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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 11:24 am
i don't think we have one of these so i decided to make one....because i'm sure that everyones head's are chock full of smutty (or Slashy) goodness.
So, start posting! But before you do, please read the TOS and give your fic a rating please so we know what we're reading. Thanks!
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 11:35 am
ok...here's mine. It's not the greatest, but i think it's coming together quite nicely. Name: 7 Sins
Rating: Chapter 1 (G), Chapter 2 (PG-13)
Characters: Dero and one of my OC's.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/jsikes/punkdevilangel.jpg
Critisism is welcomed. I could probably use it! and a few definintions before i post...Pride: the source of personal satisfaction; something that somebody feels especially pleased and satisfied to own or to have achieved. Lust: 1. sexual desire: the strong physical desire to have sex with somebody, usually without associated feelings of love or affection 2. eagerness: great eagerness or enthusiasm for something and now....let the fic begin!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Pride
It was finally the day I had been waiting for, I was going to see an OOMPH show and more importantly to go backstage to meet with the lead singer, Dero. It took me at least a week and a half to win those backstage passes from the local radio station. I looked at the clock that stood on my nightstand, it said 5:21. ‘good, that gives me about 2 hours to get ready and time to drive to the stadium since the show didn’t start until 9:30’ I thought out loud.
After showering and brushing out my waist length dirty blonde hair, I put on a black button up shirt , dark red and black plaid skirt, fishnet stockings and thick soled leather boots. Finishing off my ensemble, I put on some eyeliner and draped the cord holding a small laminated pass around my neck and took one last look in the mirror before making my way downstairs and out the door, stepping out into the brisk night air.
The concert was even better than I imagined it. From the crowd pleasing favorite, ‘Augen Auf’, the heartbreaking melody of ’The World is Yours’, the powerful vocals of ‘Always’ and to round out the show for an encore, they preformed ’Gott ist ein Popstar.’
As soon as they stepped off stage after the encore, I made my way backstage, clutching the pass as if my very life depended on it. After getting past the bodyguards, finding the dressing rooms wasn’t as complicated as I thought it would have been considering the huge amount of people that showed up to watch the show. Then, there it was, the door that led to Dero’s dressing room. With hands trembling slightly with anticipation, I opened the door. The room was sparsely decorated with a metal coffee table, two leather chairs and a leather couch. In the corner of the room there was a very large mirror with bulbs all around the edge and a comfy chair, where Dero was sitting wiping away all the sweat off his face with a towel. I tried to close the door silently with out interrupting him, but it made a loud ‘click’ as it shut causing him to turn and look up.
“Hello,” he said with a smile, “I didn’t think anyone was here.”
For a few seconds, I was speechless. Then I replied sheepishly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”
He just shook his head and laughed, “you weren’t bothering me. I’m just about done now, but it probably be best if I freshened up before we get deep into conversation, huh?” He said with a wink. Gesturing to the couch, he continued “You can sit there and I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Slowly, I made my way towards the couch and then he said as he pointed to the small box next to the TV, “oh, and there are some drinks in the fridge over there if you‘d like something.”
“okay,” I replied quietly as I grabbed a Smirnoff out of the fridge and sat on the couch, sinking into the squeaky cushion. I smiled as I unscrewed the drink cap and set it on the coffee table, next to his black tie that been nonchalantly tossed there. Sipping the carbonated beverage, I waited. And as I did, I found myself thinking ‘I wonder if there have been many people back here, or if I am the only one.’
Minutes later, Dero emerged from the small bathroom with damp spikes, dressed in a t-shirt, faded blue jeans and leather cuffs around his wrists. He also had two earrings in each ear, a ring in the left side of his nose and a stud in his lip. The tattoos that he sported peeked out from under the short sleeves of his shirt; and if he didn’t have my attention earlier, he certainly had it now. He must have noticed this because he asked, “What’s wrong? You don’t like piercings or tattoos?”
“no, I mean, yes I do. I like them a lot.” I replied, slightly embarrassed that he caught me staring. Hoping to soothe over the tension I took another sip of alcohol.
“So, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Dero.” He said extending his hand. “And you are?”
“I’m Adalia.” I said as I stood to shake his hand. “May I ask you something?” I asked him. He nodded ‘yes’ and I continued, “What’s the strangest thing a fan has ever done?”
“I don’t really know.” He said pensively.
Lust
“Has a fan ever done this?” I asked, dropping the bottle and heard the fizzing of the beverage before it soaked into the carpet, and pulled him close and kissed him, tongue delving deep. I was expecting to see a hint of rejection or disgust when I looked in his kohl rimmed brown eyes, but I noticed none. Contrarily, he seemed surprised and somewhat pleased with what just happened.
“No. none of my fans have ever had the guts to do that.” he said running his thumb over his bottom lip, “Has a rock star ever done this?” he asked as he grabbed my shirt and slowly opening it one button at a time, planting slow wet kisses on every piece of newly exposed flesh. Once it was completely unbuttoned and tossed with reckless abandon, I couldn’t help but moan and writhe under his soft touch and warm mouth, tugging gently on his dark spiked locks, in an attempt to make him keep going.
“wait,” he breathed against my skin, “is this what you want?”
“more than anything.” I whispered in his ear, before taking the lobe between my teeth and then undid his belt and grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Now seeing as how that article of clothing was discarded, my actions were no longer hesitant like they had been before, as I tugged at his jeans removing them as well. Then, looking up at him with an evil glint in my eye and a smirk on my face, I ground my palm against his hardened flesh, causing him to exhale a raspy moan.
‘so, he is enjoying this’ I thought with a smile. ‘Time for part two of my plan.’
To Be Continued... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> *evil laughter* Damn evil cliffhangers! twisted
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