#Fictional heavy metal band

[1-moebius-1-universe-1]

[gorehoundhammett]

James and Lars tried to have sex once, emphasis on tried, because Lars got bored about halfway through and laid there sighing until James finally stopped and then they just laid beside one another in disappointed silence.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ENTER YOUR NEAREST TIME DISPLACEMENT DEVICE BACK TO THE "SOMEWHERE ON TOUR" ERA.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a promotional concert tour poster for IRON MAIDEN's performance at The Omni in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, on January 20, 1987, with Swedish neoclassical heavy metal guitarist YNGWIE MALMSTEEN as the supporting act. Cyberpunk-influenced "Eddie the Head" concept by the prolific Derek Riggs.

Source: https://x.com/BraveWords666/status/988543034697633797.

[d34dsatan]

MILLIONS AND GAZILLONS OF OCS I HAVE LMAOOO

ill make separate posts on them as theyre all based on my music taste

my art is very inconsistent guys, im so sorry

[hamowoods]

Steven Platinum.

[unggunyulianto]

T-shirt graphic illustration for @pound.band is an experimental music project from Seattle, WA that combines elements of grindcore, mathcore, d-beat and sludge metal.

[dailymusemaniac]

Ai art robot female metal head

[bobmood-blog1]

dark and gritty.

Chapter 1: The Rise of Venomous Dragon

In the heart of the 1980s, a group of misfits came together to form a heavy metal band known as Venomous Dragon. Their music was raw, aggressive, and filled with the rebellious spirit that defined the era. Led by the enigmatic frontman, Damien Blackthorn, the band quickly gained a cult following for their electrifying performances and wild party antics.

Chapter 2: The Wild Parties

As Venomous Dragon's popularity soared, so did their reputation for throwing the wildest parties in town. Their backstage gatherings became legendary, filled with excessive drinking, drugs, and debauchery. The band members reveled in their newfound fame, living life on the edge and embracing the rock 'n' roll lifestyle to the fullest.

Chapter 3: The Demons Within

However, beneath the surface, each member of Venomous Dragon carried their own demons. Damien Blackthorn, haunted by a troubled past, used his music as an outlet for his pain. Guitarist, Razor Blade, battled addiction, finding solace in the chaos of their wild parties. Bassist, Viper, struggled with personal relationships, constantly torn between loyalty to the band and his own desires. And drummer, Thunderstrike, battled with his own inner demons, struggling to find his place in the band and the world.

Chapter 4: The Grunge Invasion

Just as Venomous Dragon seemed poised to conquer the world, a new genre emerged from the depths of Seattle. Grunge, with its raw and introspective sound, swept across the music scene, overshadowing the heavy metal movement. Suddenly, Venomous Dragon found themselves struggling to stay relevant in a world that was rapidly changing.

Chapter 5: The Fall from Grace

As the grunge movement took hold, Venomous Dragon's popularity dwindled. Their wild parties became less frequent, and the band members grew distant from one another. The demons that had haunted them individually now tore them apart as a group. The once tight-knit brotherhood was crumbling, and hope of making it big seemed like a distant dream.

Chapter 6: Redemption or Destruction?

In the face of adversity, Venomous Dragon must confront their inner demons and decide whether to fight for their music or let it all crumble away. As their personal struggles come to a head, they must find a way to rise from the ashes and reclaim their place in the music industry. But will they find redemption or be consumed by the darkness that threatens to destroy them?

Chapter 7: The Final Showdown

In a climactic final showdown, Venomous Dragon takes to the stage for what could be their last performance. The fate of the band hangs in the balance as they pour their hearts and souls into the music, unleashing a raw and powerful performance that reminds the world of their undeniable talent. But will it be enough to overcome the forces that have conspired against them?

Chapter 8: The Legacy Lives On

As the final notes fade away, Venomous Dragon's fate is sealed. Though they may not have achieved the level of success they once dreamed of, their music lives on in the hearts of their devoted fans. The wild parties and rebellious spirit of the 1980s may have faded, but the legacy of Venomous Dragon will forever be etched in the annals of rock 'n' roll history.

In this dark and gritty thriller, the story of Venomous Dragon unfolds against the backdrop of the 1980s music scene. Filled with raw emotions, intense conflicts, and the power of music, it explores the price of fame, the struggle for identity, and the resilience of the human spirit.

[1-moebius-1-universe-1]

[gorehoundhammett]

“You’re really quite a beautiful boy, Jason.” Ozzy’s eyes are hidden behind dark glasses, and he’s too far to see even a hint of them, but his pink mouth is smiling and his long, ringed fingers are weaving through Jason’s curls down to the scalp where he’s reached out (and Jason has magnetically leaned closer) — his nails are short but still send a shiver down the bassist’s spine when they scratch back and forth, back and forth, like he’s petting him.

“I, ah, thanks?” His laugh is awkward and flustered in equal measure, because Ozzy is watching him with that calm, quiet smile and his tone sounds genuine and his touch — it’s so gentle.

“I’m not sure how they could let a precious thing like you slip away.” He’s standing up as he speaks, rounding the tiny table between them to sit on the couch at Jason’s side and he sits close, close enough that his cologne is up Jason’s nose and he can just barely see his eyes watching him, softly, through the tinted glass.

His hand slides slowly through his hair to cup him around the ear, thumb caressing the space beneath his eye.

Jason is feeling flush — his face is prickly and he knows he’s turning pink, any more of this and he’ll be the same shade of red as Ozzy’s partly-dyed hair.

“We wanted different.. things..” Ozzy’s hand is warm and he’s tilting his head all curious and cat-like. Jason can feel himself swaying forward but he can’t stop, he just can’t.

“You’re very lovely, Jason.”

“Fuck.”

His voice is whiny, he doesn’t whine, really, but then Ozzy smiles and it’s all straight teeth and pretty mouth and Jason just has to feel it.

His lips are warm and a little chapped and he tastes like daytime, and the slight sour note of tea.

A little whimper crawls up Jason’s throat.

Ozzy is scratching at his scalp again, kissing back slowly like he’s trying to really savour it, humming in gentle admonishment when Jason tries to push it further, to go faster.

The kiss breaks when Jason can’t breathe and he can’t look the other man in the eye for fear that he’ll crawl right into his lap like a touch-starved puppy.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

NOT MY FAVORITE MAIDEN ALBUM, BUT EDDIE GONE SCI-FI/BOUNTY HUNTER REMAINS A MASTERSTROKE.

PIC INFO. Spotlight on a record advert and/or concert tour poster for "Somewhere in Time," the sixth studio album by English heavy metal band IRON MAIDEN. Somewhere on Tour ran from September 10, 1986 to May 21, 1987.

ALBUM OVERVIEW: "The weakest album from IRON MAIDEN's classic ‘80s period, "Somewhere in Time" is really the first true disappointment in their catalog, too often collapsing under the weight of their now-trademark ambition. Though it sold well on the heels of the hugely successful "Powerslave" tour, and is often regarded as underrated by Maiden devotees, it clearly finds the band struggling to refresh what was rapidly hardening into formula.

Trying to keep up with the times, Maiden incorporate synthesizers here, much as JUDAS PRIEST attempted to do on the same year's sterilized-sounding creative flop "Turbo;" the main difference here is that MAIDEN pull it off much more effectively. Yes, the production does have more of that typically ‘80s studio sheen, but MAIDEN makes the new instrumentation serve their existing sound, rather than trying to hop on contemporary trends. (And really, why make the sound more commercial when you're already amassing a small fortune from merchandising?)

PART II: Their ferocity hasn't gone anywhere either, as this ends up their fastest album (on average) since "The Number of the Beast." The real problem here is that the material is less inspired; too often "Somewhere in Time" feels like epic-Maiden-by-numbers, as fewer of the extended pieces truly catch hold. The first half of the album actually works very well -- "Caught Somewhere in Time" is an effective opener, introducing the newly futuristic flavor in the band's sound while offering a thematic parallel about time travel. 

PART III: Adrian Smith really comes into his own as a writer here, penning both of the album's singles ("Wasted Years," the undisputed highlight here, and "Stranger in a Strange Land," surprisingly not based on Robert A. Heinlein's sci-fi classic), plus the nicely metallic "Sea of Madness." Though it perhaps could have been trimmed a bit, "Heaven Can Wait" remained a concert singalong staple for years to come. But then the misfires take over.

"The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner" is far and away the least suitable subject for an extended epic that the band has ever undertaken, and the music itself offers little catharsis. Despite the wailing chorus, "Déjà Vu" never quite gels, feeling a bit underdeveloped musically. The now-expected prog-metal album closer this time is "Alexander the Great," and this part of the Maiden formula here verges on self-parody. Steve Harris' lyrics largely stick to a recitation of facts, names, and places that add little drama to the music, and Dickinson is stuck belting out a lazy, totally on-the-nose chorus ("Aaaaaaalexander the Greaaaaaat!").

PART IV/END: "Somewhere in Time" will appeal more to the metal diehard who's already suspicious of too much overt melody; there's plenty of progressive complexity here to impress that type of listener. For the rest of us, even though fully half of the album is still excellent, "Somewhere in Time" is the first Maiden record that's less than godlike."

-- ALLMUSIC (review by Steve Huey)

Source: www.flickr.com/photos/thinlizzyguide/3198766135, Allmusic, various, etc...

[d34dsatan]

i think i might make another fictional band, i was gonna say the name but i dont want it to be taken,, but youll just have to wait and see 🙏😈

[hamowoods]

James Watanabe.

This is a fictional man from my fictional band, Purely Black, which means that this guy doesn't exist and had to be made with AI.

[spaceclassifiedsection]

Wanted: infrasound bassist for entropy metal band Toxic Heat Death. Contact Mike at musicman321@holo.gram

[cod-imagines-fanfiction]

Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend part 7 (3.4k words)

Summary: Now in the custody of the Mexican Army, Y/N is transferred to an incarceration facility and meets her unexpected bunkie

Warnings: LESBIAN SMUT, filth but very loving :) Note at the end Link to A03 Links to part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

The journey to prison seemed never-ending. Y/N watched the world beyond from the small window next to her, watched as they traversed past dry, yellow fields, past abandoned gas stations. Past faded, rusty signs that were littered with bullet holes. She watched the world dim as the sun fell, the soft glow of twilight as the sun dipped below the horizon. The oranges and pinks shone so briefly but beautifully on the sky right before the darkness descended. The man across from her said that Valeria was in the van behind them. If there was such a van, it was way behind them and impossible to see. She only hoped that this misery would soon be over, that the cold metal bands around her wrists would be removed and she could walk free.

Only that she wouldn't. She and Valeria had reached the point of no return, that much she knew. The life they lived before - the secluded glamour, their intoxicating, opulent love - vaporised into nothingness. They cheated the world all these years and pretended that the truth wouldn't - couldn't - reach them. That the world would forget about their queer domesticity, their illegal lifestyle. Illegal because that lifestyle was funded entirely by drug money and violence. But the balancing scales finally tipped and Valeria would get what the world believed she deserved. And seemingly, the drugs were only part of the picture. Missiles. Terrorism. You'd heard those words scattered in conversations relating to Valeria and they made you shudder. There was a darkness that, so far, had lived on the periphery of your life with Valeria. A darkness that could be suppressed, that you could pretend was not really there. You pretended that the diamond jewels Valeria dressed you in were bought with honest money. Pretend that the men brought to the tunnelled rooms beneath your house were there for job interviews, not for interrogations. Pretended that Valeria's cars were made with heavy doors because it was her personal taste, not because she needed bulletproof transportation.

These fictions were no longer tangible, no longer capable of retaining their glamour. You and Valeria would have to pay for all of it, finally. Y/N knew that one of these days her tears would fall and she would not be able to stop them.

It was all mechanical after that. The van approached a looming structure of concrete and barbed wire, of guard towers and dogs. The van was checked and allowed to enter. Y/N shrank away from the gazes of all these men. The Captain across from her, the driver, the guards, the soldiers waiting beyond. The door was opened and you were flung out, shackles and all. The Captain put his arm through yours, a precaution in case you tried to escape. It almost made you laugh. There was nowhere to run to and all these men were impossible to run from. "No papers?" A guard asked the Captain, his eyes raking over your form. You became acutely aware of your attire, the pyjamas, and how they contrasted with the uniforms of these men. Your light, thin pyjamas were built for comfort and aesthetics. And their kit, bulky and covering every inch of them, was built for battle. "No, sir. Special case. Courtesy of General Shepherd." The Captain nodded to him knowingly. It felt illegal that they would jail you without even a passport or some form of ID, but you didn't dare say anything. You weren't sure what rights you had, if you had them. The process beyond that was glaringly odd. You entered what looked like the reception of the facility. Your pockets were checked - there was nothing. You were not identified but were given an ID card and a uniform to change to.

"Am I in prison?" You asked. "No, ma'am. Temporary custody, it's like jail." You stared at the uniform in your hands, then back to the guard. "Why am I wearing this then?" He cleared his throat. "It's more modest, ma'am." "Oh," you said stupidly and changed. Thankfully, you were not searched for anything. It was nothing like the scary stories Valeria would tell you from those who were caught and imprisoned due to her operations. Of people made to kneel and cough in all their nakedness, of guards probing their bodies and leering. When you came out from the changing area, the Captain was gone, presumably because he'd handed you off to the right authorities. That's all you were to them, something to be passed off and transferred from point A to point B. Something to be processed and shelved.

The guard was waiting for you. "This way," he said and buzzed you into the facility. Greyness and coldness prevailed in this place. The labyrinthiness of it made your head spin, every hallway was the same, and every corner was like the one you'd seen before. The doors were the same, even the guards looked like the same person but multiplied. The reality of it all pressed down on you oppressingly, you held in your tears and followed the man. Your heart hammered in your chest when you heard the yells of men, muffled behind the concrete but hysterical in their intensity. The guard must've noticed the panic in your eyes. "You will be held in the private women's wing. Special case gets special privileges." He almost sounded hopeful, but you weren't sure if the final part was meant to make you feel any better about your situation. The panic did subside, however. Another gate stood in front of you and you were processed through that one, too. The women's wing, you presumed.

The women's private wing was completely empty, the cells clearly vacant by the fact that their doors were wide open. There were two floors and a guard post staring at them. No windows. Your footsteps echoed across the chamber, the silence was defeaning. "You're in here," he said and deposited you to one of the rooms. It was a small room scarcely furnished with a toilet and a metal bunk. A pillow, a thin mattress and a blanket summarised your belongings for the time being. "Do I get time in the yard or anything?" You said as you turned around but the door was slammed in your face. You jumped back. "That's not how jail works," he said and walked off. You stared through the door's window for some time, becoming self-conscious with each passing moment. Apart from the lack of freedom and the possibility of spending a lifetime incarcerated, you were troubled with the hygienic aspect of things. Can they see inside when you go to the bathroom? It was something you always wondered about when you watched crime TV and you now had a personal investment in the topic.

"Don't worry, amor. They won't peek through."

You almost fell to your knees. Your hand reached out in time to hold on to the door as you heard her voice. You didn't have time to turn around, her warm hands were already on you as she hugged you from behind. Her body emanated warmth as she pressed herself against you and you felt her frame envelop yours. Her warmth, the scent of her sweat lightly masqued by her perfume. Valeria's hands caressed your sides and travelled up and down your body, eagerly. One of her hands slithered beneath your shirt and past your bra. She cupped one of your breasts and squeezed as her face rested on your shoulder, lightly coating the side of your neck with breathy kisses. You always shivered when she did this and let out a shaky breath, carefully releasing a relieved whimper. You tried to speak but struggled to release the words coherently. Each attempt started with a pitiful vowel which was drowned by a hot kiss, it resulted in a cascade of pitiful, small sounds that were interrupted by the sound of wet lips and light moans.

Actions spoke louder than words with Valeria. There was no point in saying how much she missed you when she could show it. She squeezed your nipple sharply. You yelped as expected and she took the chance to enter your mouth with her tongue. She could feel your flustered embarrassment given your surroundings and chuckled as you tried to kiss her lightly and more quietly. She refused your demands and kissed you harder, sloppier; louder. You finally broke off, breathless. "They'll hear us," you said as she moved on to your neck without skipping a beat, kissing your jaw. "They left the post, baby," she said and moved to your ears. Valeria's tongue flickered on your lobe, knowing how ticklish her warm breath made you, how it made your whole body squirm. "Special privileges," she whispered and started nibbling on your skin.

"Baby," you pouted to her. A frenzied passion arose within Valeria. All that time she spent away from you, all that fear about your safety, the despair she felt when she thought she would never see you again; that you were hurt or tortured, that you were bullied and exploited whilst she could do nothing to protect you. All those feelings made her desperate to touch you, to feel that you really were there. To feel your soft skin and to see for herself that you were not bruised or hurt. With each caress and with each touch, she wanted to feel that you were unharmed, untouched. And with each examining touch, arousal glowed within her body, that special warm feeling intensifying between her legs. She missed you; all of you. One of her hands was blissfully busy with your breasts, moving from one to the other and eliciting many praises from your body; twitching and whimpering with all the stimulation. Unable to help herself, Valeria allowed her other hand to to caress your tummy, which she loved, and then lower to the band of your trousers, teasingly. You wiggled excitedly in her grasp, loving to see her so excited with you. "You're so crazy, baby," you mumbled and delivered kisses to her face. Her hand then went lower to your crotch, fondling that sensitive spot hungrily. You yelped in response. "What if they walk in on us, my love?" You asked her and wiggled your hips to escape her touches, fending off her wicked teasing.

"I already told you, princess," she said and continued caressing your sensitive spot with more intensity, following the rhythm of your hips. "They've all left their post." Hearing quiet noises escape from your careful control excited her even more, Valeria couldn't deny how much she loved moments where this dynamic manifested in your relationship. Her intense, playful teasing when you were not in an entirely private place. Your assertions of propriety and decency. How Valeria would persist with her argument and teasing, your eventual, blissful surrender. You remained unconvinced and so she pressed you forward with her body, making you peek out of the little window on the door. "Look for yourself, they're all gone," she said. You lifted yourself a bit higher and looked on. You surveyed the space and saw how empty it was, with no guard posted, and no cameras. You hummed to yourself as you judged the safety of the situation. You made a noise with your assent. "You're right, there's no on-", with no hesitation Valeria plunged her hand past your trousers and your underwear, her fingers reaching out to your sex. "You're happy, now?" She whispered to your ear as her middle finger found your clit and moved your wetness up and down. She felt your jaw tighten as she continued that movement agonizingly slow but with more pressure, making your hips press against her. "Use your words, princess," she whispered into your ear. "Yes, baby. I'm happy." You said quickly and breathlessly.

Valeria bit her lip and groaned quietly in your ear. "You're already so wet for me," she mumbled as her fingers moved faster. Her movements were sloppy and the contact with your skin emitted those wet noises that embarrassed you so much. She kissed your cheek and froze when she felt how wet your face was. "Baby, are you crying?" It was all too much. Everything that happened came back to you. The sudden kidnapping, the destruction of your home, the interrogation, your imprisonment and chaotic escape. You had not a moment to yourself to process anything before Valeria appeared. You loved her touch and longed for release, longed to touch her. And yet, your tears fell. "Fuck, I'm sorry." She span you around so that you were facing her. Her eyes widened with panic at the sight of tears falling steadily and silently down your face. She cupped your cheeks with her warm hands. "Too much too soon. You know how intense I am, baby." She pulled you in for a hug. You nuzzled your face in her neck and inhaled her scent, you exhaled shakily. "I missed you so much," you mumbled and held on to Valeria tightly. "I didn't understand what was happening."

Valeria cooed as she stroked your back. "I know, baby. I'm sorry." "I didn't tell them anything," you said. "I know my love, thank you." You kissed her cheek. Valeria moved backwards and sat on the bed. She pulled you close so that you were straddling her; the two of you kept hugging. It was one of the things that always made you feel better on a bad day, how Valeria would hold you like this and comfort you. How she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you cried or complained about whatever it was that upset you. "Did he hurt you?" You said as you lightly touched the dark circles on Valeria's neck. She tried not to wince, she knew who you were referring to. "I hurt him worse." She said and paused. "Did he hurt you?" She asked slowly, suddenly afraid of your answer. You shook your head. "No, he was just scaring me." Valeria released a relieved exhale. "You're a tough cookie, Y/N." You giggled lightly and Valeria's muscles relaxed lightly. "I knew you'd come for me," you said. "I'll always find you," Valeria said and you kissed deeply. Valeria was careful not to initiate anything given your fragile state, she only gave what you asked for. You pulled back to catch your breath and went back for a second kiss, then a third one.

You pulled back again and gazed into Valeria's dark eyes. She almost seemed drunk with her flushed cheeks and the way her eyelids hung low as if she was sleepy. But you knew better. "Is it true that you left Alejandro for me?" You asked. It wasn't the sexiest thing to say at this time, but the question burned inside you. Valeria never spoke about her romantic life before you. Even on the nights when you had a little too much to drink and felt a sudden spike of jealousy that made you ask, she never responded. You knew that if you didn't ask now, you'd be silent forever and the question would eat at you. You would gnaw on the chops of jealousy, licking your wounds for eternity. "Yes," she said in a husky, low voice. You kissed her again and moaned into her mouth; you were elated. The rumours were true! The satisfaction was so delicious and warm, you felt yourself glow from the inside like a firefly.

Valeria broke the kiss. "The day I met you...I'd never felt that way about anyone. I knew you'd be mine. You were made for me, Y/N." Her face moved close to yours, your lips almost touching. "Only for me," she whispered and your lips crashed. Your hands reached beneath Valeria's shirt and roamed across her back. You found that sensitive spot on her lower back that made her shiver and grazed that spot with your nails; she moaned. One of your hands continued roaming her back and swiftly unclipped Valeria's bra. "Did you feel like that too, Y/N? The day we met?" Valeria asked. You nodded. "It was like magic. You were so pretty..." You trailed off as Valeria removed her top along with her bra. She lowered her back so that it touched the bed and just lay underneath you, half-naked. Her nipples hardened as they were exposed to the chilly air of the cell, they looked beautiful and felt soft and warm when you touched them. "And?" Valeria whispered, enjoying how hypnotised you were by her chest. It was her favourite way of getting you quiet. "And...I was worried you wouldn't like me. You're intimidating, baby." Your voice was low as you continued touching her as you spoke.

Valeria bit her lip. "Am I intimidating now?" You shook your head with a smile. "No, you're so beautiful," you said and lowered your face close to her chest. Valeria held her breath. "I could just eat you," you mumbled and covered one of her nipples with your mouth, circling the soft bud with your tongue and lightly grazing it with your teeth. Valeria released a breathy exhale. You released her nipple and kissed the skin around it, warming up her chest with your breath and occasionally biting down hard enough to make her yelp underneath you. You circled her other nipple with your thumb. "You want to eat me?" Valeria asked so quietly that you almost didn't hear her. She sounded shy; you knew what she wanted. "More than anything," you said and trailed kisses down to her tummy.

You both fumbled with each other's clothes, you scattered everything to the ground and basked in your nakedness together. You lay on the bed and guided Valeria's hips so that she lowered her thighs around your head. It was pure, never-ending bliss. The two of you filled the room with your moans and gaps, making the metal bed squeak from the rhythm of your love. Valeria ground her sex on your mouth, one of her hands reaching down to move your mouth closer to her wetness as she sought her climax whilst the other reached back to pleasure your clit. Valeria's body glistened with her sweat, she was beautiful as she moved her body up and down, the soft parts of her body bounced ecstatically until she came and her body recoiled with pleasure. Valeria always came first, but you followed quickly after, moaning as Valeria's fingers penetrated your deepest core and sweetly hit your sensitive spot. With a muffled cry, you came on her fingers.

The two of you lay in the bed together for a long time after that, whispering in the darkness. "You should've seen the house, Y/N. It was in ruins. I thought you were gone for good...I don't know what I'd do without you." You kissed her shoulder lightly. "I'll always be with you, Valeria." She shook her head and sighed. "Fucking Alejandro. It's all his fault. I'd forgotten about him, you know. I forgot he even existed." Your mind wandered back to the moment he burst into your room. The rage in his eyes, the way he yelled as he grabbed you. "He's very scary. I can't picture the two of you together." Valeria chuckled bitterly. "It was complicated. But don't think about that now, it's time to rest." You looked at her anxiously. "What if they come in whilst we're asleep?" Valeria shook her head and tucked you in, pulling the blanket up to your chin so that you were nice and warm. "They won't, baby. Just go to bed."

You fell asleep almost instantly, the exhaustion finally caught up to you. Valeria's scent, warmth and steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep and you slept deeply knowing that you were safe in your wife's arms. Valeria stayed up and watched you for what felt like hours. She stared at your face, the way the faint glimmer of moonlight illuminated your skin and lashes. She watched your chest rise and fall. You were so trusting, so loyal. So devoted even as you hit rock bottom with Valeria, you could make the coldest jail cell glow with warmth. At that moment, Valeria really felt that she could be happy anywhere as long as you were next to her. She could sleep in the most narrow metal bed if it meant you'd be next to her. She kissed your forehead lightly before getting comfortable next to you, she did not dream of anything.

Note: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! It's my first time writing smut but I think it worked out nicely and we finally reunited Valeria with her wife :D Although this could be read as the end, I'll write one more final part to tie up the plot because you best believe Valeria and her trophy wife ain't spending the rest of their life in prison!

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