The Lone Writer

Kat (she/her) | Alive since 1994| Writing to ignore my responsibilities and reality | A03: the_lone_writer

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Masterlist

Fandoms I write for...

TV Shows: Supernatural, Burn Notice, The Sopranos, The Boys, Broadwalk Empire

Films: Late Night with the Devil (2023), The Covenant (2006), Back to the Future, Ghost World (2001), Devour (2005), Airheads (1994), Reservoir Dogs (1992), American Satan (2017), The Casserole Club (also known as Sex, Lies, and Sugar - 2011)

Music/Bands: Pantera, Down, L.A. Guns

Contents Page *Links to the fics below*

TV Shows:

Supernatural:

Wanted Dead or Alive (Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

Cherry Pie (Dean x Cas x OC)

The Damned and Doomed (Dean x Female Reader)

Heartbreaker (Dean x Virgin Female Reader)

The Boys: Unholy (Soldier Boy x Female OC)

The Sopranos: Tainted Love (Tony Blundetto x Female OC) [Part 1] [Part 2]

Burn Notice: High Voltage (Sam Axe x Female OC)

Broadwalk Empire:

Fire and Ice (Nucky Thompson x Female Reader)

Electric Love (Nucky Thompson x You Female Reader)

Films:

Devour (2005): Haunted (Jake Gray x Female OC) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

The Covenant (2006): Forsaken (Chase Collins x Caleb Danvers)

Late Night with the Devil: The Devil in the Mirror (Jack Delroy x Female OC)

Back to the Future: Power of Love (Marty McFly x Jennifer Parker)

Ghost World (2001): Returning Ghosts (Enid x Seymour) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Reservoir Dogs (1992): Miss Hellfire (Mr Pink x Female OC) [Part 1] [Part 2]

Airheads (1994): Red Hot (Rex x Female Reader)

American Satan (2017): Rebel Love Song (Vic Lakota x (You) Female Reader)

The Casserole Club (also known as Sex, Lies, and Sugar - 2011): Bring Me To Life (Jerome Holleran x Female OC)

Music/Bands:

L.A. Guns: I'm Addicted (Kelly Nickels x Female Reader)

Down: So Into You (Rex Brown x Female Reader) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Pantera:

We'll Meet Again (Rex Brown x Female Reader)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Youth & Whiskey (Rex Brown x Virgin Female Reader)

5 Minutes Alone (Rex Brown x Female Reader)

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Forsaken

Chase Collins x Caleb Danvers (M/M)

The Covenant (2006)

Summary: After the night of the Bonfire party, in an attempt to get to know his peers Chase invites Caleb over to his dorm to hang out. However, as the night progresses things get steamy.

Age rating: 18+ Mature content

Word count: 1,821

Gif credits goes to multi-fandommaniac and nestito702 on Tumblr

Note: The gif on the second row (left) is from the show Political Animals. The others are from The Convenant (2006)

Caleb stalks through the hallway as his eyes scanned the perimeter before him. He often wondered why the campus was always so dimly lit, after all, he knew of the insane amounts of money students’s parents had invested into this place.

So why couldn’t the institution still afford lighting?

Finally, he paused at the end of the hallway. His gaze fixated on the dorm number that was etched onto the door, as his fist connected amongst it.

Moments later, the door flung wide open and he was greeted by Chase Collins. He wore a forest green T-shirt, paired with light blue jeans, and a silver chain that hung from the loops.

“Hey, man.” Chase said.

“Hey,” Caleb muttered. He hadn’t told any of the guys that he was hanging out with Chase Collins tonight, especially Pogue.

Caleb didn’t want to get in the middle of things, and with the brief encounter he had had with Chase the other night. He thought Chase seemed friendly enough, however, his gut was telling him that there was something about him. Which he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Chase side-stepped and allowed Caleb to cross over the threshold and into his room. As Caleb inspected his room, posters were hung up on various spots across his walls, ranging from Linkin Park to Papa Roach. His bed sat in the centre of the room, with the duvet crumbled up at the end of the bed. A wooden dresser sat against the wall which led to the bathroom. Cardboard boxes were scattered across the room, with clothes overflowing from them.

“I’m still unpacking, it’s been a bitch.” Chase said, as he stepped into the dorm room. He kicked aside a few boxes, “here, sit-”

Awkwardly Caleb sunk himself down onto the bed and adjusted his position. His eyes laid upon the TV before him, which was propped onto a black TV unit, beneath it was an Xbox 360 and stacks of games and CDs just laid adjacent.

Caleb’s attention fixated on a particular game as he leaned forward. “Oh sweet dude, is that the new Gears of War?” He asked.

Chase nodded. “Yeah, you wanna play?”

“Dude, yeah!”

Chase knelt down as he fumbled with something, as Caleb’s eyes followed his. He noticed that a mini fridge was beneath Chase’s desk. He withdrew two cans of beer and stepped towards Caleb. “But first,” he said and handed a can to Caleb.

“Oh my god, how did you get all this cool stuff in here?”

Chase shrugged. “My parents invested a lot of money into this school. I can pretty much do whatever.”

Caleb flashed a smile. “Nice.” He opened the can of beer and took a long gulp, before setting it down on the ground.

Then, Chase handed him the game consoles. “Scoot over.” He said, as he sat himself down on the bed beside Caleb.

Their bodies pressed against each other side by side, on the single bed.

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Unsure of how much time had passed, which based on the empty cans of beer that were now dispersed on the ground. Caleb knew that it had to have been a few hours. Chase had also suggested that they move onto something stronger. In which, he had fished out a bottle of whiskey.

Caleb began to feel lightheaded, as his vision blurred and he tried his hardest to focus on the game.

“Dude, come on!” Chase yelled.

“I’m kicking your ass, bro.” Caleb commented. Just then, Chase watched as his avatar being blown to bits. He cursed, and flung the console aside. “And, that’s how you do it!” Caleb teased.

“Alright, you were able to beat me in that game- but trust me, you wouldn’t be able to in real life.” Chase commented, as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey and handed it to Caleb.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I bet I can kick your ass too in real life.”

Chase’s eyes widened. “Oh really?” He challenged, and then playfully punched Caleb in the arm.

Caleb’s hand jerked, and the whiskey spilled out. He immediately set it down. “That wasn’t fair, bro- I wasn’t ready.”

Suddenly, Caleb shot up as he grabbed Chase by the neck. Abruptly, Chase pinned Caleb down. Chase’s hand gripped around Caleb’s wrist as he tried to fight against the force.

To Caleb’s surprise, Chase was definitely a lot stronger than he looked. Chase grunted, as he continued to pin Caleb down. As Caleb wrapped his leg around Chase’s waist, hoping to try to flip him around.

“Give it up, Danvers.” Chase declared.

Caleb thrashed beneath Chase, as Chase pressed his arm across Caleb’s chest pushing him down further into the bed.

Finally, Caleb gave up. His breathing quickened and he laid motionless beneath Chase. It was then, that his eyes locked with Chase’s crystal blue eyes.

Chase’s lips parted, as his chest heaved. He shifted in his position, as he remained hovering over Caleb. His hand glided along Caleb’s chest as he wrapped his hand around his throat.

Caleb exhaled, his heartbeat pounded against his chest. He swallowed the lump in his throat, as he found his fingers entwined in the ends of Chase’s shirt.

The thought of being with another man had never crossed Caleb’s mind before, however, he couldn’t deny that he felt a pull towards Chase.

Caleb tugged at Chase’s shirt, in which Chase took it as an indication. He lowered himself down onto Caleb, just when their lips were about to touch, Caleb pulled back.

Immediately, Chase distanced himself from Caleb. “I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“No, it’s not that-” Caleb began, and shook his head. “I’ve never done this before… with a guy.” He added.

Chase pursed his lips. “Don’t be scared.” He whispered, as his hand cupped Caleb’s face. “I’ll teach you.” He said, and smiled deviously.

Caleb gulped, as he wrapped his arms around Chase’s neck and pulled him close towards him. Their mouths collided, and Caleb’s lips parted, as Chase slipped his tongue inside Caleb’s mouth.

Caleb released a moan, and felt the urgency rising in his veins. He pulled Chase closer into him. Chase planted both his hands on each side of Caleb’s face as he pressed his body down into him. He grunted, as their tongues continued to dance with each other’s.

Then, Chase’s hand slowly slithered down Caleb’s body as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans.

Caleb’s arched his back as he moaned from beneath Chase’s touch.

Chase stopped the kiss, which left Caleb wanting more. He wiped the corners of his mouth.

Slowly, Chase slithered down Caleb’s body, occasionally he stared up at him through his eyelashes as he gazed at him with a devious stare.

Chase paused above Caleb’s crotch, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and then slowly unbuckling his belt.

Caleb released another moan, as Chase’s hand grabbed down onto Caleb’s bulge. “Oh my god.” Caleb squirmed in pleasure.

Chase continued to stroke his bulge, as he gently undid Caleb’s pants, before pulling down his briefs. His cock was already hard, Chase’s hand glided up and down Caleb’s cock, and his breathing quickened as he spread his legs wider and pushed his hips up.

The sight of Caleb caused a delight in Chase, knowing that at this moment he was all his. And then, Chase licked his lips as he lowered himself down onto Caleb, his hand grabbed the base of his cock. Chase spat onto Caleb’s cock, his warm saliva dripped down the shaft of his penis. Then, Chase opened his mouth, as he began to suck. His hand cupped Caleb’s balls as he fondled with them.

Caleb’s gripped down onto the edge of the pillow as he continued to moan and thrive beneath Chase’s touch. He had obviously gotten a blowjob before, but this time was clearly different. Chase definitely knew his way around.

Caleb’s fingers found its way entwined in Chase’s hair, as he pressed his head down. He heard the muffled sounds of gagging, which he immediately released his hold on Chase’s head.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Caleb said.

Chase stared up at him, his mouth completely stained with Caleb’s precum. The corners of his eyes were a little watery. “It’s okay, you’re a really big boy, aren’t you?” He smirked.

The remark caused Caleb to blush.

Abruptly, Caleb sat up. He extended his hands and hurriedly undid Chase’s pants, tugging violently. “Woah, easy there.” Chase commented, as he cupped Caleb’s chin tilting his head up as their eyes locked. “How badly do you want me inside of you?”

Caleb swallowed the lump in his throat. “Very badly.” He pleaded.

“Take off your shirt.” Chase ordered, immediately, Caleb did as he was told.

Chase shoved Caleb back down onto the bed, as he removed his jeans and shirt, casting them aside. He climbed onto the bed, as he gripped onto Caleb’s ankles pushing his legs wide apart.

Then, Chase reached over towards his bedside drawer, as he yanked open the top drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube and a condom.

He squeezed the bottle of lube and then pressed against Caleb’s ass, his fingers massaged his entrance. Caleb released another moan.

Once, Chase had placed the rubber onto himself he closed the gap between them. His face just a mere inch away from Caleb’s.

Immediately, Caleb closed the distance between them, as his mouth found Chase’s. And then, Caleb felt Chase slowly enter inside of him.

“Oh god.” The pleasurable words were being released from Caleb’s lips.

At first, Chase’s thrusts were slow, he buried his face into the side of Caleb’s neck, as he heard Chase’s muffled grunts.

Caleb’s hands caressed Chase’s back as his fingernails dug deep into his bare skin. The urgency was enough for Chase to thrust harder into him. The headboard banged violently against the plaster wall, and they knew it’d definitely leave a dent.

Caleb bit down on his lower lip, as Chase continued to slam his cock into his tight entrance repeatedly. Chase closed his eyes, as he gripped onto the edge of the headboard for support.

“Chase.” Caleb moaned, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ as he felt himself edging closer towards release.

“Are you gonna come?” Chase asked.

Caleb nodded.

Chase thrust harder and faster into him, and moments later Caleb came. He cried in pleasure, his chest heaving.

Just then, Chase removed his cock from Caleb. His body quivered, and Caleb immediately sat up. Tore off the rubber, and placed his mouth around Chase’s hardened cock. He continued to suck onto Chase, as he pressed Caleb’s head down further into him, as he released into Caleb’s mouth.

Chase exhaled, as he withdrew away from Caleb. He smirked as Caleb’s mouth was full of his cum.

“Now, that’s a pretty little sight.” Chase said, as his thumb grazed over Caleb’s lips.

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I either don't write a new fanfic for 10 months, and then write a new one in one day. There is no in between.

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Bring Me To Life

Jerome Holleran x Female OC (F/F)

The Casserole Club (also known as Sex, Lies, and Sugar) 2011 movie

Summary: Bree von Berg is a single innocent naive early 20s woman, who had just moved next to Jerome Holleran several weeks ago in hopes to become a writer. The thing is Bree has been feeling certain things for Jerome, and she can’t quite understand her feelings. Jerome then introduces her to the Casserole Club, the only thing is Bree von Berg has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.

Age rating: 18+ Mature content

Word count: 1,788

“Jerome, what were you thinking inviting her to the group.” Sugar snarled, as she took another sip of her martini.

Jerome shrugged. “I’ve known her a couple of weeks, she just moved into the house next door. I think she’s pretty far out.”

Marybelle slumped herself down onto the empty seat opposite Jerome. “She’s not even married, it’s weird for her to be here.”

“Oh, come on- just give her a chance.” Jerome protested.

“And, Leslie doesn’t think it’s strange?” Marybelle asked.

Jerome’s red painted fingertip traced along the circle of the cup, “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. After all, nothing counts in this club.” She said, as her gaze glanced over to Sugar.

Immediately, Sugar avoided her stare, knowing exactly just what Jerome was implying. Just then, Bree stalked into the room. Jerome’s eyes immediately wandered up and down on Bree’s body.

Bree wore a flowy yellow dress that reached down to her knees, her long redhair was held by a gold hair pin. Bree wasn’t too fond of makeup, and only had a thin layer of black eyeliner on her top eye lids, followed by a nude pink lipgloss painted across her lips.

Bree felt Jerome’s piercing beautiful cerulean eyes upon her, which caused her to blush.

“It’s getting kind of late… maybe I should think about heading back home.” Bree announced.

Abruptly, Jerome shot up from her seat as she stepped over towards Bree. “Of course not, the fun is just beginning.”

“She’s right, darlin’,” Sugar added, her speech had begun to slur as she took another gulp of her martini, draining the entire contents of it.

Bree had no idea what that meant, she had assumed they had planned some games or something. After several moments of hesitation, she figured that she would at least stay, after all, there wasn’t much for her to go home to. Except to a typewriter with empty pages, her writer’s block certainly had been kicking her in the butt.

“Hmm, I guess I can stay a bit longer then.” Bree agreed.

Jerome wrapped her arm around Bree, as her hand glided affectionately up and down on Bree’s waist. Her body was pressed against Jerome, and she could smell the sweetness of her perfume radiating off of Jerome’s body.

Bree bit down on her lower lip, as she tried to shake away the thought.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll bring out a pitcher of margaritas.” Jerome said to Bree.

“Oh, I shouldn’t- I’ve had so much to drink already.” Bree objected.

“Come on, just relax.” Sugar added.

Bree hesitated for a few moments, and then said. “Alright, then.”

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Bree had lost track of the time, however she had noticed that the pitcher of margaritas was now empty. Her head felt light and her body began to feel weightless.

She had taken off her shoes and flung her legs onto the sandy brown couch, her head rested on her hand as she stared into Jerome’s beautiful eyes. There was something so mesmerizing about her.

“So, tell me about this book you’re writing?” Jerome asked.

“Oh, there’s not much to tell,” Bree responded, “I just can’t even seem to get past the first chapter without tearing out the page and starting all over again.”

“I’ve never been much of a writer, but I always know that having new experiences is what channels our lives.” Jerome said, her gaze softened and she smiled sweetly.

All of a sudden, Bree heard the sound of moans coming from the afar. Her head cocked behind her, “What was that?” She questioned.

Jerome cleared her throat. “It’s nothing,” she answered, and then she immediately stood up, “I’m going to put on some music.”

She stalked towards the television unit, in the corner of the unit sat a record player. Jerome knelt down as she inspected the rows of records beneath. Her fingertip glided across the records, before she paused at one. She pulled it out and plopped the record onto the player. Which, then followed the sounds of Call on Me by Janis Joplin.

Jerome turned to face Bree, “I love this song… will you dance with me?”

Taken aback, Bree hesitated. “Hmm-”

Jerome stalked towards Bree as she took her hands into her own. “It’s okay, come on.”

Bree smiled as she allowed Jerome to take her into her arms. Jerome placed both her hands on Bree’s hips. As they slowly swayed, it wasn’t long before Bree then wrapped her arms around Jerome neck pulling her closer towards her body.

“Where are the others?” Bree questioned.

“There’s no need to worry about them.” Jerome answered. “This is nice, isn’t it?”

Bree nodded, she felt her heartbeat quicken as she felt Jerome’s hot breath against her skin. Their bodies pressed against each other as they continued to sway against the music.

The last time Bree had danced with a girl was back in the eigth grade at the winter ball, Gabby Devereaux. It was also then that she felt something much deeper for Gabby, but when the music had ended and Gabby pulled away. She said to Bree that she the best friend she could ever had. For some reason, those very words was like a knife to the chest for Bree.

Lost in her memories, Bree suddenly was pulled back into reality. She peered up and saw Jerome’s piercing blue eyes upon her. It was then that Bree realized just how much taller Jerome was, as she towered over her.

Jerome pulled Bree closer to her, and then her hand reached up as she caressed the side of Bree’s face. She held in her breath, and felt a tingling sensation between her legs. As she exhaled deeply, Jerome’s hand then cupped the side of Bree’s face as she lowered her lips down to Bree’s.

Then, all of a sudden, Bree found herself kissing Jerome back. Bree deepened the kiss as she pulled Jerome closer towards her. Her lips parted, and Jerome slipped her tongue inside Bree’s mouth.

Abruptly, Jerome pulled away, leaving Bree gasping for air. “Come with me.” She purred.

Bree allowed Jerome to take her hand as she guided her towards the bedroom. Once they crossed the threshold, Jerome closed the door behind them, and stalked across the room, as she switched on the bedside lamp, allowing a faint glow to illuminate the bedroom.

Jerome stood infront of Bree, her hands reached up towards her hair as she removed the hair pin which allowed Bree’s beautiful maroon hair to flow freely. She cupped Bree’s face gently in her hands.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jerome whispered, before she once again lowered her mouth onto Bree’s.

Bree tiptoed as she pulled Jerome closer towards her, their wet tongues danced with each other’s as Bree was hungry for the taste of Jerome in her mouth.

Slowly, Jerome’s hands slithered down Bree’s body as she rested them on Bree’s breasts. Gently, she squeezed Bree’s breasts as Bree moaned against Jerome’s lips.

Jerome’s fingertips then traced around Bree’s areolas, as her fingertips went in circular motions. Bree moaned, and she felt a wetness in between her legs. Then, Jerome gently pinched Bree’s nipples in between her fingers.

“Your nipples are already hard.” She whispered in Bree’s ear.

Jerome then retreated, as she looked deep into Bree’s eyes. “Take off my dress.” She ordered Jerome.

Jerome smirked, as her hand reached the zipper on the back of Bree’s dress, slowly she unzipped her dress and Bree stepped out of it, as she now stood vulnerably only in her white undergarments. The thought hadn’t occurred to her earlier that she would be undressing infront of anyone tonight, otherwise she would have worn her best lingerie.

Jerome towered over Bree, as her fingers hooked onto the straps of her bra. Slowly, she pulled them down, revealing Bree’s bare breasts. Then, Jerome lowered her head onto Bree’s chest as she opened her mouth and sucked on Bree’s tit.

Bree moaned, her hand clasped around the back of Jerome’s head pushing her down. Jerome’s hot tongue glided across Bree’s nipple as her tongue went in circular motions, before she repeated the action on Bree’s other tit.

“Oh, God- yes.” Bree moaned breathlessly.

Jerome pulled away as she stood back up. “Lay on the bed.” She ordered Bree.

Bree did as she was told, her back now on the bed and Jerome knelt infront of her. Her hands glided along Bree’s soft thighs. Jerome’s fingers paused on Bree’s groin, as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties.

Bree swallowed the lump in her throat, and her breathing quickened. Jerome peered at Bree through her eyelashes and slowly pulled down Bree’s panties. Jerome then left a trial of kisses along the inside of Bree’s thigh. And then, she moved slowly higher up Bree’s thigh, she paused and placed her hands on Bree’s knees.

Bree swallowed the lump in her throat, and nodded.

Jerome smirked, and gently spread Bree’s legs apart. Jerome pressed her fingertips against Bree’s entrance as she began to massage the area. “You’re so wet.” Jerome purred, she then brought up her two fingers towards her mouth.

Bree watched as Jerome’s red painted fingernails now stained with her wetness, as Jerome inserted two fingers into her mouth and smirked.

Bree threw her head back, as Jerome’s mouth descended down onto her entrance. Her hot tongue glided against Bree’s clit.

Bree released a moan, and Jerome’s tongue now went in circular motions. Bree’s hand clasped the back of Jerome’s head pushing her down, as Jerome continued to eat her out.

“Oh my God.” Bree moaned, her body quivered, her fingers now entwined in Jerome’s hair as she pulled her in closer. Jerome’s hands gripped down on the side of Bree’s thighs, her red fingernails digging into Bree’s skin. Bree felt herself reaching esctasy, as Jerome’s tongue continued to go in fast circular motions. Her hand reached up to grab Bree’s tit, as she squeezed down on it, hard.

Just then, Bree cried out in pleasure as she came. “Oh, fuck.” She moaned, as she gasped for air.

Jerome removed herself away from Bree’s cunt, her mouth stained with Bree’s wetness, as she wiped away at the corners of her mouth and smiled deviously.

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The next day, once Bree had returned home, her mind constantly replayed the moments she had shared in the bedroom with Jerome. She still could not comprehend what had happened.

Bree sat down at her desk infront of her typewriter, her fingers tapped across the letter keys, as she allowed her thoughts to translate onto the paper, as she wrote about a beautiful woman with cerulean eyes.

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Forsaken

Chase Collins x Caleb Danvers (M/M)

The Covenant (2006)

Summary: After the night of the Bonfire party, in an attempt to get to know his peers Chase invites Caleb over to his dorm to hang out. However, as the night progresses things get steamy.

Age rating: 18+ Mature content

Word count: 1,821

Gif credits goes to multi-fandommaniac and nestito702 on Tumblr

Note: The gif on the second row (left) is from the show Political Animals. The others are from The Convenant (2006)

Caleb stalks through the hallway as his eyes scanned the perimeter before him. He often wondered why the campus was always so dimly lit, after all, he knew of the insane amounts of money students’s parents had invested into this place.

So why couldn’t the institution still afford lighting?

Finally, he paused at the end of the hallway. His gaze fixated on the dorm number that was etched onto the door, as his fist connected amongst it.

Moments later, the door flung wide open and he was greeted by Chase Collins. He wore a forest green T-shirt, paired with light blue jeans, and a silver chain that hung from the loops.

“Hey, man.” Chase said.

“Hey,” Caleb muttered. He hadn’t told any of the guys that he was hanging out with Chase Collins tonight, especially Pogue.

Caleb didn’t want to get in the middle of things, and with the brief encounter he had had with Chase the other night. He thought Chase seemed friendly enough, however, his gut was telling him that there was something about him. Which he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Chase side-stepped and allowed Caleb to cross over the threshold and into his room. As Caleb inspected his room, posters were hung up on various spots across his walls, ranging from Linkin Park to Papa Roach. His bed sat in the centre of the room, with the duvet crumbled up at the end of the bed. A wooden dresser sat against the wall which led to the bathroom. Cardboard boxes were scattered across the room, with clothes overflowing from them.

“I’m still unpacking, it’s been a bitch.” Chase said, as he stepped into the dorm room. He kicked aside a few boxes, “here, sit-”

Awkwardly Caleb sunk himself down onto the bed and adjusted his position. His eyes laid upon the TV before him, which was propped onto a black TV unit, beneath it was an Xbox 360 and stacks of games and CDs just laid adjacent.

Caleb’s attention fixated on a particular game as he leaned forward. “Oh sweet dude, is that the new Gears of War?” He asked.

Chase nodded. “Yeah, you wanna play?”

“Dude, yeah!”

Chase knelt down as he fumbled with something, as Caleb’s eyes followed his. He noticed that a mini fridge was beneath Chase’s desk. He withdrew two cans of beer and stepped towards Caleb. “But first,” he said and handed a can to Caleb.

“Oh my god, how did you get all this cool stuff in here?”

Chase shrugged. “My parents invested a lot of money into this school. I can pretty much do whatever.”

Caleb flashed a smile. “Nice.” He opened the can of beer and took a long gulp, before setting it down on the ground.

Then, Chase handed him the game consoles. “Scoot over.” He said, as he sat himself down on the bed beside Caleb.

Their bodies pressed against each other side by side, on the single bed.

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Unsure of how much time had passed, which based on the empty cans of beer that were now dispersed on the ground. Caleb knew that it had to have been a few hours. Chase had also suggested that they move onto something stronger. In which, he had fished out a bottle of whiskey.

Caleb began to feel lightheaded, as his vision blurred and he tried his hardest to focus on the game.

“Dude, come on!” Chase yelled.

“I’m kicking your ass, bro.” Caleb commented. Just then, Chase watched as his avatar being blown to bits. He cursed, and flung the console aside. “And, that’s how you do it!” Caleb teased.

“Alright, you were able to beat me in that game- but trust me, you wouldn’t be able to in real life.” Chase commented, as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey and handed it to Caleb.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I bet I can kick your ass too in real life.”

Chase’s eyes widened. “Oh really?” He challenged, and then playfully punched Caleb in the arm.

Caleb’s hand jerked, and the whiskey spilled out. He immediately set it down. “That wasn’t fair, bro- I wasn’t ready.”

Suddenly, Caleb shot up as he grabbed Chase by the neck. Abruptly, Chase pinned Caleb down. Chase’s hand gripped around Caleb’s wrist as he tried to fight against the force.

To Caleb’s surprise, Chase was definitely a lot stronger than he looked. Chase grunted, as he continued to pin Caleb down. As Caleb wrapped his leg around Chase’s waist, hoping to try to flip him around.

“Give it up, Danvers.” Chase declared.

Caleb thrashed beneath Chase, as Chase pressed his arm across Caleb’s chest pushing him down further into the bed.

Finally, Caleb gave up. His breathing quickened and he laid motionless beneath Chase. It was then, that his eyes locked with Chase’s crystal blue eyes.

Chase’s lips parted, as his chest heaved. He shifted in his position, as he remained hovering over Caleb. His hand glided along Caleb’s chest as he wrapped his hand around his throat.

Caleb exhaled, his heartbeat pounded against his chest. He swallowed the lump in his throat, as he found his fingers entwined in the ends of Chase’s shirt.

The thought of being with another man had never crossed Caleb’s mind before, however, he couldn’t deny that he felt a pull towards Chase.

Caleb tugged at Chase’s shirt, in which Chase took it as an indication. He lowered himself down onto Caleb, just when their lips were about to touch, Caleb pulled back.

Immediately, Chase distanced himself from Caleb. “I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“No, it’s not that-” Caleb began, and shook his head. “I’ve never done this before… with a guy.” He added.

Chase pursed his lips. “Don’t be scared.” He whispered, as his hand cupped Caleb’s face. “I’ll teach you.” He said, and smiled deviously.

Caleb gulped, as he wrapped his arms around Chase’s neck and pulled him close towards him. Their mouths collided, and Caleb’s lips parted, as Chase slipped his tongue inside Caleb’s mouth.

Caleb released a moan, and felt the urgency rising in his veins. He pulled Chase closer into him. Chase planted both his hands on each side of Caleb’s face as he pressed his body down into him. He grunted, as their tongues continued to dance with each other’s.

Then, Chase’s hand slowly slithered down Caleb’s body as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans.

Caleb’s arched his back as he moaned from beneath Chase’s touch.

Chase stopped the kiss, which left Caleb wanting more. He wiped the corners of his mouth.

Slowly, Chase slithered down Caleb’s body, occasionally he stared up at him through his eyelashes as he gazed at him with a devious stare.

Chase paused above Caleb’s crotch, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and then slowly unbuckling his belt.

Caleb released another moan, as Chase’s hand grabbed down onto Caleb’s bulge. “Oh my god.” Caleb squirmed in pleasure.

Chase continued to stroke his bulge, as he gently undid Caleb’s pants, before pulling down his briefs. His cock was already hard, Chase’s hand glided up and down Caleb’s cock, and his breathing quickened as he spread his legs wider and pushed his hips up.

The sight of Caleb caused a delight in Chase, knowing that at this moment he was all his. And then, Chase licked his lips as he lowered himself down onto Caleb, his hand grabbed the base of his cock. Chase spat onto Caleb’s cock, his warm saliva dripped down the shaft of his penis. Then, Chase opened his mouth, as he began to suck. His hand cupped Caleb’s balls as he fondled with them.

Caleb’s gripped down onto the edge of the pillow as he continued to moan and thrive beneath Chase’s touch. He had obviously gotten a blowjob before, but this time was clearly different. Chase definitely knew his way around.

Caleb’s fingers found its way entwined in Chase’s hair, as he pressed his head down. He heard the muffled sounds of gagging, which he immediately released his hold on Chase’s head.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Caleb said.

Chase stared up at him, his mouth completely stained with Caleb’s precum. The corners of his eyes were a little watery. “It’s okay, you’re a really big boy, aren’t you?” He smirked.

The remark caused Caleb to blush.

Abruptly, Caleb sat up. He extended his hands and hurriedly undid Chase’s pants, tugging violently. “Woah, easy there.” Chase commented, as he cupped Caleb’s chin tilting his head up as their eyes locked. “How badly do you want me inside of you?”

Caleb swallowed the lump in his throat. “Very badly.” He pleaded.

“Take off your shirt.” Chase ordered, immediately, Caleb did as he was told.

Chase shoved Caleb back down onto the bed, as he removed his jeans and shirt, casting them aside. He climbed onto the bed, as he gripped onto Caleb’s ankles pushing his legs wide apart.

Then, Chase reached over towards his bedside drawer, as he yanked open the top drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube and a condom.

He squeezed the bottle of lube and then pressed against Caleb’s ass, his fingers massaged his entrance. Caleb released another moan.

Once, Chase had placed the rubber onto himself he closed the gap between them. His face just a mere inch away from Caleb’s.

Immediately, Caleb closed the distance between them, as his mouth found Chase’s. And then, Caleb felt Chase slowly enter inside of him.

“Oh god.” The pleasurable words were being released from Caleb’s lips.

At first, Chase’s thrusts were slow, he buried his face into the side of Caleb’s neck, as he heard Chase’s muffled grunts.

Caleb’s hands caressed Chase’s back as his fingernails dug deep into his bare skin. The urgency was enough for Chase to thrust harder into him. The headboard banged violently against the plaster wall, and they knew it’d definitely leave a dent.

Caleb bit down on his lower lip, as Chase continued to slam his cock into his tight entrance repeatedly. Chase closed his eyes, as he gripped onto the edge of the headboard for support.

“Chase.” Caleb moaned, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ as he felt himself edging closer towards release.

“Are you gonna come?” Chase asked.

Caleb nodded.

Chase thrust harder and faster into him, and moments later Caleb came. He cried in pleasure, his chest heaving.

Just then, Chase removed his cock from Caleb. His body quivered, and Caleb immediately sat up. Tore off the rubber, and placed his mouth around Chase’s hardened cock. He continued to suck onto Chase, as he pressed Caleb’s head down further into him, as he released into Caleb’s mouth.

Chase exhaled, as he withdrew away from Caleb. He smirked as Caleb’s mouth was full of his cum.

“Now, that’s a pretty little sight.” Chase said, as his thumb grazed over Caleb’s lips.

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[the-lone-writer94]

I'm Addicted

Kelly Nickels (L.A. Guns) x You (Female Reader)

Summary: Date night with Kelly Nickels

Note: This is a super short story (and fast) , which I've been thinking about for a while and just wanted to get it down onto writing.

Age rating: 15+ Steamy make out scene

Word count: 594

The Sunset Strip, Summer 1988

You stood in the center of the Strip on a Friday night. Clusters of people had already formed outside the clubs, an array of leather jackets and teased hair paraded before you.

You chewed on your lower lip and peered down at your wristwatch.

Kelly was late.

You fidgeted in your stance, resting your back against the wall as your gaze scanned the perimeter before you.

Just then, you felt a presence loom before you, and hands grabbed around your waist, hoisting you up.

You gasped at the sudden act, but it didn't take long before your vision fixated and you noticed Kelly’s face. A smile flashed across your face.

Kelly wore a sleeveless Batman shirt, paired with light blue jeans that were ripped around the knees and white sneakers.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I’m late-” He said, as he placed you down. “The tour bus broke down on the way here, and we had to wait forever to get another ride.”

Immediately, you forgot about everything else. Kelly towered over you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, tip-toeing to plant a kiss on his lips. The faint smell of cigarettes hung on his lips.

“It’s alright, so what do you wanna do?” You asked.

“We could hang at the Rainbow?” Kelly suggested.

You shrugged. “Sure, sounds good.”

As you made your way towards the Rainbow, Kelly wrapped his arm around you, resting it on your shoulder. You noticed the envious stares gleaming off of the girls that laid their eyes upon you and Kelly, and you couldn’t help but indulge in the attention.

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The Rainbow had been too overly crowded, that you and Kelly chose not to stay long. The moment you stepped out into the summer night, the heat had clung to you like a second skin, that you pushed aside your long hair and fanned yourself with your hand.

In the distance, you eyed an ice cream truck parked on the curb of the sidewalk. The idea of the cool ice cream against your lips made your mouth water.

“I’m gonna get some ice cream.” You said to Kelly, and began to stalk towards it.

You stood by the ice cream truck, peering up through the window and asked for your order. And within several seconds, the man handed you an ice cream.

“You don’t want anything?” You asked Kelly.

He shook his head, as he pulled out some change from his pocket.

“Oh, I can pay for it.” You said.

“No, don’t worry.” He insisted and placed the money on the counter.

You stepped away, as your tongue collided against the ice cream. A layer of cream remained on your upper lip, and Kelly chuckled.

“You’re so cute.” He remarked, he stepped towards you, “here,” he said as he raised his hand and gently cupped the side of your face. He lowered himself down, as he gently licked the top of your lip, before pressing his lips onto yours.

Your lips parted for him, and Kelly slipped his tongue inside. You deepened the kiss, and with your one free hand it found its way knotted in Kelly’s hair. He pulled you closer into his body, pressing it against his, as your fingers entwined in Kelly’s beautiful long hair.

Kelly’s hands then wrapped around your waist, as you slowly felt them drape down towards your ass, and he grabbed down onto it. You moaned into him, which seemed to excite him and he grabbed your behind harder.

Suddenly, you pulled away. “Let’s get out of here.” You purred.

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Youth & Whiskey

For the anon :) I hope you enjoy this little piece.

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Summary: Set in 1988, you (female reader) have been going out with Rex for a month now. He's everything you could possibly imagine, he's patient and sweet. You've just never gone all the way with him, or anyone for that matter, will Rex be the first?

Age rating: 18+

Word count: 2,855

25th November 1988

Somewhere in Fort Worth, Texas. 

I coughed violently as the thick layer of artificial fog clouded the air around me, leaving a bitter taste at the back of my throat. I pressed down onto my chest as I continued to cough, hoping that it’ll somehow push out the taste. 

“Jeez, Crystal-” I managed to release the words from my lips. 

Crystal paused, setting down the can of hairspray on the table. “I need it to keep my hair in place.” She said, as she lowered herself down towards the mirror as she poked at her beehive curly hair that stood about six inches. Her hand patted against the table that was sprawled with makeup and music magazines. Crystal managed to locate her red lipstick as she carefully painted it across her lips. “Seriously, you couldn’t have asked Rex to send a car or something?” 

Whilst Crystal was my best friend in the entire world, there were moments where she certainly made me question some of my life choices. 

I sighed. “He did offer to pick us up, but I didn’t want him to do that. He’s got a lot of prep before the show.” I explained, then added, “plus I don’t feel comfortable using him like that.”

“Oh come on, you’ve been going out with him for a month now.” Crystal whined. 

I had met Rex at a party which Crystal had dragged me to, at some dirty club which I was so paranoid of touching anything. She had been going on about this badass band called Pantera, which frankly wasn’t necessarily my cup of tea. I was more of a Suzi Quatro and Fleetwood Mac sort of a girl. So I didn’t even realize just what a big deal it was that Rex, the bassist of the band had asked me out. 

“It’s not even that far. We’ll be fine.” 

Crystal shrugged. “I guess so,” then added, “but please get Rex to introduce me to Phil.” 

“Phil?” 

Crystal spun around, her mouth dropped open. “Phil! The new sexy lead singer… how do you not know that?” 

I cocked my head to the side. “I don’t know.” I murmured. 

“Seriously, what do you and Rex even talk about?” She asked, then shook her head. “Never mind. I guess there wouldn’t be a whole lot of talking involved.” She said, and smirked. 

I averted my gaze, my cheeks flushing bright red. I had never actually told Crystal that I still haven’t gone all the way yet, with Rex or with anybody. Rex was incredibly understanding and patient, but there was always a sliver of me that felt it probably wasn’t enough. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, there just never seemed to be a perfect time. 

The distance between us also didn’t aid our relationship. Rex was constantly on the road, and what little time we managed to share was often cut short. 

“I’ve heard of the famous trailer and how he brings girls in there to… you know.” Crystal teased, as she raised her eyebrows. 

“Hey, come on-” I said, changing the subject, “you ready to go? I want to at least say hi to Rex before he goes on stage.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You can say hi to your boyfriend.” She said, as she rolled her eyes and waved her hand nonchalantly. 

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We finally managed to make our way to the Savvy, after we had secured a parking spot about five blocks away from the club. However, the moment we had gotten backstage, Crystal had immediately stopped complaining. 

I snake my way through the sea of bodies as my gaze tries to locate Rex, with Crystal at least several paces ahead of me. She was like a child in a candy store, with a huge smile that flashed across her face as she tried to locate her next prey. 

“Oh my god, Phil!” Crystal screamed. 

Phil flinched and staggered backwards. “Hi.” He said nervously. 

I stepped beside Crystal and lowered myself towards her ear. “Be cool.” I whispered. 

“Of course.” Crystal said. 

“Where’s Rex?” I asked Phil.

“He just stepped outside.” Phil answered, as he gestured towards the fire exit in the corner of the room. 

“Thanks.” I responded, as I spun on my heels. 

“You have such big muscles.” Crystal said in the far distance.

I smirked, as I continued to push my way through towards the back. After several moments, I finally reached the end of the room, as I pushed the heavy duty doors. 

Rex’s body was leaned up against the wall, as he reached his hand towards his face and took a drag of his cigarette. Rex had taken off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and a trail of dark hair that extended down his stomach. I bit my lower lip, thinking about where that trail of hair would lead to. He wore tight black pants with a wide belt fashioned with a huge metal belt buckle and metal plates surrounding it. His long beautiful brown hair reached down to his waist, the top part of his hair was slightly teased with hairspray and his bangs had slightly covered his eyes. 

Immediately, my fingers tingled, wanting to run my fingers through his hair, but soon fought the temptation. 

“Hey.” I said. 

“Hey baby,” he said as he towered over me, as he stepped forward and wrapped his arm behind my neck, pulling me closer towards him. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips. “I’m glad you made it.” 

“Yeah, it took us ages to find a parking spot though. We parked all the way by the bodega.” 

“You should have let me come get you and Crystal before. She’s probably gonna complain isn’t she?”

“Nah, it’s fine. Plus she always complains.”

Rex chuckled. “She does, doesn’t she.” 

“When are you guys on?” 

“Any minute now.” He said, as his fingers caressed the side of my cheek and he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I felt my face flush. “After the show, do you wanna hang somewhere?” 

My heart skipped a beat. “Hmm, yeah I guess.” 

He must have somehow detected the hesitancy in my tone, as he immediately interjected. “Obviously only if you want to- or we could just hang with the guys, drink some beer. Vinnie’s most likely gonna order a buttload of pizzas.” 

“No, of course Rex… I want to be with you.” 

Rex smiled, as he lowered himself and planted another kiss on my lips. “Alright then. Time for the Cowboys to go onstage.” He said. 

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“That was so fucking amazing!” Crystal screamed at the top of her lungs. 

I pressed down onto my ears as the ringing had still continued to pound. “It was cool- but shit, I think I lost my hearing.” 

“Worth it though.” Crystal said, “and did you see. Phil totally pointed at me.” 

“Sure.” I said, as my eyes narrowed. I didn’t have the heart to burst her bubble, after all there were about several hundred other people in that club.  

“We gotta hang out with the band now.” 

“Rex said we might go somewhere.” I added. 

Crystal raised her eyebrows. “Of course,” she said and smirked. 

“Stop it.” 

“I guess, I don’t have to wait up for you tonight,” she said, then added, “actually you probably shouldn’t wait up for me either.”

“Why?” 

Crystal cleared her throat. “Depending if Phil wants to go somewhere too.” 

“Sure,” I answered, trying to hide the skepticism behind my voice. 

Moments later, we found ourselves hanging out backstage. Rex and I were propped down onto the couch, my legs draped across his legs as his hand caressed my bare thighs. 

Crystal was nowhere to be seen, most definitely she was probably following Phil as if he were her target and she was like some fucking Terminator. 

The overlapped sounds of chatter filled the room, drowning out the sound of the music that seeped out from the speakers, then  followed by a cloud of cigarette smoke that hung in the air. 

“How did you like the show?” Rex asked. 

“It was great. My hearing is slowly coming back.” I said. 

He released a low chuckle. 

Nervously, I continued to chug at the drink from a red plastic cup. Crystal had made her famous drink which she liked to call the ‘kitchen sink’, which was a little bit of every alcohol ever known to man, mixed into one disgusting putrid liquid. I had never enjoyed drinking them, although the act of having something to do gave myself some sort of ease. 

After all, parties were never necessarily my scene. It had taken Crystal long amounts of begging for me to even attend the party a month ago when I had met Rex. 

All of a sudden, I downed the entire contents of the drink, immediately feeling the acidic burn course through me, poisoning my insides. 

My vision began to blur, as I felt the effects of the alcohol possessing over my body. 

“Are you okay?” Rex asked. 

I nodded. 

Abruptly, my hands found its way towards Rex’s face as my fingers traced his jawline, then they moved its way to his hair as I twirled the ends of his hair and giggled. 

“Are you drunk?” He asked, with a smirk painted across his face. 

“A little bit.” I said and snickered. 

“I think we need to get you out of here.” He said, as he removed himself from the couch, and I slithered down like a snake. 

Rex wrapped his arms around my waist as he pulled me up in one swift motion. His hands gripped down onto my sides as he held me close to his body. I felt his hot breath graze my skin, and all I could possibly think was to press my lips against him. 

“Come on.” He said softly, as he guided me through the bodies and towards the exit. 

Once we had stepped into the parking lot, the night breeze brushed at my skin, and I immediately shivered. 

“Where are we going?” I said, and noticed my words had slurred. 

“Getting you some rest.” 

“But, I want to go back to the party.” I whined. 

“Maybe later once you’ve had a lie down.” 

“Will you lie with me?” I said, and laughed. 

“You’re drunk.” He said. 

“Shhh,” I said, then burst into laughter. 

We reached a trailer, as my footing stumbled. Rex grabs onto me tighter as he hoists me back up. Before me underneath the gleaming parking lot lights, a busted up white trailer with blue lines on the bottom is parked amongst a row of vans and cars. 

“Oh my gosh, is this the trailer?” I asked. 

“What?” Rex responded, as his brows furrowed. 

Rex stepped towards the trailer and yanked the door open, as he assisted me into crawling up the stairs. 

The interior of the trailer was pretty much what I had expected to look. If it hadn’t been for the mountainful of stuff sprawled in every inch of the trailer, it would have been rather spacious. On the right hand side of the trailer was a built-in bench with a hardwood table that was covered in knife markings, a small cooker and cabinets were on the other side of the trailer, although I was pretty certain the boys had never once tried to cook anything. Then, in the far distance I eyed the bed, with an array of blankets and duvets. Immediately, my cheeks flushed. 

 I crawled further into the trailer, as my shoes stepped over empty beer bottles, and takeout boxes. The stench of cigarettes and whiskey lingered in the air, and my nose twitched.

I slumped down onto the bed, trying to push the images of what may have happened on this very spot. 

Rex lowered himself beside me as I found my head pounding, my vision blurred and the world around me began to spin.  

Suddenly, I drew closer towards him, the sweat which matted against his hair was almost drying now, as I ran my fingers through his hair. Our gazes locked, and he lowered his face towards me, his hands reached up towards me  as he cupped each side of my face. 

Our lips found its way towards one another, as he deepened the kiss. My lips parted and he slipped his tongue into mine, as our tongues danced. My breathing quickened, as my arms wrapped around his neck, then my hands found its way down his chest as I dug my fingernails into him. I wasn’t sure how much pressure I had applied, as he didn’t so much as flinch, but I knew it’ll leave a mark, which it turned me on even more, almost as if it were showing the whole world that he belonged to me. 

Rex’s fingers grazed against the side of my neck, as he drew them lower caressing the side of my breasts, he gently cupped them and squeezed down onto them. I released a moan, as I deepened the kiss.

I shifted in my position, raising one leg over to straddle Rex. He pulled me closer towards him, as we continued to make out.  

Then, his hands lowered down my waist before resting them on my thighs. Slowly, his hand slipped higher, as he reached down underneath my skirt, squeezing down onto my ass, then his fingers hooked into the waistband of my skirt as I felt him try to pull them down. 

All of a sudden, consciousness waved over me, pushing me back into reality. I flinched, immediately removing myself from Rex, as I pulled back and sat beside him. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, as I buried my face into my hands. 

Fear washed over him, as he shuddered, “I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry, I got carried away. I know you’re not ready.” 

“No, Rex. I want to,” I affirmed.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly. 

I nodded. “I’ve just never…” I trailed off, and paused. 

His hand reached up towards my face as he cupped the side of my face, he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. “It’s okay.” He said, his hot breath upon my skin. 

I allowed Rex to deepen the kiss as he gently lowered me down onto the bed, he towered over me as his long beautiful locks brushed against my skin. He pushed his hair aside, as his fingers trailed down the side of my neck, and then tracing over my collarbone. His fingers hooked onto the straps of my top as he pushed them down, which revealed my breasts. His hands cupped them, as his hands trailed down my body, resting upon the waistband of my skirt. 

“Can I?” He asked. 

I nodded. 

Gently, he pulled down my skirt, which exposed my pink panties with florals on it. Feeling embarrassed, I closed my legs together. 

He released a low chuckle. “This is cute.” He said, as gently poked at my entrance. 

My cheeks flushed, as he lowered himself, his lips crashing down on mine. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, as I pressed my tongue against his. I felt the bulge in his pants as he rubbed his lower body against mine. 

My hands trembled as they reached down towards his pants, as I stroked over his bulge. He drew back, and I sat up, my hands extended towards his belt buckle as I fumbled with it. I pulled down his pants revealing his hard cock. He then fumbled underneath the mattress as he drew out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth, he then placed it upon himself. 

With his fingers, he gently rested them on my entrance as he massaged the area. I moaned out in pleasure, as I chewed down on my lower lip. 

“Take them off.” I said, as he then pulled my panties away, casting them aside. 

He then hovered over me, as I slowly felt him entering me. “Is this alright?” He asked. 

I nodded. 

He slowly thrusted against me, as I moaned and cried out his name. My fingers found its way into Rex’s hair, as I tugged and pulled at his hair. He continued to thrust into me in slow and gentle movements. 

He grunted as I watched his hand grip down hard onto the pillow. I moaned, “Rex.” Slowly, I felt the orgasmic pulsating through me. 

Then, Rex removed himself from me as he discarded the now used condom. He sank down beside me, and draped his arm around me. 

“Oh my god.” I moaned into him. 

He planted a kiss on my forehead, as my hand caressed his chest, forming circles with the tip of my finger on his hairy chest. 

We laid together, an entwinement of limbs for several moments, before I finally broke the silence. “We should probably get back to the party.” 

“Yeah? You don’t want to lay here any more?” He asked. 

 “I do, but I’ve been gone for so long, Crystal is probably wondering where I am.” 

“Oh yeah, she might be worried.” 

“Honestly, I’m probably more worried for Phil.” I said, and chuckled. 

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Unholy

Soldier Boy x Original Character (Female)

Summary: Reimagined story based on the motel scene in the Herogasm episode. Whilst Soldier Boy is adjusting to being back, he is currently holed up in a motel as he awaits for Butcher and Hugie. However, something comes up and Butcher needs someone to watch Soldier Boy. Which comes in Jessica, she’s a private investigator, she’s hot-tempered and tough, will she and Soldier Boy be able to be in the same room as each other? Because even she can’t deny that Soldier Boy is hot.

Age rating: 18+ Mature (sexual content, slight misogynistic remarks)

Word count: 2,803

Note: Gif credit goes to justjensenanddean on Tumblr

Jessica ignored the vibrations that were coming out from her leather messenger bag. She had been crouched behind a bush for three hours now, her camera aimed at the cheating asshole she had been tailing for the past week now. The sooner she got these photos, she could collect her payment which would hold her over until next month.

She shook her head as she lowered herself towards the viewfinder. Her phone stopped vibrating, and she exhaled. Only for it to continue vibrating again, which was enough for her to tear the camera away as she set it to the side. Angrily, she tore away the flap of her messenger bag as she dug out her phone.

“What?” She said angrily into the phone.

“Jessica, love,” the voice said.

Immediately, she recognized the voice to belong to Billy Butcher. She had crossed paths with him several years ago when Butcher wanted her to look into his wife’s dissapearance. Then, she had never heard from him again.

“Butcher,” Jessica responded.

“It’s been a while, but I got a little proposition for you,” he began.

“What is it?” She asked with curiosity.

“Well, I’m caught up with something at the moment but could you help me check up on someone. Nothing much, just bring him some grub and make sure he doesn’t do nothin’ stupid for a couple of hours until I get back.” He explained.

Jessica shrugged. “Sure, sounds easy.”

“I’ll message you the address and the list of things he wants,” Butcher said, and then added, “oh, and by the way- it’s Soldier Boy. Alright, speak to you later.”

“Woah, wait, what! Butcher, I swear to God, if you hang out I’ll hunt you down and rip your fucking balls off!” Jessica threatened. “Did you just say it’s the fucking Soldier Boy? But he’s dead?”

Butcher laughed nervously. “Turns out he’s not so dead- now, look. I know it’s a lot to ask… but we kinda need him. I can’t quite get into it at the moment, but I promise to fill you in later.”

Jessica exhaled. “Wow, I mean it’s not everyday you hear that a Supe that’s suppoedsly been dead since the ‘80s is alive and kicking.”

“So, will you do it?”

Jessica pondered the thought for several moments. After all, even she was curious as to what the story was regarding Soldier Boy.

“Yeah, whatever.” Jessica responded.

“I owe you big time,” Butcher said, and then cleared his throat, “listen, try not to listen to what Soldier Boy says.”

“What do you mean?”

“Basically everything that comes out of that wanker’s mouth makes you want to gut punch him. Just try not to hit him… we kind of need him at the moment. And I know you’ve got that mean right hook.”

Jessica released a low chuckle. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”

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Jessica pulled up in the parking lot of the motel. According to Butcher’s list, Soldier Boy had requested for a bottle of whiskey, burgers and fries, and a bottle of ‘Bennies’. She grabbed the plastic bag full of stuff, and removed herself from her Impala, before stalking up the stairs. Her eyes scanned the numbers on the rows of doors before her, she paused and her fist connected against the door.

Almost immediately, the door swung open and she was greeted by who she immediately recognized was Soldier Boy. For a split second she had forgotten that he was a Supe, she didn’t know why she had half expected him to be in his fighting gear. Instead, he was wearing an unbuttoned blue Giants shirt, with a white vest underneath paired with gray sweatpants and white sneakers.

She watched as Soldier Boy’s eyes looked her up and down. Jessica wore her leather jacket, paired with a tight white tank top and a pair of leather pants with a studded belt draped across her waist, and a six inch platform boots. A smirk formed on Soldier Boy’s face as he leaned against the door frame.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing.” He said. “And, I bet your name is just as nice as that figure.”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “The name’s Jessica, and Butcher sent me. So don’t get any ideas.”

“You know, you’ll look even better if you wore a little dress.” He commented.

Jessica’s brows furrowed. “Wow, Butcher was right. I do want to punch you in the face.” She said, then stepped over the threshold and shoved Soldier Boy aside. “I got the stuff you requested.” She announced and slammed the bag onto the table.

“Assertive type… I kinda like that.”

Jessica ignored his remark, as she took off her leather jacket and proceeded towards the couch in the corner of the room.

Soldier Boy had immediately helped himself towards the whiskey. He downed half the bottle in one go and exhaled before slamming it down, taking several bites of his burger. His eyes widneded as he picked up the bottle of pills.

“Oh, I’ve missed Bennies.” He said, with a huge smile painted across his face. He dumped several pills onto the table, drew his knife and crushed the pills with the handle. Before lowering his head down and snorting the powder.

Jessica watched him. She couldn’t deny that she was curious about the famous Soldier Boy, after all, it was the reason why she even agreed to this. She also remembered reading somewhere that his name was Ben, but the idea of calling him that just seemed odd.

All of a sudden, a series of chiming sounds emerged from Jessica’s pocket in her leather jacket.

Soldier Boy immediately turned his head. “What was that?” He questioned, almost leaping out from his chair.

“It’s just my phone.” She answered, as she reached for her leather jacket.

Soldier Boy’s eyes narrowed. “You can’t fit in a phone in there?” Jessica drew out her phone and raised it to him. “That’s a phone?” He cocked his head to the side, “where’s the cord?”

Jessica’s phone continued to chime as she groaned and placed it onto silent. “It’s just my ex-girlfriend, she’s driving me crazy.”

“I knew you were a lesbo the way you’re dressed.” He commented.

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “You know you can’t say stuff like that anymore… and not that it’s any of your business but I’m bisexual.”

Soldier Boy shrugged as he continued to eat his burger. All of a sudden, Jessica stood up and stepped towards him. She grabbed the bottle of whiskey and chugged it down, then slammed it down.

“If I’m gonna have to spend the next several hours with you, I can’t be sober.” She said.

“I’m a pleasure to be around.”

Jessica opened her mouth and then closed it again. “The only reason why I haven’t put my fucking fist in your face is because of Butcher.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you. I wonder what else it can do.” He smirked.

Jessica scoffed. “Wouldn’t you want to know.”

Whilst Soldier Boy tended to favor older women, still, he couldn’t resist that sweet tight ass before him. He had also been kept frozen for so long that he felt the urges brewing beneath him.

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Several moments had passed, and Soldier Boy had found himself on the couch seated just a few paces away from her. His eyes glued to the television set, as he watched the images flash before him belonging to a world that he didn’t know anymore.

Jessica rested her head on her hand, she had long ago dissociated. Occassionally taking swigs from the whiskey bottle she shared with Soldier Boy, as he would suddenly have an outburst of an inapporirate comment. Her vision began to blur and her head felt heavy, the poison slowly taking over her and clouding her judgement. The problem was whenever Jessica was drunk, she was horny.

Jessica occassionaly stole glances at Soldier Boy, still couldn’t quite believe that she was sitting beside him. When Soldier Boy had suppoedsly died in 1984, Jessica was only a child, and having grown up in the ‘90s, she had often come across Soldier Boy’s movies and then when she had become a teenager, she would often fantasize about him, whilst also fantasizing about Joan Jett. Sometimes, the two would overlap.  

How she so wanted for her hands to brush across his musclar chest, for his hands to be wrapped around her wrists pinning her down and belonging to him.

Suddenly, she blushed at the memories and crossed her legs together, as she tried to focus her attention onto something else.

Soldier Boy made another remark, as Jessica’s gaze turned to him, it was enough for her to break out of her love spell that possessed over her.

“Maybe we should stay quiet.” She suggested.

Soldier Boy cleared his throat. “You know I can hear your heartbeat. It’s beating fast,” he said and turned to her, “your palms are sweaty. You’re nervous, and if this were any other situation I’d say you’re hiding something. But, with the way you’re crossing your legs and tensing, it can only mean one thing.” He explained, and then winked.

Jessica swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yeah, well you got me- I find you attractive.”

“The ladies always do.”

Jessica reached for the bottle of whiskey and chugged it. She’d slept with plenty of people, but for some reason in the presence of Soldier Boy she suddenly felt as if she were that shy teenager again. Jessica stepped in front of him, as she lowered herself down and straddled him. Soldier Boy smirked, his hands rested on her ass as he squeezed it.

“I do like this tight little ass.” He said.

Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. His beard tickled her, and her fingers found its way knotted into his hair. Jessica parted her lips, and Soldier Boy slipped his tongue inside of her mouth.

Jessica moved her hips back and forth as she grinded against Soldier Boy, almost immediately she felt the bulge form in his pants. Her breathing quickened, as she felt Soldier Boy’s hands grip down on her ass harder.

Jessica drew back.

“Well let’s see what else that mouth can do?” Soldier Boy smirked.

“Not so fast,” Jessica scoffed, she closed the gap between them. Her fingers traced across his jawline, as she rested her fingers on his chin tilting his head up. “I want to see what your mouth can do first.”

Soldier Boy shook his head and chuckled. “Listen, sweetheart- I don’t go down.”

“Stop with your macho bullshit,” Jessica said and removed herself off from him.

“I’ll fingerfuck you, maybe flick that bean, diddle that skittle-” he said.

Jessica shook her head. “Oh my god, please stop. Why does everything that comes out of your mouth sound ten times grosser than it actually does?”

“Thank you.” Soldier Boy smirked.

“Dude, it’s not a compliment.” She said, before she closed the gap between them. Soldier Boy towered over her, as her hand traced his chest, caressing down his body. Her hand hovered over his crotch, as she rested it over his bulge before removing it away. “Hmm-”

Soldier Boy watched her like a hawk, before he gave in. “Alright, but it doesn’t leave this room.”

Jessica smirked, she hooked her finger into the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer towards her. “Welcome to the 21st century. Now, on your knees, soldier.” She purred.

Soldier Boy knelt before her, he stared up at her through his eyelashes. He hurriedly undid her belt, before unzipping it and pulling down her pants. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties lingering for several seconds before yanking them off.

He guided her legs apart, and Jessica held in her breath for a mere second. She felt his fingers gently caressing the inside of her leg as he drew them higher. And then, he lowered his head between her legs, and planted a trail of kisses along her inner thigh, his beard tickled her along the way.

Soldier Boy pressed his hand against her entrance, and went in circular motions. Immediately Jessica moaned, and ran her fingers through his hair, she pulled onto it. She quivered beneath his touch, as she felt Soldier Boy’s fingers enter her. He began in slow movements, before he began thrusting hard and fast.

Jessica moaned, and grew wetter between her legs. Then, Soldier Boy paused, pulling his fingers out.

And then, she felt Soldier Boy’s mouth on her. His wet tongue glided along her clit, she pulled onto his hair harder, pressing his head down onto her.

Soldier Boy edged forward, both his hand planted onto Jessica’s ass as he squeezed down onto her butt cheeks, continuing to eat her out.

Jessica moaned louder, as she quivered, when Soldier Boy drew back. He looked up at her, his mouth stained with her wetness, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You don’t get to come yet darling.” He smirked, and removed himself from the ground and stood up, towering over her. “Take off your top.” He ordered.

She did as told.

Soldier Boy exhaled deeply at the sight of her naked body. It had obviously been a very long time since he had been with a woman, although he clearly remembered how to pleasure a woman. He extended his hands and cupped her breasts, pinching onto her hardened nipples.

Jessica’s hands were on Soldier Boy’s as she tugged at his shirt, pulling them off. Her hands caressed his broad shoulders, and then across his muscular chest. It had been exactly as she had envisioned it when she had fantasized about him.

She closed the gap between them, leaving a trail of kisses along his chest and then down his body. Jessica knelt in front of him, pulling down his gray sweatpants.

His cock was already hard, as Jessica’s hand rounded the base of his cock. She lowered her head, and opened her mouth as her tongue traced along the head of his cock, before filling her mouth with his entire length.

Soldier Boy moaned, he grabbed a fistful of Jessica’s hair pressing down her head. Jessica continued to suck on him, then with her other hand she cupped his balls, which excited him.

“Fuck yes.” He moaned between gritted teeth.

Soldier Boy continued to press Jessica’s head down as she bobbed up and down, her mouth now drenched in his precum. His thrusted his hips, as his slammed his cock repeatedly in her mouth. He heard her muffled moans. "You like that, don't you?" He said, as he threw his head back.

Then, he paused and pulled away, as he tilted her head up towards him, his thumb brushed over her wet lips.

He bent down as he hoisted her up from her hips, her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. He pressed Jessica against the wall, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his.

“Fuck me.” She moaned.

Slowly, she felt him enter inside of her. Knowing that it perhaps wasn’t wise to not use protection.

Soldier Boy grunted, as he felt her clench around him. “Yes, this tight little pussy.”

He began to thrust inside of her, each time he did so his thrust grew harder and faster, meanwhile Jessica’s moans grew louder.

“Yes, fuck me, harder.” She moaned.

Soldier Boy’s gripped on her waist grew firm, as he held her into place. He felt her wetness increase around him, as he continued to thrust hard and fast. “Your tight little cunt is going to be swore once I’m done fucking you.” He said, as he raised one hand and wrapped it around Jessica’s neck.

Jessica closed her eyes, as she continued to feel Soldier Boy’s cock repeatedly slam inside of her. She bit her lower lip, as she felt herself close to orgasm.

Soldier Boy grunted, he slammed his fist into the wall and then buried his face into Jessica’s neck. “Fuck. I’m about to come.” He groaned.

Jessica quivered, “it’s fine, shoot your load inside me.” She said in a breathless voice.

Soldier Boy’s gaze met with Jessica’s. He grunted, as he finally released, pumped his load inside of her. They both panted as they tried to catch their breath.

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After they had cleaned themselves up, Jessica still couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. She threw on her jacket, and had checked her messages knowing that Butcher was close. She figured, she would try to slip out of the motel before they saw her.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of what she had done, but she’d rather not let the boys know she had just let Soldier Boy fuck her into oblivion.

Just when Jessica reached the door, she watched as it yanked wide open. Butcher and Hugie stood by the threshold, their gazes jumped from Jessica’s messy hair to Soldier Boy’s dishelved clothing.

Butcher’s eyes narrowed. “Everything alright?” He proceeded with caution.

“Yeah,” Jessica responded nervously, “why wouldn’t it be?” she stepped over the threshold of the door.

Soldier Boy followed her on her heels, as his hand smacked her ass. “Come back later, sweetheart.”

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Tainted Love

Tony Blundetto (The Sopranos) x Female Character  Rating: 18+ (Warnings: Sex, m*sturbation)  Word count: 7,275

Summary: Paige Dennings has moved back to her hometown of New Jersey where she runs into the one and only Mr Tony Blundetto… completely captivated by him she is under his spell, they both quickly spiral down a dangerous road. 

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The Damned and Doomed

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

*Contains spoilers from Supernatural season 10*

Summary: You are a hunter, sent by Sam to help capture Dean. The only problem is, Dean just so happens to be your type and you’re incredibly attracted to him. As a hunter this goes against every instinct, but will you fall for the demon?

Age rating: 18+ (Steamy make out scene, slight *knife play* and violence)

Trigger warnings: Knife play and violence

Word count: 2,383

Note: 1st gif (second row, right) credit goes to mvdeanw on Tumblr

2nd gif (last row, left) credit goes to DanceWithMeJensen on Tumblr

I punched in the number into the dialpad and pressed the cell phone against my ear, awaiting for the call to be picked up. Within seconds, the dialtone stopped.

“Hello.” The voice on the other end said.

“Sam,” I said, and uttered my name. “listen, a buddy of mine said to call you if any of us see your brother, well, I’ve got a location on your brother and that asshole Crowley. They’re hold up in some shithole bar with a karaoke machine in Beulah, North Dakota.”

“You sure it’s them?” Sam asked.

“It matches the photo I saw.” I explained, and then added, “but, I’m sending you a photo just incase, along with the address.” I fiddled with my phone, and forwarded a shot I had taken of them just a few hours ago.

Sam exhaled.

The silence lingered, and I cleared my throat. “Are you still there?”

“Yes, sorry. That’s them alright,” he said between gritted teeth. “I won’t be able to get out there that fast. Look, I know this might be a lot to ask, but would you be able to get Dean away from Crowley, and stall them or anything, just make sure he doesn’t run off.” Sam stuttered.

“I can try. But by the looks of it, it doesn’t seem as if they’re going anywhere. I followed them to the motel they’re staying, and there was a booking under an Eddie Van Halen which they paid for cash for the next two weeks.”

“That’s definitely the kind of alias Dean would use.” Sam explained. “Listen, there’s something you should know… about Dean.” He paused.

“Okay?” I questioned.

Sam exhaled. “Dean is a demon, it’s a long story- but something happened a while back, I don’t know how- but he turned.”

“That’s- woah.” I said, trying to process the information.

“I’m trusting you with this information- please don’t kill him.”

I exhaled. “Sam, I know not everything is as black and white. But, if he’s a demon-” I paused.

“There’s a cure.” He interjected.

“What?”

“I can’t quite get into it now. But promise me you won’t kill him.”

I closed my eyes, contemplating everything for a second before I opened them again. “I won’t.” I gave him my word.

“Thank you. And, you’re able to stall them? I know my brother, and if he finds out you’re another hunter - it’s not going to end well.”

“Don’t you worry about that, I know how to distract men like him. He won’t even see it coming.” I insisted.  

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As I pushed open the doors and entered the bar, I was immediately hit with the whiff of vinegary aroma of the beer that covered every inch of the place. A muffled sound of chatter filled the room, but was drowned out by the terrible singing that was being blared from the low quality speakers and microphone. Occassionaly, there would be a high pitched sound from the microphone feedback, causing people to flinch.

In the distance, I recognized the man up on the stage. Dean stumbled in his stance, he wore a gray shirt with a black T-shirt underneath, paired with blue jeans and black boots. In one hand he held his half filled beer and with the other the microphone was placed below his lips. As he attempted to sing the song I’m Too Sexy, with half of the lyrics either incorrect or slurred.

People booed at him, but he didn’t seem to care as he continued on.

I watched as Dean was lost in his own little world, singing and dancing to the lyrics. I adjusted my top, pulling it down as I stood straighter in my stance and walked towards him. During the time I had been following Dean, I had managed to be a ghost in the shadows. Blending in amongst the rest of the crowd, however, tonight. I needed to be seen.

I had chosen the tightest clothes I owned, consisting of a white tank top and blue jeans, paired with a black leather jacket and six inch heeled boots.

My gaze met with Dean’s, as I winked at him. I watched as the corner of his mouth turned into a smile. I spun on my heels, knowing full well that his eyes were glued to my body, as I made my way towards the bar, and took a seat on the bar stool.

It didn’t take long, before I heard the music stopping followed by Dean by my side.

“Hello there,” he smirked, as he leaned on the counter.

“Hi there, handsome.” I flirted.

“What’s your name, darling?” He asked.

“Buy me a drink first, and I’ll tell you.” I teased.

Dean gestured at the bartender. “A Jack and Coke.” I said.

“And another beer… actually keep ‘em coming.” Dean said, then added, “and put them on Crowley’s tab.”

Unsure of how much time had passed, however based on the amount of empty beer glasses that had compiled on the counter, I only assumed it had been a while.

 I couldn’t deny that Dean was incredibly attractive, and he was certainly the type of man I would usually go for. Knowing what he was, I knew I had to be careful and shouldn’t fall for him. But, it was certainly a challenge.

I finished the rest of my drink, and turned my attention to Dean, edging forward and closing the gap between us. Gently, I rested my hand on his thigh as it glided up his leg.

“What do you say we get out of here?” I purred.

Dean smirked. “Lead the way sweetheart.”

I removed myself from the barstool and made my way out of the bar towards the motel just nearby. I knew Dean’s eyes were on me, as I continued to lead the way.

Just then, I paused by the door to my room. I turned to face Dean, he towered over me and closed the gap between us. He lowered his head as he pressed his lips onto mine. Despite knowing that I should pull away, I couldn’t help but let the desire posess over me.

My lips parted, and Dean slipped his tongue inside my mouth. My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer towards me. He must have felt the urgency behind my kiss, as he pressed his body into mine, slamming my back into the door.

Suddenly, we paused and I tried to catch my breath, feeling slightly light-headed. I shook my head, and tried to recollect what had just happened.

My hand reached into the pocket of my jeans as I pulled out the key and unlocked the door towards my motel room.

We crossed the threshold, and Dean closed the door behind him.

There wasn’t much to the boxy little motel room, and having lived my life on the road, the endless motels began to merge in my mind. All I needed were four walls, a bed and a decent shower.

I spun to face Dean, and he immediately stepped towards me. His hands were all over me, and his mouth found mine again. He hoisted me up and my legs wrapped around his body.

My fingers found it’s way knotted in his hair as I tugged onto the ends, he groaned into me, which caused him to deepen the kiss.

Then, Dean carried me over to the bed as he threw me down before climbing on top of me. My hands caressed his broad shoulders, and then his muscular chest, as we continued to make out. His wet tongue deep inside of my mouth.

Dean’s touch stroked the side of my body as he reached up and grabbed my neck, choking me gently. I moaned, as I pulled him closer to me. He lowered his lips onto my neck, just as he did so I felt his stubble tickle my skin.

He left a trail of kisses along my neck. I moaned as my fingers became entwined once again in his hair. He pulled away and our gazes locked.

Then, I rolled us over, as Dean allowed me to so that I was on top of him. It seemed to excite Dean, as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged at it.

My fingers danced across his chest. “Do you want to play?” I teased.

“Always, sweetheart.” He responded.

I reached over towards my duffel bag just by the bed, as I tried to slyly retrieve the handcuffs. However, I could not feel them.

Dean shifted in his position, reaching towards his back pocket. All of a sudden, I recognized the familiar object dangling from his fingertips.

I flinched.

The shiny silver handcuffs, etched with the sigil of the Devil’s Trap hung from Dean’s fingers.

“I guess this is what you’re looking for?” He challenged. “I saw them poking out of your bag just now, so swiped them when you weren’t looking.”

Immediately, I lunged towards Dean, but he was as fast as lighting. He rolled me over and pinned me down. Within seconds, he had managed to cuff me to the bottom of the headboard of the bed.

Angrily, I tugged at my now bound hands, with Dean towering over me. His eyes flashed to the jet black, no longer were the crystal green eyes.

He drew out a knife from the inside of his jacket and placed it under my neck.

My jaw clenched, and my breathing quickened as I tried to stay as still as I could.

“Uh huh,” He warned, and added, “so you know what I am. And, I’m guessing Sammy sent you?”

I swalloed the lump in my throat. “Can I at least sit up, at this angle the cuffs are digging into my skin.”

Dean held his gaze with mine, as his eyes narrowed. As if he were pondering if I was lying. However, he removed the knife away from my neck.

“Your brother cares about you Dean.” I said, as I managed to sit up, and adjusted my hands lower behind my back trying to conceal them away from Dean’s vision. I would always have a bobby pin slipped onto the edge of my sleeve. My only shot was to stall him, as I tried to pick at the lock of the cuffs.

“It’s a shame, because I reallly think you and I had something going.” He said.

I scoffed. “Yeah, a Demon and hunter- I’m sure that’ll end well.”

“I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes.” He teased.

“It was all part of the plan.” I shot back. Not quite sure that I even believed myself.

Dean shifted in his position, his eyes locked with mine. “Are you so sure about that?” He edged forward, as he raised the knife and placed it on my bare chest. I felt the ice coldness of the blade caress my skin.

I felt my heartbeat pound against my chest and my breathing quickened.

“The way you kissed me just now, your hands all over my body,” he whispered, as he moved the blade down to my tits, using it to rub against my hardened nipples. I bit down on my lower lip. He stared down, and then back up at me again, then smirked. His hand grabbed around my neck, “ever since I became a Demon. I can fuck you harder and faster.” He growled, his hot breath on my skin.

“That’s what all men say.”

“Honey, there ain’t no other men like me.” He smirked.

His hand moved down, along with the knife as he draped the flat surface of the blade down on my body and then on my inner thigh.

“Well, I have a rule… and that’s I don’t really like to mix business with pleasure.” I said.

Dean removed his grip from my neck, along with the knife from my thigh. “It’s a shame that now I have to kill you.”

“Yeah, well I’ll like to see you try.” I challenged.

Immediately, my fist swung and connected with his face. Dean was taken aback and stumbled backwards.

“All you men are so easily distracted.” I teased, as I held the handcuffs in my hand.

I lunged towards Dean, but he side stepped. Hurriedly, I parried and he blocked the impact. Knowing that Dean had a height advantage over me, I slammed my heel into his shin.

The blow caused him to stumble, as he knelt down on the ground. I quickly reached for the flask containing Holy Water from my duffel bag, as I tore away the cap and chucked the water at Dean.

Smoke emerged from his face, as he groaned in pain. Now slightly weakened, I pushed him down onto the bed, and quickly placed the handcuffs on him, bounding him to the headboard.

I placed a knife under his neck, as he stared at me in anger.

“I sort of prefer it when I’m on top” I provoked.

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Once Sam had shoved Dean into the backseat of the Impala, he slammed the door shut and approached me.

I watched from the distance, as Dean’s eyes were glued to me. But the more I studied Dean, I soon realized that it wasn’t anger in his eyes, but melancholy.

Sam wore a dark green coat with a blue plaid shirt underneath, paired with jeans and boots. His right arm was in a sling, I had thought about asking him what had happened, but swallowed the question.

“Thank you again.” Sam said.

“Don’t worry about it.” I said nonchalantly and waved my hand. I cleared my throat. “So… there’s a cure?”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, listen- I know this whole thing sounds skeptical-” He trailed off.

“I think he’s still in there somewhere.” I said, as I watched Sam’s eyes widened. “Earlier, he could have killed me the second I knew about him, but he didn’t. I could sense his hesitation.”

Sam exhaled, as his expression shifted in a moment of relief. “We should get going, thank you once again.”

“Hey, Sam- let me know what happens. Please.”

Sam nodded. “Of course.” He answered, as he turned away and got into the Impala.

I watched as the Impala roared to life, moving into the distance further and further away, until I was standing there alone.

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Forsaken

Chase Collins x Caleb Danvers (M/M)

The Covenant (2006)

Summary: After the night of the Bonfire party, in an attempt to get to know his peers Chase invites Caleb over to his dorm to hang out. However, as the night progresses things get steamy.

Age rating: 18+ Mature content

Word count: 1,821

Gif credits goes to multi-fandommaniac and nestito702 on Tumblr

Note: The gif on the second row (left) is from the show Political Animals. The others are from The Convenant (2006)

Caleb stalks through the hallway as his eyes scanned the perimeter before him. He often wondered why the campus was always so dimly lit, after all, he knew of the insane amounts of money students’s parents had invested into this place.

So why couldn’t the institution still afford lighting?

Finally, he paused at the end of the hallway. His gaze fixated on the dorm number that was etched onto the door, as his fist connected amongst it.

Moments later, the door flung wide open and he was greeted by Chase Collins. He wore a forest green T-shirt, paired with light blue jeans, and a silver chain that hung from the loops.

“Hey, man.” Chase said.

“Hey,” Caleb muttered. He hadn’t told any of the guys that he was hanging out with Chase Collins tonight, especially Pogue.

Caleb didn’t want to get in the middle of things, and with the brief encounter he had had with Chase the other night. He thought Chase seemed friendly enough, however, his gut was telling him that there was something about him. Which he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Chase side-stepped and allowed Caleb to cross over the threshold and into his room. As Caleb inspected his room, posters were hung up on various spots across his walls, ranging from Linkin Park to Papa Roach. His bed sat in the centre of the room, with the duvet crumbled up at the end of the bed. A wooden dresser sat against the wall which led to the bathroom. Cardboard boxes were scattered across the room, with clothes overflowing from them.

“I’m still unpacking, it’s been a bitch.” Chase said, as he stepped into the dorm room. He kicked aside a few boxes, “here, sit-”

Awkwardly Caleb sunk himself down onto the bed and adjusted his position. His eyes laid upon the TV before him, which was propped onto a black TV unit, beneath it was an Xbox 360 and stacks of games and CDs just laid adjacent.

Caleb’s attention fixated on a particular game as he leaned forward. “Oh sweet dude, is that the new Gears of War?” He asked.

Chase nodded. “Yeah, you wanna play?”

“Dude, yeah!”

Chase knelt down as he fumbled with something, as Caleb’s eyes followed his. He noticed that a mini fridge was beneath Chase’s desk. He withdrew two cans of beer and stepped towards Caleb. “But first,” he said and handed a can to Caleb.

“Oh my god, how did you get all this cool stuff in here?”

Chase shrugged. “My parents invested a lot of money into this school. I can pretty much do whatever.”

Caleb flashed a smile. “Nice.” He opened the can of beer and took a long gulp, before setting it down on the ground.

Then, Chase handed him the game consoles. “Scoot over.” He said, as he sat himself down on the bed beside Caleb.

Their bodies pressed against each other side by side, on the single bed.

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Unsure of how much time had passed, which based on the empty cans of beer that were now dispersed on the ground. Caleb knew that it had to have been a few hours. Chase had also suggested that they move onto something stronger. In which, he had fished out a bottle of whiskey.

Caleb began to feel lightheaded, as his vision blurred and he tried his hardest to focus on the game.

“Dude, come on!” Chase yelled.

“I’m kicking your ass, bro.” Caleb commented. Just then, Chase watched as his avatar being blown to bits. He cursed, and flung the console aside. “And, that’s how you do it!” Caleb teased.

“Alright, you were able to beat me in that game- but trust me, you wouldn’t be able to in real life.” Chase commented, as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey and handed it to Caleb.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I bet I can kick your ass too in real life.”

Chase’s eyes widened. “Oh really?” He challenged, and then playfully punched Caleb in the arm.

Caleb’s hand jerked, and the whiskey spilled out. He immediately set it down. “That wasn’t fair, bro- I wasn’t ready.”

Suddenly, Caleb shot up as he grabbed Chase by the neck. Abruptly, Chase pinned Caleb down. Chase’s hand gripped around Caleb’s wrist as he tried to fight against the force.

To Caleb’s surprise, Chase was definitely a lot stronger than he looked. Chase grunted, as he continued to pin Caleb down. As Caleb wrapped his leg around Chase’s waist, hoping to try to flip him around.

“Give it up, Danvers.” Chase declared.

Caleb thrashed beneath Chase, as Chase pressed his arm across Caleb’s chest pushing him down further into the bed.

Finally, Caleb gave up. His breathing quickened and he laid motionless beneath Chase. It was then, that his eyes locked with Chase’s crystal blue eyes.

Chase’s lips parted, as his chest heaved. He shifted in his position, as he remained hovering over Caleb. His hand glided along Caleb’s chest as he wrapped his hand around his throat.

Caleb exhaled, his heartbeat pounded against his chest. He swallowed the lump in his throat, as he found his fingers entwined in the ends of Chase’s shirt.

The thought of being with another man had never crossed Caleb’s mind before, however, he couldn’t deny that he felt a pull towards Chase.

Caleb tugged at Chase’s shirt, in which Chase took it as an indication. He lowered himself down onto Caleb, just when their lips were about to touch, Caleb pulled back.

Immediately, Chase distanced himself from Caleb. “I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“No, it’s not that-” Caleb began, and shook his head. “I’ve never done this before… with a guy.” He added.

Chase pursed his lips. “Don’t be scared.” He whispered, as his hand cupped Caleb’s face. “I’ll teach you.” He said, and smiled deviously.

Caleb gulped, as he wrapped his arms around Chase’s neck and pulled him close towards him. Their mouths collided, and Caleb’s lips parted, as Chase slipped his tongue inside Caleb’s mouth.

Caleb released a moan, and felt the urgency rising in his veins. He pulled Chase closer into him. Chase planted both his hands on each side of Caleb’s face as he pressed his body down into him. He grunted, as their tongues continued to dance with each other’s.

Then, Chase’s hand slowly slithered down Caleb’s body as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans.

Caleb’s arched his back as he moaned from beneath Chase’s touch.

Chase stopped the kiss, which left Caleb wanting more. He wiped the corners of his mouth.

Slowly, Chase slithered down Caleb’s body, occasionally he stared up at him through his eyelashes as he gazed at him with a devious stare.

Chase paused above Caleb’s crotch, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and then slowly unbuckling his belt.

Caleb released another moan, as Chase’s hand grabbed down onto Caleb’s bulge. “Oh my god.” Caleb squirmed in pleasure.

Chase continued to stroke his bulge, as he gently undid Caleb’s pants, before pulling down his briefs. His cock was already hard, Chase’s hand glided up and down Caleb’s cock, and his breathing quickened as he spread his legs wider and pushed his hips up.

The sight of Caleb caused a delight in Chase, knowing that at this moment he was all his. And then, Chase licked his lips as he lowered himself down onto Caleb, his hand grabbed the base of his cock. Chase spat onto Caleb’s cock, his warm saliva dripped down the shaft of his penis. Then, Chase opened his mouth, as he began to suck. His hand cupped Caleb’s balls as he fondled with them.

Caleb’s gripped down onto the edge of the pillow as he continued to moan and thrive beneath Chase’s touch. He had obviously gotten a blowjob before, but this time was clearly different. Chase definitely knew his way around.

Caleb’s fingers found its way entwined in Chase’s hair, as he pressed his head down. He heard the muffled sounds of gagging, which he immediately released his hold on Chase’s head.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Caleb said.

Chase stared up at him, his mouth completely stained with Caleb’s precum. The corners of his eyes were a little watery. “It’s okay, you’re a really big boy, aren’t you?” He smirked.

The remark caused Caleb to blush.

Abruptly, Caleb sat up. He extended his hands and hurriedly undid Chase’s pants, tugging violently. “Woah, easy there.” Chase commented, as he cupped Caleb’s chin tilting his head up as their eyes locked. “How badly do you want me inside of you?”

Caleb swallowed the lump in his throat. “Very badly.” He pleaded.

“Take off your shirt.” Chase ordered, immediately, Caleb did as he was told.

Chase shoved Caleb back down onto the bed, as he removed his jeans and shirt, casting them aside. He climbed onto the bed, as he gripped onto Caleb’s ankles pushing his legs wide apart.

Then, Chase reached over towards his bedside drawer, as he yanked open the top drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube and a condom.

He squeezed the bottle of lube and then pressed against Caleb’s ass, his fingers massaged his entrance. Caleb released another moan.

Once, Chase had placed the rubber onto himself he closed the gap between them. His face just a mere inch away from Caleb’s.

Immediately, Caleb closed the distance between them, as his mouth found Chase’s. And then, Caleb felt Chase slowly enter inside of him.

“Oh god.” The pleasurable words were being released from Caleb’s lips.

At first, Chase’s thrusts were slow, he buried his face into the side of Caleb’s neck, as he heard Chase’s muffled grunts.

Caleb’s hands caressed Chase’s back as his fingernails dug deep into his bare skin. The urgency was enough for Chase to thrust harder into him. The headboard banged violently against the plaster wall, and they knew it’d definitely leave a dent.

Caleb bit down on his lower lip, as Chase continued to slam his cock into his tight entrance repeatedly. Chase closed his eyes, as he gripped onto the edge of the headboard for support.

“Chase.” Caleb moaned, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ as he felt himself edging closer towards release.

“Are you gonna come?” Chase asked.

Caleb nodded.

Chase thrust harder and faster into him, and moments later Caleb came. He cried in pleasure, his chest heaving.

Just then, Chase removed his cock from Caleb. His body quivered, and Caleb immediately sat up. Tore off the rubber, and placed his mouth around Chase’s hardened cock. He continued to suck onto Chase, as he pressed Caleb’s head down further into him, as he released into Caleb’s mouth.

Chase exhaled, as he withdrew away from Caleb. He smirked as Caleb’s mouth was full of his cum.

“Now, that’s a pretty little sight.” Chase said, as his thumb grazed over Caleb’s lips.

[the-lone-writer94]

Rebel Love Song

Vic Lakota x (You) Female Reader

Summary: You have been dating Vic for a month now but with his busy tour schedule you’ve hardly been able to spend any time with him. As a result of this, he’s asked you to come on tour with him, but even on tour he’s hardly around, he feels incredibly bad and tries to make it up to you... in bed.

Age rating: 18+ Mature (Fingering and oral)

Word count: 1,002

Your eyelids slowly flutter open, and your vision slowly fixates on the surroundings around you. The stench of beer infused with cigarette smoke lingers on the tour bus, and you slowly slither down from the bunk.

Your arms extend over your head as you stretch your body out, as you questioned how on earth can band members sleep in these things for days on end.

You release a yawn as you stumble your way out into the main part of the tour bus. Mountains of empty plastic cups were sprawled in every inch of the place, followed by empty food containers and bottles of alcohol.

The bus was empty and then you heard the thumping sounds of footsteps emerge. You peered to the entrance and watched as Hawk entered the bus.

“Hey Hawk, have you seen Vic?” You asked.

“He’s doing meet and greets with the band,” Hawk responded and then asked, “have you seen Leo?”

You shook your head.

Hawk cursed beneath his breath. “I swear these kids. I’ve been on the road with Ozzy Osbourne, you’d think I can handle a couple of kids.”

Hawk rubbed his temples, “well if you see Leo tell him to get his ass over to the meet and greet area.”

“Sure.” You answered, as you watched Hawk turn away and leave the bus.

Then, your eyes dart to try to locate your phone, within the next few seconds you push away the stacks of stuff, until you managed to locate your messenger bag. Your hand fished through the items as you drew out your phone.

There were several messages from Vic saying that  meet and greets were taking longer than he expected and that he’d try to see you after rehearsals.

You frowned, and pushed away the feelings of disappointment. As you responded to Vic letting him know that you missed him and hoped to see him later on.

After getting dressed, you figured you’d at least check out the festival before meeting up with Vic.

---------------------------------------------------

Several hours had passed, you found yourself back in the bunk bed, completely exhausted from running around the festival trying to catch your favorite bands from different stages. Then, you turned onto your side and noticed Vic was beside you.

“Hey babe.” You said.

Vic’s luscious locks of jet black hair was sprawled across the pillow as his arm was wrapped around you. He was shirtless and had his black jeans on, you could just about smell the musky scent of his aftershave “I didn’t want to wake you.” He whispered.

“Oh God, did I sleep for most of the day?” You questioned in confusion.

He nodded. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around.”

“No, it’s okay-”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” He closed the gap between you as he planted his lips on yours.

You deepened the kiss and your lips parted, as Vic slipped his tongue into yours. His hand glided onto the side of your face as he gently caressed your skin. Immediately, you pulled him in closer towards you as your tongues continued to glide against each other.

The tip of his finger traced along your collarbone, as his hand draped lower and lingered over your breast. He smiled deviously, as he cupped it.

You released a moan, as he continued to caress you. Then, his thumb traced over your nipple as he continued to go in circles, before he began to pinch at them.

Then, Vic climbed ontop of you. As he did so, the back of his head connected against the wall of the bunk.

You gasped. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said and added with a devious grin, “I guess I just need to keep my head down.”

Vic slowly slithered down your body, as he left a trail of kisses along your chest and stomach.

You moaned, as you felt his fingers linger on the waistband of your shorts. Carefully, he pulled them down, before removing your panties. He stared up at you through his eyelashes as he lowered his mouth down onto you.

Your heartbeat pounded against your chest, and you held in your breath as you felt Vic’s warm tongue on your pussy. His tongue then began to glide up and down, then down and up again.

“Oh god.” You cried out in pleasure.

As Vic continued to eat you out, your hand reached down to his head as you ran your fingers through his hair. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged at it, which seemed to excite Vic as both his hands planted against your thighs as he pushed your legs wider.

Then, his other hand reached up as he grabbed your boob, his large hand squeezing over it.

Vic paused as he looked up at you, as he wiped the corners of his mouth. And then, you felt as he inserted a finger inside of you. You quivered beneath his touch, and then he slowly entered another finger.

His thumb then massaged your clit as he went in circular motions. You bit down on your lower lip as his fingers continued to thrust repeatedly into you.

“Vic.” You moaned his name, which only caused him to thrust his fingers faster. He paused, as he removed his fingers from inside you and lowered himself down onto you.

This time, he was much more forceful as he gripped down onto your thighs, his tongue slammed against your entrance. Your fingers found its way knotted into his hair again as he pulled onto his hair.

“I’m gonna come.” You said in a breathless tone.

You quivered as you came to a release as you panted trying to catch your breath.

Vic removed himself from you, his mouth was stained with your wetness as he licked his lips.

Suddenly, the curtain to the bunk bed thrashed open which caused both of you to gasp.

“What the fuck man!” Vic roared.

“Well once you’re done here, we’ve got a gig mate.” Dylan said.

[the-lone-writer94]

5 Minutes Alone

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Summary: You get to meet and interview your favourite band, but can you resist the quiet and sexy bass player?

Age rating: 18+

Word count: 1,933

P.S. I personally don't think this is my best work *ugh* I wrote this rather fast, and it is a shorter story compared to what I normally write. But anyway, I still enjoyed writing this

21st July 1990 

The thick layer of humidity hung in the air and the warmth grasped onto my body and clutching it in its claws. The air con in my shitty car was busted, and I could feel the sweat dripping down from the back of my neck. Flipping my hair aside, with one hand gripped on the steering wheel, I used my other to fan myself hoping it’ll cool me down. 

Another typical night in Dallas. 

Only, tonight was a huge night, after all, I was doing my first piece for Rip magazine. Right before I left the shitty motel the magazine had stuck me in. I had downed a couple of shots of tequila hoping to calm my nerves when I interviewed the band. 

Pantera had certainly made its mark on the music industry, and I was determined to do them justice by writing a piece that was able to capture the essence of the band. 

Glancing down at the map that was placed on the passenger seat beside me, I continued down onto Route 75. My gaze scanned the road ahead of me, dusk had slowly descended down upon us and a layer of twilight painted across the sky. I paused at the intersection, as I awaited for the traffic lights to flash. My thumb thumped against the steering wheel, and I chewed down on my lower lip. The anticipation was slowly consuming me. 

Once the traffic lights changed, I immediately stepped down onto the gas pedal. Taking a left turn, I continued straight ahead before the club came into view. 

Pulling up by the corner of The Basement, I switched off the ignition, with both my hands on the steering wheel I exhaled. 

You can do this.

I thought to myself. 

It’s just an interview, just stick to your notes and you’ll be fine. 

With a sigh, I pushed open the door and stepped out of my car, and seized my messenger bag. Sliding it onto my shoulder. 

As I descended down into the Basement, a thick layer of smoke clouded above me. A cluster of people had already formed. The lights were dimmed low, with neon red gleaming from the stage area. The sound of heavy riffs and drumbeats emerged from the speakers but the sound was drained out by the overlapping sounds of chatter that echoed through the club. 

I snaked my way through the crowd, as I drew nearer towards the entrance just adjacent to the stage. Before me stood a seven foot tall guy, he had a muscular figure and a shaved head with a tattoo of a snake on the side. His face remained expressionless as he guarded the door like a soldier. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as our gazes locked, which he looked as if he was ready to grab me and throw me out of the club. 

My hand immediately fumbled in my messenger bag as I drew out my badge and flashed it in front of his face. 

“I’m with Rip magazine, and I’m here to do an interview with the band.” I yelled over the voices. 

He snatched the badge from my hand and drew it closer towards his face. “Can I see some ID?” He asked in a monotone voice. 

“Sure.” I responded, then took out my wallet and passed my driver’s license to him. 

Once again, he took it in his hand as he raised the card towards my face, then simply nodded and handed me my badge and license. He stepped aside and gestured to the door leading towards backstage. 

With each step I took, I could feel my heartbeat pacing. I gripped down onto the strap of my messenger bag, as the stench of sweat, whiskey and cigarettes seeped into my nose. 

Before me were an array of shirtless guys, I immediately averted my gaze as if somehow feeling as if I had walked into the forbidden locker room. 

Just then, I felt my body collide into something. Struck by fear, I flinched and stared up. Abruptly, I was deep in awe and desire. The man before me was beautiful, with his long brunette locks that almost reached down to his waist. His bare chest with dark hair running down below to underneath his waistband. 

Lost for words, I stood there completely motionless. 

“Hi.” He said, his voice was low and soft. 

It took me several moments to recollect my thoughts, as I shook my head. “Hi. I’m so sorry,” I responded, as I muttered my name to him, then added, “I’m with Rip magazine. I’m here to interview you guys.” 

“Oh cool, I’m Rex.” He said. 

“I know.” I answered and smiled. 

He smiled back at me. 

After that, I was formally introduced to each and every member of the band. We sat on a beat up leather couch, cracks had formed all over and resembled snake skin. I shifted in my position as I drew out my notebook and set the recorder down onto the coffee table that was in front of it. 

During the course of the interview, my gaze constantly drifted over to Rex, who was sitting at the far end. Multiple occasions our gazes had found each other and locked, I had hoped to hear his sweet voice seep into my ears once again, however he was overshadowed by his other bandmates. To which, I was not entirely surprised, after all, it was a common trait of the front man to take more of a lead. 

“Well, that seems to be it. Thank you.” I said, as I closed my notebook, shoving it back into my bag, along with the voice recorder. 

“Great, stay for the show?” Phil asked me. 

“Sure,” I said., barely able to contain my excitement. 

“Well, then you gotta have one of these to keep you going.” Vinnie said, as he spun around and raised a pitcher, pouring it into a red plastic cup. Which he then handed to me. 

Hesitantly, I took it and sniffed it. I flinched, and the sound of a chuckle emerged. “Oh god, what is that?” 

“It’s the band’s special,” he explained, then added, “it’s a bit of everything. Whiskey, vodka, rum.” He said, then in one swift motion poured the cup into his lips and gulped it all down. He crushed the red cup with his bare hand, the liquid running down the corners of his mouth, as he laughed maniacally. 

I took a few gulps of it, immediately feeling the rush of poison coursing through my veins. “Woah.” 

“Welcome to the Pantera show!” Phil exclaimed.

The contents of the liquid certainly had an effect over me. A sense of euphoria and lightheadedness waved over me. Being able to witness the show had truly been a dream come true, and nothing like I had ever imagined. 

But, during the course of the show, I couldn’t help but lustfully gaze at Rex. The way his body moved to the rhythm of the music. How he held the bass with such dominance, the way his elegant long hair flipped backwards and forth. The sweat covered every inch of his body. I found myself constantly chewing down on my lower lip, and a tingling sensation down below.   

Once the show had ended, I slipped away backstage as I packed away my things. If I were to make it back to the motel and immediately start writing my piece whilst my body still possessed the events of tonight, perhaps I would be able to capture every part of it. 

I knelt down in front of my messenger bag as I did another thorough check of the contents inside my bag. In the far distance, I heard the thunderous roar of the crowd, chanting for Pantera. 

Completely lost in thought, I had somehow missed the thumping of footsteps approaching me, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat. 

“I hope you’re not leaving so soon.” The voice said seductively. 

Caught off guard, I spun around, trying my hardest not to drop my mouth wide open. Rex stood covered in sweat, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “Oh, I figured I’d try to write the article.” 

“There’s an after party now, you should stay.” He said. 

My cheeks flushed. The temptation possessed my body, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Hmm-” 

Rex stepped forward closing the gap between us. “I didn’t mean to be cold earlier during the interview. It’s just,” he said and then paused. His eyes averted from me, “I don’t really like interviews.” 

“No, that’s fine. I didn’t take any offense to it. I’m just happy I was able to cover the show.” I responded. 

He smiled. “Well, I hope you enjoyed it.” 

“Definitely.” 

“Do you want a drink?” 

I shook my head. “Oh god no,” I protested, raising my hands in the air, “that drink Vinnie gave me almost put me into a coma.” 

I found myself drawing closer towards Rex, my eyes fixated upon his lips and then his bare chest. He towered over me, and I could feel my heartbeat quicken. 

Perhaps it was the mixture of the alcohol and my dark desires that possessed me to do such a thing. 

The moment I stepped forward, to my surprise, Rex embraced me. His hand gently wrapped around my waist as he pulled me in closer, before his lips descended down onto mine. He kissed me slowly and gently at first, before the passion consumed both of us, as he deepened the kiss, taking me hungrily. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I pressed my body against his, not giving a shit that his sweat had now matted onto my skin. My lips parted and Rex slipped his tongue. 

My fingers found its way nestled into Rex’s hair as I tugged at his beautiful locks. He moaned, as he pressed his lower body into mine, feeling the bulge in his pants. Our tongues continued to dance against each other’s, as he guided me towards the coach. 

Laying on my back, Rex hovered above me, his hair dangling down and tickled my face. He smirked, as he pushed his hair back. “Sorry.” He laughed. 

“I like it.” 

He lowered his head down, as he continued to kiss me. His fingers then traced up against my collarbone, then down my shoulders and caressing the side of my breast as he then cupped it into his hand. 

“I want to go down on you.” He said breathlessly, feeling his hot breath against my skin. 

“Oh god.” I moaned. 

Slowly, he lowered his head down against my legs. His fingers slipped into my waistband as he pulled down my denim shorts, revealing my pink lace underwear. He smirked, as he slowly removed my panties, before he shoved them into his pocket. 

It was at that moment that I realized the door was unlocked, and anyone could walk in here and witness us in our entanglement. Somehow, the forbidden act had triggered the arousal in me. 

Rex gently placed his hands onto my thighs as he spread my legs apart, then he lowered himself down, placing his mouth down onto me. 

I moaned as his tongue continued to massage me. My legs closed in, gently pressing down onto the sides of his head. My hands found its way in his hair, as my fingers curled around a fistful of his hair as I grabbed it and tugged onto it. 

He continued to eat me out, as I moaned. “Rex.” I cried out his name breathlessly. 

[the-lone-writer94]

We'll Meet Again (Part 1)

Thank you @livingbreathingrocknroll for the idea!

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Summary: Set in 1983, you (female reader) have just moved to town, and have joined a band, but there's another rising band in town.... Pantera, and it so happens that the bands have a longstanding feud against each other. The other problem is you happen to have fallen for Pantera's bass player.

Age rating: 13+ (Steamy make out scene and mention of drugs)

Word count: 3,915 

Summer of 1983 

I pulled up at the Fotomat kiosk, the little yellow hut gleamed beneath the sun as I averted my gaze. I yanked on the hand brake and shifted my body to face my side of the car window. 

I heard the muffled sounds of music that seeped through the booth, as I peered through the window. 

“Hello?” I called out. 

Moments later, I heard the sounds of shuffling before a scrawny guy emerged. He had medium length light brown hair that was layered and was slightly teased with hairspray on the top, and wore a light blue sleeveless vest, exposing his slender yet toned arms. He had chocolate brown puppy dog eyes which I found myself being lost in his eyes.

“Hi,” he said. 

Suddenly, I found myself shifting back into reality. “Hi,” 

“What can I get you?” He asked. 

My brows furrowed. “What? I’m here to drop off some film.” 

He seemed taken aback. “Oh, of course.” 

My arm extended as I dropped off the roll into his hand, our fingers caressed as I did so, sending electrical pulses through my veins. I flinched, and I felt my cheeks turning red. 

He fumbled with the stack of tickets as he scribbled something across it, then he handed it to me. “That’ll be two dollars.” 

I handed him the cash, and our gaze connected with each other. “I’ve not seen you around?” He inquired. 

“I moved here two weeks ago.” I responded. 

He cocked his head to the side, as I noticed his gaze traveled over my shoulder. “You play bass?” He asked. 

I spun around, I had completely forgotten my bass was in the passenger seat. “Yeah,” I said. 

“Me too.” 

“Oh cool,” I answered, as I felt like a complete idiot for not trying harder to continue this conversation. 

“Hey, listen would you like to-” he began, but then paused. 

Suddenly, I jumped as the sound of the car horn roared behind me. I turned my head back to see a car had pulled up almost an inch away from me. A man bellowed from the top of his lungs. “Come on man!” As the car continued to drive closer towards mine. 

It had been instinct and fear, that I had immediately turned the ignition and drove away, as I cursed beneath my breath that my time was cut short with the cute bass player from the Fotomat kiosk. 

—-

The sounds rippled through the amplifiers, so deafening that it almost shattered my eardrums. I released the breath that I hadn’t realized I had held, as I opened my eyes and my senses returned back to me. 

Unfortunately, I wasn’t playing the stadium at Madison Square Garden, but I was in some dank basement. The walls were covered in bootleg posters we had printed from the Xerox place, empty beer bottles and pizza boxes scattered in every inch of the corner, almost making it impossible to walk through, there was also a stench of body odor that lingered and hung in the air, which caused my nose to twitch. Then, our equipment which we had scoured from garage sales, fixing them up as best as we could. 

“Whoo!” Billy, our lead singer of the band screamed. “That was heavy dude.” He commented. 

Rob, our drummer, wiped the sweat away from his forehead and exclaimed. “Totally!” 

“Don’t you think the bridge needs some work?” I asked. 

Rob scoffed. “Who cares. Practice is done, let’s all go to the Pit.” 

“She’s right,” Billy agreed, “if we want to beat Pantera then we have to perfect our songs.” 

“Dude, what’s your problem with Pantera?” Tom, our guitar player added. 

“Who is Pantera?” I asked. 

“They’re one of the rising hottest bands in town.” Rob answered. 

Billy’s nostrils flared. “There’s only room for one band in this town, and that is us!” 

“We’ll be fine dude, we’ve got something they don’t.” Rob said. 

“And what’s that?” Tom asked. 

Rob gestured to me. “A hot girl.” 

I raised my middle finger at him. “Fuck you, asshole. I’m more than that.” 

Sometimes, Rob had a tendency to make me want to kick him in the nuts. But then, I would swallow my anger because deep down he was actually a total sweetheart, and also his cousin was one of my friends. After having moved into this town two weeks ago, and not knowing a single soul. One afternoon, I met Scarlet, Rob’s cousin, at the record store. We both immediately hit it off, and she had hooked me up with joining the band. 

Rob smirked and waved his hand nonchalantly. “Yeah, yeah.” 

“You do give us an edge.” Tom added. 

“Are we going to the Pit or what?” Rob demanded. 

Billy sighed. “Fine, let’s go to the Pit.”

The Pit wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be on a Saturday night. Whilst the name of it was intriguing, the reality of it was sad. 

After all there wasn’t much for nineteen year olds to do. The Pit was located in an abandoned bowling alley on the outskirts of town, with a huge parking lot that had been sealed shut. The winning factor about it was it was in a remote part of town, far away from society where we were free to do as we wished. Several idiots had managed to break in, and anointing it to be the hangout spot of youth delinquency. 

Rob pulled up a block away from the Pit, already a cluster of cars had formed and surrounded the area. Muffled beats traveled throughout the air and a blaze of orange lights illuminated from the center. 

“This should be fun.” Rob said, and removed himself from the car. 

We all followed in Rob’s heels as we drew nearer and nearer towards the Pit. From a distance, I saw the sea of bodies that were scattered around the parking lot. Music blasted from the boombox which was set up in the corner, and the sounds of overlapped chatter echoed. 

Immediately, Billy spat in disgust. “Fuck, those assholes from Pantera are here!” He fumed. “I’m leaving!” 

“Dude, chill.” Rob said, and added, “just ignore them.” 

My gaze drifted over towards the crowd, and my heart lurched as I recognized the familiar face. The guy from the Fotomat kiosk. 

Suddenly, our gazes locked and he smiled. I watched as his lips moved, he had said something inaudible to his group of friends before he stalked his way over towards me. 

“Hi again,” he said. 

My cheeks flushed. “Hi.” I said, from my peripheral vision I could sense the death glares that Billy was giving me. 

“I’m glad I ran into you,” he said and took a sip from his red plastic cup. “I’m Rex. The bassist in Pantera.” 

“Oh,” I said, as I then proceeded to murmur my name. 

“Can I get you a drink?” 

“Hmm, sure,” I said. 

He spun around and I followed him on his heels. We snaked our way through the crowd as he paused before an ice box. He flipped the lid open and laughed nervously. 

“There’s not a lot of options,” he said. 

I shrugged. “I’m good with beer.” 

He reached down and grabbed a can of beer then handed it to me. I opened up the can and took a swig. The ice from the icebox had more or less melted, and the beer was now lukewarm, which wasn’t the most appealing. However, I wasn’t all that fussed. 

“So where did you move from?” He asked. 

“California.” 

“No shit, nice-” he responded, then added, “what are you doing here?” He laughed. 

I smirked. “I know right… I moved out here to be with my mom.” 

“Fair enough.” He responded. 

“So you say you’re in a band… Pantera? Was it?” I asked. 

Rex nodded. “Yeah, we’re actually releasing our first album next week and we’re playing at the Basement and then a party afterwards, you should come.” 

“Oh, that’ll be cool. What sorta sound do you guys make?” 

“We’re very into KISS and Van Halen.”

I nodded. “I saw KISS in Fresno ‘79. Yeah, I caught Ace Frehley’s guitar pick, and made it into a necklace.” I explained, as I pulled the necklace which was tucked underneath my shirt. 

Rex closed the gap between us as he lowered his head towards my neck. “Rad.” He responded. 

Just then, I felt a presence looming over me, as Billy cleared his throat. “Hello Rex.” He said in a threatening tone. 

Rex scoffed. “Billy.” 

“I see you’ve met our bass player.” Billy challenged. 

Rex’s eyes widened. “Oh.” 

“Yes, oh-” Billy continued, “your little buddies better watch out.” 

Rex scoffed. “Dude, you need to chill-” 

“I’m not gonna chill.” Billy hissed. “We’re gonna crush you at the Basement.” 

“Whatever dude, we’re releasing our first record.” 

Billy’s eyes widened. “Of course, it’ll be easy to release a record when your buddy’s dad owns a studio.” 

“Woah man, you better watch it!” A guy with huge wavy hair stepped besides Rex. 

Rex spun around and placed his hand on the guy’s arm. “It’s alright Dime.” He murmured. 

Suddenly, I felt something on my arm, as I turned around and watched as Tom pulled me aside. “You don’t wanna get in the middle of this.” He said. 

“What is their problem?” I asked. 

Tom sighed. “It’s a long dumb story. Basically, Rex runs a little side project of his own at the Fotomat kiosk he works out. He sells drugs in the Fotomat roll bags,” Tom explained.

Something clicked in my mind from my encounter with Rex earlier at the Fotomat kiosk. He must have assumed I was there to buy drugs off of him. 

“Anyway, I guess Billy has a big mouth and was going around town telling everyone about it,” Tom continued, “so Rex just charged him like double. And, I don’t know, I guess this started this whole feud.” 

“Really?” I asked, as my brows furrowed. 

“I don’t know, man.” Tom sighed, as he took a huge gulp of his beer and burped. 

—--

A couple of days had passed, and my mind had utterly been consumed by Rex. After the incident at the Pit, I had contemplated whether I wanted to even go near the Pantera show and party. 

I turned around and lay on my back, my gaze fixated on the ceiling. Suddenly, I felt something collide against my face. 

“What the fuck?” I yelled, as I grabbed the teddy bear and flung it aside. 

Scarlet was seated on the ground, with several magazines sprawled before her. “Hello, I’m talking here.” 

I shook my head. “Sorry, my mind is just somewhere else.” 

“I can see that. What were you thinking about?” 

I shifted in my position and faced Scarlet. “Do you know anything about the band’s feud with Pantera? Tom told me that it’s because Rex charged Billy a lot of money for the drugs and he wasn’t happy about it.” 

Scarlet scoffed. “I wish that’s all it was.” 

“So there’s more?” 

“Way more,” Scarlet began, “one night Rex made out with a girl at some party, and then that same girl made out with Billy. He wasn’t too happy about it.”

I felt a weird sensation coursing through me after hearing the story. “I mean, these things happen. Seems a bit dramatic to start a full on feud about it.” 

“I think there’s more, but it’s hard to tell what are rumors or not,” Scarlet explained, and then added, “why do you wanna know?” 

I shrugged. “I met Rex at the Pit a few nights ago… I don’t know, I just thought he was cute and he invited me to Pantera’s party.” 

Scarlet’s brows furrowed. “You think Rex is cute? That scrawny guy?” 

“Yeah,” I said and averted my gaze from Scarlet. 

“He’s got those huge puppy dog eyes, I guess… but no, I like my men rugged and burly… like Tom Selleck.” Scarlet lusted, as she drooled. 

“Anyway,” I said and changed the subject. “I’m just thinking if I should go.” 

Suddenly, Scarlet shot up and stalked towards me. “Don’t do it,” she warned, “I’m serious… your bands have always been at war with each other.” 

“Oh come on, stop being so dramatic.” I said, and waved my hand. 

“Seriously,” she urged and said my name sternly, “if you wanna be in the band, stay away from Rex.” 

I rolled my eyes. “It can’t be that bad.” 

Scarlet shook her head. “This band is going places, I’ve heard from Rob that there’s talks about an executive from Mercury who is interested in you guys.” 

“Oh my god, Mercury!” I exclaimed. 

Scarlet nodded. “Just don’t piss Billy off by doing something stupid, otherwise he’s gonna kick ya out.”

“Fine, I won’t.” 

“Seriously, you and Rex. It’s fucking Romeo & Juliet, alright. It’s forbidden.” 

—-

My eyes fixated on the calendar, it was the day of Pantera’s album release party. Multiple scenarios flashed in my mind. 

I hadn’t seen Rex since the night at the Pit, and it was driving me insane. Everytime I close my eyes, I would vision him. The way he smiled, and the way our skin caressed when we touched. 

But then, I didn’t want to jeopardize my position in the band. I had been in a lot of shitty bands during my time in California, and I just know that this is it. 

As I watched the hours pass by on the clock before me, I suddenly found myself in my closet. I put on a beat up KISS T-shirt, paired with leather pants I had bought for ten goddamn bucks at a thrift store in L.A., then a chunky leather belt and black platform shoes. During those several moments, it was as if I had been possessed, I knew what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself. 

After I had gotten ready, I got into my car and drove to the Basement towards Pantera’s show. I still had trouble navigating my way around town, the last time I had gone to the Basement, Rob had driven all of us. It was also the very first time I had performed with the band, and my mind was beyond somewhere else, that I had downed several cans of beer before the show, and my memories of that night were both fuzzy and a haze. For all it was worth, that night could have been a figment of my imagination. 

The map was sprawled on the passenger seat beside me, earlier when I had left the house. I had quickly drawn out the route from my home to the Basement, darkening the lines on the map in pencil. Every now and then, I glanced down at the map and then back to the road again, as I continued down onto Route 75. 

I peered down at my wrist watch, time was certainly against me, as my foot pressed down on to the gas pedal, and the engine roared. 

Finally, I took a right turn down onto Park Lane and carried on straight, until the familiarity of the road came flooding back to me. In the distance, I managed to make out the Basement on the right hand side. 

I swerved into a spot just several paces before the club, and switched off the ignition. My hands trembled, and I felt beads of sweat pouring down from my forehead. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, and suddenly urged for a cigarette. 

I closed my eyes and exhaled, as I tried to repress the nerves. 

Once I had brought myself together, I removed myself from the car. Just when I was about to stalk towards the club, I heard a voice calling out my name. 

I spun around and flinched, as I watched Billy and Tom before me. “What are you doing here?” Billy asked. “Are you going to Pantera’s show?” His brows furrowed. 

“Hmm,” I said nervously, then shook my head, “no- I’m just meeting a friend nearby, she’s from back home and wanted to check out the sites.” 

“Here? There’s nothing around.” Tom questioned. 

I nodded and shrugged. “I don’t know why,” I lied.

“Right?” Billy responded with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“What are you guys doing here?” As I immediately found a solution to change the subject. 

“We’ve just been hitting record store to record store, cause Billy wants to get the ABBA album-” Tom said and then paused, as Billy shot him a cold glare. Tom cleared his throat, “I mean Black Sabbath album.” 

“Uh huh,” I said as I raised an eyebrow. 

Abruptly, Billy shook his head. “Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole, but Pantera is bad news okay.” 

“What happened?” I asked, proceeding with caution. 

Billy’s jaw clenched. “I don’t want to get into it now,” he hissed, “you’re a good bass player, and I think with you in the band we actually have a shot of getting signed. I would hate for that to not work out because of someone.” He said.

 I stared into Billy’s eyes. The venomous glare sent shivers down my spine. “You have my word Billy.” I responded. 

“Good.” He answered, his expression softened. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night for practice. And you’re right that the bridge in that song is a little off- we should work on it more.” 

“Totally.” I agreed. 

“See ya tomorrow.” Billy said. 

“Later.” Tom added. 

I watched as they stalked away from me. My gaze drifted over towards the Basement, my heart pounded against my chest. Conflicted thoughts bounced through my mind, as I contemplated my next moves. 

Perhaps, I would come clean to Rex that I wasn’t to see him. 

I swallowed the fear, and stepped towards the club. As I descended down into the Basement, a thick layer of smoke clouded above me. My eyes widened at the amount of people that crowded in the club. The lights were dimmed low, with neon red gleaming from the stage area. The sound of heavy riffs and drumbeats emerged from the speakers but the sound was drained out by the overlapping sounds of chatter that echoed through the club. 

Suddenly, a wave of dread washed over me, and realization had struck me what a terrible idea this was. I couldn’t risk this for a guy. 

Abruptly, I spun as I tried to bolt from the club,  only to have collided into something, or someone. It took me several moments to realize the person who stood before me. 

Rex. 

“Hey, you came.” He said and flashed a smile. 

“Actually… I’ve gotta go-” I said, and stepped forward. 

“Woah, wait,” he urged and grabbed my arm gently, “is everything alright?” 

“Yeah,” I said nervously, “it’s just-” I paused, unable to find the words. 

“Is this because of Billy?” 

“No… I mean, yeah… kinda-” I stuttered. “Look, whatever went on between you and Billy, I don’t give a shit about that. But, I don’t want to jeopardize my position in the band. It means a lot to me.” 

“Totally,” he answered, and then added, “but just because you’re in a different band doesn’t mean that you and I-”

I raised my finger in the air. “Don’t say it Rex,” I warned, “I gotta go.” I sighed.

“No wait,” Rex protested. “Let’s just talk about it, please?” He asked. 

I gazed into his chocolate brown eyes, as I acknowledged the urgency behind them. “Alright.” I admitted. 

He pulled me aside as we stepped inside a phone booth in the corner of the club. The booth was covered with stickers of bands, the stench of beer lingered. There were moments, when I didn’t necessarily want to fixate on what could have possibly gone on in here. Suddenly, I was very aware of the fact that our bodies were pressed against each other. 

Rex closed the sliding door, and we were thrown into our own little private paradise. 

“I don’t know what you’ve heard from Billy-” He began. 

“Rex, you don’t have to tell me.” 

Rex shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine… I was drunk, and I hit Billy’s car.” 

My brows furrowed. “Oh,” 

“Yeah, he was pretty pissed about it but I paid him for the damages and I thought we were good, but I guess not.” Rex said and shrugged. 

I stared at him bewildered, trying to fit the different stories and the pieces together. “Well, I’m new in town and I just don’t really know anyone. Billy is a nutcase sometimes, but he and the guys have been good to me, and I don’t want to fuck that up.” 

“And I get it, but I like you”

I sighed, “I like you too, Rex-” he opened his mouth, but then I interrupted him, “but it’s not going to work out between us.” 

 He stepped closer towards me, even with the platform boots he still managed to tower over me. I felt his hot breath caress my skin. “You know that day at the Fotomat when you handed me the film and our hands touched,” he said, his voice low and sweet like honey. 

Suddenly, I felt Rex’s fingers graze along my hand. My jaw clenched and my heartbeat quickened. His touch continued, as his fingers draped along my arm. 

I exhaled, and closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, as I felt Rex’s touch. My eyelids slowly opened, as I saw Rex’s face just a mere inch away from me. My gaze drifted over his lips, as I chewed on my lower lip. 

It didn’t take long before the temptation had overshadowed and possessed me. 

“Oh fuck it,” I heaved, as I grabbed Rex by the neck and our lips crashed onto each other’s. At first, I managed to taste the faint linger of cigarettes and beer, laced upon his lips. 

Immediately, his hands rested upon my waist as he pulled me closer towards him. He deepened the kiss, and my lips parted allowing his tongue to slip inside. He pressed his body against mine, and pushed me into the wall. Then, he removed both of his hands away from my body as he pressed his palms against the wall, framing me inside, knowing that in this current state, I was all his.

My hands reached up towards his face, as my fingers edged along his jawline, feeling the short stubble framing his jawline and chin, I could only assume he was trying to grow a goatee. 

Then, with one of his hands, he slowly caressed the side of my body and rested it on my ass grabbing down onto it, hard. Whilst the other reached into my hair. His fingers knotted in it as he gently tugged onto it. 

Our tongues continued to join, as I moaned into Rex, which was enough for him to feel the urgency, as he pressed himself down onto me, deepening the kiss. 

Finally, I broke away. I heaved, as I tried to catch my breath. Sparks remained in my chest, as I somehow felt slightly light-headed and tried to recollect what had just happened. 

“Oh my god,” I blushed, knowing that my cheeks were now flustered. 

His gaze locked with mine. In the distance, we overheard the thunderous roar of the crowd which chanted for Pantera. 

“That’s my cue, baby.” He said, and smirked. 

We stepped outside from the phone booth, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. Rex was my poison, and I was addicted. 

[the-lone-writer94]

The Devil In The Mirror

Jack Delroy x Original Character (Female)

Summary: Set a couple of days before the events of the film. Jack finds himself at a party in Studio 54, there he meets a mysterious woman, and he can't quite shake the feeling that he's met her before... from a place where he doesn't dare dream of.

Age rating: 15+ (sex implied, not graphic)

Word count: 2,044

Note: This fic has been sitting in my drafts for probably four months now. It is a bit rushed, as I just wanted to finally finish writing it at this point, but I'm glad that I finally did.

An array of purple lights illuminated and filled the club, followed by a thick layer of cigarette smoke hung in the air, meanwhile the music that was being blared from the speakers were drowned out by the overlapped voices that carried through the club. 

Jack Delroy stood awkwardly in the entrance as his eyes scanned the sea of bodies before him. He had never been in Studio 54, but had certainly heard of its reputation. Nonetheless, Jack wasn’t interested in being here, in fact he’d rather be stranded at sea with no lifejackets than here. 

Leo Fiske, Jack’s producer of Night Owls, emerged beside him. Jack felt a force being shoved into his body, he peered down and saw the two glasses of bourbon in Leo’s hands. 

“Loosen up, Jack.” Leo said. 

Jack pulled a face, as he grabbed the glass from Leo’s hand and downed the contents of it. “Why did you bring me here?” 

“You’ve been a hermit since Mad-” Leo began. Jack shot him a cold glare, and Leo paused, immediately feeling regret for uttering Jack’s wife’s name. “Well, you’ve been a hermit… and I’ve been trying to help you save the show. But, people are iffy about coming on… think that you’ve lost your edge.” 

“So I’m not as jolly… after what I’ve fucking been through.” Jack muttered. His hand slipped into his jacket pocket, and drew out a pack of smokes. He fiddled with the empty glass in his hand, not having even remembered drinking all of the bourbon. Jack managed to light a cigarette, as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. 

“I want you to meet some people. Maybe it’ll help with the show.” Leo suggested. 

Jack scoffed. He knew exactly what was happening with the show, and that it wasn’t good. Frankly, Jack knew that this was somehow going to be the end of the road, but at the same time, he didn’t seem to want to let go. 

All of a sudden, Jack felt a presence near him. From his peripheral vision he noticed a man with beautiful blonde hair that resembled a lion’s mane, he wore a blue floral printed shirt with it unopened, followed by tight blue jeans. Jack turned, as he recognized the man before him, which belonged to Robert Plant, the lead singer of Led Zeppelin. 

“You’re that bloke from the telly.” His strong British accent slurred. 

“Robert Plant!” Leo exclaimed and pointed. 

“Great show… great show.” Robert repeated, Jack forced a smile. He never quite knew what to say in situations like this. “The guys and I always watch Night Owls after our shows in our hotel rooms.”

“Thanks.” Jack muttered beneath his breath. 

“Wouldn’t it be great if you guys came on the show?” Leo suggested. 

Robert stumbled in his stance. “Sure, sure thing- I’m sure Jimmy would like that too.” 

Leo opened his arms and stared at Jack. “See.” 

Jack rolled his eyes, as he took another drag of his cigarette. “I’m sure that’ll be nice,” he said, and cleared his throat. “I’m going to get another drink.” He added, using it as an excuse to remove himself from the awkward conversation. 

Jack spun on his heels, and could still just about make out the dialogue shared between Leo and Robert in the distance. He rubbed his forehead as he tried to navigate his way through the club towards the bar. 

Somehow, having managed to push his way through the sea of bodies, Jack slumped over the bar counter. 

“Bourbon, neat.” He said to the bartender, who nodded and poured Jack the drink. Jack sighed again and washed it all down, slammed the glass onto the counter. “Another, please.” 

“What troubles you?” A voice asked him, the voice was as sweet as honey and was like music to Jack’s ears. 

Taken aback, Jack turned his attention to the side. Perched on the bar stool, his eyes looked the woman up and down. She had dark hair, and porcelain skin, with high cheekbones, and a layer of dark kohl painted along her eyelids. Her crimson silk red dress draped across her slender body, the ends flowed across the ground. It was then that Jack noticed the long black fingernails, which somehow resembled talons to him. Nonetheless, the woman certainly bore a mesmerizing look. 

The thought of being another with a woman definitely had not occurred to him, and he never truly pondered what life without Madeline would look like. But, at that moment, he couldn’t help but picture his new reality. 

Jack smirked. “It’s all good now that I’m talking to you darling.” 

The woman smiled. 

“What’s your name sweetheart?” Jack asked. 

The woman shook her head. “No, no… you don’t get to know that just yet.” 

“What? Oh come, on-” Jack whined, and then added, “well, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing here alone?” He figured, using flattery to try to sweeten her up. 

The woman’s mouth curled into a smile. “I help people.” She answered, and raised her martini glass towards her lips. 

Jack’s brows furrowed. “What exactly do you mean by that?” 

Suddenly, the woman leaned forward. Gently, she placed her hand on Jack’s hand. “I know about your troubles Jack.” 

Taken aback, Jack’s gaze locked with hers. It wasn’t exactly a secret that his show wasn’t going well, which Jack only assumed is what this woman meant. Although, a hint of anger shot through him, after all, no one had truly been that bold as to say it to his face, aside from Leo. 

“Listen,” he said, and drew back, “I don’t know what you’ve heard about the show-”

The woman scoffed. “I’m not just talking about the show. You’re lost Jack. I can see it in your eyes.” 

Jack shook his head. “That’s really none of your-”

“Jack, it’s okay… let me help you.” She said. 

Jack smirked. “And, what are you? Some sort of a guardian angel?” 

“I’m far from that, believe me.” 

The woman closed the gap between them, her fingertips gently grazed Jack’s thigh, before her fingers found its way knotted into Jack’s hair. Then, her hand softly caressed the side of Jack’s face. Suddenly, Jack felt a strong desire possessed over him, something which he had not felt since Madeline. 

“Come with me, Jack.” She whispered into his ear, feeling her hot breath against his skin. 

The vision blurred before Jack, and he suddenly found himself light-headed, before he cursed beneath his breath. Believing that the alcohol had managed to do this to him. 

Jack tried to catch his breath. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Okay.” He finally managed to answer. 

The woman smiled deviously. Jack must have blacked out, as he suddenly found himself in a cloakroom. His body pressed against the wall, as the woman draped her arms around him. He grabbed onto the woman’s wrists as he planted his lips on her skin, leaving a trail of kisses along her arm. Jack, then pinned the woman against the wall, a mountainful of coats descended down onto the ground. As Jack lowered the woman onto the ground, he shifted in his position on top of her. 

His lips found hers, and she parted her lips for him, which immediately Jack slipped his tongue into her. The woman deepened the kiss, as Jack felt the desire intensify. He just had to have her. 

Jack’s fingers found it’s way hooked onto the strap of her dress, as he slid it down and repeated the action on the other side. He then gazed upon her beautiful bare chest, as his hands caressed the side of her breasts. 

The woman wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, as she pulled him closer towards her. “Do you give yourself to me?” She whispered in a seductive tone. 

Jack held his stare with the woman, as he looked deep into her eyes. For some reason, he could see the distorted images of the shadowy tall trees, engulfed by a blanket of darkness reflected in her eyes.

“Yes, of course.” Jack uttered. 

Jack shook his head, he felt her hand extend towards his face, the tip of her razor sharp nails draped across his skin. Which he most definitely saw the talons. 

The woman hiked her dress up, her fingers hooked into Jack’s belt as she undid his pants. Almost immediately, Jack was inside of her, he felt the tightness and the wetness. As he watched the woman moan beneath his touch. Jack lowered his lips onto the woman’s neck, as he left a trail of kisses. Her talons dug into the back of his neck. They were an entanglement of limbs, and in that moment Jack did not think of anything else except for her. 

Unsure of how much time had passed, Jack found consciousness slowly returning to him. He remained on the ground on top of the mountainful of coats. His head was spinning, and he rubbed his temples. 

“You’re not supposed to be in here, sir.” A voice said. 

Slowly, Jack pushed himself into a seated position. The light blinded him, and he shielded his gaze from the light with his hand. 

“What?” He muttered in complete confusion. 

“Sir?” The voice said again. 

Finally, Jack regained his vision. Before him was a scrawny guy, who probably wasn’t even twenty-one.

The fragments of what had just happened were returning to him, like pieces of a puzzle. The woman was nowhere to be found, and he pondered whether or not he had imagined her. However, he stared down at his disheveled clothing, and noticed the deep crimson red lipstick stained upon his shirt collar. Which was evident enough that he had been with a woman. 

“Sir, you have to leave.” The scrawny guy said. 

“Yeah, yeah- just give me a second.” Jack muttered. After several moments, Jack managed to push himself onto standing, as he tried to regain his balance. 

Somehow, managed to stumble out of the cloakroom, he was immediately back in the crowd of people at Studio 54. It was as if time hadn’t moved at all. The music was still blasting, and the sea of bodies moved towards the rhythms of the beat. As Jack gazed upon the carefree and joyful faces before him, a wave of melancholy washed over him. How he longed to feel nothing. 

Jack made his way through the crowds, in search of Leo. He retraced his steps, and managed to journey back to where he had last left Leo. 

To his luck, Leo remained in the same spot. Although, now he had made himself comfy on the maroon suede coach which was backed into the corner of the club. Beside Leo were a couple of guys in suits which Jack did not recognize. 

Jack crossed the path and took the seat beside Leo, which he immediately noticed his presence. “Where have you been?” Leo asked. 

“I met a woman.” Jack answered. 

Leo smirked. “Alright-”

“She wouldn’t tell me her name.” 

Leo scoffed. “The reason why these women don’t tell you their names is because they’re married.” 

Jack shook his head. “It wasn’t like that… at least, I’m sure it wasn’t. Do you happen to know who was on the guest list? She’s tall, beautiful, dark hair, has an accent, and was wearing a red dress.” 

Leo raised his eyebrow. “Debbie Harry?” He answered, and then shook his head, “no she doesn’t have dark hair. You do realize that description practically describes every single woman at this party,” he answered, and then added, “why are you so jittery, anyway?” 

“What? No I’m not.” 

“Well, anyway, whilst you’ve been off gallivanting. I’ve been making connections.” 

“What are you talking about?” Jack questioned. 

“The Halloween special for your show! I’ve landed you some interesting acts, we’re just talking about it now. And, I think it’s going to make a Hell of an episode. Might even save the show.”

Jack’s gaze met with Leo’s. Whilst, he should have felt nothing but joy knowing that he could potentially save his show. He couldn’t help but feel a pit form deep inside of him, that he had somehow done something terrible. Had given himself up for another shot to hold onto his fame, that he had made a deal with the Devil.

[the-lone-writer94]

Unholy

Soldier Boy x Original Character (Female)

Summary: Reimagined story based on the motel scene in the Herogasm episode. Whilst Soldier Boy is adjusting to being back, he is currently holed up in a motel as he awaits for Butcher and Hugie. However, something comes up and Butcher needs someone to watch Soldier Boy. Which comes in Jessica, she’s a private investigator, she’s hot-tempered and tough, will she and Soldier Boy be able to be in the same room as each other? Because even she can’t deny that Soldier Boy is hot.

Age rating: 18+ Mature (sexual content, slight misogynistic remarks)

Word count: 2,803

Note: Gif credit goes to justjensenanddean on Tumblr

Jessica ignored the vibrations that were coming out from her leather messenger bag. She had been crouched behind a bush for three hours now, her camera aimed at the cheating asshole she had been tailing for the past week now. The sooner she got these photos, she could collect her payment which would hold her over until next month.

She shook her head as she lowered herself towards the viewfinder. Her phone stopped vibrating, and she exhaled. Only for it to continue vibrating again, which was enough for her to tear the camera away as she set it to the side. Angrily, she tore away the flap of her messenger bag as she dug out her phone.

“What?” She said angrily into the phone.

“Jessica, love,” the voice said.

Immediately, she recognized the voice to belong to Billy Butcher. She had crossed paths with him several years ago when Butcher wanted her to look into his wife’s dissapearance. Then, she had never heard from him again.

“Butcher,” Jessica responded.

“It’s been a while, but I got a little proposition for you,” he began.

“What is it?” She asked with curiosity.

“Well, I’m caught up with something at the moment but could you help me check up on someone. Nothing much, just bring him some grub and make sure he doesn’t do nothin’ stupid for a couple of hours until I get back.” He explained.

Jessica shrugged. “Sure, sounds easy.”

“I’ll message you the address and the list of things he wants,” Butcher said, and then added, “oh, and by the way- it’s Soldier Boy. Alright, speak to you later.”

“Woah, wait, what! Butcher, I swear to God, if you hang out I’ll hunt you down and rip your fucking balls off!” Jessica threatened. “Did you just say it’s the fucking Soldier Boy? But he’s dead?”

Butcher laughed nervously. “Turns out he’s not so dead- now, look. I know it’s a lot to ask… but we kinda need him. I can’t quite get into it at the moment, but I promise to fill you in later.”

Jessica exhaled. “Wow, I mean it’s not everyday you hear that a Supe that’s suppoedsly been dead since the ‘80s is alive and kicking.”

“So, will you do it?”

Jessica pondered the thought for several moments. After all, even she was curious as to what the story was regarding Soldier Boy.

“Yeah, whatever.” Jessica responded.

“I owe you big time,” Butcher said, and then cleared his throat, “listen, try not to listen to what Soldier Boy says.”

“What do you mean?”

“Basically everything that comes out of that wanker’s mouth makes you want to gut punch him. Just try not to hit him… we kind of need him at the moment. And I know you’ve got that mean right hook.”

Jessica released a low chuckle. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”

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Jessica pulled up in the parking lot of the motel. According to Butcher’s list, Soldier Boy had requested for a bottle of whiskey, burgers and fries, and a bottle of ‘Bennies’. She grabbed the plastic bag full of stuff, and removed herself from her Impala, before stalking up the stairs. Her eyes scanned the numbers on the rows of doors before her, she paused and her fist connected against the door.

Almost immediately, the door swung open and she was greeted by who she immediately recognized was Soldier Boy. For a split second she had forgotten that he was a Supe, she didn’t know why she had half expected him to be in his fighting gear. Instead, he was wearing an unbuttoned blue Giants shirt, with a white vest underneath paired with gray sweatpants and white sneakers.

She watched as Soldier Boy’s eyes looked her up and down. Jessica wore her leather jacket, paired with a tight white tank top and a pair of leather pants with a studded belt draped across her waist, and a six inch platform boots. A smirk formed on Soldier Boy’s face as he leaned against the door frame.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing.” He said. “And, I bet your name is just as nice as that figure.”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “The name’s Jessica, and Butcher sent me. So don’t get any ideas.”

“You know, you’ll look even better if you wore a little dress.” He commented.

Jessica’s brows furrowed. “Wow, Butcher was right. I do want to punch you in the face.” She said, then stepped over the threshold and shoved Soldier Boy aside. “I got the stuff you requested.” She announced and slammed the bag onto the table.

“Assertive type… I kinda like that.”

Jessica ignored his remark, as she took off her leather jacket and proceeded towards the couch in the corner of the room.

Soldier Boy had immediately helped himself towards the whiskey. He downed half the bottle in one go and exhaled before slamming it down, taking several bites of his burger. His eyes widneded as he picked up the bottle of pills.

“Oh, I’ve missed Bennies.” He said, with a huge smile painted across his face. He dumped several pills onto the table, drew his knife and crushed the pills with the handle. Before lowering his head down and snorting the powder.

Jessica watched him. She couldn’t deny that she was curious about the famous Soldier Boy, after all, it was the reason why she even agreed to this. She also remembered reading somewhere that his name was Ben, but the idea of calling him that just seemed odd.

All of a sudden, a series of chiming sounds emerged from Jessica’s pocket in her leather jacket.

Soldier Boy immediately turned his head. “What was that?” He questioned, almost leaping out from his chair.

“It’s just my phone.” She answered, as she reached for her leather jacket.

Soldier Boy’s eyes narrowed. “You can’t fit in a phone in there?” Jessica drew out her phone and raised it to him. “That’s a phone?” He cocked his head to the side, “where’s the cord?”

Jessica’s phone continued to chime as she groaned and placed it onto silent. “It’s just my ex-girlfriend, she’s driving me crazy.”

“I knew you were a lesbo the way you’re dressed.” He commented.

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “You know you can’t say stuff like that anymore… and not that it’s any of your business but I’m bisexual.”

Soldier Boy shrugged as he continued to eat his burger. All of a sudden, Jessica stood up and stepped towards him. She grabbed the bottle of whiskey and chugged it down, then slammed it down.

“If I’m gonna have to spend the next several hours with you, I can’t be sober.” She said.

“I’m a pleasure to be around.”

Jessica opened her mouth and then closed it again. “The only reason why I haven’t put my fucking fist in your face is because of Butcher.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you. I wonder what else it can do.” He smirked.

Jessica scoffed. “Wouldn’t you want to know.”

Whilst Soldier Boy tended to favor older women, still, he couldn’t resist that sweet tight ass before him. He had also been kept frozen for so long that he felt the urges brewing beneath him.

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Several moments had passed, and Soldier Boy had found himself on the couch seated just a few paces away from her. His eyes glued to the television set, as he watched the images flash before him belonging to a world that he didn’t know anymore.

Jessica rested her head on her hand, she had long ago dissociated. Occassionally taking swigs from the whiskey bottle she shared with Soldier Boy, as he would suddenly have an outburst of an inapporirate comment. Her vision began to blur and her head felt heavy, the poison slowly taking over her and clouding her judgement. The problem was whenever Jessica was drunk, she was horny.

Jessica occassionaly stole glances at Soldier Boy, still couldn’t quite believe that she was sitting beside him. When Soldier Boy had suppoedsly died in 1984, Jessica was only a child, and having grown up in the ‘90s, she had often come across Soldier Boy’s movies and then when she had become a teenager, she would often fantasize about him, whilst also fantasizing about Joan Jett. Sometimes, the two would overlap.  

How she so wanted for her hands to brush across his musclar chest, for his hands to be wrapped around her wrists pinning her down and belonging to him.

Suddenly, she blushed at the memories and crossed her legs together, as she tried to focus her attention onto something else.

Soldier Boy made another remark, as Jessica’s gaze turned to him, it was enough for her to break out of her love spell that possessed over her.

“Maybe we should stay quiet.” She suggested.

Soldier Boy cleared his throat. “You know I can hear your heartbeat. It’s beating fast,” he said and turned to her, “your palms are sweaty. You’re nervous, and if this were any other situation I’d say you’re hiding something. But, with the way you’re crossing your legs and tensing, it can only mean one thing.” He explained, and then winked.

Jessica swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yeah, well you got me- I find you attractive.”

“The ladies always do.”

Jessica reached for the bottle of whiskey and chugged it. She’d slept with plenty of people, but for some reason in the presence of Soldier Boy she suddenly felt as if she were that shy teenager again. Jessica stepped in front of him, as she lowered herself down and straddled him. Soldier Boy smirked, his hands rested on her ass as he squeezed it.

“I do like this tight little ass.” He said.

Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. His beard tickled her, and her fingers found its way knotted into his hair. Jessica parted her lips, and Soldier Boy slipped his tongue inside of her mouth.

Jessica moved her hips back and forth as she grinded against Soldier Boy, almost immediately she felt the bulge form in his pants. Her breathing quickened, as she felt Soldier Boy’s hands grip down on her ass harder.

Jessica drew back.

“Well let’s see what else that mouth can do?” Soldier Boy smirked.

“Not so fast,” Jessica scoffed, she closed the gap between them. Her fingers traced across his jawline, as she rested her fingers on his chin tilting his head up. “I want to see what your mouth can do first.”

Soldier Boy shook his head and chuckled. “Listen, sweetheart- I don’t go down.”

“Stop with your macho bullshit,” Jessica said and removed herself off from him.

“I’ll fingerfuck you, maybe flick that bean, diddle that skittle-” he said.

Jessica shook her head. “Oh my god, please stop. Why does everything that comes out of your mouth sound ten times grosser than it actually does?”

“Thank you.” Soldier Boy smirked.

“Dude, it’s not a compliment.” She said, before she closed the gap between them. Soldier Boy towered over her, as her hand traced his chest, caressing down his body. Her hand hovered over his crotch, as she rested it over his bulge before removing it away. “Hmm-”

Soldier Boy watched her like a hawk, before he gave in. “Alright, but it doesn’t leave this room.”

Jessica smirked, she hooked her finger into the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer towards her. “Welcome to the 21st century. Now, on your knees, soldier.” She purred.

Soldier Boy knelt before her, he stared up at her through his eyelashes. He hurriedly undid her belt, before unzipping it and pulling down her pants. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties lingering for several seconds before yanking them off.

He guided her legs apart, and Jessica held in her breath for a mere second. She felt his fingers gently caressing the inside of her leg as he drew them higher. And then, he lowered his head between her legs, and planted a trail of kisses along her inner thigh, his beard tickled her along the way.

Soldier Boy pressed his hand against her entrance, and went in circular motions. Immediately Jessica moaned, and ran her fingers through his hair, she pulled onto it. She quivered beneath his touch, as she felt Soldier Boy’s fingers enter her. He began in slow movements, before he began thrusting hard and fast.

Jessica moaned, and grew wetter between her legs. Then, Soldier Boy paused, pulling his fingers out.

And then, she felt Soldier Boy’s mouth on her. His wet tongue glided along her clit, she pulled onto his hair harder, pressing his head down onto her.

Soldier Boy edged forward, both his hand planted onto Jessica’s ass as he squeezed down onto her butt cheeks, continuing to eat her out.

Jessica moaned louder, as she quivered, when Soldier Boy drew back. He looked up at her, his mouth stained with her wetness, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You don’t get to come yet darling.” He smirked, and removed himself from the ground and stood up, towering over her. “Take off your top.” He ordered.

She did as told.

Soldier Boy exhaled deeply at the sight of her naked body. It had obviously been a very long time since he had been with a woman, although he clearly remembered how to pleasure a woman. He extended his hands and cupped her breasts, pinching onto her hardened nipples.

Jessica’s hands were on Soldier Boy’s as she tugged at his shirt, pulling them off. Her hands caressed his broad shoulders, and then across his muscular chest. It had been exactly as she had envisioned it when she had fantasized about him.

She closed the gap between them, leaving a trail of kisses along his chest and then down his body. Jessica knelt in front of him, pulling down his gray sweatpants.

His cock was already hard, as Jessica’s hand rounded the base of his cock. She lowered her head, and opened her mouth as her tongue traced along the head of his cock, before filling her mouth with his entire length.

Soldier Boy moaned, he grabbed a fistful of Jessica’s hair pressing down her head. Jessica continued to suck on him, then with her other hand she cupped his balls, which excited him.

“Fuck yes.” He moaned between gritted teeth.

Soldier Boy continued to press Jessica’s head down as she bobbed up and down, her mouth now drenched in his precum. His thrusted his hips, as his slammed his cock repeatedly in her mouth. He heard her muffled moans. "You like that, don't you?" He said, as he threw his head back.

Then, he paused and pulled away, as he tilted her head up towards him, his thumb brushed over her wet lips.

He bent down as he hoisted her up from her hips, her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. He pressed Jessica against the wall, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his.

“Fuck me.” She moaned.

Slowly, she felt him enter inside of her. Knowing that it perhaps wasn’t wise to not use protection.

Soldier Boy grunted, as he felt her clench around him. “Yes, this tight little pussy.”

He began to thrust inside of her, each time he did so his thrust grew harder and faster, meanwhile Jessica’s moans grew louder.

“Yes, fuck me, harder.” She moaned.

Soldier Boy’s gripped on her waist grew firm, as he held her into place. He felt her wetness increase around him, as he continued to thrust hard and fast. “Your tight little cunt is going to be swore once I’m done fucking you.” He said, as he raised one hand and wrapped it around Jessica’s neck.

Jessica closed her eyes, as she continued to feel Soldier Boy’s cock repeatedly slam inside of her. She bit her lower lip, as she felt herself close to orgasm.

Soldier Boy grunted, he slammed his fist into the wall and then buried his face into Jessica’s neck. “Fuck. I’m about to come.” He groaned.

Jessica quivered, “it’s fine, shoot your load inside me.” She said in a breathless voice.

Soldier Boy’s gaze met with Jessica’s. He grunted, as he finally released, pumped his load inside of her. They both panted as they tried to catch their breath.

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After they had cleaned themselves up, Jessica still couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. She threw on her jacket, and had checked her messages knowing that Butcher was close. She figured, she would try to slip out of the motel before they saw her.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of what she had done, but she’d rather not let the boys know she had just let Soldier Boy fuck her into oblivion.

Just when Jessica reached the door, she watched as it yanked wide open. Butcher and Hugie stood by the threshold, their gazes jumped from Jessica’s messy hair to Soldier Boy’s dishelved clothing.

Butcher’s eyes narrowed. “Everything alright?” He proceeded with caution.

“Yeah,” Jessica responded nervously, “why wouldn’t it be?” she stepped over the threshold of the door.

Soldier Boy followed her on her heels, as his hand smacked her ass. “Come back later, sweetheart.”