genuinely when you log off and are only exposed to the lives of those around you as god intended you realize how much shit does not matter. i know this is not a hot take but we were not meant to hear every thought, feeling and opinion of people we will never see face to face. it’s so much easier to pile on people for harmless but annoying opinions when you will never have to spend extended time with them.
I was wondering if you could do a Zakk Wylde story? I don't really care too much about the story line, just have sex in it lol. I guess the only request is to make the character sort of shy in it... I hope that this is enough detail, I love you stories tho!💖💖💖
Prompt- a request for a zakk wylde x reader with all smut and minimal plot.
A/N- Sorry for the unnanounced hiatus, I hope this makes up for it!
Warnings- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Unprotected Sex, Catholic guilt, kinda slut shaming if you squint. Sin, just pure sin. also bad grammar
Welp, you hate to say it but goddammit you were feeling needy. Again. And its not like you would ever say it out loud anyway.
You were the type of person to be the horniest but never say shit because you thought that would make you a slut. And with your parents holding extremely traditional values, its not hard to pinpoint where you got your guilt from. You know what they say, Catholic School is the best place to send your child to if you don’t want them to become Catholic.
Which is part of the reason why you hadn’t had sex with your boyfriend Zakk yet. Trust and believe you wanted to. But its the way you viewed sex, for the most part you found it hot. But on the other you were taught that sex was like a procedure only used for making children, its not something the women enjoyed and if you did, you were dirty and a whore for liking something so sacred to be used for your own pleasure.
But you couldn’t help it your boyfriend was so damn fine and him playing his guitar during shows made you so damn horny. You were a grown ass woman with needs, and you wanted to relieve it so bad.
But this damn pillow wasn’t cutting it for you. You tried not to be too loud but your pussy felt so.. achy? Not in a bad way but in “if you even so much as breathe on it I will cum.” type of achy. So much that the pillow case was practically soaked by the time you were through humping it.
And you haven’t even cum yet.
You were figuring out what to do next to gain some relief when Zakk came through the door.
Shame ran through your veins, reddening your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
You tried to do a million things at once, covering yourself, hiding the stained pillow, trying to explain the situation to Zakk. Starting and stopping your own unfinished sentences.
“I didn’t know you were coming home so soon..”
“Im so sorry about the mess..”
“ Im really sorry Ill go and cover myself up.”
You say the last part while going to your shared bathroom, but he caught your arm gently.
“Honey, calm down, you looked pretty hot actually” He said with.a glint in his eyes.
“ Thank you” you tried everything to avoid looking into his eyes because if you did you would melt instantly .
“ You wanna tell me what you were thinking about darling?” His eyes were darker and more intense his hands around your hips. Making you feel safe yet wanted at the same time.
“ I was thinking about your hips pushing into me, making me feel so full, while you hold me close and whisper dirty things into my ear.” You didn’t know what possesed you to say that but with him, every single worry and guilt had evaporated leaving you with one primal emotion. Fuckin’ Horny.
When you spoke those words, it was like you opened pandora’s box of pleasures. And Zakk was more than happy to give to you.
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.
“Come sit right here on my lap while I finger fuck you, honey” You did as you were told, still feeling a bit sensitive after humping the pillow. And the rough demin of his jeans rubbing against your bare clit felt so good.
He took his middle finger and swirled it around your entrance gathering your wetness. His other arm slid across your waist, keeping you from moving. He gave you a passionate kiss, before he rubbed your clit in gentle circles, ELEPHANT
The rhythm he had fingering you felt heavenly with 2 fingers in your wet tight hole sliding in and out, with the heel of his hand continuously smacking against your clit. You were holding on to his arm that was stretched over you, muscles flexing underneath your grip.
“That feels good huh honey? Feels so nice when I finger fuck your little hole like this?” He growled into your ear.
You couldn’t answer with anything except for moans and whimpers. You couldn’t focus on anything except the erotic pleasure that Zakk was giving you.
You were just on the brink of cumming when he pulled his fingers out, leaving you clenching around air. You whined while he undressed, noticing a wet spot you left on his jeans.
“Lay down right here, no its ok honey I know you left a wet spot, don’t worry we’ll leave a bigger one, just relax.” he comforted while putting your ankles around his neck pulling your hips to the edge of the bed so he can hit your sweet spot even deeper.
There were no words to describe the feeling as he pounded in you, it felt so dirty yet so good at the same time. Fuck you were feeling so full and satisfied at the same time. in fact you wouldn’t mind being like this forever. Having nothing to worry about except to cum hard and where to cum. The thought of wetting his face made you shiver around him. Your bodies were almost one, when you react he reacted even harder, creating a push and pull wave effect on both of your pleasures.
You were in constant euphoria whenever he thrusted into you. Your eyes damn near rolling back into your head. He then picked you up and began to fuck you standing up. His thrusts became sloppier and sloppier to the point that you creaming over his cock, shaking in his arms. Within a few more thrusts he became stiff and empited himself inside of you.
You both came down from your high, with him still holding you in his arms. He looked at you with a smirk on his face. “ See what happens when you just relax?’”
i just want to say thank you to my follower new and old. I know what it’s like to be a reader and not have your asks answered or anything updated for months. And i’m sorry for that.
Heyyy mate I was wondering if I could request a David Bowie x reader?? They’re in a relationship and reader loves singing but only when he’s not home bc she’s embarrassed, and one day Bowie walks in on her singing one of his songs (preferably Young Americans but you can pick whatever lol) and is swept away by her voice
Here it is! I am so sorry this took me so long, and that it's so short. It you want me to change anything let me know!
Request- by @soggy-enchilada I was wondering if I could request a David Bowie x reader?? They’re in a relationship and reader loves singing but only when he’s not home bc she’s embarrassed, and one day Bowie walks in on her singing one of his songs (preferably Young Americans but you can pick whatever lol) and is swept away by her voice.
A/N- sorry this took so long my darling, life’s one hell of a knockout.
It was your favorite day of the week-Saturday, in your opinion it was the best day of the week. Which is why you decided to clean the kitchen today in the morning so you had the rest of the day off. To your joy Young Americans began to play by your boyfriend David Bowie.
There was just something about gospel and rock music together that just made you want to sing along with them. Granted you only did it in private where no one else can hear you but you still sang and added your two cents.
(All night)
She wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
(She wants the young American)
(All right)
But she wants the young American
Mind you you can hold a few notes, but nothing like the backing vocals of Luther Vandross or the mind blowing choir powering through the radio, with some absolute soul pouring into your veins.
You thanked the Lord that David wasn’t home. You could’ve never sing in front of him or anyone for that matter you just weren’t good enough.
But, by a string of luck, David thought otherwise. he stood in the door frame of the kitchen listening to your voice. Sure it wasn’t the most polished of voices, but it was beautiful hearing you get lost in the music, fully enjoying yourself.
That made it all the more wonderful to hear.
All night
He wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
(He wants the young American)
(All right) All right
He wants the young American
You had nearly jumped out of our skin when you heard David joined in on your singing. Damn near dropping the spray bottle.
“David! How many times do I have to tell you to say something when you enter the room. Just walking around here like a damn ghost.” you said while you turned down the radio a bit so he can hear you.
“ I’m sorry darling, you just sounded so beautiful I just didn’t want to interrupt.”He chided back.
“Ha!”
“Im serious, Y/N you sounded wonderful to me.” He said while wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your nose.
“In fact...”
“In fact..?” Oh, Lord you knew that whenever he started a sentence with “in fact” you knew that he always was up to something 99% of the time his plans involving you.
“How would feel If you were to be on backing vocals for a new song I’m writing?”
Request-I was curious if you could do something where the reader has a panic attack and Freddie is the only one who can calm them down??
Warnings- descriptons of anxiety and panic attacks, reader has a panic attack, comfort. please do not read this if this will trigger you.
A/N- as a person who has anxiety and has had panic attacks before, please look after yourself.
Whenever you get like this, you felt like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. Always late for something, always missing something. And, as usual so much to do with such little time.
For starters, you were working on two projects at the same time one for your ethics class and the other for your physics class. So of course you were working nonstop on it, so much that you pulled an. all nighter and fell asleep during your math quiz. Pencil stuck to your cheek.
And on top of that the university called you and said that your balance is over due and you can’t register for classes next semester, Until it is paid in full.
Now this was the absolute cherry on top.
So as any honest girl you began to cry.
It’s not just a bad day but a bad..semester. Matter of fact bad first year of college. Not many friends, not many good grades and student debt.
You decided to calm yourself with some tea, but you couldn’t find the teapot. This had you opening doors and cabinets some of them scraping your knee. You finally found it on the top shelf in the cabinet above the sink, you were almost grasping its ornate handle when-
CRASH
it fell and split into a million pieces in the sink. Tears were flowing freely now, you foolishly had your shaky hands trying to pick up the small but sharp pieces, cutting your hand in the process. Your pain grew sharper when you realized who’s teapot it belonged to.
It was Freddie’s.
Your Flatmate.
Who would be home any minute now.
Thats when it started. Your heart started to beat so fast that it skipped a couple of beats. You started to shake in your arms. So you just slid down the counter.Your brain wasn’t making sense of anything, not the keys jingling, not the heeled footsteps coming toward you. Your shaking couldn’t stop even when Freddie wrapped his arms around you.
You see this wasn’t the first time you have had a panic attack in front of him the first time was last year, when you found out your ex boyfriend was cheating on you..nonetheless with your sister.
So Freddie knew that the best way to calm you down was to just hold you until you had a clear head.
This made you calm down a little, feeling his presence. His chest rising and falling against your ear, his. fingers stroking your arm and his scent fading into your nose.
“My dear.. you know I care for you dearly and will never leave you no matter what, no matter what I am always here for you.”
