A Lil Peep x Reader fanfic
Drug Abuse/ Sex/ Death/ NSFW
This is in NO OFFENSE towards Gus. I love him so much, and I wanted to write a fic for years, so im finally doing it..
Its been Six Months today since he's passed, and I want everyone to know...
Still dazed by the two Xans you took, and the whole situation that took place, it was hard to focus on the officers questions, making the process longer and take hours.
Questioning began at about 4am, and didn't end until about 6am, and the bags under your eyes could almost sell for Prada. After a whole 2 hours of questioning, all the police could obtain was that Tyler (aka Tamer) was a strip club owner who had previous rape allegations, and was killed at around 2:30am in his home by four masked killers driving a silver Ford truck.
You couldn't help much, but the truck description and four masked mens description helped with the search for the killers, or, your saviors.
You were given a ride to the police station, but, not one home. You felt like you couldn't walk home because of the high you were still on. You knew what you could do, and what you couldn't.
You searched your contacts for someone to call who wouldn't be asleep, and all of your contacts meant nothing to you. You checked your messages and saw you had a message from an unknown number with a small message and a picture. You chuckled lightly at the picture and got an idea, Would he be awake?
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You grinned at your phone at the picture, blushing lightly. You held the phone up to your ear as you heard the dial noise.
"Hello?" A groggy voice answers the phone after a few tones.
"Hey, peep? Its Y/N." You replied.
"Who?" He asked. You stood embarassed, realizing that you never told him your name.
"The girl from the diner.. I gave you my number?" You questioned, did he never save it?
"Ohhh, thats why 'cuteass' showed up on my phone. Wassup babygirl, watchu need? Its 6am so you must need something.." He trailed off.
"Well, I'm at the police station," You awkwardly chuckled. "Could you come and pick me up? I'm a little fucked up to be walking home, its a long story." You sighed.
"I'd love to hear it on the way, I'll be there in 5 babygirl." He cheered through the phone and hung up.
You smiled to yourself and shook your head. You're too fucked up, how are you feeling anything right now?
About exactly 5 minutes later
A black benz truck pulled in front of your shivering body and a smiling Peep was seen when the window rolled down. "Hop in, babygirl."
You smiled and got into the car, shutting the door and rolling up the window, you looked at your cellphone. Almost dead.
"So, where do you live?" Peep started conversation as he started to drive off. You sat frozen.
Oh my god, he doesn't know I'm poor. You think to yourself. You realized, the forensics team at Tylers mansion will be gone. You know where the spare key is. You could lie and show you're rich. You grinned to yourself. "Oh, it's nothing much. Turn left up here." You say.
What would be the big deal anyways? This guys here for like, a week, and you'll just tell a little fib while you're talking. You thought to yourself, but a hole in your stomach started to eat away at you.
You knew this wasn't the right thing to do. But you didn't care. You weren't going to be with this guy forever anyways.
"Yeah, and a right here." You nodded, as Peep drove. He was telling a story about his tattoos but you weren't listening.
Something about centipedes and halloween? Whatever.
The truck pulled up into the driveway of the familiar mansion, your eyes teared up at the events that happened just a few hours later.
"Damn, you got a lot of house." He said in awe as he looked at the mansion.
"Yeah, sure do." You smirked, You got him wrapped.
"So, text me?" He added. You nodded.
"Oh, you don't want to come in?" You grinned devilishly. If he was a celebrity, he had money, if he had money, he had drugs, and if he had drugs, you could be his girl for a little while. You felt a small pain for using him, but then again, you needed your fix.
"Oh forreal?" He smirked and turned off the truck. Luckily for you, you knew the mansion like the back of your hand.
Tamer would hold parties in his house, and you knew every nook and cranny of the house by being a server and a dancer at the parties.
"Yeah forreal." You winked. He hopped out the truck and followed you into the mansion.
You realized that the bloodstains from the recent murder would be on the carpet, so you decided to bring him to living room. You started the fireplace and lit candles and let them be the only light source in the large house.
You told Peep to wait in the room as you changed into a silk robe and skimpy lingerie.
You had to have him wrapped around your finger, and you knew just how to do it.
You started to play music on the speakers, music that would normally be playing in the strip club you worked at. You sashayed to Peep and started to move your hips. His eyes were glued to your body.
Typical. You mentally rolled our eyes. You had multiple rappers and other celebrities at the club, and all they did was watch your body.
You grinned as you saw him become more enchanted by your movement. He was slowly becoming wrapped around your finger. You slowly let the robe slip off of your body and you pulled Peep up, he was still entranced by your body and you pushed him onto the floor, the satin rub below him shifted slightly under his movement.
You slowly moved yourself on top of him and kissed up his neck.
He's going to be mine. And he's going to give me everything I want and deserve. You grinned to yourself.
He's mine.
A/N: smut warning for the next chapterrrrrrrrr <3 Sorry this ones so short.
