Paige

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[artistic-killjoy]

(The Doors) Jim Morrison x Fem! Reader (SMUT)

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Sex lol. (Also, it's been at least 7 or 8 years since I've stepped foot in a hotel, so please correct me if I screwed up on anything about the hotel.)

Requested: Yes

Summary: You visit Jim in his hotel room.

I park my car in front of the hotel and unbuckle my seat belt. I get out and stretch, slightly tired, as Jim called me late at night. Now, why he would call me this late? I have no clue. Anyways, I walk into the hotel and (check in? tell the lady at the desk that I'm here to see Jim Morrison? Not sure...). I walk down the hall to Jim's room. Finally, I reach his room, at the very end of the hall.

I knock on the door and almost immediately the door is opened, revealing a wide-awake Jim. How he can be this awake at nearly midnight, I'm not quite sure. "Hey Jim. You called?" I say.

He grins and grabs my hand, pulling me in and shutting the door behind me. "Yeah. I have a bit of a situation." he replies.

I raise an eyebrow. "What kind of situation?"

"Well," he starts as he sits on his bed. "I don't exactly have the most patience at the moment, so I'll get straight to the point. I want you."

I sit on the bed next to Jim. "You have me."

With those words, Jim pulls me into his lap and kisses me softly. As seconds go by, the kiss deepens until we're making out. As I shift in Jim's lap, I finally understand why he's so up-and-moving at this hour. He was turned on.

I moved my hips against Jim's, pulling a grunt from him. I pull away from Jim to take a breath. "Do you want this? I have to have your consent before I do anything." Jim asks.

I nod. "Yes, Jim. I want this."

"Good." he replies before laying me on my back on the bed and pulling his pants off. I do the same, pulling my pants and underwear off as well. I take off my shirt and bra, throwing them aside while Jim pulls his shirt over his head.

"I want you to be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.." he tells me. I nod and do as he says, getting on all fours. He holds his hand in front of my mouth.

"Spit."

I spit into his hand and he pulls his hand away, rubbing it up and down on his dick, lubing it up. "Ready?" he asks.

I nod. "Never been more ready."

As soon as I say that, he lines himself up with my entrance and thrusts into me, filling me almost completely in one push. I bite my lip to hold back my moans, keeping in mind that we're in a hotel. Once I've adjusted to Jim's size, he begins moving his hips, fucking me slowly.

"Moan for me, Y/N. I wanna hear you~" he groans out, speeding up his thrusts slightly.

"Mmh... Fuck, Jim.. Feels so good~" I moan softly. He fucks me harder.

"Louder. Wanna hear how much you love being fucked by me~" he demands.

And so, I moan louder, loving the feeling of Jim's dick being buried deep inside of me. He reaches under me, rubbing my clit in quick circles as he fucks me hard and fast. He occasionally grunts, thrusting even faster.

"M'not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that~" he moans.

I cry out in pleasure at a particularly hard thrust. "I-I'm gonna c-cum!"

"Cum for me, Y/N..." Jim groans as he continues to fuck me. I moan loudly as I cum all over his cock. A few thrusts later, Jim pulls out and cums on my lower back. I feel him get off of the bed and grab a towel from the bathroom. He comes back seconds later, and wipes me off.

"Let's shower in the morning, 'kay? I'm kinda tired..." I tell Jim. He nods and tosses the towel aside, getting back on the bed and wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

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Genre: Fluff, Maybe angst

Warnings: Jealousy, Name-Calling

Summary: Reader is Heather Hills's friend. Reader believes that she doesn't have the slightest chance with Rodrick, because it seems like Rodrick likes Heather. Rodrick throws a party, blah blah blah, feelings are revealed.

Hi, I'm Y/N, probably one of the least popular girls at my school. Yeah, sure, I've been friends with Heather Hills since kindergarten, but she never seems to have time to hang out in public, so we're never seen together. I suppose my bad reputation doesn't help my lack of popularity, though.

I mean, who would wanna date and/or hang out with a girl who doesn't look or act her own gender?

I'm always wearing band tees, ripped jeans, and dirty Converse. Oh- And let's not forget that I'm Löded Diper's guitarist. Löded Diper is the loudest- and only- band in the neighborhood. Parents don't typically look at the only female in a band full of teenage boys, and think, "I would love to have my son/daughter bring her home for dinner!".

No.

At school, most people don't know me. But, a lot of the ones who do know me, refer to me as "Slut", and other rude nicknames that I don't even bother trying to remember.

I'm loud, probably seem annoying to most people, obsessed with rock and metal bands, and would choose a new sketchbook over a new friend.

I have two best friends- Rodrick Heffley, and Heather Hills.

Now, you're probably thinking, 'If Heather has so many friends, and you're friends with Heather, shouldn't you and Heather's friends get along?'.

Well, we don't. Heather's friends hate me, and I hate those bitches right back.

OH- I almost forgot to mention- I've got a FAT crush on Rodrick. But, I'm 99 percent sure he's only friends with me so he can become even the slightest bit closer to Heather. It's sad, yes, but what can I do?

Anyways, I was walking home from school, when Heather and her group of giggling girly-girls stopped me.

"Hey Y/N. Got any plans for tonight?" Heather asked me.

I nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah... I'm going to Rodrick's party tonight. Sorry." I apologized.

She smiled slightly. "Think you could ask him if he'd let me tag along with you?" she replied.

I wanted so bad to say, "No, I don't think I could." out of jealousy, but out of kindness, I said "Yes".

'She's going to ask him out. He's obviously going to say yes, because that boy is head-over-motherfucking-heels for that girl.'

And that's the only thing I could think, the entire way home.

-AT HOME-

'Time to get ready for the party, I suppose...'

And with that, I headed upstairs to my bedroom to get ready. And when I say, "Get ready," I mean, "Apply Eyeliner And Blast 'Let Go' By Avril Lavigne Until My Mom Says Turn It Down".

I turned my CD player on and put in 'Let Go' by Avril Lavigne, (AMAZING album- please go listen to it if you haven't already) hit play, and began applying eyeliner.

Before 'Losing Grip' had even ended, my mom was knocking on my door. "Y/N, could you turn that down?"

I sighed. "Yes ma'am.." I reached over and turned the music down. Once my eyeliner looked alright, I picked up my phone and called Rodrick. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey! What's up?" he asked.

"Nothin' much. Heather Hills wants to know if she can come to the party." I replied. 

Silence.

"Hell yeah she can!" he finally exclaimed.

"Okay, cool!" I replied in the cheeriest voice I could manage. 'Probably a little too sugary-sweet, but whatever.'

I quickly hung up before things could get awkward. I stared at my phone for a good five minutes before finally calling Heather. The second she picked up, I blurted out a "You're invited" and hung up. I didn't feel like explaining why I sounded so pissed.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and went downstairs. I hugged my mom goodbye and explained that I was just heading over to Rodrick's to hang out, then left.

-AT THE HEFFLEY'S HOME-

I reached up to knock on the door, but before my hand could even make contact with the door, it swung open, revealing a very happy Rodrick.

"Y/N! S'glad you could make it! Food is...wherever you can find it. No alcoholic beverages, due to Greggy and Rowley." he told me. I nodded and gave him a small smile. I opened my mouth to ask where the drinks we could have were, when the sound of Heather and her Pink Ladies, as I like to call them, (Grease reference lmao) filled my ears. Rodrick saw them over my shoulder, and turned his attention over to Heather without a second thought.

I frowned as Rodrick quickly hugged me and rushed over to greet Heather. I scratched the back of my neck and stood there awkwardly as she waved at me and started talking to Rodrick. Finally deciding that I wanted nothing more than for my best friend to be happy, I sucked it up and walked inside.

I walked into the living room and stood there, looking for a familiar face. Suddenly, something much shorter than me slammed into me. I made a small noise of surprise and looked down to see what it was.

Rowley.

I smiled a bit as I gently patted his head. "Hey dude! How's it going?" I asked.

He looked up at me with a grin. "Its-" he started, but was quickly cut off by Greg, who rushed in to make sure Rowley wasn't about to do anything embarrassing.

"Rowley! What are you doing?! She's our ENEMY!" he hissed.

I reached out and grabbed Greg by the shoulder, pulling him into the hug. "Hey hey, bro! I bought ya somethin'." I told Greg as I pulled a new video game he's been wanting for a week now out of my bag. He gave me a look of clear suspicion as I handed him the cased disc.

"What's the catch?" he asked me.

"You gotta let me play a game o' that. Heard it was really freakin' awesome, so I gotta try it out." I told him.

A grin slowly spread across Greg's face. "Alright. Maybe you aren't so bad after all."

"Sweet. Can we go try it out after I get a drink?" I asked.

Greg raised an eyebrow. "What about Rodrick? I thought you two were- like- inseparable!"

I shrug, looking away and shoving my hands in my pockets. "I don't care what he does right now." I said quietly.

"Really? Why-" Rowley started.

"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Greg cut him off.

"Gosh, how'd you figure it out so fast?" I said sarcastically, before going to the kitchen. The first thing I saw when I walked in was Rodrick and Heather talking and laughing their asses off. I stopped walking and frowned. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I realized how close they were. I quickly tried to make a run for it before I was spotted, but one of Rodrick's buddies saw me and called out to me.

"Yo! Y/N!" he yelled. My eyes widened and I slowly turned around.

"Y-Yeah?..." I asked meekly. Rodrick and Heather were staring straight at me.

"Y/N? You good?" Rodrick asks me, seeing that I'm about to cry. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, pulling myself together.

"Yeah, why?" I open my eyes and force a smile as I respond. He shrugs and turns back to Heather. Heather stares at me a few seconds longer, her eyebrow raised, before facing Rodrick again. They go back to talking. I'm seemingly forgotten, so I turn to leave the room. I make it to the living room, when Rodrick's friend gently grabs my shoulder.

"Come with me." I hear him say. And with that, he leads me outside. He sits on the steps of the porch and pats the spot next to him. I hesitantly sit next to him.

"What- What's up?" I ask, curious.

He looks at me with an expression that says 'You Know Exactly What I'm Talking About'.

I sigh. "Alright, alright. It's just that- that- I really really like Rodrick, but it hurts when all I want is for him to be happy and he's all heart-eyes for my best friend, and I don't want him to be with her because I want him to be with me, and I feel like I'm not good enough-" I tell Rodrick's friend. He cuts me off as soon as he hears "Not good enough".

"No. Y/N, listen to me. Look at me." he demands. I look at him, tears (yet again) threatening to spill.

"You are perfect. You are more than enough. Rodrick never shuts the fuck up about you when it's just us guys. And you know what? He likes you. As more than a friend. He told me so. Just, ah, don't tell him I told you that." he says. I giggle slightly at the last bit and nod.

"Thanks, dude... You're fuckin' awesome." I tell Rodrick's friend as I lean in, hugging him and possibly crying into his shoulder. These tears were tears of joy, though.

I pull back when I hear the sound of the door swinging open (and almost hitting me in the head), revealing a confused Rodrick. "Y/N? What's going on?"

I look over at Rodrick's buddy, who simply nods at me and stands up, walking back inside.

Rodrick watches as his friend walks inside, closing the door behind him. When he looks back at me, I pat the empty spot next to me on the steps. "Sit." I tell him.

He slowly sits next to me. "Seriously, are you okay?" he asks me.

I look down at my hands. "I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm not okay." (I promise- ILYSM IF YOU GOT THAT REFERENCE)

"Well, why not?" he questions.

"I like you. I don't want to be your friend. I wanna be your girlfriend, but I also want you to be happy, and it seems like making you happy means getting you and Heather together, or at least just letting you two be together." I say. After a few seconds of silence, I look over to see that Rodrick is simply staring at me with wide eyes.

"Look- I-I'm sorry-" I start as I begin to stand up. Suddenly, my hand is grabbed and I'm pull back down.

"I like you too, as more than a friend. I just never caught onto your hints, apparently. I've been hiding my feelings for you by pretending to like Heather. It seemed easy, but believe me- if I had a dollar for every time I wanted to tell you how I felt, I'd be fuckin' rich." Rodrick tells me.

I smile and quickly lean in, grabbing the sides of Rodrick's face and smashing my lips against his.

"Woo! Go Y/N! I knew you could do it, girl!" I hear Heather call from an open window of the living room.

"YO! RODRICK! CONGRATS, MAN!" Rodrick's band buddies call from the same window.

I turn to Rodrick, and we both just smile.

[artistic-killjoy]

Oh my god your oneshot about Jim was amazing; please write more!

Tysm!! I will absolutely write more! :D

[artistic-killjoy]

(The Doors) Jim Morrison x Fem! reader (SMUT)

I was laying in my bed, my hand between my thighs as I let out soft, breathy moans. "Ohh~ Jim~" I moaned out quietly. 

I pictured Jim, between my legs, thrusting into me, and I fingered myself faster as I felt my orgasm approaching. What I didn't know was that Jim Morrison himself was standing in my doorway, watching as I pleasure myself to the thought of him.

His eyes were wide with shock, and his cock was becoming hard as he heard my lewd moans and saw my dripping entrance, stuffed with two of my fingers. That's when Jim realized he was about to sneeze. He covered his mouth with his arm, hoping to muffle the sound, but it didn't work very well.

My eyes shot open and I sat up straight in a  H E A R T B E A T.

"J-JIM?! WHAT-" I started.

"Maybe try locking the door before deciding to do this, sweetheart." he replied.

I nod slowly, and pull my fingers out of myself, biting my lip to hold back a quiet moan.

Jim walks over to my bed. "How long have you felt this way about me?" he asked.

I sigh. "A while. Close to a year."

Jim nods and I go to slip my pants back on when he stops me. "I... I noticed you never finished?" he says. I nod and give him a confused look.

He gestures to his crotch, and I hesitantly look down, to see an obvious tent in his pants. "As you can see, I wouldn't mind helping you finish." he tells me with a smile.

And so, I, afraid this would never happen again, immediately slid my pants and underwear down, spreading my legs wide. He chuckles at this and slips his pants and underwear off as well, climbing onto the bed between my legs.

"Are you absolutely positive you want this, Y/N?" Jim asks me. I nod quickly.

"Yeah. I've wanted this for a while." I tell him. He smiles.

"Well, I should hope so, because you were moaning my name pretty loud a few minutes ago~"

I blush and moan softly as Jim thrusts into me. He stays still, waiting for me to adjust to his size. Once I grind my hips against him, he starts to slowly move his hips, fucking me. "Mmh~" he moans as I grip his shoulders.

The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with moans and grunts fills the room. Jim speeds up, until he's slamming into me. "Ah~! Jim~" I moan.

As he thrusts in and out of me, he leans forward, kissing and biting my neck gently.

"Jim~ I'm close~!" I cry. He nods and reaches between us to rub my clit, bringing me closer to the edge. I moan loudly as Jim fucks me harder, and I cum on his dick.

He pulls out of me and cums on my stomach. "I'll go get a towel." he tells me as he leaves the room. He comes back a few moments later with a towel and cleans me up.

"That was nice, but what does it make us?..." I ask him.

He smiles at me. "A couple?" I nod happily.

"A couple. I love you, Jim."

"I love you too, Y/N."

And with that, we fell asleep in one another's arms.