Rockstar oneshots :)

Picture you: Sebastian Bach

Hello peoples. So I'm gonna be working on quite a few imagines that I well post tomorrow, I would tonight but I'm tired ass fuck and won't lie writing one oneshot takes me at least and hour or two depending on if I have a vision or not. But the reason I'm say this because a couple are gonna be related to song, like this one. Song of the day is picture you by Chappell roan, my queen! I don't know why but I find it so much easier to write about a song, maybe because the vision is right in front of me??? Maybe, anyways I'll shut the hell up so you can read :)

Trigger warning: this does mention masterbation and implications of sex and alcohol so be prepared for the cringe

Fay's Pov

Draw the blinds. Light every candle. Slip off my pretty dress down my chest, while I think of you. Every night, both lips on the mirror. It's ritualistic, counting lipstick stains where you should be

As soon as I get home I throw my bag on the couch and run to my room. When I get there I light a candle in my room not caring which one it is.

Once again I had gone to a party to have fun. And once again I had run into the handsome devil himself, Sebastian Bach.

I know he's a duchess bag and a huge slut. Buuuut the man makes me feel things. And by thing I mean sexual feelings.

It's hard to hate someone with such a beautiful face. It was like the sex appeal was just oozing off of him the whole party.

Every time I think about him I can't help but get that sensation between my legs. So here I am, like many times before this, laying on my bed after slipping off my dress and touch myself at the thought of him.

Oh, I need you around. I'm getting close now

As I feel myself getting closer to my high I can't help but say his name. It's not that I meant to I just slipped out.

Do you picture me like I picture you? (Oh) Am I in the frame from your point of view? (Oh) Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say (oh) Half of the things I do, when I picture you

When I was finally done all I could do was lay down and think. Think about how stupid I was being. Masterbating to a man that's the easiest fuck ever. Why didn't I think about that before hand, it would have saved me a lot of time and effort.

But what if he only views me as an easy fuck? Kind of like I am with him funny enough. That's not all I think of him but it's the main point in times like this.

What if he's think of me right now? Doing the same thing I'm doing? Thinking the same thoughts.

Maybe if I sleep it off it won't happen again.

So, tell me now (tell me now) All your perversions (oh, oh) Am I doing research (am I?) in a mini skirt at the library in your hometown?

You'd think I'd have learned my lesson at the last party. But I didn't. And now I'm sitting on the couch talking with the man I had been fantasizing about for months.

He was talking about a fantasy that he had had about an attractive women. Saying how it started in a library around where he grew up. She was doing research but when he look at her more closely saw she was wearing a skimpy mini skirt.

He's so drunk out of his mind I doubt he even realizes what he's saying. Or he does and he just does care. Maybe a mix of both.

"She was hot, totally hot. I was gonna banged her on the library table. But then I woke up so that didn't go anywhere. But gave me a fucking boner to wake up too," he says laughing at the last part.

"That's quite the story Bach. But I hate to break it to you I don't really want to hear about that," I tell him giggling a little bit.

"Well you sat through the whole thing so you must have want to hear it at least a little bit."

"No it would just have been rude of me to tell you to shut the fuck up. So I listened, kind of."

Oh, I need you around. I'm getting close now

Do you picture me like I picture you? (Oh) Am I in the frame from your point of view? (Oh) Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say (oh) Half of the things I do, when I picture you, when I picture you

Ah, ah Ah, ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah Ah, ah-ah-ah

He laugh at my comment making me feel the familiar sensation again.

"Well I told my fantasy why don't you tell me one of yours. It's only fair right?" he says looking at me.

I lean my head back on the couch looking away from him. Was I really about to tell him my fantasies. The ones I think about him too.

"Well I don't really think that deeply about it. Just kind of imagine being touch by the other person I guess."

"Laaame," he jokes rolling his eyes.

I laugh at his reaction.

Do you picture me like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view? Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say half of the things I do, when I picture you

"Well I never asked but I'm curious. Who do you picture when you think about that stuff?" I ask him interested in who this mystery woman is.

"I'll only tell you if you tell me who you think about after."

"Alright deal. So who is it?"

"Well it would just so happen to be the person next to me. The one in a mini skirt every time I see her."

My eyes widen. He thought about me!

"Well I told you so now you need to spill the beans on who you think about miss."

"Well it's your lucky day Bach because it just so happens to be you. This my sound cheesy but I can't get you off my mind."

After staring at each other for a bit he stands up and grabs my hand.

"Why don't you come home with me and we can both get what we want? Sound good?" he ask lowering his voice.

"Sounds great. Lead the way Bach."

Finally after months of dreaming and picturing my fantasies were fulfilled. Thank god for my mini skirt, his wondering eye, and the shit ton of alcohol we drank beforehand for making us both spill our fantasies to each other.