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Wicked Sensation

part three // billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, underage drinking, drinking and then driving, smut, billy masturbates, oral (f receiving), p in v, uh body fluids?

Billy liked you. You mostly kept to yourself but you were a wild child, he could tell. He’d seen you through your window, dancing in your room while you blasted music and drank beers. Every few hours you’d go outside for a smoke and he’d close his blinds so you couldn’t see him. He loved the music he could hear coming from your window. Metallica, Skid Row, Ratt, Def Leppard, Dio and the occasional Black Sabbath. When you’d dive into New Wave you’d lose him a bit until he’d seen how much fun you were having. You seemed carefree but yet there was something reserved about you. Something maybe he could tease out of you.

He’d definitely pleasured himself to the thought of it, not until after thumbing through his girly magazines but your face and wild hair flooded his mind when he looked at the girls in the magazine. He’d tossed the magazine on the ground, laying back on his bed and palmed himself through his jeans. He thought about the way you’d look riding him with your hair and tits bouncing. The way your mouth would hang open but the sides of your lips tugged up in a smile and he quickly undid his jeans, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans and started stroking himself long and slow at first. He imagined your eyes getting misty and you panting, making his movements quicker and quicker. Then he imagined his name falling out of your lips and he came undone, spilling out over his hand and shirt. When he’d cleaned up, he lit a cigarette and opened his blinds, seeing you perched outside having your own cigarette and he couldn’t help but think maybe you’d just done the same thing he did. It was midnight, after all.

The next day at school, you wore leather pants and he knew he was in for another late night.

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Halloween came slower than he had wanted but it was finally here. He couldn’t be bothered to put together a costume but he wore his favorite leather jacket, leather fingerless gloves with his tightest 501’s. He’d spent a substantial amount of time in the bathroom. Max banging on the door to tell him to get a move on but Neil knocking on the door had him out of there sooner than he’d wanted. He finished his hair routine in his room, blinds open to see if he could get a glimpse of you getting ready. He grabs his cologne, dabbing on it neck and then just above his dick, on the blonde curls neatly trimmed there. He did this anytime he went on. Just in case, he told himself.

When he’s finished, he quietly slips out his house, making sure not to shut the door too hard. He jogs up to your house and knocks three times, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he waits. He expects you to answer but instead your father does and Billy’s a bit apprehensive, he doesn’t do well with parents. Plus, he’s not wearing a shirt.

Your dad is kind, he lets you do your own thing and tries not to interfere too much. He opens the door and tells Billy, “Past the kitchen, first door on the left.”

Billy is thankful your dad forgoes the formalities. He gets a glimpse of your brother, roughly Max’s age, sitting on couch with a costume he can’t quite pick out. He’s got those visor sunglasses on but nothing else gives an indication of what he’s supposed to be.

As Billy makes it to the hall he can hear your choice of music. Still of the Night by Whitesnake making your door vibrate. The musics loud enough that Billy doesn’t even bother knocking, twisting the door open to reveal you standing in your bra looking down at the two shirts laid out on your bed with a pensive look on your face. Billy moves to shut the door again but you stop him. “Wait, help,” you say and you’ve already had a few beers, the alcohol in your system giving you a bit of confidence and shoving your inhibitions further away.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him, looking at you inquisitively. “I don’t know which one to pick,” you admit, gesturing to the shirts on your bed. One is a leather halter top and the other is a cropped black button up with eccentric buttons.

Obviously Billy leans towards the halter top, pointing at it without a thing to say. You nod, “I was thinking that one too.”

You slip it on, then grabbing a studded leather jacket and putting that on as well. You turn to him, “Okay, I’m ready.”

He looks at your eye makeup and tilts his head, knowing this must be a costume but not sure what of. His curiosity obvious to you so you tell him, “I’m Alice Cooper.”

“No more Mr. Nice Guy,” he quips and you giggle which is not something he’d heard from you yet. He loves the sound.

You open your door and pull him through it, letting go of his jacket when you get into the kitchen because you don’t want your dad to read into this. Billy is just giving you a ride to the party, nothing more.

“Bye,” you tell your dad with a kiss to the cheek.

“Be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he says as you and Billy slip out the door. Billy thinks about how nice of an interaction that was. How your dad didn’t try to control any aspect of you and how that made him a bit jealous.

You walk to his Camaro, feeling your buzz as you tell him, “I love your car, I don’t think I’ve told you that.”

He slips inside, sliding his key in the ignition and turning it. The blue car comes alive with a rumble and it makes your body tingle. He pumps the acceleration a few times to really drive the point across, putting on a show for you.

You hum happily, lighting a cigarette as he peels out, down the street and the houses flying by. The comfortability you feel in this moment is something you wanna feel forever. If you could forever feel the buzz of alcohol and a pretty boy driving you anywhere fast, you would.

Billy has a Ted Nugent cassette in and you cringe, there’s only one song on this album you like. You prop open his glove box and dig through the tapes he has, but nothing quite feels right for the moment. You purse your lips as you lean back, excited for the party. You lived for this stuff, everyone was a little more laid back at parties, they got along.

“Had you a little pre party, did ya?” Billy asks, turning the music down.

“A few beers while I got ready,” you shrug, wondering if you seemed drunk already.

Billy makes it to a stretch of road with no curves for at least a few miles, “Me too.” and with the words he floors it.

You scream with a huge smile on your face, your hands gripping the sides of the seat. The way you sound drives him a little insane, feeling the way his dick twitches in his tight pants at getting the reaction from you. Wild child, he thinks as he glances at you. He’d always wanted girls to act this way. You didn’t talk too much, you didn’t tell him meaningless details about your day at the mall or the gossip at school. You could be uptight but it was in an alluring way, a way that had him wanting more.

However, he didn’t expect for you to disappear the second you arrive at the party. In fact, it kind of pissed him off. But once Tommy saw him, he was ushering him to the keg and telling him he just had to beat Steve’s record. He doesn’t see you again for about two hours, catching you inside with your makeup smeared as you take a shot of whiskey with a group of guys. He feels protective, snaking his way between you and some kid he’s seen around school.

You grin at the resurgence of Billy, loving that you can see the sweat and beer on his bare chest. You’ve had enough to drink to where you’re no longer pushing the sexual thoughts you have about him down. They’re now at the forefront of your mind when you see him.

“Have a shot with me!” you insist, pouring Billy one before he can answer. But he couldn’t say no to you anyhow.

You cheers, clinking your glasses together before tapping them on the counter and then down the hatch they go. You two don’t break eye contact the entire time. The group of men around you had kind of dispersed when Billy walked up, aside from two of them. The four of you somewhat engage in conversation but a song comes on that makes you wanna dance.

The Lovecats by The Cure isn’t necessarily Billy’s thing but he doesn’t protest as you drag him into the crowd of teenagers dancing. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his body into yours. He places his hands on your hips, swaying with you.

So wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty. Oh you’d know that I’d do anything for you.

The words make Billy snort quietly because that’s how he feels looking at you and he has never felt that about another person.

As the song comes to an end, you lean into his ear and whisper, “Take me home…”

Again, no protest, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd and to his Camaro parked on the street.

The drive is quick, you smoke two cigarettes on the way but you share them both with Billy.

Billy notices your dads car is gone when he pulls up. “Where’s your dad?” He wonders aloud.

“Oh, he’s at his girlfriend’s house… my brothers with him,” you answer, opening the car door and stumbling out of it.

Billy tilts his head as he watches you, “You good, sweetheart?”

The nickname makes you giggle and you feel the heat fill between your legs, “Yes, sir! I’m great.”

You lead him into your house after fumbling with the key for a brief moment. Billy locks the door behind him, following to the kitchen where you fill two glasses of water and handing him one. He takes it gratefully, gulping some of it down before you two reach your bedroom. You set your glass down on your nightstand and fall back on your bed, eyes dark as you gawk up at Billy. He sits on your bed, looking around your room and you think about what Stephanie had said about him.

“I mean like he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t awkward about it at all. The man knew what he wanted.”

Billy was being awkward. But you couldn’t fathom why he’d come to your bedroom with you if he didn’t want to have sex with you. You take a pointed foot and shove him with him, a mischievous grin on your face. He finally looks at you, his lips turned up in a smile and his gorgeous blue eyes darting across your upper half.

“Pick some music to play,” you tell him and motion towards your stereo and cassette collection.

He obeys, holding up Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You nod amusingly, sitting up to shrug your jacket off and then sliding your boots off. Billy does the same after putting the album on, now just wearing his jeans and fingerless gloves. He’s more quiet than you’d imagined, which you had many many times. But in your fantasies he’s eager and saying filthy things to you.

“C’mere,” you instruct, sitting up on your feet. When he sits across from you, the both of you instinctively lean in. Your lips meet and it’s gentle at first. But then it’s like a switch flipped in Billy and he grabs the back of your head, sliding his tongue past your lips. You gasp at the change of pace, falling on your back with him on top of you. He moves his hands from the back of your head to your jaw and his gloves feel nice on your skin.

His fingertips move slowly down from your face to your chest, his lips following suit but pausing at your neck. Reactively, you tilt your head back while he plants sloppy kisses on your neck. A whimper escapes when he sucks your skin between his lips and your legs spread a little further exposing more of his clothed excitement against yours.

Feeling his erection has you laugh excitedly, your body dripping in anticipation for what’s to come. He pulls back at the laugh and looks up at you through his dark and heavy eyelashes. He’s so pretty you could almost die right now. “Tickles?” he asks, his voice low with hunger.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips back to yours. “Feels so good,” you say into his mouth.

Billy begins to mess with the laces up the front of your top but gets frustrated when he can’t quite figure how to untie it. He sits back on his feet to get a better look but to no avail. He tugs harshly at the strings which jerks your upper body off the mattress, “How do you fucking get this thing off?”

The roughness of his movements takes your breath away but his frustration is adorable. You grab onto the hem and pull the top up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor with a cavalier smile. He rolls his eyes but is quick to reach his hand around your back and undo your bra in one swift motion. He drags it off of you and throws it behind him, a soft thud as it smacks against a poster on your wall before falling to the floor.

The cold air hits your chest but his mouth is efficient in warming you up, taking a nipple into his mouth while the other is covered by his hand. Your hand snakes up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling between the long curls there. “Oh, Billy…” you gasp and he responds with teeth, biting the tender skin.

But he stops and you’re eyes pry open at the surprise, not wanting this to end so soon. Luckily, you catch him tugging off his leather gloves and hear him mutter in a guttural tone, “Wanna feel you.”

Your head swims when he resumes heavy lips on your breast, his hand squeezing the other gently. You silently tell yourself you’re an idiot for ignoring the way you’d felt about him. If you could’ve been feeling this good the second you met him then you’ve missed out.

His hands smooth down your sides until his fingertips meet your waistband. He shimmies your pants down, your bum lifting to make it easier and they’re off in a heap next to the mattress. A scoff leaves his lips when he sees you weren’t wearing underwear. You shrug and tell him, “Can’t wear any with those pants, major panty lines.”

His curls bounce as he shakes his head a bewildered smile on his face, “You wore ‘em to school this week.”

“Enough talking,” you demand, getting impatient as your core is exposed to him and all he does is stare at it.

He slaps you down there and replies, “I’ll talk all I want.” You don’t mind though as he drags his fingers up and down your folds. Your head props up to watch him work while he mumbles, “Soaking for me.”

Biting your lip, you adjust your legs to give him ample room to continue. “Always so wet when I’m around?” he wonders aloud with a cocky grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Maybe,” you moan out as he slides a single digit inside of you.

You’re not sure exactly what it is, especially since it’s so early in the act but Billy is the best sexual partner you’ve had. Neither of you are remotely close to finishing but this is the best feeling you’ve ever had in your life. It could be the way he looks at you, eye contact was never something you did during sex. It always felt distracting but with Billy, it’s just urging that release along.

With his left on pushing slightly on your stomach, he adds a second finger inside you and instantly curls them. You gasp, your hands moving anywhere and everywhere trying to find something to squeeze. You actually sit up to grab at his shoulders, which in turns gives you a better view of what he’s doing. His thumb brushes up against your clit, just gently like he’s testing it out.

“Dear god,” you growl, your eyes meeting while he picks up his pace.

“M’names Billy,” he corrects you sarcastically and you want to slap him for teasing you like that now.

In a few seconds, you start to feel that rise in your stomach. It pushes you on your back and you spread your legs just a bit more, his fingers sliding in and out fast. He doesn’t forget to curl them up every few strokes.

Billy inches down the bed a little and his head dips down between your legs while his fingers stay inside you. He licks broadly against your clit, his tongue strong and certain. You cry out, fingers gripping onto his mullet. He looks up at you but your heads back, eyes closed as your back arches. He takes it as a sign and starts lapping at you with his tongue, quickly. Of course it doesn’t take any longer, your legs closing with him between them as you reach your high.

“Billy, yes!” you pant out, pulling his hair.

He pulls away quickly, not giving you any time to come down and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, while your legs and arms wrap around him. Then he moves his hands between the two of you, able to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and briefs down to his thoughts with your help.

He strokes himself a few times before pressing his tip to your clit and dragging it through your folds, gathering the wetness. He bites his lip and there’s an uncertainty in his eyes. He doesn’t have a condom. You look at him and whisper, “I’m on the pill.”

Which isn’t exactly the protection he’s looking for but it’s enough for him, his lips tugging up as he directs his tip back down to your entrance and pushes it in. You gasp at its thickness, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

“You’re so tight,” he says it like he can’t believe it. You almost tell him maybe he’s too big but you don’t want it to go to his head so you just whimper instead before pulling his lips back to yours, licking into it as he parts his lips.

He inches in further and the sensation in utterly intoxicating, your breath caught in your throat and you head feels fuzzy. All of you feels fuzzy almost. Once he bottoms out, he pulls back to look at you and the eye contact this time is even more intense as he thrusts against you.

You’re an absolute puddle beneath him. His name spilling out of your mouth over and over, almost like a chant. The eye contact doesn’t break either, which would in other circumstance would be uncomfortable but it’s like you’re both in a trance.

He doesn’t last long but either do you, once his hand wraps around your throat loosely you’re falling over the edge for the second time. He follows suit, pulling out and finishing on your stomach and chest. A bit of it actually gets on your chin and you can’t help but want to taste it, bringing your finger to wipe it and slipping the finger in your mouth. The action brings a bit more out of Billy, seemingly shocking the both of you but he laughs. “I could’ve just finished in your mouth, if you’d asked.”

You shyly giggle, “Had a hard time thinking, if I had tried to ask it probably would’ve came out as gibberish.”

He falls beside you on the bed and you look up at him, “Mind grabbing something off the floor so I can clean up?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry,” he sits up and reaches down to grab a ratty band t-shirt you’d left strewn by the bed. He cleans it up for you.

Now is the awkward part. You worry he’ll leave, you’ve never had someone stay and for the first time you minded. Billy stands back up and grabs his briefs, stepping into them before he walks to your bed. His fingers curl around the glass of water on your bedside table and he hands it to you.

“Hydrate,” he says. You obey, sitting up to take a few gulps. When you hand it back he does the same. But then he lays back on the bed, arms behind his head as he turns to you with a soft smile on his face. Your heart flutters and you curl up into his side. Good, he’s staying.

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pinkrelish · 2 years

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

✶He made it clear he never wanted to see you again, and yet, here you were running into him face-first after he hunted you down.✶

NSFW — parent death, alluding to abuse, light angst, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use

chapter: 4/15 [wc: 3.5k]

↳ part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11

AO3

Chapter 4: Waffles Heal All Wounds

A diner. That’s where you woke up. The frowning woman knocking on your car’s roof told you so.

Squinting from the sun behind her, you rolled down your window and tried to appear more awake than you were. “Hi?”

She put a hand on her hip where her brown half-apron was tied. “You’re illegally parked.”

You leaned your head out and, sure enough, when you had pulled into a parking lot last night out of desperation to avoid an embarrassing death of ‘cried too hard and hit a tree,’ you parked sideways, taking up three spaces. “Oh shit, sorry.” You fumbled for your keys in the cupholder under a mountain of tissues.

Maybe it was how haggard your appearance was, or specifically the streaks of dried mascara on your cheeks, but she took an ounce of pity on you. “Cops like to stop to get coffee here, didn’t want you getting a ticket,” she said, going inside to flip around the sign on the door.

“‘Preciate it!”

Having nothing better to do until later, and still reeling from the after effects of your massive post-sob hangover, you decided a morning beginning with a stack of syrupy waffles sounded amazing right about now. You adjusted the rearview mirror and scrubbed yesterday’s fuck up from under your eyes, staining your crisp white tracksuit’s sleeve. Doing your best to tidy up your appearance regardless of the nauseating remorse churning your stomach.

“What else did I expect?” you chided your reflection.

The same middle-aged woman from earlier sat you at the booth in the corner. It was your decision to face the wall. After the memories of last night had flooded in, you just wanted to be left alone to sulk; head in your hands, waiting for food you were losing the appetite for the longer you stewed over what you’d done.

When the waitress returned to take your order, you were still hunched over, rubbing your palms into your eyes. “Waffles.”

“Long night?”

“Yeah.”

“Waffles cure everything!” she expelled her wisdom, chipper than when you were causing her problems in the parking lot.

“Doubt it.”

Nursing your headache with soothing sips of fresh coffee, you sat in disillusioned silence. Tinny music cut in from a radio near the kitchen. Someone turned the pages of a newspaper. The door chimed. Chimed again. Tiny birds chirped, hopped, pecked around the concrete outside. A chair creaked as someone sat down a few tables behind you. None of it an adequate distraction from your cynical sentiments about being in the small town you had ambivalent feelings towards. Hating your rather optimistic bout of nerves yesterday at the prospect of seeing him again. Building and building. Excitement, adrenaline over seeing your childhood best friend. Hoping.. Hoping against all odds he’d be just as happy to see you too.

Stupid.

So stupid.

Two waffles appeared before you. A small cup of syrup and a packet of butter, too. Delicious. Unfortunately, you weren’t hungry for more than half of the one on top, surrendering by dropping your fork and knife on the plate, not caring about the loud clang they made, struggling to chew and swallow what was in your dry mouth.

After what seemed like the longest thirty seconds of your life, you drank the rest of your coffee and scooted to the end of the booth and stood up, too busy ruminating on your failures to pay attention to what was in front of you.

RATT.

The band’s logo came into focus a fraction before your nose collided with it. Along with patches on a jean vest. Hints of weed and alcohol despite the gentle, sober breath grazing your face. The invading scent of stale cigarette smoke and worn leather. Old Spice, too. You’d think he’d find something new to wear since you left, but he didn’t, and somehow, the pang of nostalgia was both comforting and vicious. A trap you understood like an old friend.

Standing toe to toe with Eddie, you were shivering in the artificial cool air. He was warm. A welcoming presence once upon a time, now stiff and awkward with your sudden proximity. Bodies touching on accident due to your timing of getting up to leave the moment he approached. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped; the only tell he was equally as flustered as you. When you forced your gaze to meet his, you caught the flick of his eyes lifting from elsewhere lower on your face.

“I’m ready to talk,” he stated.

Relief and fear was evident in your simple, “Okay.” You motioned for him to join you, and of course, he was already moving to do so without your permission.

This booth was not made for two people on tentative speaking terms. Sitting across from Eddie, the top of the table was cramped with your plate and drinkware; underneath, you fidgeted until your legs were between his, so he could stop stepping on your shoes. He knocked your right knee in the shuffle and you clenched your teeth to hide the wince.

“You look rough,” he said, clearly indicating the smeared lines of mascara on your cheeks.

“You look handsome,” you retorted in the same deadpan tone.

Against his will, his eyebrow quirked. Sincere amusement flashed in his dark brown eyes. A charitable glimpse of the boy you used to know. “Haven’t been called handsome in years. If I call you beautiful, can I have the rest of that?” He pointed at the waffles, and of course, you were already pushing them towards him.

And that was it. That’s all it took for you to fall victim to your old ways. Volunteering, practically, to fawn over the most minute of details in how he ate with your fork. Chewing with his mouth slightly open, always. Sipping from your water glass.

Either he’d meant to put his lips over the exact print your chapstick left behind in a sort of pseudo kiss, or he had impeccable aim.

The waitress lingered at the end of your table gripping her notepad and tapping her pencil on it nervously, shifting her gaze from you to the cops at the counter staring you down with a fierce sneer.. Well, not you. They were glaring at Eddie’s existence, who was distracted by the birds outside.

“Can I get you anything?” she asked.

Eddie swept his attention to her, a grand smile on his face and hands clasped cutely on the table. “Could I get a coffee, please and thank you?”

She didn’t look at him. Rather, eyeing his myriad of heavy metal patches. Making assumptions about him and turning on her heel. Treating him differently from how she treated you, regardless of the fact you may as well have been cut from the same cloth. If it bothered him, he didn’t let it show. In mutual agreement, you remained quiet in the lulled purgatory of lapsed conversation, waiting until she returned with his coffee, refilled your own, and walked away to pick up where you left off.

“So..” Eddie stabbed another piece of waffle. “Why’d you leave without telling me?”

“Starting with the million dollar question, I see.” You sank back into the dense cushion of the booth, and when that felt too far away for your private conversation, you rested your forearms on your thighs and picked at your cuticles. “Do you know what my last memory of you is?” Glancing up from the plate, he shook his head, and you’d never recover from the way his curls bounced.

Accepting your burgeoning grin, you wore gladly, aware it wouldn’t last. “We were standing in your kitchen. Riders on the Storm was playing in your room. I had just blown out the candles on the birthday cake you made me and I remember thinking how that was the nicest thing anyone had done for me, birthday or not. It meant even more coming from you. The year before that you picked me flowers, which I still have pressed in a book, by the way, but there was something special about you going through the trouble of baking me a cake and decorating it. We’ve known each other for most of our lives and not once have you looked at me like you did when I took a piece. You were just so.. I don’t know, proud of me.” You exhaled a long sigh until anxiety closed in on your lungs. ”I wanted our last memory together to be a happy one. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“Did you eat it? The cake?”

“Hell yeah.”

He allowed his smirk to come through. “Good. Didn’t want it to go to waste because of your mom.”

“Right..” you agreed, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. Your change in demeanor was palpable. An omen like vultures circling the obvious. Eddie’s rings clinked on the table as he set down the fork, tilting his head to get a better read on your expression painted in melancholic hues from the rogue cloud covering the sun.

“You made me strong,” you said, crossing your arms and digging your knuckle into your lip, savoring the mild pain on your gums. “You know I couldn’t cry around her, or else she’d.. whatever. I would just hold it in. All day. And when things got really bad, at night I’d play the BBC Radio’s adaptation of The Hobbit. It’s not the same as you reading to me, but it helped.” Outside, the birds flew away. “I thought about you every single day, Eddie.”

“I thought about you too,” he admitted, tearing open sugar packets. Your heart leapt at each scrape of the spoon against the ceramic mug. “Tried not to.”

Prepared to hear as much, but at a loss for words, you prompted him for more, “Yeah?”

He ran his tongue across the back of his teeth. “Yeah.”

One uttered word wielded like a weapon. You had never seen him angry before last night. Pissed off over inconveniences, sure, but last night.. He hated you, and though you could hazard a guess why, he hadn’t explained his side of the story yet.

For someone who wanted to talk, he hadn’t said much.

“I thought you would be okay.. I mean, I was the one moving to a new state and starting over from scratch, at least you had other friends here.”

“Not like you,” his vulnerability was whispered, “Our friendship was different. You knew that.”

“Eddie..”

Finished eating, he set the plate at the end of the table and ran his hand over his face. Doing the thing he did when he wanted to hide how upset he was; dragging his fingers over his closed eyes and down to his jaw. Working through the sting of knowing a memory he hated was beloved by you. Confused as to what he should be feeling when the night that changed his life for the worse was meant to comfort you through trauma. Was it right to be mad at you?

A difficult thing to parse when so much of sitting across from one another was intrinsic to your time together, having done it casually day after day, cramped together at the small green table in his kitchen, or huddled at the end of the cafeteria table away from the other students, or skipping class to sit at the picnic table in the woods. Longing for the familiar territory of one another’s company and not knowing if it could ever be the same, or if it would last.

“Listen, I don’t remember much about the day you left,” he explained. “Or the days after, really. I kinda went off the deep end, but I do remember telling Wayne I knew you were leaving and I was just taking it hard, so he doesn’t know the full scope of everything, if you were wondering.”

Even when faced with your betrayal, his first priority was protecting your image.

The desire to hold his hand consumed you. It manifested in tears spilling over your lower lashes. It clutched onto your breath. An urge so severe it panicked you, and yet, its inappropriateness kept you frozen. “I never meant to hurt you. I.. F-Fuck.” You stared at the ceiling, gathering your emotions. Imagining a time when you two were inseparable. Laying in the grass, listening to music together.

When you could speak again, you accepted your consequences. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I don’t know where to go from here, but I’m so sorry for hurting you. I’m so sorry.”

Pennsylvania State University Women’s Gymnastics Team. A chance at a better life. Reading the embroidery on your jacket with the same somber expression as last night, he spoke aloud softly, honestly, “You were right to leave.”

Patting down his pockets for some substance to escape the past, and finding nothing, he changed the subject instead. “I imagine you didn’t drive all this way to give me closure, so why are you really here?”

“Well, I guess that’s as good as a segue I’ll get..” Thankful for the switch in mood, you made a few more uncommitted hems and haws, bouncing your leg against his inner thigh. “She, uh..” You waved your hands, searching for the words, and settling on a lilting, “She.. died?”

Rightfully so, he angled his ear at you and clarified, “Your mom died?”

“Like two months ago.” You shrugged, wide-eyed, waiting for his reaction. He made a drinking motion. “Yep, liver failure.”

“Do you want my condolences?” he asked straightfaced.

You pulled a short, but comical, grimace and offered the truth, “Nah. It’s complicated, I guess. I should feel sad she’s dead, but in some ways, I have my life back.. I never told you, but my bank account has always been under her name. She’s had full control over everything, starting way back when I worked at Benny’s on the weekends. Even up til she died, she used my student loan money to go on benders. I specifically got another waitressing job so I could skim some of the tips without her noticing. She’d still berate me if I didn’t earn enough, so it was a tough balance, but it was the quickest job I could think of where she couldn’t access everything.” Eddie reached into his jacket’s inner pocket to take out the envelope you left for him. “No! Keep it, really. It’s for you and Wayne. Or, at the very least, to pay you back for all the weed over the years.”

Hesitating, he accepted you weren’t going to take it, and put it back. “I never would’ve made you pay for weed.”

You snorted. “What a gentleman.”

“You could’ve made more tips by stripping, just so you know.”

“I take back what I said.”

Deflecting to your mugs of coffee after the short fervency of your eye contact became too heated, you continued, “Her death has been a real bitch to deal with. Not in a sad way. Just, God, it doesn’t quit. One thing after another. I didn’t expect to have literally nothing in my bank account, and do you know how expensive dying is, even after the medical bills? Not only did I have to put together some stupid funeral arrangement for this bitch, I had to do shit like terminate the lease on her apartment. And you wouldn’t believe how bad this woman trashed it. Had to hire help to clean it out, and now I’ve come to find out she’s still paying for shit like the lot in Forest Hills.” You rolled your eyes to the high heavens. “Who fucking knows why. Probably just to waste my money. Anyway, that’s why I’m still here. I’m going through the process of having everything transferred in my name and having them demolish that fucking trailer–which reminds me I need to schedule a dumpster for that because the contractor won’t supply one. Oh! And as a bonus ‘fuck you’ because Hawkins is ass-backwards and hates me, they won’t accept anything by fax. I have to go to court and sign shit in person, so I’ll be back here again in 30 to 45 business days to finish the permits for the aforementioned construction, praying my car makes the drive, and then I’ll be free.”

Eddie nodded patiently, eyebrows raised, giving you the grace to vent to him as he finished his coffee. “It’s not even my life and you make me want a cigarette.”

You laughed, hard, and fuck, did it feel good to laugh again. To reap the reward of his shy smile. His leg resting against yours. His fingers cupped around his mug in the center of the table, where yours were too, doing the same thing. Tapping your mug for the sole purpose of discovering the delicate nature of his knuckles being softer than yours with each beat.

He sat forward, sliding your knee along his inner thigh. “You sure you don’t want your tips back to help pay for all this?”

Quick to respond, you inquired, “Would you like to stuff them in my G-string, or would you rather I lay down and you can rain them on me?”

It was his turn to laugh. Bright like his naturally higher voice, which you adored, and a bit cackling too, as if he were a villain. A full laugh coming from the heart. A dangerous thing, you realized when you looked at each other a bit too long.

Once eye contact had been established, there was no coming back. The affection in your gaze roaming his face. The tenderness in his smile, just like old times. But a reserved version. On guard. Already fading at the rhythm of your pounding hearts.

“I feel like I’ve been going on, and on, and on,” you said. “Tell me what’s been up with you–?” Your watch beeped. 11:00 blinked at you. Swiveling around, you examined the lively restaurant brought to life by the lunch rush. “Have we really been here that long?”

Eddie shrugged. “Got somewhere to be?”

“My first appointment of the day. I’ve gotta be downtown in, like, ten minutes.”

Too soon.

Hope ignited the instant neither of you made to leave. The backs of your fingers touching his, metal to flesh as you learned the sensation of his ring’s edges against your skin.

He said, “I’ll walk you to your car.”

You said, “Okay.”

Neither of you moved.

“Wouldn’t want you to be late.”

“No, that would be terrible.”

He puckered his lips to rid himself of his uneven grin, fixing his gaze on your touching hands. You did the same. Existing in the strange dynamic you found yourselves in. A state of unforgiveness, but willing to blot each other’s wounds for the sake of healing and moving on.

Your watch beeped again. “Okay, I really have to go now.”

After paying, you took one step out the door and did a double-take, bewildered beyond belief. “You still drive that thing?”

Eddie joined your side, following what you were pointing at. “Yeah, it’s the same van.”

“I would’ve thought you had crashed it by now.”

He clicked his tongue, offended, “I’ll have you know I’m a perfectly safe driver.”

“You literally drove it into a ditch the day you got it,” you reminded him. He flapped his hand like a mouth to mock you. You shoved his arm. “I meant to ask, how did you know where to find me?”

Coming round to your vehicles, he lingered at your trunk while you unlocked your door. “Gut instinct.” You raised your brows, asking him to elaborate, and he spun his keys around his finger, dragging his feet on the walk to his van parked next to you. “I just knew.”

“All right then, keep your secrets,” you conceded. “Oh yeah!” He paused, hand on the headrest, about to climb in. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Turning to regard you as if you’d said the bizarrest thing, Eddie’s hair flowed over his shoulders in the wind, a precious pinch of confusion between his brows, and a handsome twist to his mouth.

“You mentioned a boyfriend I could go home to last night, but, alas, I must regretfully inform you I do not have one.” When he remained speechless, you broke. Doubled over with laughter, holding your sides. Giddier than you had any right to be.

Eddie shook his head at you. Then, he thought about it. “You said you’ll be back in 30 to 45 business days?”

“Unfortunately!”

“Okay,” he said, “Okay.”

He was quick to get in his van and shut the door behind him, as were you to start your car and get to your appointment on time, but.. It wasn’t until your third alarm beeped that you realized you had been sitting there, tracing your thumb over your grin, forgetting to drive away.

And it wasn’t until you glanced in your rearview mirror, you saw Eddie was doing the same thing, remembering he wasn’t dreaming.

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irrelevantwriter · 2 years

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Reputations

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You

Rating: SFW (later chapters will contain smut and will be tagged accordingly)

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, use of the word freak and slut, a boy with soft brown eyes attempting to flirt (hell yeah)

Word Count: 1662

Summary: Part 1. You and Eddie connect at a party.

A/N: Here’s a series! (as I continuously say I’m not a series writer) It’s the first in my Flattery Will Get You Everywhere series. This is meant to be cute and fluffy and very smutty towards the end (chapters will be tagged accordingly if that’s something you’d be interested in skipping), and it’s meant to show the progression of a relationship between the reader and Eddie. A courtship if you will. The reader has most definitely got confident bitch vibes while Eddie is just being his normal brand of awkward. Add in all the cutesy shit that comes with liking someone and we've got a good fucking time. I hope you guys like it. There are currently seven chapters so be on the look out for those. Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

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You laughed at something one of your friends said, eyes scanning the crowd as the music got louder. Thick plumes of smoke hung in the air, the scent of weed and cigarettes mixing with the array of cheap perfumes and colognes.

Reefer Rick was having a party. His gatherings were known to be epic, usually busted up by the cops early into the morning.

People crowded into his small house while others stuck to the outside near the lake. The house was secluded enough from Hawkins proper and everyone took advantage. The speakers boomed with Ratt’s Round and Round as people took shots and lit up joints, the night just beginning.

You sipped from your beer and watched as Eddie Munson walked in. He greeted Reefer Rick, immediately popping open a beer upon his arrival and downing most of it. You watched the way he animatedly spoke, hands waving in his face as he described some kind of harrowing tale. Least that’s what it looked like to you.

“See something you like?”

You jerked your eyes back to your friends, rolling your eyes as they caught who you’d been staring at.

“Munson? Not really your type,” Brenda added with a dubious arch of her brow.

You shrugged.

“Doesn’t mean he’s not cute,” you stated matter-of-fact, not at all put off by their teasing.

“He’s got a nice ass,” Rachel spoke up, her green eyes zeroing on said asset from across the room.

You joined her, unable to deny her statement. Munson did have a nice ass.

“He's a little too sweet for you, no?” Melanie asked, already knowing the answer.

You all had a type. And a reputation around Hawkins. You were the girls mothers warned their sons about. You were fast and loose, according to local gossip. You were involved in drugs, sex and rock n roll; all sins in the eyes of the townspeople. Most of the rumors weren’t true. But some were. You did like to party. And you did like drugs. And you did date men who scared most of the population. But you’d also graduated top ten in your class. And worked a part-time job. And still took classes at the local community college.

You just liked to have fun.

Lots of fun.

“Is he? Isn’t he like a devil-worshipper or something?” you asked the group of girls, not entirely expecting an answer. It wasn’t like you bought into that shit anyway.

“Supposedly,” Brenda said, giggling as her boyfriend saddled up behind her and began kissing her neck.

For the moment, Eddie Munson was forgotten as your beers were replenished and a joint was passed around.

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Eddie sat perched on the edge of Reefer Rick’s railing outside his house, eyes taking in the view. It wasn’t the lake he was observing. It was the people. One in particular.

He watched as you took a long pull of the joint that was passed to you, your red lips staining the paper. You laughed at something one of your friends said, your breasts bouncing with the motion. He felt like a pervert in the shadows, but no matter how many times he looked away, his eyes always came back to you.

He’d known you when you’d been at Hawkins High. Had seen you around. Was as aware of your reputation as you were his. He was the freak. You were the slut. If he had to take a guess though, that was about as true as him being a vessel for Satan. It was all local gossip. And like him, you seemed to revel in the silliness of it all. Instead of spending your time defending yourself, you lived as if you were unaware. Maybe even encouraging the outlandish rumors.

He admired that about you. Not most had such thick skin for shit like that. Especially in high school. But you did. And you betted on people underestimating you. It gave you a chance to prove them wrong. But that's where you both differed. Because Eddie really didn’t give a shit. As long as he had D&D, his band, and his van, he was good.

He had just taken his eyes off you for what felt like the thousandth time, when suddenly you appeared in front of him. All tight denim and black cotton. You wore an Ozzy Osborne band tee, the front tied around your waist so that he could see a sliver of stomach. Your jeans were tighter than any piece of clothing he’d ever seen. And you were slightly elevated in height by the black slouchy boots that adorned your feet.

You were about as close to a real life wet dream as he could get and he silently thanked the rock gods that they blessed him with such an image.

“Hey, can I bum one off you?”

Eddie’s expression was dumbfounded, confused by your question until he realized he’d taken out his cigarettes.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Here,” he held the open pack to you, your deep red nails picking one from the group. You slipped the stick between your lips, the crimson shade transferring to the paper just like it’d done with the joint from earlier.

“Light?”

“Shit,” he cursed, fumbling for his lighter. He found the silver square and hastily flicked it open, the orange lame framing your face in a warm glow.

You very purposefully grabbed his hand and held it as you inched your cigarette and the light together, smoke immediately coming off the end as it caught. He noticed that you didn’t let him go right away.

“Thanks…Eddie, right?”

He pocketed his lighter after lighting his own cigarette, desperately needing to keep his hands busy. He nodded and sucked in a lungful of nicotine, thankful for the instant wave of relaxation that came with it.

“I’m-,”

“I know who you are,” he interrupted, lips upturned into a smirk.

You caught the action and laughed.

“Our reputations precede us,” you joked, hip now leaning near his thigh against the railing.

He pretended not to notice how close you’d gotten.

“A match made in hell,” he quipped, seeing your lips break out into a smile as you laughed.

You thought he was funny. And that notion made him a hell of a lot more nervous.

“You’re in that club, right? Hellfire?”

He tried as hard as he could to appear nonchalant. The fact that you were asking him about Hellfire was surreal as fuck. Not that he hid his association with the club. He owned that shit. He was just never sure about who was paying attention. Turns out, you were.

“Yeah. It’s a D&D club,” he supplied, blowing out his own stream of smoke as he puffed his cigarette.

“D&D?”

You looked confused, your nose wrinkled and your brows furrowed. It was adorable as shit.

“Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Oh…the game they’re always talking about on the news,” you said with a nod, the pieces finally coming together.

“That’s the one.”

“So you definitely summon Satan, drink blood, and make virgin sacrifices,” you teased, the playfulness in your voice apparent.

Eddie laughed and nodded, willing to play along.

“Only on Thursday’s.”

“Ah, I see. Very metal of you,” you replied, your eyes holding all the humor.

“I thought so.”

You adjusted your position next to him, a smile still playing on your lips. You now faced the water, arms propped on the railing as you continued to smoke. He took a moment to ash out his cigarette, no longer interested in the nicotine. He needed something stronger.

“And what about you? Is everything they say true?” he dared to ask. He felt like he could. Like you both were already bonded by being society’s outcasts.

You paused before you answered, taking your time in sucking in smoke and then letting it dance off your red-stained pout. When you finally met his eyes, you leaned in close. Close enough that he could smell your perfume.

“Every bit of it,” you whispered with a straight face.

A handful of seconds passed before you were both breaking into laughter.

“All of it?” he asked with faux shock, placing a hand over his chest, pretending to be scandalized.

“All of it.”

“Even the part about Mr. Dennison in study hall?”

“Especially that part,” you giggled, straightening to your full height.

Somewhere in the distance a series of applause and thunderous cheers erupted. Someone must’ve been playing a drinking game. It cut through the lighthearted moment.

You both settled back into silence, eyes focused on different things. You watched the lake. He watched you.

“None of it’s true,” you admitted softly, eyes not moving from the water.

“It rarely is, sweetheart,” he sighed, seeing the momentary sadness dance across your features before it was wiped away.

“You’re alright, Munson,” you said with a gentle smile, bumping his leg with your hip.

He pretended he didn’t die at the feel of you so close. He pretended it didn’t resonate with him at all.

“Yeah, sure. Bum a cigarette and then use flattery,” he teased with an over exaggerated eye roll.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

You had just opened your mouth to say more when your name being called from across the room interrupted the moment. You turned and acknowledged the girl calling you, holding up a finger to signal you’d be over in a minute.

Eddie felt a sudden wave of disappointment at your inevitable departure. He cleared his throat while you took one last inhale of your cigarette before trashing it in a beer bottle nearby.

“I gotta go,” you gestured behind you to your friends and he nodded.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks for the cigarette. And the conversation. I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a scoff as you began to slowly back away towards the house.

“I’ll see you Thursday for the blood sacrifice?”

“I’ll save you a seat.”

And with that, you were gone.

He needed a fucking shot.

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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You're In Love 🎸

Marko/Paul/TransMasc!Reader

Summary: It's a perfect night to go out and party to your favorite music. You have a feeling it'll get even better when two attractive blonds catch your eye~

Thank you @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx for the request! I appreciate your patience, and I hope you enjoy this!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Drinking, Flirting, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Pet names, Sex with a stranger, Oral, Fingering, Nipple play, Threesome, Vaginal Sex, Safe Sex, Aftercare

The glam metal scene was an absolute paradise to you. After years of struggling to express yourself and your identity, you finally found a safe haven in music. What drew you into this particular style of metal was how wild and fun it was. Anyone, regardless of gender, could go big with their appearances. Colorful eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, hair sprayed up as high as it would go, and the flashiest clothing you’d ever seen.

So it became a major part of your personality. You were obsessed with several different bands that showed off the glam metal look. Mötley Crüe, Def Leppard, Twisted Sister, Ratt, Poison, and so much more. You jammed out to the power ballads as you did your hair and makeup every morning, working hard to replicate the look of a rockstar.

You already stood out with your bright, red hair, but adding all the flare gave you an extra special look. It made you grateful to know that so many people were loving the androgynous styles of these bands. Whenever you went out to concerts and parties with fellow glam metalheads, you blended right in. You could party all night and not have a single care in the world.

It made you feel like you could truly be yourself. Like you could be safe.

Tonight was no different. There was a club in Santa Carla having a special Glam Metal night for fans like you. Nothing but hot music and wild dancing. Of course, you were gonna go. You dressed in your absolute favorite outfit, tugged on your boots, and let your red hair flow freely. You were looking hot, and everyone was going to see it.

Before you knew it, you were at the club and having the time of your life. The drinks were flowing while Cinderella’s Nothin’ for Nothin’ blasted at full volume throughout the club. Everyone around you was dressed up as wild and sexy as possible, giving you quite a lot of eye candy to enjoy. Still, the night was young and you had plenty of time to enjoy yourself before potentially finding someone to take home.

While you sipped your drink, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was looking at you. A strange, tingly sensation ran down your spine, as if your body could tell it was being watched. Curious, you looked over your shoulder on one side, then the other.

Nothing.

Just a bunch of people dancing and singing along with the music. You shook your head, brushing off the weird feeling. As you took in the last sip, a new song came on.

Ratt’s You’re In Love was starting, and you felt your heart race in your chest. You LOVED this song! With a quick toss of some bills on the bar, you sprinted back to the dance floor. There was no way in hell you were going to miss the chance to dance to this song.

You take the midnight subway train

You're callin' all the shots

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

Your red locks flowed as you tossed your head back, the music practically rushing through your veins. This night was going amazingly. All your worries and fears were long behind you, and all that was on your mind was dancing your heart out.

Then it hit you again. That sensation of eyes on you. For a moment, you hesitated in looking around, as it was nothing the first time. But your curiosity got the better of you, so you took a peak around to see if things were different. Turns out, that was the correct thing to do, because you found there were not one, but two pairs of eyes looking your way.

A pair of blonds were gazing at you from across the room. A lanky one with wild hair and a suit coat covered with pins and jewelry, and a shorter one with curls for days and the most detailed jacket you’d ever seen in your life. They were leaning against the wall, side by side as they watched you carefully.

What really intrigued you was how they smiled. There was a look of hunger in their eyes as if the mere sight of you made them ravenous. Considering how unbelievably gorgeous they were, that wasn’t a problem with you. With your eyes now locked on them, you smiled back, adding a flirty wave for good measure.

You take the evening one on one

You're only livin' to have fun

You want to use me, take me home tonight

I'll make you wish that you were mine

The music was still going, and it was fueling your energy to dance some more. With a toss of your hair, you moved your hips, adding a sultry twist to your motions. You lived for moments like this. Just you and the music.

It would seem that the boys were interested in joining you in such a fun moment. The two of them moved from their spot, slipping into the crowd and making their way towards you. The reason you knew it was you they were after was that they hadn’t stopped staring at you the entire time they strutted. It made your heart flutter.

“Hey there, handsome~” the taller one purred.

“Care to dance~?” the curly-haired one asked.

Of course, you said yes. They both smiled wolfishly as they got in nice and close for a dance. Seeing them like this, you could tell that one had blue eyes and the other had hazel. They glimmered under the lights of the club.

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

It's not worth fighting

You're in love

They whispered their names in your ear. Paul and Marko. You could definitely picture yourself screaming those names in ecstasy. When they asked for yours, they both had a look that told you they found it to be quite attractive. There was just something about the boys that got you feeling wild.

Paul pulled you close to his muscular chest in the front while Marko sandwiched you in closer in the back. Their skin had a slight chill, but it was pure bliss on your heated body. Every moment they had you pinned in, the hotter you felt.

They moaned with desire as they started to grind against you. With the music still blasting, you swayed your hips back and forth, teasing them both with your body. Shivers ran up and down your spine when you felt their arousal start to bump up against you. It gave you the most depraved thoughts imaginable.

Well turn around

Remember me

I'm the one

Who's out and aimed to please

“God, you’re really sexy, you know that?” Paul said. “I fuckin’ love redheads~”

“And I love blonds~” you flirted. That certainly put a smile on both their faces.

“Tell us something, baby,” Marko whispered in your ear. “Does that red hair go all the way down~?”

Your cheeks burned from such a question. They were quite a bold duo, and you were eating up all the attention they fed you. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted them.

"How about we all go back to my place and I show you~"

They had you out of the club before the song could even finish. You had a hand wrapped around each of their arms as you ran out together. Giggles and playful nudges were traded as the three of you headed back to your home. It was all such a rush, and you had never been more excited about anything in your life.

The moment you got your front door unlocked, the boys pounced on you. Paul got to you first, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you in for a deep kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and your fingers tangled in his long hair while your tongue slipped against his own. He was quite vocal, moaning into your mouth.

“Paul, you dog, lemme get some sugar from the babe!” Marko growled, taking your hand and pulling you into his arms instead. He was absolutely ravenous for you, nibbling your lip and reaching behind to paw at your ass. They both kissed you in a way that made your heart race.

You only broke the kiss to take the two of them to where your bedroom was. Just a few kisses and touches and you were already hot and bothered. You didn’t just want them, you needed them. It was clear they felt the same way.

In no time at all, the three of you completely decorated the floor with your discarded outfits and accessories. Jackets, shirts, jewelry, pants, and shoes were tossed about without a care. Paul was the one to lift you onto the bed, your bare chests pressed against one another. His skin was still cool to the touch, and it made you shiver as your nipples perked from the sensation.

“Sensitive little thing, arentcha~?” he teased. You didn’t even get the chance to answer before his long fingers ran down your body. Without warning, he squeezed at your nipples, earning a shriek from you. He was certainly right about your body being sensitive. “Lemme play with other parts of you~”

While one hand was used to toy with your nipple some more, Paul reached the other down to start fingering you. He had you whimpering and sighing as he stroked you. You surely would have lost control if Marko hadn’t come up behind you and wrapped his arm around your body. His lips found their way to your neck, nibbling and kissing without care.

“Yeah, that’s it. You take it like a good boy, don’t you~?”

Holy shit, you could have cum right then and there. You were pretty submissive when it came to sexual encounters, and being praised and called a “good boy” was a major turn-on for you. Marko must have caught that because he snickered against the nape of your neck.

“Ooooh does baby boy like that? Being called a good boy~?”

“Y-Yes!” you sighed, barely able to speak because of Paul’s magic fingers.

The two of them were absolutely relentless with your body. While one was rubbing up against your sweet spot, the other was whispering depraved things in your ear in between bites along your throat. You were putty in their hands, and they knew that very well. They were eager for more of you.

“Gotta get in between your legs. I just need to fuck you~” Paul moaned out. You nodded eagerly while he broke free from you for a second to grab a condom.

“You wanna show me what that mouth can do while he’s doing that, babe~?” Marko asked, pulling you closer. You would have begged to do that if he asked you to. Your body was just aching to get fucked.

The three of you moved together, getting positioned how you all wanted. Marko flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees while Paul slipped the condom on. Your mouth watered as the curly-haired boy slipped his underwear down and freed his cock. It practically smacked you in the face, he was so hard.

“Open up for me~” he ordered, smirking down at you. With your mouth opened up, he tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue. You just met the guy, and you could already tell he was big on teasing. Eager to please, you smiled flirtatiously at him before wrapping your lips around him.

At the same time, Paul slipped his cock into your aching hole, slowly filling and stretching you out. They both sighed in pleasure, amazed by how your body felt.

“Fuuuuck me, you’re tight as hell, baby~” Paul groaned out. He was starting slow with you, his hips grinding against you. You let out a whimper, which added to Marko’s pleasure.

“And what a fuckin’ mouth, goddamn~” Marko praised. Inch by inch, you took him into your mouth. You knew the warmth must have felt heavenly on his chilled skin. With how amazing they felt, you would happily keep them warm all night long.

The two boys worked beautifully together. They were matched in their pace, even though they were inside two different holes. While Paul’s hands wrapped around your hips, Marko’s fingers were fisted in your red hair. With how good they felt, they wanted nothing more than to hold on tight and never let you go.

Your pleasure was just as intense. The fucked like GODS. If you didn’t know any better, it was like love at first sight. That song you all danced to together was still echoing in your head as you took the boys.

You make your livin' lovin' hot

You spin me like a top

You take the evening one on one

You're only livin' to have fun

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

Over and over they penetrated you, Paul hitting your deepest sweet spot and Marko pushing himself down your throat. You were stuffed to the brim, yet you still wanted more.

“Good boyyyy…..ooh fuck….that’s a good fuckin’ boy~” Paul praised you, picking up the speed of his thrusting.

“He’s right, baby. You’re such a good boy for the two of us~” Marko moaned sweetly.

Good boy.

Fuck, just that one nickname was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your moaning around Marko’s dick was growing louder while you clenched tighter around Paul. It was all happening so fast.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. FUCK, that’s it~!” Marko praised, fucking your face even faster now.

“Gonna cum on my dick, sugar? Shit, I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard for you~” Paul growled, animal-like in tone.

They were pushing you to your very limit, aching to get you to climax with them. It didn’t take much considering they had rocked your world since the moment you laid eyes on them. With just a few more thrusts, you were hit with an intense sensation of pleasure. It was almost like being struck by lightning, with pure electricity flowing through your body.

While you whimpered and moaned through your orgasm, the boys followed you closely. Paul pushed himself as deep in as he could go, filling the condom inside you. Marko held your head down on his cock, thick shots of cum pouring onto your tongue and down your throat. They were completely spent, and it was all because of you.

It was a bit of a blur afterwards. They both pulled out of you, leaving you feeling rather warm and fuzzy from the pleasure. Marko laid back on the bed, bringing you close for some cuddling while Paul took care of tossing the used condom. The two of you shared a kiss, so tender in comparison to the rough fucking you just experienced.

“My turn, handsome~” Paul purred, slipping in next to you so he could steal you for another kiss. Marko growled softly, but ultimately shared you. It made you smile knowing they both liked you so much.

While the three of you snuggled, you found yourself humming the tune of the song again. Now you would think of him whenever that song came on.

“Maybe next time you wanna have fun, you can come by our place,” Paul whispered, fingers running through your red hair.

“Yeah! We got a delicious bottle of the red stuff you’d really love,” Marko said with a smirk.

You nodded, thoroughly enjoying such an idea. This could be the start of something really special. You, Paul and Marko.

It's not worth fighting

You're in love

#the lost boys #tlb #reader insert #transmasc reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #writing request #my fic #Smut #Nsft

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guns-n-jovi · 3 months

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I think I’m going to start writing again for tumblr! For a while, at least. I’ll do an x reader fic for members of any of the following bands-

• Guns N’ Roses

• Van Halen

• KISS

• Ratt

• Bon Jovi

If you’re interested, just shoot me a prompt and I’ll see what I can do! I do not prefer to write smut or any extremely mature content. 💛

#Guns N’ Roses #Van Halen #KISS #Ratt #Bon Jovi

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prodigal-howlter · 5 months

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Hell of a Mark

Ship: Broyo Rating: E Contains: Jealousy, Possessive behaviour, smut, choking, biting, bloodplay, rough sex, degradation, dom/sub, daddy kink, older man/younger man, frottage, use of the word "slut" as a title (one time) (in play, both parties are into it), Gil gets dark (but Mal thinks it's hot), Masochist Malcolm Bright, Sadist Gil Arroyo, Light Painplay, use of a vibrator, consent, aftercare, and cuddling. Initial prompt: The Job Words: 5486 Summary: One of Malcolm’s old friends from boarding school arrives at the office. Gil gets a little bit jealous.

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So… here we are! My first smut for Prodigal Son. This one was an accident that was encouraged by the Prodigal Son Trash Discord group.

I was watching the episode with Vijay and got an idea for Gil to be jealous and suddenly I had written 300 words in 15 minutes, and then the rest just kind of happened.

A HUGE special shout out to my friends Ratt and Vee for beating and the squad in the groupchat for being so supportive of me writing this and for screaming about these two horny potato men at 3 am.

On to this fic!

Gil watches Malcolm's "friend" through the office window. He's still here long after the profiler had disappeared into his husband's office. The locked door stands between them, blocking him from the past waiting on the other side. He's waiting for Malcolm to return, but Gil knows he won't. He huffs as he closes the blinds, shielding them from view.

Malcolm chuckles from his spot on top of the desk, rolling his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, "Stop staring at him like you want to mount his head over your fireplace."

"Why? I do." Gil glares, striding across the small space to his chair, "What makes this guy special enough to call you baby boy?"

"Because I was friends with him in boarding school. Why are you being so fussy about him?" Malcolm asks, turning on the desk to face where the older man sits. "I mean, he's just a friend..."

"Kid, be real. How many Vijays do you know?"

"Just this one. Why?"

"Because that means that this is the same Vijay that you dated for seven months, experimented with, and, if I remember correctly, 'fucked you so hard you couldn't remember your name?' Is that the same Vijay that walked into my precinct, winked at my husband and called him baby boy? This is the same Vijay as your little school buddy?" His jaw sets halfway through the rant, and Malcolm feels heat pooling in his stomach.

"Fuck..." He whispers, looking at the ground. "Um, yeah... that's him."

Gil raises an eyebrow challengingly and his hands rest on Malcolm's hips, "Last time I checked, I'm the only one allowed to call you baby boy now. Not this overdressed insurance bastard." Malcolm's lashes flutter as his breath quickens, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so primitive."

Malcolm finally looks him in the eye, and blushes, "Or maybe you could..."

Gil's gaze darkens, and a smile creeps across his expression, "Oh, do you like this Malcolm Bright? No, wait, it's Bright-Arroyo now. Because I had to put my name on what's mine." Bright shivers and nods, "You like when Daddy gets possessive, don't you?" He tightens his grip. "Want me to make sure your little boarding school fling knows that you're mine and that no one else can give it to you how I can?"

Malcolm whimpers and nods, hand trembling. His breathing stutters and Gil pushes his jealousy aside for a moment, concern painting his features.

"Hey, hey..." Gil murmurs, "It's okay if you are into this. I promise, Mal. And if you are, you're in luck because I'm sitting here thinking up a hundred different ways to make sure that Corner Bench friend of yours knows you're mine."

"Corner Table..." Malcolm murmurs in an attempt to hide his chagrin.

"Irrelevant." Gil growls, "Now, how about you sit on Daddy's lap and I will mark that neck of yours nice and pretty?" The younger man nods, sitting on his lap in the chair, thighs bracketing Gil's left leg.

Malcolm connects their lips sloppily as Gil's hands guide his form to grind down against his slacks.

"And then," Gil continues, nipping at his stubbled jaw, "I’m going to drive you home and take you apart on that bed of yours. I intend to make you scream for me and fuck you hard enough that I can make you forget everything but my name. I’ll make you beg for me until your throat is hoarse, maybe then, I will let you cum. How does that sound, baby boy?"

Malcolm shivers at the title and whimpers, his left hand tangling in Gil's hair. "Please..."

"Already rehearsing for me?" Gil chuckles darkly, "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" A broken sound slips past Malcolm's lips, and the older man chases it with his tongue. He nips at his lip, pulling it away and letting it fall back into place. "You have to stay nice and quiet for me, okay?"

Malcolm cuts a whimper short, chewing his lip. Gil ducks his head, pressing kisses along his jaw and down the column of his neck. "D-Daddy..." He whines, the sound barely reaching Gil's ear.

"Good, keep quiet, baby," He says against the skin. As punctuation, Gil delivers a claiming lick to the skin. The younger shivers and presses his hips down into the jut of his pelvis. "You're doing so good for me. Let me finish up here and then we can head home so I can take you apart for real." Malcolm nods, grinding against him while Gil's teeth scrape against the skin connecting his throat to his shoulder. He nips at one point, causing the younger to gasp. "We're taking too long." He whispers, "We need to hurry this up."

Malcolm nods and speeds up his thrusting.

Gil bites at the skin, and purrs when he feels the liquid dripping across his lip, "Ooh... Shit. Got some blood outta that one..." The profiler mewls softly as Gil licks at the skin, soothing the angry ring of teeth marks. The metallic taste explodes in his mouth and he growls possessively.

"D-Don't let it get on my shirt please..."

"It won't, it's not getting past me. But now, you have a pretty ring of my teeth on your shoulder." Gil growls as Malcolm shivers, begging silently for him to continue. His hips stutter, and he whimpers, "Please?"

"Please, what?"

"Mark me, Daddy." Malcolm whispers, "Bullpen be damned." With the reminder of their current location, Gil reaches down and grinds the heel of his hand into Malcolm’s clothed cock. "Fuck, please..." He gasps, pushing to reconnect their lips.

Gil kisses back aggressively and gropes Malcolm's length through the black fabric. It's not enough. "Such a good boy, but we have to get out of here if you want me to really own you. So I need you to soften up, or mess up those expensive slacks you insist on wearing."

The word choice shoots a pang of desire to Malcolm's core as he nods. Nothing in the world sounds more enticing than being pinned under his husband in the loft. His hips jerk down and a punched-out noise rips from his throat.

"That's it. Take what you need from me, baby boy." He purrs, kissing his jaw. Gil runs his fingers over the skin and revels in the broken gasp he receives in reply. "You're doing so good, are you close?"

Malcolm nods mutely, accelerating his movements. "Fuck, Gil..."

"Look at you, Malcolm. Desperate just from me biting your neck?" Malcolm gasps and whines a curse, "Fuck, baby, can you cum for me? Cum for daddy, baby."

Malcolm shudders, pressing against his hand, "Fuck, Gil, can you talk to me?"

"Talk to you? What do you me– Oh... You want me to tell you everything I'm going to do to you later, don't you?" Gil's hand gropes rougher and teases the wet spot in Malcolm’s slacks. He's met with a gasp, and a smile tugs at his lip as he presses a kiss to Malcolm's face.

The younger man shakes his head against Gil's shoulder, rolling his hips rhythmically. "N-no..."

"No? How about I tell you about how you belong to me?" In lieu of a reply, Malcolm whines. "Ah, so that's what you want. Do you want to be reminded that every last piece of you is mine? I can do that." He murmurs promises into his brown hair, and the words go straight to his core. "However, I have to save some for you later tonight. So instead, I will leave you with this: You're mine, Malcolm Bright. Every last cell in your body is mine. Your noises, your breaths, all of it. And this..." Gil's grip tightens around the bulge, "Is mine. This is my pathetic little cock, and I can make it cum when I please. Isn't that right, baby boy?"

"Da-ddy... 'm close..."

"I know you are, baby, cum for me. Let go." With that final demand, Malcolm's form crumbles against his chest. He whispers a curse, and the damp spot in his boxers grows. "That's it... Good boy. So good for me, Malcolm, so good for daddy." He connects their lips and holds him tightly, the afterglow slowly fading.

---

A few minutes later, he nuzzles against Malcolm's jaw, "Alright, sweetheart?"

"Mhmn... Can we go home now?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Gil purrs, helping Malcolm stand, "I'm going to let JT and Dani know you're okay. They were worried you were having a flashback episode when you ran off to hide in here."

"How long have we been gone?"

"Only an hour or so, but I told them you needed a bit of time to get your bearings and to send your little friend home."

"Hey, Gil? Thank you." He murmurs, hugging his husband tightly.

"Of course, baby boy. Let's head home, I still need to remind you who you belong to."

---

The warm air fills the space in the Le Mans and offers a welcome purr. It's thick, ablaze with lust, and Malcolm can't stop squirming.

Gil's hands are white-knuckle on the wheel, and he doesn't dare to look anywhere but forward. "Stop squirming, baby." He growls, voice low, "Or I will give you something to squirm about." Malcolm shivers, and a broken mewl cuts through the air. "But knowing you, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The hornier Malcolm gets, the more he rambles, less and less of it making sense, "Mhmn, daddy." He whimpers, cock beginning to fill out again. He desperately clenches his fists in his slacks to resist the urge to touch himself.

Gil chuckles, hearing in real-time as the man's brain goes offline, "God, you're already horny again? I knew you were desperate for me, but not like this..." His voice breaks into a purr, hands wringing at 10 and 2.

Malcolm raises an eyebrow, "If I didn't know better... I'd think you're just as desperate. I mean, all your tells are there… Besides, I know you’re desperate since you didn’t get to orgasm at the precinct.”

"Don't profile me, not right now..." He groans, resisting the urge to palm himself.

"Here, daddy, why don't I help you with that..." Malcolm murmurs.

"What're you talking abou– Oh fuck!" Gil yelps as Malcolm's hand slips around his length, friction blocked by the layers of fabric. "Malcolm! Fuck!" His voice cracks as his footfalls heavily on the gas. Luckily, for once, New York has decided to keep the road in front of him clear as he corrects his speed and levels his breathing. "Jesus, kid, that's how you get us killed!" Malcolm smirks and goes to remove his hand, but Gil's right hand wraps around his wrist. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No, but you said it'd cause an accident." Malcolm mocks, his face feigning innocence, "And I'd hate to make you get in trouble with the law..."

Gil scoffs, "You're just asking for me to fuck you into the mattress aren't you?"

"Begging for it, daddy," he purrs as they roll to a stop at a red light. His hand returns to its place against Gil's crotch, palming the hardon waiting for him beneath the fabric.

Gil moans and swallows. He climbs out of the car and opens the door for the younger man, "Coming?"

"Hopefully."

"Good God, kid, I need you to get a grip or we aren't going to make it inside." Malcolm laughs, digging his keys from his jacket to unlock the door.

Malcolm's lips quirk up into a smirk, as he jingles them, "Or, you take me right here, and then I call Vijay to clean me up. Though to be honest, he’d probably like to add to the mess."

He knows it's a risk, but if he's been reading the afternoon correctly...

As if on cue, Gil's gaze darkens. He's looking at Bright like he wants to ravish him. He pierces the younger man with brown eyes, fire fueling the burn in Malcolm's stomach. Gil's hands grab his jaw, and he glowers, "You want to say that again, baby?" Malcolm shakes his head, eyes wide, "That's what I fucking thought." His voice lowers to a growl as the younger man falls back against the side of the Le Mans. "Now, I want you upstairs in the next five minutes, or I will edge you until you fucking cry. Frankly, I should regardless, you've been a brat all day."

Malcolm whimpers, and Gil laughs darkly, "Good boy. Now, get upstairs."

Without waiting, he rushes into the building, leaving the other man behind. The graffitied door slams and he chases up the stairs behind him, meeting him at the door as he unlocks it. Before he can unlock the door, he presses Malcolm into the wall in a deep, claiming kiss. "G-Gil..." He whimpers, wrapping his legs around the older man's hips. Gil circles his arms around Malcolm, carrying him to the door to unlock it.

He opens the door as Sunshine chirps a hello. "Hi, sweetheart," Gil greets kindly, "We'll be with you in just a moment. I need to take care of your daddy first."

Malcolm dopily smiles, licking off of Gil's neck. He mumbles, "I thought you were daddy. Or at least, that's what I've been shouting..."

"God, you are such a brat." He replies, pushing him back on the bed, and kissing him sloppily. Gil nips, ripping a whimper from Malcolm's chest, "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me, daddy. Remind me who owns me." Malcolm mewls, arching his back dramatically, performatively. "I wanna feel you for days."

With a whispered curse, Gil removes his sweater and t-shirt, unclasping his belt and pulling it from his slacks. Malcolm reaches up to remove his suit coat, but Gil stops him. "Let me." He nods, dropping his hands to the grey sheets as Gil removes the jacket and unknots his tie. "Hey, baby? Are you married to this tie?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Good. Hands above your head. I wanna tie you up." The younger man nods and reaches up, hands side by side. Gil knots the silky tie around his hands, restricting his movements. Malcolm wiggles, testing the knot and whines when he realizes. "Is this okay?"

"It's perfect."Malcolm’s mind flicks to his time chained up, but the forgiving softness of the tie assures him that this is Gil and not Watkins, "Can we please... I need you to... fuck..."

"I know. Is your stomach burning yet? I know how horny you can get, and I think I want you to be that desperate before I fuck you. I want you to be begging for it, whining and screaming for me. Then.. Then we’ll see about getting you to forget all that noise in your head. Deal?"

Malcolm nods, licking into Gil's mouth desperately, "Please..."

"What's funnier, Malcolm, is that you're already halfway there." Gil nips at his neck, licking over the ring of teeth from earlier. The younger whines, voice cracking as he cants his hips upward. "See? You already are responding to my voice like a good little slut."

It's not often that he uses the title, but the moment it slips past his lips, Malcolm releases a punched-out noise. Gil tilts his head, pressing their clothed lower halves together.

"Decisions, decisions... Do I dare try and wring one orgasm out of you first, or should I put you right on the edge? Maybe I could make you cum, and then after you're all sensitive, I can use that to my advantage and make you desperate. What do you think, baby boy?"

Malcolm whimpers, desperately writhing against the sheets, "Please... Any of it, whatever you're willing to give me! Fuck, please! Make me yours, mark me, take me! Fuck, Gil!"

"You're right. You are mine, so why shouldn't I pick what I want to do with you?" Gil leans down, licking possessively over the younger man's throat, trailing down his sternum. "That's it, whimper for me..." His goatee scratches gently against the skin on Malcolm's pec, wracking shivers through his body.

"Please..." Malcolm whispers, hands wriggling in their confinement.

As if waiting for an invitation, Gil's teeth sink into the skin over Malcolm's left nipple, hand splaying over the skin under his right ribs. He ghosts his nails over the taut skin, feeling it rise and fall with Malcolm's breaths. Gil suckles, flicking his tongue over the nub, wringing out moan after moan from his husband. "You're doing so good."

Malcolm whimpers, pressing his hips up against the crotch of his slacks. The zipper grinds against the fabric of his boxers creating an uncomfortable sensation, but the wet spot growing by his hip makes the entire situation torturous. Gil's torso stops him from moving, and he groans in frustration. ‘Gil must be misinterpreting’, Malcolm thinks, as he feels him shift to the other nipple, giving it the same bruising treatment.

Gil pulls off for a brief moment, breaths hot against his saliva-soaked skin. His voice travelling just above a growl, "You have two options here, Bright. I want you to either profile the situation and figure out what I'm planning on doing to you, or I want you to talk."

Malcolm's breathing stutters and Gil fights to grin when he feels it, "T-talk to you? Fuck, what do you want me to say?"

He replies with a head tilt and an eyebrow raise; lips kissing and licking down the profiler's stomach.

"Um... fuck... I don't know what you want me to sa-aaay..." He whines, words cracking with desperation, as Gil sucks mark after mark into the expanse of his stomach. "The profile today was a tricky o-one to come... I mean... take apart. Fuck!! Ow!"

He bites down again, leaving another ring of teeth against the skin over his hip.

"Not about work." Gil amends, running his thumb over the spot he'd bit, "I want you to talk while I suck on your pretty cock, baby." He reaches down, unbuttoning Malcolm's slacks, pulling them down his legs and off with his shoes, socks, and belt, "That way I can hear in real-time when exactly you fall apart and get desperate for me." When he finally gets Malcolm's dick free, he licks and sucks the tip into his mouth.

Malcolm moans watching Gil swallow down along his length, stuttering out, "O-okay... Fuck... um... Daddy! Fuck!" He gasps, jerking his hips to no avail, feeling Gil's grasp on his hip, digging on the right side of pleasure-pain. "I... Um... Sunshine did something f-fuck-funny today? S-she... Daddy! She... um... She she she..."

Gil pops off, staring up at him from his place on the floor, crouching between his thighs, "She what? If you're not going to profile the situation, at least continue your story. My love, I'm on the edge of my seat. Tell me exactly what she did."

"She... She was pl-fuck... playing on the counter and... and um... di-discovered the little bell ball you got her a... ah... fuck please... ah... a few weeks ago rolls. And she..." Malcolm mewls, head falling back as Gil's lips reach the base of his dick.

Gil pulls off, dragging his teeth lightly over the length before speaking, "Aww, are you saying she tipped it over? Was she playing on the edge?" His voice has gotten rougher due to the stress on his throat, "Come on, baby, tell me how it ends!"

At that moment, it clicks for Malcolm what's happening. "Y-you're going to edge me?!" He yelps, head falling back against the sheets, eyes falling close as he draws in gulps of air.

Gil laughs, "Ah, he finally gets it. I knew that being desperate made your reflexes slow down, but not this much. I was even making it easy on you! Tell me when you're close." Malcolm nods, hips jerking against the sensations of his husband's tongue tracing against the base of his cock down past his perineum to... "You have got to be fucking kidding me, kid." Gil sighs, touching his fingers to the end of the plug. "You want to explain what this is to me?"

"It was meant to be a surprise."

"For me or your corner desk boy?" He chuckles at the broken whine ripped from Malcolm's chest when he turns it, feeling the lube added fairly recently aiding in its movement.

"C-corner table!" He sobs, "Fuck please keep doing that I'm so fucking close..." As he says it, Gil pulls away, ceasing all contact.

"Well, lose it. You know what happens when you cum without permission. If you cum now, that's all you're getting tonight. I will still be reminding you who you belong to and you won't get to cum again. I will make you desperate for it, but you won't get it. Because, baby, you're mine."

Malcolm whimpers, "Please..." His length twitches desperately, as he claws his way back from the edge. His stomach burns, and his chest rises and falls with rough breaths. "I wanna be good for you, daddy, please let me. I'll be so good for you." He's rambling, he's sure of it, but if the look on Gil's face proves anything, it's working wonders. "I just wanna please you. This is for you, all of me. I just--" Malcolm’s cock drools a steady stream of precum on his stomach, and Gil wishes he could lick it up.

"Shhhh... Calm down, baby. I need you to calm down or you’re going to accidentally cum." Gil purrs, kissing him softly. "You're doing good, but I wanna switch gears."

"Wha--?"

"I still want to edge you another time or two, but I think I want to go about it differently. How would you feel about us trying out that pretty new bullet toy you bought the other day? The ring one."

"Yes, please!" Malcolm nods, eyes refusing to open, "It's in the steamer trunk in a black bag. I haven't opened it yet. I didn't wanna use it without you."

"Hmmm... Good boy." He leans down, pressing a kiss to Malcolm's ribs before stepping to the end of the bed and retrieving the bag and box. He rips into it, pulling the pastel blue silicone vibrator from the container and slides his fingers into the ring at the base, putting the notches in between his fingers. "Here we are." He turns it on and the noise fills the space between them. "Feeling far enough from the edge?"

"Mhmn."

"Good." He passes the toy over Malcolm's nipples, reveling in the arch of his back against it. "You like that?" Not lingering too long in one spot, he trails the toy downwards, over his length slowly. "How about this?" The toy shoots vibrations through the tip of his cock, and Malcolm screams. "Aw, you sound so pretty, baby."

Malcolm murmurs, head rising to watch Gil's movements, "I--I'm close again, Gil..."

"You're what?"

"Close!" He shouts, body thrashing under the toy's pressure.

"Already? That's a shame, I'm having so much fun with this toy of yours..." He presses it down again, watching the tears fall from the younger's blue eyes. "You're doing so good... Hold it for me. Hold on."

"I-- I can't..." Malcolm whines, pushing his hips downward, "Please I can't, daddy, turn it off!"

"Color?" Gil asks, removing the toy from his hand and waiting for a reply.

"Green," Malcolm replies, begrudgingly. "I'm green."

"Are you just saying that?"

"No, ‘m green. This... fuck... this is the hottest scene we've done..."

"Is that so?" Gil growls, giving himself a sympathetic squeeze through his slacks. He's going to have to fuck him soon, or else he's going to explode.

"I need you inside of me, daddy." Bright whimpers, finally catching the older man's eye.

"Yeah... yeah, fuck. I need that too, baby." Gil's voice comes out ragged as he unbuttons his slacks, pulling them off finally. He stands at the side of the bed in his black boxers, and he swears he can see the way Malcolm's mouth waters at the outline of his cock. He palms himself over the fabric, giving the younger man a show. His hands fall on both sides of Bright's head, as he connects their lips filthily, "God, Malcolm, I wanted to take you in the office earlier. I wanted everyone there to know you're mine. To know I own you. Sure, they all do from your ring, but no... I want them to know I own you like this. I wanted to make sure your little friend knew you were mine. That no one else can give it to you like I can."

"Yours." Malcolm echoes, nuzzling Gil's chin, "I need you, Gil.."

Gil nods, reaching into the side table blindly, hand wrapping around the bottle of lube. With it in his right hand, his left drifts down to pull the toy from Malcolm's ass. When his fingers tap the end of the toy, a jolt passes through the man's spine. It turns to a shiver when he turns it, pulling it out slowly leaving him clenching around nothing.

"Please..." He whimpers, "Please, please, please..."

"That's it, beg for me." Gil murmurs, "Good boy." He coats his fingers in lube, dropping it as he whispers praise into the air. He slips them into the younger's waiting hole, drinking in the gasps and mewls they're met with. He curls and scissors them, bumping along his husband's walls, searching for--

Bright cries out, cock twitching, "Oh fuck!"

"There it is." He murmurs, pressing the fingers insistently against his prostate. "Come on, give me a pretty noise and I'll add a third."

In reply, Malcolm moans, back arching desperately. Gil rewards him with a third finger as he kisses him gently. He scissors them, making space for himself. "I'm good... please let it burn a little..." the profiler murmurs, not breaking eye contact as he sucks a lip into his mouth.

With that, Gil pulls his fingers out and chuckles when he whines, "I have to take them out if you want me to fuck you, baby."

"I do, fuck, please put it in."

Gil nods, running a hand over his dick, coating it in lube before he presses the tip inside. Malcolm begs for more, even when the older man inches into him. "I can't move until you're ready, sweetheart. I don't want you to get hurt."

Malcolm raises an eyebrow at the words, "Much." He replies with a smirk.

The older man jerks his hips and groans. "Fuck, you feel amazing. Always so perfect for me, baby boy. Like you were made for my cock aren't you?"

"For you. Only you, daddy." He whimpers, "Fuck, please... Fucking take me. Claim me. Make yours."

Gil nods, fucking his hips into the younger, their moans mixing in the space between their lips, desperation painting every gasp, whimper, and curse.

"T-talk to me, Gil, I'm not going to last much longer I'm so fucking sensitive."

He nods, breaths coming out labored, "Fuck..." He rolls his hips, hitting Malcolm's spot dead-on each time, "You're mine." He starts, words falling past his lips like poetry, "You're so good for me, baby. You feel like you were made just for my cock. Your mouth and your perfect little ass. No one else gives it to you like this do they? Know why? Because they know you're mine. That you’re my baby boy."

"Daddy!" Malcolm echoes, rutting his hips to meet Gil thrust for thrust. He whimpers when Gil's hands come to meet his, as their fingers intertwine. "Fuck... Please, no one else fucks me like you do, give it to me! Just like you always have, make me yours, Sir. Give it to me. Please, mark me!" He whines, voice labored and wrecked from his moans. Gil nods, licking and sucking a mark into his throat, just under his jaw, hips finding a rhythm that's punctuated by perfect gasps.

The mark comes up purple, as he licks it, nipping at the younger's jaw. "You're doing so good. Are you close?"

He nods, hooking his ankles behind Gil's hips, encouraging him to speed up his thrusts. He whines like it's a prayer, begging desperately, "Fuck, daddy, please... Please, please please, please... Let me cum for you. I'll be so good for you! I'm sorry for teasing you earlier, please let me cum. I wanna be good for you, please... 'M so close..."

"Fuck, cum for me, sweetheart. Show me how good daddy makes you feel. Come on, do it! Come on, be a good boy for me, Bright." He encourages, wrapping his hand around Malcolm's cock as he speeds up his thrusts.

He feels it before he hears it. The way Malcolm tightens around him, mewling and whimpering, a steady stream of 'Gil' and 'daddy' slipping from his mouth. Streaks of white hit his chest and Gil's hand as he arches, and Gil swears there's nothing more gorgeous in the world.

He moves to pull out, but Malcolm stops him, "Keep going, please? I want you to cum in me, daddy. Please?" His blue eyes sparkle in the dying light from the outside, as he fights to catch his breath.

"Fucking hell, kid." Gil groans, "Can you tell me who you belong to?"

"I belong to you, Daddy. I'm your baby boy." He whimpers from the overstimulation, clenching and unclenching around Gil's length moving inside of him. "Mark me, so no one else can have me, please... No one else can give it to me how you can. Please give it to me, daddy."

"Fuck! Baby!" Gil shouts, his orgasm overtaking him as he falls against the bed, breaths ghosting over Malcolm's throat as he fucks into him. "So so so good, for me."

Malcolm nuzzles against the older man as he pulls out; the feeling of cum drooling from his puffy hole causing him to shiver. "Thank you." He murmurs, kissing him again gently.

"Of course, baby." Gil nods, smiling down at his husband, pulling the younger man on top of him.

"I love you," He whispers, pressing a kiss to Gil's chest when they settle properly on the bed.

"I love you, too. You did so good for me. Such a good boy for me, Malcolm. Thank you for trusting me and for being so responsive. You're so good." He whispers, fingers combing through Bright's hair, the other hand running up and down his arm. "Was that okay?"

"It was so good, Gil, thank you. Definitely in one of my top three scenes we've done. I needed that."

"I needed it too, sweetheart. I didn't realize I needed to be reminded I belong to you as much as you do me."

"Mhm, you're my husband. Especially when you're being all hot and possessive. Then you're extra my husband." They chuckle, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

"That doesn't even make sense, you dork." Gil laughs, "We need to shower though before I order us dinner, alright?"

"In a minute..." Malcolm laughs, rolling onto his front, "I don't want to move, I feel like jelly."

"Now, you lazy baby." Gil prods, "I am prepared to carry you in there." Malcolm rolls over and raises his arms, "You're actually going to make me--" He rolls his eyes and picks up the other man, carrying him to the bathroom to turn on the shower, "You're so lucky I love you." His irritation is shadowed by the chuckle he lets slip but hides it with a kiss.

"I am."

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The next day, the two walk into the precinct, separating at the entrance for Gil to collect coffees from the breakroom.

"Good morning!" Malcolm cheerfully greets, all but skipping into the conference room.

"Listen, I know you suddenly decided to be a morning person, but it's 8 am and I--" Dani starts, but trails off when she sees it.

"Holy shit, Bright, did you get attacked by a vampire? That's a hell of a mark you've got there!" JT exclaims, brow furrowing when he notices the marks on Malcolm's throat.

His hand rises to touch the ring of teeth peering just over the edge of the suit collar, "Um..."

The two detectives' faces pale when they realize where it came from. Dani's jaw drops in disbelief, "I knew you guys were married, but I didn't realize Gil was that ki-"

"What are you guys talking about?" Gil interrupts, stepping into the room and handing Malcolm a mug of sugary coffee.

"Nothing!" Malcolm replies quickly, blushing deeply.

"Nothing but Malcolm's possessive-ass, possibly vampiric husband." JT murmurs, handing Dani the case file to fill them in on the case.

The three chuckle when Gil's face pinkens, enjoying the brief moment of flustering before continuing with the case discussion.

Malcolm catches Gil's eye, touching his hand to the bite mark and blushes at the wink he receives in reply.

He briefly wishes Vijay were still at the precinct, so he can finally know the truth: he's happily claimed.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

#malcolm bright #prodigal son #prodigal son fox #gil arroyo #dani powell #jt tarmel #vijay chandasara #Malcolm Bright x Gil Arroyo #gil/malcolm #Prodigal Son fanfition #Prodigal son smut

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theold-ultraviolence · 2 years

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i’m so excited for all your WIPs!!!! like mermaid au!! and alice cooper??? how fun!

i wanna ask about all of em but i’ll just ask for two

no one like you side B 👀👀 any sneak peeks?

Give me Fuel - is this a mechanic eddie fic bc if so i will lose it Irma

Dearest Em!! thank you for dropping by! The mermaid AU is for Armitage Hux (Star Wars) and the Alice Cooper one I've answered it here! <3

No One Like You SIDE B will potentially be titled Always A Mystery (SIDE B). I don't have anything for it yet except for the songs that will go on the mixtape, and those are from Eddie's POV, unlike the first part. Since I started writing SIDE A I always wanted to expand into a two part story, playing into the two sides of the cassette, but along the way I thought that the one story was kinda it. Then people, mostly on ao3, did comment saying that they would love a sequel, so I've been listening to the songs over and over and trying to come up with a potential story. It hasn't come to me yet but maybe it will soon! Like with the side A, it's really the songs that gave me the plot! The songs for the SIDE B are:

Always A Mystery. SIDE B

TRACK 01. I Was Made For Loving You, KISS

TRACK 02. 20th Century Boy, T. REX

TRACK 03. Girl Gone Bad, Van Halen

TRACK 04. Love Me Like A Reptile, Motörhead

TRACK 05. Sweet Leaf, Black Sabbath

TRACK 06. L.O.V.E. Machine, W.A.S.P.

TRACK 07. Slow An’ Easy, Whitesnake

RACK 08. You’re In Love, Ratt

STRACK 09. Love Song, Warlock

TRACK 10. Mystery, Dio

Give me fuel IS the mechanic!Eddie fic lol!! the title is from a Metallica song! LMAO all I have written is literally this:

The scorching heat had already put you in the worst mood possible.

To add insult to injury, your car had broken down in the middle of running errands.

I'm still debating on how to tackle this fic because I've got two possible outcomes: 1. SMUT, with the reader being a stranger who's car broke down and 'OMG HOW Can I PAY YOU, HOT MECHANIC BOY, I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY" And 2. The reader and Eddie are in an established relationship and they bring him some lunch while he's working. That could potentially lead into smut too but I'm still thinking about what to do with this!

WIP tag game

#tag thingies #sweet--em #thank you for this Em!!

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vizzlemcshizzle · 2 months

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Helloooo!!!

My name is Vee! and I write fanfic!! here is my about me, and some rules, and some other stuffs!! :3

RULES ☆

WHAT I WILL WRITE

Fluff

Angst

Matchups!

Headcanons

Ships (character/character and character/reader)

Smut (Ohhhh jeeeeeeze..)

Character Interactions!!

Platonic

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

CNC

DDLG and the other one thats like that

Rape

Sexual Harassment

The basic no no's

I will not write Smut for a male reader, but any other writings I am more than glad to do for a male reader!

BANDS I WILL WRITE FOR

Queen

Cinderella

Guns 'n Roses

Metallica

Bon Jovi

Led Zeppelin

The Cure

Japan

The Smiths (No, not Morshitty.)

Pink Floyd

The Beatles

Nirvana

Foo Fighters

Black Sabbath

Sex Pistols

Megadeath

Van Halen

Kiss

Aerosmith

Kitty

The Blackhearts

Motley Crue

Korn

Faster Pussycat

Ratt

AC/DC

David Bowie

Soundgarden

Hanoi rocks

Jimi Hendrix

Billy Idol

Rolling Stones

(these are all that I can remember! but ask me if I write any, I'm sure I know them!!)

MASTERLIST

INBOX: 0

(Requests open!!)

#classic rock #rock #punk rock #fanfiction #classic rock fanfic

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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years

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please do a warren demartini fan fic or a robbin crosby!

Friend of a Friend’s Party

Pairing: Warren DeMartini x reader

Warnings: language, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, slight edging

Summary: You didn’t even want to go to this party… but thank God you did.

Word Count: 5.7k

Request?: Yes!

Taglist: @theweightofstardust

Don't ask how I got here... I'll be honest: I have no idea.

I detested parties. I despised them in every way.

I despised how the music was so loud I couldn't even hear someone conversing directly next to me.

I despised how sweaty everyone was and how drunk they'd become in mere minutes.

I despised how crowded everything was, to the point where I couldn't move without bumping into ten other people.

Parties brought me excruciating headaches that could only be relieved by a day of complete silence.

Parties were noisy. People were even noisier.

I wanted to be at home, buried beneath my blankets, watching anything the television had to offer and eating a lot of junk food.

I wouldn't consider myself "different" from anyone else; to say I'm different is to say I'm boring.

I just prefer to be alone, with my own thoughts, in my own bed, without anyone bothering me about whether or not I want another drink when I hadn't had one all night.

This wasn't even my friend's party. It was a friend of a friend whom I had never met.

“No, I’m not interested.”

On purpose, I wore the least revealing clothes in my entire closet. I figured a simple pair of jeans and a loose-fitting shirt would deter any creepy, desperate guy from wanting any action with me.

I was wrong.

The number of guys who approached me and asked for this or that was uncountable.

“On the bright side… they probably think your face is gorgeous.”

my friend mentioned after I yanked her away from the crowd,

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“I almost wish they thought my face was ugly so they’d leave me alone.”

My friend sighed, her shoulders sagging as she grasped my elbow and drew me away from the crowd, towards the back wall.

“Y/N, you need to learn to have fun once and a while.”

“Oh please stop with that fun bullshit…”

“It’s true! You have no fun!”

“I do! It’s just that the things I find fun aren’t things you find fun!”

I was sick and tired of having people shove things down my throat and expecting me to enjoy them. I prefer sitting at home to standing around with a bunch of wasted people who don't know their right from their left.

My friend grasped the bridge of her nose in between two fingers, squeezing her eyes shut in thought.

“Look, I don’t wanna argue with you right now.”

She let go of her nose, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Get a cab! I’ll find a way home!”

I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t want you going home with a guy you’ve only known for two minutes…frankly, you make horrible mistakes.”

My friend scoffed, shifting her weight to the opposite foot.

“At least I can get guys! I mean, how long has it been since you’ve gotten laid-”

I clasped my hand over my friend's mouth, glancing frantically around the room, hoping no one heard my friend's horrible question. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be more concerned with their cups than with anyone else.

“Do you really have to ask that in public?!”

I hissed under my breath.

My friend swatted my hand away in annoyance, her irritation growing inside of her quickly.

“Why does it even matter?! No one here gives two fucks!”

She extended her arm to the side, attempting to show me all of the people who didn't care if I got action or not.

“Look Y/N… get laid,” she held up one finger as if reciting a list,“or leave.”

I clenched my jaw and balled my hands into fists at my sides, gripping my jeans so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

My friend dropped her hand, her silver bracelets jingling.

“I really don’t care which of the options you choose but please just leave me alone.”

She pleaded, her eyes wide with desperation.

She didn't want me to even look at her tonight in fear of me ruining her perfect party.

I relaxed, realizing it was a waste of energy to be angry at my friend when the night would be awful whether I was frustrated or not.

“Who is the host?…”

I had no idea who was throwing the party. I didn't know anyone here. I was at the home of an unknown person who just so happened to know my friend.

“His name’s Joel MacDonall…”

My friend leaned in, her hand cupped over her mouth. I gravitated towards her, eager to hear whatever she had to say.

“He’s got a lot of friends in high places… I bet there’s some really rich people here and we don’t even know.”

That piqued my interest.

My gaze wandered over everyone who was preoccupied talking to their close friends, studying them and deciding whether or not they had money.

I'll say, if anyone here was harboring millions of dollars in cash, they didn’t show their wealth.

These people were young girls searching for action and average guys looking to unwind after a long day at work.

My friend took a step back, and I did the same. Her eyes were now sly rather than irritated, as if she were contemplating something deep within her mind. Her arms hung lazily under her chest, her posture relaxed.

“Who knows? Maybe there’s a hot millionaire here looking for a boring girlfriend.”

I scoffed.

“Do you really have to describe me as boring? Isn’t there a nicer way to put it?”

“Boring is boring Y/N… but a lot of people are boring and a lot of boring people find love just like fun people do.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever… just go enjoy your stupid par-”

My shirt and pants were completely saturated with icy cold alcohol. The liquid seeped through the fabric and clung to my skin.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed, as if this night couldn’t get any worse.

I heard mumbled apologies and hands reaching for me to assist with the cleaning.

I didn't look to see who had spilled multiple drinks on me because I didn't want to know. I just shoved past everyone in my path, shaking them off as I made my way to the bathroom, steam coming from my ears.

This was the final nail in the coffin.

“Y/N! Let me help you!”

“No! Please just leave me alone!”

I didn't make eye contact with my friend, or with anyone else for that matter. As I pushed through the sweaty bodies and disoriented people who didn't know their right from their left, I stared at my feet with anger coursing through my veins.

I lunged up the stairs, heading to the top floor to avoid the massive crowd on the ground level. The alcohol soaked one side of my body, causing the clothes to become plastered to my skin. The cool air came in through the slightly ajar windows, hit the wet spots and sent chills up my spine.

“I fucking hate parties.”

How could people call me boring because I didn't want to go somewhere where everyone annoyed me and alcohol was thrown on me after a bad night? It baffled me that anyone could have fun in such a horrible environment.

As I made my way up the treacherous and winding stairs, the stairs groaned loudly with each step. This house was ancient. It was made of old, vintage wood and bricks and stood three stories tall.

I went to the master bathroom, which was surprisingly free to use. I needed a huge bathroom where I could sit and be completely alone while the rest of the world was throwing a huge party right under my feet.

I flung open the door and slammed it shut behind me, almost ripping it off the hinges.

I didn't go to the bathroom to clean myself because I knew the alcohol had left a permanent imprint on my clothing that would only fade with time. And the smell would only go away once I got home and washed it vigorously.

I needed to be completely alone, with nothing or no one bothering me.

Thankfully, the bathroom was enormous, a perfect vintage bathroom to relax in away from the hustle and bustle.

I slid to the ground, leaning against the sink and sitting on a plush carpet meant to catch any water that splashed out of the sink. The damp clothing was starting to irritate me, particularly the wet denim that was now sticking to my leg.

“Ugh.”

I sighed and cradled my head in my hands, a throbbing headache forming in the front of my skull. I ran my fingers along my brows, rubbing out the aches and pains that would become worse as the night progressed.

The bathroom's white fluorescent light was too bright, and the alcohol staining my clothes was making me uncomfortable no matter how much I adjusted my seated position.

“I fucking hate this.”

I mumbled to myself, grumbling under my breath as I rubbed my eyes, seeing different colors as I stimulated my retinas in an attempt to relieve the headache.

If I wasn't so afraid that someone would knock on the door, begging to use the restroom, I'd strip naked and take a shower.

Someone came to the door and knocked.

At first, I thought I was imagining the sound. I was so preoccupied with rubbing out the ache that was forming in my skull I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. My eyes were drawn to the door, stinging as they readjusted to the bright white light bouncing off the pale paint.

There was complete silence following the noise I potentially imagined.

Did someone just knock on the door?

No way.

“Hello?”

Some asked.

It was a guy’s voice.

What the hell?

“Hello?”

I returned the question, slowly rising to a standing position.

“Hey um… my friend spilled some drinks on you and I just wanted to come and apologize.”

Please give me a break. Why couldn't people just ignore me?

In annoyance, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Great… You and your friend are forgiven.”

With a frustrated tone, I said. I shouldn't have been so cruel to a guy who was only trying to be nice, but I really needed to be alone right now.

I shifted my weight to the opposite foot.

“Do you wanna… maybe talk or something?”

His voice was muffled by a thick layer of wood, but thanks to the lack of noise on the top floor, I could easily make out his words.

“No thanks… I’d rather be alone right now.”

He laughed… that sure was an unexpected reaction.

“I get it… I fucking hate parties.”

Wait... hold on... a fellow person who despised parties? Perhaps this interaction will go better than I expected.

I heard him walk away, his footsteps strong on the hardwood, as if he were wearing heavy boots.

I threw myself against the door, determined not to lose this mysterious man who shared my beliefs.

I fumbled with the doorknob as I heard his footsteps soften. He was getting further away from the bathroom with each step.

“Fuck!”

The ancient door knob rattled in its place, seemingly doing nothing to assist in unlocking the door.

“Wait!”

I exclaimed, reaching my hand to the sky in the hopes of capturing his attention.

His hands were stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans as he turned on the heels of his slightly raised boots.

Woah… he looked… cool.

Despite wearing nothing flashy, he exuded a certain aura that hit me like a freight train the moment his gaze met mine.

“I actually… do wanna talk.”

I said timidly, my hand coming downwards slowly until it met my damp side.

“Cool!”

He said, surprisingly chipper.

His heavy boots slammed against the old wood as he walked back towards the bathroom, his face now in the bright light reaching out from the bathroom door frame.

He seemed... strangely familiar.

He appeared to be one of the strangers I had witnessed briefly in public. I do a double take because I think he's really cute. Then I go about my business as usual, keeping his face in the back of my mind until I unexpectedly encounter him again.

His gaze was drawn to my chest. I thought he was checking me out in a rather creepy manner at first, because he was smiling with delight. Then I realized there was absolutely nothing to look at because my shirt was completely loose and exposed nothing.

“I like your shirt.”

If it had been anyone else, I'd assume they ignited the conversation to disguise the fact they were checking me out a moment before.

But he was entirely genuine. He simply liked the shirt.

“Oh thanks…”

I looked down at my wet shirt, despite the fact I already knew what was on it.

“You like the band?”

He chuckled.

“I’m in the band.”

What?

He had to be kidding.

My brow furrowed, my eyes shooting upwards to meet his.

“Really?! What’s your name?!”

He smirked, his sly half smile capturing my attention.

“I’m Warren… Warren DeMartini.”

“Wow… I mean you had to be a rockstar with a killer name like that.”

To be honest, I hadn't paid much attention to his band. They were new, and I had borrowed the shirt from my recent ex boyfriend and never returned it, just to annoy him.

But, hey, if tonight goes well, I might be listening to his music in the not-too-distant future. I may even watch him rock out from the sidelines as I cheer him on.

“What do you play?”

“Guitar… Lead guitar.”

That was hot. He stared into my eyes, waiting for me to say something. I couldn't let this conversation die, not when it was already going so well.

“So… Why’d you come here if you hate parties?”

Warren shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, his hands remaining stuck inside his jean pockets.

“I know Joel… and all my bandmates wanted to come so… naturally I came along for the horrible ride. What about you? You seem to hate being here just as much as I do.”

He motioned towards me with my head, indicating that it was time for me to contribute to the conversation.

“To be honest… I’m not exactly sure. My friend asked me to come and for some crazy reason I said yes.”

Warren laughed, his shoulder slightly raising as he did so.

“Sounds like we’re in the same boat then…”

The crappy music kept playing in the background, creating a cliche atmosphere that made me feel like I was in a low-budget indie coming-of-age film. The soft bustle of people conversing added to the cheesy atmosphere.

“So… why’d you follow me upstairs?”

He wanted to apologize?

Yeah, right.

“I wanted to apologize.”

The atmosphere changed. It was as if a sudden burst of darkness had engulfed the conversation. My heart rate began to quicken in anticipation of the next unknown circumstance.

“Oh come on… that’s a bunch of bull shit and you know it.”

“I wanted to talk with someone who didn’t want to be here as much as I didn’t want to be here.”

He smugly removed his hands from his pockets and crossed them over his slim chest.

I was covered in goosebumps. Something was floating in the air, waiting to crash down on us and unleash whatever wrath it possessed.

“Do you believe me?-”

He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“No… I don’t…”

I trailed my eyes suggestively over his body, stopping in every location that would make his skin crawl. I took my time, ensuring he was sweating by the end of my survey. I finished by tilting my head slightly downwards and staring at him sensually through my eyelashes.

“Come on Warren… Tell me what a handsome rockstar like you is doing following a complete nobody up to a secluded area.”

He took a step forward, his heavy boots thumping against the floor as he approached me. Warren had a smug grin plastered on his face as he looked down on me. He was thinking about something, something he had planned since the first moment he initiated eye contact with me.

“If I told you it was because you’re cute… would you believe me?”

I cocked my brow and tilted my hip to the side.

“Yes… but that’s only half of the truth.”

I wasn't sure if I was on the right track or was reaching for things that didn't exist. But something about Warren's expression told me that my assumptions were correct.

He licked his lower lip, implying that the best was yet to come.

“I like you… you know things you shouldn’t.”

He liked me?! Phenomenal, I was getting somewhere.

“Okay… I’ll bite…”

He took another step forward until he was directly in front of me, our chests brushing against each other. I could feel his body heat radiating off of me as his chest gently rose and fell with each breath.

I clenched my teeth and held the oxygen inside of my lungs until I discovered what was on his beautiful mind.

“You want me to tell you the real reason why I took time out of my night to follow you upstairs?”

I already knew the answer. I'd be lying if I said I was completely unaware and had no idea where this conversation was going“It’s cause I desperately want to fuck you… I saw you across the room and I knew if I didn’t fuck you by the time the party was over my entire night would be pointless.”

My legs shook, but I wasn't sure what emotion I was experiencing at the time. So much was going on inside my head that I was having difficulty grasping my thoughts and rearranging them into coherent sentences.

“Well…”

Hey, it’s always best to tell the truth, right?

“I can’t say I haven’t been thinking the exact same thing from the moment I first saw you.”

Warren chuckled and stepped to the side, his legs now shoulder width apart.

“I’m glad to know we’re on the same page.”

He got right to the point, taking one final step forward until our chests were flush. He leaned in, his plush lips brushing against my ear.

My breath caught in my throat, constricting my airway as his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. My entire body was numb with anticipation.

“I think I have an extra set of clothes in my car…”

He gently placed his hands on my elbows, rubbing up and down in slow sensual movements.

“If you’d care to join me.”

As an unseen force began to pull me towards him, he dropped his voice, his tone becoming low and raspy. An invisible rope drew me in his direction, urging me to his car.

He drew back, his nose brushing against mine, his lips growing closer with each breath. The air around us was heavy, hanging down and applying pressure to every inch of our bodies.

“I’d love to join you.”

The corners of my mouth twitched with a smirk. I had to physically restrain myself from flashing a gleeful grin.

“Alright.”

I could’ve kissed him. I desperately wanted to kiss him.

But by the time my brain registered the current situation, he was stepping back and extending his hand for me to take.

He appeared to be a movie character. From behind Warren, a bright light illuminated him, giving him a heavenly glow. He was a smooth rockstar, extending his arm to guide me through the harsh environment below until I arrived at my reward.

I took his hand in mine, his long fingers wrapping around my palm.

I could only imagine what those fingers could do when they were inside of me.

He led me through the crowd, and I kept my head down in fear of anyone noticing what I was about to do.

I really shouldn't follow some random guy I've never met to the back of a dark house where I'd jump in his car. But, hey, that was the last thing on my mind as he opened the back door for me and motioned for me to follow him to the backyard where his car was allegedly parked.

Fortunately, his car was real. It was parked alongside two other white cars inside the large garage.

“Joel always gives us the garage… we’re his favorites.”

The garage door was open, but if you looked through the car’s back windshield, you'd see almost nothing. Perfect.

The night was crisp and cool. The air was completely silent.

He easily opened his car door and motioned to his passenger seat.

“After you.”

He said. I cocked my brow, slyly crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, after you.”

He scoffed, a sly grin on his lips.

“Okay…”

He climbed into his relatively tall vehicle, adjusting himself on the plush leather seats, the fabric creaking under his body weight.

I climbed up and straddled his hips as soon as I assumed he was comfortable in his seat.

He stiffened as I settled onto his lap, his hands finding their place on my hips. Warren rubbed his palms gently against the rough denim.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and drew him into me until our lips were merely inches apart.

I reached out my hand to the side, grabbing the handle and yanking the door shut with all my might until it was just the two of us in the cramped confines of his car, our faces growing closer by the second.

“Do you wanna kiss me?”

He muttered under his breath. I smiled, my grin separating my lips so that all of my teeth were visible.

“Of course I do.”

Without further ado, I pressed my lips against Warren's.

It was divine, even better than I had hoped. His soft lips moved in unison with my own. He was kissing with sensuality while encompassing a slight edge to hint at what was to come in the very near future.

I leaned back on his thighs, my arms lazily hanging around his neck.

He tucked my bottom lip between his teeth, and I involuntarily groaned, which boosted his ego. Behind the sensual kiss, I could feel a wide smile begin to form.

My thoughts were far from earth, and I had lost sight of the absurdity of the situation as I was too caught in the sensation of his mouth moving in perfect unison with mine.

I couldn't feel anything. It was as if every cell in my body instinctively knew what to do, and I didn't have to think to keep myself under control.

He unbuttoned my jeans.

Everything came crashing down when I felt his fingertips dance along my bare skin.

Warren dipped his digits inside of my panties, finding my clit with extreme ease. He rubbed slow circles against my sensitive bud, easing a myriad of noises from my lips.

I sighed deeply, his mouth inhaling the strained sounds that came with the movement of his expert fingers.

“Fuck… you’re wet.”

He mumbled against my swollen lips.

Was I?

I hadn’t realized. My mind was too busy focusing on other things to even notice just how aroused I was at the smallest of sensual touches.

“Sorry…”

I don’t know why I was apologizing. I simply wanted his fingers inside of me, and my brain was completely scrambled. I could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone think of a clever response to his filthy talk.

“Don’t be sorry… It’s hot.”

He spoke in between quick kisses before reconnecting our lips, igniting a second passionate session of clashing teeth.

Warren slipped two of his long digits inside of me, grazing against my walls.

I whined, clenching around his fingers as my back arched.

He moved his fingers slowly, easing out all of the strangled cries that were trapped inside of my chest.

“Please Warren… I need more.”

I pleaded, my chest pressed flush against his.

“Shh… be patient.”

He spoke to me as if I was a child, assuring me that if I maintained my virtues, I would get what I desired.

It was hot. Super hot. The way he spoke to me as if he had extreme power over my every action excited me and ignited a fire within my lower abdomen. The flames licked my insides, my entire stomach burning with desire.

I felt it coming. My orgasm was just around the corner as he slipped a third finger inside of me, his pace quickening.

“Warren… I’m gonna cum.”

He slowed down. The blissful feeling of an orgasm I was anticipating had burnt out.

I groaned in frustration, bucking my hips forward in an attempt to gain friction.

“Stop moving.”

He demanded, his other hand gripping my clothed hip and holding me still.

“I’ll give you what you want… be patient.”

His voice was breathy, demanding yet pleading. He wanted this just as much as I did. He longed for the glorious feeling he would receive once he made me cum just as much as I craved the sensation of an orgasm.

After bringing me close again, he slowed down his pace, causing the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach to fizzle out and die.

I leaned my forehead against his, squeezing my eyes closed so tears of longing wouldn’t fall down my cheeks.

“Warren… please, I’m aching.”

I was begging, begging for him to take pity on me and make me cum so hard that my legs would shake.

My chest was heaving with desired breaths, my lungs collapsing with every heavy exhale of oxygen.

Warren leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Okay… I’ll make you cum sweetie.”

His breathy tone reignited the burning desire within me.

Warren’s fingers began to quicken inside of me, his digits thrusting against my walls in a come hither motion.

I collapsed against him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as his fingers continued their aggressive assault on my spongy walls.

The wet sounds of my pussy resonated throughout the car, becoming almost unbearable by the time my orgasm was rapidly approaching.

The calloused pad of his thumb pressed against my clit, the coil inside of me becoming pulled completely tight.

“Fuck… your fingers feel so fucking good.”

My hand came down in between our bodies, grasping his wrist until my knuckles were white as an indication for him to continue.

“Don’t stop… Please don’t stop, I wanna cum.”

Warren kissed my temple.

“You’ll cum… I’ll make sure you do.”

His fingers sped up, the gentle circles on my clit causing me to topple over the edge, my body collapsing as my orgasm washed over me.

“Fuck…”

My legs shook violently as Warren slowed his pace, helping me to ride out my orgasm.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”

With a slight chuckle, I drew my face away from his neck to look him in the eyes, a stupidly big smile plastered on my fucked out face.

“Good…”

He said in a cheerful tone rather than a sensual one.

Warren removed his fingers from inside of me, bringing them to his mouth and pushing them past his lips, sucking on his digits extremely suggestively.

He moaned against his fingers, his eyes fluttering closed as he relished the glorious taste.

“You taste amazing.”

Warren removed his fingers from his mouth with a loud pop, his eyes opening to meet my gaze.

He placed one hand on my hip and brought the other to my face, brushing a single strand of hair behind my ear. His happy face had faded, and his expression had become suggestive.

“You took my fingers so well.”

My heart swelled at his comment, as well as the newfound desire bubbling in my lower abdomen.

Warren reached down, slowly and sensually undoing his plain leather belt while holding direct eye contact with me.

“You ready to ride my cock pretty girl?”

A blush began to creep onto my cheeks.

“Yes…”

I said timidly, my thighs shaking as a result of post orgasmic haze.

I climbed off Warren's lap, doing my best to remove my jeans in the small amount of space available. Obviously, it was a shambles. I was hunched over, removing my pants as I stumbled around inside his passenger seat.

He continued to remove his belt. I placed a hand on his belt buckle, halting his movements.

“Stop… I wanna do it.”

“Alright…”

He reluctantly agreed, wanting to be in charge but not wanting to disappoint me.

I removed my jeans, not bothering with my panties as it would be easy to get those out of the way once I was on top of his lap.

I climbed back onto him, straddling his hips and adjusting myself until I was comfortable.

I reached down in between our bodies, finding his halfway undone belt and slipping the leather through the loops of his jeans while maintaining intense eye contact.

My hands were becoming shaky from anticipation. I undid the button messily, and pulled down his fly with trembling fingers.

“Nervous?”

From his comfortable seat, he inquired smugly.

I scoffed.

“No… excited.”

“Good.”

I thrusted my hand into his pants, cupping his thick cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Warren groaned in delight, allowing his head to rest against the car seat with a soft thud.

I hastily pulled down his pants, his cock springing from its confines. My gaze drifted from his eyes to his length, my breath hitched in my throat at the mere thought of him being deep inside of me.

Warren grabbed my chin, thrusting my face upwards aggressively so my eyes met his.

His eyes were full of burning desire. There was a fire behind his gaze that was aching for the much awaited pleasure.

“Look at me… not at my cock… I wanna watch you.”

I gulped, my throat completely closed.

“Okay…”

I was aching again, aching for his cock.

Warren’s gaze didn’t drift as he grasped his length in one hand. He removed his opposite hand from my face, using his long fingers to push my panties to the side.

I gasped the moment I felt his tip prod against my entrance.

“Fuck…”

I mumbled almost incoherently.

“Can you take me?”

He murmured under his breath, the sensual tone returning to his voice.

I used my actions to replace my words.

I sunk down onto him, the blissful stretch of my walls eliciting a pornographic moan from my lips.

My chest heaved as his cock bottomed out inside of me.

If my legs were shaking before, they were most definitely shaking now.

Warren gave me time to adjust to his thick girth before he gripped my hips, lightly bringing me up and down on top of his cock.

I took control, clenching my thighs to assist me in moving up and down on his cock, not daring to remove my eyes from his burning gaze.

“Fuck… you feel so good inside of me.”

My words came out quickly. I rushed to say what I needed to say before the pleasure overtook me and rendered me speechless.

Warren's mouth fell open as I began to increase my pace, yet he didn’t tear his eyes away from mine.

The effect I was having on him provided me with a high that urged me to continue bouncing on top of his lap.

“Keep making noises… I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

His voice was already fucked out, breathy and disconnected from the true meaning of his words.

I dropped my jaw, letting out a strained moan as the tip of his cold brushed against my g spot.

“Good… just like that.”

He urged me on, his breathy voice pleading with me to make more noise as the only people hearing my moans were me and him, inside the passenger seat of his car.

After the tip of his cock brushed against my g spot once more, I collapsed on top of him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. My gasps and moans became heightened as Warren began to push me onto him more aggressively, his nails digging into the flesh on my hips.

“You feel so fucking good… so nice and tight.”

My legs began to grow weak as the muscles in my thighs became sore.

Warren tangled one of his hands in the back of my hair, tugging me back to reunite our eyes once more.

“Keep looking at me, pretty girl… I wanna watch your face as you cum on my cock.”

I was already so close, my orgasm was just around the corner. I placed my hands on his shoulders, gripping the clothed flesh in an attempt to keep myself sitting upright.

“Warren… I’m gonna cum.”

I spoke in between strained moans, not trying to conceal the desire that laced my pornographic noises.

“Me too… keep bouncing on my cock.”

He placed both of his hands back onto my hips, forcefully bringing me down onto him, his cock slamming into my g spot with every harsh thrust.

I continued to moan and whine, ensuring none of my sounds were muffled.

Warren grit his teeth in concentration.

We were both so close to reaching the end, the climax of the night.

I completely fell apart once I felt his cock twitching inside of me, my orgasm washing over me and draining every last bit of energy from my body.

I kept myself upright, allowing any facial expressions to wash over me, showing Warren just how good his cock made me feel.

He followed close behind me, his hot cum releasing and filling me to the brim.

“Fuck!”

He exclaimed once he had completely released his cum inside of me.

My attention was brought to my intense and most definitely painful grip on his shoulders. I released my grasp until my hands were simply resting on his strong shoulders.

I allowed my body to completely relax, leaning my chest against his and placing my head tenderly on his shoulder.

Warren moved his hands to my back, rubbing soft circles as we were both busy coming down from the intense post orgasmic haze we were experiencing.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name…”

I had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of this situation.

“I’m Y/N.”

“I like that name.”

“Mmm… thank you.”

I hummed in delight against his chest, closing my eyes and forcing myself to take deep breaths to completely relax despite his cock still being deep within me.

“Y/N?”

I liked the way he pronounced my name. It rolled off of his tongue like honey.

“Yes?”

I asked, trying to rouse myself so I didn't fall asleep on his chest.

“Would you kill me if I said I had paid my friend to spill drinks on you?”

Maybe if I didn’t just experience the best orgasm of my life, I would be mad. Maybe if I wasn’t about to fall asleep because I was so comfortable in his presence, I’d be mad.

“No…”

Warren chuckled.

“Then I’ll tell you I paid my friend money to spill my drinks on you.”

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sumerrat · 2 years

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Ayer estuve escribiendo un rato y la verdad es que le estoy empezando a pillar el truco a esto

#writers #writers on tumblr #writblr #español #smut #ratt's smut #ratt's oc

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

Author’s Note: Well hello my friends! Since hitting 1000 Followers in July (WHAT?! STILL UNBELIEVABLE!!!) I’ve been working on the requests sent in by my amazing troop of readers! This is another one of those stories which I’m pleased to share. As always, help my unending need for validation but re-blogging or liking the story! Also, you can send asks, make your own request, follow me, or be added to my tag-list! Last, @sammy-jo1977 is my beta... and my ride or die home girl! Thanks lady! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader, appearances from most of the Avengers

Summary/ Request: @queenofmischief asked for a story where “Loki and you guys are friends growing up and you realize you like him and try to hide it but somehow at a party or something or another, maybe Seven Minutes in Heaven is involved, it comes out and really hot smut ensues?”

I used some of the ideas you gave me, dear reader, but made it a little more mature, so I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Lots of 80′s references... music, movies, clothes, etc. References of smut, heavy petting and kissing

ENJOY!

"But, like, I really don't want to go." Your cellphone, pinned between your ear and shoulder, pushed your earring into the tender flesh behind your lobe. It probably didn't help that the jewelry in question was a pair of huge hoops, fluorescent in color and hard plastic.

You heard Wanda sigh, "Yea… I know. It's just, we all are… and you know it'll be worse if you don't show up."

"I really hate it." Using a sing-song voice didn't change the feelings behind your words. Going up to the main floor of The Avengers Tower for a theme party was not a thrilling idea.

"I know you do-", pulling open the door between your room and hers, you palmed your phone, frowning at your friend, "-But you look great!"

"Radical… or wicked… or tubular would be more 80's appropriate." Still, her compliment made you smile. It really was a great outfit, totally encapsulating the MTV generation's vibe, complete with hot lime colored leg warmers.

Your cropped REO Speedwagon t-shirt was cut off at the neck, dripping low enough to expose one whole shoulder, and a wide stripe of the magenta colored tank top underneath. Having tucked the camisole into your acid washed denim micro miniskirt, you finished the ensemble with a pair of black pumps, and the obligatory scrunchie of cheap yellow satin. It pulled your hair into a low, side ponytail.

For makeup you'd painted your eye-shadow on, bright turquoise with pink under your brows. Lipstick in a shimmery rosy hue brought extra attention to your lips. And you stored your cell phone, lip gloss and keys in your iridescent fanny pack.

Wanda couldn't help giggling at the sight of you and your collection of clashing colors. For her look tonight she'd dawned a pair of skin tight leggings, an over-sized button down shirt with a stretchy black belt that was about four inches wide. Ballet flats, teased out hair and stark makeup had Wanda looking like a video vixen. It was impressive.

"See, you went sexy… and I went silly." Pouting now, you flopped onto your bed, "Can I just not?"

Sitting down next to you, patting your knee, "You don’t look silly, but you do look like you could be a hair band groupie! That’s sexy!” Shrugging your shoulders, unconvinced, Wanda added, “Besides, tonight… It may be fun. And, worse case? You get blitzed like a teenager on prom night."

"No… that's not the worst case. Worst case? He's there."

Sighing, Wanda shook her head, "He does still rub you the wrong way, huh? And, yes, he may be there… but-" standing, taking you with her, "-it would be a shame to waste all your wicked cool work!"

Hearing her use the dated vernacular made you grin. She was right. Tonight could be a blast, if you were able to get out of your head. Jumping off the bed, unsettling one of those fashionable leg warmers, you hugged your friend tightly. You could do this. You wouldn't be alone. And if Loki was there, he'd just have to get over it. You weren't going to pay him any attention.

---

"Mr. Loki… can we please go? We're already stupid late."

Bending to straighten his red suspenders, Loki smirked at himself, "Greed is good."

Sighing, exasperated and edging into anger, Peter pulled open the front door, "I don't know what that means, but you look… greasy."

"Like I could steal your company in a corporate take over? Maybe steal your woman too", Loki questioned, excited at the idea.

Crossing his arms over the red puffy vest he had bought specifically for tonight, Peter grunted, "Uh… I… I guess. I meant more like one of the assholes in Wolf of Wall Street."

God, you had better be there tonight. Loki was putting a lot of hope on Stark’s little shindig and he wanted to make sure that all of the little details were absolutely perfect, giving him every advantage. Standing now, slicking back his long dark hair, "That, my young spider friend, is exactly what I am going for… Evil 80′s CEO."

"Great."

Loki heard the frustration in the young man’s voice. Someday he would understand, Loki thought, turning to the youthful Avenger beside him, "You certainly make a dashing Marty McFly, Peter. Truly."

"Aw! Really, Mr. Loki? Ya mean it?" That made the Spider Boy preen, popping his collar, and standing a little straighter.

"I do! Now-" flashing a rakish smile to his reflection as he passed, "-let's get upstairs and see how everyone else is doing!"

---

Everyone else was ready to party. The last mission, a particularly difficult one, involved Hydra agents banging it out against our heroes along the rough terrain of the polar ice cap. Draining the physical and emotional resources of everyone, including you and Loki, Tony had planned a little party to kick off a period of rest and relaxation.

As soon as the elevator opened you knew it was going to be an insane night. Everything was brightly lit. Paper streamers were strung up haphazardly along the walls and ceiling. Big plastic buckets of chips and cheese curls were put out on the counter along with a huge punch bowl that reeked of rum and sugary fruit juice. On the floor in the kitchenette was a garbage can, freezing, full of ice, only the keg tap visible. A stack of red plastic cups was at the ready.

Someone had ordered pizza. Well, dozens of pizzas. The boxes were piled along the table already crammed with pretzel bags and Doritos.

Steve was being instructed on the basics of Beer Pong and, you decided, definitely being hustled by Sam. Bucky looked on with curiosity, quietly sneaking closer to the chips and dip, hoping no one would notice. Rhodey was watching them both through the reflective lenses of his aviator shades, doing a great job of looking like a Top Gun cadet, including the tight jeans and broken-in bomber jacket. Grinning as he drank down a bottle of beer, Rhodes shouted, "Hey Stank! Is all of this really necessary?"

"Don't come for me Rhodey!" Wearing a pair of neon leopard spotted knit pants, a green polo shirt and white sneakers, Tony was clutching a glass bowl filled with little slips of paper to his chest. No one had managed to figure out what they were or why he held them. Drinking two beers from his plastic, can holding helmet, Tony would answer only with a slightly slurred, "It's my trashy 80′s party and I do what I want!"

And Tony had thought of everything. Sounding like a mixed tape pulled from the radio, the tunes didn't let up! Ratt, Foreigner, Cindi Lauper, Madonna and Tom Petty all took turns blasting through the room. So many hits from the past pumped through the sound system, getting people on their feet and keeping them there. You were swinging and swaying along, having a blast, but when Bon Jovi hit the group of Intergalactic Warriors went wild.

Clint, rocking a mullet wig and a vest with no shirt, jumped onto a table making the motions of an air guitar champion. Singing into a beer bottle like it was his microphone, "Whoooooaaaa we're halfway there…"

Guffawing, you hid behind your Bud Light filled cup, already red cheeked from the non-stop laughing and alcohol in your system. At some point you had given up Wanda to Vision in a varsity jacket, doing his best jerk-off jock impression, and not quite pulling it off. It wasn't his fault that he was too polite to put people down in the way of Eighties movie bad guys. Alone, feeling flushed, but happy, you needed a break and some quiet. Flinging yourself onto the soft sofa, watching the frat house style antics unfold all around, you couldn’t help laughing. Tony always found a way to knock the group out of their post mission funk. Sometimes that meant week long Caribbean vacations and sometimes that meant dressing up in retro attire and scream singing with a cold beer in your hands. Either way, it seemed to bring everyone closer together, and the pictures were certainly worth framing. The couch dipped as someone joined you. Swiveling, not quite drunk but not quite sober, you couldn’t help the groan that left you. “Oh. It’s you.”

Not exactly the response Loki wanted, he was just grateful that you spoke to him at all. Lately you seemed to flee any room he entered, a hurt and heavy sigh escaping you before you'd make your exit, never looking back. Loki couldn't understand why.

After all, it had been two months since that night. The one where he'd stumbled on you, glowing blue in the light of the television set, alone and in the darkness. You asked him to join you, he had accepted.

The movie was called "Say Anything" and Loki had to admit, as far as romance on film went, this story was very moving. But that was an unexpected bonus to being so near to you. Before the credits rolled, you had burrowed against him, snuggled under his arm with your head on his chest.

Stroking your hair, Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead, thoughtlessly, naturally. Pushing away, looking up at him through hooded lashes, "You… you kissed me?"

Words failed the silver tongued devil, something he still pondered all these weeks later, so a nod was all you got for a response. Kneeling, your sleep shirt riding over your thighs, Loki watched your small hand rising to cup his cheek. Feeling your lips against his own was the beginning of the best night of his life.

And then, nothing. It was like a switch had been thrown and no matter how many ways he tried to reach out for you, Loki wasn't able to connect. Not like that night.

So, he was going against his nature tonight. Joining the group, drinking a bit of his brother's mead, wearing a dated but pristine business suit. All done in the vain hope that something would shift in his favor.

He had already lost too many nights to memories of you. Soft, full skin under his broad palms. The tiny moan you exhaled when Loki’s tongue met your own. How your wet, willing body accepted him, without question or stipulation. And in the afterglow, when your head rested in the crook of his neck and your cherry cola scented breath circled him, you let Loki hold you close.

But he buried it all. Tonight he was the embodiment of all things slick. Nothing could stick to him; not when he had a goal in mind and this much gel in his hair. Loki Odinson would be taking you home tonight, come hell or high water. Wolfish, Loki’s grin was wicked, “Yes. Your dream has come true.” Sitting back, he crossed his designer suit covered knee at the ankle, exposing socks with little golfers on them. He let his right arm rest along the back of the sofa, not around you… not yet, but inching closer. “What is that cologne you’re wearing?” “Don’t you like it? I’m told Drakkar Noir was quite the scent of the 80′s. I did my research.” Twisting, you looked him over, impressed despite yourself. The suit was totally of its time. Black, pinstriped and you were sure the jacket that came with it was draped somewhere safe. His shirt was shiny but soft and bright, blinding white. Suspenders of red matched the tie that draped down the center of his chest. With his hair combed straight back and held in place with some kind of product, Loki looked like he was capable of eating a six course lunch at Sardi’s, complete with dirty martinis, then jetting back to the office in time to defraud a corporate spending account. The kind of executive that blackmails a co-worker with pictures of a mistress. The kind of douche bag that tries to take over a rec center to build a mall. In short, an avarice little asshole. So, why was it so hot? “It’s… overpowering.”, boy, was that an understatement. Loki’s whole aesthetic was overpowering right now. And, was he moving closer? His bent knee brushed against your own as he leaned near enough to be heard at a whisper, “You look adorable, you know that?” Scrunching into the corner of the couch, eyeing him suspiciously, “Oh? Really?” “Really.”, his hand brushed over your exposed shoulder, making you jump at his touch.

Uh uh. No way. You would not be so easy to seduce this time around. Even if those wide hands sent goosebumps growing all over your body, Loki would not charm his way into your panties again. Not like last time.

It had been spontaneous. Genuine, at least for you. And in the moment, it felt like Loki had given you a little piece of himself, a tenderness that no one else ever saw in the far flung Frost Giant.

Maybe that's why Clint's words hurt so much. He had told you so casually, holding up a spoonful of Cheerios, "Loki said his last girl was a drag. Basic bitch? Is that what the kids say?"

Thinking about it now made your heart hurt. You had given yourself to someone who thought you were beneath him. Loki couldn't want you. You would never be good enough.

But that night haunted you. His soulful kisses that stole your breath. The drag of Loki’s hands over the swell of your bottom as you straddled his hips. His solid chest under your own hands, dark head curved against the couch cushion, but those burning eyes never leaving your face. “I thought you said I was plain. Simple. Boring.”

Leveling his own words back at him made Loki straighten in his seat. How could you think that? Unbalanced, stammering, “Uh… I… I’d never…” “Never expected me to find out? I believe that. And, let me tell you this-” Pushing yourself up with the help of the couch’s arm, you rose on unsteady legs, “-I’m not nearly drunk enough to fall into your arms again.” Spinning away, you made a dash towards the people in the kitchen, without looking back. Watching you go, Loki could do nothing but stare after your retreating form, flummoxed.

“That was… painful.”

He knew that voice well enough, frustrated, confused and unfit for company, “Go away, Tony.”

“I don’t think I will. In fact-” sitting down in your empty spot, patting Loki’s knee, “-I’m going to make myself comfortable. Now, tell Uncle Tony all about it.”

Rolling his eyes, unable to find you in the crowd, Loki risked a sideways glance at his replacement companion. Was he really going to indulge in this? Tell his almost friend about you… about your one night together? Loki raked his hands through the pomade in his hair, growling low, “If you breathe a word of it Tony, I’ll-” Lowering his wrap around sunglasses, peering at Loki, Tony smiled, “Your secret is safe with me.” ---

Thinking less and less about Loki as the night went on should have been a relief but it seemed like the scent of him followed you everywhere. Unable to get free of him, you busied yourself with drinks, dancing, and munching like you were a kid again. Anything to keep your mind from wandering.

It's not like the party was boring. Not at all! There was plenty to distract you and you let it. Natasha made you her partner for beer pong and somehow you successfully won against Rhodey and Sam.

Next, Wanda needed you, which is how you wound up sitting on the bathroom sink listening to her go on about Vision in that wistful, loving way that made your own heart ache. Being a little drunk, you had to fight the urge to cry because you were lonely and hurting. “I saw you talking to Loki… what was that about?” She was reapplying ruby red lipstick, studying herself in the mirror, not looking directly at you.

Wanda's voice cut through your self doubt spiral though, something you were thankful for, and with a casual tone you countered, “He was trying to get something started, I think.” Eyebrows lifting, Wanda’s interested piqued, “Really? Loki was hitting on you?” “Yea… I mean, I think so. Was coming on awfully strong too. But… he’s been a jerk, right?”

Wanda cleaned up her eye make-up taking a minute, after washing her hands she looked at you, “I mean, he is here.” “So?” “So, you know he’s not really a joiner. More of a lone wolf. In fact, I think this may be the first of these little parties he’s come to. Maybe he’s changed… grown a bit? And, honestly, you never asked him about-”

Hopping off the counter, cutting her off, more than a little huffy at her good sense, “No, I didn’t and I don’t plan to. Loki thinks I’m a bore? Too basic for him? Fine. I have better things to do with my time.” Laying her hand on your shoulder, Wanda stopped you, eyeing you in the mirror once more, “I know his words hurt… but you’re going to have to clear the air eventually. Especially if we’re all going to work together.”

Shrugging, you offered your friend a small smile. There was truth in her sentiment, even if your slightly drunken brain rebelled against hearing it, “Yea, you're right… plus-” looking around the small washroom, just to make sure no one could hear the pair of you, “- he looks really hot tonight!”

Giggling, Wanda hugged you close, “I didn’t want to say anything, but… yea he does!” The pair of you were still laughing together, standing at the back of the crowd as Tony turned down the music, announcing, “Gather round children, Uncle Tony needs your attention!” There were a few groans, mostly from the beer pong table, as apparently Bucky was unhappy about forfeiting his winning match. Everyone else, in all their high haired glory, were congregating near their host, curious and more than a little drunk.

“Tony, what the hell, man? You killed the tunes!”, Clint shouted, spilling Bud Light foam as he joined the tightening circle. “Patience, my drunk friend. You all remember this?” From the table nearby, Tony picked up his glass bowl, triumphant, “Our Destiny!”

Pepper, sighing with a smile, “So dramatic!” Shaking the bowl in her direction Tony smirked, “Ok smarty, then you pick first. Go on… Pick!” There were oohs and ahhs from the assembled Avengers. Rolling her eyes, Pepper reached in, grabbing the first slip her fingers found. Pulling it free, she grinned, eyeing Tony, “It says ‘Loki’...” Hearing his name, Loki snapped his head up, surprise registering on his face, “Excuse me?” Holding it up for his examination, Pepper waved the slip under the regal nose of the junior Odinson, “See… your name.” “Yes, but why?”

Butting in, Tony snatched the scrap from the hand of his lovely fiance, practically dancing with glee. Turning to Loki, “Now you, Gordon Gecko, pull a slip.” Aware of all eyes locked on him, Loki reached into the jar, digging around a little more than necessary. Finally satisfied, the thin paper pinched between his fingers, Loki opened the folded note. When his fierce gaze met yours, you knew without a doubt. It was your name he had grabbed. Throwing a thick arm across Loki’s broad shoulders, Tony hugged him close, “Well? What’s it say?” It all made sense in that moment. The tacky costumes, flat beer and endless music. A drunken moment of clarity had descended. Tony, waving his arms, eating up the crowd’s reactions, heads turning to gauge your response. Swallowing hard, your hearing failing you, you just faked a smile. You and Loki were going into the closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven. Only there was no way you were going to do that. Not after what he’d said. Not after your one night together, right? But you felt a gentle hand pushing your forward, into the center of your circle of friends and for some reason, your feet followed.

Refusing didn't enter your mind. With everyone ogling you and Loki, making a scene would only cause more speculation, something you weren't keen to do. Instead, you stepped next to Tony, outwardly eager to play along.

You just shouldn't have dared to look at your proposed make out partner. Laser focused, Loki’s lusty look hadn’t wavered. No, the light in those thundering blue eyes was carnal, darker than you had ever seen, matching your own. Against your better judgement, you wanted Loki, too.

Whatever Tony was saying was a blur, merely sounds, because you were utterly stunned by the nearness of Loki. The roaring laughs of the rest of the group were drowned out by your pounding heart. A door opened to a dim room, the pantry maybe? You didn’t know and in that moment you didn’t really care.

With a small smile, Loki ducked into the cupboard, lacing his fingers with yours, offering a bit of his strength. Dragging you inside, your body pinned between a shelf of snacks and the hard body of your frenemy, a whimper of want passed your lips. Loki still smelled so good and now he was so close. “Have fun you two!”, Tony’s words were accompanied by the door shutting you and Loki inside, in the dark. Surrounded by silence, Loki’s sharp pants were the only sound louder than your racing pulse, which was saying something. Afraid to move, afraid of spooking you, Loki struggled to search your stare in the low light. He had already experienced your angry dismissal of his attention tonight. It wasn't something he wanted to relive, not when you were so close with sweet and speedy breath, your chest brushing against his own at each exhale.

Lifting a hand, grazing over your uncovered shoulder, Loki's touch was electric. You moved towards it, towards him, needing more of his energy. Craving it.

Bold in the dark, you grabbed at Loki’s suspenders, tugging him closer. Rising on your toes, covering some of the distance between your mouth and his, you pressed a hot kiss to those soft, pink lips. Under your fluttering fingers Loki shivered, "Darling-"

"Shut up. I… I don't care."

"But I never…"

"I told you. I don't care. Now kiss me like you mean it, because we only have about six more minutes!"

Not needing any more encouragement, Loki found the flare of your hips in the shadows, molding your curves to the rigid planes of his body. Desperate, needy, you felt his tongue move against your own. Want, plain and simple, led your own fingers to the collar of Loki’s starched shirt and the tangle of his raven hair. Fisting it, tugging against those luscious locks, you couldn’t seem to get close enough to the tall God sharing your cupboard. Whining, his name on your lips, you drew Loki tight enough that the press of your breasts was edging towards pain. Demanding, true to your word, with every pass of Loki’s magical mouth over your own the last few weeks were forgotten. Hungry for more, Loki roughly squeezed the flesh of your ass, grinding you against his wool blend covered crotch. Stuttering, his arousal was so stiff, for a minute Loki worried about making a mess. But that feeling was replaced with unbridled ecstasy when your lips found the tender skin below his ear.

A nip, enough to make Loki hiss, was soon soothed by your sucking on the same spot. Resting your butt on the nearest shelf, you didn’t have to stand on tip-toe to reach the soft, sweet sections of Loki where you longed to lavish attention. He took advantage of your new position by sliding a free hand along the swell of your separated thighs. “I just need to feel you, dove. I need to know that you want me as much as I want you.” It was a husky whisper, directly into your ear, and it sent an arc of icy fire to your core. When his long fingers skimmed over the silky slick of your panties you moaned in unison, bucking into Loki’s touch, lost in the moment. Stepping between your legs, Loki took one of your hands into each of his own, pinning you wide open against the boxes of cereal and granola bars that lined the pantry walls. Devouring you slowly, Loki kissed along the column of muscles at your throat, across the exposed line of your clavicle. You could do little more than take his delicious torment as more and more of your sweat dappled skin was serviced by his silver tongue. “Yes… Loki…”, tumbling out of you, just like the night when you first came together, you crooned his name in delight. Breathless, boneless and broken with need. CLICK! The sound made you both freeze. Snapping swiftly, Loki’s head swung towards the door where the bright light and noisy crowd of the party was intruding into your private pantry. “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! What do we have here?” Swinging into the tight space, Tony’s shrewd look took in the scene in seconds, “What were you two doing in here? It was a very quiet seven minutes!” Straightening to standing, Loki stood, blocking you from sight as you readjusted your clothes. Smoothing down his tangled strands, sarcasm dripping, “Talking. Very quietly.” When he was sure you were decent, Loki offered you his hand, and blinking you stepped back into the wild and raucous party still in full swing. Tony, flashing a knowing grin your way, nodded, “I hope you didn’t smush the chips! We still need those!” Giggling, you locked onto Loki’s arm, letting him lead you towards the keg and away from the shouted questions of your friends. You knew there was no mystery about what happened in those seven minutes. Hair mused, makeup smudged, lips swollen and shirts twisted, the pair of you were walking neon signs for getting to third base.

Silently Loki poured you a beer, taking a small glass of Asgardian mead for himself, before raising his glass your way. Returning his gesture, you downed the frothy ale fast, feeling a little parched after your spit swapping time in the hall closet. Boring into you, his eyes followed each of your movements, searching for a sign of your feelings. Dropping your empty cup on the counter, you turned and jumped onto the marble ledge, feet dangling. “Loki?” Placing his own glass down gently, Loki took his position between your bent knees, looking down at your darling face, “Yes?” “Did you say those things? That I was… boring? Basic?” Shaking his dark waves no, Loki bit into his bottom lip, “Never. What I said was, my last girl, ages ago, was those things… but my new lady-” tracing along your jaw, tipping your chin his way, “-she is everything I could ever want.”

“Am I… am I your new lady, then?” With a fierce flicker of fire in his eyes, Loki nodded yes this time, “Absolutely.” Leaning into him, arms around his neck, you tugged him down to meet your waiting lips. “Good. Good to know. Because I think I’m going to watch a movie tonight.” “Really? I recall really enjoying the last one.” “Hmm… me too.” Sliding off the counter, ducking under Loki’s long arms, you turned back to face him, “My room… say, an hour?”

Snapping his suspenders, smirking, “I’ll be there.” Watching you skip away made Loki’s pulse pound in anticipation. Pouring himself another glass of clear liquor, he chuckled, amazed at the change seven minutes had created.

“You’re welcome.” “Ah! Yes, many thanks Tony.”

Leaning against the counter, Tony knocked into Loki’s shoulder, “You’re cute together, Rock of Ages, but don’t make me regret helping you tonight! Treat her right.”

“Of course. I... truly, thank you.”, sincerity seeped from Loki at the favor from Tony. “No worries! No worries!” Waving away any additional gratitude, Tony looked over the group of half cocked, and totally cocked heroes before him, “Of course the real bitch was getting Pepper to pull your name from the bowl…”

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Upcoming Fics That I’m Working On:

If it has a line through it, it’s been completed!

Guns N Roses:

Axl Rose NSFW alphabet

Duff McKagan NSFW alphabet

Slash Hudson NSFW alphabet

Izzy Stradlin x Reader smut fic: He gets turned on when you eat a popsicle in front of him.

Older!Axl Rose x Reader smut fic: You’re his younger girlfriend, and the media is saying a lot of awful things that make Axl feel insecure, so you show him that you love him for who he is, no matter what the paparazzi wants to say about it.

Duff McKagan x Reader smut: size kink.

Slash Hudson x Reader(no smut): You and Slash are a laid back couple, and you accidentally forget about Valentine’s Day, so Axl plans a fancy double date for the two of you, and for him and Stephanie.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader x Axl Rose threesome smut fic: Axl’s been flirting with you and teasing Izzy about possibly stealing you from him for the entirety of the tour, so Izzy fucks you senseless in front of Axl to show him who you belong to(also, Axl joins in towards the end.)

Steven Adler x Reader Hurt/Comfort Smut fic: After Steven finds out that his girlfriend cheated on him with Axl, and that it’s been recorded for a song, he’s hurt. So, he comes to you for comfort.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Hurt/Comfort and Angry Smut fic: Izzy can usually put up with Axl’s outbursts. But when Axl decided to turn his anger on you, that’s when Izzy’s had enough.

Axl Rose x Reader Hurt/Comfort fic: An argument with Axl turns into him confiding in you about his childhood abuse as you hold him in your arms.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut fic: Stephanie wants Axl to go on a date with her, but the tables for two always take forever, so they decide to make it a double date. How? By setting Izzy up on a blind date with one of Stephanie’s friends, AKA you. Izzy’s less than excited, until he sees how hot you are. Maybe the night won’t be a waste, after all.

Older Axl Rose x Assistant!Reader Smut: You’re Axl’s younger assistant, helping him out backstage. But this day isn’t like most others; Axl’s got a little problem, and it definitely requires your help, but it might be a little above your pay grade. (Hint: the problem requires you to do some work on your knees.)

Older! Slash Hudson x Younger!Reader Smut fic: You’re Richard Fortus’s 20-something niece who he brings with him backstage one night to introduce to his bandmates, including the famous Slash. Unbeknownst to him, you and Slash instantly like each other, and begin dating despite the large age difference. It’s a great relationship; the only issue is making sure Richard doesn’t find out.

Slash x Reader Song fic: Based off the song “Do I Wanna Know” by Artic Monkeys; Slash meets the reader at a bar one night and is instantly taken by her; he begins to come see her there every night, even though he knows that it will probably never go anywhere(or will it? You gotta read to find out!)

Older! Duff McKagan x Reader blurb: watching art restoration videos in bed while eating takeout.

Slash Hudson x Reader angst-fluff fic: During a heated argument, Slash says something to you that he shouldn’t have. You get angry and try to leave, but Slash can’t lose you.

Duff McKagan x Reader fluff fic: You and Duff adopt a pig together!!! :)

Duff McKagan x Reader x Steven Adler Smut fic: You and Duff have been together for a long time now, and he finally works up the courage to ask you-will you have a threesome with him and his best friend, Steven? Obviously, the answer is yes, but how will it go?

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Fluff: You meet Izzy after he becomes sober.

Older! Insecure! Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: Izzy’s feeling insecure about his age and the age gap between you and him, so you decide to cheer him up ;)

Duff McKagan x Reader Smut: Duff walls in on you looking at porn magazines, and wants to join in. Stuff goes down.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: You’re Slash’s daughter, and you’re having a secret relationship with Axl. Slash catches the two of you having sex.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: You and Izzy are two close friends. You’re tired of being a virgin, and you just want to get the first time having sex over with, so he decides to help you out.

Sub! Steven Adler x Femdom! Reader Smut: A self-indulgent fic of mine where Steven finally agrees to let you dominant him in bed. This was literally just an excuse for me to write Steven being all innocent and flustered and shit, btw. I won’t include pegging in this, but I’m really close to writing a pegging fic. This will have degrading, praising, bondage, and basically just you babying the fuck outta Steven while he acts all innocent and confused.

Sub! Steven x Femdom! Reader Smut: Steven likes sitting in your lap, and you like embarrassing him in front of his bandmates. So, when he’s sitting in your lap at a band practice and gets hard, you naturally decide to have a little bit of fun.

Current! Steven Adler x Younger!Reader Fluff and Smut: You’re a younger, famous singer who Steven falls in love with. He decides not to tell you, out of fear that you couldn’t possibly feel the same way, but he actually couldn’t be more wrong.

Current! Axl Rose x Daughter! Reader Fluff: Axl discovers that he has a long-lost daughter who’s been living in a group home, and decides that he has meet her.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: As was requested, this is an absolutely dirty fic; spit kink, choking, daddy kink, etc. Axl shows zero mercy, and it’s very sexy.

Mötley Crüe

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: overstimulation kink.

Mick Mars x Reader Smut fic: You write him a love letter before every concert, just to boost his self esteem. This time, however, you’ve got a surprise; the letter isn’t as innocent as usual(basically, you sext him through a letter, and he has to read it in front of his bandmates.)

Oblivious!Tommy Lee x Reader Smut: You’re really horny, but Tommy, being his energetic and slightly ditzy self, doesn’t seem to be getting the hints. Guess you’ll have to show him in a hands-on way.

Mick Mars x Reader Fluff fic: Mick’s back is hurting him, so you give him a nice back massage.

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: You and Tommy are a hedonistic couple with one goal: experience as much pleasure as possible without dying. Your relationship is sex, drugs, and alcohol, and that doesn’t change tonight: the two of you go to a party, get high in a broom closet, and explore each other’s bodies.

Tommy Lee Prompt Fic: “Wow, do you want subtlety to go with that makeup look? Because you don’t have any.”

Nikk Sixx Prompt Fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Mick Mars x Reader Smut Fic: You and Mick are taking a ride through town on his motorbike, when you decide to tease him, knowing he can’t do anything about it. Just wait til the two of you get home.

Vince Neil x Reader Sugar Daddy Headcanons

Nikki Sixx x Cheating!Reader Angst: A dark, angsty fic about you cheating on Nikki when he’s at his lowest point.

Tommy Lee x Reader Fluff: You buy Tommy some roses as a joke, but he turns out to love them a lot more than you expected him to.

Hanoi Rocks

Andy McCoy NSFW alphabet

Razzle Dingley x Reader Smut fic: kinky cuddles

Platonic Razzle Dingley x Reader prompt fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Nasty Suicide x Male!Reader Smut fic: Just sweet, fluffy smut!

All Members x Reader Smut fic: Literally just a gang-bang fic, not even gonna lie. You have sex with Michael, Razzle, Jan, Andy and Sami at the same time, and it’s basically the best experience of your life.

KISS

Eric Carr NSFW Alphabet

Ace Frehley NSFW Alphabet

Paul Stanley x Reader Headcanons-Headcanons about a gender neutral S/O who’s dealing with depression and can’t feel happy or sad.

Bruce Kulick NSFW Alphabet

Eric Carr x Reader Fluff: A cute fluffy fic about you and Eric having a beach day!

Ace Frehley x Reader Fluff: Just you and Ace cuddling and watching movies.

Marilyn Manson

Marilyn Manson NSFW Alphabet

Older!Marilyn Manson x Reader Smut: Hooking up before a concert.

John 5 x Pinup! Reader Smut: Reader looks like Dita Von Teese, and John sees her before a concert and decides to meet her.

Marilyn Manson x Reader x Ozzy Osbourne Smut fic: Threesome.

Dating Daisy Berkowitz Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz NSFW Alphabet

Dating Marilyn Manson Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz x Reader Smut/Fluff: Just you and Daisy doing couple shit, with a little bit of smut.

Twiggy Ramirez x Reader Angst: A songfic based off of the song Mechanical Animals; You and Twiggy are in a toxic relationship like in the song: he’s empty and unfeeling, you’re always angry and explosive, and the only thing keeping the two of you together is drug addiction.

Slipknot

Young Joey Jordison x Reader fic: No smut, just life on the road.

Iron Maiden

Nicko NSFW Alphabet

Ramones

Joey Ramone NSFW Alphabet

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: An awkwardly sweet fic about you and Joey being each other’s first times.

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: Based off of the part of my NSFW Alphabet for Joey, where I mentioned his dirty secrets, which are that he likes to be rough/give orders, and that he likes red lingerie.

Metallica

Lars NSFW Alphabet

Current! James Hetfield x Plus Size!Reader Fluff/Slight Smut: You think that no one can pick you up due to your size, so James proves you wrong.

Johnny Thunders

Dating Johnny Thunders Would Include

Johnny Thunders NSFW Alphabet

Poison

Bret Michaels NSFW Alphabet

Skid Row

Rachel Bolan NSFW Alphabet

Snake NSFW Alphabet

Dating Snake Would Include

Scotti Hill NSFW Alphabet

Rob Affuso NSFW Alphabet

Dating Scotti Hill Would Include

Dating Rob Affuso Would Include

Van Halen

Eddie Van Halen NSFW Alphabet

Ratt

Warren Demartini NSFW Alphabet

The Beatles

The Beatles x Reader Fluff/Smut: The four guys pull a prank on you, but it goes too far and they make you cry. They decide to be sweet to you to make up for it..and by sweet, I mean sweetttttt ;)))

LA Guns

Kelly Nickels NSFW Alphabet

Phil Lewis NSFW Alphabet

Kelly Nickels x Reader Smut: Just some nice smut between you and Kelly!

Machine Gun Kelly + His Band

JP Cappelletty/Rook NSFW Alphabet

Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor

Trent Reznor NSFW Alphabet

Dating Trent Reznor Would Include

Type O Negative

Peter Steele NSFW Alphabet

Def Leppard

Steve Clark NSFW Alphabet

Aerosmith

Joe Perry NSFW Alphabet

Rammstein

Till x British! Reader x Richard Smut: A threesome between Till, Richard and the reader; they really, really like your accent.

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