#Hanoi rocks x reader

[broidobe]

𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔯

requested!

☾a cozy evening with sami turns into a playful, flour-covered baking escapade that ends in laughter and sweet affection.☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚hanoi rocks masterlist

you’ve always loved the way he sneaks into a room, quiet and unassuming, yet somehow managing to light it up the moment his presence is felt. sami has that rare ability to make everything around him softer, like a song fading into an acoustic outro. tonight, he’s proving it again.

he’s in the kitchen, humming under his breath, flipping through an old recipe book he found in the corner of your shelf. “how long have you had this?” he asks, his voice warm and low, like he’s sharing some inside joke with you.

“forever,” you reply, watching him from your seat on the counter. you’re not sure why it feels so cozy, seeing him in your kitchen, barefoot and loose-limbed, like he’s belonged here all along.

he grins, glancing up at you with mischief dancing in his dark eyes. “let’s make something,” he says. “something ridiculous and messy.”

“messy?” you laugh. “you’re going to regret saying that when we’re cleaning flour off the ceiling.”

“worth it,” he declares, already pulling ingredients from the cabinets without much regard for what he’s grabbing. you notice the way his bracelets jangle with every movement, the little details about him that never fail to make your heart flutter.

soon, the two of you are elbow-deep in some improvised batter that you’re pretty sure is more creativity than culinary skill. sami insists on tossing in a handful of chocolate chips despite your protests that it’ll throw off the balance.

“balance is overrated,” he says, and you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

it’s not long before you’re both laughing uncontrollably—mostly because you managed to accidentally fling a spoonful of batter onto sami’s cheek.

“oh, you’re asking for it now,” he says, grabbing a handful of flour.

“don’t you dare!” you warn, but it’s too late. the mini food fight erupts, and by the end of it, you’re both covered in flour and chocolate smears, standing in the middle of a thoroughly chaotic kitchen.

he’s still laughing when he pulls you into his arms, flour and all. “see? totally worth it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you lean into him, your face pressed against the crook of his neck, his scent a mix of cologne and the faintest hint of chocolate. “you’re a menace,” you whisper, but the words are soft, full of affection.

he chuckles, swaying with you slightly. “and you love it.”

and, well, you can’t argue with that.

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

heyy love! i saw that youre into hanoi rocks atm and i have the HUUUUUGEST crush on sami so i was wondering if you could write something about sami waking up from having his wisdom teeth taken out (or a minor surgery or something) and being all whiny and teary and cuddly with the reader because of the anaesthesia? he’s just so cute and the thought of him being super needy is sooooo- i hope you like this idea!

AHAHA AW I LOVE THIS and and and listen i just read his book and apparently he had to have his teeth fixed in like the early 90s and it was really bad so this is basically cannon.

this is sfw btw~

you had to wait by the receptionists for nearly three hours. the time was spent flipping through magazines, worrying about sami, who was probably composed of a percentage of anesthetics now, based on the complex run down you’d heard from the dentist. you just hoped he wasn’t in too much pain.

after waiting for hours, the same dentist you’d met at the beginning of his appointment appeared from the hallway, as well as sami who was stumbling behind her. she smiled softly, her eyebrows creased in an almost deprecatory fashion. she calmly explained the work that was done, that he shouldn’t be in pain, and that the anesthetics should wear off fully within an hour or two. following a “good luck”, she retreated down the hallway, leaving you with a confused sami. he recognized your face, a demented expression plastered on his own, which you struggled to not laugh at.

“come on, hon, let’s go.” you put your arm around him gently, trying to get him to move to the car, which happened slowly but surely, and not without you giggling to yourself. you got him in the passenger’s seat and drove home fairly contently.

“my mouth feels like it’s been blown up, do my lips look puffy?” he asked while pouting, in a voice more whiny than usual. you shook your head, doing everything in your willpower to not burst out in laughter over his altered voice and stuporous state. once you got home, you opened the car door for him and he got out, almost falling on you and tipping both of you over. luckily, you caught him and giggled, kissing his head. you helped him stand up, while he looked at you confusedly again, and he seemed to be offended this time. you got him inside and laid him in bed, suggesting you take a nap together. you set a warm cup of tea on the nightstand and climbed under the covers next to him, but he shyed away and whined at your touch.

“sami, what’s wrong?” you sighed and shook his arm playfully. he grunted and buried himself deeper under the covers.

“you were being meaaan.” his slurred words were sweet. “you were laughing at me.” you giggled.

“awww, i’m so sorry baby.” you pled forgiveness, whispering softly in his ear as you practically got on top of him, smothering his hair and face with kisses. he started to laugh quietly and turned to you, nestling his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around your torso tightly. he’d so fast it transitioned from reserved and grumpy to clingy and needy, and you couldn’t help but find it cute. after all, he was your favorite person on the planet.

you tried to hold his body closer to yours, him ending up virtually on top of you now, his head on your chest. you asked him if he was feeling alright and if he needed anything, but he was too tired to answer and fell asleep quickly in your arms, while you continued to gently scatter small kisses to his head.

<3

[sami--yaffa]

P!Hanoi Rocks x Reader

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Title: “Could Have Better Days”

Summary: Sucks to be stuck inside one nasty gloomy day instead of complaining about not going out or whatsoever. You and your boyfriends decide to spice things up with a game of ‘Never have I Ever’.

Parings: Michael monroe x Reader, Andy Mccoy x Reader, Nasty (Jan) x Reader, Sami yaffa x Reader, Razzle Dingley x Reader.

Word count: How do you count words. I don’t have the patience.

Warning: Alcohol, misspelling (youch..), Drinking, Weird questions, It’s Never Have I Ever, whatcha expect??, Crack Energy, One, maybe two, gets drunk, weed, cigs, any gender of your choice, cussing, Poly.

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Who know you would allegedly be dating those weird boys from Hanoi rocks?? How did this even happen?? Well that’s a question only you, can answer.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 11:45AM

The gloomiest day of Gloomy.

You couldn’t possibly blame others for not wanting to associate with society today. I mean, it’s pouring rain, rain. 

Theres nothing wrong with the rain, if you’re a rain lover. It’s just there was mud and ponds everywhere. Who wanna get their shoes wet over rain?? Nobody, I hope.

Out of boredom, all of you guys decide to watch TV, something random. 

Or that’s what you thought.

“A’right, who has my fuckin cig!” McCoy voiced, rushing down stairs. Noise could be heard as he came down rushing through the living room.

His black hat, red thin silky shirt, black pants and any other clothing item that caught his eye, making him stand out.

“Raz’ ya seen my cig mate?” Andy then leaned over the black couch where Sami, on Razzle’s left, Razzle in the middle, And Nasty all sat.

“Not at all mate! Have ya considered checking those pocket o’yours yeah?? $20 it’s n’ there” The drummer smirk in amusement, as he hold his ringed hand out that also resembled multi-colored nail polish on his fingers.

The questioned man then checked his pockets so eagerly, just to find the pack of cigs in there. He then pull them out as if it was a pocket knife.

Pulled one, and lit it. Smoke soon then fill the air as he inhaled the smoke and blew it in Sami’s face.

“You did that on purpose.” The bassist spoke, with a slight irritational frown.

Razzle and Andy then laughed in sync, also in amusement.  “Oh don’t be such a buzz killer. A little smoke won’t hurt.” Andy smirked as he then passed it to Razzle.

“Waiting’ for my $20..” Dingley spoke in a singing tune. 

“We didn’t shake on it, no?” A smirk could then form on Nasty’s face. Who’s been listening in the conversation along with Michael and Sami.

“Does that truly matter anyways?? $20 is $20.” 

“Where did you come from” 

“Where do I always come from??”

Razzle then side-eyed you in response. IT was his turn to blow the smoke in your face.

He did so, which caught of guard. When you was supposedly watching michael fix his blonde unique hair.

“Really??” You huffed as you crossed your arms.  “That’s what I said!!” Sami then chimed in, the same expression as you. It then go quiet. 

“What?” He then said. “And I’ll do it again” McCoy then laughed.

“Whatever” you and Sami say in unison.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 2:30PM

The rain began to take over heavier, leading thunderstorms here and there. Some catching you all off guard. 

Michael sits on the couch, above Nasty who’s sitting on the ground, letting Michael style his hair.

“Your hair is soft luv, what do you use??” The lead singer Asked the man.

“Water, shampoo and conditioner” 

“I know that, everybody does, hopefully but the brand ya use—“ He then get cut off.

“How about a game of Neva’ Have I Eva’ with booze mates!! With money or no?? Aye we can take shots! Maybe drink the whole bottle!! Who’s down!!”

The drummer then pace down stairs with a mischievous grin on his face, his cute deep dimples wearing it off. Making him look nothing but innocent.

“Booze sounds like too much” Nasty chimed in.

“Exactly, the last time we did it, we had to lock you n’ Andy in a room for almost 5 hours.” Michael groaned, like a mother scolding her children.

“No biggie, that was nothing!” 

“You literally broke the TV last time by tripping over Andy.” Sami then say as he was fixing his black messy hair in the mirror, not bothering to turn to face anybody.

“I second that.” You commented, with your feet kicked up on the table. Your mix matched socks wearing out.

“I don’t third that.” Andy walked into the living room, fixing his pants and later buckling his belt up again, that matches Razzle.

Razzle and Michael gave him a knowing look, as Sami, You, and Nasty, all looked disappointed.

“Can a man not take a piss yea??” 

“Sureeee” Razzle waved him off dragging the ‘Sure’ in a teasing matter.

“Fuck off” Andy then flip him off, as everybody else laughs.

“I guess we can play” Nasty stated. With two pig tails in his hair from Michael’s work.

“You look all cute don’t cha’” The proud, noisy drummer smiled.

“You look disturbing.” 

“When can you ever be nice” Michael and Sami both scold. Andy then shrug in response as he put out the cigarette he’s smoked again. The pack almost gone.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 5:04PM.

“Never have I ever, said the wrong thing at the wrong time.” Michael then questioned, his pink sunglasses glammin’.

Razzle, You, Sami and Andy all take shots. 

“I was drunk off m’ass okay?? An old man approached me and told me his wife was in the nursing home! And I winded up saying “congratulations mate!!” Out loud!” Dingley then confessed.

“Wow..” You chimed in. All four of you all, now taking shots.

“Jeez, this is strong.” Yaffa winced. 

Michael and Nasty then snicker. 

“Never have I ever gotten into a brawl.” 

Andy then take a shot, So did, of course. Razzle.

“You guys are something else” you spoke out loud.

“Some punk spilt beer on my clothes! I told him if he ever tries me again, I’m shoving the whole bottle up his ass. And that night the police got called.”

“Oh yea, then I had to come to the scene” Michael spoke, his blue eyes widening a little. He then raise his sunglasses up to set them on top of his frizzy hair. After, puckering his lips.

“Yea, shit was crazy!” 

“Alright, my turn” Sami cleared his throat.

“Neva’ Have I Eva’ kissed, dated, or slept with someone and kept it a secret?” He then exclaimed, setting down his card and looking around.

He himself, then take a shot, so has Michael, Nasty, let’s just say everyone.

“Mines was an On N’ Off relationship so” Andy waved liked it was nothing, then lighting a joint. 

“Oh? Same?” Monroe questioned a little.

“I never expected that to come from someone like you.” Stenfors provoked as he turned his head to Michael with an almost, shocked look.

Who would’ve knew Michael could have any girl he want?? Many thought he was guy, by his looks, or many mistakes him as a girl.

“I don’t think anybody did mate..” Razzle spoke, his words slurring as his cheeks flush due to being intoxicated.

“Jeez man you’re gone..” McCoy laughed at the sight. He was gone too, from being high AND drunk.

“Aye, Y/N luv, you should try this yea??” He then stick out the blunt their direction. With a confident smile.

You then shake you head no automatically, the drinks were enough, so why get high as well?? You’ll probably go crazy..

APRIL 15th, 1982. 5:20PM

Infact you are now. You’re now high and drunk off your ass, running around got nothing to lose. 

Razzle and Andy snickering in the background, as Michael shakes his head and get up to stop you from causing more chaos. Nasty and Sami watching with confusion and a straight face.

“I think it was a bad idea t’influence them with a joint.” Monroe confessed as he looked at the drummer and guitarist. His hair flowing the same direction.

“They seem alright to us, right Raz??” 

“Bloody hell they’re gone!” He lets out a dry mask.

Bottles smashing in the background could be heard, due to your antics. You then bounce and hop from couch or any other surface you can manage to land on without breaking a bone.

This has now became a cat and mouse chase between You and Michael.

You then take cover behind Nasty and Sami. Believing you couldn’t be found, which was a lie.

“A’right it’s time to go to bed yea??” Monroe then grabbed you.

“But whyyy..” You protested with a whine, then letting yourself fall to the floor.

“Out of every other days. You choose this day to be a crazy one.” Sami said as he raised his eyebrows, flipping his hair out of his face.

“Could have better days..”

“Key word, Could” Nasty chimed in, finishing his cigarette and putting it in the ash tray.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 11:56PM 

It is officially bed time for everybody. This day has been a tough one, for Michael Atleast, and maybe Sami. Who knows if Nasty was annoyed as well.

Everybody is slowly drifting off to sleep. First was Sami, Then Razzle, Then Nasty, Andy, You and lastly Michael.

Maybe you all could have better days without booze and going crazy.

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A/N: this was fun to write. Honestly. Hope you all like it, take care!

[peacesells-imbuying]

Can I have a fic where Nasty has a crush on a fem reader but doesn't realize it so he mistakes it for disliking them because he feels sick (like nauseous) around them. And he tells Razzle and Sami about it and they laugh at him (That's mostly Razzle probably) and then explain that Nasty probably likes reader. So Nasty attempts to ask reader out on multiple occasions but something always goes wrong so eventually he gives up and Razzle tells reader that Nasty likes her because he could not stand for the awkwardness between them to continue.

Literally screaming. This sounds so 😩 tysm enjoy! Heads up quite I get carried away with details.. info blog | masterlist

You hunged out with Hanoi Rocks as long as Nasty could remember. It started in 1987, Sami and Andy introduced you to the band. Mike loved you and so did the others evantually, friendships started to bloom. Now its 1982, what year to be alive. 

Nasty and you are good friends, wouldn't say close like Sami, but close enough for no awkwardness in the air. Originally Nasty was a bit awkward around you, not cause he ever talk to a girl before but because you were just so bubbly! Always smiling and uplifting around everyone, similar to Razzle. Sunshine duo or whatever fan came up with. 

Now he was more comfortable around you. Lots of approvmemt, yeah you were so proud of yourself until recently...guess you were wrong. In reality poor Nasty could not figure out his feelings for you. 

"Hey Nasty." A smile was plastered on your face like your good friend Steven from GN'R. "Hey." Nasty instantly felt like throwing up. He always felt sick around you. "Excuse me." Nasty rushed to the bathroom but it disappeared. If he wanted to know what was happening, he was going to need some help. 

"Guys..." Sami and Razzle sat on the couch beforehand in their own cnversation, but once they heard Nasty's serious combined worried tone they completely stopped. "What's wrong?" Sami immediately asked. "Whenever I'm around Y/n...I get this feeling. A bad one, I'm always sick! But when I leave her, all of it goes away and I'm back to my normal self. What-" They laughed a bit to loud. "What's so funny?" Nasty didn't understand what was funny in a situation like this. Sami sighed while Razzle giggled often. 

"Nasty...man. You like her." They laughed again for good. "Huh?" Razzle decided to explain first. "You get "sick" because you're nervous around her mate." Sami nodded adding on. "Exactly. You need to calm down around her. Try asking her out." They were right. "Ask her out? How?" Razzle hummed for a bit. "Nothin' fancy. Just say it straight forward." Nasty mentally took note. "Thank you so much." Sami and Razzle looked at each other with a laugh "No problem!" 

He thought it would be easy. "Hey Y/n.." You both were backstage, Hanoi Rocks was going to perform in 10 minutes. "I was wondering-" "Y/n, Mike is asking for extra help." A staff called her away. "Alright, sorry Nasty. Ask again later." So he did. Second attempt was at a park. "Y/n..do you-well would you-" He became awkward. "Hey!" Sami stole her drink and she chased him. Nasty was upset the rest of the day. Final attempt. A party.  "Y/n, can I take you out? Like a date!" The music was so loud and he was a bit drunk. "What!" "Nothing." Nasty sighed walking away to find Mike. 

Razzle loved his friends with all his heart. But he could not stand the awkwardness between the both of you. He needed to intervene or nothing was going to happen. "Y/n. I'm sorry, but I cant handle all this awkwardness anymore. Nasty likes you and wants to ask you out. Alright, see ya!" You were red as a pepper. 

"Nasty. I would like to go on a date with you." Nasty was flabbergasted. "How-" "You're welcome!" Razzle shouted from afar. As you both dated, it felt like you knew each other since childhood. Nothing stood in between.

[born-to-lose-writing]

Starstruck

Pairing: Sami Yaffa x reader

Requested by @wandahart & anon

Summary: Sami has a crush on you, a famous singer, and gets nervous when he meets you in person.

Tags: fluff

Words: 1,033

A/N: This is one of my oldest WIPs and one for which I immediately had ideas, so I have no idea why I haven't finished it until now.

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @smells-like-perfect-senses (let me know if you want to be taken off the list)

Being a popular singer led to connections within the London rock scene, which in turn led to being invited to many parties and gigs by other musicians. There would often be lesser known or foreign bands too.

Tonight, you were seeing Johnny Thunders at an all too familiar venue you had played many times and loved going to – the Marquee Club. You were good friends with Johnny and naturally, you had been asked to attend the afterparty as well. For one, to spend time with him because you hadn't had the chance to see each other in a while due to your busy schedules, but also to meet some new faces who wanted to make it big in England.

One of the best ways to promote your own music was to go out and build a network in the scene, even more so if you were not a local. Concerts and afterparties were a welcome occasion for that.

When you arrived at the club after the show, the first thing you did was to greet the people you already knew and have a chat with them, some longer, some shorter, depending on how frequently you saw them and how well you knew them. Then, Johnny began to introduce you to some people he had invited, most of them bands from abroad or groups who had recently formed. Among them was a band called Hanoi Rocks.

The moment Sami spotted you in the crowd, he felt his heartbeat speed up. His bandmates admired you for your music and while he obviously did too, he also had a crush on you. The idea of you being at the same party as him gave him butterflies, but also made him very anxious when he noticed you walking in his direction.

"Hey (y/n), there’s another band I'd like to introduce you to!" your friend called over the music, leading you to a group of five men, of which one was blonde and the rest had dark hair. "This is Andy, Michael, Sami and Nasty."

They all greeted you with big smiles on their faces. "We really like your music," Nasty said, being the last one to shake your hand.

The young man who had been introduced to you as Sami nodded excitedly, making you smile even wider.

"Thank you so much! I heard you're not from London?" you asked.

"Oh yeah, we're from Finland," Michael explained, fluffing up his hair. "We came here last year to record our album, which just came out in January."

“Good luck! Did you already put out any before?”

“Our debut was only released in Finland and Sweden, so this is our second album. We figured London is a better place to get the big break than Helsinki,” Andy answered.

You all got into talking, but the only one who still hadn't spoken except for a sheepish ‘hi’ earlier was Sami, their bassist, as you found out. Unlike his bandmates, he was very quiet and even hid his face whenever you looked at him, so you cautiously asked, “Sami? Are you okay?”

He simply nodded, opening his mouth before Michael said casually with a smirk, “He’s got a crush, don't you?”

His cheeks turned pink and he looked obviously uncomfortable, which confirmed that the singer was telling the truth. You offered him a sympathetic smile to ease the tension. “Aw stop, he's already looking nervous, Michael.”

You changed the topic, which seemed to make Sami feel better already, even if as the conversation faded out, he was the first to excuse himself.

Later that night when you were finished with your obligatory introductions, you returned to the bar to have some drinks you couldn't have ordered earlier in order to stay professional. While the bartender was mixing your cocktail, you recognized the two men sitting by the counter a few meters away as Nasty and Sami from Hanoi Rocks.

When you received your glass, you approached them with a smile. Nasty patted Sami's back before standing up to leave you both alone.

You tried to have small talk and finally you got to hear his voice. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Absolutely! So you know Johnny Thunders personally?” Immediately after this question, he felt embarrassed. Of course you knew him if you were walking around together letting him introduce you to people.

“Yes, we've been friends for a couple of years and we work together sometimes,” you answered. “I think he's a great rock guitarist, maybe not for his talent, but because he delivers the rock n roll attitude and he pretty much invented punk with the Dolls.”

Sami nodded in agreement. “He’s amazing, just like you.”

You grinned and decided it's the right time to ask him again, just between you and him. “Do you really have a crush on me?”

He looked down, nervously taking a sip from his bottle. "Y-yeah, I mean, that sounds weird now... I'm kind of a huge fan and..."

From his stammering, you could tell he wasn't sure what to say, but you heard what you needed to hear. “Honestly, I think you're very cute.”

“You do?” Sami's eyes widened in surprise. “I mean- thank you. You too!”

“You're staying here longer, right?” you asked and he nodded. “Would you like to go out tomorrow? There's a good Thai restaurant in this district. Not Vietnamese to suit your band's name, but I love going there. I'm paying.”

With that addition, his worry about who to borrow money from vanished. He avoided eating out because it was too expensive, but if he didn't make an exception for you, for who else?

“Yes, of course! I'll have to check back when I'm free because we're opening for Lords of the New Church on the 5th, but I definitely want to go out,” he replied, a big smile on his face.

You asked the bartender to give you a piece of paper and a pen to write your phone number on it, which you handed to Sami. “Once you know when you're free, just call. Anytime from 17 o'clock would work for me.”

This new chapter in his life was off to a great start, he thought.

[depression-c0re]

current!sami yaffa x Michael Monroe’s daughter headcannons also nsfw and big age gap

(I’m sick of waiting for someone to read my other post and write this for me so ima do it even though I suck at writing also I’m writing headcannons bc it’s easier and less work)(also a few details reader is a girl obviously also in the story reader is about 23 just to let y’all know)

warnings⚠️⚠️:age gap, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of pregnancy (I think), smut, maybe some cursing

if I missed any warnings please tell me

-ok starting off you and Sami obviously have a very big age gap around a 37 years actually

-when y’all started dating and you told Michael he obviously freaked out (bc he’s our fav Barbie drama queen)

-also because it’s his daughter is dating one of his best friends who also helped raise her

-it took awhile but sooner or later he came around to it seeing how much Sami loved you and how happy he made you☺️

-now onto y’all’s relationship dynamic

-Sami’s love language is definitely physical touch I see him being to shy for words of affirmation but he’ll do it every once in a while I also feel like he loves gift giving

-he absolutely loves when you hold him and baby him it doesn’t matter how big y’all’s age gap is he still loves being babied by you(no one can change my mind on that)

-speaking of babies if y’all had a kid he would love them so much it’s not even funny

-I have a feeling he’s extremely good with kids idk why

-also he would have the best fashion advice for you like he would always help pick out outfits for you when you don’t know what to wear

-while he helps pick out what you where he also helps you out of it at the end of the night(iykyk)

-you can not tell me this man is not a sucker for tits and thighs bro

-will absolutely suck on your tits and leave hickeys on your tits and thighs

-absolutely loves being bottom his fav position is cowgirl because you can control him or he can control you

-absolutely will not force you to do anything you don’t wanna do and respects you boundaries

-but also will do anything you wanna do kink wise

-like he does not care he will literally try whatever you wanna do with him

-absolutely loves you

-has written many songs about you

-and yes sometimes they get published and Michael has to sing them💀

-when it got revealed to the public y’all were dating every one freaked out some people outa happiness and some in anger

-most people loved y’all’s relationship and their were so many cute post from y’all’s supportive fans saying how cute you and Sami are

-then there were the people posting about y’all’s age gap and how it was pedophilia and shit because he helped raise you but you didn’t care honestly you had Sami and your dad and that’s all you needed

-seeing as you grew up around Sami he knew everything you liked and how you liked it

-he could name your coffee order by heart if you asked him to

-if you had tattoos he would absolutely love them kissing touching and tracing them every time you are together

-always has an arm around you ESPECIALLY at social events that the band is at

-he is definitely overprotective of you not in like a controlling way but in a concerned trying to make sure you don’t get hurt/uncomfortable kind of way

-will absolutely let you sit on his lap(but also his face in the bedroom)

-ALWAYS and I mean always gives you a kiss before and after a concert

-adores when you wear his clothes

-you wanna know a way you can instantly turn him on wear his shirt with just panties on nothing else just his shirt and panties

-he will literally die of hornyness on the spot

-lives for when you braid his hair randomly

-braiding his hair is literally the best way to calm him down if he’s mad upset or stressed about something

ok that’s all for now I might write more later but I have no more ideas if you have any ideas tell me also, I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes. I suck at spelling.

[multifandomrandomgirl]

Just a Kiss - Michael Monroe x reader

Masterlist:

Wordcount: 882

Warnings: slight bad language

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The spare room in Andy McCoy’s house was dimly lit, a street lamp in the distance softly filtered through the old, thin curtains. Muffled music pulsated throughout the house, the bass vibrated through the floorboards. The distant party downstairs reminded Y/N that the world was still spinning even though in the small spare room, it felt as though time had come to a halt.

Michael Monroe, the blond bombshell lead singer of Hanoi Rocks was standing by the window, he took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curled lazily before it disappeared. Michael’s long hair cascaded over his shoulders but the usual charismatic glimmer in his eyes was gone.

Y/N was sitting on the edge of the bed, a lump formed in her throat. She’d always found herself drawn to Michael like a moth to a lamp/ Not because of his fame or his looks, but because he made her feel alive and free. That had all changed tonight and Y/N couldn’t understand why.

“Why did you do it?” Y/N finally bit the bullet and ended the silence between them.

“It’s just a kiss, what’s the big deal?” Michael didn’t turn to look at Y/N. He took another drag of his cigarette.

“Just a kiss?” Y/N echoed, tears stung at her eyes in disbelief. “How can you say that?”

“What more do you want me to say?” He finally turns to look at her, his eyes cold and empty. “That it meant something? That I felt something? It was just a fucking kiss.” His voice was emotionless.

“It wasn’t just a kiss, Michael. Not to me.” Y/N stood up, her body trembling.

“You’re being ridiculous. We kissed. That’s it. Don’t make it into something it isn’t.” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N asked, her voice breaking. She was shocked at how indifferent he was acting. “Why are you acting like you don’t care?”

“Because I don’t fucking care,” Michael spat. “I already told you that.”

“Liar,” Y/N whispered, his words hitting her hard. “You’re not as cold as you try to make people believe. You’re lying.”

“You know nothing about me.” He laughed bitterly.

“What are you so afraid of? Tell me.” Y/N pleaded, taking a step closer to him.

Michael looked at her, and for a split second, his mask slipped away. Y/N briefly saw some vulnerability on his face. Then, it disappeared.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Michael snapped. “What you see is what you get with me. I never promised you anything, and don’t think I will now.”

Y/N felt her heart shatter at his words. She wanted to cry, to hiy him, make him feel the pain she felt as his words stabbed her like a knife. But she couldn’t. She knew that no matter how much it pained her, no matter how deep the cuts were from his words, she couldn’t ever hate him. Y/N loved Michael, the cruelest twist life had thrown at her.

“I thought I meant something to you, I thought we meant something.” Y/N whispered, a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Michael shrugged, not looking at her.

“How can you just stand there and act like we don’t matter, like I don’t matter?” Her voice rose.

Michael sighed, a hand ran through his blond locks. “Because it’s easier like this. It’s easier to pretend that this was just a kiss, if I admit it was more, then what? What do we do? My life doesn’t really allow space for a relationship.”

Y/N stared at him, his words and the truth behind them seemed to suffocate her. She knew he was telling the truth, his chaotic Rockstar lifestyle had no room for stability or love, but it still hurt her.

“So that’s it?” She asked quietly. “You’re going to walk away and act like this never happened?”

“It’s better, for both of us.” Michael nodded.

Y/N’s heart sank as she realised he’d made up his mind and convinced himself that this was the only way. She was willing to fight for him, but he wasn’t. It wouldn’t make a difference anymore.

“Goodbye, Michael.” Y/N whispered, more tears streaming down her face as she made her way to the door.

Michael didn’t respond, he watched her go to leave. Y/N’s hand hovered on the doorknob momentarily, her mind in turmoil of whether or not she should continue to fight, Y/N stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. It felt like the final nail in the coffin. She loved him, with everything she had, more than anything, but it wasn’t enough. Y/N broke down in the hallway.

Michael was still frozen inside the room where she had left him, his heart ached. He’d done what he thought was right, what he thought would protect you and him. But now, he felt like he had made the biggest mistake of his life.

“It was just a kiss.” He whispered to himself, trying to make himself believe that he was right. The words hung in the empty air, meaningless.

Deep down inside, Michael knew that it was more than just a kiss and that he was the world’s biggest idiot.

[psych0-str1ngs]

Wet Dreams- Sami Yaffa x reader

Authors Note: I'm a total slut for Sami, I can't even lie to you, I would bang that man everyday all day if I could.

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, P inV smut, Oral, m receiving, Cussing, very little dialogue

You stared up at the ceiling, completely and utterly bored, your boyfriend Sami, was fast asleep next you. It was about 2 in the morning, and just a few short hours ago, you and Sami were at a pub with his bandmates.

It was a regular occurrence that Sami would drag you with him to pubs with his band, you loved that he wanted to spend time with you, if even if it was with his bandmates. You'd never admit but sometimes you just wanted to stay home, it wasn't that you didn't like the rest Hanoi rocks, because they were your best friends, it could all just be a little much.

You were broken out of your thoughts when Sami shifted onto his back, letting out little snores. He mumbled something in Finnish, it was something you couldn't understand. You leaned closer

"Sami?" You whispered.

No answer. You shrugged before leaning your head on his chest, his long arms wrapped around you, Sami's body twisting to face yours, he threw his leg over your hip. You giggled softly, he was such a teddy bear, even in his sleep. Your right cheek pressed against his bare chest, you started to get sleepy, your eyes struggling to stay open. Just a few short seconds later, Sami let out a little moan, your eyes shot open.

well there goes all chances of sleeping, you thought to yourself. You moved to your other side, your ass pressed up against Sami. His hand went to your hip. You shifted a little bit, trying to get as close to Sami as possible. You soon realized he was hard, his sleepy form pulling you close against him.

You stared at the wall, wide-eyed. Sami face pressed against your back, his lips pressed against the nape of your neck, you shivered.

"Sami?" You called out again, your nails scratching lightly at his arm.

"Mmm," He mumbled. "Yes love"

"Are you uhm," you paused, thankful that it was dark in the room, otherwise he would more than likely notice your blush. "Having issues?"

He giggled a bit before kissing your shoulder.

"Possibly," His soft voice spoke out. "Help me?"

You turned your face to see his, the moon light provided just enough light for you to see his blue eyes stare at yours lovingly. You planted a soft kiss to his lips before lightly pushing him onto his back. You worked your way down his body, leaving little kisses and bite marks here and there. You pressed your soft, tiny fingers to his bulge, a tent in his boxers. You looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving up and down somewhat quickly.

You grabbed the hem of his black boxer shorts, his hips lifted up slightly, you pulled them down, his length slapping against his stomach. You grabbed his shaft, your mouth salivating at the sight. You pumped him up and down slowly.

"F-faster please," Sami looking down at you.

You moved your hand faster, his legs starting to shake, you pulled away quickly, giving him a few seconds to process what had happened.

"wha- why'd you sto-" His voice faltered after feeling your warm mouth wrap around him, he let out a soft moan.

His hand reached down, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling lightly. You reached up, using your hands to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth. You locked eyes with him, his cheeks lightly tinted pink, he smiled at you lovingly. You let off of him, sliding him out of your mouth with a pop. He sat up against the headboard, watching you take off your tank top, leaving you in just your white thong, and bra. You climbed on to him, legs on either side of him. His long fingers gripped your hips softly. You sat right above his length, kissing him gently.

"You look so gorgeous my love," He spoke, pushing his face into your neck, leaving love bites on every inch of skin he could reach.

"I love you Sam," You shifted, your entrance just above his length, you sat down slowly, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size before rocking slowly. You moaned lightly, taking in the sight of Sami. His half lidded eyes watching you slide up and down on him. He moaned, leaning forward again to unclasp your bra, pulling it off of your arms. His mouth quickly found your left nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking lightly, his hand twisted your right nipple. You moaned again, moving slightly faster.

"Y/n, I love you so much, so so so so much," He spoke softly, leaning against the headboard, panting.

"I love you too," Your hips moved up and down. You tightened around him.

"Oh god Sam," His tip hitting your g-spot every time. "I'm so close"

"Me too pupu" He moaned, you let him take control, he flipped you both, you were now on your back. He thrusted into you, leaning down to kiss you deeply, your legs wrapped around his waist. His hips started to falter, he moaned, quickly pulling out and letting his seed coat your stomach, before pushing back in and giving you slow, deep thrusts, letting you cum on his length. He pulled out, and leaned his head on your chest, breathing heavily, his long black hair spilled over your body. He kissed your chest, not caring that cum was now coating both of your bodies.

"Shower?" His pale blue eyes looked up at you, full of nothing but love.

"Of course," You kissed his forehead, watching him get up, extending his large hand to you. You scooted off the mattress, grabbing his hand and standing. Your legs shook, Sami smirked down at you.

"what are you smirking at Mr. ?" you smiled at him.

"Oh nothing my love," He took your hand and led you to the bathroom.

The end!!!!!

[samicoke]

Contents \-(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)-/

Rules ⚝

Requests 𖦹ᯅ𖦹 (send in my inbox or msg)

My writing ꩜

Series ♰

Work in Progress ´ཀ`

Others ⚰︎

Will not write: smut(no hate to writers that do write it) or disgusting topics. Your request will be deleted. 😊

In your request, lmk if you want it to be based off the movie or irl(for mayhem). atp it’s two different things. I don’t mind writing series so feel free to send some! 

note - some will be in 1st pov others will be in 3rd pov.

• Euronymous | Mayhem 

• Dead | Mayhem | Morbid 

• Necrobutcher | Mayhem 

• Varg | Mayhem | Burzum 

(any members of Mayhem included)

Others: Rock, Black Metal & Metal bands

Varg Vikernes: “With You.” (F & Rm)

MAYHEM 🦇

Øystien aarseth: none

Pelle ohlin: “Fallen For You.”(F) | “Final Goodbye.” (A)

Necrobutcher: none

Lars Ulrich: “Jealousy” (A ->F)

METALLICA 🎸

Micheal monroe: “Fresh Start” (A -> F)

HANOI ROCKS 🪩

GUNS N ROSES 🥀

Nocturnal culto: “Empty Field.” (F)

Axl rose: “Acceptance” (P) || “Supportive” (P)

DARKTHRONE 🕷️

nothing so far…

Micheal monroe — “Silly days” (✶)

Razzle Dingely — “Silly Days” (✶)

Slash — “Disappearance” (A)

• author notes •

Request are open! Tysm 4 ur kind words!

Dividers creds: user drizztdohurtin

f-fluff - comforting, heartwarming a-angst - arguments, heartbreak, sad stuff p-platonic sibling/family/band members rm-romance - dates, first times, d-drama - fights (lol), drama w/diff ppl ✶ - extra, random, funny (?) idk

[tobybestupid]

Hi<3 Can you please write a nsfw alphabet for Sami Yaffa? He’s so underrated😭

Take care🫶

OMG OFC I LOVE SAMI SM!!!

NSFW Alphabet - Sami Yaffa (Hanoi Rocks)

Tw:

A = Aftercare

Sami boy loves taking care of you, will get in a bath you and just whisper sweet things as he cleaning you off <3

B = Body part

His favorite body parts on you is your mouth, he's pounding in and out of you and needs somewhere to kiss? Right on the lips.

C = Cum

He likes to cum on your pretty face, definitely will you clean off after though :3

D = Dirty Secret

Wants to team tag you with Andy C:

E = Experience

He's decently experienced, definitely scared/nervous of hurting you though so he'll constantly ask if you're okay<3

F = Favourite Position

He probably likes bending you over stuff like the couch, Michaels bed, your bed ECT :3

G = Goofy

He tries to be serious he's just nervous asf

H = Hair

Feel like he'd be decently groomed, small happy trail, not much hair.

I = Intimacy

Man treats you like a goddess, whispering sweet things into your ear, praising you!!! >:3

J = Jack Off

He probably jacks off quite a bit on tour, of your there with him have a fun time trying to walk. Sami's more..not himself on tour.

K = Kink

Sami soooooo has a breeding kink, like he's so nice about it. Poor baby just wants to fill you up over and over :3

L = Location

Michaels bed. Jk...well, he would to it there once or three times...maybe more.

M = Motivation

Lap dance, god, and praising him? Calling him a good boy? He can't help himself.

N = NO

Hurt you, he doesn't want to hurt you at all.

O = Oral

He LOVES receiving head, (also loves giving it, amazing tricks with his tongue) anyway. He loves watch you attempt to take his entire thing, god it's lovely.

P = Pace

He's slow, patient with you if you don't want hard. Will be hard and fast if you want it.

Q = Quickie

Doesn't enjoy quickies, would rather pleas you all night long.

R = Risk

Michaels bed, tour bus, living room...need I say more??

S = Stamina

He can't last very long, maybe 2-3 rounds, poor baby gets tired quickly :(

T = Toy

Owns vibrators for you, and a Fleshlight he uses on tour :3

U = Unfair

Loves teasing you, so unfair with you. Loves teasing and touching sensitive spots and not letting you cum, loves it :3

V = Volume

He whimpers, can't change my mind. Whimpers and groans .

W = Wild Card

Loves to be submissive, just doesn't show it at all.

X = X-Ray

He's decently big, maybe 7-7½? Pretty girthy though, not much hair like earlier said; little happy trail. Has like two veins.

Y = Yearning

Not very high, he can only last about 3 round.

Z = ZZZ

Will clean you, then fall asleep right after, but ofc he cuddles you<3

[broidobe]

𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰

requested by @yeotozaki! this s a continuation to interruption which is linked below

☾sami and the reader's budding romance deepens through shared moments of vulnerability, music, and quiet intimacy, proving that love can transform even the shyest heart☽

☾warnings: mentions of anxiety and self-doubt, mild sensuality, light alcohol mention☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚interruption

⁎⁺˳✧༚hanoi rocks masterlist

the soft hum of helsinki’s nightlife filled the air as you and sami strolled side by side, your breath misting in the crisp evening. snow blanketed the ground, the faint crunch beneath your boots adding rhythm to your steps. the first date had been perfect—so perfect it felt like a scene from a movie. now, weeks had passed, and the shy, hesitant sami had transformed into someone more confident, more open with you, though his quiet charm remained ever present.

“i was thinking,” sami began, his fingers brushing against yours in a fleeting touch that sent warmth radiating through you. “next weekend, maybe we could go skating? there’s this frozen lake a little outside the city. it’s beautiful this time of year.”

you smiled, your hand slipping into his as you squeezed it gently. “that sounds amazing. though, i should warn you, i’m not exactly graceful on the ice.”

a soft chuckle escaped him, his thumb tracing small circles over the back of your hand. “that’s okay. i’ll catch you if you fall.”

moments like these had become your new normal. sami’s subtle humor, the way he carefully chose his words, and the quiet sincerity in his actions made you feel like you’d stepped into something rare. even michael had taken to teasing you both, calling you “the inseparables” and laughing whenever sami’s gaze lingered on you for too long during group hangouts.

one evening, you found yourself at sami’s apartment. it was cozy and warm, the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air, mingling with the soft notes of his guitar. he was perched on the edge of the couch, completely lost in the melody he was strumming—a haunting, beautiful tune that filled the room and wrapped around you like a favorite blanket.

“is that something new?” you asked softly, not wanting to interrupt the flow of his playing.

he glanced up, his hair falling into his eyes as he gave you a sheepish smile. “yeah, just messing around. it’s not finished yet.”

“it sounds incredible,” you said earnestly, leaning forward in your seat.

a faint blush colored his cheeks, and he set the guitar down beside him. “you really think so?”

“i do,” you replied, your voice steady. “you’ve got this way of making everything you play feel… personal. like you’re telling a story, even without words.”

sami stared at you for a moment, his gaze searching yours as if trying to find the perfect response. instead, he reached out, his hand warm against yours as he pulled you closer. “it’s easier to write now,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “since you came along.”

your heart skipped a beat, his words wrapping around you with a warmth that reached deep into your chest.

“come here,” he said softly, his hand tugging you gently.

you stood, allowing him to guide you toward him. with a tender pull, he settled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. the room felt smaller, more intimate, as you rested your hands against his shoulders.

“you make everything better, you know that?” he murmured, his forehead brushing against yours.

his words carried a weight you hadn’t expected, spoken with a vulnerability that took your breath away.

“i could say the same about you,” you whispered, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

his lips curled into a smile, and he kissed you softly, lingering as though he never wanted to let you go. the kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, a reflection of everything sami was—gentle, thoughtful, and deeply passionate.

later that night, as you curled up together on the couch, sami’s fingers absently played with yours. “you know,” he began, his voice low, “i never thought i’d get this lucky. for a while, it felt like everyone just… overlooked me.”

your heart ached at the thought. “why would anyone overlook you?” you asked, leaning closer. “you’re incredible, sami.”

he laughed softly, though it held a note of self-deprecation. “maybe you’re just seeing something no one else has before.”

you shook your head firmly. “then they weren’t looking closely enough. you’re kind, talented, and…” you hesitated, your voice softening as you admitted, “you make me feel like i’m the luckiest person in the world.”

sami’s expression shifted, his gaze softening with something you couldn’t quite name. “you mean that?”

“every word.”

he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you,” he murmured, “but i’m going to make sure i never take you for granted.”

from that moment on, things only grew stronger between you. sami’s natural shyness slowly gave way to a quiet confidence, especially around you. whether it was the way he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face with a gentle touch, or the small notes he left in your bag after a café visit, he made every moment feel like a declaration of how much he cared.

by the time the weekend arrived, and you stood together on the frozen lake under a sky painted with soft hues of twilight, you knew this was more than just a passing romance. as you stumbled on the ice and he caught you, both of you laughing breathlessly, it became clear: sami wasn’t just a fleeting part of your life. he was someone you wanted to hold onto, someone who made even the simplest moments unforgettable.

and from the way he looked at you, his green eyes full of warmth and quiet devotion, you knew he felt the same.

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

could you do something

sexy

with Razzle from Hanoi Rocks 🙏🏻 (also maybe Razzle and reader have cuddles after and user listens to Razzle's heart while they fall asleep 🥺)

the last part of that is so sweet, so I hope its ok that I decided to just make it fluff ♡ i think im going to stop writing smut for a while

Hold On To Me - Razzle Dingley

It was the beginning of December, the first snow had fallen in England by now. It was cold enough to keep a fire going all day and into the night, and that's just what was happening at the house. All the boys were home except for Razzle, who would be home shortly after running to the store (everyone had drawn straws because the fridge was empty and no one wanted to go out). The tv was on downstairs, along with the festive string lights that were wrapped along the railing and the fire, it was the only light on. Everyone was quietly sitting or lying around, for once the house was peaceful. Razzle came through the door with a case of beer and grocery bags and the place lit up. His cockney accented holler echoed through the house, and almost like dominos, everyone started to yell and cheer. You rolled out of bed, dragging yourself through the hallway and down the stairs. Razz was still standing by the door, smiling widely when he saw you.

"Hello, love! I'm back!" You smiled back at him with tired eyes, stepping down the stairs and walking to hug him. His clothes held in the cold air, his shoulder felt cool against your face.

"You're cold!"

"Yes, I am, it's real fuckin' crisp out there." he nodded. You took one of the bags from his hands, Andy took another and the three of you walked to the kitchen. You set the bag down, Razzle and everyone else started shifting through them, taking out the contents and opening cans.

"I think I'm gonna go back to bed..." Razz looked at you slightly shocked.

"You sure, love?" He asked in a caring voice. You nodded, smiling genuinely. He reciprocated your nod and pulled you into another bear hug that lasted minutes. The others were still clawing at the groceries like hyenas. You let go of the hug and started walking towards the stairs, and realized he was following behind you. You turned around and tilted your head at him.

"What? I'm coming too." He chuckled. You smiled at his sweetness and walked up the stairs, waving goodnight to the boys. Raz grabbed you from behind and carried you to the bed, shutting the door of your shared bedroom. He lifted the covers up and motioned for you to get under them. Soon you were both deep under layers of blankets, wrapped up in each other. You laid your head on his chest and snuggled into him while he gently kissed the top of your head and played with the ends of your hair. After a while the both of you started to nod off, after you watched shaddows pass your closed door, the chatter from downstairs subside, and lights shut off gradually, you fell asleep to the sound of Razzle's heartbeat.

"Night love..."

[sami--yaffa]

𖦹𓏵ִ ࣪𖤐⭐️ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴡɪɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ...

˚⋆𐙚｡ 𖦹.

⭐️--Doing everything together. EVERYTHING.

⭐️--You being the one to pull more pranks out of Mike, and Razzle and The others confusing mike for it.

⭐️-- "Y/N did you manage to put mayo in my toothpaste bottle?" And they glare daggers at mike.

⭐️-- "How would I be able to do that??"

⭐️--‼️‼️‼️ FASHION QUEENS‼️‼️‼️

⭐️-- you guys are better than any other siblings because you bith actually share clothes and accessories without arguing.

⭐️-- People think your style is more strange than Mike's because you LOVE to wear silly things.

⭐️-- "Why are you wearing bandages around your waist.."

⭐️-- "It's called fashion, honey."

⭐️-- TWIN TELEPATHY!!

⭐️-- you with speak at the same time almost all the time and it's lowkey funny and cool.

⭐️-- Michael thinks it's a flex for sure.

⭐️-- "Me and my sister/brother Y/N can speak at the same time any time, it's kinda cool right??"

⭐️--YOU BOTH HAVING GREAT TALENT.

⭐️-- The most sassy duo.

⭐️-- Going on a shopping spree 3x a week.

⭐️-- You getting lost.

⭐️-- "Where did Y/N go.." Sami Is stuck in question

⭐️-- "Where do they never go?" --Mike

⭐️-- "If I'm dying, you're dying with me" troupe

⭐️-- you and Michael are partners in crimes.

⭐️-- You once broke your right arm and got a yellow cast and Michael broke his left and got a orange one. You signed your name on his and he signed his on yours.

⭐️-- DISLIKING SOME FOODS HE HATE.

⭐️-- You hating coffee, but love tea (sorry if u like coffee)

⭐️--SAME MUSIC TASTE.

⭐️-- you being younger than him by 13 minutes but act the oldest.

⭐️-- "Mike come back around 7pm"

⭐️-- "You're younger than me."

⭐️-- "We don't count the lame 13 minutes😒."

⭐️-- He loves coloring books, you hate them.

⭐️-- The "too-much-of-the-details" make you lose motivation and energy.

⭐️-- "I don't wanna color this anymore."

⭐️-- "All you did was open the marker?"

⭐️-- Being his back up singer when he's sick‼️‼️

⭐️-- Michael feels as if he needs to try hard and you're like.. "Girl, bye.."

⭐️-- YOU CAN SING LIKE HIM‼️

⭐️-- Your hair is shorter than his by 1 inch.

⭐️-- you both like odd numbers.

⭐️-- YOU BEING A HEAVY DRINKER, MIKE, NO!!

⭐️-- ice skating queens‼️🙏

⭐️-- Except when you busted your buns, huns.

⭐️-- You being more bold than he is, not scared to shut something down if needed.

⭐️-- Someone once said you brother looks like a fag and you went off

⭐️-- GOING TO ARCADES WITH HANOI ROCKS!!

⭐️-- YOU AND RAZZLE AND MICHAEL BEING THE TOP 3 WINNERS.

⭐️-- At the end of the day you both are the world wide best set of twins, everybody loves, hates, adore, and wanna be

[peacesells-imbuying]

Hanoi Rocks (ver.) w/girl member!

thought i give this a go! Love hanoi rocks 🪿 part 2 info blog | masterlist

What's it like being with the boys!

• lots of hugs! Can’t forget 24/7 CUDDLES

• smoking and drinking together ofc or if u don’t do any of those u get the fancy juice 🔥

• piggyback rides.

imagine lol everyone was just outside at the park (or wherever u pick) it was just cuz. Tired of walking you run and jump on Razzles back which caught him off guard soooo you both fall down. ouch. got lots of stares but who cares! 2nd time u refused to get down. The boys would literally have to yank you or pull you away. Tooo comfortable

• you're never by yourself. (Rip free time) 

• stressed out from the boys doing something dumb

• having favorites? Totally not...maybe. 

• you luckily get your own room! But the boys love to bother you still 

• they would teach you lots of Finnish(besides Razzle 😔)even though you did move there you barely picked up the language since you spoke English so the people spoke English back 

• nicknames!! (whatever you like)

• always sharing food and drinks with them no choice. 

• rmr when Mike and Razzle kissed each other to mess w/ppl? You would tease them a lot

• DOING THEIR MAKEUP AND THEY DO URS!

• if they have a girlfriend, you get along with her pretty well like best friends unless they're annoying and only want the boys for money you will immediately handle her yourself 

• you grew up in (wherever ur from) once moving to Finland and London your accent changed

• they're like your own bodyguards at after-parties or when there's a huge mob of paparazzis and fans they’re constantly walking besides u lol

• always makes sure you get love from them. 

• fans have mix feelings about you either they love or hate you. No in between. Getting hate was uncommon and not fun.

they said you were untalented so you decided to prove them wrong 🙏

• you would be a backup singer or guitarist. Can never have enough guitars or bass 😈

(couldn’t help myself BUT) Performing with them would be SO FUN. (need a fic or oneshot of thispleaseplease🙏)

• perfect mini family that would soon crumble away…

[skinomyteethh]

Can you write giving Sami his first blowjob? Thank you I love your writing so far 💕

blow him away

pairing; sami yaffa x fem! reader

summary; giving sami his first blowjob!

contains/warnings; oral (male receiving), slight face fucking

authors note; i was supposed to post this yesterday but i got caught up watching the live action one piece

he had always been a very quiet and reserved boy, he sat in the middle of the class and never bothered anyone. that's what she seemed to enjoy most about him, he wasn't obnoxious or always craving to be the center of attention. his messy black hair and pretty, puppy like blue eyes were absolutely captivating, he was adorable and she just had to have him.

sami was not the type of guy to sexually fantasize about a woman who had no idea of his existence or who he at least thought had no idea of his existence, but he was absolutely in love with her and her beauty. throughout the span of their second fall semester at college he surprisingly befriended her.

eventually, the innocent friendship turned into a romance. he hadn't felt fully ready to make the first move, yet he pondered what her pretty pinkish lips would look like wrapped around his cock, as time progressed the thought of it drove him absolutely insane and in a span of a few weeks he was finally ready to make the next move.

his pale back rested against the cool, neatly stacked pillows. [name]'s hand trailed down his bare chest, down to the belt wrapped around his pants. Sami's breath hitched as he felt her soft, delicate fingers slowly undo his belt spontaneously while maintaining eye-contact with him. it was evident that the whole situation aroused him, the bulge in his briefs was rather prominent, a dark, wet spot forming on his undergarments where his tip rested.

she pulled down his briefs, his lengthy and rather girthy cock slapped against his stomach. Sami quickly shut his eyes, feeling the cold air hit his sensitive tip. dribbles of pre-cum spilt messily from his slit as she wrapped her arm around the base of his cock, stroking up and down, he thumb circling the bright, angry red tip.

small moans escaped his pretty, soft lips, shortly after those gorgeous moans shifted into a loud whine as she removed her hand, sliding herself down and in-between his thighs, once again grabbing the base of his dick, wrapping her pinkish lips around the tip, teasingly sucking and licking it. Sami's hand inched down, pulling on the roots of [name]'s hair, slowly pushing her head down in desperation, this pathetic, whiny baby wanted more, so much more.

"[name]...please.." he pleaded, despite his previous actions her head hadn't moved at all, and after what felt like hours she moved her head further down on his cock, her nose brushing against his stubbly shaven pubic hair. a myriad of moans and random noises of mere pleasure escaped his lips as [name] moved her head up and down in a somewhat skillful motion. occasionally, she'd lick a stripe from the base of his dick up to the tip.

she glanced up at Sami with innocent eyes, signaling to him that he could fuck her mouth. his hips thrusted upwards desperately, almost as if he was chasing his orgasm. he looked absolutely ethereal as he threw his head back and halted his movement, breathing heavily. Sami was far too dazed to continue. [name] began to incline her head up and down his length once again, drawing him incredibly close.

after a couple minutes Sami's fingers tangled themselves in her hair, tightly grabbing the roots and holding her in place as he released his warm seed down her throat. she pulled away shortly after, coughing slightly as she collected any droplets of his cum that had dripped down her chin and on the corners of her mouth.

[name] brought her finger up to his mouth, prompting him to taste himself. he hesitantly leaned his head forward, opening his mouth, sticking his pinkish tongue out, licking the remaining cum off of her fingers.

"you're such a good boy Sami, you did so good."

[multifandomrandomgirl]

I'll Hold Your Hand - Razzle x f!reader

Wordcount: 1120

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The first time that Y/N met Razzle Dingley was by pure chance. She’d been dragged out by her friend, Ruth, to a small venue in London which hosted rock bands. As much as Y/N grumbled and complained about having to go out, she couldn’t help but be excited by the live music. Tonight it was Hanoi Rocks who were playing.

Y/N and Ruth arrived at the venue about half an hour before they were due to be on stage. The pair tried to blend in with the crowd but Y/N felt out of place amongst the over-enthusiastic fans. Ruth had wandered off at some point which left Y/N standing at the bar alone with a pint in her hand.

The opening act wrapped up their set and the energy in the room seemed to get more intense as the lights dimmed and Hanoi Rocks entered the stage.

From the opening chord of ‘High School’, Y/N felt a spark of excitement and was completely entranced and enthralled by the band. The energy they had was infectious and Y/N couldn’t help but sway along to the music, no matter how hard she tried to stop herself.

It was the drummer, Razzle Dingley, who caught Y/N’s eye. His big, dopey smile, bright clothes and exuberant performance captivated Y/N’s gaze throughout the entire performance. He was a stark contrast to Y/N’s more reserved personality. Razzle was like a ray of sunshine.

The set finished all too quickly and Y/N found herself standing at the bar, wanting more from the band that had just cleared off of the stage. Y/N’s friend reappeared and was rambling about the band, she muttered something about wanting to meet them and so Y/N reluctantly agreed to stay at the venue a bit longer. Ruth grinned and dragged her towards a door that was clearly labelled ‘Performers only’.

In the performers corridor, it was chaos. There were people and pieces of equipment everywhere. Ruth managed to navigate her way through it, dragging an apprehensive Y/N behind her. They eventually found Hanoi Rocks.

Razzle was even more charismatic in person, his dopey smile was now more of a wat, and gentle smile. He greeted Y/N with a wink which made her heart skip a beat or two, even if she wouldn’t admit to it.

“Enjoy the show?” Razzle asked, his voice upbeat and happy.

Y/N nodded, she suddenly felt self-conscious and shy. “Yeah, you guys were brill.”

“Glad to hear it!” He grinned, eyes twinkling. “You looked like you were having a lot of fun tonight. I could see you from behind my drums.”

“I guess, I must have gotten caught up in the moment.” Y/N smiled shyly, blushing a little.

Ruth had walked off again, leaving Y/N alone with Razzle. They spoke for ages, he was genuine and interested in getting to know Y/N. He asked her question after question about her interests, her life and anything he could think of.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself letting her guard down around him. Eventually, the crowd started to disperse and Y/N realised it was time to leave.

“It was lovely meeting you.” Y/N smiled sadly, not wanting the evening to end.

“You too, maybe I’ll see you around?” Razzle grinned. “Perhaps at another show?”

“Maybe.” Y/N said, she wasn’t sure whether or not she’d ever have the courage to attend another show.

Razzle sensed her hesitation and smiled.

“Hey, before you go… I wouldn’t mind holding your hand – I guess.” Razzle said in a softer, more shy and sincere tone.

“What?” Y/N blinked in surprise, her heart racing.

“Just for a moment? Please?” He held his hand out to her, he was smiling more shyly now. 

Y/N hesitated for a moment before she reached out and took Razzle’s hand. His grip was reassuring and she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

The room around them faded into the background, leaving them standing in a bubble, mesmerised by each other.

“Not so bad, eh?” Razzle gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Not so bad.” Y/N confirmed.

The moment ended way too soon and Y/N reluctantly let go of his hand. Razzle gave her a quick hug and promised to look out for her at future shows.

As she left, Y/N felt a warmth inside her that hadn’t been there before. Razzle’s sunny personality had pierced a hole in her cloudy personality and Y/N found herself excited to see the drummer again.

A few weeks passed by slowly and Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about that night. Every time she heard a Hanoi Rocks song on the radio, she felt a sharp twinge of longing. Y/N never got caught up on a guy, ever. But Razzle had changed something inside of her.

One day, Ruth came over, squealing in excitement. Hanoi Rocks were back in town. This time, Y/N didn’t hesitate to attend. She even found herself marking off the days leading up to the gig on her calendar in excitement.

At last, the night of the concert arrived, Y/N and Ruth arrived early to ensure they got a spot at the front, right by the stage. When Hanoi Rocks finally appeared on the stage, Razzle’s smile lit up the whole venue and Y/N felt a weird surge of happiness.

Throughout the gig, Y/N kept catching Razzle’s  eye, causing him to grin wider. When the show ended, Y/N let Ruth drag her backstage again, her heart was pounding.

“You came back!” Razzle spotted Y/N almost immediately, his smile wider than ever.

“Of course I did.” Y/N smiled back at the drummer.

“I’m glad you came back, I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.” He moved closer to her, his eyes sparkled with joy.

“R…really?” Y/N asked, blushing slightly.

“Really.” Razzle said. “I was hoping we could hang out some more. Get to know each other better.”

“I’d like that.” Y/N said softly, it felt as if her heart might explode at any given moment.

“How about we go for a walk?” He grinned. “I wouldn’t mind holding your hand. Again.”

Y/N laughed and held out her hand for him to take. “I’d like that.”

They left the venue hand in hand, chattering away. Razzle’s sunshine became a part of Y/N as he kissed her cheek on the walk home to her apartment.

In that moment, Y/N had never been so grateful for Ruth forcing her to go out.

She had Razzle now, and that’s all that mattered.