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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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Listen, I love Eddie gushing over his handsome boyfriend like all and any of us, but I have some thoughts. It's still planned for my set of fanfictions, Piece by Piece, but I'm drabbling my way towards happiness here.

Steve knows he is good-looking. He knows his hair is amazing, he knows he's toned, all that. People have been complimenting him for all his life, have been jealous, but most of all, it's all they have seen. The jerk with good looks. The jock with the hair. Then the babysitter, still with the hair. Steve isn't exactly proud of his looks, it's just what it is. He's a pretty boy and that's a fact. He doesn't argue against the compliments, he has learned long ago that any insecurity on his part is considered fake modesty. But he's terrified because he knows looks don't last, he knows he isn't as active as he used to be, he knows there will be wrinkles, grey hair, saggy skin and just like the enviable body he has now, he will not have any choice in it.

When he starts dating Eddie, he can tell Eddie likes the way he looks and that's fine, that's great even, but this isn't just a fling to him, it's his endgame. Steve likes making himself look pretty for his boyfriend, leans into his touch when Eddie strokes his hair, kisses his beauty marks, but there's this insistent, unrelenting voice in his head that keeps saying: "this is all you have to offer. This is all you are and all you'll ever be." He never shares this with anyone, but he dreads the day when Eddie finds out there is nothing else to Steve than his reckless disregard for his own health and his naturally but inevitably diminishing looks.

But Eddie is observant. When he gazes into Steve's eyes and whispers "you're so beautiful it hurts," Steve's lip quivers and he closes his eyes, as if he was memorizing the moment. It's subtle, but his muscles tense. Eddie knows in that second that there is something there, something he doesn't realize yet, but he's committed to unraveling the wire wrapping Steve's heart on his own. He doesn't push and prod, he experiments.

The next time, he doesn't go for the obvious, even if he wants to sing odes to Steve's shoulders, his back, his strong hands. Steve is cooking in the kitchen, fumbling around a bit, but the smell is delicious and he looks content. His hair is still ruffled from their night together and he's humming some pop song Eddie doesn't recognize. Eddie's heart swells with fondness and he wraps his arms around Steve's waist from behind, kissing the nape of his neck. "What a sight you are," he mumbles into his shoulder. "When you smile like that, when you sing along your horrible music...you're making me realize how lucky I am all over again." He knows he said something right when Steve turns the prettiest shade of pink and starts spluttering that he's the lucky one, really, and does Eddie really enjoy his heartfelt rendition of Take On Me when pop normally makes his ears bleed? Eddie says "it's not the pop I like, it's you. It makes you happy and I love seeing you happy," and Steve just melts into his arms.

From that point onwards, he makes sure to compliment Steve's choices, not just his looks, even though he never fails to whisper exactly what Steve's body does to him in the bed. He tells him that the new shirt makes him look even more radiant, he tells Steve he loves it when he lets loose once in a while and gets silly, he swoons over his voice, praises how well he handles the kids, his effort, his style. And Steve finally opens up about his insecurities, asking whether Eddie doesn't find him boring, with how straightforward he is, how one-dimensional. "I don't care for fireworks, Steve," he tells him and strokes that beautiful head. "They're pretty, exciting, but burn out soon and probably set your house on fire. Some relationships are like that, but not with you. Being with you...it makes me feel safe. I never have to guess what you mean, you just say it. Being with you is like sitting in front of a fireplace and having all the time in the world. I want that, nothing else."

Steve smiles at him and squeezes his hand. He chews on his lip and whispers: "All the time, huh? Even when I'm gray and ugly?"

Eddie gasps, offended. "The nerve of calling my boyfriend ugly, sir! Now I have to fight you for his honor! Ready your sword, scoundrel!" He tackles Steve to the bed, laughing like a madman. When he lands on top of him, he cradles his head gently and pecks him on the lips, just once, although he wants nothing more than to get lost in his embrace. "Seriously though, Stevie. You and ugly? Never to me, no matter what. But old? Hell yeah. If I get to see you all aged like fine wine or if you become the grumpiest asshole in this town, that's a victory in my book. Because it'll mean we survived all the crap life threw at us and you'll have kept me around. What's not to love about that?"

And it seems the wire constricting Steve's heart is loosening because there are tears in his eyes and he doesn't flinch when Eddie kisses them away. "I'll be looking forward to it then," he whispers into Eddie's hair.

From then on, Steve doesn't fear new wrinkles. He celebrates them with Eddie, counting each gray hair as a small step toward their victory, as Eddie called it. And it turns out that Steve is okay being complimented on his looks after all, because when Eddie kisses his laugh lines and mentions how much he enjoys them ("these are a proof you find me hilarious, Steve! Of course I love them!"), Steve finds himself seeing his body as a map of his life, the moments with Eddie, Robin, the kids, and as his wise boyfriend once said: "What's not to love about that?"

#stranger things #steve harrington #strangerthings #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #steddie drabble #steddie brainrot #hair metal #strangerthingsfanfiction #strangerthingsdrabble

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ilovemyrockstarboyfriends · 3 months

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i should become a professional cake decorator 🤘🏼😛

#80s #hair metal #hard rock #skid row #metallica #guns n roses #la guns #cinderella #mötley crüe #joan jett #i love rockstars

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vaginalsauce · 1 year

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Short lived

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Unprotected p in v, oral fem and male receiving, spanking, drooling, pet names, mentions of cigarettes, mentions of alcohol and drinking, hair pulling, jealous slash, cum eating, flirty Izzy, degradation, dirty talk, slapping, really fucking rough, slight cnc?, Biting, choking, dacryphilia, lil bit of fluffy angst at the end idk

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I kinda got carried away I am so sorry 🪨💨

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Walking from the kitchen with armfuls of beers, you set all of them down on the coffee table with a huff. You plopped right down in-between Izzy and Slash, craning your head back, bored of Steven and Duff messing around with cameras, and Axl yelling about pointless things that weren't relevant to anything.

You couldn't help but turn your head as Izzy moved to pull out a cigarette from the pack on the table. He placed it between his lips, and was quick to light it. He took a long drag before turning to meet your eyes, letting out a chuckle.

This caused Slash to turn his head towards the two of you, eyeing Izzy carefully.

"You want one, or are you just gonna keep staring, honey?" It caught you off guard but you only shrugged. Izzy pulled the cigarette from his pretty lips, placing it between yours gently.

Before you could even inhale, Slash wrapped his arm around your shoulders and took the cigarette from your mouth, putting it out on his own jeans. He stood, and without a word, left the room, slamming the door to Axl's bedroom.

It was no secret that you and Slash had feelings for each other, especially with Axl's big mouth around. But ever since you and Izzy had been getting closer, becoming better friends, Slash had become more distant, pissier towards you.

You sighed, letting your head fall into your hand as you began to rub your temples.

"What's his deal?" Izzy questioned, eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise. You shook your head.

"I don't have a clue. I'm gonna go talk to him." You stood, stepping over the empty beer bottles that were scattered across the floor.

As you reached Axl's bedroom, you gently knocked on the door, listening closely for any signs of his presence. "Slash? Can I come in?"

No response.

You knocked again, but there was still no response. Turning the doorknob, you gently pushed the door open, greeted by the sight of Slash getting off the bed and walking over to you. He pulled you into the room and closed the door harshly, his body pressing yours against the door.

"Slash?" You questioned, your breathing quickening as his hand ghosted down your arm to the lock on the door, flipping it and jiggling the door handle to make sure it was locked.

His face was so close to yours, you could smell the smokey breath that fanned over your face. His eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you have to do that?" He questioned, but it sounded more like a demand.

"do what?" You whispered, scared to raise your voice. His hand came to rest on your neck, giving a small squeeze.

"Fucking flirt with every guy that looks at you. You know what the fuck you're doing." He spat, before spinning the two of you around and pushing you roughly into the bed behind you. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget Izzy ever existed."

You couldn't find your voice, letting out a small whine as you pushed yourself back, making room for Slash to crawl onto the bed with you, but he only stood at the edge of the bed.

"Tell me if you don't want this now, because I'm not gonna stop once I start."

You nodded quickly in response to his words, and he landed a firm slap across your cheek. "Use your words, whore."

You turned your head to look back up at him, bringing your own hand up to the forming red mark on your face, feeling the warmth radiating off of it. Your eyes were watering, but you couldn't deny the pulsing ache between your legs. "Please, Slash, I want it."

"Such a dirty fuckin' slut." Slash huffed, his hands coming down to unbutton his jeans. He slid them down his muscular thighs, already starting to palm himself through his boxers. "Gonna suck my cock? Show me how much you want it?"

You crawled closer, and slash gripped the back of your head by your hair, pulling your mouth directly onto his clothed bulge. You let your lips glide over the print, looking up at him, a single tear falling down your cheek from the pain he was inflicting on you, but you couldn't even mind.

"Fuck, you're a little minx." He used his free hand to tug his boxers down, discarding them with his pants. His hardening cock was right in your face, and you brought your hand up to pump him gently.

He grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your lips, and you opened your mouth. He was quick to shove your head down onto his cock, already fucking your face at a rapid speed. You gagged around him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as you tried your hardest to breathe.

You watched as he threw his head back, and you brought your hand down to your clothed heat, rubbing yourself through your pants.

His hips were relentless, pistoning hard into your throat. You knew it was gonna be sore for a few days.

You were a bit worried about the rest of the guys in the living room, but their cheers and laughing and indistinct yelling just told you they weren't paying any mind to your missing presence.

You were caught off guard by the sudden feeling of Slash pushing your head all the way down his dick, and you lifted your hands up to dig your nails into his waist as he held you at the base of his cock.

Your nose was brushing against his happy trail, and you began to panick as you lost your breath. Slash pulled you off his cock by the back of your hair, throwing your head back as he leaned down to kiss you.

"Gonna make you mine, make you scream for me." He grabbed your hips as he leant over you, flipping you over and swiftly tugging your pants and underwear clear off your legs. You to let out a gasp when the cold air hit your leaking cunt.

"Oh shit, look at that... So fucking wet, just from sucking my dick? You really are a whore." He paused to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He leaned over your back, pressing his lips to your ear. "But you're my whore, aren't you?"

You couldn't even let out a whimper before he pushed himself into you, stilling as soon as he bottomed out inside of you. You let your arms give out, your front side falling into the comforter on the bed. Your sudden moan was muffled by the bed, but then he grabbed your hair from the base of your scalp, tugging your head back towards the ceiling. "My whore, aren't you?"

He repeated himself, and you sobbed loudly. "Y-Your whore, fuck." You muttered, scared that if you were too loud the other men would hear, and that was endless teasing you didn't want to endure.

Slash pulled his hips back, and you whined, pushing yourself back into him in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself on his cock. His hand raised, and before you could even think about what he was doing, a red handprint was forming on your ass.

You yelped, pushing your body forward as an attempt to get away from the sting, but with his grip on your hair, you couldn't move. "T-Theyre gonna hear, can't be loud, please--"

Slash cut you off with a hard thrust, and you let out a loud moan, mixed in with a choked scream. You couldn't contain it. His dick was so big that it hurt, and he was so deep inside of you that he was pushing painfully against your cervix.

Slash leaned down again, finally starting at a slow and rough pace. A bite was pressed against your still-clothed shoulder, and with the pinch, came the realization that you weren't gonna be able to be quiet. "Let's get this off." Slash pulled you flush against his chest, rocking back onto his knees. His hands rushed to lift your thin shirt over your head, not once missing a single thrust.

Once your shirt was discarded, he didn't waste any time in trailing his hand up between the valley of your breasts, coming to squeeze your throat roughly. "You're so fucking tight, squeezing me so hard."

You were lightheaded, eyes rolling back as your head fell onto his shoulder, mouth hung open. Your fingers dug into his hips, and your other hand coming behind you to tangle and tug on his hair. "You like feeling me so deep in your tummy? Right... There." He questioned, his hand pressing roughly against your lower abdomen, easily feeling himself through the flesh of your stomach. The applied pressure caused you to squeal, fighting to get off his cock, the pleasure becoming too much for your foggy little brain.

"Oh, that's it, isn't it? Right there?" His voice was so sweet and alluring that you almost melted into his rough grips. "Answer me, bitch." He grabbed a fistful of hair again, pulling your lips closer to his as he sloppily pressed his open mouth to the corner of your own mouth. You were too busy trying to escape the dizzying feeling of your orgasm approaching to even mumble a response.

You nodded, but he only slipped the hand in your hair to your open mouth, his middle and ring finger pushing past your lips and onto your tongue.

His fingers were salty, but tasted so good in your mouth. He shoved them back further, and you gagged quickly. You screamed loudly as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, thrashing around in Slash's hold. You balled your hands up into fists and started to beat against his hips, back arched as you desperately tried to escape the overstimulation.

"Hold the fuck... still." His words were cut up between thrusts and grunts as he fought to keep you held down, your pulsing walls sucking him in deeper than he already was as an attempt to drain his cock.

"Already cumming, baby? Such a pathetic little body, jus' can't take what I give you." He hummed, faking that sympathy that he knew you would soak up.

He snaked an arm around your waist, holding you down as he completely ruined you from below. Your cunt was already sore, and the tears spilling from your eyes had no end, similar to the moans leaving your throat and vibrating around his fingers. Drool coated your chin and chest, and the entirety of his hand, and he didn't even care.

"Look s'much better stuffed full of my cock than you do sitting next to Izzy." Slash shoved you forward again, but this time he placed his hands on the small of your back, pushing down roughly to keep your back arched as he continued his assault on your poor cunt.

"N-No more, can't take it-- Please, s'too much!" You yelped.

Another harsh slap came down onto your ass, and you wept loudly into the bedding. You were squeezing his cock so tight that his hips began to stutter, so his pace slowed and his thrusts got impossibly harder. The steel rings he wore on his fingers were making bright red welts on your ass with every smack he gave you, and you couldn't help but let out the crying and screaming, it hurt, but he didn't care.

With his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, you came once more, bringing your arms back to try and push his hips away from you, but he only grabbed a hold of both of your wrists, using them to pull you back onto him. Your weeping and moaning finally died down, and you just let him use you, limp from the overstimulation.

You were so fucked out that you didn't even feel the hot cum coating your insides. Slash pulled out as he was cumming, the last little bit of his spunk landing over your red and abused lips.

He released your arms, letting you fall forward.

"My fucking pussy, isn't it?" He shoved your thighs up so your ass was back in the air, and his thumb came up to run through your slick folds, practically shoving his cum back inside of you. You jumped when his finger brushed against your clit, letting out a small whine.

"A-All yours, Slash." You mumbled, and he brought his face to the red wounds and marks on your ass, pressing gentle kisses to the welts and light specks of blood that had begun peeking through your skin, already bruising.

His kisses trailed right back to your cunt, and he didn't hesitate in sticking his tongue right out and into your heat, from your clit to your hole. He hollowed his cheeks when he found your clit, sucking with so much intensity it caused you to lean back into him, despite all that had went down mere minutes before.

He was eating your pussy so carefully and intricately, it was a stark contrast from his previous tone and actions.

It took you minutes of him sucking and licking your poor cunt to realize that he was eating his own cum out of you, and the pure thought had you whining yet again.

He'd groan into your pussy, the vibrations going straight to your clit. It didn't take much for you to cum yet again, so sensitive from your previous torturous orgasms, and you shoved your face down into the bedding once more as you whined, squirming away from Slash's face. He held your hips and pulled you back into him as you rode out your orgasm, finally pulling off of your cunt and gently shushing you as you turned over to meet his gaze.

You suddenly broke out into tears again and Slash crawled back onto the bed pulling you up into his arms. You couldn't form proper sentences, your words simply coming out jumbled and choppy.

"s'okay. I'm sorry, I know. It's gonna be okay." You clung to him for dear life, your sweaty, naked bodies pressing together as your threw your arms over your neck.

All he could make out from your sobs was small "I'm sorry"s, "thank you"s, and "so tired"s. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

"Did so good f'me, sweetheart, I'm sorry." He cooed, but it was too late, you were already asleep in his arms. He sighed, resting his head on top of yours for just a few more minutes before slipping you under the blankets of Axl's bed, and following close right next to you, wrapping an arm over your waist.

He buried his face in your shoulder as his eyes closed, feeling just a little guilty for the way he treated you.

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You woke up to the sound of banging, looking around to see slash tugging his boxers on, and you immediately felt a surge of shame run through your body when Slash unlocked and opened the door to an incredibly red and upset Axl.

"You're washing everything on that fucking bed. No, actually, you're buying me a whole new one."

And with that, you sunk back under the covers, not daring to make eye contact with the fiery redhead.

#guns n roses smut #guns n roses #gunsnfuckinroses #guns and roses #slash guns n roses #slash fic #axl rose #slash x reader #slash x you #steven adler #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #80s music #glam rock #hair metal

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deeloveskiss · 3 months

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motley crue at the moscow music peace festival

#THIS IS SO FUNNY #another big fan!#motley crue #tommy lee #nikki sixx #vince neil #mick mars #glam rock #hair metal #80s rock #80s music #posting #shoots

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rocknrolltrailertrash · 6 months

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#nikki sixx #motley crue #80s #80s aesthetic #rock n roll #gif #black and white #hair metal #80s rock #80s metal

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johanhawk · 1 month

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Cowboy bunnie 💄👠💋❤️‍🔥

#80s #glam metal #80saesthetic #groupies #hair metal #rockstyle #girlsofrock #hard rock #playboymate #playboybunnies

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- HAIR METAL BILLY-

#cyberpunk 2077 #billy hargrove #stranger things #vp #virtual photography #male v #au #hair metal #Glam Metal

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5arabellaturner5 · 8 months

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He is soooo prettyy

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Axl Rose at The Palladium, Los Angeles, 1991

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gremlintheslut · 9 months

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just seen your event. How about 80s Nikki Sixx getting real posessive and dominant because he's jealous / thinks reader was flirting with someone, or something like that?

so he reminds her who she belongs to?

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Nikki sixx x reader (afab)

Warnings: spanking, small argument, blow job

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"what the fuck was that?" Nikki asks you the second he closes the hotel room door. You look at him confused. "don't act dumb you little slut you were flirting with another guy right in front of me!" he yells. "what the fuck are you talking about?" you honestly didn't even remember talking to anyone for more than a minute.

"We were with a ton of people why the fuck would you try to humiliate me like that?" Nikki continues to yell. You have a lot of questions but you're never going to get to ask them. "strip and get on the bed" he says sternly and you don't need to be told twice.

You leave your clothes in a pile near the foot of the bed. "face down ass up" Nikki barks another order at you. You follow obediently and smile to yourself as you do. You didn't even do anything and you know this night is gonna end with you getting fucked.

"you think this funny?" he says. You can hear his belt buckle clacking letting you know he's taking his belt off. You hear him approach the bed slowly. You think he's going to say something, make fun of you maybe. You gasp and your nails claw at the sheets, the feeling of Nikki's belt hitting your rear shocking you.

"do you think that was funny?" he asks before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "because I find it hilarious" he stands up to his full height and says one word before striking you again "Count". He pulls his arm back ready to give you the hardest hit he has. "count!" he yells. "one" you squeak out not knowing he wanted you to count the first one.

He swings his arm down and his belt hits you twice as hard as before. You bite down on your lip to stop yourself from begging him as you know that's not what he wants to hear. "two" you say squeezing your eyes tight ready for the next spank.

Nikki swings his arm down again. The stinging pain causes tears to roll down your cheek. "three" you can taste blood from how hard you're biting your lip. You're trying so hard not to make a sound as you know it would anger him.

You sob but you don't dare let out a sound. "four" The pain is evident in your voice. You hear him chuckle at you. "it's not that bad, calm down" he laughs before hitting you again. "five" More and more tears fall. "six" you can't help but let out audible sobs and it's pissing Nikki off.

"shut the fuck!" he yells pulling his arm back the same as before, he hits you as hard as he can. "seven" you try your best to stifle your whimpers. "fucking cry baby," he says before continuing to his regular force. "eight" your ass burns and you hope he is going to stop at 10.

"nine" Your face is soaking wet and there is a small wet spot on the sheets from your fallen tears. "ten," you say sniffling. Flinch prematurely and let a sigh of relief when he doesn't strike you again. "fuck" you wince as he unexpectedly brings the belt down on you with all his strength one last time.

Nikki laughs at you. You bury your face into the sheet and cry. "oh come on is this not want you wanted? You knew what you were doing when you flirted with that ugly fuck you knew what the consequences were. You were practically begging for" he says leaning down to say it into your ear not caring enough to whisper.

"I'm sorry" you whimper in the sheets. "I know you are. How about you make it up to me?" you know what he wants. He doesn't even need to tell you to get on your knees. You unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. You pull his jeans down to his thighs along with his boxers. His cock springs up and hits his clothed stomach.

Grab the base gently before itten-licking the tip. You can taste his salty precum. you take his tip into your mouth and suck it. You look up at him to make sure you doing good. The expression of pleasure you see displayed on Nikki's face tells you yes.

You begin taking him further into your mouth. You feel Nikki grip the back of your head before pushing you all the way down. You try your best not to gag as he starts fucking your throat. Saying you weren't enjoying this was the understatement of the year but you wanted to get him off so you let him continue.

Your nose hurts from hitting his pubic bone but not as much as your jaw. You feel Nikki's movements stutter followed by a warm thick liquid pouring down your throat. You swallow every drop. He finally pulls out of your mouth and you rub your jaw. "don't ever flirt with anyone else ever again your mine" he says pulling your hair to make you look at him.

"I won't, I swear" you say looking him in the eyes.

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