#pj farley

[rockwithbibberly]

PJ Farley and Pete Loran of Trixter with Bruno Ravel and Andy Timmons of Danger Danger.

[only-a-heartbeat-away]

Trixter

[rawiswhore]

Various Hair Metal Singers and Musicians/WWF Pro Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "I Want a Woman with Big Titties"

For those reading this fanfiction, you can either choose to ship yourselves with these male hair metal singers or male WWF wrestlers in 1998.

Or both.

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In 1991, there was a hair metal tour involving the bands Slaughter, Trixter, Skid Row, Mr. Big and White Lion performing one by one.

Backstage, you approached the members of those bands in a hallway where they were standing with each other talking to each other.

Some of the members of those bands were the hottest and sexiest ones: Mark Slaughter, PJ Farley and Pete Loran, Mike Tramp, Blas Elias, Rob Affuso, Paul Gilbert and Steve Brown. 

All of those men had their long hair hanging down, Mark’s hair was straight and not tousled (like in the “Fly to the Angels” music video).

Mark looked like this in this fanfiction:

Just the way you like him.

Mike Tramp had his long hair not looking quite so crispy and hairsprayed.

You had big breasts that were the same size as Janet Wood’s breasts in this gif:

As you got closer to those band members, they noticed you and their eyes grew wide seeing your huge breasts under your tight, low cut shirt.

Some of them whistled at you and their mouths smiled looking at your tits.

If they thought that was great, when you stopped walking once you were standing close enough to them for them to touch you, your hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up over your tits to show them your huge tits.

You wore no bra under your shirt.

Those men cheered and clapped seeing you showing them your bare tits.

“You can do almost whatever you want with my tits” you told them. “Squeeze them, jiggle them, fondle them, play with them, suck them”

With smiles on their faces, Mark and PJ reached one of their hands out, placing their hands at the bottom of your breasts and jiggling them like this iconic MTV VMA’s moment:

“Last year I turned 18 years old and graduated high school” PJ Farley admitted. “And teenage boys are infamous for being horny”

That’s actually a true statement about him.

“Are you still horny?” you asked PJ.

“Of course!” he replied.

“They’re meaty, beaty, big and bouncy!” Mark stated with a smile on his face when both of his hands reached below your breasts and jiggled them like when Diana Ross touched Lil’ Kim’s breast at the 1999 MTV VMA’s.

Many of those musicians and singers reached their arms and hands out, with smiles on their faces they were squeezing your breasts and fondling them, some of them leaned their faces closer to your tits to suck your nipples.

Right now you’re wishing you had water so you could pour it over your breasts, even if your breasts were covered by a shirt.

While hair metal did dwindle in popularity, you actually wish you could take the sexiest wrestlers from any wrestling company and these sexy hair metal singers and musicians, group them all together and flash these men your bare breasts and invite them to play with them.

Guns N Roses were probably the most popular band of the late 80’s and early 90’s (before Nirvana and Pearl Jame came out of course), some of the members of Guns N Roses could’ve been there grabbing your tits.

If it’s male WWF wrestlers you want…

In 1998, there was a wrestling storyline in the WWF where you increased your breast size to compete with WWF diva Sable.

On a “Monday Night Raw” episode that aired in 1998, during the same time you had huge breasts because of a WWF storyline you were involved in, you were standing in the locker room backstage with Triple H, Shawn Michaels and Val Venis.

Triple H didn’t have facial hair in this moment and he had his long hair hanging down.

During this moment, you were standing in front of Triple H, Shawn and Val where the camera was filming behind you.

You lifted your shirt up and showed your big breasts to Triple H, Shawn and Val.

The 3 of them whistled and applauded when you showed them your tits, smiling from ear to ear.

If that wasn’t all, you told them they could do what they wanted to do with your breasts.

You invited them to squeeze them, play with them, jiggle them, fondle them and suck them.

During this WWF storyline, you didn’t really have huge breasts, you stuffed under your shirt.

The camera swerved sideways to film you on the side, but the camera showed a huge green D Generation X censorship in front of your chest like this:

With smiles on their faces, Triple H’s, Shawn’s and Val’s hands reached out and squeezed your breasts, their hands also put at the bottom of your tits and jiggled them.

Val and Triple H leaned their faces closer and sucked your breasts, but the green D Generation X censorship sign was covering their faces and your breasts.

You wish other wrestlers were with you in the locker room in this moment, like Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, ECW’s Nova, Al Snow if he didn’t have a handlebar moustache, Scott Hall and others.

You also wish some hot hair metal singers and musicians and other different sexy men could be in this locker room seeing and playing with your breasts.

[metal-sludge]

TRIXTER (1983 - present) | RAW, June 1991.

[slavet0thegrind]

[iamdavysixx]

Trixter - One in a Million

Song:

Brand Image - Love In A Summer Night

[shandidellamorte]

SO KUARANTINE IS PRETTY DAMN SWEET AND COMPLETELY DEVOTED TO 80'S KISS

[classicrockstoryteller]

His Devil

PJ Farley x Reader

a/n: Happy Halloweennnnnn! 💀🎃👻

tags: @slavet0thegrind @markslaughtershands @slashscowboyboots @lost-in-the-80s @shelickedthebeater

warnings: profanity, smut, unprotected sex (bag it before you tag it kids!)

prompt & credits: 13. “I thought you agreed I should wear this costume to the party tonight?” “Oh I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind”

For a few weeks now Pete and Steve have been planning a Halloween Party. Costumes, games, candy, spiked punch... if you didn't know any better it was gonna be like those parties you and PJ used to sneak out to in high school. Regardless, Mark had come down with the flu and couldn't attend the party.

Win-win.

And while the two were hyping up their upcoming party, PJ refused to let you go out and buy a costume, insisting he had the perfect one and it would be a surprise the night of the party.

“C’mon, babe, you’re not even gonna let me sneak a peek?”

“No! Not until Sunday!”

“But PJ!”

“Baby, do you trust me?”

“If it’s one of those hotdog costumes again, PJ, I swear...”

“It’s not, don’t worry.”

You had no choice but to wait. It's not like you didn't search for the hidden costume, because you did. Just like a child searching for Christmas presents before their parents had the chance to wrap them. You had searched the entire house and searched it well, wherever he was hiding them, they weren't here.

And so you carved pumpkins and helped Pete hang up some pumpkin-shaped lights while PJ and Steve worked on making some spiked apple cider.

"Hey, you guys remember the year that Mark got his head stuck in a pumpkin?" Steve spoke up and a smile found its way onto your face at the memory.

"Yeah, that was also the party where you guys told him to bob for apples but they were all tomatoes." PJ snorted at your words.

"It's not our fault that we were so drunk we couldn't tell if the red and green things were apples or tomatoes."

"PJ," You smiled at him with a shake of your head, "You guys hadn't even started drinking yet."

"Oh... OH!" The realization hit him, "Then what did we do with the apples?"

"There wasn't any." Pete snorted.

And that's how the rest of the day went. Prepping the house for the party, with lights, drinks, food, and decorations, you got what you could do in the time you had. Telling stories, laughing, and joking. It was one of those days where you felt at peace with everything. You had your boyfriend and your friends, and that's all you needed.

Of course, your boyfriend's secretiveness held up until the night of the party. He was dressed as what he declared was a fallen angel. Wearing a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black shoes paired with some black wings. The lightness of his hair complimented all the dark, and boy he looked amazing.

Then it was your turn, if he was a fallen angel, you were his devil.

Most Devil costumes were cheap and cliche but you could tell PJ put a lot of time into this costume. The red dress you wore hugged your hips and curves, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't look drop-dead gorgeous in it. He paired the dress with some velvet horns and a red tuning fork that had a custom handle.

PJ's jaw dropped the minute you stepped out of the door. His eyes were tracing every one of your curves with desire as a smirk made its way to his lips.

"You ready to go to the party?"

"No."

"What?" You raised a brow, "what's wrong?"

PJ didn't say a word as his eyes traced over the red silk once more.

"I-is it the costume?"

"You could say that." PJ nodded

“I thought you agreed I should wear this costume to the party tonight?”

“Oh I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind," PJ smirked, stepping forward to place his hands on your hips, "You look heavenly, baby. Let's just stay home."

"We promised Pete and Steve that we'd be there..." You trailed off as PJ kissed and nipped at your neck.

"There's always next year," He shrugged, gripping your ass with his hands, "Let's have a party of our own."

"As tempting as your offer sounds, Mr. Farley," you pecked his lips softly, "Pete and Steve are really counting on us to be at the party."

"Baby..." PJ whined

"Two hours, let's stick around for two hours and we can leave."

"Half an hour."

"An hour and a half."

"An hour." PJ's eyes were looking into yours pleadingly, "Please, baby?"

"Deal."

Horror movies playing in one room, Monster Mash playing in another, the party was alive and thriving when the two of you arrived. PJ's hand rested on the small of your back as you talked to Steve who was dressed as a classic werewolf.

Pete was making his rounds, decked out in a vampire costume, if you didn't know any better you would've guessed he was a member of The Lost Boys.

You weren't even half an hour into the party and could feel PJ's hands rubbing your hips softly as you poured yourself a drink. "PJ, someone's gonna see you." You whispered as he shrugged.

"They should mind their own business, then," PJ sighed, "Because all I can think about is getting you home."

"We agreed on an hour," You turned so you were facing him, "Can't you wait a little longer?"

"Making me wait is cruel," He pouted, "I need you now."

"Then take me upstairs."

"What?"

"Take me upstairs." You repeated.

Next thing you know you're pressed against the bathroom door as PJ kissed your neck hungrily, his hands snaking around your back to unzip your dress and let it slip to the floor.

"Fuck, baby," he growled out a moan, "You're so damn stunning, y'know that?" He whispered as you stepped out of your panties.

You gasped as he bent you over the bathroom sink before dropping his pants and boxers.

His lips molded to your neck as he sucked and nipped on your sensitive spot as he slipped his length into you. Moaning, you leaned back into his chest, turning your head so you could press a kiss to his jaw.

His pace was hard and fast, almost emphasizing how bad he needed you since you stepped out of the bedroom door.

Your hands gripped the porcelain sink, knuckles turning white, as he thrusted into you roughly. You could feel that familiar knot in your stomach begin to build up, it wouldn’t be long before you climaxed.

Letting out a guttural moan PJ gripped your hips tighter.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he moaned reaching down to rub your sensitive bud, “My precious girl.”

“Yours.” You moaned, looking at him in the mirror, “All yours, Farley.”

“Fuck.” His groan came out as more of a long whine, hinting he was getting close, “I’m gonna—”

“Me too.”

Your legs shook and your eyes rolled back as you came around his cock, moaning as you felt him release shortly after you.

“Fuck, baby,” He panted, wrapping his arms around your waist, “You’re so perfect.”

“What do you say we go get some of that cider, huh?”

PJ smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’d love that.”