Please Someome Write A Slider (Ron Kerner) Fanfiction, I’m Dying

Please please I need help to find a fanfic, it goes something like this, Eddie is in love with her and she’s talking with Robin¿ or someone in the school about her rockstar crush and Eddie comes in and he says he looks a bit like Kirk Hammett, she “denies” it and then they’re in the bleachers and he tell her he likes her (she already knows it but I think she tell him they can’t be together anyway) and she says she likes Kirk Hammett cause she likes him. Sorry my English is so bad but I really want to read this again

Courtney Sixx actually pisses me off so much ❤️

No quiero, necesito un fanfic con Emilio Ravenna

#los simus #ravenna mi flaco #diego peretti te amo #tortuga maritima #los simuladores

i need a slider fanfic

in need of a ai bot of eddie munson where i am a fucking cheerleader but we fuck 😩

Sorry for being this annoying and for my horrible english but i need help to find a fanfic. So, it goes like this the reader is a cheerleader and (i think) she’s a good friend of Chrissy, turns out she has a crush on Eddie, so Chrissy convince her to ask him out but he thinks she just want to buy drugs, and when they’re in the woods Eddie ask her for what party the drugs are and she’s like “???” and he’s like “it’s doesn’t matter i never get invited you can tell me, i won’t go”, idk, but i really want to read it again and i found one that it’s similar but it’s not the one i want. 💋

Kinktober Day 15- Praise Kink

warnings: AFAB!reader, praise kink, dirty talk, phone sex, dom/sub aspects, mentions of f!receiving oral sex, mentions of m!masturbation, 18+ minors dni

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“Baby-”

“Shhh, just listen, Tommy.”

“They monitor these calls.”

“Well then, they get a free show. They took my sweet boy from me, the least they could do is let me talk to you.”

Tom groans and his head thunks against the wall. Luckily he’s alone in the phone room, but on the carrier, there’s always a chance someone could walk in.

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart,” you coo through the phone.

“Missed you too.”

You chuckle, the noise crackling through the speaker.

“It’s so lonely here without you.”

“I wish I could be there,” he says.

“I know you do. You’re always so good for me.”

Tom wants to curse. Wants to scream and hang up because he knows what you’re doing. You’re going to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, wind him up, and leave him to take care of it himself. He wishes he could turn this back on you, but he knows better.

“So good for you, ma’am,” he whispers.

“As soon as you get home, I want you down on your knees for me,” you tell him.

Tom swears under his breath because he craves nothing more than the sweet taste between your thighs. A few hours without is already difficult, but two weeks in the middle of the ocean with his wingman chattering in his ear is maddening.

“I’ll take you right in the foyer. Up against the front door if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, please ma’am, I want that so bad.”

Tom is faced away from the door to hide both his flushed face and the bulge in his pants.

“If you make me cum on your face, I’ll let you be on top as a reward.”

If anyone found him like this, Tom would deny any accusation until he went blue in the face. He’s not submissive, he doesn’t let his wife boss him around, and he certainly doesn’t get off on being called a good boy.

But you know the truth. You know how to make the stoic, skilled pilot lose all of his resolve in a matter of seconds.

“Permission to touch myself when I go back to my bunk, ma’am?”

“You’re such a good boy for asking. You may.”