#warren rojas smut
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you're so fucking cool (warren rojas x reader)
3.2k words
fem!afab!reader
warnings: smut, p in v, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex
an: send me requests or something. idk. insane lack of smut for all this guys on here. sickening. also this is based on the show not the book don't hate i don't read.
The sunshine was something that you were used to. Feeling the streams of light and heat soak into your skin was comforting. A lily of Southern California, it made you adept to warmth. Especially the humid warmth of rockstar house parties. Parties full of wine and cheese and sweaty dancing with men in fur coats and breaths filled with secondhand smoke.
You met Warren at one of these very parties. He knew the band, he said. You had no idea what band he was talking about, only attending the party in a short dress and thigh high boots to accompany your friend and her newfound semi-strange boyfriend.
He introduced himself to you. Asking you questions about yourself that weren’t obscenely sexual. Something that didn’t happen to you very often. Not in this social scene, anyway. You talked with him. Flirting back when he would flirt with you, and trying very hard to not blush when he did eventually compliment your legs.
He didn’t think you had noticed the glaringly obvious glances down to your breasts, but who was he kidding? Maybe he was a lot more high than he thought.
After that night, you’d been attending small parties and dinner dates with Warren for the past couple of weeks, at first so casually, almost as if you were friends more than you were fuck buddies.
What were you two?
Warren’s bandmates, Karen especially, constantly probed if he had asked you to be anything more than his 3am phone call and most consistent plus one in months.
It was something that you didn’t want to think too much about, thinking it a waste of mental energy to worry about what you could ever mean to a rockstar. You’d met so many, slept with so many and every one was the same as the last. You only had to make the mistake of wondering “what you were” with one or two of them before getting the message. You couldn’t wonder. It didn’t matter what you wanted to be, rockstars have to have an ego.
You could already tell Warren was different though, and that was confusing. He was so kind to you. It seemed genuine, and you couldn’t help but wonder and think about him on days that you weren’t with him.
Yes, there were the obvious reasons you never wanted him to leave your mind. He was gorgeous. No getting around that. He was one of the only men you had ever met who seemed to know what he was doing. Not only in his confidence about his band or about his move across the country but in his ability to make you cum.
All by himself.
It was as if someone had given him lessons, in which case, you wanted to send her a message of gratitude. You genuinely loved tangling your hands in his hair, you craved the feeling. Like you had placebo’d yourself into associating the texture of his hair on your fingers with the pleasure that would run down your legs and up your spine when he fucked you.
Now, whenever you kissed him while outside smoking, and a hand ran through his hair, your pussy would tingle in pleasure and you had to keep yourself from being so obvious and clenching your thighs together.
He picked you up from your apartment at around 9pm. It was dark, but humid and the air smelled like warmth and exhaust. He was riding in back of his bandmate, Eddie’s, car. You noticed a girl, you presumed Eddie’s date, was riding in the passenger seat when you got in the back with Warren.
“Hi!” He smiled as you got on and you smiled back.
“Hi, War. Hi Eddie!” You slid into the middle seat, rather than the right, so you could sit closer to Warren and he instinctually puts his arm around your back.
“Hi, Y/N,” Eddie puts his hand on the back of the passenger seat to look out of the back window and back at you to smile.
“This is my date, Catherine,” he glances at the girl in the passenger seat and you nod at her. She nods back and says, “Cat, actually,” with a small laugh.
The music turns up a bit and Cat and Eddie start talking. You finally look at Warren next to you and he gives you a big smile. He puts the cigarette between his fingers up to your lips and you take a drag before breathing the smoke into your lungs.
You had missed him. It was way too early into whatever this was to say that to him, but you had. You felt his rough, callused fingertips on your back, extremely close to your breast. He knew what he was doing.
You leaned into him. slowly placing your hands on his thigh that was next to you. You moved your fingers gently, slowly inching them higher as he laughed at you.
“I missed you,” he laughed.
You were caught off guard.
“You just saw me a couple of days ago,” you say, trying not to sound like you agreed with him as much as you truly did.
“Yeah, but you were wearing significantly less clothing then,” he winked, “You look really good.”
“So do you! This fur vest is incredible,” you complimented.
“I just got it! The single’s been doing amazing on the charts, man,” he says. You can tell he’s excited and by the way Eddie smiles in the rearview mirror, you can tell he’s excited too.
The drive isn’t too far. It’s to a house that Warren has never taken you to before. He gets out of the car first and you accept the hand he offers you to help you out before slamming the car door shut.
You hold his hand as he gets some drinks out of the trunk and switch to hooking your arm around his muscular one as you walk up to the entrance. Once inside, you’re almost immediately greeted by a slender woman with long brown hair who gives a hug to Warren, making you unhook your arm from his.
She introduces herself to you and gives you the most radiant smile that you think you’ve ever seen. You immediately trust her. After chatting for a bit, Warren leads you into the kitchen to pour you a drink which you accept immediately.
“Camila is Billy’s wife,” he explains while leading you through the sitting room filled with people.
“Oh, I get to meet the rest of your band tonight?” you ask.
“Hopefully!” His face lights up when he sees Graham and Karen cross the room to the two of you. “Here’s the rest of them!” He plants a firm hand on Graham’s back as Graham reaches a hand out to shake your and introduce himself. Karen nods her head at you, looking you up and down in a slightly drunk and mostly intimidating way. You and Warren talk with them until Karen asks Graham if he has a cigarette and Graham eagerly offers her one and they make their way across the room.
“Everyone is very nice.” You take a long drink from your glass and Warren looks at you thoughtfully.
“I’m really glad you’re finally getting to meet everyone,” he takes the empty glass from your hands and sets it on a nearby table.
“Me too,” you say and make the decision to wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him, not very hard, but his arms immediately reach around you and one hand lands on your low waist, while one lands on your ass. You deepen your kiss, curling one of your fingers in his hair. You pull away, breathing a bit before kissing him again, softer this time.
“We just got here,” he whispers in your ear, hints of a giggle on his breath.
“I thought you said you missed me,” you looked at him with wide eyes, blinking a couple times before pulling away from him, not before subtly grabbing at his crotch.
He gulped before catching your wrist in his hand.
“Follow me.”
He led you down a hallway and into a room that looks hardly slept in. Before you can even say a word, his hands are on your cheeks and his lips are pressing into yours.
“I can hardly stand seeing you wearing this dress anymore,” he unzips the back after pulling away from your face. Though the dress originally was low cut, when your tits pop out of the dress he has to keep himself from staring.
He starts grabbing at them with one hand while the other continues to pull your dress off your body. His lips reconnected with yours and his tongue is in your mouth. It’s moving more gently than his hand, which he uses to squish your tit in his fingers. You step out of your dress, which is now on the floor, in just your panties and boots, still kissing Warren. Your hand is on his arms and your eyes remain closed the entire time.
There’s a trust you have with Warren that you don’t typically have with other men. It’s so uncommon. You can’t explain any feeling that you have right now besides the wetness in your panties and the heat pooling in your stomach.
You start to push him back onto the bed, until he’s sitting on the edge and you’re immediately squatting down to undo his belt buckle and pull his pants and boxers down. His cock is hard, you can’t tell for how long but by the small whimper you hear from Warren’s throat you can guess it’s been more than a minute.
You immediately place a warm hand around the base while gathering saliva in your mouth. His hands find your hair as you lick the precum from his tip.
“Holy shit,” he breathes as you lick from the tip of his cock down the bottom and back up again. You place the head in your mouth and swirl your tongue around the top.
The precum tastes salty and warm. You bob your head around his dick for a couple of seconds, feeling a little bit of saliva pool on the edges of your mouth. He grabs you by your hair gently and pulls your mouth off his cock. You open your eyes, having them closed previously in concentration.
With the lack of warmth to the rest of your body, your nipples have become hard and sensitive, he gently moves his fingers around your breast, making you breathe shakily.
“Hey,” he smiles and you smile back, bashfully.
You put his dick back in your mouth, forcefully and he lets out a quiet moan before leaning back and saying, “You’re so fucking good at this.”
The compliment heats your core and start gently pulling at the base of his cock while moving your head backwards and forwards at the same speed.
He starts breathing a little heavier when you take the tip out of your mouth while a soft popping sound. You stand as he sits back up a bit and start to take your boots off. He watches you bend over, your ass facing him and your thong giving him a view of the entire thing. He licks at his lips, giddy, and feeling something that he doesn’t normally let himself feel about women he sleeps with.
When your boots are off you turn back to him. Your instincts want you to cover yourself with your hands, but you resist. He’s so happy you do and he reaches a hand out to you and pulls you to sit on his lap. He immediately notices the wetness on your panties between your legs and smiles.
His fingers, callused and rough slide their way down your stomach and into your panties. He fumbles a bit before finding your clit, but when he does, he knows and immediately you wish you could cross your legs because he’s rubbing at your wet clit and you’re breathing a lot more heavily than you were before.
You kiss him again, and he kisses back. Your arm snakes its way around his back and you tug on the curls, moaning a bit into his mouth as you pull and he smiles between wet kisses. He lays you down close to the center of the bed after pulling his fingers out of your panties and licking them clean with his tongue.
You stare as he pulls the fur vest off of his body, tossing it way more flippantly than he probably should, considering how much you think he bought it for.
You can more clearly see his chest hair, thin but covering his chest in soft curls and leading downward to his belly. You hum, delighted, when he lowers himself onto you and kisses you softly. Immediately taking your hands and rubbing them up and down on his chest. Just as you suspected, his skin is soft, smooth and warm. Slightly damp from the sweat, but it’s not as if you probably feel any different.
Warren swirls his tongue in your mouth. Thick sounds of kissing and the bed squeaking are all you can hear as you reach down his chest to his happy trail and below to gently pull on his hard cock as you kiss. He begins to kiss at your check then neck, stopping to suck right below your collarbones. He kisses your body between moans as you pull gently at his cock, only stopping to spit into your hands to lube them.
He shudders and stops where he’s sucking at your chest when you begin to roll your thumb over the tip.
“Y/N,” he breaths heavily.
You look up at him, the same big eyes you used when talking to him back in the living room.
His hands wander to the panties around your pussy. He feels them on your hips and starts pulling them down gently. You let him pull them as far he can and he looks at you with his big brown eyes. Your mouth gapes, breathing softly for air.
His eyes and your lips are full of desire. His hand reaches up to your mouth as he sticks his pointer and middle finger in your open mouth. You close your mouth with him and lick around his fingers, in swirls, the same way you just had is cock in your mouth.
You can feel his slender fingers in your entrance and you let out a small grunt, leaning back slightly to find a more comfortable position. You take a deep breath when you feel his nose and mustache tickle at this skin of your pussy. His fingers go deeper and it takes everything in you not to let a moan when his tongue finds your clit. That same swirling motion that you’ve used countless times on him, he uses on your clit and while your legs bend open and apart your hands again find his curls. His mustache rubs on your skin and you hum and breathe his name.
He smiles against you and he begins fucking you with his fingers. His long, slender fingers. His strong, pretty fingers. You can hardly take it until you’re pushing against his face with your hips. Your eyes close instinctually, focusing intently on the pleasure in your hips, your mind swimming in ecstasy.
“You’re so good at this.” You repeat his compliment from before and he pops his head up between your legs. He pulls his fingers from inside you and immediately you sit up slightly.
“I want you to fuck me, Warren,” you say with insistence.
He grins.
You quickly place a pillow underneath your hips as he leans over you once again, your eyes connecting and you begin to listen to the party outside the door for just a moment, remembering where you are.
It all feels so separate from this. From you. From him. From your togetherness.
You begin notice how little you’ve noticed anybody else tonight, which makes you feel a bit guilty considering a lot of them mean a lot to Warren. But you are so infatuated with him. You haven’t let yourself believe it until now, but you truly haven’t thought of a single other thing all night other than how much you want him.
Not just in a sexual way, but in the way that you want to be his.
Your legs spread, rather than when they would usually go on Warren’s shoulders. He leans down and begins to kiss you again, this time softly, warmly. You can taste your pussy on his lips. He rubs one of your arms while propping himself up with just his other. He pulls away to situate himself and position his cock at the entrance of your pussy.
He pushes in slowly and feels how tight you are around him.
“Is this okay?” he asks and you nod while whispering yes.
He pushes deeper and you instinctually let out a big breath, closing your eyes and feeling him pull out slowly.
“Deeper,” you say. He laughs a bit before going deeper and pulling back and forth. The more comfortable you get, the more of a rhythm he gets into. He is unsurprisingly great at rhythm and you start to squeeze at his dick as he pulls it back and forth. You kiss at his cheek that’s above you and move your hips in rhythm with him. He moans and whines as you try hard not to do the same.
“‘re so wet,” he whines to you and you moan softly.
“You’re so big,” you say sweetly and he shudders, trying to control how badly he wants to come.
You’re not lying. His cock makes you feel so full. You’re so warm and can smell him above you. You can hear sloshing as you reach down and begin to rub at your clit, accidentally bucking your hips forward into him and making his cock go deeper.
You close your eyes and breathe in pleasure.
“Warren,” you whine.
He continues to fuck you deeper, hitting your g-spot in rhythm with how you’re rubbing at your clit.
“I love when you say my name. ‘m so close,” he whimpers and you squeeze tighter on his cock.
“Warren,” you breathe louder.
He moans as pleasure begins to wash over you, paralyzing your legs from movement and squeezing on his cock tightly. He groans as he pulls his dick out from you quickly.
You’re breathe heavy as it feels as though, for just a moment, all the anxiety and pain in your body and leave and you’re washed with pleasure and warmth. You shiver as you feel warm streaks of cum cover your stomach and tits. You become aware of Warren’s breathing above you and impulsively take your hand, rub your finger along your stomach and put the cum covered finger in your mouth. He watches you intensely and immediately kisses you.
“You’re so fucking cool,” he says when pulling away.
You grin at him.
“I like you,” you say.
“I obviously like you, girl,” he says, as if it’s old news.
You look away shyly and he grabs your cheek, turning you back towards him before kissing you intently.
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬
a/n: by this part, it’s been a few weeks after Y/N and Warren met on the yacht. a little snippet of how karen and y/n met bc they’re platonic soulmates and they’re both badass
timeline: ep. 3 (band is still in hiatus)
here’s the good stuff y’all signed up for :p
Part 1
This chapter: Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (in the works!)
Epilogue
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warnings (of this chapter): sexual tension, warren being horny, reader being horny, smoking, angst, cursing, drinking.
summary (of this chapter): weeks has passed and Warren still found himself pinning over a stranger, and Y/N, realizing the cost of fame, found herself bound to be lonely for as long she succeeds under the limelight. Will she take a chance at love? Or is her career too much of a blessing that she can’t risk ruining over anything?
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•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•
Interviewer: So how did you and Y/N meet?
Karen: Uh, *chuckling* it was all thanks to a shitty driver that just...had to drop me off in the middle of nowhere.
I was supposedly, on my way to the boys’ house for the first time. I had no clue where I was, nor did I have people to ask around for help. It was literally in the middle of nowhere. Just sand, and drought.
But if it weren’t him, I would’ve never gotten a ride from that woman in a purple polka-dotted bikini who had clearly just gone out of the water from a nearby beach.
*her eyes widen playfully at the camera* If it weren’t for that arse driver, I would’ve never met my best mate.
Interviewer: What was your relationship like afterwards?
Karen: *grinning* How’d she describe it?
Interviewer: *slight chuckling* She said “like two schoolgirls who never grew up.”
Karen: *nodding* Sounds about right. *she chuckles*
•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•
“He’s been drooling about you every damn day, Y/N!” Karen whisper-shouted into the telephone. “This is witchcraft you placed on this man. Never seen him so quiet and...smiley.”
Y/N imagined her friend to be on her bed with the telephone. The conversation was about Warren, who Y/N found out was Karen’s bandmate that, she quotes, “uses his dick as a compass.” Whenever they talked about Warren, with Y/N’s obnoxious pleadings, Karen would take the telephone to her bedroom, where Warren and the boys can’t hear.
Karen flipped on her back. “I think you’re a maniacal genius, love, but isn’t this too far? A crime of some sort?”
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked with a mouthful of chips. After swallowing, possibly too fast, she coughs out. “My name is Flora, though.”
“Are you alright?” Karen chuckled at her friend, who goes on to have a coughing fit on the other end of the telephone.
She continues anyways. “Y/N, love, ... he’s going to get hurt.”
“What happened to his dick being his compass?” Y/N, teary eyed from the coughs, drags herself out of bed to her kitchen to get a glass of water. She takes a long drink before getting herself back to the phone. “Honestly, I think he’ll just throw a tantrum, get drunk, and his dick will reactivate. There’s more of me he can find and fuck. No biggie.”
“No biggie?” Karen repeated, disbelief sending her to sit up. “He’s been looking everywhere for you! Pestering me about some Flora that worked for Y/N L/N—Also! Took me a while to piece it all together, y’know! You’re a pain in the arse for this!”
“Calm down, hun.” Y/N giggled. “I thought it was fun.”
“He’ll think otherwise, Y/N!” Karen scolded. “You don’t know the effect you have on this man.”
“Oh, I do.” She reassured. “I still think it’s funny.”
Y/N took her friend’s frustrated groans as a way to explain herself. “Don’t worry, Kiki,” she insisted with a laugh. “I’ll have enough designing to do that I’ll be stuck in my condo for months. He won’t see me anywhere in parties any time soon either. By the end of this season, he’ll forget all about me.”
There was only silence now, Y/N could only picture her friend on the other end constructing a plan on how she could possibly restrain her for being so reckless.
“I’m gonna go surf till I come out like a pruny grandma,” she informed her. “Wanna come over?”
“I’ll come over after lunch.” Karen yawned. “You’ll be pruny enough then, yes?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Alright, until then, I’ve got some errands to run for my three sons.”
The friends said their good-byes and love-yous before ending their call.
The beach was right outside her condo, ready for Y/N to surf in and relax, but she didn’t head out immediately after the call.
One thing Y/N knew too well about, was how hard it was to be noticed.
Sure she had the fame, the money, the success, the perfect condo with the beach for her backyard. But in the height of her success, Y/N is lonely, and no one notices.
Her designs and her fame so easily drowned her in the background. Because it wasn’t her who mattered to them, at least, not who she really was as a person. Her art were an extension of herself, but the fans don’t see that. Not really. Her private life was empty, filled with no one to celebrate her successes with.
So maybe that’s why she depends so much on her fame—it’s all she really has.
Her family is all the way in France. And while they loved each other, Y/N would much rather die than ask them to accompany her, or for her to go back home just for their company.
Because she can’t admit she’s lonely. She can’t admit how miserable she really feels, even to her friends. The guilt of asking them for their company feels like desperation to Y/N.
Maybe she regrets putting off a love life. How long did she expect to be working like this, anyways?
So then she goes to her vinyl player to play something. The Six album, to be precise, and she pays attention to nothing else but the drums in the background, who were also easily drowned out.
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Interviewer: While Karen visited Y/N that day, what were you doing?
Warren: *chuckling and shaking his head* Karen never visited her that day.
Interviewer: ...What do you mean?...
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Warren paces around the porch of the blue beach house with a folded piece of paper to fidget with.
He unfolds the piece of paper to reread the address written.
It was her address. Flora’s. Long-awaited, that was for sure, and Karen just figured out her address for him as if she knew it all along.
The neighborhood was nice, and from examining the cars and the people coming in and out of the houses, it was a rich neighborhood. It looks very unlikely for someone who just works for a fashion designer to be living in something like this.
Suddenly, he hears clicking inside, like a locked doorknob trying to be opened. When it stops, he hears a sliding door open and close promptly.
Then, nearing barefoot footsteps. “Sorry you had to wait!” There was giggling behind this door, and Warren watches the doorknob turn, and ultimately the door opened to a soaked and rosy-cheeked Flora in a white, two piece bikini.
Warren took note of the wide smile she had on when she opened the door, but it seemed to disappear once she saw who was behind it.
“Hey, Flora.” He managed to say, breathlessly. He does everything in his power not to stare too long at her dripping body, not missing the thin, golden chains with charms of stars around her waist, and how that bikini hugged her body the right wa—
Y/N closed her agape mouth and forced a small smile. “Um, hey!” She greeted awkwardly.
Silence filled them both. The wind breezed at them and at the palm trees around the neighborhood, accompanied by a gray sky.
Y/N’s body shuddered in response, and Warren couldn’t help but laugh at her body’s reaction.
She laughs along with him. “I’m sorry, do you want to come in? It looks like it’s gonna rain in a bit.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” He accepted the invitation, maybe a little too eagerly.
“I’ll mop the floors in a bit, just watch your step.”
Warren obliged, making his way to the living room where Y/N motioned him to.
“I have so many questions,” Y/N snorted. “How’d you find me in the first place?”
“A friend of mine...” Warren sat down carefully, examining his surroundings. “Karen.”
She nods, scoffing like she should’ve seen it coming.
There were enough evidence for Warren to conclude that a fashion designer owned this place. The rich neighborhood, the rolls of cloth against almost all four walls, the two sewing machines, the bits and cuts of cloth scattered on the table in front of him.
Warren looked up to meet Y/N, who was not at all ashamed for hiding her true identity.
“Surprise!…” She drawled out, carefully because she’s aware of the embarrassment she caused him, but also with no shame that she’s led him on like this.
He shook his head with a small smile, taking into his hand the nearest piece of cloth. “I assumed you were her when you left.” He said, his voice low. “I asked around.”
“Should’ve done that in the first place,” she giggled with her back turned to him as she looks for beer in her fridge. “Now you’re stuck in this mess.”
Warren shrugged, taking the beer from her hands. “You make it sound like it’s the worst thing on the planet.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her glistening legs.
Y/N laughed out. “Drink your beer, Warren. I’ll go shower and we can have a proper conversation like two civilized civilians.”
“Who said we have to be civil?” He insisted further, leaning back on the comfortable couch. “Who said we have to talk at all, I mea—“
“Drink the beer, Warren!” She yelled from down the hallway.
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Warren: She’s got that charm, y’know? I mean, as embarrassing as it was, I was hooked. I didn’t even mind she lied to me at all. Piecing it together and realizing the good friend Karen gushes on so much about, the fashion designer taking over the world with her talents, and Flora, were the Y/N L/N, you couldn’t blame me.
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“How upsetting would it be if I told you the storm is going to last the whole night?” She slumped down beside him on the sofa.
Warren, with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, could only praise God silently for this disastrous weather.
“What makes you think it’s going to last the whole night?”
Y/N squinted her eyes at him sarcastically as the sound of the thunder roared loudly, even inside.
“Noted,” Warren rolled his eyes at her. She was clearly drunk, but Warren can’t help but tease her just for the sassy remarks.
“So, anyways, I was thinking I might get a dog or two.” Y/N brushed the ends of her hair in thought, laying the side of her head on his shoulder. “I’ve wanted dogs for so long, I’m taking you coming here as a sign.”
“I’m flattered.” Warren laughs out.
“You’re very welcome.” She sniffed.
“Can I ask why?” He chuckled, stubbing out the cigarette to talk to her face to face without blowing smoke at her face. “I’m kind of scared to ask, not gonna lie.”
What he didn’t expect was for her to place her hand atop his head, patting down his hair. “You’re hair.” She smiled sleepily. “I’ve noticed it the first time we met.”
Warren could only laugh at her drooping eyelids. “You tired?”
“No, I’m not tired,” she crossed her arms, turning her body away from him. “I’m wide awake.”
“Baby, you’ve been falling asleep in the middle of your sentences for a while now.” He cooed. “C’mon, I’ll carry you to bed like a man servant.”
“I am not tired,” she insisted.
He tucks a rebellious strands of hair behind her ear. “If you fall asleep here, I’m sleeping on your bed.”
“Don’t you dare,” she drawled out. “My bed is reserved for me only. The only thing you can do it...the only thing you can do to it,” she giggled, “is fluff my pillows. Like a man servant.”
He laughs, with her strands of hair still in his hands. He twirls it around his own fingers gently, careful not to cause her pain. He’s closer than before now, and without her moving her head so much he noticed the constellation of freckles across her cheeks.
When Y/N starts stirring into her first few minutes of sleep, Warren attempts to move his hands beneath her to carry her, only for her to open her eyes again.
“Damn it, Y/N.” He scolded her.
She smiled blissfully, closing her eyes again. “I want you to fuck me.”
Warren stills. For the first time, his first instinct was to move away rather than accept.
He was too scared to move. Did he give her the wrong impression? Not that he didn’t want to fuck her at all, but it’s not right to do so when she’s drunk.
Y/N opens her eyes to find him flushed. “Isn’t that what you wanted in the first place?” She snorted.
“You’re drunk, Y/N.”
She threw her hands up in surrender. “I give you full consent.”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re not thinking straight.” He goes to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“So...you’re saying you don’t want to fuck me?”
How could someone not? Warren thought miserably to himself. Even in her long, white cardigan that could pass off as a grandmother’s cardigan and black silk sleep dress that revealed most of her soft skin, Warren was ready to take all of her in.
When she’s sober, he convinced himself. If she even feels the same when she is.
Warren’s next move was to wait until she falls asleep and to deny, deny, deny, but Y/N grabbed him by his chin to face her.
Despite her droopy eyelids, Y/N forced herself to look up at him. His breaths fanning her face were like rescue breaths to her.
She couldn’t help but nudge his beautiful nose against hers, while Warren continued to have an internal battle.
Y/N understood her own rules well, and didn’t fail to acknowledge his respect for her current state.
So all she did was bring him closer by the chin and kissed him deeply. She feels Warren respond obligingly, though, still cautious.
It was a kiss that Y/N could need for the rest of her life, the way his lips reached into hers desperately like how she always wished a man would reach for her. The way his hand cupped the back of her head like how she always wanted to be supported and cared for.
The sudden adrenaline of hope that Warren felt was too much to handle. He never felt the so conflicted over something he’s wanted, but he knew he couldn’t have.
He didn’t want himself holding her back. She has too much potential and talent, he would just make a fool out of himself.
Y/N ended the intimate kiss with a peck on his nose. “For now,” she smiled against his jawline, before she could feel herself tire completely on his shoulder.
•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•
few more parts to come!!
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31 and 46 NSFW for Warren please
WET DREAMS
46: “we’ve been best friends for years now, surly you’ve had a wet dream about me at least once.”
31: “everything you do turns me on.”
fandom: daisy jones & the six
parings: warren rojas x f reader
warnings: swearing, smut, oral (f receiving), mention of alcohol
a/n: i’m not Spanish and have no clue if the few Spanish words in this are correct so if they aren’t could someone pls let me know? thank u xx
“We’ve been best friends for years now, surly you’ve had a wet dream about me at least once,” Warren said, the pair of you hanging out on his bed. You were sat against the bed frame, Warren was laying down, his head in your lap.
“Shut up, Warren,” you rolled your eyes, fingers playing with his curls.
“I’m being serious, Y/N,” Warren asked. “I’m being honest with you here, i’ve had many wet dreams about you.”
Your eyes went wide, skin heating up at his words. The both of you were a little drunk, but something like this had never happened between the two of you before.
“C’mon, don’t be shy now,” Warren laughed.
You rolled your eyes, pulling your hand away from his hair and dragging them down your cheeks. “I have once,” you said. “And I felt really guilty about it.”
Warren smiled. “What were we doing?” He asked.
“You don’t need to know that-“ Warren cut you off.
“Just tell me Y/N,” Warren said. “It was just a dream.”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You were eating me out,” you said, your palms were clammy, neck sweating, embarrassed to be telling your best friend this.
“Oh my God,” Warren said. You shook your head, looking up at the ceiling you knew it was a bad idea to tell him. You felt him move and when you looked back down he was sitting up, facing you. “Let’s recreate it.” He didn’t even wait for you to answer as he pushed your skirt up to your waist.
“Warren!” You gasped, ready to pull it back down. You were about to protest, until his hands fell to your cheeks and he kissed you, hard.
You had been dying for this. You just never thought it would happen, you didn’t think Warren wanted you as much as you wanted him but maybe you were wrong.
“Everything you do turns me on,” Warren whispered against your lips, his tone sultry. You shivered, watching him as he spread your legs wide. “Please?” He begged.
“Okay,” you said, your voice not above a whisper.
Warren smirked, fingers looping around the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. Instinctively, you shut your legs but Warren shot you a glare that made your insides clench and forced them back open.
You felt his breath against your throbbing core, your eyes fluttering shut as he ran his tongue along your slit at a torturously slow rate. His eyes shot up to look at you as he put all the pressure he possibly could on your clit and began violently assaulting your bud.
You let out a strangled moan, your hands moving to his hair, tugging at his curls. “Fuck, Warren,” you said, eyes snapping down to his.
He kitten licked at you, making you miss the pressure he was applying before. You rolled your hips in time with his tongue hoping to create more friction but Warren didn’t like that, placing his hand on your abdomen, stopping your movements.
You whined, browns knitted together. Your core was burning. “Please Warren,” you begged. “Let me cum please.”
Warren pulled away, smirking at you, his fingers replacing his tongue, swirling slowly against your swollen clit. “Por favor, sea paciente,” Warren said, his Spanish accent making you whine.
“Don’t talk to me in that voice Warren, fuck,” you said, somehow becoming even more turned on.
Warren smirked, dipping his head backdown, his tongue continuing its assault on your clit. Your fingers gripped at the bed sheet, knuckles turning white, legs clamping around his head.
You rolled your hips in time with his tongue again and this time he let you, your moans were getting whiner and whiner by the second. “Fuck, i’m so close,” you whimpered, back arching off the bed, hands on either side of Warren’s head. His eyes were glued to you. He hummed into your heat and the vibration pushed you over the edge.
A moan tore from your throat, so loud you were positive everyone in the house would of heard it, but you didn’t care. Your hips were stuttering, eyes rolling into the back of your head, your whole body shaking from your orgasm.
Warren pulled away from you and you panted hard, your arm resting over your forehead. You began to adjust your skirt, but he stopped you and when you opened your eyes you saw that Warren had slipped his pants off. Your eyes widened at the sight of his hard on.
“You didn’t really think this was over did you?” Warren teased. “This is over when I say it’s over, bebita.”
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i know our mornings (were as good as it ever could be)
synopsis: eddie thinks he's doing a pretty good job at hiding his relationship with the youngest dunne sister. until he isn't.
warnings: smut, dirty talk, usage of alcohol & drugs, billy dunne
a/n: thank you so much for the love on the previous eddie post! this is shit but it's eddie smut and that's all that matters
♡
It all happens so fast you think you’ve imagined it - one minute you’re snorting your (fourth, maybe fifth) line of coke and reaching for another glass of beer, and the next you’re being pulled by your belt loops until you can breathe in the fresh evening air through your slightly powdery nostrils. You’re still looking down at your feet, hands outstretched and trying to regain your balance, which is a surprisingly hard thing to do using a coked-up brain, when the mystery assailant, probably Billy, starts speaking. You sigh and brace yourself for yet another lecture.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Welp, that’s definitely not Billy. You don’t know if you should be happy about it or not.
You look up and meet Eddie’s eyes, his eyebrows so furrowed that the annoyed wrinkle between them is especially pronounced - you want to reach out and smooth it out with your fingers, you want to tell him that as hot as he looks when he’s pissed off, he shouldn’t be getting wrinkles this early on. You don’t do any of that.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” You respond instead, putting a hand on your hip with such force that you make yourself stumble a little bit. In the blink of an eye, Eddie is holding you by the waist, concerned, and you pray to every single entity out there to just make the goddamn sequin dress separating your bodies disappear into thin air, simply to feel his large hands against your skin. “I’m having fun.”
Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh and tilts your head upward, cleaning up the cocaine residue around your nose. A part of you finds it weirdly cute.
“Too much fun.” He tells you and you shake your head.
“I’ve seen you do, like, six lines one after another. You can’t just lecture me when you do the exact same thi-”
“That’s because I’m used to it, I can handle it.” Eddie interrupts, grabbing you by the chin gently. He’s looking at you right in the eyes, wanting to drive his point home, but all you can focus on is his lips. “You could barely handle a shot of whiskey before and now you’re drinking and doing lines like you’ve done it all your life.”
You roll your eyes, although you understand what he’s trying to say.
“Eds, just leave me alone. I’m not going to die or somethin’. I’m just having fun.” You defend yourself, but the hiccups in-between your words do absolutely nothing to convince the man in front of you.
In fact, something flashes in his eyes. It’s a look you see rarely, but one you recognize as the look he gets when he sets his mind to something. You don’t get to dwell too much on it, because he’s crouching and picking you up, and before you know it, you’re thrown over his shoulder with such ease it makes something at the bottom of your stomach flutter.
“Eddie, put me down, now! What are you doing!?” You protest and hit his back with your fists as hard as you can, waving your legs in the air. He doesn’t even flinch and instead places a hand on your calf and squeezes, a gesture you can only interpret as “calm the fuck down” - and something in you listens, despite the drugs and liquors in your system screaming at you to keep acting bratty.
You vaguely recognize Warren’s wolf-whistling at the pair of you, but you don’t pay him any attention - by the time he’s asked for your room key at the reception desk in that deep voice that drives you crazy and you’re in the luxurious elevator, you’re already half-asleep but still have enough leftover energy to complain.
"Can you put me down now? You’ve proved your point.”
In response, Eddie’s hand moves higher up your leg, slipping underneath your dress. You can feel yourself blushing as he starts drawing circles on your inner thigh.
“Hm, I really don’t think I have, sweetheart.” He tells you and you want to strangle him for knowing exactly what buttons to push to make you speechless.
The rest of the elevator ride is spent in torturous silence, as he absentmindedly drags his fingers across your skin and you stubbornly hold in your whimpers and gasps, because you’d rather die on the spot than have him know how sensitive his touch makes you.
Only he can make me feel like this, you think to yourself in a striking moment of clarity.
After what feels like an eternity, you finally arrive at your floor. Eddie confidently walks towards your room and opens it - as soon as the door closes, he strides over to the bed and gently drops you onto it. You’re looking at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time, as he removes your heels. When he stands up and kisses your forehead, ready to leave so you could get some sleep, you grab him by the collar.
Sleep is the last thing on your mind right now.
You kiss him hard, and he responds immediately - you feel his heart thumping when your chests press against each other, and you’re pretty sure he can feel yours too. He moans into your mouth when you tug on his hair and you feel like you’re on the brink of getting what you want - except, he pulls away from you. You look at him, confused, and when you reach out to try and bring his face towards you, he grabs your wrists in one hand.
“You’re drunk, sweetheart. We can’t.” He explains and you want to cry. Why did he have to be so thoughtful?
“But I want you.” You try and he just smiles at you, wide and toothy, as he stands up. You catch his hand. “Can you…can you at least sleep next to me? We don’t have to do anything, I just..."
He turns to look at you and you see surprise painted across his features. You open your mouth to take it back, tell him you don’t know what you’re talking about, play it off as the drugs talking, but he’s already dropping his jacket on the ground and getting into bed with you before you get the chance to say anything.
He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you gladly take the invitation.
"You're cold." You tell him when you lay your head on his chest and feel him wrapping his arms around you. He smells like cigarettes and citrus. It’s your favorite smell in the world.
“You’re hot.” He responds, grinning as he kisses the top of your head, and you giggle.
It’s the last thing you remember before you fall asleep.
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You wake up horny. Not unusual by any means, considering you fell asleep horny and next to Eddie. Still, you know you can't ignore it for long.
As your eyes adjust to the sunlight pouring in through the windows, you feel Eddie, still asleep, wrapping a long arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest. His gentle hums do nothing except fuel the growing need in you to have him. You decide to do just that.
Careful not to wake him, you slowly move down his body and when you reach the part you're craving the most, you greedily undo his belt like you're opening a Christmas present. You pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time, impatient, and immediately get to work.
You run your tongue from the tip to the base, savoring the shiver you receive in response. You do that a couple of times but as soon as you take him in your mouth, Eddie gasps and you know you've woken him up, because you feel a hand in your hair.
"Shit, baby, good mornin' to you too." He laughs and the rasp in his voice makes you throb.
You take him in deeper, tracing the vein in his shaft with your tongue and Eddie practically howls. Biting his lip, he buries his other hand in your hair too as the sounds of your gagging and his moaning overlap.
"I love this fucking mouth on my cock." He breathes out. "God, I can't get enough of you. Come 'ere."
You shake your head as you press open-mouthed kisses down the shaft.
"No, I want you to cum in my mouth." You declare stubbornly and he swears out loud at your words.
"I'll cum in that pretty little mouth as much as you want me to, but I need to be inside of you right now, baby, please." He almost begs and you look at him beneath your eyelashes.
He's panting heavily, his bottom lip slightly bloody because he bit it too hard, brown eyes glazed over and hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head like a halo. He looks like a mess and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.
Well, how can you say no to that?
You crawl towards him and he grabs the dress you've slept in from yesterday and pushes it up your body, hastily trying to remove it. You help him and soon, the dress is a mere clothing item on the floor. Left in only your underwear, he licks his lips as his eyes look you over. If it was anyone else, you would have felt like a piece of meat being ogled at, but his look only turns you on even more.
You tug on his shirt, wanting it off, and he complies immediately.
As you climb into his lap and undo your bra, Eddie watches, mesmerized, when you start grinding on his cock like a woman starved, your tits bouncing along with every movement. In an attempt to tease him, you reach out to play with your nipples, but he smacks your hands away, shoves his face in your chest and starts worshiping your tits with such vigor you think you can cum from this alone.
"Eddie! Oh!" You mewl and he groans in response, tugging your underwear down your thighs. He rubs a finger against your folds and your head gently knocks against his when his finger glides right inside of you.
"So fuckin' warm and tight and all for me. Only for me." Eddie whispers, kissing your neck. You nod, burying your fingers in his tangled hair.
"Only for you. Always for you." You whisper in his ear and he exhales sharply, relieved, like he's being told something he never once thought would be true.
You don't even notice when one finger has become two, and two has become three in your haze of pleasure until Eddie pushes you down onto the bed, looking at you like you've hung the moon and stars. You smile at him and pull his face down to kiss him, and you can feel him chuckling against your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you melt in his embrace. In response, Eddie grabs your hips, something you've noticed he really likes doing, and carefully enters you. You open your mouth in a silent scream, and he groans loudly, squeezing you so hard you're sure he'll give you yet another pair of bruises. You don't mind though, not at all.
"You okay, sweetheart?"
"Very much am, Roundtree."
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"What did you just say?"
Warren laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
"Look man, I don't fuckin' know, all I'm saying is that I saw them leaving together."
It's quiet in the breakfast hall as Billy ponders on what to do.
"I get that she's our little sister, but she's grown up now. Even if she is, y'know, sleeping with him, why should that matter? I mean, it's Eddie, do you really think he'd do anything to hurt her?" Graham argues, gesturing with the utensils in his hands as he speaks.
Daisy and Karen nod in agreement.
"He's got a point, you know. I really don't think it's that big of a deal. They've got the hots for each other for a while now, too, it's only natural." Karen adds and Billy's mouth turns into a tight line as he death glares the uneaten toast on his plate.
"Good morning everyone!" Eddie greets his band members when you and him enter, suspiciously cheerful. Billy's glare only becomes more hateful.
"Morning." He greets with gritted teeth, carefully observing the way Eddie gallantly pulls out your chair first, before sitting on his own. Everyone else around him also seems to notice, if Daisy and Karen's quiet giggles and Warren and Graham clearing their throats were any indication.
"Aren't you going to get breakfast?" Graham questions and you smile innocently back at him.
"Nope, I've already eaten." You respond and Eddie adds a "I'm very full, actually."
Awkward silence descends on the table for a moment before Roy arrives as well.
"Hey, Roundtree." He starts, an accusatory finger pointed at the bassist's neck. "What kind of vampire were you fooling around with? Jesus Christ, son, look at the size of that thing."
A beat passes as Graham chokes on his water.
"Roundtree, you fucking son of a bitch, I'll kill you."
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BILLY DUNNE: The prick was fucking my sister behind my back. Of course I decked him.
KAREN SIRKO: And people call women the emotional ones.
WARREN ROJAS: Dude, I thought I was hallucinating, for real.
DAISY JONES: So overdramatic.
GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs]
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Worth it. [smiles]
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he is currently the man I want in my life, he has so many talents and it makes him attractive (also and especially these gorgeous tattoos)🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
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ruby – eddie roundtree
part one (part two, part three, part four)
pairing: eddie rountree x fem!oc (may change to x reader)
warnings: drinking/drugs (billy/daisy's addictions)
word count: 1.6k
author's note: please bear with me in this, if there's a few time mix ups just with the order of things, please do let me know but i'm trying to find an equal balance between the book and show and it's a little difficult lol
On October 4, 1977, Daisy Jones & The Six performed to a sold out crowd at Soldier Field in Chicago, Illinois. They were one of the biggest bands in the world at the time, fresh off their award-winning, multi-platinum selling album “Aurora.” It would be their final performance.
In the 20 years since, members of the band and their inner circle have refused to speak on the record about what happened… Until now.
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THE RISE OF THE SIX (1966-1972)
The Six started out as a blues-rock band called the Dunne Brothers in the mid-sixties out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Billy and Graham Dunne were raised by single mother, Marlene Dunne, after their father, William Dunne Sr., left in 1954.
BILLY DUNNE (lead singer, The Six): I always dreamed of something different than the typical laid out career paths. When Graham first got the idea to start a band, I assumed it was just to win back his girlfriend. He was, what fourteen? The kid thought his life was over. [Laughs] I guess in retrospect, maybe it was a good idea.
WARREN ROJAS (drummer, The Six): He was definitely trying to get his girlfriend back.
GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar, The Six): We were solid, fine for a while. When Chuck quit, we were out a bassist, which isn’t really something you can do without in a band. Billy originally wanted Eddie to switch to bass, but he wasn’t too keen on that.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE (rhythmic guitar, The Six): I was so sick of Billy trying to run the band, it wasn’t his band, or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be.
WARREN ROJAS: There was this girl in my math class, her uncle owned a music store downtown, and she used to give lessons to kids on weekends, it was mostly just some scheme by her uncle to get people to buy guitars.
BILLY DUNNE: She was a sophomore, a young sophomore at that, she wasn’t even 16 by the time she joined, I was a year out of high school and the rest of the boys are creeping on 17 and 18, she just didn’t fit. Warren gets all the boys on board before bringing the idea up to me so I look like the asshole if I say no, I wanted to say no too, but she was good and I didn’t have another option.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She didn’t even show an interest in being in the band, she wasn’t begging us to give her a chance, we were near-stalking her at the music store, waiting for the perfect opportunity to hear her play and casually bring up that we happened to need a bassist.
JULIET OPAL (bassist/singer, The Six): They weren’t nearly as sly as they thought they were. I originally thought it was some attempt at stealing records or 8-tracks, y’know waiting until I wasn’t looking, but they kept coming back, seemingly just waiting for me to do something, what it was I didn’t know, but something.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [Sighs] They decided I would be the one to talk to her.
The shop’s bell rang, signaling the door had been opened, which swung Juliet’s attention away from the magazine she was skimming and up to the front of the store, peering through the aisles to see who entered. A boy, one she recognized from the creeping on her from the previous weeks, made himself visible and she was immediately on high alert. He approached the counter, swallowing nerves as he did, and cleared his throat.
“Hi,” his voice was hoarse, she took the awkward silence as a moment to study him, he wore a striped shirt, loose jeans, and brown shoes, his hair could use a comb through. He extended his hand, “I’m Eddie, I think we go to school together.”
“Juliet,” she met his hand, “is that why you’re here, to tell me that we might go to school together? Or is there an ulterior motive, one that may explain why you and your friends have been spying on me the past week,” any speck of confidence Eddie had going into this was entirely gone.
“I’m in a band with some friends and our bassist bailed on us pretty recently. My friend, Warren, he’s a junior like me, I think he’s in your math class, said he saw you play bass and that you were good. We just wanted to see you play before we formally asked.”
“Formally asked what?” She leaned up from her elbows that she had been propped on.
“Oh, to, uh, like,” he stopped himself, licking his lips and sighing, “would you want to maybe play bass for us?” His eyes instantly went to his shoes and he stuffed his hands inside his pockets.
“Can I have a little more info maybe? It’s not personal, I just don’t know you, like at all and you could be the worst players for all I know.”
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: That one hurt, something about a younger kid who you have a solid five inches on insinuating that she’s better than you are, especially when you’re practically on your knees begging for her to help you out can feel like salt being rubbed into a fresh wound.
JULIET OPAL: What else was I supposed to do? [Laughs] Just blindly follow the older boy who had been spying on me for a week to the alleged garage that he practices in with his alleged band and hope for the best? I paid attention in the stranger-danger assemblies, I knew better.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I invited her back to Billy and Graham’s but she said she had to close up for her uncle. Once we were out in L.A. she told me she actually just didn’t wanna leave with me and in hindsight, I can’t say I blame her.
The following morning Juliet and the Dunne Brothers skipped their first period and met in the Dunne’s garage. Juliet studied the wads of scribbled sheet music Billy had handed to her without looking her in the eye and she didn’t miss the way Eddie rolled his eyes at his hostility, and Eddie didn’t miss the way her upper lip curled into a smile as she saw his reaction.
After rifling through the stack of papers, she picked out one at random, and set it down on the table in front of her, leaning over to scan in a few times before pulling the strap of her guitar over her head. She looked over to the group of boys, standing huddled together with Billy noticeably further away and Warren nodded fervently at her with a grin overtaking her face.
After she played through the song, Billy made her play another, and another, and two more after that ‘for safety.’ Once he had run out of excuses for her to keep playing, he asked her to step out of the garage so they could confer with each other. After seven minutes and two overheard “c’mon man”s from Warren, Juliet was invited back into the garage and to serve as a temporary bass for the band, just until Billy could come to his final decision.
JULIET OPAL: He was stubborn even then, I’m honestly surprised he let me in.
BILLY DUNNE: I didn’t want to let her in the band.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I wanted her in the band, I made sure Billy knew that.
JULIET OPAL: A week after I joined, we were playing a gig with the Winters.
The group stood backstage, listening to the music that was permeating into every corner of the room. Juliet stood sandwiched between Warren and Camila, listening to the band. They had a keyboardist, she caught Juliet’s eye once they had got backstage, when they finished playing and she got offstage, Juliet made a beeline for her, introducing herself.
“I’m Karen,” she introduced herself, “you play with these guys?”
“Mhm, I’m on bass right now, but in an ideal world I’d steal Eddie over there’s job,” she pointed to him and he smiled back, nodding his head up at her, unknowingly, “I won’t though, kinda like him, at least more than I do Billy,” Karen nodded, opening her mouth to excuse herself from the conversation, “y’know I’ve been saying we need a keyboardist.”
“Have you now?” That piqued her interest she stopped in her tracks and smirked over her shoulder.
“No,” she admitted, “but I’ve been thinking it.” Billy hollered her name, gesturing her over to the group, who were making their way onstage. She pulled a receipt with a phone number scribbled across it in black ink and handed it to Karen, “If you ever get sick of them, give me a call, I’ll put in a good word for you.”
“Do you always carry around drug store receipts with your phone number on them?”
“You never know who you might meet,” she shrugged and started sprinting towards the stage before calling out over her shoulder, “worked out this time. Wish me luck!”
KAREN SIRKO (keyboardist, The Six): She was so.. vivacious, so full of life. She apoke about a million miles a minute, if I wasn’t fully interested in what she was saying, I don’t think I would’ve caught a word of it. You have this young girl talking your ear off, she seems entirely sure of herself, but also still feels a need to prove to you that she deserves to be there.
JULIET OPAL: I liked Karen, how could I not? And based on the way events would play out, clearly I wasn’t the only one.
WARREN ROJAS: It was a great gig, Julie did great, not that we weren’t expecting her to, we were just worried about her, she had never done anything in front of a crowd before, but she did everything that actually counted right.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: On the drive home she sat next to me and she told me I played well, then she leaned in and kinda whispered and she thanked me. She thanked me for being the one to ask her to join because she would’ve said no to anyone else. [Smiles]
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more eddie smut pls and make it spicy. do wtv you want go wild idc 😩🤭
u guys, bear with me, this is me trying something new. hope u enjoy!!!!!
Warnings: ....smut
NSFW alphabet
A- aftercare (what they're like after sex) :
•You guys... this man is the sleepiest after sex.
•He gets clingy, cuddly and all in between.
•If things weren't too messy, he'll just pull you into his embrace and you both will fall asleep to each other's heart beat.
•Now if it was intense... he'll make sure you're okay. Run you a bath, get food and water for you, help you clean yourself up. A gentleman.
B- body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):
•He loves you whole tbh
•BUT if he had to pick one thing it would be your thighs.
•why, you wonder? they're just multifunctional. he loves biting them, he loves kissing them, he loves laying on them, he loves seeing them wrapped around his head.
•The man can't get enough.
•Now, his favorite body part would have to be his arms
•He doesn't really know why, but you seem to love them so he does, too.
C- cum (anything to do with cum, basically....cause we nasty):
•He's a responsible man
•That being said, he'd probably pull out most of the times.
•He LOVES, and i mean *goes absolutely feral* type of love, seeing his cum all over your stomach.
D- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
•This man LOVES the risk and thrill
•...That being said, he would love to fuck you publicly, just so everyone could see who you belonged to.
•He is a tad possessive and jealous, what can I say?
•BUT, considering the above he also would never like anyone to see his girl like that, that state of yours is reserved for himself only.
E- experience (how experienced are they? do they now what they're doing?)
•This is a rockstar we're talking about...c'mon
•He has had his one night stands with several groupies, obviously.
•But it is different with you.
•Groupies were just sex, you aren't just sex. He loves you and he intends on demonstrating it in every way.
•So he does know his way around sex, but he is still learning how to put love into it. And you're more than happy to help.
F- favorite position (this goes without saying):
•He needs to see your face, 100%.
•Kinda basic, but missionary. Again, he loves seeing your face react to his dick reaching far inside you.
•Also, I feel he'd love fucking you in front of a mirror, because he is a little ass that would love for you to watch how your body reacts to him.
G- goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or more humorous?):
•I don't see him as the type to laugh or crack jokes in the middle of sex.
•He is pretty focused on you all the time, so anything funny or embarrassing that might happen will totally be drowned by his intoxication purely on the moment.
•He does enjoy teasing you, tho. I feel he'd laugh out of amusement to you, only.
•Not in a making fun of you manner, ofc. But in a cocky manner, because he is a cocky person, let's accept it.
H- hair (how well groomed are they?):
•He has always trimmed it, and he always will.
•It bothers him, and he's sure it makes your experience a hundred time better as it is, so he never let's it get too long.
I- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspects...):
•Like I mentioned before, he loves to show his love for you through everything. Including sex.
•It doesn't matter how or where it is, he likes to make sure you feel good and loved.
J- jack off (masturbation headcanon):
•He doesn't feels like he needs it. He used to do it more often before you guys got together, but now you are more than enough.
•He might do it once in a while if you two are apart.
•OR sometimes you will be living life around the house and he'll just get horny out of nowhere because he loves you that much, and then he'll be embarrassed to admit it or just knows that you're not in the mood, so he'll sort himself out.
K- kink (one or more of their kinks):
•He absolutely adores and need praising in your sex life. Both giving and receiving.
•Again, he loves teasing the shit out of you, specially when you're having a shy day.
•Leaves marks all over your body just so everyone knows who you belong to.
•AND (he's yet to bring this one up) but he would love to see you tied to his bed. He is scared he'll freak you out, so he just keeps this one to himself.
L- location (favorite places to do it):
•The bed, cause he's s basic king.
•But he's up to fucking you anywhere, tbh
•The bus tour, backstage, against a random wall, the studio, a random party's bathroom, etc.
M- motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
•Again, you could be doing literally anything around anywhere and he will get horny all of the sudden.
•You are just to perfect for him not to.
•He does love to see you cheer for him like a fan during the shows. He is kinda narcissistic and loves to see you scream his name alongside the fangirls in the crowd.
•He also gets turned on whenever you show him how bad you want him. When you get needy and whiny for his attention, that just does it for him.
N- NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs):
•Sharing. He would never. He is only yours and you are only his, and sharing your or his body wouldn't feel right.
•Hurting you. Even tho he can get a little kinky and aggressive when pushed enough, he will stop everything if your face or body show any signs of discomfort. Doesn't matter if you reassure you're fine, he isn't having it. It just doesn't work for him, and it is not something he would ever feel comfortable doing.
O- oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
•Honestly? No preference.
•He loves to see you in front of him, on your needs, ready to take him in. The way your moans come out muffled because his cock is stuffing your mouth, or how you are so eager to satisfy him.
•But, he also loves to feels your thighs squeezing against his head out of pure pleasure. His name falling from your lips and your hand grabbing his hair only to push him deeper inside you.
P- pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?):
•Really depends on the mood.
•If tou two have been teasing each other all night, he'll make sure to satisfy quickly and several times. Doesn't even let you have a rest before he's attacking your sore pussy again and again.
•Now, if he's been missing you or just wants to feel you, he will take his time. He makes sure you feel loved and satisfied, caring for every inch of your body.
Q- quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than sex, how often, etc.):
•Lowkey loves them.
•He knows neither of you have a lot of proper time very often, so he'll take any opportunity with you.
R- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
•He's willing to try out anything you want.
•Unless it involves anything painful for any of you two, because he doesn't feel okay with that.
S- stamina (how many round can they go for, how long do they last):
•He either goes many rounds, short duration;
•or two looooooong rounds.
•Depends on the mood.
T- toy (do they own any? do they use them?):
•(Did they even had toys back then? idk)
•Anyways, he doesn't own any, he doesn't use any. It's probably something he wouldn't think of using, ever.
•He just feels better when it's him that makes you cum over and over again.
U- unfair (how much do they like to tease):
•He ADORES good teasing sex.
•Lives to see you underneath him, all flustered and begging for him to give you something, anything.
•Knows exactly what and how to tease you, he has mastered this art.
V- volume (how loud are they? what sounds they make?):
•The man is moaning and grunting like his life depended on it.
•He is not afraid of being loud. Like, at all.
W- wild card (random headcanon for the character):
•He loves seeing you undress for him. Don't get me wrong, he likes taking your clothes off your body...
•but there is just something about you stripping naked in front of him, about not having to do anything but watch you.
X- x-ray (let's see what's going on inside those pants, pictures or words):
•Thicker than he is longer, good 7 inches.
Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
•He is ALWAYS down to fuck. Or make love, whatever you want.
•It is always somewhere in his mind, the man is obsessed with you and every inch of your body.
Z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
•Doesn't take long at all. He can be gone after 10 minutes, easily.
•Still, he waits for you to he asleep first, only wanting you to be comfortable and resting before he sleeps himself.
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Inspired by @mystargirl-interlude ‘s post about Billy writing a song w/ readers moans in the backround.
How Teddy + the band would react to Billy playing the song for them
Karen - Karen would immediately be doubting the fact that you allowed Billy to play it for the band and just sit there, looking around the studio as the song just keeps going. She’d be counting the minutes until it was over, and she’d be the first to say no to it.
Warren - I feel like Warren would definitely enjoy the song and think it sounds good, probably not even realizing that it’s you in the background of the song. He would be vibing with it, nodding his head to the beat and playing imaginary drums until he noticed that the rest of the band is sitting idly.
Graham - Graham would be shocked that Billy was playing this in front of the band, especially considering how possessive his brother is over you. His face would be red and he’d be staring at the ground, trying to ignore the fact that your moans are being blasted in the studio. He’d try to distract himself by bouncing his leg but Billy is just proudly playing the song for all to hear.
Eddie - Eddie would be rolling his eyes the minute Billy announced that he had a new song. Once he heard the song start he’d definitely look around the room to make sure everyone was hearing what he was hearing and that he wasn’t just hallucinating the fact that Billy was playing a recording of you and him hooking up on the background of the song.
Teddy - Billy would be in the middle of playing it for Teddy in the studio and Teddy would pause it after like the second time your moans play and just look to Billy as if it were the most obvious thing and say, “This is not going on the album.” And Billy would be so confused and be like, “What happened to wanting sex and Rock N’ Roll?” And Teddy would just be like, “If I wanted to hear all of that I would’ve watched a porno. I asked for a song, not a sextape,” and Billy still wouldn’t understand what was so bad about it.
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Graham Dunne (nfsw alphabet.)
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A/N: bear with me this Is my first time writing something smut related so sorry If it's bad.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Aftercare king. He will immediately gives you cuddles and kisses and then runs you a hot bath. I love him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite part of his body is his arms and fingers because of how proud he is with his guitar playing skills and his skills with you (wink, wink.)
His fav of your body is your eyes, he just loves to stare into them for hours on end. Or your boobs to be honest he's a boob guy.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Gonna be honest he has a breeding a kink, so he loves to cum inside you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Luke I said this man has a breeding kink, I mean he is a family man soooo. But, otherwise I feel like he is kinda ashamed or embarrassed about a lot of things when it comes to sex because I feel like he really doesn't like to talk about with other people that aren't you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I feel like my man was a virgin before the band started but as the six got more and more famous he definitely got more and more experienced.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. Enough said.
I just feel like he loves to see your eyes and your facial expressions.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he's pretty serious but he can be Goofy, because if something awkward or cute happens Graham will flash a smile and laugh.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Lets just say the carpet does match the drapes, but i feel like he doesn't let it get our of hand like he trims and stuff.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very intimate likeeeeee…. Duhhh have you seen this man has is very rom-com Rose pedals in bed esc.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon).
He doesn't do it that much because he has you but when he's on tour or just misses you he does it, and imagine phone sex 🤭
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I've said this like 3 times already but breeding kink! Hehe. And I feel like he has a thing for sneaking around.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Either your guys house or like when you guys are in public you'll find a closet or something like I feel like he loves fucking in the closet at the recording studio.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
This mother fucker like a God damn horny teenager so basically anything.
When you say something sexually, when you lip your lips a certain way, when you keep eye contact, and especially when your cleavage is showing. Like I said mans a boob guy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No pain kink. He would not want to hurt you and even If you said it didn't hurt you he still wouldn't be up for it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving.
But when he does do it he eats you out like a starved fucking man, he loves the sounds you make and how your thighs shake from underneath him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on the mood you or him your on but usually slow and sensual.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Man's loves quickies.
Before practice, after practice, before you have to go to work, in the morning, before yall go to bed, ect.
My man's lives for them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Yes. Most of the time atleast.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Like I said: horny mother fucker. So, mostly average Stamina, but when he really needs you he could be lasting a while.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't have any himself but If you do and use them around him he will be jealous of an inanimate object.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He does like to tease. Enough said.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is average-loud but he tries to cover it up. you're gonna have to get it out of him and believe me it's not gonna take much.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He's a switch.
(I wanna dom this man.)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Average. (Like 6-8 inches.)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
HIGHHH.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I feel like he does most of the time but not after taking care of you.
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munch (warren rojas x reader)
1.7k words
fem!afab!reader
warnings: smut, oral(f receiving)
an: send requests. i wrote this at work. idk
Warren watches from across the room where you're sitting at your desk, talking animatedly to Eddie.
God, it feels like he could kill him.
He doesn't usually feel that way about Eddie, he doesn't even usually feel that way when Eddie talks to a girl that he himself is into. He doesn't usually care, but with you it feels different.
Eddie laughs at what you're saying when the phone starts to ring. You immediately pick it up and he smile at him, raising your finger signal that you need a minute. He walks away, grinning, over to where Warren is standing.
"Now that's a chick, man," Eddie claps Warren's back, playfully and Warren stares at his friend.
You're not listening to either of them, sitting across the room on the phone, twirling the cord around your finger as you roll your eyes and try not to just hang up.
Warren can't even put into words how beautiful you look.
Your short, flowy, red dress, hugging your hips just right. Your legs crossed in front of you, spinning slightly on the chair from side to side.
"Yep," he hears you say, finally, "Of course, sir."
You hang up the phone finally. Warren immediately gulps and walks over to you before Eddie can even get the chance.
"Hey, princessa," he says, giving you a wide smile.
"Warren!" You're exited to see him.
Graham walks up from behind him, placing a hand on his back heartily.
"Graham, hi!"
Warren has to hold himself back from huffing out loud. How hard is it to talk to you alone?
"Why aren't you guys in the studio?" You look up into Warren's eyes gently.
"New meet," Eddie says, quickly.
"The girl who came through earlier? Red hair?" You ask.
"That's her. The one with the legs," Eddie shakes Warren playfully and Warren rolls his eyes.
"She's pretty," you hum. You notice both Graham and Eddie's teasing towards Warren. That must mean something. He probably likes her, or at least expressed interest in her. "Is there some reason you can't be in the same room as her?"
"Karen kicked us out," Graham explains.
"Serves Karen right," you stand up to move some papers on your desk to the filing cabinet in the closet. "You guys are intimidating!" You giggle.
"Aw, Y/N, there's no way," Eddie grins. "You're not intimidated by me, right?"
"Especially by you," you flirt back with him.
At this moment, Warren can barely control the jealousy he feels towards Eddie. What does Eddie have? Warren is blinded by jealousy that he can't see that way that you look at him everyday. The way you stare when he's not looking. The way you talk about him to Karen, and the way Karen just laughs at you and tells you to do something about it. He doesn't see what's right in front of him.
He's not typically a jealous man, but with you. He wants you all to himself.
"Y/N!" Warren almost shouts and you're slightly startled. Eddie and Graham look at him, confused. You stare at him and he immediately starts talking again. "Do you need help with that?" He asks.
You giggle. "With the sheet music? I think I can manage."
He takes some of the paper from your hands.
"Let me help," he insists.
"Okay," you look at Graham and he just shrugs, carelessly, not wanting to get into what could possibly be going through Warren's mind. Eddie stares at Warren, one eyebrow raised in confusion and Warren shakes his head slightly at him before turning around and heading towards the filing closet.
You reach the closet door and open it with your free hand, Warren following closely behind you.
"Thank you for helping me," you smile softly at Warren and he gulps.
"Anytime, mama," he flirts with you and the blush in your cheeks feels warm.
He reaches out to brush a bit of hair that fell onto your forehead out of the way and you stare at him. Your eyes wide, your legs shaky.
"Warren..." you linger and he smiles at you.
"You look so fuckin' good," he brushes your hair back to whisper in your ear and you giggle.
You spend the next few seconds looking at him and taking a deep breath.
"I can't stand seeing you talk to those guys," he says finally.
"Who? Your band?" Your mouth is agape. You had no idea that he felt like this.
It's ridiculous, because all he has ever had to do to have you is ask. You would have been his in an instant, had he ever said anything to you. You weren't one to do the asking, but you thought you had made it obvious how much you wanted him.
He nods, serious.
"Especially, Eddie," he says.
You smile, mischievously.
"You don't like when I talk to Eddie?" you feign innocence.
He takes a deep breath before closing the door to the closet. The lights are off. All you can see is his silhouette from the light coming through the bottom of the door.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks.
You immediately grab his shirt and pull his mouth towards yours. Your mouth leads, and his hands finds your waist. He holds on tight, as if he's never going to let you go.
When you finally pull away you take a deep breathe before saying, "You're such a dick." He puts his hands up in defense as you drop his shirt that was balled up in your fist. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" You don't realize how loudly you're speaking until you hear Graham and Karen chuckling on the other side of the wall.
"I thought you knew," Warren says.
You can barely see his eyes, but you can tell by his tone that he's telling the truth.
"How would I have known?" you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
He doesn't answer.
"Why did you wait so long to tell me?" You turn to look at him.
"I would have told you the second you told me and you know it, Rojas," you lift your hands to chest and he grabs your wrists in both arms.
You melt into his kiss again, wanting desperately to not let him go. Not right now, anyway.
He pulls away and says, "I can't fucking get enough of you."
You both slowly move, you backwards and he forwards until you're pinned against the wall. The darkness is comfortable and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and letting your tongue explore his mouth. He tastes that peppermint. Like warmth and comfort. Like a spring day, the wind blowing through your hair like the movies. He feels like a movie.
Slowly, you notice his lips moving from your mouth to your jawbone, he sucks and kisses at your jaw while moving his hands downwards. His hands are rough, you can tell they're calloused. Probably from playing the drums, you think.
It's at this moment that you begin to notice how strong he is. How his muscles hoist you up slightly when he pulls your panties down your legs. Your skirt is short, making you exposed but you don't care, and don't feel cold. You run your hands up and down his arms that are holding your ass in his hands.
He squeezes, gently, pawing at the skin of your bum as you lay your head in his chest.
You'd imagined this moment so many times and it's so much better than you ever could have dreamed.
He starts to bend down, and you keep your hands on his arms until he's on his knees. He holds his hand in yours and hoists your dress up with his other.
With your panties long forgotten, he's completely free to dig in. You feel his nose high on your wet pussy and almost immediately the contact satisfies you. The gentle tickle of his mustache runs up and down your center as he licks up the wetness that you've been hiding between your squeezed shut thighs.
"So fucking wet for me," he moans into you. "Could Eddie make you feel like this?" He asks.
You don't know if he's looking for an answer, but when he starts sucking on your clit harshly, you think that maybe he is.
"No," you whimper out, softly.
"No, what? Silly girl," he stops his tongue from swirling around your clit.
"No, he couldn't," you have to keep yourself from moaning.
"Who can?"
"You, Warren. You can," you breathing is heavy as he digs back in.
He switches between going fast and slow. Squeezing your hand when you squeeze his. Your alternate hand is in his dark, curly hair. Pulling and tugging when you feel like you can't hold still anymore. Your legs tremble as he sucks and licks at your core. You're only getting wetter. You doubt he's even using his own saliva to wet you anymore.
You instinctively arch your back slightly, making Warren's tongue dig deeply into your pussy. You feel his nose on the lower part of your clit and the pressure almost coats your body in pleasure.
You move your hips back and forth, gently riding his face and nose while he continues to fuck you with his tongue.
He notices when you stop moving so frequently and begin whining that you're squeezing his hand harder than you have been before.
"Cum for me, princessa," he moans into your pussy and with a few more shaky movements from you and his tongue masterfully swirling and pushing on your clit harshly, you're washed in a sense of peace, but mostly desire.
He stands up, never letting go of your hand. You catch your breath softly and grab him by his shirt one more.
"Never wait that long again," you kiss him intensely. You can taste yourself on him and feel him grin under your lips.
"Never again." He promises.
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬
a/n: i died but im back for u hangry warren sluts<3333. following after the events of Part 2. ALSO changed the last name to Augustine bc i love the last name :3
timeline: ep. 3
-> Part 1
-> Part 2
This chapter: Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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warnings: cursing, drinking, hangovers, angsty y/n again, not proofread at all. it’s way too long than the other ones whoopsies.
summary: a slow morning at y/n’s condo starts with warren, who makes it his mission to get to know the girl better, before pulling a “mastermind” of his own as well.
i never realized this but y/n in the first part was literally being a mastermind by taylor swift. AND WE STAN🤞🤞
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Warren didn’t wake up to the sound of Graham’s and Eddie’s loud chatter, the loud clinking of pans as Karen prepares for breakfast, or Julia’s shrieking cries that rattled the whole house awake, but it was the waves gently crashing in the distance.
Outside, through the light blue, almost translucent, curtains of the clear sliding door, he could see the sun about to rise in the most beautiful state ever. A mixture of the shades purple, orange, and pink, and it was perfect.
It sounds like it doesn’t make any sense at all, and if someone were to ever tell him that the sky could be this pretty, he wouldn’t have believed them. He would’ve waved it off as the coke talking.
But seeing it now, just having woken from the best sleep he’s had in a while, it was real and true. It impressed him. So much so that it drove him to get up from the couch he was sleeping at to take a closer look, as if he was a child waking up early to find his backyard snowing.
He swept off the curtain for a clearer look.
“Holy shit,” he whispered heavily under his breath that the window had fogged up.
The sky was even better with the curtain swept off to the side. It was like he was in the middle of a painting.
It was too good to be true.
Beneath the sunrise, the waves that woke him up continued its rhythmic pattern of gentle crashes on the shore, the bubbling it leaves on the sand, and then back to the ocean to gather energy to crash again.
He could stand there and watch it for hours.
His shared house Laurel Canyon was confined, there were barely any windows, and they didn’t have the nearest access to the beach.
He managed to peel his eyes off the scenery before him to look around the condo.
Who knew a celebrity’s condo could be so comforting? It wasn’t just the outside scenery that was comforting, but strangely, it was the mess of the living room.
The loose and weirdly shaped, different colored pieces of cloth on the table in front of the couch, an even bigger mess on the tables with the sewing machines, and loose pieces of paper with sketches of colorful designs.
Stylish designs, but some of them are bolder, more uniquely colored designs, that he knows there’s more to them than meets the eye, but are all x’ed over like mistakes.
He took note that some of them were indicated to be bejeweled pieces of clothing, decorated with nothing but jewels, gems, and silver, and it completely stands out from her usual tight, petite looking designs. Some were clothing pieces that were flowy and wispy, and if one were to put their arms out at the wind, it creates that free feeling statement.
He picks up the sketches on the floor and tables, subconsciously starting a properly stacked pile of papers and placing them on the table, making sure to make a separate pile of the ones that are x’ed out.
•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•
Warren: I mean, the way she was talked about back then was unbelievable. I’m not over exaggerating when I say this, but I was probably one of the only people she had over at that condo.
She had hundreds of friends and admirers, so it kinda made me question how I was welcomed in. And knowing enough about her at the time, it wasn’t because I was a rockstar and she was a hard core fan.
*he lifts himself up from his seat* Mind if I get something real quick?
Interviewer: Sure.
*he walks out of the camera’s view and into a room in his boat. not long, he comes back with a newspaper in hand.*
Warren: This is just one of the many newspapers I saw her name in, in big, white, bold letters. *he sits back down* I never saw something from the corner of my eye and recognize it this well.
Interviewer: Why’d you keep it?
Warren: *he shrugs with a smile* It’s the little things that matter, sobrina! She still smiles seeing this every now and then.
I bought this at a local grocery store when I was walking around the town she lived at, looking for takeout to get for the two of us. After I found some, I brought four plates of the same order, two milkshakes, and headed back with this and the food.
Interviewer: Well, what made you feel the need to stay?
Warren: Who in the right mind would want to waste their time not spending it with Y/N? *he flips the newspaper’s front to face him* I took my chance, but it wasn’t what I wanted in the first place. I just thought it’d be nice to have a friend like her and get to know her better.
*he hesitates* with a siiide of benefits, because the woman was too interesting to be someone I could just wave off into the past.
But listen to this, the most dramatic title ever *he snickered* :
“ Y/N Augustine! Her rise has been as catastrophic, luminous, and stunning as a supernova itself-! ”
I’m sorry- *he snickered behind the newspaper* I can’t, man. I don’t know how I managed to go through with showing her this, knowing damn well she would’ve laughed at it too. But I know she needed to see it. Especially at that time.
Interviewer: Would you say that that morning was the beginning for you guys? Like the rest of the band said?
Warren: *he nods with a smirk* Hell yeah.
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Warren, with two bags of the four styrofoam containers of food in one hand, contained in one of the bags the horrible newspaper, while holding a cup holder with two drinks on the other, placed the drinks on the floor momentarily to open the door.
Just opening a small crack, he was immediately met with a blasting vinyl player. Bob Marley & The Wailers, he recognized, Could You Be Loved.
There was a spark of amusement that made Warren chuckle under his breath.
As soon as he made the small crack of the door, he squished through with the breakfast in his hands, pushing the door wider with his arm.
He marched over the counter by the kitchen to place the food, and when he turned around, he was met with a wildly haired, wide eyed short woman, with a baseball bat ready to swing his head out of his body.
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Y/N: I had to have a baseball bat. I bought it from a local Dick’s Sporting Goods because I couldn’t buy anything...else.
It wasn’t because I liked the sport. It was good enough because even if you didn’t know how to use it “the right way,” It would hurt the other person anyways.
I was just a woman who happened to be living alone. I needed all the protection I could get from bastards creeping into my house.
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“FUCKING BASTARD!” Y/N yelled. “WARREN WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“ME?” He yelled back. “YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING WEAPON. PUT IT DOWN BEFORE I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS."
Y/N pants as she lowers the bat slowly. “I thought you...I thought you left?...”
"Geeze, woman. Really?” He exhaled out, in pure disbelief. To think he would leave after the events of last night, with so many things to talk about, he wanted all the answers he could get.
So many things that can happen from then on.
Her in her silk sleep dress and baseball bat was not what he had in mind at all, though.
In other words, he wanted her. He wouldn’t have gotten her all of this food if he didn’t. And that says a lot.
In the distance, the reggae music continued with another one.
“Sorry,” she winced. “I thought you were an intruder.”
Warren tries to shake off his trembling subtly. “Eh, it’s all good. I went out to get food. Milkshakes, hash browns, scrambled eggs, toast.” He drummed on the plates as he tells her.
Y/N’s eyes widen, but she proceeds to march up to the counter and salivate over the delicious smell.
Not long after, she begins to dive in, seemingly forgetting about how she almost near blew Warren’s head open.
She also seemed to be completely ignoring Warren’s amused, yet admiring gaze on her.
She nods to him. “So, is this like, aftercare?” She grabs a fork in a drawer and begins picking at the scrambled eggs. “Back home they usually just leave.”
It takes Warren a few seconds to recover from the wild suggestion. “We didn’t...sleep together, Y/N.” He said carefully. “But if you really want to know what aftercare could be with me, then we should definitely do something about that.”
Y/N, already with a mouthful of eggs, tilt her head in confusion. “What is this all for, then?” She ignored the brave remark.
Warren sighs defeatedly into his shoulder. “Thought I’d be nice. Figured you’d have a hangover.”
He grabs a toast. “And I thought you said you were from here? Or was that also...”
“No, I am from here,” Y/N nods. “But after my parents’ divorce when I was 10, my dad and me and my three brothers moved to France to where our grandparents were at.” She swallows the remnants of scrambled eggs in her mouth. “I moved back here after quitting 2 years of...school-”
Warren tuts when he notices the long pause between of and school. “Tell me.”
“No.”
“Yes,” he widened his eyes at her, wagging a piece of toast in her face. “It’s the least you could do. I bought you food that could last you the whole day.”
“I never asked for this!”
“How bad of a major was it that you won’t tell me?” Warren chuckled. “What was it? Dentistry? Dance? Clinical? A foot massager?”
“A foot massager?!” She screeched.
“Holy shit! Are you serious?”
Y/N slaps his hard in his upper arm, which caused Warren to yell out. “Shit! Baby, that stung.”
“Don’t call me baby,” she gagged. “Don’t baby me!”
“But you’re so cut-Ow! Fine, geeze.” He goes to massage his arm after the second slap, now that it was sending tingling sensations, worse than the one before. “I think it’s actually making my arm paralyzed, Y/N. Great fucking job.”
“Good. I hope the paralysis reaches your brain.”
“I won’t let it,” he sighs miserably as he continues to massage his arm. “Now tell me your major, please.”
“No!” She chuckled nervously. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I won’t laugh, I promise.” He lied. Of course he’d laugh, he did just make her blush from embarrassing her.
A silent pause. “...Astrophysics.”
Warren’s hand raced to his mouth to stop himself from absolutely losing it in front of her. And she already looked embarrassed, and with the way she was clutching on to her fork looked like she want to dive it into her eye.
“...Wow.” He muffled against his hand. “I mean...wow...”
But when a snicker escaped from his lips, Y/N frowns. “You promised!”
“I never promised anything!” He laughed out loud now. Howling laughter, that tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. “What a nerd!”
“Fuck off.” She groaned, walking to him only to push him away.
“Little French nerd!” But it wasn’t until she got up in front of his face, way too close than she intended, was she reminded of last night.
Of course Y/N remembered the kiss. And while she rarely got drunk, those rare times were always “on accident,” and would always have to be her last straw. It was always in hopes to avoid and forget, but it wouldn’t last for however she wanted. She still remembers things.
For a while, she’s been thinking about moving back to France. Back to her family, back to her friends and back to the insane craze of lover culture—anyone, to desperately get a way out of this depressing hold called loneliness.
But she knows she couldn’t just leave because she’d be leaving way too much. It’s way too important to leave for company or love.
The kiss was nice, and made her feel nice momentarily. Warren’s nice too, bringing her breakfast and all, and cleaning her living room/primary workplace for her that she noticed as soon as she walked in, which is a tad confusing and unnecessary, especially after her little trick on him.
She’s flattered by the guy. Charmed, even.
But Y/N has been in doubt about many things, but this shouldn’t be any different. The feelings will pass, she’s convinced herself, and she will be able to get herself back on track.
So she walks back to where she was before.
When Y/N gets herself to look at him again, there’s a certain way that Warren’s face pinched that sent Y/N to feel extremely guilty.
“Why’d you drop out?” He exhaled out heavily.
“Warren...” She warned with pained expression.
“Hey, it’s just a genuine question.” He raised his hands in surrender. “How does someone go from being a super nerd to a hot piece fashionista?”
“Fuck you, I have always been a hot piece.” She scrunched her nose. “I wasn’t happy, that was it. I mean, I loved studying it and reading about it, but I didn’t want it as a job. I wish I realized it earlier.”
Warren nods. “So you were an unhappy hot piece.” He faked sympathy.
“I was an unhappy hot piece.” She nodded along.
He takes a sip of his milkshake before swishing it around his mouth. “And now?” He swallows. “Are you happier now?”
Y/N made the mistake of saying “um...” instead of just jumping into it with a lie.
Say yes.
All Y/N could do was bite her tongue and look up.
Y/N, just fucking lie.
“Hey...it’s okay if you’re not.”
Y/N bites her bottom lip gently as she picks at the scrambled egg in front of her.
“Maybe I need another career change.” She snickered. But, no. It’s not it this time, and she knows it.
“I was hoping you would say that.” Warren wagged a finger at her before walking off to the stack of papers at one of her sewing desk.
She watches as he walks back to her with a whole, separated stack of them. “I saw your sketches earlier when I was cleaning up.”
“Congrats,” she said with a mouthful of toast. “You’re the first person to see them.”
“No way?” He chuckled with his raspy voice. “Oh, shit. Wow...and is there, like, an award system for this? ‘Cuz I feel like I deserve some sort of…award for witnessing such, fine, art...” He made sure to look intently at her.
Y/N tried to hide her growing smile. “So about the sketches you said?....”
Warren shook his head with a small smile on his face. “They were good. All of them.”
Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, faking a blushed expression. “Top notch feedback. New York critics better watch out.”
“Hey, I’m telling the truth,” he laughs out, “especially the crossed out ones.”
Y/N stops mid-bite of her toast. She blinks a few times, before finally meeting Warren in the eyes.
“I mean, why are they crossed out in the first place?” He questioned, genuine curiosity in his voice. “They looked amazing.”
“They looked like shit.” She countered his compliment.
Warren insisted for a further explanation with a simple nod.
“They’re not...normal,” she tried. “If I went through with them and made them, I would’ve wasted my time, and not to mention, embarrass the models. They wouldn’t be able to show their faces or get another modeling gig if I forced them into clothes like those.”
“Okay, well, forget about the models right now,” Warren offered, with a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “Why are they shit? Because they don’t look like it.”
Y/N shrugs as she swallows. She knows they weren’t shit, but that they were too bold of a statement. “I just don’t see the average people to wear them.”
“That’s because average people shouldn’t be wearing them.” Warren snickered. “You know you’re the #1 brand right now? Serenity’s been on cover magazines everywhere I go, with your name plastered at the top as if it was it’s own title.”
He pulls out the newspaper from the bag and faced it in front of her.
It only takes her a few minutes skimming the page to break out laughing.
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Y/N: It was such a horribly cheesy compliment *she pinched the bridge of her nose* I should’ve sued their ass back then.
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Warren laughs along with her. “I saw it on the walk back here. Thought I’d show it to you to convince you.”
Y/N chuckles, wiping a tear forming from the corner of her eye. “Convince me that my work is as catastrophic as a supernova?” She laughs into her arms.
He nods. “That you should go through with making the clothes. You’re amazing. And sorry for saying this, but I never pegged you to be the type of person to care what other people think.”
“Well I do,” Y/N argued, her laughter gradually dying down. “I do care.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“It’s my work. I’m supposed to.” She met his eyes again. “What do you know about it?”
“I don’t know jack shit about fashion, you’re right,” Warren agrees. He leans closer to her on the counter, “but I know if you keep pushing creativity like these to the side, the world will be missing out on a whole side of Y/N Augustine.”
“And how are you so sure it’s something they’d want to see?”
“Alright, listen,” he proposes. “They’re not shit. They’re just different. They’re never-seen-before’s, that’s why you’re scared to make them.”
Y/N still looked unsurely at the papers laid in front of her. Warren pushes them to her so that they’re closer.
He points at one of the x’ed out drawings. Under the drawing was his name written with a smiley face and a phone number.
“I gotta run. Band practice.” He tells her, before quickly pecking her cheek and beelining to the front door.
Biting back a smile, she calls out after him.“When do you want this?”
“As soon as you want to see me again.” He flashed her a smile, winked, before finally closing the door behind him.
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insufferably horny might fuck around and write some slutty little blurbs tonight if anyone is down?
(feel free to pop into my inbox if you’ve got any ideas :p)
#ellie williams smut#abby anderson smut#ellie williams x reader#abby anderson x reader#eddie roundtree x reader#warren rojas x reader#marquis de gramont x reader
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soul of a woman was created below - w.r.
pairing: Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader
Summary: You're strong, seductive and intimidating and Warren finds that very, very, hot.
word count: 2.4k
Tags/Warnings: She/Her pronouns, use of Y/N, oc's (reader's bandmates), reader being an absolute badass tease, bassist reader, there is a mention of Eddie and Warren being -not- discreet and checking the reader out, spice no smut, Karen and Eddie teasing Warren, smoking, drinking, reader feels like a good lana del rey song but looks like a hot 'I am the woman' Led Zeppelin song (hence the tittle), a lot of swearing, deeply inspired by a you can be the boss lyric, mention of reader's outfit. I think that's about it
Warren Rojas (Drummer, The Six):
That woman. [sighs] They say women 'play' hard to get, she didn't play anything. Can't do a lot when you can't manage to get a word out when you see her. [chuckles]
Eddie Roundtree (Bassist, The Six):
Of course I remember her, I heard so much about her in the time span of 2 months I think she still haunts my dreams sometimes. Warren was head over heels for sure, I think he still is. [grins] I was the reason they got together in the first place.
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KINGS OF DUST, the next big rock 'n' roll stars?
Her fingers brushed over the fresh ink of the tabloid, as she grimaced. She felt her her ears buzz listening to James mocking the paper's columnist with a shrieking voice.
"Are those newcomers, with the big attitude and a whole lot of talent to give, going to kick The Six off their throne? Does the good old McNasties band we all know and love feel threatened? Well Billy Dunne sure doesn't as he claims that he 'isn't scared of glam posers and cheap Zeppelin copies' and the sarcastic remarks reffering to him on James Madden's Rolling Stone interview did not help his rage at all. What bullshit! Little Mr. Lover Boy thinks he can just insult us like that just because his mellow, mediocre songs, that all sound the fucking same, hit some of the charts!"
"They aren't even anything special! Their name isn't original it's like the sex or something, very shallow, and they definitely are the posers of the situation, they do it for the fame and the chicks, we do it for the music!" James whined, dragging the 'u' in 'music' and throwing the paper on the couch.
"The Six" Y/N corrected her friend and drummer. She walked over to the leather jacket she wore in last night's gig, reaching in it's pocket for her cigarettes. "And they're pretty good, well their lead is an ass, for sure, but still pretty damn good." She added, lighting one of her cigarettes with her heavy, carved, zippo.
"Whatever! I don't like them!" The drummer exclaimed like a child.
"What's with the yelling? It's 9 a.m., you fuckers." Matt came in the kitchen, his words slurred as he was still hang over from last night's events.
He grabbed a handfull of cereal and stuffed his mouth, munching noisily on it while motioning to James so he can give him the paper. "What does he mean posers, he is the poser! That motherfucker!" He yelled gulping down his cereal.
"Who does he think he is? I mean just because he's got a couple of good singles he thinks he can screw our reputation up because he is scared!?" He now screamed full of fury. "Apparently so." Y/N answers his rhetorical question, with a sarcastic smile. "Where is Dave?" he asked, she shrugged, frowning. "Oh so you can't answer that one!" He runs off to the guitarist's room and James looks at the bassist with a look that screams 'I told you so'. Y/N rolls her eyes and she can hear the tempered singer bang on Dave's door.
They come back to the kitchen together, Dave picks up a mug and fills it up with some coffee as he sits down, scratches and marks visible around his neck and back. "What?" he asks, his tone revealing his annoyance. "That." James is quick to say pushing the newspaper towards him. "Who the fuck is 'Billy Dunne'? What do you want me to do?" He exclaims with his grainy morning voice. "Y/N are not saying anything about this shit?" He turns to the girl, hoping she would help with his friend's delusions. "Sorry." She said not really feeling bad that she couldn't do anything.
"Look man. We got a gig tonight and all of us in here, except for Muffin who's got weirdly a lot of energy for 9 a.m., have a hangover so just tell me what the fuck do you want me to do?"
Muffin was what they called James, he was the youngest of the four, the softest of the four and the only one that, as you can understand, was really energetic. He also seemed like he never stopped smiling. So, Muffin.
"You know what? fuck it. I don't want you to do anything I just thought you guys would care about the dignity of our band!" Matt stormed in his room, his door made a loud bang as he kicked it closed.
***
They were just finished with the gig, the guys were partying inside the dirty bar as Y/N was outside, trying to smoke. She reached in her pocket, searching for her zippo. She exclaimed a curse, disappointed. She thought she must have forgotten it at the kitchen counter this morning. Her eyes scanned around the street for someone who she could ask for a lighter from. Her gaze paused, falling on a curly haired man not too far away from her, smoking.
"Y' think you got a light for me?" She asked looking at him, smirking. "Oh, yeah sure." The man reached for his lighter, it wasn't as perfect as her good old zippo but it would do. He leaned in to the cigarette in her mouth and covered the flame with his palm. She was looking at him straight in the eye, smiling throughout the whole process. She could feel him leaving a shaky breath as he moved away from her. "Thanks pretty boy..." She took the cigarette out of her mouth, allowing the smoke to be visible through her mouth and nose. "Anything for a pretty girl..." He complimented her back. She turned her back to him, walking back in the bar and winking at him over her shoulder. He shook his head with a chuckle "Oh c'mon man..." he said quietly, putting off his own ciggarete. He also ran back inside the bar.
***
"I'm telling you man, out of this fucking world! She's got those huge sudective eyes and she knows how to bat her eyelashes just the way to scratch my brain in all the right places for sure, because if she asked me to jump off a cliff, I'd do it. And I mean, I didn't wanna make it sexual but dude if she screams sex-appeal.
I wanna see her smirk like that on top of me the next time I see her."
Warren describes the woman to Eddie who thinks his friend is just overreacting. "Alright then where is she?" He asks the drummer. "Huh?" He says, distracted looking for her around the bar. "Where is she? You said she came back in here."
Warren grabbed Eddie's arm, when he finally spotted her, extending his pointer finger and lining it towards the young woman's position. "There..." Warren whispers, thrilled to see her dreamy face again. His eyes fall to her attire, which wasn't visible before, as it was hidden behind her large leather jacket. Her denim butterfly top, tied around her neck and revealed her bare back. Her low waist bell-bottom jeans were wide towards her knees and tighter higher, towards her waist, giving Warren a great view of her thighs and the red stars on the back of her pants.
"Boys!" Two fingers snapped right in front of their faces. Eddie woke up from his haze to see Karen, her arms crossed like a disappointed mother. "Would you like a tissue?" The woman asked the only person who had his interest on her as Warren was still concentrating on the beautiful mystery woman before him with his mouth agape.
"What?" Eddie asked Karen. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "To wipe the drool of your faces...f' God's sake." She sighed leaving the two men alone again.
Eddie hit Warren in the back of his head. "C'mon wake up." he said. "Huh? I'm awake." Warren moaned, scratching the back of his head in pain. "No. No. You were basically sleeping with your eyes open."
"She hypnotized you. She is a witch." he says, with so much confidence, one would expect he doesn't hear his own words. "What? No she's not you idiot." Warren disagrees as he laughs at his friend's assumption.
***
"Matt, Y/N! Darlings! Come with me! I've got someone for you to meet."
Their friend Steve said dragging them to the booth where the one and only Billy Dunne sitted with his brother and his keyboardist.
Y/N wasn't very happy about the whole situation. She had two irritable singers that had a problem with each other on the same table. The guitarist and the keyboardist whose names she learned were Karen and Graham had snuck off to do god knows what and she was left bored out of her mind while Billy and Matt talked business.
Until sooner or later she saw her saviour on a white horse, he was gonna save her of absolute, boredom. He was with this other guy too, but that's besides point. The curly haired man from earlier. He was approaching the table. It was her chance to have some fun, all she did all night was hold Matt down so he wouldn't kill Billy.
Y/N Y/L/N-Rojas (Bassist, 'Kings of Dust'):
I'm glad he made a move that day. It was a fun night... [laughs]
Warren:
Yeah, right. [scoffs]
If it weren't for Eddie I'd still be in the bathroom of that bar having a full on panic attack.
But she doesn't need to know that.
Y/N Y/L/N-Rojas:
Of course I knew...but I had fun with it. You don't have such man on his knees for you, holding his broken ego, every day. Well I did but you get what I mean.
And she just seated there. Her legs crossed, looking like a good action movie soundtrack. She made him go crazy and she knew it. She was enjoying it.
Eddie took the spot next to Matt on the booth before Warren could, leaving him sit on the other end, next to her. She let the smoke of her cigarette out, looking over at him with a smirk.
"Hey, lighter buddy." She said slowly, a smile growing on her face, he was staring at the way her lips moved softly the whole time, thinking how rough they could be on his, imagining the colour of her lipstick all over him.
"Hey...I see, you found a lighter though." He says, nervous, you'd think someone was pulling the words out of his throat forcefully. "Yeah.." She smiled.
"I was stupid, really, it was just on the table I was sitting before."
With four people on the small couch booth they were really physically close and that killed Warren. Smelling the smoke and liqour on her, he thought he'd die any second now. Somebody had to pinch him before he could get used to this dream.
Her heel stroked his leg under his wide pair of jeans and she really thought she heard him gulp. She suddenly got right off of him. Leaving him confused when she reached for her cigarettes on the table. "I think I'll get out of here." She said now grabbing a cigarette out of the mat, black, leather cigarette case. She extended it over to him and looked at him."I have cigs, thank you." he said looking between her and the item in her hand. She bends over to him. "Well you don't have this one. Do what you want with it, your choice." He could feel her breath on his neck as she spoke while she carefully placed the slim filter on his lips.
They where lightly parted as he admired her. She tapped on his cheek twice with the palm of her hand then grabbed her jacket and left as soon as the conversation between the two singers got heated.
Warren looked up, the cigarette still in his mouth as he whispered "Fuck." He took it in his hands, coming out of the daze she put him in, there was a number of it. He looked at the number on the white paper of the Malboro. He shook his head, putting the cig back on his lips and leaving the bar. He had to go home and call her.
Eddie watched him as he speeded out the door and chuckled.
Eddie: Especially after the band, Warren was a ladies man. Always flirty, always witty, so much you'd think it was just his regular attitude. He was never nervous around women before so it was really amusing getting to see the situation.
Warren sat on the balcony of the band's house in Canyon, rolling the cigarette around his hands, fidgeting.
Eventually he got inside the house getting the phone and balancing the receiver between his head and shoulder while he pressed the number in.
The buzzing sound of the phone filled his ears as he lighted the cigarette and took a puff of it. "Hello?" he heard her voice ring through the telephone. His eyes widened, not expecting her to pick up. He took the cigarette out his mouth as soon as he heard her.
"Uh, Hey! Hi. I'm Warren." He said squeezing his eyes shut once he realized she doesn't know his name because he never told her. "Oh, Warren. From the bar right? Dunne's drummer." She said and giggled.
He was shocked she knew his name. She managed to learn everything about him in a single night and they hardly even talked. "Yup, thats me. Uh, you gave me your number. So I just thought I'd-" He was interrupted by the woman. "You thought right...So, got any other plans for tonight?" She asked and he believed she was joking. She had to be. He thought. There is no way she fell for his stuttering and his anxious antics. "I... never got the chance to catch your name." He breathed out, waiting to hear it.
"Y/N. I play bass for Kings Of Dust."
***
Her outfit hadn't changed since the last time he saw her.
Her eyeliner smudged under her eyes and her vibrant lipstick was now slightly faded. It was admirable, how you could never catch her looking down, she'd walk in a place she hadn't ever been before like she owned it, her chin always high and she always looked around, not in amusement, more like she was taking the place in.
She saluted him and sitted in the barstool next to his.
The bar was quiet in comparison to the one they were before with all their friends.
His mind wandered having all the thoughts it shouldn't.
Billy would probably kill him but it's worth it.
Any feedback, is good feedback!! I wanna read your thoughts. Have a gorgeous day. Mwah!
-Shad
#daisy jones and the six#warren rojas x reader#djats#warren rhodes x reader#warren rojas#eddie roundtree#warren rojas x fem!reader#warren rojas x bassist!reader#edit: If you're reading this you're the chosen one#bonus scene i just thought of#later smut: warren holding reader with his hands under her thighs (cuz he is a leg guy and a bimbo) and pushing her#sticking her on a wall#or a door#preferably door#idk thats just the vision#there's this voices in my head telling me I should probably go to sleep and these voices telling me i should probably write shameless smut#specifically for Warren#really cant stand those voices#sometimes they fight and stuff and it's really tiring.#should i write a lazy fluffy morning fic w karen??#I have a request for Karen#i love her sm#physically hurts my heart.#pacifically for warren (if you're an agggtm fan u get it)#idk that just came into my head.#bc i saw the word specific
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you'd never guess (i'd never know)
synopsis: the only thing eddie roundtree likes about billy dunne is his younger sister.
warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill, but it's never mentioned)
a/n: the lack of eddie smut on here is appalling
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“Where are you going?”
Frozen in your tracks, you slowly turn around and meet Eddie’s still sleepy but inquisitive gaze, and as his eyes look you over from head to toe, it morphs into a distinctive shade of lustful. You allow yourself the liberty to admire him as he does the same to you - unguarded and vulnerable in his half-awake state, the nest of tangled light brown hair on top of his head, his naked body painted with love bites underneath the white hotel sheets.
You want to kiss him.
“Sweetheart, c’mon. Come ‘ere.” He tries coaxing you, but you know the rules by now. No matter how sweet the temptation is, no matter the things his deep, husky morning voice does to your insides, no matter the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest everytime you lay eyes on him, you need to be unfailingly secretive about this, whatever it is, between you two. Otherwise the deadly tornado of a man your brother Billy is will turn it into ruin with a single flick of his hand.
Even still, it seems that you’re the only one rightfully worried.
"Eds, I have to leave, you know this.”
Something hardens in his gaze for a moment, but it quickly slips away. It pains you to watch it. You lean down to kiss his cheek in an attempt to make him feel better, but he turns his head around, capturing your lips with his. You gasp and instinctively fist your hands into his hair as he rearranges you to sit on his lap. There’s something desperate about the way he holds you and kisses you this particular morning and it sets everything in you on fire. You moan into his kiss despite your brain screaming at you to get the fuck up and leave before anybody finds out you’re not in your room. Eddie seems to sense your overthinking, as he usually does, and slips his cold hands underneath your blouse, letting his long fingers trace your spine, trying to soothe you.
"Focus on me. Don’t think about anything else.” Eddie instructs and you suddenly feel lighter.
You kiss him again, a silent thanks for bringing you back to the present, and it’s his turn to moan as he presses you down on his hard-on.
"A couple of kisses and I’m already rock hard like a fuckin’ teenager. Jesus, the things you do to me.” He mutters, more to himself than you, but the words still manage to leave their impact on your nether regions.
“Eddie, Eddie…” you pant as his mouth begins to place greedy kisses down your neck. “We’re…we’re going to be late for breakfast.”
He laughs against your skin and you swear you’ve never felt something so good.
“I’m already having my breakfast, sweetheart, and it’s much better than the shit they serve down there.”
Fuck.
---
“Anyone got any idea where Eddie and my sister are?” Graham asks his friends, in the midst of swallowing his piece of omelet.
Warren shrugs.
“Eddie’s probably still sleeping. I mean, when has he ever shown up for breakfast on time? Let the guy get some sleep, man.”
Graham nods a couple of times, deeming the explanation logical. It doesn't stop him from thinking about the person left out from it.
"Yeah, sure," he starts "but my sister always shows up. I...I don't know, maybe she slept in this time, but maybe I should go up and check."
Karen suddenly pipes in from her place next to Graham, putting her hand on his thigh.
"Don't. For we all know, she's just sleeping in." She says, looking at Warren from across the table pointedly, who takes the hint and nods reassuringly at Graham. "And you know how she gets when someone wakes her up. Let her rest."
"But what if she's hungry when she wakes up?"
Karen sighs, closing her eyes for a couple of seconds. Warren inhales sharply, a tell-tale sign of him holding in his laughter.
"Graham. She isn't an infant. I'm sure your sister is fully capable of getting breakfast for herself." She says, but he still doesn't look entirely convinced.
"Yeah, but I don't want her to be alone." Graham pauses. "I don't want her to feel lonely, y'know."
"Hey, chill man. She and Eddie wake up around the same time anyway, they usually get breakfast together, don't they? I really don't think there's anything to worry about." Warren adds, as he takes the last bite of his P&J sandwich.
Graham silently leans back in his chair and Karen takes the opportunity to change the subject.
"Anyway, uh, how's Lisa, Warren?"
KAREN SIRKO: I knew she and Eddie were fucking from the moment I saw them together.
WARREN ROJAS: For the record, I had no idea they were fucking.
GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs] Can we not talk about this, please?
---
"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so good bouncing on my cock like that."
You don't know how long you two have been going at it. What you do know, however, is that Eddie Roundtree, the insatiable sex maniac, has already put you through five different positions and this is the sixth one.
"Eddie, I…I don't think I can..." You start saying as you feel your strength leaving your body, but he knows. He always knows.
He tightens his hold on your hips and drags you up and down his cock and you have to physically put a hand over your mouth when he hits that spot inside of you.
"Found it, huh?" He comments, with that goddamn cocky glint in his eye and you would have normally rolled your eyes at him if it weren't for the fact that they were already rolling towards the back of your head.
"Shut...up!" You pant, and he smirks. As soon as you see that smirk, you involuntarily tighten around him. Eddie groans when he feels it and you lean down to kiss his Adam's apple, and then - him. He cups the back of your neck with one large hand and you shiver.
"I'm, I'm close. Eddie, fuck!" You barely manage to stutter out and he goes even faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. He presses a sweet kiss to your collarbone and immediately goes back to whispering filthy things into your ear.
"Cum for me, love. Cum on my cock." He urges, breathless, something swimming in his eyes you've never seen before, and you do just that.
You think you might have screamed. You don't know. All you remember is Eddie.
You hide your face in his shoulder, sensitive and exhausted - he cums shortly after, your name on his lips like a prayer. You sigh when you feel him soften inside of you. He falls back on the pillows and you fall along with him, head on his chest and his hand playing with your hair.
It's comfortably silent after that, so silent in fact, that for a second you think Eddie might have fallen asleep. You tilt your head upwards to place a kiss on his jawline, but you find him already staring back at you, an uncharacteristically contemplative look on his gorgeous face.
"What?" You question, growing increasingly worried.
This is it, you think, this is when he ends things.
My worst fear is coming true.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Y'know, I've played in front of hundreds of thousands of people. I know what anxiety feels like. But laying in that bed with her, looking at her, was the most nervous I'd ever felt in my entire life.
"I…" He begins and closes his mouth, as if carefully choosing his words, but doing nothing to ease the pit in your stomach. "Well..."
You stand up upright, a typical "Dunne frown", as he liked calling it, on your face.
He should look me in the eyes, at the very fucking least.
"Oh, is this what you're doing now? Fucking me one last time before you reject me? You've had your fun, is that it?"
Y/N ROUNDTREE: I do admit that I... misjudged the situation. But when you've been with assholes in the past, sometimes you come to conclusions a bit too quickly.
Eddie's face scrunches up into a mixture of shock, confusion and slight sadness.
"What?" He asks so loudly that it makes you feel embarrassed. "What in the actual fuck are you on about? Why would you even think that? Sweetheart, I was going to say I love you."
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I'll never forget the look on her face, swear to God. [laughs]
"What?" You parrot back, just as loudly. It takes a beat or two for the words to sink in. When they do, you start laughing like you've never heard anything funnier.
Eddie simply looks at you like you've grown two heads.
"Oh, Eds. Please don't lie to me like this." You cover your face with your hands.
Suddenly, your hands are being gently pulled away - he's staring at you so softly you think you might die. You might have actually died and this is your heaven. It certainly feels like it.
He whispers your name and you whisper his back.
"I love you." He says, cupping your cheeks, and keeps repeating it as if trying to get it through your head.
"Eddie…" you breathe against his lips. He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, pupils dilated like you're his new favorite drug. You might actually be. "Eddie, I lo-"
"SOUNDCHECK IS IN 30 MINUTES, ROUNDTREE, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE DAMN BED!"
Fuck.
---
EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She might not have told me she loved me that day, but - [shows wedding ring] - I know. I know.
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#daisy jones and the six#daisy jones & the six#eddie roundtree x reader#eddie roundtree fanfic#karen sirko#graham dunne#warren rojas#eddie roundtree#eddie roundtree smut#I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM YOUR HONOUR!!!!!#not an eddie apologist because he's done nothing wrong ever#josh whitehouse#djats fic#djats tv#eddie loving
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