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I can deal with sexual frustration to a point. But then I discovered your blog. And oh my fucking god there is no dealing with the feelings. Holy fuck.
[admin is awoken from slumber] Ah thank you! Glad you enjoy the blog anon ;p
the middle-aged tramps do the E Street dance and everything’s alright (x)
I know you've had a bad day. So rather than E Street sex, have some E Street goofiness.
That third pic - holy shit! Those hips!
*Muffled fangirl screaming in the distance*
brucefics.tumblr.com exists!
The lovely anon has created a new blog where you can post and read fics to your hearts content so GO FOLLOW! :)
It appears this lovely person has gotten stuck on our blog. XD We welcome you, my darling. Do your best to keep your sanity intact while enjoying our complete lack thereof.
Hi beautiful people! :) no Bruce fanfiction on the horizon?
Hellooooo anon! Not at the moment it looks like - other people write them apart from us and there has been some controversy so we will have to see what occurs. Hang on in there :p xxx
Am I the only one tempted to put my finger in that little hole in his shirt and tear it?
I bet it’s on fire!
who said that
I feel like I'm in Night Vale :') Okay everyone needs to take cover in 3, 2, 1...
Your blog is making my head spin. Why is Bruce so fucking sexy???
We will put the question to our team of expert scientists, hang on in there for an in depth answer :')
No one wants to read such fanfics!!! That's disgusting. I appreciate Bruce and his good looks too but these stories go way to far. Imagine him reading this and think what weird and stupid fans he has. Please stop for Gods sake!!
Really? No one wants to read them? Because… people read them. Maybe they have a gun to their heads?
Okay, you want to get real? I get what you mean. I do. I usually have a problem with fanfiction written about real people, because yeah, it is kind of disrespectful. But considering how most of us that write it have also written novels about how much we respect him, how much he’s inspired us and how he’s part of who we are now, I think it takes a lot more than a few smutty fanfics written just for fun to downgrade us to people who don’t respect him. Maybe you don’t agree, but hopefully, this is part of your journey to discover that not everyone agrees with you.
Also, if you don’t want to read it, don’t read it, and maybe then you can get off your high anon horse and out of my askbox.
Edit from a different admin: obviously people aren't going to have the same opinion about this, because it's controversial, but read more breaks have become a thing that's used so people don't have to even see them if they don't click on them. I know the Bowie fandom has a page totally dedicated to this sort of thing. We all respect Bruce. Bruce Springsteen saved my fucking life and helped me stand back on my own two feet after I went to hell and back. I owe everything to him. Yeah, people are going to think we don't respect him but they couldn't be more wrong. In conclusion, we appreciate others' opinions, but there are plenty on the other side too. If you don't like a thing, don't read the thing. People who do like a thing can read the thing, and we can all co-exist peacefully :)
Real men wear pink, bitches.
Why is he dressed like Justin Beiber?
BECAUSE HE'S BRUCE FUCKING SPRINGSTEEN AND HE CAN PULL THIS SHIT OFF
Bruce Springsteen’s hands, part 4.
WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS
Those hands would look better on my -
who said that
Submitted fanfic under the cut, nsfw, I'm sure you know the drill!
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A submitted fanfiction (so nsfw it hurts) based on these posts:
"Imagine Bruce Springsteen smiling when you tell him you named your vibrator Bruce"
"Imagine Bruce Springsteen telling you that vibrator is nothing compared to the real thing. And then asking you if you want to find out."
Did Bruce fucking Springsteen really just ask you that?! You can’t imagine how red your cheeks are. “S-sure,” you finally manage to stutter. This can’t be real.
"You live around here?" Bruce asks, casually. You look at him slightly puzzled.
"No, I’m staying at a hotel. Wh-"
"Did you bring it with you? The vibrator," he asks. Then he smirks . "I bet you did. You were probably gonna use it after the show tonight. Am I right?"
Oh my god. Of course you brought it with you. You can’t see Bruce and NOT feel sexually frustrated afterwards. Being a single woman was a hard task after all! You feel slightly embarrassed and let out a pent up breath. “Yes, I brought it,” you mutter.
Bruce grins. After getting the hotel info from you, he grabs you by the arm and starts walking. At least it’s only a short distance away because you can barely keep your mind on stumbling along next to him.
You arrive at the hotel and press the button to the elevator. After what feels like forever, it finally opens. Bruce allows you to step inside first, before going in. The elevator doors barely have time to close before he has you pressed up against them, a hand on either side next to your head, almost putting his full body weight on you. You weren’t expecting that and give a little shriek.
"You know, darlin, I have half a mind to stop this elevator and have my way with you right now," he breathes, his hand now dancing around the emergency stop button. You feel like you’re going to go into cardiac arrest as he stares into your eyes. Finally he leans in and kisses you. Just soft and sweet. You figure he’s saving everything else for the room. That thought only makes you more excited.
The elevator rings, signaling you’re at your floor. Bruce pulls back and smiles. “Lead the way,” he says, putting his hand on the small of your back and giving you a gentle push out of the elevator.
With all the thoughts running through your head, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the room. You fumble through your purse and stick the room key in with shaking hands.
You push through the door and Bruce is right behind you, taking a quick look around before muttering, “Bedroom. Now.” Cutting right to the chase? You can deal with that. You were already way beyond turned on.
You nod and walk into the bedroom stopping and looking back at Bruce who was just leaning in the doorway. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your life? Black button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, hugging him in all the right places. Those god forsaken tight jeans, that have done nothing but frustrate you for years. And that motherfucking bulge. You feel yourself shudder involuntarily. That bulge has been the cause of indecent thoughts for as long as you can remember. But tonight’s different. You don’t need indecent thoughts because the real thing is standing right in front of you. You look back up at Bruce’s face. He looks at you expectantly and says, “Get the vibrator.”
You swallow audibly and walk over to your suitcase, pulling it from a side pocket. You turn around and step directly into Bruce’s chest. How did he get right behind you so fast? You show him the vibrator and he smirks. Surely the vibrator wouldn’t be any competition compared to him.
"Okay, now you’re gonna show me."
"Show you?," you squeak.
"You’re gonna show me what you do when you think about me. How you fuck yourself and pretend I’m the one inside you."
You’re already shaking with want and need. Bruce grabs your waist and pulls you into him. Kissing you slowly at first, but it’s not before long that you feel his tongue against your lips, warm and wet. You let him in and Jesus Christ, your knees start to go weak. In the middle of kissing, you feel his hands on the button of your pants as he slowly undoes it, not missing a beat with his tongue. Next comes the zipper and you allow him to start sliding your jeans down your legs. His fingers slightly graze over your panties, feeling how wet you are. You moan into his mouth and he smiles. He tears your underwear off and you’re suddenly feeling very vulnerable. He breaks the kiss.
"Okay, you’re up," he says breathlessly. He gives you a little push towards the bed.
You’re apprehensive as you sit on the bed. You’ve never had an audience before. “Should I take this off?,” you ask, indicating to your shirt.
"No, I’ll take care of that later," he replies, his chest still heaving from the kiss.
You lay back on the pillows and slowly spread your legs, painfully aware of the groan that escapes his lips when you do so. That makes you want to come right then and there. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and put the vibrator to your clit. You turn it on and almost yelp in surprise. You must be more sensitive than you thought. You slowly move it around, your hips bucking in effect.
After teasing yourself for a minute, you move the toy to your opening. You hesitantly plunge it in as your mouth forms a perfect o. You imagine Bruce as you have so many times before. It was Bruce teasing you, Bruce inside you now. “Oh my god,” you moan. It hasn’t even been 2 minutes and you’re already almost finished. “Fuck, Bruce,” you ground out between clenched teeth. Your ministrations speed up and you start getting louder. “Bruce!” You scream. You’re getting closer and closer and suddenly the vibrator is taken from your grasp.
You open your eyes in surprise and Bruce is leaning over you. His eyes have darkened and there’s sweat along his brow. You whimper at the sudden loss of pleasure.
"That thing doesn’t get to make you come. That’s what I’m here for." His voice is husky and you feel like you could pass out at any moment. He rips your shirt off and the bra is even quicker to come off. Jesus Christ all he basically had to do was look at it. His eyes roam all over you like you’re the most perfect person in the world. How could he possibly think that when he’s the definition of perfection? Now’s not the time to question these things.
He stand up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Fuck, he’s such a tease. He then removes it and reveals a glorious, flawless chest. You want to reach up and touch it, but he shakes his head. “Not yet.” Next the jeans get unbuttoned but he takes forever doing that as well. He’s purposely trying to drive you insane. That much is clear. Once the zipper is undone, you’re practically shaking in anticipation. He pulls the jeans down his legs and your eyes go wide. Now you know the answer to your question. Bruce Springsteen does not wear underwear. And at that moment, you’ve never been happier.
Once he’s fully undressed, he starts to get on be bed. “Wait.” He looks at you, confused. “I want to look at you,” you blush. If Bruce Springsteen is naked in front of you, you want to take a god damn minute to appreciate him. He stands up. He is god’s gift to women. My god. His hair slightly messed up. The underbite is just the most amazing sight. His muscular chest and arms surely are a sight to behold. His lower abdomen. And then his cock. Holy fuck. There are no words. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. “Come here.” He climbs on top of you and you can feel his erection against you. You shift, trying to create some kind of friction.
"Not so fast," he grins. "This is my time." You gulp. He starts kissing down your body and you shiver. He kisses just above your belly button, and lower still. He kisses your inner thighs and you groan wanting him to kiss right where you need it. He opens your legs and licks around your entrance, teasing you mercilessly.
"Oh fuck. Bruce," you breathe. "Please." He stops, and you’re just about to start pleading with him, when he shoves his tongue inside. You scream and your hands land in his hair, pushing him into you further. Your hips buck up and he uses his hands to hold you down. How could someone be so good at this? He looks up at you, still licking, and the sight makes you want to die. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You start whimpering which turns into more screaming. "Christ, Bruce, I’m almost there." Then he stops.
He comes back up to you and kisses your mouth. “Oh my god, why?” You ask. No one could be that cruel. He laughs that adorable laugh of his.
"You didn’t think I would finish you like that, did you?"
You can’t even answer. You just want him inside you so bad. He kisses you again, his tongue pushing against yours. When you start getting into the kiss, that’s when he does it. You feel him start to enter you and you break the kiss, groaning against his lips.
He finally pushes all the way inside you and stops for a minute, making what sounds like a pained noise. “What’s wrong?” You question.
"God, baby, you’re so tight." He starts moving within you again. You don’t know how long you’re going to last. He starts thrusting slow and deep. You throw your head back. My god this is good. You’ve never felt anything like it. "Bruce," you whisper.
He kisses you again, his thrusts speeding up. Tasting his tongue and having him inside you is just the perfect combination. He grips your hips, fingertips sinking into your skin. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in again. You scream, wrapping your legs around his waist. By now, your chanting his name, coming closer and closer to climax. You open your eyes and stare into his. It’s the most erotic sight, watching the face of someone fucking you. It seems that Bruce had been intent on watching you the entire time.
He starts thrusting into you with renewed zest as he brings his hand in between you. His fingers land on your clit as he starts rubbing furiously.
"Come for me," he growls. By this time, your panting and his hand just feels so good. You scream his name out and come like you never have before.
He’s still thrusting, slowly now, letting you ride out the waves of the best orgasm you’ve ever had. After a minute or two, you open your eyes. “I want to watch you come,” you tell him.
He looks at you, obviously turned on by the statement and nods. His thrusts pick up speed again and he’s gripping your hips like he never wants to let you go, which is just fine with you.
You watch him closely. His eyes close and he gives a few more thrusts before he finally stills and you can feel him inside you. He groans. “Fuck,” you manage to speak. He’s absolutely stunning. He collapses against you and kisses your eyelids, your cheek, and your mouth, running his hands down your body. “So, who wins? Me or the vibrator,” he asks, jokingly.
"What vibrator?" You smile.
I think my boyfriend read this blog, just had the best cunnilingus ever...
Congrats ;) haha xx
