#andy sixx fic

[xmads-omensx]

WE DON'T BELONG MASTERPOST

Andy Biersack x Fem. OC (Rebecca / Becca / Becky / Bex) 18+ MDNI General Content Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, smut (Each chapter will have specific content warnings) Massage or comment if you would like to be added to the taglist Andy and Becca met at Warper Tour in 2011, following an incident between her and another band member on the tour. Sparks fly between the pair instantly as they both try to navigate their path to their dreams of making it big in the music industry. They are attached at the hip constantly as they experience the thrill of young love. But when Warped Tour inevitably ends, will the two keep their spark alight, will the flame rekindle, or will it flicker out into nothingness and be lost forever?

Arachnophobia - The Magpies first album

TEMPORARILY ON HOLD

Chapter 1

[elektramustdie]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

warnings - unprotected sex ( dont be silly wrap that willy)

The air was cold; your nose turned pink and lips slightly chapped due to the lack of warmth from being out of the covers. But oh, the rest of your body was warm and toasty. From the chin down you were snuggled deep in your duvet, dressed in a pair of underwear only but utterly comfortable because of the sheer body heat he was emitting. You were completely engulfed in him. He was basically lying on top of you, your head resting on his arm and his bare chest pressed to your back with his other arm wrapped snuggly around you. Your legs were intertwined, and his face was buried in your neck, his hot breath comforting against your skin. He was still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm against your back.

Andy had the same issue with clothing in bed as you did. Neither of you could stand more than one layer on your skin when you were sleeping. For Andy his layer was usually a pair of boxers and that was it, but most nights he was completely nude; for you it was a t shirt or a pair of underwear and nothing else. Last night was one of those nights where Andy couldn t bear a single item of clothing on his body. He just craved the feeling of skin-to-skin in a completely non-sexual comforting way, and with your bodies pressed together all night and the layers of blankets covering you, the cold wasn't an issue and he slept like a baby all night.

He was still sleeping soundly like a baby when you woke up. Your alarm had woken you up easily because you were expecting it to come, but since it was Andy's day off and his only real plan today was to have a good rest and head to the gym, he slept straight through it. He had this remarkable ability to be up at 4:30am most mornings if he had work, then completely sleep the day away if it was his day off.

You, unfortunately, had a virtual meeting at 9am that you had to attend so you had to wake up earlier than usual for the workday. Due to your hybrid schedule you worked from home three days a week and went into the office two. On the days you were from home, most of the office was as well so any essential meetings were pushed back to in-person or booked for the afternoon so everyone could relax a little in the morning.

You were lucky with your job in that way. If Andy happened to have the day off, you'd be able to spend the morning with him then start working, later in the day. Your time management had become near perfect due to working from home so much, so you were usually able to complete your work in fewer hours than the usual workday. And if you needed to work later into the night so you could spend more time with Andy, you'd do it in a heartbeat. Today was unfortunately not one of those days. You wished it was. God, you wished it was. The air outside of the safe cocoon of your bed was too cold, and Andy's arms were so nice and warm you never wanted to leave them. There was just something about being completely surrounded by the love of your life that couldn't compare to anything else, and you wanted to hang onto that feeling forever.

Trying not to wake up your lover, you very gently started to lift the layers of blanket off you so you could try and scoot closer to the edge of the bed and get up. But before you even got the chance of lifting it properly, Andy's arm tightened further around you and you were pulled even closer to him. You let out a little squeak and let go of the blanket, your hand covering Andy's.

"Don't" he groaned, his voice thick and heavy due to barely being awake. He nuzzled his face deeper into your neck, his lips pressing to the junction where your neck met your shoulder. You froze against him, not realising that he had woken up before he started moving.

"Andy, I need to get up. | have a meeting at 9" you sighed, trying not to relax back into his arms and attempting to lift his arm off your body. "No" he mumbled, his fingers digging into your body so you couldn't move his arm off even if you tried. "Andy." You warned, wiggling in his grip. "Come on"

“What time is it?" he ignored your protest and lifted his leg to curl over both of yours, pressing them down onto the bed so you were effectively pinned with nowhere to go.

"It's 8" you replied, eyes closing to try and hide your frustration. He was making this even harder and now you just wanted to melt and pull a sickie so you wouldn't have to do work at all. "Yeah… so you have at least half an ‘our with me. Just stay a bit longer, baby” he mumbled, kissing your skin before digging his forehead into the crook of your neck. The feeling of his lips against your skin had tingles running down your spine, but now definitely wasn’t the time for that.

"I can't, babe. | need to do washing and if| don't make coffee and breakfast, | will not survive the day" you replied, wiggling against him again. “Come on, Andy!"

"I'll do the washing. Now please baby. Stay with me little longer” he pleaded, whining as his hand started languidly stroking your lower belly. Between his mouth ghosting your neck and his fingers now tracing little patterns on your stomach, your clit was tingling, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. The knowledge that his cock was right there pressed against your ass made it even worse. 

“Fine… fine. 10 minutes and I'm putting a timer on" you compromised, reaching for your phone and putting a timer on. He didn't protest and kissed your neck again, smiling happily against your neck because he knew you could never resist him. And he was right, you gave in so easily you should've been ashamed of yourself. But this was Andy, and he was so damn adorable when he had just woken up you couldn't help but give in to his every demand.

Relaxing back into Andy's arms, you let your eyes closed and a light sleep drift over you. You weren't totally asleep, but you were in such a state of relaxation that the 10 minutes felt like two and you were internally screaming when the alarm went off way too soon.

You attempted to lift the covers again, knowing that Andy was awake due to his never-ending caressing on your lower belly. When your hand started lifting it up, Andy's hand clasped around your wrist, stopping you. "Andy" you warned, "I have to get up!"

"No, baby. Please. Just 10 more minutes" he pleaded, kissing your neck with more purpose this time. His mouth ghosted your skin as he pressed kisses in multiple places, his hand creeping lower along your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. It was at this moment that you felt the slow hardening of his cock, pressed right against your ass.

"Andy…" you sighed, back arching as his fingers dipped into your waistband and slid side to side. He was teasing you and showing you his intent all at the same time. With every touch and every kiss at your neck you were growing needier and needier; your pussy getting slicker and slicker. Morning sex with Andy was one of your favourite things in the entire world.

"10 minutes is all | need, lovie. Let me love on you he mumbled, unable to help himself from bending his elbow at your neck so he could grab your breast in a comforting squeeze. Your hands came up to grab his forearm as you started to press your ass back against his cock, showing him with your body that you wanted what he was offering you. When it came to Andy you just couldn't resist and ‘no’ just didn't exist in your vocabulary. Besides, 10 minutes wasn't going to hurt anyone, and you still had plenty of time before your meeting. “Fine, okay. Just… be quick" you panted, your body now feeling too hot after getting so riled up.

“love you so fucking much, y'know that. Love when it's just us like this" he sighed appreciatively, finally releasing your legs from their confides and drawing his own leg back before he hooked his hand under your knee and drew your leg back, so he had proper access to your pussy. Your underwear were pretty flimsy so he didn't feel the need to take them off, and with such limited time it felt like a waste when he could just push them to the side.

“Put me in, baby. Already so hard f'you" He tiled his hips back to give you room while squeezing your breast again, his fingers finding your nipple and casually stroking and tugging at it. The sting was dizzying, making your hand fumble as you nudged your underwear to the side and reached behind you and between your bodies to wrap around his cock. Andy let out a shuddered whimper in your ear at the feeling of your hand grabbing his cock. He was already so hard just like he said but you gave him a few tugs anyway and guided him to your pussy, his tip sliding between your folds then pressing to your entrance. As soon as he was in position, he nudged his hips forward and started sliding slowly into you.

You let out a choked moan at the feeling of his cock pushing past your entrance for the first time, the sensitive nerves in that area being stimulated all at once. He made sure to be gentle as your hand disappeared from his cock and grabbed onto his forearm again, knowing that you hadn't been prepped with any fingers beforehand. ‘Oh god, Andy…" you whimpered, head tilting back onto his shoulder. “1 know… | know baby. Feels so fucking good" he moaned back, right into your ear. He kept pressing inside you until he couldn't move any longer, then he paused to give you a moment to adjust to the ache his cock had caused.

"Move… please” you whispered, reaching back to grab onto his hip and dig your fingers there. Andy loved that, and the appreciative moan he let out when your nails dug into his toned hip showed it. You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, but it was quickly replaced with a gaped mouth as he started rocking into you gently.

After a few thrusts he was fully sheathed inside you and was able to thrust easier and smoother. He got in a steady rhythm quickly, slow languid thrusts but hard and firmly stimulating your g-spot. His hand pulling your leg back gave him the perfect access to you, your bodies rocking together with every thrust.

"Oh baby… feels so good" you whimpered, back arching against his. ‘Sweat was starting to collect on your bodies, even though everything so far had been done with little exertion. alert to everything the other person did. Maybe it was the early morning sensitivity your bodies had before truly being awake, or the cold air that made you so sensitive to each other's touch. Your breathing, little readjustments of fingers or grips, the way Andy's breathing had grown heavier and heavier in your ear. Every little movement was sending you wild. “Touch your clit baby, want you to cum" he mumbled, unable to reach your clit with how full his hands were. He decided to switch breasts at this moment, making sure the other was properly stimulated as well. The more he played with your nipples the puffier and redder they became, and his eyes became fixated on them and the way they bounced with every rocking movement.

Your hand reached down to connect to your clit and the moment you did you could just tell it wouldn't be long before you were orgasming. When you two had morning sex like this it barely lasted a full 10 minutes like Andy claimed it needed. It wasn't a matter of trying to last long or have long foreplay or multiple rounds, it was only about intimacy and love and something quick and special to start your day off well. Andy had a theory about what your morning did to the rest of the day. He claimed that the way you started your day defined the rest of it. A morning well spent doing what you loved - whether that be yoga, a few pages of your favourite book, a catch up on your phone (his least favourite thing in the world), or morning sex with the love of your life ~ produced a wonderful day compared to one where you slept through your alarm or woke up in a cold bed with your lover nowhere to be seen.

So today, today was going to be a wonderful day. "Andy" you whimpered, your fingers digging into his ass to draw him closer while you tilted your head in search for his lips. “Kiss… please”

“'m right here, angel. Right here" he soothed, adjusting his body so he was propped up on the elbow underneath your head and hovered slightly above you instead of directly behind you. With this new angle he was deeper and firmer against your g-spot and it had you gasping.

Your hand that was on his ass came up to cup his jaw, guiding his mouth down to connect with yours. The morning breath didn't matter, neither did the fact that your hair was a rat's nest and you both still had sleep in your eyes. It was just a kiss of utter love and desperation, your mouths pressed together only for a second before you had to break off to breathe. The room was filled with simple sounds; your heavy panting, the wet sound of Andy's cock sliding in and out of your pussy, his balls slapping against your ass. You were so close to coming you could barely think, and your body was growing hotter and tensing up in preparation for it. Andy was getting closer to, his thrusts growing sloppier and his abs contorting and aching.

"Gonna cum baby, you nearly there?" he asked, kissing you gently even though he already knew the answer. He knew the feeling of your impending orgasm around his cock like the back of his hand and he also knew every other visible sign your body gave when you were nearly there. Still, he liked to hear it. He loved to hear that he was the one to make you come, that you were getting close for him and him only. "Yes… so close.. So so close" you sighed, cradling his jaw so he wouldn't part any further than the millimetre distance between your mouths. "Just keep going, don't stop baby" you rubbed your fingers harder against your clit, feeling that tingly sensation that arrived right before you came.

"Won't stop, don't worry" he assured you, kissing you again and sliding his hand further up your thigh so he could dig his fingers right into the sensitive meaty part. That usually did it and tonight was no different. You were already so on edge that the dig of his nails into your inner thigh was all it took for your body to seize and those delicious waves of pleasure to roll through you.

With a whimper of Andy's name, you pressed your mouth to his once again, his hips stuttering as he came hard into you. His hand dropping your leg to cup your face in return, moaning into your mouth and holding you so close to him. You both carried out your highs just like this, panting and whimpering into each other's mouths and refusing to unglue your bodies from each other.

“What time is it?" Andy breathed, caressing his fingers along your cheek. He still hadn't slid out of you yet, neither of you wanting to move a muscle. You reached behind you and grabbed your phone to show him the time: 8:19am. He smirked and slid his hand down from your face to. cup just underneath your jaw. "Did it in only 9 minutes and now we still have 11 until you absolutely must be up for work" he raised a brow suggestively. You knew what he was suggesting; that mischievous glint in his eyes now that he was wide awake and at his full annoying self. After giving you a cream pie, Andy loved to jump straight in the shower with you and wash you clean, which usually ended with his fingers fucking his cum back into you and making you orgasm again. Or, a round two where he used his cum as lube to fuck another load into you. It was soft and full of heated kisses, something that took a lot longer than 11 minutes. “Andy, we can't" you gave him a look that meant ‘don't argue’ but he completely ignored it anyway. "Come on, just a quick shower. 10 minutes tops" he bit his lip to hide a cheeky grin, his fingers caressing down your neck and making you dangerously close to screaming.

“Fine, but we get in and get out. Understand? No funny business" you

warned, waving your finger in his face. He laughed and caught your hand, pressing kisses to your fingertips. “That, I can do" That, he cannot do. His '10 minutes tops' turned into 20 minutes when he decided to get on his knees and lick you clean instead of washing you clean. Still… you wouldn't have traded your 40-minute wakeup call for anything. 









 





[ashtons-lemon-tree]

We are the Fallen Angels

another old bandom fic i wrote like eons ago (back in 2020)

Inspired by this pic

. . .

You’d always seen him as an angel, not the type from the old testament with the six wings and thousands of eyes. He told you he was in league with Luci the 1st time you met. He was trying to scare you away, not wanting anything to do with humans as he shared Lucifer’s opinions of said creature. But somehow, you’d wormed your way through his heart thus being the only human Andy could tolerate. 

Today somehow felt different, as if something royalty wrong was going to occur. You’d gotten this inkling when Andy hadn’t shown up to the local diners for coffee. Granted, you were running late and while that did annoy the fallen angel, it wouldn’t cause him to blow you off completely. All he’d do was tease you about how ‘God’s perfect creation couldn’t be punctual even with the invention of a watch’.  Plus he loved that diner because it had the ol’ timey vibe without being judged for his tattoos or his disheveled appearance.

You unfortunately had work at a music store and were unable to go search for the supernatural man. But you swore you would once work ended. As much as Andy annoyed you with his constant sarcasm, you couldn’t help but admit that you like having him in your life. Having waited for the man when you'd already short on time made it to where you knew your boss would have a hissy fit. 

Your inkling had been right. It had started storming on your way home drenching you to the bone. You never liked walking home. Andy usually would walk with you, making you feel safer when having to pass through an alleyway. All hope of finding Andy had dissipated, making you feel lonelier than you had been in a while. That was until you heard crying from behind the dumpster. Figuring it was someone homeless, you could at least give them a morsel of food. You didn't expect to see Andy, crouching with his wings visible, in a upright position. He had come to hate them as they marked as unnatural. He didn't have his usual leather jacket that he'd use to hide said wings by folding them around himself. He was staring pensively at something that you couldn't. 'Andy?' 

You knew he also hated being called Andrew but he wasn't responding to the few attempts to gain his attention. '-Andrew?'

That got it real quick, a eyebrow raised at your concerned expression. 'What?' His inability to see why he had worried you making your angry. 'You! I get that you have your own life & abilities but what the hell? I'm worried almost day not knowing where'd you been. You didn't show up for coffee like we planned even though it's your favorite diner and I hate the coffee there. But sure, ask what.' The outburst sobering him as he hadn't known that you cared that much for him. He'd also didn't know that his like of the diner was so apparent. Walking up to you, he opened his wings to hug you. 

Stepping back, he held one above your head. 'Let me get you home then, I'll explain on the way.' pointing his head in the direction of where he'd just been crouching not long ago. 'Before I met you but after I'd been outcasted from above with my dear brother Luci, some angels were given the task of 'extracting' us'

'Does that mean-?'

'Yes y/n. They had been given the task of killing us that had went against him. Luci had only gotten to me years after I'd settled in and made my home on Earth. Thus I didn't go with him and didn't have the protection of hell that the others did. Today's the anniversary of the day I killed my sibling. I always mean to bring flowers but then again we both knew what we were fighting for.'

Once making sure you got home, Andy went to his humble abode that was down the street from yours. Whispering over his shoulder as he shut the door, 'night y/n'

[louscartridge]

bands/musicians

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform.

i try to make every fic of mine so everyone can read then despite their gender, race, and sexuality unless stated otherwise.

tw i will be writing about triggering topics such as eds, sh, and just angst in genral as they are rly big comfort fics for some people. these fics will be marked with ♡

smut will always be afab and will have its own separate masterlist.

tokio hotel

griffin taylor 

simon crahan

nicholas matthews 

max green

motionless in white

ronnie radke

andy black/sixx

vic fuentes

my chemical romance

Jamie bower

waterparks

icon for hire

palaye royale

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Heart of Fire - An Andy Black/Original character one shot story.

Ask and ye shall receive! I started writing this back in October last year, so it’s nice to finally get it finished, lol! Writer’s block is a bitch! Usual disclaimer applies.

You know the kind of sex you sometimes get lucky enough to have, the type that makes you feel wrecked and sore for the next couple of days? Yeah, you know. You ache all over from all the muscle clenching, orgasm after orgasm rendering your body in the kind of state a good gym workout leaves it in, you feel like you’ve taken a pile driver vaginally, you’re more tired than you can ever remember being and sitting down is a major issue. That’s the kind of sex I love.

It’s the kind I’ve come to miss since my new neighbour and casual lover went away on tour too. I barely know the guy, the young musician that moved in across the way into the apartment once owned by an uptight banker. I know he’s called Andy and he’s in a band called Black Veil Brides, I know he’s away right now promoting his solo album, I know he’s much younger than me at only twenty six, and that’s about it.

As a forty three year old divorcee, I’m not looking for anything special at the moment. I just want to have uncomplicated fun and prior to him leaving for tour, I had that with Andy for a few days. He had a week between the tour commencing and him moving into his new place. Suffice to say after we met, he didn’t unpack many boxes. He was too busy giving me heart stopping, earth shattering, voice losing sex. Yep, I lost my voice. The guy made me scream so much I couldn’t talk.

My girlfriends think I’m being stupid, sleeping with a guy seventeen years younger than I, but that’s because they’re the kind of women who can’t differentiate between sex and emotional investment. They sit there and look at me with their all-knowing eyes, thinking I’m going to get all wrapped up in him and have my heart broken because of what I am, a woman approaching middle age with no husband at her side.

I suppose it isn’t their fault since they’ve only known me as a married woman. When my ex got a job as head of the cardiothoracic unit at a hospital up here in California, we moved from our native Texas twelve years ago, so the friends who knew me prior to my marriage I sadly no longer see too often. Before Nick, I was a free spirit. I was the last person you’d have pegged for marriage and settling down.

Sadly though, the nice, settled life of a surgeon’s wife was shattered by the fact I couldn’t give him children. Not even IVF worked and unlike me, he didn’t want to adopt. I might still do that, take in a poor little waif and do the single mom thing, I don’t know. I’m enjoying my freedom right now. When he arrives back from touring, I’ll also be enjoying the attentions of Andy as well.

He’s about as far from my usual type as you could get, his height about the only thing I usually go for. I like ‘em tall and built, usually blonde with some sort of facial hair also and fairly clean cut looking. Then there’s Andy, whippet thin (save a little muscle here and there) with dark hair, a clean shaven face and lots of tattoos. He does it for me though, oh believe me he does.

Despite him being so different to what I usually find attractive in a man, I only have to imagine his face and my stomach flips pleasantly. In fact, whenever I imagine him I feel alight all over, remembering the way he feels against me, his touch, his scent and that deep, rumbling, sexy voice of his. Lord, he needs to hurry up and get home.

 My long wait is over when one night I arrive back from work to hear music playing from his apartment, letting myself into mine and deciding to eat dinner and relax in the bath for a little while before heading over to see him. As luck would have it though, as soon as I’m done drying my hair, applying a little makeup and putting on a very sexy set of black satin underwear, there’s a knock at my door. Risking the humiliation of it being anyone other than Andy I answer it wearing only that sexy underwear too.

“Been expecting me, hmm?” He asks, blue eyes travelling all over me before they land back on mine. That stare…so intense.

“No, I answer the door to everyone like this,” I joke, making him laugh.

“In that case, the UPS guy must always leave here with one hell of a boner,” he comments, raising an eyebrow at me. God, he’s devastating.

“Not half as big as the one I’m anticipating giving you.” Grabbing him by his belt I pull him inside, shutting the door as our mouths connect in a passionate, wanting kiss, Andy picking me up and pressing me into the back of the door. Mmmmm, just that right there, feeling his body crushed to mine again. It sends my pulse into overdrive.

We spend a few moments against the door before he carries me to my bedroom, placing me down on the bed and removing his shirt hurriedly, positioning himself between my legs as our kisses resume. My hands glide down his back, relishing in the feeling of his soft skin as he strokes my freshly shampooed hair, his lips laying a path of kisses down my neck and onto my chest.

It’s a sensual position to be in, under his weight upon me, but I’d rather be the one devouring him right now. I go about such by turning him over, running my tongue up his chest and biting onto the eagle pendant he wears, giving it a little tug before I kiss him once more.

“Oh no, no, no,” he states, flipping me over again and pinning me down as I laugh, fighting against him. “Just give in!” he advises me, words I’m not going to listen to. I manage to get free of his grip and turn him again, finding him to be stronger than he looks but then again, so am I.

“I bench pressed a hundred and seventy five pounds at the gym the other day. Don’t mess with me! That’s probably what you weigh roughly so no, there’ll be no pinning me down, mister,” I gloat, tickling his nipple with my tongue.

“Okay, fine! I’m content to be pinned, oh strong and powerful one.” I have a feeling his submission is less to do with my strength and more him just letting me have my moment, but either way I’m going to enjoy it. I’ve craved this, to have him under me, to run my tongue all over his tattooed chest, to bite and suck his nipples, to feel his hands wandering over me as I do it too.

I attend to him with fervour, the feeling of my craving being met filling me with a sense of satisfaction like no other as I unbuckle his black pants, undressing him at speed. I need what I can feel tenting the soft fabric, I need that amazing, perfect dick I’m about to release. Ahhhh, there it is. Long, pink, beautiful. Penises aren’t the most attractive things in the world despite how good they feel, but his? It really is a fucking masterpiece.

“Mmmm, fuck I missed that,” he groans when I slowly run the very tip of my tongue from the base to tip of his erection.

“Like you didn’t get blown on tour, Mr rock star,” I snort, grinning at him.

“I’ve never been one for groupies,” he comments candidly, surprising me. He must get so much tail, being a musician, especially one who looks the way he does. “Could your eyebrows be any higher right now, Dinah?” he then remarks, laughing.

“Not a typical musician then?” I ask, watching him shake his head.

“I’m fussy. Besides, I was saving myself for the hot brunette who makes me shake when she gives me head,” he tells me as I kiss my way back up his chest.

“Yeah right,” I scoff, kissing him.

“It’s true, now you’ve pinned me down for a reason, get to that reason before I explode with anticipation!” he pleads, laughing again.

I give him a sultry smile before kissing my way back down his glorious, toned body, taking that pink perfection in my hand and giving it a few strokes before sliding my mouth over the head. He hisses in pleasure, groaning faintly as my lips tighten around his hardness, sinking as far down as I can physically take him.

I feel him tickling my throat, a little trickle of pre cum coating the back of my tongue as my mouth glides back up again, circling the head with my tongue and moaning around the solid mass occupying my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He whispers, his long and delicate fingers tangling in my curls as he gently holds my head, pushing my hair away from my face so it doesn’t impede his view of my mouth bobbing up and down on him. The feel and taste of him, I missed it as well, missed the way his body reacts to the most sensitive part of it being at the mercy of my eager mouth.

Trust me too, I am eager, eager to turn him on within an inch of his senses, get his arousal fully revved up and make him so excited he can barely wait to be inside of me. As I suck on him, I see the signs of him losing control all begin to manifest quickly (which is standard if he truly has been without a hot mouth to gratify him) his cock getting harder as my mouth sinks up and down on it, his chest beginning to glisten with sweat as it heaves up and down, and his moans becoming more frequent as his body begins to tremble.

Getting his hardness really wet with my mouth, I then switch to my hand as I run my tongue over his hip creases, looking up at him and feeling my stomach flip at the way he looks back at me. Wow, such an intense, wanton stare. I love how desired I feel by this beautiful man. There’s something about those magnetic, bright blue eyes. They send me out of my mind with how fucking attracted I am to him.

Returning my mouth to his manhood, I keep my hand there for extra shaft stimulating purposes, sliding it up and down while my mouth closes around the head, sucking on him and groaning, those vibrations pushing him ever nearer to his release.

“Come on, that’s it. You know you want to fill my mouth with your cum.” I tell him as he pants, his chest heaving as he groans and grasps handfuls of my hair, one last sharp intake of breath before his breathing stills and signals his orgasm, a low moan leaving his mouth as his dick floods my throat with hot cum.

“For that, well…you’re in trouble,” he tells me, once he’s caught his breath again.

“Trouble you know damn well I can handle,” I reply, taking a sip from the ever present bottle of water I keep by the side of my bed.

“I’m in no doubt of that.” Eyeing me carnivorously, he crawls up the bed to where I’m sitting, unclipping my bra and pushing me back to suck at my tits. He pulls my legs out from underneath me gently, moving me so I’m rested on all fours before removing my underwear, sprinkling a tingly line of kisses all the way down my spine.

Once he reaches my butt he gives each cheek a little nibble while stroking them, before I feel his hands pushing my legs further apart and then…mmmmm, oh yeah. He just introduced his tongue to my slit. Fuck, this feels good. Mind you, does anything other than a hot, wet tongue dragging across the most nerve laden area of your body feel as sumptuous? Nope.

As if that wasn’t amazing enough, he starts to tongue fuck me deeply, alternating between this and stimulating my clit with the tip of his tongue, running it back and forth between there and my opening to dip inside me again and again. Oh…goddamn him!

He has me quivering with desire as he eats me rapaciously, tongue now circling my clit firmly and his hot breaths blasting against me while I grip the sheets and whimper. My ex-husband never, ever attended to me this thoroughly, not ever. I mean he went down on me, but Andy? He doesn’t do it just because he feels obliged, he does it because having a mouthful of pussy really, really turns him on.

Also something I’ve noted about guys of his age range, they’re much more willing to explore, well…the ass. Okay, I know I sound old and prude, but it wasn’t anything I’d experienced with my ex, nor any man who (pardon the pun) came before him.

The first time Andy quite literally licked my butt though, oh my lord. I didn’t think something could feel that good! There’s definitely a lot of nerve endings back there that feel ignited beyond measure when a tongue begins to stimulate them, then there’s what a dick or anything else feels like in there. Woah.

Yeah, Andy took my anal cherry. He did it masterfully as well as I can imagine anal is something that does have the capacity to really hurt if not done properly, but he was incredible. It’s a place he’s paying attention to right now, indulging me with long licks from my clit to my puckered little starfish.

He then moves over to the side of my bed and partially hangs off it, pulling out my white ornate hinged box from beneath and opening the lid. “Choose which one you want to go up your ass.” He tells me, motioning to the collection of sex toys I have stored within.

Oh, he’s so dirty! I love it when he’s like this, up for experimentation and toy play. I hate to compare and mention him again, but my ex would never in a million years be this adventurous. “Wow, you’re brave. That one’s bigger than me!” he then adds when I choose a large, smooth purple vibrator.

“Which is why I’m also passing this to you as well.” I tell him, handing over a bottle of lube as he laughs. He pumps a few squirts into his hand, covering the vibrator in it before lying beneath me, using his elbows against my knees to widen my legs and thus bring my body down closer to his face.

“Ooooh, hello again, tongue of god.” I compliment him with when I feel him starting to lick my clit once more, lapping at me so expertly I never want him to stop. Much to my delight he doesn’t, those eager licks intensifying as he uses more pressure to circle my little bud, hardened to his touch, my pussy getting wetter and wetter for him.

Feeling him then press the vibrator against my ass, I relax as best I can as he slowly begins to push it within me. He stops, thrusting the head of it shallowly, opening me up to the stretch before going a little further and repeating that action. Soon enough he’s working it almost fully into me, the pleasure it causes really beginning to mount when he actually switches it on.

“Mmmmmm, oh that’s so fucking good!” I gasp, groaning thereafter as my body tingles with arousal. On and on, he licks and sucks at my clit while working the buzzing toy in and out of my ass, the vibrations radiating throughout my entire groin. He has me aching to feel him penetrate me, out of my mind with want for his cock.

“You have such a sweet, pretty little pussy, baby,” he compliments me, before shoving his tongue inside of it. At my age, I’m ma’am or madam now for the most part, but with Andy I’m baby, and I like that very much. I never feel forty three when I’m with him. I feel young (not that forty three is old!) desired and on fire, to be the subject of the sexual attentions of a musician desired by so many.

“Yeah, one that’s hungry for your cock,” I reply, reaching back to stroke his hair. Looking back between my legs I see the intensely erotic sight of him working his cock hard. I really get off on that, watching a man pleasing himself.

“Well yes, my tongue is finding that out right now. Fuck, you’re so wet.” He continues to pleasure me with toy and tongue for a few more minutes before he switches it off and throws it down on the floor, turning me over and leaning down to kiss me while guiding himself inside me. He pushes and with one fluid movement we’re joined, both emitting a shuddered breath as our kiss breaks, Andy resting his weight on his elbows as he starts to thrust into me steadily.

His mouth moves to my neck, one of his hands running through my hair as he groans deeply, telling me in that sexy, deep, gravelly voice that I’m gorgeous and I feel amazing, his chest grazing against my nipples as my hands travel up and down his back. Mmmm, delicious.

People often like to dismiss the missionary position as boring, but I don’t necessarily think that it is. It allows for deep enough penetration, your whole body is pressed against that of your lover, and you get to look at them while you’re having sex. What isn’t sexy about that?

We gasp and groan, enjoying the feel of one another as the pace begins to quicken, Andy changing the position a little and resting his weight on his hands, while I feed my legs up to rest my ankles on his shoulders. He turns his head and kisses the side of my leg a few times, staring intently as he fucks me, those blue eyes glittering all the while. God, he’s so hot.

His gorgeous cock fills me to the hilt again and again, covered in a layer of my milky arousal that coats my fingers as I stroke it, rubbing my clit for a while as I pant before feeding him my fingers, watching him sucking on them as he groans.

Moving into a kneeling position he pulls my body up so my ass is rested on his thighs, quickening the pace a little as he uses his thumb to stimulate my clit, stroking it from side to side as I grasp my tits and cry out. My cries propel him into going faster, fucking me voraciously as our mutual exclamations of desire fill my bedroom.

Not content to stay in this position, he turns me onto my side and hooks his arm under my leg, holding it up and slipping his cock back inside me after lying down behind me, one hand running through my hair and tugging on it while he licks and sucks at the side of my neck.

He virtually growls into my ear as he thrusts with complete disengaged abandon, his nails digging into my thigh as I feel his teeth at my neck. Yeah, this’ll hurt tomorrow, but it’s a worthy trade for feeling the kind of pleasure I am right now from such hedonistic sex.

My shoulder is the focus of his teeth as he continues to pound my pussy without pause, biting onto my skin and not letting go. Reaching between my legs I begin to stroke my fingertips across my hardened clit, my hand becoming a blur as I feel myself reaching the point of no return, my inner muscles contracting around him as I let out a series of shrill cries, our joint efforts making me cum hard and long. Wow…just…wow.

Not losing the tangency between us and barely giving me time to recover, he pulls me up to my knees, kneeling behind me and thrusting into me savagely while guiding me down to meet each of his upward movements, hands locked at my waist.

Feeling his tongue slide up my neck as his hands leave my sides, his fingers begin to stroke the other side, moving across my face and into my hair once more. He pulls my head sharply to the side, kissing a line from behind my ear to my shoulder, groaning deeply with desire the whole time. God damnit, this is sex, right here in this bed.

I can’t catch my breath, my body is quivering all over and I can feel another orgasm beginning to build when he moves his hand between my legs and starts to rub my clit. He does so slower but firmer than I did, kissing my neck as his other hand grasps my breast. My second orgasm hits me suddenly and hard, an engulfing, white hot heat spreading through me as I turn my head and kiss him, moaning as our tongues entwine.

Once again I am given little time to recover, Andy pushing me down so I’m lying flat on the bed, lifting my legs up and beginning to fuck me wildly, chasing his own release as he goes harder…and harder…and oh my poor vagina, RIP…and harder. It hurts but make no mistake, the pleasure makes up for the pain of his cock battering against my cervix.

With one hand pressed flat into my back and the other gripping my shoulder, his moans become more frequent, the sound of his hips smacking against my ass filling the room as everything becomes frenzied and urgent, Andy coming and taking me with him as my inner muscles grip his rapidly thrusting cock. It’s all furious and fiery, strong pleasure consuming us both until everything slows, our releases ebbing away again as we fight to breathe.

“Let me rest and I promise, I’ll do that to you all over again, you ridiculously sexy woman.” Three orgasms and the promise of more from my gorgeous young lover? I’ll take that for a winning Friday night.

[theghostofohio]

Abstemius.

hello! this is my own writing, a one shot hurt/comfort piece :))

Andy Biersack x Reader.

Word count: 1166.

CW: alcohol, relapse.

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Abstemius (plural abstemii): one who cannot take wine without risk of vomiting.

The familiar weight of the front door swinging open did not welcome you home.

Instead, it felt like the weight of a thousand stones crushing your soul as you pushed it.

“Andy?” You called out softly into the darkness, the sound absorbing into the carpet.

Silence.

You were worried that would be the case, after having just damn near destroyed your relationship earlier. Sure, he was a much nicer guy after being clean for two years so far, but today, the castle made of glass was being forced to shatter. You had fought, voices piercing through the walls, over a two year ceremony for sobriety.

“I’m not going to the damned thing!” You remember him yelling, eyes and voice ablaze.

“Why not? You’ve earned it! It's the least you can do for your family!” You had shouted back.

“You don’t even know the least I can do!”

You shake your head to dismiss the thought, sighing into the encompassing darkness of your living room. It doesn’t matter now. It's not like he’s even around.

The carpet is soft under the soles of your soon bare feet, having shrugged off your shoes by the door. You step wordlessly through the room and set your keys against the counter. They clink softly against the cool granite top.

A strand of loose hair falls into your face, coated in sweat and grease. It’s now you realize that you should probably take a shower. Wash off your long, stress filled walk through the city; the day’s regrets, whatever. Anything to feel slightly whole again, right?

You purse your lips as you pull a towel from the closet. The fluffy solace of the fabric may be the night's pajamas, you decide while pushing open the bathroom door. In darkness, your hand instinctively reaches out to flip on the light switch.

Your heart stops.

Before you lay your boyfriend, long limbs haphazardly hanging out of the bathtub. Clutched in his right hand is a bottle of cabernet perilously dangled over the bathroom tile.

Time seems to still, your head becoming a swarm of thoughts as you try to piece together the situation.

“Andy!” You shout, lunging forwards to meet him.

“Hn,” Andy groans, barely opening his eyes to see who the intruder is.

“Why did you do this?” You question immediately, hands wrapping around the bottle. The next thing you were unprepared for is his influenced strength; the vessel slipping from between you. It shatters loudly on the tile floor, the last of the wine spilling out. The glass shards litter around the bathroom now, catching glimmers of light and reflecting them off its dark surface.

Andy groans, throwing his head back against the shower wall. From this angle, the perfect outline of his Adam’s apple is prominent, situated just above a throat tattoo.

“Why’d you take away my drink?” He slurs, glossy eyes looking up to the ceiling.

“Because, you’re supposed to be sober!” You nearly yell again, reigniting your fight from earlier.

“And you’re supposed to love me.”

Tears prick at your waterline from the comment. You stare at him, bottom lip turning downwards.

“I do love you, please…” your plea trails off as your heart breaks more by the second.

“Then why do you want me to do things that I don’t want to do?” His deep voice is gruff with alcohol, words blending together.

“Because you’ve earned it! You deserve it!” Your voice finally cracks, composure escaping you. The tears in your eyes threaten to fall.

“I shouldn’t feel the need to celebrate what is expected of me as a person, and you know that.”

“No, no, no,” you repeat, reaching out to touch him. Your fingertips connect with his shoulder, and he jerks, trying to pull away from you.

“Listen,” Andy drunkenly continues, body contorting further in the small confines of your bathtub. “You either accept me as I am, or you leave.”

“Wait, you don’t understand-”

“Understand what!” He yells in response, cutting you off mid sentence.

The tears fall freely down your cheeks. “I do accept you, I always have! I always will!” You cry back at him, your arms wrapping around yourself. “I never meant to try to change anything about you. Why would I? I love you.” Your voice is merely a whisper at this point, and you’re not sure if he can even hear you. Part of you hopes he can’t.

“What?” He speaks, voice coated with a new tone of confusion. Silence creeps into the small room as he processes.

“Yes,” you break it. “I fell in love with you for who you are, as you are. I never want that to change, okay?” You sniffle, turning your head down to hide your tear stained cheeks.

Andy hiccups. “I’m sorry, wait,” he says softly, compensating for the day’s screaming match. His hand reaches out for you, to which you flinch. “Please,” he croons, “come here.”

“No, you’re drunk.” You try to scoot away, hardly making progress with your blurry sight. The coolness of the floor sinks into your legs, stilling you even more into this moment.

“I need you, please.” He tries once again, arms knocking against the tub walls as he turns to face you.

You pause.

“Please, we can talk about this tomorrow, when I’m sober.” The juxtaposition of him saying ‘sober’ in his intoxicated voice is crudely humorous, but nevertheless, you do not allow yourself to crack a smile. Instead, you turn back to face him.

“You need me?” You repeat his words verbatim, voice squeaking through the syllables.

Andy takes a moment to furrow his brows, eyes briefly closing while he thinks. “I need you as much as you don’t want me to change. Does that answer your question?” The corners of his lips start to turn up into a slight smile, that smile, and for a brief moment, your puppy-like boyfriend is back.

You wordlessly turn over to your hands and knees, closing the distance from your previous position to the edge of the tub. Then, carefully avoiding the broken glass, you push yourself up, tattooed hands helping you safely over the tub wall. You settle softly between his legs, laying your head to his chest. His arms wrap around you, encapsulating you in his warmth. Between breaths, you can make out the rhythm of his heartbeat, steadily humming in the sanctuary of his ribs.

“I’m sorry.” He breaks the silence, inebriated breath brushing against your skin. “The thought of losing you was enough to make me drink again.”

“You’re never going to lose me, okay?” You look up to him, your eyes meeting blue ones as they peer down. For a moment, you can make out the true concern written across his features. You lay your head back down. “I’m not going anywhere. Sober up and we will discuss this in the morning.” You yawn.

“Promise?” He whispers down to you.

“Promise.”

Andy gives the top of your head a kiss before leaning back against the wall.

[la-undercover-latina]

A Mötley Thanksgiving

Summary: Amber forgot to mention the other people feasting with them on Thanksgiving being hosted at the Sixx household. Can Andy survive meeting the rest of Mötley Crüe?

TW: None. Just some cussing. (This is a Mötley Crüe fic. Wtf did you expect? 🤣🤣)

A/N: Skylar didn’t die in this universe, so she’s in this.

Thanksgiving was always a busy time. Amber Lee was always trying to juggle spending time with both sides of her family during the holidays, and this year was worse.

This year, her and Ella’s band was releasing a record in a few weeks, just in time for Christmas. So she was having to juggle everything on top of press for the new record.

“Taylor mentioned that she was going to do Thanksgiving at their house this year. So you don’t have to worry about cooking kitten,” Andy told her once he convinced her to come to the bed. With Andy living closer to her studio, she’d been spending more and more time at his home.

“That sounds amazing. Plus that means it’s going to be a Southern style Thanksgiving,” Amber was salivating just at the thought of Southern Style Thanksgiving.

“So no Snicker Salad?” He joked and Amber raised an eyebrow.

“What the hell is Snicker Salad?” Amber asked, picturing Snickers between lettuce and croutons.

“You’ve never had it? It’s a Midwest thing. It’s not a salad,” Andy laughed.

“Then why is it called a Snicker Salad?” She asked, confused.

“It’s Snickers, cool whip, pudding, and either bananas or apples,”

“Babe, that sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen,” Amber laughed.

“Yeah, but it’s delicious,” Andy told her.

“But regardless, you need to have a day to relax, stuff your face, and not worry about anything,” He rubbed her lower back, gazing into her dark eyes.

“Thanks babe,” Amber pressed a kiss to his lips, her tongue gently moving across his bottom lip, which he let in.

-

Thanksgiving came around and Amber and Andy made their way to Nikki and Tayor’s. When they pulled up to the large house, something that she should’ve mentioned hit her right smack in the face.

“Hey babe. Remember how we only had you officially meet half of Motley? Well, it looks like you’re about to meet the other half of the band. Uncle Mick and Uncle Vinny’s cars are parked in the driveway.” She told him, feeling like an idiot for not telling him beforehand.

“I’m sorry, what?” Andy choked out. The color draining from his ivory cheeks.

“Yeah. Just breath. Uncle Mick is a hard shell to crack, but if he likes you, you’ll know,”

“How will I know?” Andy asked while they got out of the car, taking the wine that Amber picked up before they left.

“You’ll know babe. Uncle Vinny is going to be sassy, but he’s better than when he was younger. They all chilled out since they were younger,” Amber told him while they walked towards the house. Amber saw Skylar, Vince’s oldest daughter, walk outside.

“Hey Amber,” She ran towards the other woman.

“Hey Sky! Skylar, this is my boyfriend Andy. Andy, this is my cousin Skylar Neil,” Amber introduced and Skylar gave him a big smile.

“Nice to meet you Andy. They’re all inside. I’m just waiting for my own boyfriend,” She smiled.

“Ooh! Well we’ll see you inside. Does Aunt Taylor need any help?” She asked, and Skylar shook her head, her pin straight blonde hair just touching her shoulders.

“Nah, she kept shooing me and Ella out earlier,” Skylar told her.

“Alright Sky, just don’t wait out here too long,” Amber told her before she and Andy walked into the Sixx home that was all decorated and prepped for the Christmas decorations. All her aunt would have to do is take the pumpkins and replace them with candy canes and other Christmas decorations.

“Ah and so the oldest gremlin has arrived,” Mick said from his place on the couch. Amber jogged over towards him before he could try to stand up.

“Uncle Mick. Stay sitting down,” she scolded him before wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Has your back gotten any better?” She asked, concern in her dark eyes. She knew from an early age that the disease her uncle had wasn’t going to be cured, that he was stuck with this until he died. But that didn’t mean that Amber wanted him aggravating it and not managing his pain.

“Not really. But I’m glad to see you. It’s been a bit,” he gave her a gentle smile. He may not have always liked her dad, half of the time in the 80’s wanting to throw him into his drum kit, but he always had a soft spot for his oldest.

Whether it was because Amber was the oldest of the kids, when she threatened to bite anyone that came near him when his back was acting up when she was a child, or just from the days that he showed her how to play guitar.

“Uncle Mick, I have someone I want you to meet. Uncle Mick, this is my boyfriend Andy. Andy, this is my uncle Mick Mars,” Amber introduced the two and Andy came over to the sitting man, shaking his hand.

“It’s a huge honor to meet you,” Andy told him, a smile on his face.

“Bah! You’re dating my niece. But thanks,” he told him, a smirk on his lips.

“Stop hogging my oldest niece Mars,” Vince came out of the kitchen, seeing Amber talking with Mick.

“Uncle Vinny, hey!” Amber walked over towards him and pulled him into a hug.

“How was the vacation?” She asked. Vince had just gotten back from a vacation with his wife and kids a few days ago.

“Very much needed. Sky’s new boyfriend isn’t half bad,” he conceded.

“Well you’re about to meet another boyfriend,” Mick called from his seat.

“Uncle Vinny, I want you to meet my boyfriend Andy. Andy, babe,” Amber motioned over towards her and Vince. Andy had still been talking to Mick.

“Andy, this is my uncle Vince Neil,” she introduced again. At least now, all of her uncles were introduced. The rest of this Mötley family can get introduced at the table.

“Hey man. Nice tats,” Vince motioned to the Batman tattoo on Andy’s forearm.

“Thanks,” Andy gave a smile.

“So how did you two meet?” Vince asked, Mick looking back towards them to hear the answer.

“Our bands played at Warped Tour together,” Andy answered, and that was when Amber heard a holler from the kitchen.

“Nikki, go get my terror twins,” Taylor yelled.

“But I’m right here, and we’re waiting for Tommy to show up,” he teased.

“No, my girls. And grab Sky while you’re at it,” Taylor demanded and both Amber and Ella walked towards the kitchen. Andy shot a nervous look to Amber but she gave him a reassuring smile before sprinting over to give him a quick peck.

“You’ll be fine. You survived my dad and uncle Nikki. This will be fine. I gotta go help aunt Taylor before she ends up smacking my uncle,” Amber laughed before running to the kitchen.

Taylor was sat at the kitchen island, a glass of wine in her hands already and three more glasses already poured.

“Wine time already?” Skylar laughed as she walked in the kitchen.

“Wine time is anytime,” Taylor smiled.

“Now show me this boyfriend of yours,” Taylor asked, as the women walked towards the island and began to drink the wine.

“This is better than sex,” Amber moaned.

“Down girl,” Ella teased. When Skylar pulled up the picture that was taken of the two on vacation, she handed the phone to Taylor and gave a smirk.

“Damn,” Ella and Amber spoke at the same time.

“Now Skylar, if he hurts you. I don’t want you to put your hands on him,”

“Why the hell not?” Ella asked.

“Because, there’s something better. You cook him breakfast,”

“Mom, how many glasses have you had?” Ella teased, but Taylor waved her off.

“Hush. Now gather around my young grasshoppers. If a man ever hurts you. You make him a nice hot breakfast. Some grits and bacon will do. What you do is you get a nice big pot like this,” Taylor grabbed a pot sitting in the drying rack for a demo.

“And when it’s nice and boiling hot and he comes down and gets nice and comfortable, you throw the grits on him and then you smack him with the pan. It’s called gritball,” that got all three younger women bursting at the seams with laughter.

-

Meanwhile, Andy looked up to see Nikki walk out of the kitchen, shaking his head.

“The wife show you your balls?” Vince teased.

“No she showed me yours,” Nikki played along, before walking over to Andy.

“Come on Andy,” Nikki led him to the couch where Mick was sitting.

“What’s up fuckers?!” Tommy yelled.

“Yo fucker, we’re in the living room,” Nikki hollered back. Andy laughed at the guys. They still seemed like they were still a little crazy like in their youth.

Once Tommy came through the doors with Brittany, he gave her a kiss.

“Tommy come in here,” Vince called.

“Coming,” he called back and Brittany laughed.

“Go ahead babe. I have to catch up on work emails,” she told him and shooed him towards his brothers.

“Hey Andy,” Tommy clapped the younger man on the back.

“Tommy and I already drilled him for answers, and he’s got our blessing,” Nikki told the other men.

“Why you two?” Vince asked

“Are you her godfather?” Nikki responded.

“Or her father?” Tommy added.

“Well you seem like a good kid. Just know that Amber doesn’t put up with shit. She saw this dumbass with her mom and Pamela,” Mick told Andy, motioning to Tommy.

“I swear, I’m never going to treat her anything less than a Princess,” he vowed to the guys.

“One that drinks like a fish and swings like a prison inmate,” Vince laughed.

“Where do you think she learned it?” Nikki and Tommy said in unison, making the other guys laugh. Just like with meeting Nikki and Tommy, his anxiety started to melt away the longer he spent with them and saw they were just older guys that loved their families and picking on each other.

“Andy, you seem like a really good kid, but if you hurt her, you won’t like us then,” Vince threatened lowly before the women came out of the kitchen, all laughing at something from the kitchen. Ella’s face was still red from laughing.

“Don’t plan on it Vince,” Andy told him, his eyes locked on his girlfriend, jumping on Ella’s back before falling on her ass.

“O-ow,” Amber said between giggles.

“I-I wasn’t ready,” Ella doubled over with laughter as her cousin sat behind her.

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[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Upcoming Fics That I’m Working On:

If it has a line through it, it’s been completed!

Guns N Roses:

Axl Rose NSFW alphabet

Duff McKagan NSFW alphabet

Slash Hudson NSFW alphabet

Izzy Stradlin x Reader smut fic: He gets turned on when you eat a popsicle in front of him.

Older!Axl Rose x Reader smut fic: You’re his younger girlfriend, and the media is saying a lot of awful things that make Axl feel insecure, so you show him that you love him for who he is, no matter what the paparazzi wants to say about it.

Duff McKagan x Reader smut: size kink.

Slash Hudson x Reader(no smut): You and Slash are a laid back couple, and you accidentally forget about Valentine’s Day, so Axl plans a fancy double date for the two of you, and for him and Stephanie.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader x Axl Rose threesome smut fic: Axl’s been flirting with you and teasing Izzy about possibly stealing you from him for the entirety of the tour, so Izzy fucks you senseless in front of Axl to show him who you belong to(also, Axl joins in towards the end.)

Steven Adler x Reader Hurt/Comfort Smut fic: After Steven finds out that his girlfriend cheated on him with Axl, and that it’s been recorded for a song, he’s hurt. So, he comes to you for comfort.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Hurt/Comfort and Angry Smut fic: Izzy can usually put up with Axl’s outbursts. But when Axl decided to turn his anger on you, that’s when Izzy’s had enough.

Axl Rose x Reader Hurt/Comfort fic: An argument with Axl turns into him confiding in you about his childhood abuse as you hold him in your arms.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut fic: Stephanie wants Axl to go on a date with her, but the tables for two always take forever, so they decide to make it a double date. How? By setting Izzy up on a blind date with one of Stephanie’s friends, AKA you. Izzy’s less than excited, until he sees how hot you are. Maybe the night won’t be a waste, after all.

Older Axl Rose x Assistant!Reader Smut: You’re Axl’s younger assistant, helping him out backstage. But this day isn’t like most others; Axl’s got a little problem, and it definitely requires your help, but it might be a little above your pay grade. (Hint: the problem requires you to do some work on your knees.)

Older! Slash Hudson x Younger!Reader Smut fic: You’re Richard Fortus’s 20-something niece who he brings with him backstage one night to introduce to his bandmates, including the famous Slash. Unbeknownst to him, you and Slash instantly like each other, and begin dating despite the large age difference. It’s a great relationship; the only issue is making sure Richard doesn’t find out.

Slash x Reader Song fic: Based off the song “Do I Wanna Know” by Artic Monkeys; Slash meets the reader at a bar one night and is instantly taken by her; he begins to come see her there every night, even though he knows that it will probably never go anywhere(or will it? You gotta read to find out!)

Older! Duff McKagan x Reader blurb: watching art restoration videos in bed while eating takeout.

Slash Hudson x Reader angst-fluff fic: During a heated argument, Slash says something to you that he shouldn’t have. You get angry and try to leave, but Slash can’t lose you.

Duff McKagan x Reader fluff fic: You and Duff adopt a pig together!!! :)

Duff McKagan x Reader x Steven Adler Smut fic: You and Duff have been together for a long time now, and he finally works up the courage to ask you-will you have a threesome with him and his best friend, Steven? Obviously, the answer is yes, but how will it go?

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Fluff: You meet Izzy after he becomes sober.

Older! Insecure! Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: Izzy’s feeling insecure about his age and the age gap between you and him, so you decide to cheer him up ;)

Duff McKagan x Reader Smut: Duff walls in on you looking at porn magazines, and wants to join in. Stuff goes down.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: You’re Slash’s daughter, and you’re having a secret relationship with Axl. Slash catches the two of you having sex.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: You and Izzy are two close friends. You’re tired of being a virgin, and you just want to get the first time having sex over with, so he decides to help you out.

Sub! Steven Adler x Femdom! Reader Smut: A self-indulgent fic of mine where Steven finally agrees to let you dominant him in bed. This was literally just an excuse for me to write Steven being all innocent and flustered and shit, btw. I won’t include pegging in this, but I’m really close to writing a pegging fic. This will have degrading, praising, bondage, and basically just you babying the fuck outta Steven while he acts all innocent and confused.

Sub! Steven x Femdom! Reader Smut: Steven likes sitting in your lap, and you like embarrassing him in front of his bandmates. So, when he’s sitting in your lap at a band practice and gets hard, you naturally decide to have a little bit of fun.

Current! Steven Adler x Younger!Reader Fluff and Smut: You’re a younger, famous singer who Steven falls in love with. He decides not to tell you, out of fear that you couldn’t possibly feel the same way, but he actually couldn’t be more wrong.

Current! Axl Rose x Daughter! Reader Fluff: Axl discovers that he has a long-lost daughter who’s been living in a group home, and decides that he has meet her.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: As was requested, this is an absolutely dirty fic; spit kink, choking, daddy kink, etc. Axl shows zero mercy, and it’s very sexy.

Mötley Crüe

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: overstimulation kink.

Mick Mars x Reader Smut fic: You write him a love letter before every concert, just to boost his self esteem. This time, however, you’ve got a surprise; the letter isn’t as innocent as usual(basically, you sext him through a letter, and he has to read it in front of his bandmates.)

Oblivious!Tommy Lee x Reader Smut: You’re really horny, but Tommy, being his energetic and slightly ditzy self, doesn’t seem to be getting the hints. Guess you’ll have to show him in a hands-on way.

Mick Mars x Reader Fluff fic: Mick’s back is hurting him, so you give him a nice back massage.

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: You and Tommy are a hedonistic couple with one goal: experience as much pleasure as possible without dying. Your relationship is sex, drugs, and alcohol, and that doesn’t change tonight: the two of you go to a party, get high in a broom closet, and explore each other’s bodies.

Tommy Lee Prompt Fic: “Wow, do you want subtlety to go with that makeup look? Because you don’t have any.”

Nikk Sixx Prompt Fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Mick Mars x Reader Smut Fic: You and Mick are taking a ride through town on his motorbike, when you decide to tease him, knowing he can’t do anything about it. Just wait til the two of you get home.

Vince Neil x Reader Sugar Daddy Headcanons

Nikki Sixx x Cheating!Reader Angst: A dark, angsty fic about you cheating on Nikki when he’s at his lowest point.

Tommy Lee x Reader Fluff: You buy Tommy some roses as a joke, but he turns out to love them a lot more than you expected him to.

Hanoi Rocks

Andy McCoy NSFW alphabet

Razzle Dingley x Reader Smut fic: kinky cuddles

Platonic Razzle Dingley x Reader prompt fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Nasty Suicide x Male!Reader Smut fic: Just sweet, fluffy smut!

All Members x Reader Smut fic: Literally just a gang-bang fic, not even gonna lie. You have sex with Michael, Razzle, Jan, Andy and Sami at the same time, and it’s basically the best experience of your life.

KISS

Eric Carr NSFW Alphabet

Ace Frehley NSFW Alphabet

Paul Stanley x Reader Headcanons-Headcanons about a gender neutral S/O who’s dealing with depression and can’t feel happy or sad.

Bruce Kulick NSFW Alphabet

Eric Carr x Reader Fluff: A cute fluffy fic about you and Eric having a beach day!

Ace Frehley x Reader Fluff: Just you and Ace cuddling and watching movies.

Marilyn Manson

Marilyn Manson NSFW Alphabet

Older!Marilyn Manson x Reader Smut: Hooking up before a concert.

John 5 x Pinup! Reader Smut: Reader looks like Dita Von Teese, and John sees her before a concert and decides to meet her.

Marilyn Manson x Reader x Ozzy Osbourne Smut fic: Threesome.

Dating Daisy Berkowitz Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz NSFW Alphabet

Dating Marilyn Manson Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz x Reader Smut/Fluff: Just you and Daisy doing couple shit, with a little bit of smut.

Twiggy Ramirez x Reader Angst: A songfic based off of the song Mechanical Animals; You and Twiggy are in a toxic relationship like in the song: he’s empty and unfeeling, you’re always angry and explosive, and the only thing keeping the two of you together is drug addiction.

Slipknot

Young Joey Jordison x Reader fic: No smut, just life on the road.

Iron Maiden

Nicko NSFW Alphabet

Ramones

Joey Ramone NSFW Alphabet

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: An awkwardly sweet fic about you and Joey being each other’s first times.

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: Based off of the part of my NSFW Alphabet for Joey, where I mentioned his dirty secrets, which are that he likes to be rough/give orders, and that he likes red lingerie.

Metallica

Lars NSFW Alphabet

Current! James Hetfield x Plus Size!Reader Fluff/Slight Smut: You think that no one can pick you up due to your size, so James proves you wrong.

Johnny Thunders

Dating Johnny Thunders Would Include

Johnny Thunders NSFW Alphabet

Poison

Bret Michaels NSFW Alphabet

Skid Row

Rachel Bolan NSFW Alphabet

Snake NSFW Alphabet

Dating Snake Would Include

Scotti Hill NSFW Alphabet

Rob Affuso NSFW Alphabet

Dating Scotti Hill Would Include

Dating Rob Affuso Would Include

Van Halen

Eddie Van Halen NSFW Alphabet

Ratt

Warren Demartini NSFW Alphabet

The Beatles

The Beatles x Reader Fluff/Smut: The four guys pull a prank on you, but it goes too far and they make you cry. They decide to be sweet to you to make up for it..and by sweet, I mean sweetttttt ;)))

LA Guns

Kelly Nickels NSFW Alphabet

Phil Lewis NSFW Alphabet

Kelly Nickels x Reader Smut: Just some nice smut between you and Kelly!

Machine Gun Kelly + His Band

JP Cappelletty/Rook NSFW Alphabet

Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor

Trent Reznor NSFW Alphabet

Dating Trent Reznor Would Include

Type O Negative

Peter Steele NSFW Alphabet

Def Leppard

Steve Clark NSFW Alphabet

Aerosmith

Joe Perry NSFW Alphabet

Rammstein

Till x British! Reader x Richard Smut: A threesome between Till, Richard and the reader; they really, really like your accent.

[fangirlstakeovertheworld-blog]

Yo yo we got a new Randy smut titled “Daddy’s Going To Punish You”. Make sure to check it out!

Pic for attention^^

Link: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/VW65QSbWVF

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Okay... so the competition is... a drawing?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,627

Pairing: Andy Biersack X Reader

Content Warnings: fluff, potential anime spoilers (I don't think there are any but there might be mild ones)

Summary: After their successful Batman date, Y/N now has to uphold her end of the deal and introduce Andy to anime.

Thank you @angrycoffeebean for the idea <3

Andy’s First Anime

“Okay.” I began. “I wasn’t sure where to start, but this one is short and easy to get into. I think you’ll like it.”

I sat back on the sofa and snuggled into Andy’s side after I put the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table in front of us.

“Sounds good babe.” He said softly, kissing the top of my head

I had put a lot of thought into what to show Andy first. It needed to be something good, that wasn’t too long, that would make him want to watch anime more regularly and wouldn’t scare him off. I couldn’t find one that fit these factors and was also similar to Batman. I really wanted to show him Attack on Titan, because it’s my favourite, Demon Slayer was a brilliant option, Castelvania too, but all were too long and convoluted for his first anime.

Earlier in the day, I was finding something to watch while I straightened my hair on Netflix, when I stumbled across an anime that I hadn’t seen in forever, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. I loved it when I saw it for the first time. It was short, ten episodes to be specific, Andy loved sci-fi so it fit that, the crime and action elements were right up his alley. It was the perfect choice.

“Do I need to know anything before we start?” He asked.

“Nope. Now shush we need to watch now.��� I replied.

I pressed play on the episode as Andy snuggled closer to me. The opening scene illuminated the room with a bright glow, making me feel cosy.

We were quicky emersed into the life of David Martinez as silence engulfed us. Andy never spoke, and neither did I. We had watched about four episodes before we both started to get hungry.

“Pizza sound good?” Andy asked, pulling out his phone once I had paused the TV.

“Yeah, sounds great actually.” I replied, stretching my arms over my head.

Andy walked into the kitchen and I followed after him. We stood there in a comfortable silence as he ordered us our pizzas.

“So…” I began.

“So…” Andy mocked, causing me to playfully smack his shoulder and laugh at him. He smiled lovingly at me.

“What are your thoughts so far?” I asked tentatively.

“Honestly?” He replied.

“Yeah.” I said in a small voice. He hated it. Oh god. He hated it.

“I really enjoyed it. Honestly, I just want to get back to watching it.” He laughed. I smacked his shoulder again. Slightly harder this time however.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, really. You picked a good one.” He replied. I smiled widely at him. “Now can we please go back and keep watching? I kinda want to see if we can finish it tonight.” I laughed at him as we walked back to the sofa.

We got another episode in before the pizzas arrived. I suggested pausing it while we ate, but Andy insisted on continuing to watch it.

The clock on the wall read 1:46am as the final episode drew to a close. I sat snuggled into Andy’s side as tears streamed down my face as ‘I Really Want To Stay At Your house’ played from the TV. I could feel Andy’s breathing quicken, so I tilted my head to look at him. I could see a single tear fall down his face in the dim glow of the TV.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” He croaked, wiping his face quickly.

“So…” I began.

“So….” He mocked, once again, with a slight smile on his face.

“What are your final thoughts?” I asked quietly.

“Honestly, I loved it. But why the fuck did it have to end like that?” He exclaimed. I laughed at his response.

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons I loved it the first time I saw it. Nothing prepares you for it.” I replied.

“So what’s next?” He asked.

“Well… what do you think? After all, you’re the one who hasn’t seen anime before.” I said with a shrug.

“I think something different. Something longer. Maybe something more fantasy-based? With magic and stuff?” He said with a yawn.

“How about we go to bed then see?” I suggested with a laugh.

“I like that plan.” He yawned again.

I took his hand and led him up to my bedroom, where we promptly passed out as our heads hit the soft pillows.

Andy starts to discover his competition

After a lot of consideration, I decided that I was going to show Andy Demon Slayer. Sure, it was on the longer side for his second ever anime, but he asked for longer, and  I didn’t have the heart to show him Attack on Titan just yet.

My plan was to show him the first ten episodes, and we would just do ten at a time if he enjoyed it. And yet, somehow, we had made it to the Hashira Training Arc in a mere two weeks, which was less than I took when I first watched it myself.

Brilliantly, he did enjoy it. In fact, Andy loved it. What I didn’t love, however, was Andy’s newfound desire to have a sword. Did he need a sword? No. Was he coordinated enough to use it? Definitely no. But he claimed that he needed one.

“But babe.” He would begin

“No, Andy.” I would reply firmly

“But you don’t understand. I need one. Noah Sebastian has one that he uses on stage. ON STAGE! If he can have one, then why can’t I?” He pleaded.

“Well, I’m sure Noah and the rest of Bad Omens are more sensible with it Andy.” I explained.

“He is twenty eight. Twenty eight. I’m thirty three. I’m sure I am more responsible than he is.” Andy scoffed.

“Sure babe.” I sighed. “Let’s finish the episode then go to bed.”

“Fine. But I am getting  a sword.” He huffed, making me laugh.

“Whatever you say.” I laughed, pressing play on the TV once again.

The episodes went quickly as I was absorbed further into the show. Andy had noticed, without my knowing, that I had somewhat of a thing for Tengen Uzui, I mean… who wouldn’t? He didn’t say anything, but kept watching.

We had reached the part of the show where Sanemi begins to train the Demon Slayers when Andy spoke, after we had been sat in complete silence for what had seemed like forever.

“I thought you liked the other guy?” Andy asked.

“Huh?” I replied.

“That Tengen dude? I thought you liked him, not this other guy.” Andy gestured at Sanemi on the screen.

“Yeah, I do like him, how did you know that?” I asked, squinting my eyes at him suspiciously.

“You were smiling like an idiot at the screen for the entirety of the Entertainment District arc, and sighed when he had his hair down during his part of the Hashira training. You’re not as slick as you think you are babe.” Andy explained.

I was stunned. He was so perceptive.

“So why do you think I like Sanemi then?” I pushed. He was right, of course, but I didn’t want him to know that.

“You giggled when he punched a kid Y/N, you’re weird as hell.” Andy laughed.

“Says the man who wants to buy a literal sword so he can be more like a fictional fifteen year old.” I accused.

“Hey! A sword is practical.” Andy defended, waving his arms about like a maniac.

I doubled over in laughter.

“Also, you literally have a crush on drawings of men, whose the real weirdo Y/N?” He huffed.

“Hey! Leave them out of this!” I gasped in mock offence.

“Hang on, I was kidding. You’re telling me that you actually find these literal drawings attractive?” Andy looked genuinely surprised.

I said nothing.

“Okay… so the competition is… a drawing?” Andy asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” I mumbled.

Andy tried and failed to stifle a laugh.

“Hey!” I hit him playfully with a pillow.

“I’m kidding.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. “It’s cute.”

I giggled slightly at him as I snuggled into him once again, resuming the episode.

“I mean, they’ve got nothing on me. I’m great. And they aren’t even real.” Andy began, “I have all my limbs and all my eyes. So I’m literally winning here.” I laughed.

“All your eyes?” I questioned with a smirk.

“Yes. Including the ones in the back of my head.” He said.

“You’re so weird.” I laughed.

“Okay, miss ‘I love fictional men who are literal drawings’.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wow. Very mature.” I laughed, trying to put on a fake angry face, but failing miserable. “Mr, ‘I want a sword’.”

“Don’t bring that back up. I am getting one. If Bad Omens can have swords, so can Black Veil Brides.” He defiantly said.

“Sure.” I laughed once again.

There was a beat of silence before we both burst out into laughter.

“If you’re going to be like this about these two.” I gestured at the TV screen, “Then I am never showing you Attack On Titan.” I laughed.

“Why? Do you like those drawings of men as well?” Andy said in a mock accusatory tone.

“Shut up.” I laughed before snuggling back into his side.

“Me shut up? You’re the one who has been encouraging me.” Andy retaliated.

I ignored him and pressed play again on the TV. I was so glad we had come to this arrangement. Batman was almost scratches off of my watchlist, and we were almost at the Robert Pattinson one. After all, I always had been Team Edward. Andy was definitely going to regret suggesting this plan.

[alightwhendarknessfell]

Hi. I love your Andy Sixx cosplay. I was wondering if there is any Andy Sixx blogs/fanfics. I miss Andy Sixx. Andy Black is too much wannabe thing. While Andy Sixx has the Hair. The Sex. The everything! Andy Black has no vibe to that at all which makes me miss Andy Sixx soo badly. btw by sex I don't mean he's lost his attractiveness. Just when he sings he sounds like he's giving you loads of eargasms. Nowadays it's just yelling :(

Thank you!!! I mean I write WSTW/STWOF era Andley still but that’s the onle fics I know about. As far as blogs some BVB/Andy blogs will post throw back stuff but I don’t think there’s one dedicated just to that although I have a side blog that I don’t really use anymore @andyslonghair

My current fics are @stonesandgravel @breakyourhaloandley and @wildandrunning and I have links to my old fics on my blog. 

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reasonimma'05trash

The phase of Andy sixx

Looking some '05 meaning is more interesting than nowadays(ew they're cringe i cant contain my face)

Revenge always be my fav fav fav faaavvvv album thru this years

Emo boi from '05 is more👌👌(make except for palaye royale only then ew)

Im still stuck with '05 forms and they gave me trasures

Old fic just yummm🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Im suppsed to living my life not my fav frontman moan and orgasm's vid

Tea, tea, tea, tea 🍵🍵🍵🍵🍵🍵🍵

Old podcasts, rare lives, rare demos, rare covers, rare solos, rare jamming GOSH TAKE MY FUCKING ORGANS

Sum interviews and cutie moment's fluff

Don't care ppl opinion 'i must respect-, im happy as long-, yadayada' believe me for all these shits ive been thru, just to accept the reality old era, that was rlly crazy so the actual crazy shit still possible, your brain shall flexing sum.

[itskenickie]

Writer/Reader Survey

State your fanfiction pen name

sorryineverland/sgtduckybucky

Are you more of a reader or a writer?

I’m a bit of both but I honestly prefer to read than write.

When did you first start reading/writing fanfiction?

Reading : Started in late 2009 and I found this really cool My Chemical Romance fic in a website called Quizilla and ever since then, I NEVER stopped reading fanfics.

Writing: Somewhere around 2010. Although, my writing skills (spelling and grammar) were horrible and I had very bad plot ideas and most of them were cliche. But with each year, I got better and better :)

What’s the first fanfiction you ever read/wrote? What is it about?

Read : My Chemical Romance fic and it was about a vampire girl having a thing with Frankie and Gerard. I don't remember very well but it was good at that time.

The first thing I wrote was a story called trapped inside an alleviator with andy sixx,alex evans,oli sykes and max green and it was about  [wait for it] being trapped inside an allevaitor with those boys mentioned above.

Like I said, horrible and cliche.

What ratings do you read/write?

Anything really. But I prefer T rated stories with a couple of M rated chapters in them.

What was your first fandom?

lol the mcr fandom

List all the fandoms you have read/written in.

* = Read and Written

My Chemical Romance *

30 Seconds to Mars *

Green Day (Read)

Fall Out Boys (Read)

Escape the Fate *

Panic! at the Disco (Read)

Framing Hanley *

Harry Potter *

The Outsiders *

Ouran High School Host Club *

Vampire Knight *

Death Note (Read)

Shingeki No Kyo Jin (Read)

SHINee *

Big Bang *

Super Junior *

MBLAQ *

2pm *

Infinite (Read)

FT Island (Read)

SHINHWA *

BtoB (Read)

EXO*

U-Kiss*

Beast (Read)

BAP*

Marvel *

Peaky Blinders *

Game of Thrones *

Any fandom you would like to write in?

Nothing I can think of at the moment

What was your first ship?

Oh, wow. I don’t remember.

What is your favorite pairing to read/write for?

It changes from time to time 

Is there any pairing you refuse to read/write?

Minors or incest ships/pairings

What do you think of het stories? Slash/? Femslash/Yuri?

oh my god, these terms are so old dshdjashgdajhdahd. I mean i don’t mind lol.

What is your favorite genre?

action, horror, thriller, Adventure, comedy, crime, supernatural and sometimes AU.

What is your least favorite genre?

 angst and drama unless it has an amazing plot and isn't cliche. I also hate Slave/Master and Rich/Poor. Oh, and let's not forget the I've-been-hurt-so-I-don't-know-how-to-fall-in-love-until-blank-comes-along or I-can-no-longer-function-without-my-lover-now-that-we're-over or lastly, the I-feel-so-weak-useless-and-dumb-and-the-only-thing-I'm-good-at-is-crying-and-whining

Any genre you would like to read/write for?

I’d like to write some horror and supernatural genres.

List all of your favorite writers.

@babe-with-thepower​ @theartofimagining13​ @hardyimagines​ and @winterstann​

Which writer inspires your own work?

No one really.

What story has the most impact to you, so much that you remember it all the time?

There was this story called One white blackbird and the author had amazing skills! Her plot idea is beautiful and I tried looking it up to write the summary of the story but I can’t find it, sadly. Basically, it was about the angels of deaths and their life. 

Which website you use most to read/write fanfiction?

I used to write  and read on AFF but now I mostly write and read on tumblr and ao3

Any certain things you avoid reading/writing about?

I avoid incest, arranged marriage, minors, master/slave and anything rated as M or E.

What do you enjoy best about fanfiction in general?

How fanfiction can really help someone learn a language. How it can bring fans together and make friends. Practice your writing skills. Sharing your ideas with your friends/followers. And so much more.

Do you have any fanfiction pet peeves?

Arranged marriages and how someone being forced into one is ok with it just after a few months??????

Does the number of reviews tell how good a story is?

No. The plot does. I've read thousands of stories with high reviews, votes, subs, comments and their story isn’t that great. Some were, but those were few. 

How long should a chapter be?

2000-3000 ish words. I don't like when stories are super long because I get the feeling that they're writing the whole story plot into that chapter and they keep dragging the story on and on and on so I lose interest

Have you ever flamed someone?

OH MY GOD WHAT AN OLD TERM!

but no, never.

Have you ever been flamed?

once or twice.

Do you roleplay online?

Nope.

(Writers Only)

How many published fanfictions have you written?

listen, I’ve been writing for a decade now and I’ve probably posted 100 stories over the years. Some were lost because I stupidly deleted my accounts or the website went down so I didn’t save my work. But ao3, I have six fics posted and I lost count on tumblr.

Which one of your fanfictions has the most words? The most views? The most comments? The most kudos?

Most words: 5,750

Most views: Sense8: The One Shot Series

Most comments: my Titanic AU.

Most kudos: Again, titanic au.

Most likes: idk my work on tumblr basically are in the 100s when it comes to likes

At the moment, which one of your fanfictions is your favorite/you are the most proud of? (you can include unpublished fanfictions)

My favorite is Sky so blue...in Malibu

Out of all characters you have written, which one do you feel you identify the most with?

Arya Stark

Do you use beta reader?

I used to but not anymore

What warnings have you used on your stories?

typos. in my recent work I mentioned abuse and rape but I also included an abuse hotline for the readers.

Do reviews affect how you write in any way?

Yes. If I get a lot of comments or the reader expresses themselves, I write more and longer fics even when I'm on writer’ss block. It shows that people like my work.

What makes you happy the most as a writer?

When people comment

Do you generally outline your fanfictions or do you prefer to write spontaneously then revise?

A bit of both. Sometimes, I think of a plot while listening to music or in the shower and there’s an outline of it in my head. Most of the time I just write spontaneously.

Have you ever stolen something from another person’s work?

No, never.

What do you feel is your biggest challenge when writing?

Character personality, character development, portraying scenery and description.

Do you have any certain ritual to do before/while/after you write?

Have Google open in 3 tabs just in case I wanted to know if a word/object/food/ect actually existed and so I can look at pictures when I’m describing a scenery. I also listen to music when I’m writing.

Do you actively advertise your story or request for reviews/upvotes?

I used to back in my AFF days and I always failed lol. I sometimes ask for readers to comment on my work but I rarely receive any.

Would you ever want a trailer for a fanfiction you’ve written to be made?

I actually had maybe two or three trailers made for my fanfics on aff lol

Anyways, so that was it. I know, it’s long but it was fun! 

I tag: @stvlti​ @babe-with-thepower​ @baozibunns​ and any author/writer that wants to do this

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MASTERLIST

Spotify Requests: Open

Just message with your request or put it in the ask box whether it's a one shot, headcannon or little drabble I will try and get it done ASAP :) . Currently, I will write anything except dark romance (simply because I’m not too familiar with it, I might start at some point when I am more familiar with it / comfortable with it), SA, abuse, toxic relationships

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CHAPTER 1 - I SIT HERE AND SMILE DEAR

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 4,091

Content warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, violence f you squint (pushing and shoving in a malicious way), mentions of alcohol, Ronnie Radke, blood, descriptions of a small wound

Tag List: @concreteangel92 @lma1986 @dragonfly92 @thisis--mj @bloody-delusion-expert @girlagainstg0d

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WARPED TOUR 2011 BECCA

My knee bounced up and down as I sat on the leather sofa in the tour bus. We had never had a proper tour bus before. The closest thing we had was Theo’s Dad’s old van that kept breaking down. Nerves shot through my body as I tried to slow my heart-rate and regain my normal breathing.

Warped Tour was by far the biggest tour we had ever done. Sure, we were still supporting other bands, but we weren’t performing in a small, run-down dive bar. This was real. Bring Me The Horizon. Pierce The Veil. Sleeping With Sirens. All Time Low. Motionless In White. Our favourite bands were playing alongside us. We were one of them.

“Quit bouncing your leg Becca, I feel like I’m experiencing a fucking earthquake right now, jeez.” Johnny, our bass player, complained.

The rest of the guys erupted in laughter.

“Calm your tits, Johnny! Leave me alone.” I laughed in reply.

I had never been this nervous for a set before. We only had one album out, Arachnophobia, that had been doing reasonably well, but I was still so nervous. What if we get booed off stage? What if we fuck up the timings? What if I trip and fall flat on my fucking face? Worst-case scenarios flashed through my mind at lightning speed, corrupting whatever positive and confident thought that I still possessed.

“I need some air.” I said to the guys in a small voice.

“You good?” Kevin, our lead guitar player called out to me from his seat at the opposite end of the sofa.

“No. I just need a minute of fresh air.” I tried to reassure him, ultimately failing miserably.

“You sure?” Luke, our rhythm guitar player asked from his bunk.

“Yep. I won’t be long.” I mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear.

I walked around the festival site for a little while. The tents where bands were stood meeting fans and selling merch were absolutely packed. We had been selling merch and meting some fans as well, but nowhere near the scale of any of the bands situated near our tent.

This was our first ever festival. As I said, we were a small band. No one really knew who we were. That could also be said about some of the other bands on this tour as well to be fair. Warped Tour seemed like a brilliant opportunity for new fans to start listening to us when our manager, Nick, pitched it to us. But now it seemed like literal hell on earth. God, what if people left our set?

I tried to push those thoughts down, but nothing worked. As soon as I forced out one doubt, another just popped up in its place. It felt like my mind was the hydra from ancient Greek myth. Equally as venomous and persistent. It was going to be difficult to keep those negative feelings at bay for the rest of the tour. I had always struggled with not feeling good enough, and this tour was just amplifying those ideas. If nobody came to our set, everything would have been for nothing.

My phone started ringing in my pocket after about twenty minutes of my walk. It was Nick. I stared at the screen for a second. Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

“Hey.” I said straight after answering the call.

��Hey yourself! Your set is in five minutes Bex. Get your ass to the stage right fucking now before I either lose my shit or lose my job. Whichever comes first.” Nick yelled down the line over the band who were finishing up their set before ours was due to start. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yep I’ll be there in a sec. I lost track of time, sorry.” I replied hurriedly.

“Great. Thanks. See you in a sec then.” Nick finished.

I started running back towards the stage when I bumped into something. It felt like a lamppost or something tall and thin like that. Except there weren’t any lampposts here. I looked up to see a tall, heavily tattooed man with long, black hair looking down at me with a slightly pained smile on his beautiful face.

I didn’t have time for this. I called out a quick sorry as I kept running towards the stage.

By the time I got there, I was doubled over and panting trying to catch my breath. “She’s here!” Luke shouted as I rounded the corner to the side-stage area. I was handed a microphone by Nick

“Good luck you guys. You’ve got this.” Nick encouraged with his arms round mine and Johnny’s shoulders. I took a breath in through my nose and out through my mouth as the rest of the guys walked onto the stage to begin the intro to the first song on our album, Make me Wanna Die, “Give ‘em hell kid.” Nick whispered in my ear with a pat on my back. I closed my eyes for a second then stepped out onto the stage.

The world around me seemed to slow down as I lifted my mic up to my mouth to start the song. My lyrics flew out of my mouth with a natural ease. This wasn’t as hard as I thought. A large crowd had formed at the stage. Not too bad for our first show of the tour. Some people in the crowd were singing along to the song, which filled me with pure joy and unrivalled confidence. I started to move and jump across the stage which excited the crowd even more. By the time we were halfway through our set, the crowd had grown significantly and even began singing even louder to the words that they knew.

I had never experienced such a buzz from the crowd. It felt electric. Looking at the rest of the band, it looked like they felt the same. Wide, beaming smiles were plastered on their faces. I was sure I wore a similar one on my own face. In fact, my face hurt because of the smile that covered my face.

Up until this point, the largest show that we had ever played was to only about eighty people. But now, we were performing to a crowd of about two hundred and fifty. It wasn’t a massive crowd by any means, but it was huge to us. All of our favourite bands started out like this, playing for much smaller crowds. It gave me hope that one day we could be as big as those bands. Someday.

“How is everyone doing?” I shouted into my microphone.

The crowd cheered in response. Holy shit.

“You guys having fun?” I asked.

The crowd cheered in response again. This felt so surreal.

“That’s good. We are too. You guys have been a great crowd.” I began. “This is our first Warped Tour, so thanks for making our first show sop fun because we are having an absolute blast up here.”

The crowd cheered and applauded.

“As you have probably gathered, I’m not exactly brilliant at this whole crowd work thing, but I’m not really used to crowds as fantastic as you guys.” I said with a huge grin on my face.

The crowed roared with cheers and applause.

“So anyway, this song is our last song of the set, and if you don’t mind we would like to play r for you.” I began. “I mean, it’s not like you really have much of a choice, we pre-decided the setlist before we came on stage.”

Laughter erupted around me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall, skinny guy with long dark hair cascading over his shoulders with tattoos on his arms, at least I thought they were tattoos. I couldn’t tell if it was black paint or tattoos. Either way, they looked good. He was standing backstage with four other guys who were all fitted in similar outfits. They must be the band following us. The man who caught my eye was the tallest of the group. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“This song was written by one of my favourite bands and are one of the bands who inspired me to pursue music. We hope you have had a great time here watching our set. We have been The Magpies and this is ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.

The intro started and an immense sense of joy coursed through my veins. Since I was a kid, Debbie Harry had been one of my heroes and I was so proud that we got to play one of her songs to a crowd of people.

And that was the moment that I knew we were going to make it.

 “Holy fucking shit guys, you crushed that.” Nick yelled out at us with an impossibly huge grin  plastered on his face. He clapped us each one-by-one as we came off of the stage. “The crowd fucking loved you guys.”

“That was kickass.” Luke exclaimed with a look that I can only describe as pure joy.

“Dude what the fuck just happened.” Johnny exclaimed.

“Fuck that was sick!” Kevin yelled directly into my ear as he swung his arm over my shoulder.

“Damn I’m pumped!” Theo laughed.

“How the fuck did we pull that off?” I laughed along with the rest of the guys.

“Because we are hot shit Bex. Hot fucking shit.” Kevin shouted back at us as he followed Nick away from the stage and towards the bus.

I paused for a moment and watched the guys, my family, walk ahead of me. I never thought anything like this could happen to us. Let alone at such a young age. I was only 18 when we did our first Warped Tour.

“Come on slow coach we want to go hang before the barbeque.” Nick called back at me. I laughed and followed after them

Every year, there was a barbeque on the first day of tour. It was mainly so that everyone in all the bands and crew could meet eachother. Kind of like an icebreaker night I guess. This was going to be the most nervous I had been so far, including the show. Because now, I had no choice but to meet all of those bands who were practically the reason that I made music. Plus, I was pretty confident in saying that meeting Oli Sykes in person might literally kill me.

The fact that we would be meeting our heroes in such a short space of time was seriously starting to make me freak out. How were we worthy of all of this?

We made it to the bus and all sat down to play some Xbox together before the barbeque. Luke had flung himself onto the black, leather L-shaped sofa opposite the door.

“I don’t give a fuck what the rest of you want, I’m playing Call Of Duty.” He said whilst signing into the game and running a hand through his short blonde hair.

“What the fuck man! We play that all the fucking time.” Johnny complained.

“Let me be play too and you can do whatever you want.” Kevin laughed whilst grabbing the second controller and joining Luke in the game.

“Fuck you guys I’m going to have a nap before we have to go.” Theo sighed with a yawn, tying his shoulder length, curly brown hair into a low bun as he walked towards his bunk.

I sat next to Luke and laughed at their childish bickering as they played their game. Johnny sat shouting commands at the two other boys.

“If you want to sit there and yell at us then you should have joined the fucking game asshole.” Kevin laughed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they had begun to slip down.

“Fuck you, there’s only two controllers dipshit.” Johnny argued back.

I started to block out their arguing as I picked up the book that I had been reading and snuggled further into the corner of the sofa. I had found comfort in books during the very short time that we had been touring. Sure, performing on stage was an escape from real life, for both us and the crowd, but that was still work at the end of the day. Reading, however, had the power to transport you to a different world entirely, a different dimension even if that’s what you wanted to find. It allowed my mind to escape the cage that it was trapped in and explore the endless possibilities that life held. It allowed me to hide from my problems. To escape reality. To run and never stop running, not until I was happy, not until I was free. And that freedom was the greatest feeling in the world.

 Before I knew it, my eyes had started to droop and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. The best that I would probably have on this tour. My dreams were surprisingly pleasant as I fell deeper into my slumber before a pair of hands grasped my shoulders and began to shake me awake.

“Rebecca…. Beccaa…. Bex…. Beckyyy…..” A deep sing-song voice chanted as he shook my shoulders. My eyes fluttered awake, and leaning over me stood Theo. “There she is.” He said once my eyes had fully opened.

“What?” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes.

“We have to go in like forty minutes, and we thought you might want to get ready.” He went on.

I stood up and stretched my arms over my head before letting out a yawn and making my way to the bathroom so that I could re-do my makeup and brush the birds nest that had formed in my hair.

I decided not to do anything crazy and to just touch up the makeup that I already had on, which was a more natural look with dark brown eyeshadow lining my upper lash line just a little bit. I tied up the top half of my long, brunette hair into a bun at the back of my head, letting some face-framing pieces hang loosely around my face. I changed into a white tank top with spaghetti straps and some black wide-leg ripped jeans with fishnets underneath. I grabbed an old, red Flash hoodie, that previously belonged to my ex but I liked the hoodie too much to return it, and tied it around my waist just in case it got chillier later in the night.

“Okay I’m ready.” I announced to the guys who were all sat on the sofa arguing over what movie to watch later. Unsurprising as they usually had this argument, then would watch a movie that wasn’t even part of the equation to begin with.

“Great, let’s go.” Nick said as he stood up, rubbing his hands together.

We all nodded in agreement and followed him out of the bus and towards the barbeque. There was an opening in the middle of where the buses were parked in which a large fire pit, surrounded by mismatched deckchairs, had been set up. The barbeque itself was positioned next to a staff bus, that the Warped Tour management team were staying in. They were the ones who essentially ran the tour and wanted to ensure that it went as smoothly as possible.

Straight away, a British accent caught my attention as five guys started approaching us. “Hey! You guys must be the Magpies.” One of the men asked us with a huge grin on his face.

Holy fucking shit. Danny Worsnop from Asking Alexandria was talking to us. THE Danny Worsnop from THE Asking Alexandria was talking to us. Us? We were nobodies here. He fucking knew who we were. Holy fucking shit I must still be dreaming.

“Yep that’s us.” Johnny said with a smile on his face, sticking out his arm to shake Danny’s hand. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to introduce yourselves, we are big fans, Becca especially. But I’m Johnny and I’m the bass player, this dumbass is Theo our drummer, Luke and Kevin here are our guitar players, and this shy bitch is Becca, our singer.” Johnny introduced. We each raised our hands in a wave when Johnny said our names.

“It’s so nice to meet you all. It’s about time a new band joined the lineup.” Ben laughed.

“Well, the Black Veil Brides guys are new here.” Cam said.

“Yeah, obviously, but I mean a band we haven’t met before.” Ben laughed at his bandmate and rolled his eyes at Cam playfully.

“We toured with them last year for a while. They’re great guys.” James said to the rest of us.

“Hey, you should totally meet them later if you’re up for it.” Ben enthusiastically suggested.

“Yeah, totally.” Theo said with a smile. “But let’s eat first, I’m fucking starving.”

“Agreed.” Danny laughed. We all started walking towards the barbeque and Ben fell into step with me. We fell into easy conversation. I could tell immediately that we were going to be good friends.

“So how did your first show go?” Ben asked.

“It went fucking amazingly. We’ve never played to a crowd that big before, and they actually seemed to enjoy our set which was fucking brilliant.” I gushed.

“Yeah, I caught some songs towards the end of your set. You guys fucking crushed it. Andy said he saw the last few songs and thought you guys were pretty cool.” He said.

“Andy?” I asked.

“Yeah. Oh shit you haven’t met him yet. He’s the singer in Black Veil Brides. He’s super cool, I think you’d like him.” Ben explained.

“Cool. It’s weird having this many people on a tour together.” I continued. “It’s only ever really been us supporting another band. Never any more than that.”

“I remember when we started out like that. We thought we’d never make it, but look where we are now.” He laughed. “Once you get used to it, it gets less weird.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I replied.

Before I even realised it, we had reached the barbeque. People from various different bands and their crew mingled about as they all socialised with eachother. It seemed as though most of the people here already knew eachother from previous tours.

Ben introduced me to his friends on the tour, which was already a shock to be hanging out with Ben fucking Bruce. I tried to push my nerves down as he introduced me to the likes of Vic Fuentes, Kelin Quinn, Oli Sykes, Chris Motionless and Ricky Horror. I surprised myself with how ‘normal’ I managed to act around them. After all, it’s not every day that you meet your favourite musicians. I tried to remind myself that I would be touring with these people, so it wouldn’t be the best idea to fangirl and embarrass myself the first time I met them.

Ben and I grabbed a burger each and sat down on some of the spare deck chairs to eat them.

“Have you just put gherkins in your fucking burger?” I asked Ben in utter disbelief.

“Yep.” He grinned, popping the p. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Of course I do that’s disgusting! I don’t think we can be friends after this.” I gasped at him in mock offense.

“Wow. You’re one of those?” Ben chuckled.

“One of what?” I laughed at him.

“Someone who doesn’t have taste.” He laughed.

I threw my dirty napkin at him in response.

“EW!” He screamed dramatically, throwing his own napkin right back at me.

I laughed hysterically at him.

“Okay. I’m glad you two are having fun, but I was sitting there, so if you could just move that would be great.” A deep voice tore through the bliss that I was experiencing with Ben.

“Oh fuck off Ronnie, we both know you weren’t sat here.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Seriously, Bruce? You’re gonna start shit on the first day of tour?” The man, who I assumed was called Ronnie sighed back.

“Just fuck off Ronnie, the no one has to start shit.” Ben said through gritted teeth.

“Seriously man, why do you have to make everything so damn hard all the time!” Ronnie shouted at Ben.

“I’m not the problem here man.” Ben raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Take your pretty friend here, and go suck each other’s faces somewhere else jackass!” Ronnie yelled.

“Woah, woah.” Ben started, raising his voice at Ronnie, “We both know that’s not what was happening here okay. Let’s just move on.”

“Move.” Ronnie said through gritted teeth.

“No.” Ben said with a laugh, as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs, relaxing further.

Before I could even register what was happening, Ronnie lunged forward and shoved Ben out of the chair backwards. I jumped up and pushed Ronnie backwards so that he couldn’t lunge towards Ben anymore. Instead, he only stumbled back a few steps before he shoved me backwards too, nocking my beer out of my hand, making it spill all over me. I put my hands below me to try and stop the fall, when I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I lifted my hand up to get a look at it, only to be greeted with a shard of glass poking out the palm of my hand and blood dripping from the wound.

I winced as I slowly tried to pull the broken glass out of my hand, completely oblivious to the fact that Johnny and Luke had ran over and dragged Ronnie away before punching him in the face, knocking him to the floor. The shard of glass wasn’t anything massive, but once it was out of my hand, more blood pooled in the palm of my hand.

From behind me, I felt a pair of arms snake underneath my armpits and begin to pull me up to my feet. Once I was standing again, I turned to see who had lifted me up. I was greeted by a chest clad in a black t-shirt with the Batman logo on. The shirt hung slightly loosely on the skinny frame of the person, who I assumed was a man, who now stood in front of me. I had to crane my neck to see his face, which was obscured by long black locks of hair. I could make out an array of tattoos on his arms that I hadn’t noticed before.

Holy shit. This was the guy that I had literally ran into before my set earlier.

“You okay? That looks deep.” He said, concern plastered all over his face as he took my hand in his much bigger one.

“Y-y-yeah.” I stuttered out, still in shock from what had just happened.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He led me gently away from where Johnny and Luke were being held back by Asking Alexandria and Ronnie was being dragged away by Jacky Vincent and Ryan Seaman.

The man led me to a tour bus where we met another man, who also had long black hair.

“Hey man, what the fuck?” The new man said with an incredulous look on his face as we got closer to the bus.

“Ronnie is back on his dumbass shit.” The first man, who was still holding my elbow, said in reply.

“Of course he is.” The second man scoffed while going into the tour bus, holding open the door for myself and the first man.

Their tour bus looked pretty much the same as ours did, except there was lots of makeup all over the place and various items that looked like they were made of leather. It was messier than ours too which I liked. It made me feel better about how I left things when I was getting ready.

“This is Jake.” The first man gestured to the second man. “I’m not too sure where the others are though? Probably still at the barbeque. It’s Becca right?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s me.” I said quietly with a weak laugh.

He stared at me for a beat as I looked at him expectantly. It felt like he was looking right into my soul with those blue eyes of his.

“Who are you?” I asked timidly.

“Me?” He pointed at his chest.

I nodded my head. I could tell he wasn’t very good at talking.

“I’m Andy.” He said with a beautiful smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”

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Taboo - Chapter Thirty Seven.

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Well, here we are at the end, guys. I want to say a big thank you to everyone who has kindly taken the time to read, like and offer feedback on this little story of mine. I’m going to miss writing this pair! I hope you all enjoy the ending :) xxx

“Wh-what?” Jade stammered, shocked to her core. Her face probably matched Andy’s right at that moment, who still looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“She said she needs to come in and explain a few things to us, apologising for disturbing us but that what she has to say is definitely something we’ll want to hear. I’ll go let her in if that’s alright with you?” She nodded dumbly, not quite able to believe it. Of course though, just because it had been her car that had gone up in a ball of flames, it didn’t mean she was the person driving it. Her arrival at her home spelled that out loud and clear.

Jade stood there in a state of shock while waiting for Stella to arrive in the lounge, pacing around behind one of the huge couches until she turned to see her walk in in front of Andy. Immediately she registered that she looked absolutely awful, pale with dark shadows under her red rimmed eyes, like she hadn’t slept and had been crying a lot. She stood there looking at Jade a little awkwardly for a few moments before walking over and surprisingly, giving her a hug.

“Thank god you’re okay. I’m really sorry to arrive like this unannounced, but there’s a few things I feel are only right to share with you about yesterday. It concerns what you guys have been going through of late too,” she began, Jade gesturing to the couches and asking if she wanted a drink. Stella requested a water, Andy going to fetch her one before sitting down at Jade’s side, ready to hear what his ex-wife had to tell them.

“I really don’t know where to begin with all of this, I’m still trying to make sense of it myself. Yesterday evening I was called by my boyfriend Brett’s parents, telling me that he’d passed away in an accident out on the freeway close to here. They told me that the police had informed them he’d been purposefully trying to strike a vehicle according to eyewitness accounts as well as the driver herself, who after seeing you on the evening news and discovering what I’m about to divulge I deduced was you, Jade.

“Obviously before any of this though, I was completely devastated. I still am, but those emotions are met with confliction right now. All the same though, late last night I went to his apartment. I wanted to feel close to him, strange as that sounds, be around his stuff and sleep in his bed. I think that’s how people cope with grief, to try and immerse themselves in the person they’ve lost.

“It was while I was there, just looking around, finding a little comfort being close to his things at least that I found a big trunk in his closet. It struck me as odd because I hadn’t seen it in there when I’d stayed at his place before, which admittedly didn’t happen often as he always preferred to stay at mine. After opening it up, I think I realised why he did too. It was absolutely full of press clippings relating to you and the band, Andy.

“They weren’t all hoarded away in there like a fan would do though, there was a very dark tone to it all. He’d written things down, defaced your image and written these crazy fucking journals full of rants about you too. He was obsessed and from everything I found, he hated you with a huge amount of venom. Why exactly I just do not know, I really couldn’t even begin to guess why he targeted you, but I know from the items I found he is definitely the person who targeted Jade.

“I found lots of threatening letters all placed in a folder, so he was obviously making them well in advance of sending them to you. I also saw threats made against your little one as well. It all made me feel sick to my stomach, testament to that I actually ran to the bathroom and threw up. I’m still dumbfounded, how a man so seemingly normal could really be that much of a psychopath. It hurts too, to know he probably wasn’t with me for me but because of my association to you, no matter how much in the past tense that was when we met.

“I don’t know, maybe he saw what he was doing as punishment for what you did to me and he really did care. I’m not about to make this about me though because it isn’t. This is about you both finally knowing who was behind this and now you do. You also know it’s over as well. I can imagine you probably thought it was me, seeing my car there burning in the middle of the freeway.

“I don’t think that was related though or that he planned such tactically to make you think it was me, because he probably didn’t envisage he’d end up dying in pursuit of trying to hurt you. Then again, who the hell knows what was on his mind. He borrowed my car that morning since I wasn’t going out and his wouldn’t start, so that explains why he was driving it. As for any other answers, I’m afraid I have no idea what to tell you. I just…I don’t know what else to say. I’m still trying to make some kind of sense of it as I said,” she explained at length, shaking her head.

“I really don’t know what the fuck to say in reply to all of that, other than I’m sorry you got caught up with a man like him,” Andy said, feeling completely blown away by what he’d just heard.

“That’s very gracious of you, especially after what I put you through. Time has made me see that I wasn’t the best wife to you, I can admit my mistakes in our marriage now. I probably deserve all this shit I’m currently facing,” she told him, nodding in acknowledgement of her wrongdoings.

“I appreciate that, I honestly do. No matter what you did or didn’t do when we were married, you didn’t deserve having all this happen though. No one deserves that at all,” he stated, Jade nodding.

“He’s right, Stella. I mean, you’d moved on. You even wished us well and publically denounced Brett’s actions, before you even knew it was him, of course. Also we did think that it was you, seeing your car there after it’d chased me down the freeway, but let me tell you we both thought it was unbelievable. We couldn’t work out how someone who really had moved on could have harboured all that negativity and hatred, so now we know why, because it wasn’t you.

“I also echo Andy’s feelings, I’m really sorry you went through this. It must be so conflicting for you now, I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, losing the man you loved but realising you had no clue who he really was,” Jade sympathised, shaking her head and feeling genuinely awful for Stella.

“That’s true, I really didn’t have any clue over who he was. Suffice to say if I did I’d have run a mile.” Stella didn’t stay for much longer, but by the time she’d left the air was cleared completely between the three of them. It wasn’t like they’d all suddenly become friends in the wake of this, but it allowed for them to all move on from everything at last.

Perhaps this wouldn’t happen immediately for Stella, but she knew she’d get there in time. She was just glad that after everything, Andy was happy. She no longer felt any kind of resentment over what he’d done, ending their marriage to be with Jade, who she also no longer hated either.

Sitting there in their home, she’d seen it so clearly, just how in sync with each other they were. She considered it good progress in her own moving forward to admit that he was definitely better suited with Jade than he ever was her.

“I can’t believe it, her own boyfriend, the poor woman. I can’t imagine what she’s going through right now, losing him but in the same breath discovering that he was absolutely batshit,” Jade told Andy as they sat on the couch, both still stunned by the revelation they’d heard from someone they assumed to be dead. You couldn’t have made it up, it was so bizarre. When she voiced that thought to Andy, he was in complete agreement.

“I know, babe. It’s surreal as hell. I just hope she comes through it all okay because she must be going through so much right now. I’m baffled by it all, what I ever did to that guy I never even gave a second thought to for him to hate me that much. I guess that’s the nature of whatever mental illness he was surely suffering with though, there’s no straightforward answer. Just like I did when we thought it was Stella though, I don’t really take any gladness away from the fact he’s dead,” he told her, Jade nodding.

“Me neither. It’s over now though, we’ve come through it and hopefully that’s the last spate of stress we have to suffer for a long time. I think our first year together has been more challenging than what some couples face in their first five!” she exclaimed, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her.

“I concur! It really has been. I can’t believe it’ll be a year in three weeks since we got together, it’s flown by. You’ve made me very happy though, through all the shit we’ve had to deal with I’ve never been more content in a relationship than I am being with you,” he told her, kissing her head as he stroked her thigh.

“I feel exactly the same. I love you so much.” Turning to give him a kiss, Jade sat there and stared at him with a smile, thanking her stars that she had a man as wonderful as he was to share her life with.

With everything negative behind them, they were free to carry on and enjoy their relationship together as it moved from strength to strength. They saw in some fantastic milestones, their first year together, Andy’s pride for his girlfriend when she won her first golden globe award for best actress (which she dedicated to him in her hilarious yet moving off the cuff acceptance speech) and all the little joys they witnessed being parents to Tiger.

“Jade, get in here!” Andy shouted to her many months later as he sat in front of his daughter, who was pulling herself up on the couch. Slowly she then turned, giggling and staggering as she took her first proper steps towards her daddy’s outstretched arms, Jade bouncing with excitement as she saw her little girl walking for the first time. “We’re in trouble now she’s more mobile!” he then exclaimed, catching her when she wobbled. He was right too.

“No, you can’t come out here. Why? Because of the pool, tiny,” Andy told Tiger a few weeks on from her first steps from the other side of the glass doors that lead to the roof terrace, his daughter talking to him in nonsensical baby chatter that he always pretended to understand. “No, over there is no good, you’re too little. I know, it isn’t fair now but you’ll grow. No, you can’t ride one of the dogs either, that doesn’t count!” He continued, while Jade stood there laughing her ass off as Tiger ran up and down, jabbering away at her dad while being followed by Saxon, who was still her shadow. He loved Tiger to death, his tiny little human friend.

Picking her up she kissed her lovely, chubby little cheeks and opened the door to join Andy on the terrace, passing her to him when she started to say ‘dad, dad, dad, dad’ while reaching for him. Dad had been her first word, said on repeat while she pointed at him, shouting. Andy often liked to joke that his child had definitely inherited her mother’s lungs from the decibels she could reach.

“Look at you, looking like a proper little person more and more every day! I miss you being all teeny and new born, I swear you were quieter back then too,” he told her as she continued to yell ‘dad’ at him. “What? Why are you smiling at me like that?” He then asked Jade, poking her nose playfully.

“Because I have something to tell you that coincides with what you just said quite nicely. You say you miss her being all teeny and new born? Well, in about eight months you get to have that all over again. I’m pregnant.” Andy had thought he couldn’t get any happier than he already was, but to hear that the love of his life was carrying his second child, the news absolutely blew him away.

That happiness only increased further when on his birthday that year, he had the greatest present of all in holding his new born son, Grayson James Biersack in his arms. Life was perfect.

 The End.