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xxbimbobunnyxx · 3 months

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The First Time I Saw You

Summary: You and your girlfriend have some fun with Eddie in his van after one of Corroded Coffins shows. (This is the prequel to my fic See You Again, it can be read as a standalone and it doesn’t really matter what order you read them in if you do want to read both.)Wk:6.5k

Warnings: M/F/F threesome, oral (m&f receiving), fingering, hand job, like one use of “sir”, a little spanking, reader is in an established queer relationship with my OC, Dom/sub dynamics, switch!eddie, sub!reader, Dom!OC, choking, spit kink, hair pulling, van sex.18+MNDI!!

A/N: Omg okay, I finally finished this. I’ve had it half done for like 5 months and today I got this random spark to get it done!! Thank you to my beloved @babygorewhore @bimbobaggins69 & @reidsbtch for beta reading this baby for me. Divider is @firefly-graphics. Moodboard.

“I’m just going to go ask him if he wants to.” Chloe has a determined look in her eyes as she looks at the metal head across the bar having an after show drink with his friends.

“Chloe! You can’t just walk up to him and ask him if he wants to fool around with us. What if he thinks we’re creepy?”

“Baby…” She grabs your face in her hands, her blue eyes are filled with soft reassurance but also authority. “He is not going to think that. If two hot babes walked up to you and just straight up asked you if you were down to fuck what would you do?”

Your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen as you imagine yourself in that scenario.

“Damn… I guess you’re right, I’d go crazy if that happened to me…” You bit your lip, your eyes glazing over as you imagined yourself and Chloe with another woman. Or even two.

“I’m always right.” Her voice snapped you out of your slight trance. “I’m going to talk to him, do you want to stay here or do you want to come with me?”

She gave you the option, knowing how nervous you can be sometimes, letting you know without saying it that she understands if you want to wait here for her.

“I feel like it would look kinda weird if I just sat over here… I’ll go with you.” You shrugged, letting her pull you up by your hand and guide you across the bar to the table where he and his friends sat.

When you approached they all stopped talking at once, surprise evident on their faces.

“Hello boys. Eddie, may we have a word?” She barely even spared his bandmates a glance as she stared directly at him.

“Uh- Yeah, totally.” His voice shook a little as he spoke, like he was nervous.

“Cool.” She smiled at him before turning on her heel and walking towards the back door of the bar where they had a small smoking area. Her hand is still in yours, pulling you behind her.

Eddie stares after you in shock for a moment, shaking his head to make sure he isn’t dreaming. He takes a deep breath before getting up from the table to follow you outside.

Chloe leans against the wall, pulling her packs of cigarettes out of her purse and lighting one. Seconds later Eddie comes walking out the door, looking a little flustered.

“Want one?” Chloe shook her pack at him with a smirk.

“Yeah, thanks.” He went to grab one but she pulled it back before he could. Taking one from the pack herself and holding it up to his lips expectantly. He obliges, taking the stick between his lips, shivering at the feeling of her soft fingers against his skin.

She pulls the lighter from her back pocket, holding it up to his cigarette to light it. When he inhales his cheeks hallow a bit and you could just barely make out a dust of pink across them. You wanted to lick his face, if you were being honest with yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about how good he might taste, probably salty from sweating on stage, the thought made your thighs clench.

Chloe throws her arm around your shoulder, drawing you close to her side with Eddie less than a foot in front of you.

“How did you know my name?” He asked curiously, not necessarily addressing either one of you but looking between you both.

“You only yell it every time you play a show.” Chloe chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Damn. I guess you’re right. I don’t know your names though…”

“I’m Chloe… and this is my Angel of a girlfriend.” She says your name so sweetly, like you’re her grandest prize.

“I’ve uh- seen you guys around at a few shows, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself and thank you guys for always coming out. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course Eddie, I really do like your guys’ music, I remember the first show I came to a few months back I was blown away by your covers but when you played that first original song? The one with all the D&D references? I was shocked that you weren’t already famous. It was almost like it was a whole campaign worth of story packed into a few minutes.”

You spoke for the first time and Eddie almost pinched himself. You, the girl he’s been trying to find the courage to talk to for weeks are not only talking to him but you’re talking about music. His music and how you understood it. He didn’t even feel bad in that moment for trying to think of any possible way he could steal you from your girlfriend. He was pretty sure he was in love with you now.

“Wow. You really noticed that? I don’t think anyone outside of my friend group has really picked up on that, and if they have, they didn’t say anything. That’s awesome, thank you…” He was fully blushing now and he tried to hide it with a drag off his cigarette.

“She’s very observant, aren’t you baby? Especially if there’s a hot boy involved.”

Eddie stood there trying to formulate a response with eyes the size of saucers.

He looks between you and Chloe, her with a Cheshire Cat grin and you with a giggly nervous one. He was trying to wrap his mind around why you were talking to him, where you fucking with him?

“Don’t look so surprised honey, you’re hot, beautiful even.” Chloe’s voice is saccharine and dripping with lust. The compliment isn’t even directed at you and she still manages to make you feel flustered.

“Me?” He points both pointer fingers towards himself, as if there’s anyone else out there besides the three of you.

“Yeah, you. Who else?” You look at him, biting your lip to hold in a laugh.

“Oh! Well thank you… You’re uh - you’re really beautiful too, both of you.” He takes the final drag of his cigarette with shaky hands, stomping it out with his boot.

“You’re really cute when you’re nervous, did you know that?” Your girlfriend’s icy blue eyes drink Eddie in hungrily, her tongue running along her plush bottom lip.

“I have a question, well, we have a question for you.” Chloe’s boldness has always been a turn on for you, the way she sees something she wants and always gets it, drives you crazy. If it were up to you, you’d both be staring at Eddie from across the bar still. She really does complete you, in every way.

“Yeah you can uh, you can ask me anything.” His voice sounded breathless already and all you’ve done is give him a few base level compliments. You couldn’t believe you built him up to be this untouchable sex god and here he is adorably fumbling over his words.

“You wanna fool around with us? In your van maybe?” She said it like it was the most casual question in the world.

“Wha-? Do I wanna - What? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, sweetie.”

She smirked at him as she approached him, closing the distance between them.

Eddie’s eyes went wide and his breathing picked up. His heart was beating so fast he was scared you could hear it from a few feet away. Chloe brings her hand up to cup his cheek, running her thumb along his bottom lip, spreading the spit around that had collected there from him nervously licking it.

She was pleasantly surprised when he took the digit into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and swirling his tongue.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.”

•

That’s how you found yourself giggling with your girlfriend and Eddie Munson as you climbed into the back of his 1971 Chevrolet Beauville. It was surprisingly clean, which you assumed was partly due to the fact that all the gear he must normally store back here was all still inside. There were a few pillows and blankets stacked in one corner and he hastily spread them out for you.

As soon as he sat down next to you Chloe was crawling into his lap, straddling him.

“You gonna be a good boy for me? I’ll only let you play with my girl if you’re good.” She snakes both of her hands into his hair and tugs, causing him to let out a groan that went straight between your legs.

“Yeah I’ll uh - I’ll be good, promise.” He nodded the best he could with your girlfriend's hands still tangled in his hair and you felt the wetness in your panties grow as you watched him submit to her so easily.

“Good. Kiss her.” Chloe uses her grip on his hair to turn his head toward you before releasing it.

You turn your head to meet his and eagerly smash your lips together. His lips are soft and he tastes like the cigarette he just smoked and the beer he was drinking earlier but there was something else there that was just him and you wanted more. You turn your body towards him so you can throw your leg over Chloe’s and press your pussy against his thigh. Your hand comes up between them to rest on his chest and you subconsciously start to grind against him. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you immediately grant him access, the taste of him enhancing tenfold.

“Baby.” Your girlfriend’s voice causes you to break the kiss and look at her immediately, always eager to please her, always her girl good. “Why don’t you take your panties off and sit on Eddie’s lap?”

Eddie’s eyes roll back and he nearly chokes at the thought of you in his lap. You nod eagerly and Chloe slides off of him so you can switch places with her. You crawl into his lap, your wet pussy pressing directly against his hard cock causing you to let out a breathy moan.

“Hi Eddie.” You look at him almost innocently but your hips grind down on him sinfully and he wants to fucking eat you alive. But he also wants to be respectful of the dynamic you have with your girl. He wanted to be good for her, wanted to hear her say those two words again… good boy. He never thought he would be into something like that but the way Chloe looks at him and talks to him makes him want to do whatever she says.

“Hey princess, you’re so pretty.” He brings his hands up to cup your face, running his thumbs along your cheeks as he looks at you almost lovingly and it makes your head spin.

Before you have time to process his gentleness you feel Chloe’s hand wrap around your throat from behind, pulling your head back towards her.

“Now, I didn’t give you permission to kiss him, did I baby?” Her voice is almost a growl and makes you subconsciously grind down on Eddie again, causing him to throw his head back and moan.

“No - no - you didn’t. I’m sorry.” You whimpered, feeling your head starting to go fuzzy for her already.

“That’s okay, I’ll let it slide just this once, because I know you're excited. Now be a good girl for me and bend over.” She releases your neck, pushing you by your back so your chest is flush against Eddie and your ass is in the air. She lands a harsh smack on your left cheek causing you to jerk forward and yelp.

Her fingers easily sliding through your slick lips and over your already sensitive clit.

“Mmm baby girl, you’re so wet for us already, you’re practically dripping and we’ve barely even started. This slutty little pussy is just so desperate huh?” Without warning she shoves two fingers knuckle deep inside you, they slip in and she hooks her fingers, finding that spot inside you that makes you go crazy with ease.

You push back against her fingers, your bare clit rubbing against the rough material of Eddie’s jeans causing you to let out a moan that makes him feel like he’s going to bust before he even has his cock out.

“Can I kiss Eddie now, please please? I promise I’ll be sooo mmmm - so good. FUCK!” Chloe’s fingers pick up speed, your hips meeting every thrust and your clit dragging deliciously against the metal head underneath you. You feel yourself getting close already, your hips subconsciously grind back, fucking yourself harder against her fingers. You're about to tip over the edge when she pulls her fingers from you, causing you to whine at the loss.

“Don’t be greedy, baby. I’m gonna let you cum. Eventually.” Her hand comes down on your ass again and you full on moan this time, desperate for anything. “Why don’t you scoot down and suck Eddie off while I eat this pretty pussy? Bet you’d like that huh?”

“Uh huh - yes please…” you lift your head from Eddie’s chest so you can look into his big brown eyes. He’s giving you this look like he wants to eat you alive but there’s a hint of nervousness underlying there and you want to wash it away. “Would you like that Eddie? Want me to suck you off?”

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want that, sweetheart…” He bites his lip, his eyes roaming your face, tits, neck. He wants to mark you all over. He wants to bend you over and rail you into the floor of his van but he also wants to be respectful of the dynamic you have with your girlfriend. He’s never done this with two girls before and he really doesn’t want to fuck it up.

You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere in the van behind you. Eddie’s eyes look like they’re literally going to pop out of his head when he sees that you aren’t wearing a bra, your bare tits now on display. He just wants to latch onto a nipple and never stop sucking.

“Take this stuff off, I wanna see you…” You tug on his jacket and battle vest, then pull on the front of his band tee. A pout set on your lips. You don’t have time to enjoy the show though because you’re being pulled by your ankles down Eddie’s body. Your bare nipples rub against the rough denim of his jeans and you moan at the feeling.Chloe tugs on you until your face level with the metal heads crotch, and then she grabs you by the hips, hiking your ass in the air. You barely have time to process her movements before she licks from your clit and up your slit, slipping her tongue between your wet folds.

“Oh fuuuuck.” You moan as you look up Eddie, his top half is now bare. He has tattoos on his chest, black ink against alabaster skin, his hair is already a slight mess, and he’s panting as he watches your girlfriend devour you from behind. Your fingers reach for his belt buckle, undoing it with ease, then you make quick work of his button and zipper. You tug on his waistband and he helps you pull his pants over his ass by lifting his hips. When his cock springs free it hits his bare stomach and you can’t hold in your gasp at the sight of him.

He’s huge. Thick and long. There’s a bead of precum dripping from his tip and he’s so hard it almost looks painful. You hold eye contact with him while you spit on your hand before taking his shaft in your now slick palm. You stroke him gently a few times before taking his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The moan that leaves him is one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard and you want to hear him do it again and again so you take more of him in your mouth, still using your hand to stroke what isn’t being devoured by your lips and tongue.

Chloe takes your clit in her mouth and sucks hard, her tongue flicking against the bud. You feel two of her fingers circle your entrance before she’s inserting them back inside you, pulling a loud moan from you. Eddie throws his head back at the feeling of your mouth vibrating around him. You take the rest of him in your mouth, your nose nestled against the patch of coarse hair at the base of his cock.

“Oh fuck - fuck - sweetheart, oh god.” He throws his head back against the back of the driver's seat, exposing the long expanse of his neck. You want to cover him in bruises so he won’t be able to forget about you for weeks.

He glances down at you. Drool is dripping from the sides of your mouth and onto his balls and you’re looking up at him through your lashes. You aren’t moving your head but you’re swirling your tongue around his shaft and he swears If you don’t let him breathe in a second he’s going to bust down your throat. You pull off of him with a pop, much to his relief.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna - fucking cum.” Eddie watches as your eyes roll in the back of your head before your face falls forward onto his bare stomach. Your hands grab onto his sides, your nails digging into his skin deliciously. He looks up at Chloe and she’s already staring at him with a glint in her eyes. Her face is still buried in between your legs and she’s sucking on your clit like her life depends on it. She curls her fingers just right and that’s all it takes. She feels your walls tighten around her digits and a loud moan leaves your lips. You shove your hips against her face as hard as you can, chasing every last second of your high. He’s pretty sure he could cum just fucking watching this.

“Good fucking girl, that’s my good girl.” She sits up, rubbing her hand over the globes of your ass, soothing you as you come back down to earth. She leans over you and brings the fingers that were inside you to Eddie’s lips. “Open up, pretty boy.”

You raise your head just in time to watch him take her fingers into her mouth, his plush pink lips wrapping around her slender slick covered digits. He moans at the taste of you and it causes you to whimper. God they’re both so hot.

You feel her weight lift off of you and raise your head from Eddie’s stomach, looking over your shoulder at her. You watch her crawl forward and snake her fingers into Eddie’s curly mane, pulling his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. You watch the way his thick ringed fingers wrap around her plush hips through her ripped jean shorts and it makes you clench your thighs. She’s wearing too many clothes for your liking. Chloe is always first and foremost a giver, to the point that she often forgets about herself. But you never forget.

You push yourself up on your knees so you can come up behind her and rest your hands on top of Eddie’s. You push her cherry red hair to the side and place sloppy wet kisses along the column of her throat. You hear gaspy little muffled moans leaving her lips as Eddie continues to devour her mouth with his own. You snake your hands around her waist, reaching for her studded belt, you unbuckle it as your kisses start to travel down her tank top strap covered shoulder. You undo her shorts the rest of the way so you can shove your hand down the front of them, your fingers easily finding her slick lips. You gather her wetness before bringing the tips of your digits to her clit, circling it.

“Oh my god, baby girl, yes.” She throws her head back against your shoulder as you insert two fingers inside her, your palm grinding down on her clit as you thrust them inside her.

Eddie pushes her cut up band tee over her chest, revealing her also braless tits. God, you guys were going to fucking kill him. They were so nice it took him a second to do more than stare. You couldn’t blame him, your girlfriend's tits were one of your favorite parts of her. Chloe has big tits, there’s no other way to say it. They’re supple and she has great nipples and you could suck on them for hours. After a second he breaks from his trance, roughly taking them in his large hands. He pinches her already hard nipples between his fingers and it causes her to whine. One of your favorite sounds.

“Spit.” She holds her hand in front of your mouth and you oblige, letting a string of spit fall into her palm. She brings it to Eddie’s cock, immediately jerking him off hard and fast. A loud groan rips through him as he leans forward and takes one of her nipples in his mouth.

You shove her shorts down her hips and she helps you kick them off her boot covered feet. Your hand finds her center again, plunging two fingers deep inside her while your palm continues its assault on her clit. She’s still jerking Eddie off and he’s mouthing all over her tits, leaving them covered in his spit. It’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. You curl your fingers against her g-spot and bring your lips to suck on that spot on her neck you know drives her crazy.

“Fuck- oh my fucking goddd! Yeah, you guys are so good for me, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” Chloe pants and her hips start to move in tandem with your hand, the hand she’s jerking Eddie off with is merely holding onto his shaft now and you can feel her walls clench around you.

“Please cum for me, I’ll be so so good for you, I just want you to cum. You’re so pretty when you cum.” You’re pathetically begging for her to fall apart for you but you don’t even care, you just want to make her feel good.

“Ohmyfuckinggod - I’m cumming!!” Her hips pick up speed and her arm shoots out behind her to grab onto your hair, pulling it while her walls spasm around your fingers. You fuck them into her until she grabs your wrist and uses it to pull your fingers from her core. Eddie reaches over to grab your hand, greedily sucking her juices from you. “I think I wanna ride you now, pretty boy. What do you say?”

“Oh god, fucking yes please.” His voice is needy and desperate and you want to bottle it up and listen to it on repeat on a rainy day.

You watch as Chloe throws her leg over his thighs so she can straddle his lap, her bare cunt making contact with his shaft. They both moan in unison at the feeling, her hips move back and forth to glide her slick lips along his cock. You watch as she raises up to her knees, she takes him in her hand and lines him up with her entrance. Chloe isn’t one to be slow, with anything really, so she immediately slams all the way down on his cock. Grinding her hips flush against him.

“Holy fucking shit, oh my god - fuck - you feel so good.” He grabs handfuls of her thick ass as she grinds down on him, her tits swaying deliciously in his face. Then she starts bouncing, hard and fast. You watch the way her pussy sucks him in over and over again, and whimper at the sight. You can see a milky ring of your girlfriend’s arousal around the base of Eddie’s cock and you find yourself wanting to lick it. But his jeans are in the way, so you make quick work of his boots, pulling them off along with his jeans.

“Shit - thank you sweetheart - ohmyfuck!” Eddie lets out a loud moan when you lean forward and lick across his balls. You take one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before repeating the action on the other side. You swirl your tongue along his sack before licking up to where him and Chloe are connected. Both their moans increase when they feel your tongue wrap around the back of Eddie’s shaft, licking at your girlfriend’s milky cum.

“Oh baby girl, fuck that feels so good.” Chloe moans when you slip your tongue inside her along Eddie’s cock, fucking it into her a few times. “Come up here though, wanna see your pretty face when I cum.”

You crawl over to her, sitting on your knees beside her. She takes your face in her hands, kissing you roughly, moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue.

“Give Eddie a kiss too baby.” She grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, using her grip to turn your face toward Eddie. He grabs your face in his hands, slamming his lips against yours. He immediately swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and you intertwine it with yours. Chloe is still riding him like her life depends on it, causing him to moan into your mouth. “You should choke her Eddie, you can be rough with her if you want, that’s okay with me.”

If that wasn’t music to his fucking ears. He’s wanted to just grab you and fucking take you this entire time, your submissive demeanor was driving him insane. He wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but now that he didn’t have to? Fuck. He was going to wreck you.

“You want that baby? Want me to be rough with you?” He grabs your jaw in his hand, pinching your cheeks together. The look in his eyes was different now, more feral.

“God, yes.” He takes the chance immediately, the hand on your jaw coming down to squeeze your throat just right. “I want you to use me Eddie.”

“That’s so fucking hot.” Chloe moans, picking up the pace of her thrusts on Eddie’s cock.

“I still haven’t gotten my hands on this pussy, take your skirt off for me, princess.” He groans when he feels Chloe’s pussy clench around him, releasing your throat so you can throw off your skirt and shoes. When you return to his side his fingers glide down your body, between your tits, over your mound. He slides them between your legs, gathering your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for us. I wanna make you cum.” He cups your pussy, thrusting his palm against your clit. The tips of his fingers dip into your dripping hole every few thrusts but never go fully inside you. You're so wet his hand is practically gliding against you and it’s making noises you’d be embarrassed of if you weren’t so turned on. “You want my fingers baby?”

“Uh huh - yeah please, sir.” Your eyes are wide and glassy, the name slipping out of you almost subconsciously. Eddie nearly cums at the sound. Chloe is still riding him like it’s her job, one of her hands in his hair, tugging it deliciously. Her other hand reaches out to replace Eddie’s around your throat and your eyes roll back.

“I think you can cum like this though, don’t you? I think I want the next thing inside you to be my cock.” His palm speeds up against your pussy, determined to pull an orgasm from you and Chloe both. He hopes he isn’t talking out of his ass though, because he’s honestly trying so hard not to bust his load right now.

“I think he’s right baby, I think you’re such a desperate little slut you can get off just from grinding on Eddie’s palm.” Chloe uses her grip on your throat to pull your face close to hers, her signature Cheshire grin painted across her lips.

Eddie plants his feet on the floor of the van, using his free hand to grip onto Chloe’s ass as he starts to meet her erratic thrusts. You can tell she’s getting close when her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back. Her grip on her throat tightens and she’s letting out those whiny moans that she only lets slip when she’s about to cum. You bring your hand between their bodies so you can rub circles on her clit. It only takes a few seconds before she’s tipping over the edge. Her walls clench around Eddie’s cock, her hand on your throat still cutting off your air supply in the most perfectly delicious way. Eddie’s using every ounce of strength he has not to cum right now, his hand still thrusting in tandem with your hips. He leans forward and bites into your shoulder and the feeling sends you over the edge. Your whole body tenses, your legs clamping shut on his hand and you reach out to grab onto his forearm so you don’t fall over.

“Oh fuck - I’m gonna-“ Eddie can’t hold it anymore, everything feels so good, you’re both so fucking hot he’s felt like he was going to bust since you first walked up to him in the bar. But then suddenly Chloe is pulling off of him. His cock slips from her warm walls and his release is taken with it.

“Not yet, pretty boy. Don’t you wanna fuck my girls pretty little pussy too? She’s so desperate for it. Look at her.” Chloe grabs your jaw roughly and you whimper, you still have Eddie’s hand clamped between your legs and there’s drool dripping from the side of your mouth. Your chest rises and falls rapidly and your lips are kiss swollen, your mascara running lightly. Eddie wanted to fucking ruin you.

“Fuck, you know I do. You want that, angel face? Want me to fuck you?” He teases your entrance with his fingers again, dipping his fingertips just barely inside before pulling his hand away entirely.

“Please.” You whimper.

“Be a good girl for us and get on your hands and knees.” Chloe squishes your cheeks together, shaking your head from side to side before releasing you from her grip. Eddie grabs one of the pillows and drops in in front of you, the sweet gesture despite the fact that you know he’s about to fucking rail the shit out of you warms your insides in a different way. You place your knees on the pillow, resting your hands on the blanket underneath you. You arch your back so your ass is in the air and you hear two seperate groans behind you.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” Eddie growls, coming up behind you on his knees and roughly grabbing your hips in his big hands.

“Baby, come lay in front of me, I wanna taste you.” You whine, patting the space in front of you on the ground. Chloe chuckles at your neediness, coming around to lay on her back in front of you. She spreads her legs and it’s your turn to groan. She’s so wet, the moonlight shining through the dusty van windows makes it glisten. Eddie runs his cock through your folds as you lean down to place wet kisses on her inner thighs. You lay your lower half down flat so you can hook your arms around her legs. You look into her blue eyes as you spit on her pussy, sticking your tongue out to lick a stripe up her slit before swirling it around her clit.

“Fuck yes baby.” She groans, her fingers lace through your hair and tug your face closer to her so she can grind against your outstretched tongue.

Eddie pushes the head of his cock inside of you and pulls it out a few times, teasing you. You push your hips back against him and are met with a harsh smack on your ass. The metal of his rings stings in the best way and you moan into Chloe’s pussy, the vibrations sending her eyes to the back of her head.

“I was trying to take my time a little, but since you wanna be greedy about it…” He shoves his cock all the way inside you in one rough thrust. He grabs onto your ass, grinding his hips against your own while he is nestled deep inside you. The stretch felt so good, you’re so wet and needy it almost felt like your pussy was sucking him in. He pulls out slowly before slamming back into you roughly, and then he does it again, and again, and again. Each thrust nearly knocks the wind out of you, you whimper and moan against your girlfriend’s wet cunt, driving her insane.

“Oh fuuuuuck, your pussy is sucking me in baby girl. You feel so fucking good.” He picks up speed then, his hips smack against yours and your pussy is so wet you can hear his cock slipping in and out of you. It feels so fucking good you can hardly focus on eating Chloe out anymore. Your tongue is hanging from your mouth while she uses your hair as leverage to thrust against it.

“Yeah baby, keep your tongue out for me. Let us use you.” She pulls your hair harder, her hips eagerly rutting against your mouth.

One of Eddie’s hands snakes between your legs to find your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He’s fucking you so fast and deep, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“I’m gonna fucking - shit - I’m gonna fucking cum ohmygod.” Chloe’s thrusts against your face become erratic and you know what she needs, even in your fucked our state. You wrap your lips around her clit and suck as she continues to grind against you, it only takes a few seconds for her back to be arching off the ground, her legs clamping shut around your head. She whines as she humps against your face, riding out her high. She pushes your head off of her when it becomes too much. “Okay, fuck sensitive.”

You release her clit from your lips, pushing up on your hands again while Eddie continues to fuck you like a man possessed. He gathers your hair in his hand, turning it into a makeshift ponytail and using it to pull your back flush against his chest.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck, oh god, Eddie! You’re so deep, feels so - so good.” Eddie can tell you’re getting close by the way you’re babbling and your pussy is clenching around him. “Choke me Eddie.”

He releases the grip on your hair to grab onto your throat instead, applying the perfect amount of pressure that has your vision just the right amount of hazy. He’s still fucking you so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if the slapping of your hips was echoing through the entire parking lot.

“You guys look so fucking sexy, damn.” Chloe is propped up on her elbows now, watching as Eddie pushes you closer to the edge on his cock. She comes over to you, taking your face in her hands and kissing you passionately. She kisses down your jaw, stopping to run her tongue along Eddie’s fingers that are around your throat, she kisses all over your tits, licking and sucking your nipples. She continues her descent down your body, before leaning down to take your clit into her mouth. She swirls her tongue at the exact time that Eddie hits that perfect spot inside you and it has you seeing stars.

“I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” Your body shakes in Eddie’s hold and your pussy is gripping him so tight he can’t take it anymore, cumming right along with you. He pumps into you while you both ride out your highs, filling you with his cum.

He pulls out of you slowly, holding onto your hips so you don’t fall forward.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You let out a deep breath, letting yourself fall onto the blanket on your back.

“Yeah. Holy shit.” Eddie chuckles as he lowers himself down beside you.

“Jesus fucking Christ, holy shit, is right. That was amazing.” Chloe beams, laying down on her side facing you. She cups your jaw in her hand, leaning down to kiss you gently. “You did so good baby, you were such a good girl for us. Was it all you dreamed of?”

“Wait!” Eddie’s head whips towards you, his eyes wide. “You dreamed about this?”

“Oh pretty boy, you have no idea how long we’ve been fantasizing about you. Her longer than me. She’s been rubbing it out to the thought of you since the first time she saw you.” Chloe chuckles and you playfully smack her arm.

“Chloe! Shut up!!!” You feel your insides warm with embarrassment.

“Honestly? That’s so fucking hot, angel face, and pretty funny too. Considering I’ve been jerking off to the thought of you too.” He gives you this goofiest lopsided smile that calms your nerves. “I honestly felt like a little bit of a creep. Especially once you started bringing Chloe around, I felt like a perverted douche thinking about you guys together.”

“Psh!! If you’re a perv then so are we! We’ve literally talked about you while we were fucking, you’re good.” You giggle.

“Yeah, well I guess we are just a bunch of pervs then.” Eddie giggles along with you and Chloe smiles. She thinks you guys are cute, really cute. She kind of wants to keep Eddie around.

“Hey pretty boy, do you think we could see you again sometime?” She smirks at him, hopeful.

“Fuck. You know I’d say yes in an instant… but I’m actually leaving next week, this was our last show before our first tour. We got signed!” Eddie never thought he would be sad about that fact, until this moment.

“Oh Eddie!! That’s so awesome!! I’m so proud of you guys! I knew you could do it!” You give him that sweet smile that melts his heart, and he can’t help but lean in and kiss you. You return it happily.

“That’s fucking dope dude, you guys deserve that shit!” Chloe raises her hand to high five him, he returns it happily before grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Thanks, pretty girl.” He smirks at her, and she blushes. She tries to cover it up with a scoff and a roll of her eyes, but you saw it.

“Wanna get a celebratory breakfast with us at least? There’s a 24 hour diner around the corner.” You smile at him hopefully.

“I’d love to, my lady.” He smiles at you sweetly, and your heart melts.

The three of you spend hours at the diner, laughing and talking, getting to know each other. It’s almost bittersweet how well you all get along. It makes you wish you had spoken to him sooner. But who knows, maybe one day when Eddie Munson is rich and famous, you’ll see him again.

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Game On - Sirius Black x Reader Smut

Request: what do you think of established relationship sirius black x fem!reader edging + desperate banging (maybe overstimulation done by who u choose to be the one that snaps first as a sort of “punishment” even tho they’re both in this together 💀)

sirius and reader share the same braincells and are in a very lovey-dovey relationship but one day they feel bored and want to try adding a little ✨spice✨ into their relationship, so they come up with this plan to shake things up a bit: they get dressed up to look their best and go to a club/pub/etc where they flirt with other people while looking at each other till one of them snaps and drags the other to a bathroom or another secluded place and desperately go at it with each other

AN - one thing i love about you guys is that when i ask for smut requests, i know that you'll deliver!! Also, if you guys would like, i can write a part 2/ alternat ending where sirius loses the competition and ends up in the same situation as reader…?

Warnings: this starts off fine but by the end gets pretty filthy. Nothing too weird but -contains: light bondage, edging, slight overstimulation. 3.3k words

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sirius asked as her zipped up his girlfriend’s dress. They were stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, and he gazed at her reflection as he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

“I’m sure. It was my idea after all.”

“I know. I’m just making sure.”

They had been inseparable since their school days, the two of them practically joined at the hip. Yet, within the comfort of their connection, a desire for something new lingered. It was something that they had mulled over countless times, the idea of injecting some excitement into their relationship. When Y/N mentioned the idea, Sirius readily agreed.

The agenda for the evening was a competition of sorts. They were going to head to one of the local bars, each of them going their separate ways upon arrival. It was a test of wills to see who would crack with jealously as they both flirted and danced with strangers.

“You’re going down, Black.” Y/N smiled cheekily, pecking him on the lips as she grabbed her bag and headed to the door.

“Game on.” he grinned.

The bar that they had chosen was heaving. From the moment they entered, they were enveloped in a kaleidoscope of colours. Neon lights danced across the walls, casting vibrant hues of pink, purple and blue onto the mass of people dancing. The room itself wasn’t very big, a bar lined one wall, and a large dancefloor took centre stage, tall tables filled the space in between. It was large enough so that Y/N and Sirius could distance themselves, but small enough that they could constantly keep an eye on each other.

They both headed towards the bar, eager to get a drink. Sirius went to one end, Y/N to the other. Y/N slipped onto one of the tall bar stools, resting her chin in her hand as she waited for the bartender to come and take her order.

“What can I get for you, gorgeous?” the bartender asked, leaning forward slightly. Caught off guard, Y/N felt a faint flush creep onto her cheeks.

“Surprise me.” she replied playfully.

His grin widened at her response as he accepted the challenge. With practiced ease, he made her a cocktail, his hands moving gracefully as he poured and mixed with precision. As he slid the drink across the bar towards her, their fingers brushed briefly, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins.

Sirius was at the other end of the bar lounged against the polished surface; whisky glass perched in his ring clad fingers. His gaze swept across the crowded room planning his next move. As he sipped his drink, his attention was momentarily diverted to his girlfriend at the other side of the bar, engaged in animated conversation with the bartender. ‘Damn, she’s quick,’ he thought as a flicker of emotion crossed his features before he masked it with a playful grin, catching her eye and raising his glass in a silent toast. He quickly downed the rest of his drink before ordering another.

It didn’t take long for him to find someone to flirt with, as he scanned the room he locked eyes with a girl sat alone at one of the tall tables towards the dance floor. Grabbing his drink, he made his way over. Sirius flashed a charming smile as he approached the girl, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Mind if I join you?” he had already pulled out the chair before giving her time to answer.

“Depends,” the girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with amusement, “Are you planning on buying me a drink?”

“Of course.” Sirius replied with a mock-indignant tone, “What’s your poison?”

By the time Sirius headed back to the bar to buy their drinks, Y/N had already left. He glanced around for her, expecting her to be still chatting to the bartender, but she wasn’t there. Sirius frowned a little, scouring the bar for sight of his girlfriend as he waiting for their drinks to be made. He found her as he headed back to the table, she was sat directly opposite from him on the other side of the room. Her head was thrown back as she laughed at whatever it was that whoever she was talking to said.

As Sirius approached the bar to order their drinks, he realised that Y/N was no longer there. Confusion flickered across his features as he had half-expected her to still be engaged in conversation with the bartender.

Frowning slightly, Sirius cast a searching gaze around the bar, his eyes darting from one corner to the next in a bid to locate his girlfriend. It wasn’t until he got back to the table that he spotted her, seated across the room from him, her laugher ringing out amidst the lively atmosphere. A pang of jealously stirred within him as he watched Y/N interact with the man she was sat with. He took a sip of his drink, determined not to let her win their little competition.

As Sirius sat back down, the girl’s eyes lit up with amusement, her lips curling into a playful smile as she took in his arrival.

“Well, well, look who’s back,” she teased, “I was starting to think you’d abandoned me for good.”

Sirius chuckled, sliding into the chair opposite her with a grin, “Sorry about that. Had to navigate through the crowd of admirers just to get our drinks.”

“Well, I’m flattered you braved the crowds for me.”

Sirius let out an amused laugh, but he couldn’t keep his attention off of Y/N. Although the conversation between Sirius and the girl flowed effortlessly, each sentence punctuated with flirtatious banter, he spent every spare second eyeing up his girlfriend.

As soon as Y/N saw that Sirius had gone to sit with another girl, she knew that she had to take it up a level. There was absolutely no way that she was giving him the satisfaction of winning. After her short conversation with the bartender, another man had approached her and offered to buy her a drink which she politely accepted. He led her over to the table that he was sat on, and much to Y/N’s amusement, it was directly opposite from Sirius.

“You have a gorgeous smile, by the way.” the man said, reaching a hand out to touch her arm.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, won’t it?” Y/N smirked.

“I certainly hope so.”

As Y/N and Sirius found themselves engrossed in conversations across the crowded club, a subtle game of jealousy unfolded between them, each vying to capture the other’s attention. Y/N had really upped the flirtatiousness, laughing slightly louder than usual, leaving lingering touches on the man’s arm. She couldn’t help but look over at Sirius, her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of his reaction.

It was only when Y/N saw Sirius lean in a little too closely to the girl that she knew she needed to up her game.

“Wanna dance?” she asked.

He had introduced himself, but the name slipped from her mind almost as soon as he said it. Adam? Alex? Aaron. It didn’t matter much to her, to be honest. She wasn’t particularly invested in him, merely seeing him as a means to an end in her quest to provoke Sirius. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for his unwitting role in her scheme. Nevertheless, Adam/Alex/Aaron seemed eager enough to accept her invitation to dance.

As they moved to the music, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way that Sirius’s gaze lingered on them from across the room. With each movement, she could feel his eyes burning into her, a silent testament to the effect that she was having on him.

Feeling a surge of exhilaration, Y/N leaned in closer to her dance partner, her movements growing more playful with each passing moment. She glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with Sirius, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Sirius, quite frankly, had had enough. Still locking eyes with his girlfriend, he picked up his glass and drained the contents before turning to the girl (who he had now found out was called Jess) and asked her to dance.

“Fancy a dance then?”

“You don’t strike me as much of a dancer.” she narrowed her eyes at him skeptically.

“Guess you’ll have to find out then, won’t you?” he replied, extending his hand towards her.

Y/N and Sirius were now only a few meters apart, both dancing with their respective partners. With each playful twirl and flirtatious touch, Y/N felt a pang of jealously gnaw at her insides. Her jaw clenched slightly as she fought to keep her composure. As the music pounded, Y/N’s movements became more deliberate, each step calculated to catch Sirius’s attention. Just as she was sure that Sirius was near to reaching breaking point, she saw red. A fleeting look over at Sirius had revealed the girl’s hands tangled in his hair as she reached up on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. Sirius had laughed, his hand resting on her waist. With her heart pounding in her chest, she approached Sirius, tugging sharply on his arm.

“You win.”

“Well, I hate to say I told you so.” Sirius teased, his tone laced with playful arrogance, “But I did warn you that you wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed a hold of his hand and led him out of the bar.

“You’re awfully eager to get home for someone that has quite a hefty forfeit waiting for them.” he mused, “you did remember that part of the game, right?”

“As if I could forget.” Y/N fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock their front door, “It’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

“Yeah? Did you get jealous, baby?” Sirius kicked the front door shut behind him, swiftly pressing Y/N against the wall, “You were trying so hard to get me to bite, weren’t you?”

Sirius had suddenly switched, his eyes darkening as he pressed himself against her. Y/N’s head was tipped back against the wall as he pressed sloppy, desperate kisses up the collum of her neck.

“You better head upstairs, you’ve got a long night ahead of you, gorgeous.”

Within minutes of being in their bedroom, Sirius had her naked, and spread out on the bed, her hand expertly tied to the headboard. He on the other hand, was fully clothed, save for his white dress shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest revealing the tattoos that adorned his skin. He stood at the edge of their bed, staring down at her cockily.

“Poor girl.” he tutted, “You wanted to win so bad, didn’t you? Didn’t want to be the one tied up and teased when we got home, did you? Was a silly idea from you, really, because you were never going to win.”

“I was close.” Y/N argued, “You nearly snapped first. ‘Saw it in your eyes when I was dancing.”

“Mhm. I didn’t like that he had his hands all over you. That’s my job.” Sirius said, “I almost feel bad for him –s pending his night talking to you when all you could think about all night was how good I was going to fuck you when we got home.”

Y/N whined, tugging against her restraints. Sirius just chuckled, kneeling down on the edge of the bed, nudging her legs open.

“That’s right, isn’t it? I bet every time he touched you, all you could think about was me. How I’d be making you beg for me as soon as we got home.”

“Sirius, please.”

“This wet already?” he slid a finger through her folds, “Were you soaked all night just thinking about me?”

Y/N groaned and nodded. She knew Sirius would get like this if he won and she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t enjoying every single second of it.

“Y-yes, Sirius, been thinking about you all night.”

He smirked as he pushed one of his fingers inside of her, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He pumped it inside a few times before slowly adding another one.

“So eager for me.” he murmured, “It’s going to be a little while before I let you come though.”

“I know...” Y/N whispered, “Just, don’t stop. Please.”

Sirius didn’t need to be told twice. He had no intentions of stopping any time soon. Dipping his head down to meet the sensitive flesh, he licked a slow deliberate stripe over her clit. Y/N struggled, yanking against her restraints, desperate to weave her hands through his hair. When Sirius pulled away, her hips bucked up instinctively, eager to have his touch.

“How many times do you think I need to edge you before you go completely dumb for me?” Sirius asked, sickly sweet smile on his face, “Usually five does the trick doesn’t it? But tonight, you seem so desperate already. I don’t think it’ll take that many at all.”

“Please. Not five.” she whimpered, looking down at him pleadingly.

“No?”

Sirius sat up, raking a hand through his dark hair as he reached down into the box that they kept tucked under their bed. Y/N’s eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was searching for. She heard it before she saw it, the soft buzzing sound that filled the room. Sirius pressed the vibrator gently against her clit, resuming his previous position and sliding two fingers back inside of her.

“Good girl.” he cooed, “Feel good, baby?”

Y/N nodded, her head tipped back against the pillows, mouth slightly open. Sirius turned the vibrator up notch, causing a soft moan to fall from her lips. The girl’s hips rocked forward onto Sirius’s fingers, earning a smirk from him.

“Tell me when you get close.”

A few moments passed, the motion of her hips becoming quicker, trying to meet the rhythm of Sirius’s thrusts.

“C-close.” she gasped, her eyes screwing shut, “Can I come?”

“Nope.”

Sirius turned the vibrator off and removed his fingers. Y/N whimpered at the loss of stimulation, frowning down at her boyfriend.

“Don’t look so disappointed. You knew this was going to happen when we decide to do our little competition,” Sirius nipped at the skin of her inner thigh, making her flinch, “You picked the punishments, baby. You really thought you were going to win, didn’t you? Wanted to have me all tied up and desperate?”

“I’ll win next time. Just hated how she was touching you.”

“Next time?” Sirius cocked his head at her, “You’re very confident for someone who’s all tied up right now.”

“Shut u-”

Y/N didn’t get chance to finish her sentence as Sirius switched the vibrator on and pressed it firmly back against her clit.

“Remember your manners.”

Sirius continued his routine of playing around with the settings out the vibrator while simultaneously fucking his girlfriend with his fingers. He knew exactly what got her going so it was no surprise that a few minutes later she was thrashing around on the bed begging him to keep going.

“No.”

“Please, Sirius.”

“I said no.”

He pressed his fingers upwards, hitting her just right, getting her just teetering on the edge of orgasm before quickly switching the vibrator off and leaving her empty once more.

“Getting so wet for me, darling.” He held his fingers up so that she could see. Her wetness had coated his fingers and Sirius smiled proudly as he showed them to her, “Wanna taste?”

Before she could reply, he pushed his fingers passed her lips, now slightly swollen from her biting down on them. She groaned, taking them into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his digits.

“Dirty girl.” he said, taking his fingers out and guiding them back inside of her pussy. Just as he did before, her brought her to the edge again. And again.

By the fourth time she was denied orgasm, her skin was glistening with sweat, her hips bucking up erratically each time he threated to remove his fingers. Her lips were read and bitten, her breath coming out in short bursts.

“Sirius, please, please just let me come.”

He ignored her, lazily drawing circles over her sensitive clit with his thumb.

“Fuck. Sirius, please. God, I need it.”

“But you sound so pretty when you beg, baby. Would be such a shame if I stopped now...” he let his voice trail off, taking in her frustrated expression for a moment before continuing, “But, seen as you asked so nicely...”

He stood up and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, sliding it over his toned arms and removing it. Not quite being done with the teasing, he decided to take his time getting undressed, leaving his girlfriend laying tied up and needy on the bed as she watched. He neatly folded his shirt and placed it on the chair in the corner of the room. Smirking, he stood at the foot of the bed, deft fingers removing his belt and dropping it to the floor with a clatter, he shoved his trousers and boxers down and took his cock into his hand, pumping it a few times.

“God, you look fucking gorgeous.” he all but pounced on top of her, nuzzling his face into her neck.

It was as it something had switched in his brain, the teasing and tormenting now long forgotten as some primal urge took over. He needed to be inside her. His lips collided with hers, the kiss hungry and urgent. He undid her restraints with one hand, not even breaking contact with her lips.

He lined himself up with her entrance, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pushed his way inside. Their moans mixed together as he entered. Having use of her hands back, Y/N couldn’t wait to touch him. Her hands moving rapidly up to tangle in his hair. Sirius rested his forehead against hers as he thrust his hips, the chain that hung from his neck dangling in her face, the cool metal cold against her flushed skin.

“You getting close, love?” Sirius asked, feeling his girlfriend tense up around him.

“Y-yeah. So close.” she let out a ragged breath, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“Come for me, baby.”

Sirius increased his pace, driving her once more to the edge of orgasm, however, this time, he didn’t stop as she reached her peak, maintaining the steady rhythm of his thrusts as her orgasm came crashing down. She dragged her nails down his back causing him to let out a gruff moan as she convulsed around him.

“That’s my girl.”

“S-sensitive, Sirius. Fuck.” Y/N wriggled around on the bed, her body burning with the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Keep going, baby. You wanted this, yeah? Spent all that time begging me to let you come.” he taunted, “Want you to come again f’me. Want you to come at the same time as me. You can do that, can’t you?”

Y/N nodded quickly, grabbing the back of Sirius’s neck and pulling him down to kiss her. He smiled into the kiss, his hips snapping against hers as he chased his own high. His moans grew louder as she clenched around him, her hips rocking in time with his.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Always feel so good f’me.” he growled, “Gonna come inside you, baby. Gonna fill you up.”

Y/N’s chest heaved as she rapidly approached her peak once again. She could feel Sirius growing closer and close with each movement. The roll of his hips started to stutter and he sunk his teeth into the flesh between her shoulder and neck and he climaxed. Y/N followed suit, once again wrapping her legs around him, drawing him as close as she possibly could.

They both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed. Sirius reached over to brush her hair out of her face, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed lovingly at her.

“Good game?” he reached down to catch her lips sweetly with his.

“Good game.”

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jjungkookislife · 4 months

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Quarterly Fic Rec List 2023 #4

Hello! This is the last list of 2023! These are the wonderful fics I ended my year with! I hope you enjoy them! If anyone would like to be removed from this list; please let me know! As always each of these fics has its own content warnings, and most, if not all are 18+ so Minors Do Not Interact!

Seokjin

daydream @joonie-beanie

summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios…involving him.

pink panther @gimmesumsuga

summary: The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are

9 months to fall in love @floralseokjin

summary: It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in. Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it. Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

dream come true @sugaurora

summary: Since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, you’d only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. You’re not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but you’re also not about to complain.

whole @yoongiphoria

Yoongi

can't afford love @dollfaceksj

summary: Your childhood dream of having 2 children in a big house with a blooming marriage by this point in time has been eliminated the moment divorce came knocking at your door. With only one child and finding yourself back at square one, you ask your ex-husband—Min Yoongi—if he’d be down to fulfill 1 of these 3 things on your childhood’s bucket-list. And no, it’s not giving you a big house.

u suck !! @kithtaehyung

summary: Jimin’s cul-de-sac is filled to the brim with autumn leaves, trick-or-treaters, and halloween spirits. but the scariest part of the night? yoongi himself. and the way he looks downright sinful in his costume.

three tangerines ^

summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

broken pt. 1 ^

summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell.

ghostface killers @gimmethatagustd

summary: You’ve had your eyes set on Yoongi for as long as you can remember. What you didn’t know is that he’s had his eyes on you, too.

red & white @sweetestofchaos 💜

summary: you and yoongi have something to share this holiday

Hoseok

spookie coochie @gimmethatagustd

summary: The only monster Hoseok wishes you were interested in finding this Halloween season is his monster c–

drink champagne in my airplane @bangtanintotheroom

summary: Your friend Hoseok decided to use his excessive wealth for good and take the both of you on a much-needed vacation. The flight was meant to be relaxing until he broke out one of his most expensive bottles of champagne.

a holly, jolly crisis @kpopfanfictrash

summary: At this time last year, you thought you had it all. A kick-ass screenwriting job for the hottest TV show in LA, an actor boyfriend whose career was taking off and an affordable apartment with not one, but two bathrooms. Fast-forward to now and you’re single, soon-to-be jobless and searching for a way to scrape together January rent. Everything seems to be falling apart, which was why you told your family you weren’t coming home for the holidays. Enter your little sister, Sara, who recently became engaged to her boyfriend, Yoongi and needs you home to celebrate. The biggest problem? Returning home means you’ll be forced to face everything and everyone you left behind, including Yoongi’s best man – and your ex-best friend, Hoseok.

12 lays of christmas @minisugakoobies

summary: Your brother’s best friend Hoseok really likes your cookies

it's a promise @sahmfanficbts

arranged marriage au

Namjoon

close, closer, closest @augustbutwinter

summary: you know your soulmate is close, but you haven’t met them yet. every day your counter goes up when you pass that one station. until one day it doesn’t.

make an effort @7ndipity

summary: When you ask Joon to be your fake boyfriend, he ends up finding out about your very real crush on him. Luckily for you, the feeling’s mutual.

a word from our sponsors @ugh-yoongi

summary: you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it.

Jimin

cloud nine @suga-kookiemonster

summary: “he’s here again,” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot--devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room.

menace @eoieopda

summary: Far and away the worst of your brother’s friends, you added Park Jimin’s presence in your life to the long list of grievances you held against Seokjin. Too bad you can’t keep your hands off him.

crescent bound @parkhabits

summary: One night you’re having the best hookup of your life and the next you’re being told that the little mark on your neck is more than just a hickey and that Park Jimin was more than you expected too.

the dark side of the moon @dovechim

summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes.

a remedy for mondays ^

summary: all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

heavy petting @kittae

summary: Your boyfriend is not just a cat hybrid, he’s also very needy! When you come home from work and you expect him to be all over you, you’re fairly disappointed to find he prefers a nap over some well-deserved quality time. You’ll make sure to pay him back for that.

the devil in his details @johobi

summary: Evil comes in many forms. In this instance, it’s a 5′8″ pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And you’re the form you want him to come in.

me, you, and this thing we have between us @boymeetsweevil

summary: You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

devil's advocate @7cypher

summary: You had met the devil on a hot summer day. He had shown up in a red polo, red cap, and white sneakers on his feet. That day, you had invited your devil into your home and he hasn’t left since.

no strings @kpopfanfictrash

summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

the ten days of ex-mas @kpopfanfictrash

summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

Taehyung

midnight @sailoryooons

summary: Taehyung loves being your prince charming, even if it means trying to find where you’ve wandered off to in the middle of a Halloween party without your shoes.

the holi-date @kpopfanfictrash

summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.

of lace and lust @hobidreams

summary: friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.

hush @suga-kookiemonster

summary: four seats, five bodies. “careful, sweetheart,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, hands tightening over your waist in warning. you lick your lips, pausing just long enough to ponder: what if you don’t want to be careful?

rotten angelcake @inkedtae

summary: she’s as sweet as angelcake; he likes her honeyed rotten. this is a series following the complicated relationship between a sugar baby, sugar daddy and his corruption kink.

sausade @kimvvantae

summary: no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

kinda hot @kimnjss

summary: you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

Jungkook

jungkook drabble @euphoricfilter

summary: obsessed gf m/c and equally as obsessed boyfriend jungkook. he’s the light of her life, and she’s the reason he smiles

blessed with a curse @sweetestofchaos

summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.

seasons don't fear the reaper @augustbutwinter

summary: life is short, they say. one day everyone meets their death, they say. how often can you meet yours before he takes you with him?

because i love you ch. 13 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

a holiday snowdown @kpopfanfictrash

summary: The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that's what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents' idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. What's the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again.

all grown up @btsgotjams27

summary: A family reunion brings back the young boy you grew up with. Though he wasn’t the doe-eyed boy you once knew, he stood in front of you all grown up.

this is us ^

summary: you start to fall hard for jungkook.

OT7/Multiple Members

carnival of terror ch. 2 @theharrowing

summary: The carnival is in town, and it is unlike anything you have ever experienced. Will you make it out alive?

the gentlemen @honeymoonjin

summary: Sick of unsatisfying hookups, boring relationships or the company of your own hand? Apply today for the chance to be on bangasm.com’s very first reality show! Seven attractive young gentlemen will be vying for your choice of who is best in bed. All from different backgrounds, these men claim they’ll be able to rock your world, so don’t hesitate! Apply now!

of storms and vampires @wishesunderthestars

summary: During the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn’t simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook’s sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago.

oh, little red @jincherie

summary: You knew they warned you about that path for a reason, you knew you shouldn’t take it as a shortcut. You knew, but you were running late, and you did it anyway. Oh, little red, just what have you gotten yourself into?

Ateez

Seonghwa

let me keep you warm @sweetestofchaos 💜

summary: “Are you cold?” “A little bit but I’ll be okay.” “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

#jjungkookislife fic rec list #jjungkookislife fic rec masterlist #jjungkookislife fic recs

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bimbobaggins69 · 5 months

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𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. (ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ ᴡɪᴛʜ @xxhellfirebunnyxx )

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your lovers all girls band Arwen, has gotten the opportunity to open up for corroded coffin who are said to be the next big thing. As exciting as it is, nothing excites you and your girlfriend more than the lead singer and his boyfriend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: eventual smut, still 18+ mdni, eventual foursome, wlw meets mlm, polyamory, lots of flirting, girls kissing, drinking, mentions of weed smoke, fluff between girls.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so excited to share this collab I’ve been working on with my baby girl! Go check out her part through her readers pov on her page here <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k

The air is thick in the packed venue, the smell of weed and sweat fills your nose as the strobe lights from the stage beam over the crowd. You’re unusually nervous tonight, you can't tell if it’s because you haven’t yet perfected that baseline you’ve been practicing for weeks or if it’s because the stranger at the bar with the chestnut locks can’t take his eyes off of you.

From what you can tell where you're seated; he’s rather cute, with his coif of hair that swoops perfectly over his forehead, a baggy blue and white checkered flannel sits nicely over his firm shoulders. He’s nursing what looks to be a whiskey and coke as his long fingers with nails coated in black polish clutch at the glass. He gives the liquid a little swirl before he’s bringing it up to his lips, eyes still laser focused on you while he takes a sip.

“Hey baby, are you ready to start setting up?” Your girlfriend gleefully asks, her face looks so pretty with that contagious, beaming smile that instantly thwarts all the nerves running through your body.

“Yeah pretty girl, let’s go.” You quickly reply, standing up on your platform boot clad feet and grabbing your best girl around her waist. You both excitedly bound to the double doors off the side of the stage that reads ‘bands and staff only!’. But before you pull it open, you look back to where the cute guy was seated, quickly realizing he’d gotten up and left in the time you’d been working your way backstage. A small tinge of disappointment courses through your chest, wishing maybe you and your girlfriend could have had some fun with him later, after the show. Oh well.

Once backstage, you begin stripping off your current clothes before sliding on your pink plaid mini skirt, fastening a black studded belt over your waist, sticking a pair of black skull pasties over your nipples and slipping on some knee high black boots.

The other three girls in your band, which consist of Gwen, your girlfriend who is a fucking beast on the guitar with a set of vocals as angelic as her. Chrissy who absolutely annihilates the drums every time, with her small frame and bouncy blonde hair and her girlfriend Rotten Robin who could melt your fucking face off with one of her keyboard solos; are all scattered around the green room, getting dressed in their stage outfits.

You all agreed to wear skull nipple pasties, not only for the shock value but also to make a bold statement.

“Can you help me with this?” Gwen asks, turning her back to you so you can buckle the bat harness that sits right underneath her perky tits. God, she’s so hot. You make sure to let her know as much, before throwing her a salacious wink.

After you’re ready for center stage, you and your girlfriend pull your instruments out of their respective cases, throwing the straps over your heads to rest on your shoulders and letting the hunk of wood lazily sit on your hips before you’re introduced to the crowd.

The nerves you thought you’d halted for good earlier, come back like a rushing river, so you shake out your limbs in an attempt to set them straight again. “You good love?” Chrissy asks as she clutches her drum sticks in her dainty manicured hands before she begins twisting the right one between her fingers like the pro she is.

“Yeah, just some pre-show jitters I guess.” You shrug, laughing off her question as if your chest wasn’t growing warm from keyed up nerves.

“Baby, don’t be nervous, you’re going to fucking nail that baseline and everyone here is going to fucking love us. We’ve got this.” Your girlfriend reassures, batting her thick lashes at you ever so sweetly, making your heart flutter with adoration. How does she always know what to say to make me feel better? Guess that’s why she’s mine.

“Yeah, we’re gonna kill it!” Robin chimes in as she secures her black leather fingerless gloves onto each hand. “So what if there are a couple hundred more people than we’re used to.” She continues, and you know she’s trying to be helpful and encouraging, but the thought of performing in front of more people than what is normal for you, hadn't even crossed your mind. Till now.

“Thanks Rob.” You mumble, grabbing the neck of your bass and fidgeting with the strap as a distraction.

“Alright, Let’s go!” Austin the stage manager announces, clapping his hands before he begins pushing you and the girls towards the stairs that lead up to the stage.

Once you walk onto the scuffed up black platform and take your places, you realize how loud the crowd has gotten in anticipation of the opening act. It’s dark and the lights are so dim you can barely make out faces.

Chrissy enthusiastically beats her drumsticks together and shouts a three…two…one countdown, starting you all off with the opening groove. Gwen begins to strum on her first chords, the spotlights from above brighten and dance across the stage to the beat before you finally come in and hit your chords, as Robin’s insanely fast fingers move over her keyboard.

The crowd instantly goes crazy; banging their heads, jumping and dancing, some even know all the words. But it wouldn't be an Arwen show if you and your girlfriend didn't at least raunch it up a bit by seductively dancing with your instruments. Sometimes between songs you and Gwen would even share a few tongue filled make out sessions causing the crowd to go even more wild. You both loved bringing the shock value into your live shows and the crowd was eating it up.

As your set was coming to an end, you caught eyes with the guy who’d been checking you out at the bar. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he and the guy he was standing next to whispered back and forth into each other's ears. You felt as though he was eating you up with his eyes the way they intensely bore into yours. you carried on your set but every so often your eyes would shift and find his, making your stomach flutter with something you could only identify as intense arousal.

“Thank you guys, we have been Arwen!” Gwen shouts into the mic before grabbing your hand with a beaming smile, you both walk off the stage together, Robin and Chrissy trail behind you, hand in hand.

“That was fucking amazing!” You jump and squeal in excitement and left over adrenaline, leaving the girls to do the same, giggling and hugging before more kisses are shared.

“You guys that was fucking awesome! That was definitely the best show we’ve ever put on!” Your girlfriend squeaks, turning toward you and taking your face into her equally soft and callous hands. “And you absolutely nailed that baseline you’ve been working on. I told you you would.” Gwen gushes with a lustful look in her pretty eyes, a shit eating grin on her full lips as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Yeah, yeah…I know I should listen to you more.” You playfully roll your eyes before wrapping your arms around your girlfriend's frame, pulling her into you and planting kisses on her neck.

“I'm gonna go grab a drink, does anyone want anything?” You ask before making your exit back into the crowd.

You walk between the bodies of people, as some type of house music pulses through the speakers, only being played until the band of the night, Corroded Coffin start their set. You notice more eyes on you than usual, some people smiling and waving or congratulating you on a ‘sick ass show’, and some with complete and utter arousal clouding their vision. You can't help but to hold your head high and embrace it, even if you're a total introvert. Gwen is the friendly talkative one in the band and you usually let her take that role as you're the observer. But it feels nice to not care for once, although you’re sure it's from the high you’re still riding from your performance.

You quickly order, then grab your two drinks from the bar; a kahlua for you and a sex on the beach for your girlfriend per her request. You head back through the sea of people, wanting to be in the presence of your band so you can continue to rant and rave over how fucking good the set went. But you’re quickly stopped by a tap on your shoulder, as you walk through the hall that leads to the backstage door.

“Hey.” The male voice utters, making you snap your head to the man's hand that is slowly beginning to move back down to his side, then up to his eyes. Your face definitely reads ‘why did you touch me?’ before you take in the strangers face, you quickly realize it’s the guy from the bar, who’s been eye fucking you all night.

“Oh, hey.” You murmur with a subtle smile, not wanting to seem overzealous, although you had been thinking about the honey eyed boy all night.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to like, corner you or anything.” He huffs a bashful laugh, rubbing his hand on the nape of his neck out of nervousness, you couldn't help but to find it endearing. Now that he was so close to you, you were able to take in things you couldn't quite see from across the room; his silver nose ring glints under the lowlights of the corridor, he has smooth freshly shaven skin with pretty freckles, a beautiful smile even if it’s not as bright as it could be. His style is definitely more grunge then what you’re used to, all your exes were metalheads but it worked on him and if anything it made him even hotter.

“No it’s okay.” You say, waving off his worries, Gwens drink sloshes around and falls onto the toe of your boot as you sway from side to side, making your face grow hot.

“I just uh, wanted to say that your set was fucking great! I had a good time watching you up there. Um, you and your band.” He corrects himself instantly, causing a giggle to erupt from your chest.

“Well thank you.” You boldly send him a wink before turning on your heel to finally head backstage.

“Wait! Do you maybe wanna meet up later? Say like right here in this spot?” He asks, biting at his lip as his hopeful eyes beam into yours.

“Mmm yeah, yeah that sounds good.” You murmur in agreement, finally opening the door and heading inside.

“I’m Steve by the way!” He yells as the door closes behind you, making you smile at his awkwardness.

Once inside you begin looking for your girlfriend, her drink now a little more than watered down from the melted ice.

“Hey Chris, have you seen my girl?” You ask Chrissy who is splayed out on the black, cracked leather loveseat with a wet towel rolled up and placed over her forehead. The petite blonde is always the first to tap out after every show, but she really does put all her energy into playing so you couldn't blame her for wanting to nap after such an intense performance.

“Uhhh, I think she went out to look for you babe.” Chrissy says with a tired smile, “I’ll be here if anyone needs me!” She shouts, as you walk back out the doors you came in, before giving her a quick ‘shit, thanks’.

For a third time tonight you walk out of the double red doors and back into the muggy air and throng of people, on a mission to find your girlfriend and the owner of the drink that has made your hand uncomfortably sticky.

Finally, after walking circles around the auditorium that seemed more like a damn arena than a small concert venue, you spotted Gwen, of course in the middle of the crowd being the little social butterfly you love so much. She was still adorning her performance clothes with her black leather skirt, fishnet top, harness, pasties and boots. She had a huge content smile on her face when her eyes caught yours, waving you over with excitement.

“Oh my god babe!” She shrieks with a cute giggle. “I was just talking to the literal hottest guy! I have to find him.” She beams looking over the mass of people, but eventually looking disappointed when she came up short.

“Wait, I just talked to the hottest guy, too.” You say with a disbelieving laugh, as your eyes begin to search the crowd for your mystery guy.

“And for the moment everyone’s been waiting for…Corroded Coffin!” The announcer on stage shouts out at the crowd making them jump and scream with anticipation.

You and Gwen’s eyes immediately snap forward, you had never actually seen what the guys from Corroded Coffin looked like so out of curiosity you both turned to the stage, not wanting to miss the long awaited show.

Once the music starts playing and the lights begin to brighten up the stage, you and Gwen gasp.

“Oh my god, that’s the guy!” You both shout in unison. For a second you thought you were talking about the same person until your girlfriend started raving about his long flowy hair and nipple piercings, making you slowly realize she had talked to the lead guitarist. Yeah he was really hot, too.

Steve ripped his flannel off mid chorus, showing off his buff arms and littering of tattoos across his tanned skin, his alice in chains shirt stuck to him like a second skin as his hands gripped the mic, making his arms flex and you swoon.

“That’s the guy I talked to!” You shout over the music as you point to the lead singer, Gwens eyes widen in amusement.

“Steve?!” Robin asks as she walks up from behind you, a dumbfounded look on her face.

“Yes Steve, do you know him?” You ask curiously, taking a sip of your drink before handing the other off to its rightful owner.

“Thanks peach.” Your girlfriend says before giving you a quick kiss.

“Yeah, he’s one of my best friends and he’s dating Eddie, the guitarist.” She divulges, pointing to the wild haired, tattooed man who’s right in the middle of an amazing guitar solo, that made you and your girlfriend's thighs visibly clench.

“No way?!” Gwen guffaws, you can tell by the look in her eyes that she has an idea cooking up, and you're equal amounts excited and slightly scared.

“Oh this is gonna be fun.”

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #steddie x reader smut #steddie x reader #steddie stranger things #steddie x you

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 1 year

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taking transfem stevie at a metal concert into my own hands yall gotta see the potential

also on ao3 here

This isn't Eddie's first rodeo. When he sees the pretty girl standing at the side of the concert, looking out of place in her baby pink sweater and light-wash jeans, he wonders what the hell a girl like this is doing at a metal concert, clutching a bottle of coke and watching the crowd like a hawk. And more importantly, as a red-blooded American male, he wonders what he can do to make her look at him that intensely.

So he sidles up to her, gives his best winning smile that shows off his dimples, and introduces himself.

“Hey,” he says. “Hope you don't mind the cliché, but I gotta ask: what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The girl gives him a sideways look. She's got pretty eyes, droopy and a lovely warm brown, and her face seems to go through a wild array of emotions before settling on something lightly amused, huffing out a laugh.

“Babysitting,” she says. She's got a nice voice too, a little husky but musical. Eddie’d love to hear her sing. “Some kids I used to watch in middle school wanted to come, but their parents wouldn't let them unless I came to make sure they stay out of- what's that thing called where everyone makes a big circle and beats the shit out of each other? The mash pit?”

She says it with an adorable tilt to her head, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing a little as she does, and Eddie swears he falls in love right then. Mash pit. That's hilarious.

“The mosh pit, yeah, good call. Not the best place for little kiddies.”

The girl snorts. “Not that little. They're seniors in high school, I’m only like five years older than them. Doesn't stop them calling me mom though, little shits.”

Eddie laughs. He likes this girl. “Well, I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out his hand. The girl gives it a slightly bemused look, and shakes it. “Can I get momma bear a drink? Another coke?”

She looks at him for a second, assessing him somehow, then shrugs. “Sure, as long as you promise never to call me that again. I’m Stevie.”

“Stevie,” he says, rolling the name over his tongue. It suits her. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Be right back!”

Stevie blushes a pretty pink as he leaves, practically the same shade as her sweater, and as much as Eddie’d like to stay to see what else he can say to put that colour on her face, he's made a promise.

He makes his way over to the little bar at the back of the concert and orders a coke for her and a beer for him. As he's waiting for the bartender to pass him the drinks, he hears someone call his name.

“Henderson!” he yells, immediately pulling the kid into a hug and obligatory noogie. “Been too long man, look at you! Almost human sized!”

It's been three years since he'd last seen any of his little sheepies, since he'd put Hawkins in his rear view mirror and gotten the hell out of dodge. He'd missed them. And Dustin had shot up in those years, as tall as Eddie now. If Eddie's not careful he'll start to tear up.

“Fuck off man,” Dustin says, goofy grin spread wide across his face. “Come on, you gotta say hi to everyone! Mike and Will are here too- Lucas didn't wanna come he'll be so pissed-”

As Dustin says it, the bartender returns, setting down the beer and the coke. Dustin clocks it immediately, little genius that he is.

“Oh are you with someone?” he gasps dramatically. “Does Eddie the Banished finally have a girlfriend?”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he grabs the drinks. “No, but I was working on that before I was so rudely accosted by a child-” pause for outrage- “but don't worry man, I'll be right over, it's been way too long, gotta see how my babies have been doing navigating the hell that is high school without me! Just lemme drop her drink off, I don't wanna be rude.”

Dustin nods, following behind Eddie as he weaves through the crowd, talking a mile a minute about Hellfire and all the campaigns they've been running the past few years. Eddie half listens, but honestly kind of tunes him out. The crowd is thick and loud, he's trying not to spill the drinks, and honestly, while he loves the kid, Dustin kind of sucks at re-telling stories. He'll get the rundown from Will later.

All this means he doesn't notice when Dustin falls silent, just as they reach Stevie. Her eyes are wide as she sees them, blankly taking the coke from Eddie and staring at Dustin with a weirdly panicked look on her face.

“Sorry, baby, really wanted to get to know you better but I ran into-”

“The girl you were flirting with is Stevie????” Dustin shrieks, and god, Eddie’d forgotten how loud he could get.

He looks back and forth between the two of them. “You two know each other?”

Stevie sighs, looking up to the sky as if begging god to strike her down. “Yeah, this is one of the kids I’m babysitting.”

Something niggles at the back of Eddie's mind, even as Dustin and Stevie get into a heated back-and-forth about the use of the term ‘babysitting’ which ends up in Stevie getting Dustin in a loving sisterly headlock. Something about how Stevie said she’d babysat the kids since middle school, about how she kind of looks familiar if he tilts his head just right, about how when Eddie first met these kids they'd never shut up about-

“So yeah, sorry about this, and thanks for the coke,” Stevie says, avoiding eye contact even as she maintains her grip on Dustin. He seems to have given up fighting now and has resigned himself to his position tucked up against her side. Eddie's never been more jealous in his life. “Uh, last I saw Mike and Will were over by the stage, if you wanna catch up with-”

“Wait, Harrington?” The cogs in Eddie's brain have finally stopped turning, and arrived at the inevitable conclusion. Because yeah, looking at her again, this girl is definitely Harrington. Same hair, if a little longer, same golden skin spattered with moles, same bedroom eyes. The only major difference is the boobs (and the hips and the thighs and the lip gloss and good god, those boobs- Eddie's gotta stop that train of thought. Dustin’s right there).

Eddie's still pretty sure the reason he failed his second senior year was because of Harrington. He'd just figured out he was bisexual, and as a man with working eyes he'd immediately developed an unhealthy infatuation with the prettiest boy in school. They had like every other class together, and Eddie had not absorbed a single word any of their teachers had said during them.

At his words, Stevie's face shuts down. She drops Dustin, who immediately places himself between her and Eddie, eyes flitting back and forth between them as he shuffles uncomfortably.

“Uh, yeah. Well, it's Henderson now, my parents didn't exactly love-” she waves a hand vaguely up and down her body- “this. But Mrs. Henderson took me in, so…”

She's tense, and so is Dustin, and it breaks Eddie’s heart a little bit. He knows it never really came up during Hellfire, although he'd tried his best to let them, Will especially, know that everyone was welcome there, no matter what flavour of freak they were. But Stevie doesn't know that, and Dustin doesn't know it for sure, so he does his best to look non-threatening.

“That's cool. Not the parents kicking you out thing- that sucks obviously- but I bet Dustin’s psyched you're officially his sister. Kid never shut up about you during school.”

And watching Stevie relax at that, the little smile that paints her lips, it's intoxicating. She's so beautiful when she smiles. Eddie never wants her to stop.

“Thanks,” she says, quiet. If Eddie wasn't paying probably the most attention he's ever paid in his life to this woman, he might not have caught it over the sound of the music and the crowd. “And hey, I’m sorry about how I was during school, if I ever-”

Eddie waves her off. “Honestly you weren't that bad. It was mostly your friends. And I mean, benefit of hindsight, I can see why you wouldn't wanna speak up, draw attention to yourself.”

“Still,” she says with a little shrug. “Not cool.”

Eddie grins. “And heaven forbid the queen of Hawkins High do anything uncool.”

Stevie laughs, a beautiful bubbling sound that seems to surprise her as much as it does him. “Yeah, I guess.”

And the night goes on. Stevie waves over Mike and Will and they spend the rest of the concert barely listening to the music, just reminiscing and catching up. Eddie insists on buying all of Stevie's cokes and she insists on buying all of his beers. And at the end of the night, Stevie piles the kids into her beemer, the same one she had all of high school, and turns to look at Eddie. She's got that look in her eyes again, sharp, assessing, and Eddie has to fight off a blush.

“Here,” she says, pulling a pen out of her purse and pulling Eddie's hand close. She writes a number on it. “Call me sometime. And Henderson I guess, we do live together. So you know, don't open up with anything too weird, he could answer.”

“No accidentally flirting with your little brother, got it,” Eddie replies with a giggle. He's so happy he feels high. This is embarrassing, he's pathetic.

“Good,” she laughs. Gives his hand a little squeeze before she pulls back and gets into her car.

He watches her go with a little wave, and makes sure she's definitely gone before he does a dumb little jump and punches the air. He looks down at the number on the back of his hand. There's a little heart next to it. He's never washing his hand again.

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #do you see. do you see what we could have. let the girl be pink in a sea of black #my fics

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crazyunsexycool · 4 months

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Unbreakable

Chapter 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Fluff, drunk reader, she's flirty when she's drunk

A/N: It's happening guys... We are moving forward with this story. Slowly I'll start doing bits of time jumps here and there!!! Also this chapter is a bit all over the space.

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“You’re sure you want to go out for this girl’s night?” Nat asked from your living room.

“Yes. I want drinks and karaoke.”

You walk out of your bedroom as you finish putting on an earring. Your outfit was simple, jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket.

“Fine by me. Are you a lightweight?”

“Probably. I’ve never had more than one drink.”

“So we get to test the limits?” Nat smirks at you.

“Yes. I’m very excited. Is Nebula not coming?”

“She’ll meet us there.” Nat gets up and heads for the door.

“Ok, c’mon Marvin. Let’s go have a good time.”

****

Nebula was waiting outside of what looked like an abandoned building. Inside though fairy lights lined the ceiling, a spotlight was aimed at a corner where a tv, a mic stand and a very crappy stage took up space. The place wasn’t too crowded, which was perfect. The bar itself sat in the middle of the room in an oval shape creating two almost completely separate spaces.

“No dogs allowed.” A bartender yells over a drunk guy's horrible rendition of Thriller.

“He’s a service dog.”

The guy eyes you for a moment and you have Marvin turn to the side to show off his vest.

“Fine but we aren’t responsible if something happens to him and if he ruins anything it’s coming outta your pocket.”

“I promise he’ll be in his best behavior.” You smile and walk toward the karaoke side of the bar with Nat and Nebula.

Nebula’s black eyes scanned the room more than once. She and Nat sat with their backs to the wall and observed the others.

“This place looks ridiculous.” Nebula mutters.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to be so entertained that you won’t really notice it. Y/N here has never gotten drunk before.”

“Really? I bet she’ll get drunk on two drinks.”

“I’ll take that bet.” Nat says. “What do I get when she’s drunk by the first one.”

“I’ll give you my gun.” Nebula offers. “But I want your bracers, the electric ones.”

“Deal.”

“You know I’m sitting right here, right?”

Nebula waves you off dismissively while Nat gets up and orders the first round.

****

It took two drinks to loosen you up and one more to get you to get up on stage to sing Girls just wanna have fun. Nebula seemed to not really be affected by any drink and Nat was surprisingly on the verge of being drunk. It took another drink to get you back on stage. You had all of the people at the bar singing along to bohemian rhapsody.

🎶 “So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me.”🎶

You sang your heart out. Although some words were a little slurred. What you weren’t aware of was Steve leaning against the bar, completely amused by your carefree attitude.

“Romanoff.”

“Rogers.” Nat shoots back. “Thanks for coming to pick us up.”

“It’s no problem. I see she’s having fun.”

“Definitely. You know what’s funny, she hasn’t stopped talking about you at all.”

Steve flushes pink immediately but before he can say anything you head in his direction. With wide and hazy eyes you look up at him.

“Steve? What are you doing here? It’s supposed to be girl’s night.”

“I’m sorry, did I ruin it?”

“No, don't be silly.” You giggle and bat your eyelashes. Nat rolls her eyes but smiles at your drunken flirting.

“He didn’t just show up.” Nat offers. “I called him to be our designated driver.”

“Oh, makes sense. You’re so smart Natty.”

Nat shakes her head and turns to the bartender to pay the tab while Nebula walks out.

“Can we get mozzarella sticks before we go home?”

“Sure.”

****

You were sitting in a small pizza place a block down from the bar. Even Marvin got to snack on some chicken while you munched on your late night snack. Nat and Nebula had called it a night and decided to go back to the compound.

“So how was girl’s night?” Steve asked next to you.

“Oh it was so much fun. You should totally come next time.”

“If I did, it wouldn’t be a girl’s night.”

“You’re right.” You shrug. “But we made an exception for Marv.”

“So I have the same privileges as a dog?” Steve laughs when you look at him with wide eyed horror.

“What? No. Don’t be silly. You won’t have to sit under a table.” You snort a laugh and then get very serious. “I need to ask you something but you need to be honest.”

“Ok, what’s your question?”

You turn to give him your full attention. His bright blue eyes shine with amusement and they captivate you.

“You’re so pretty.” You blurt out. Steve huffs a laugh but his cheeks are tinted pink.

“Thank you. That isn’t a question though.”

“Why are you single?”

“Oh, so we’re going for loaded questions.”

“I mean you’re so nice and caring and fun to be around. I always feel safe with you. Did I mention that you’re so pretty? Also you have a killer smile.”

“I do?”

“For sure. Every time you smile at me I just get weak in the knees.”

“Your smile makes my knees go weak too.” Steve says back.

“Nope.” You take a bite from a mozzarella stick. “Can’t use my own compliment on me.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. You wait patiently for him to say something.

“Ok well, you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in them if you’d let me.”

You give a little giggle and send a wink his way.

“I’m also so happy that our paths crossed and we met each other.” Steve sent a shy smile your way and you mirrored it.

Your little bubble burst when Marvin gave a little huff, indicating that he needed to go outside. Steve helped clean off the table and offered you his arm as you walked Marvin. Then he walked you to his car and opened the door for you and Marvin to get in.

You groan as you turn in bed. Your head was throbbing and your mouth was so dry. With an annoyed huff you open an eye to look around. At least you were home. You spot the water bottle and pills on the nightstand and you take them, drinking half of the water in one go. There’s a small knock at the door which might as well be jackhammers on your head.

“Come in.” You murmur and the door opens.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray of food. He tries to hold back his laugh when you groan again and try to hide under the covers.

“Good morning.”

“Shhh. My head is killing me.”

“You’ll survive, you’re just hung over. Why don’t you try to have breakfast?” He says as he walks over to you. Marvin is right behind him and he jumps on the bed.

“I think I’ll throw up if I do.”

“I think you’ll be ok. Besides, it'll help settle your stomach.”

“If you say so.” You grumble but sit up. Steve sets the tray he was holding on your lap and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Start with the toast.”

You do as he suggests and nibble on the toast. Steve talks in a low but soothing voice until he gets you smiling again. Once you’re done with breakfast you lay back down, this time Steve sits against the headboard.

“I had this really weird dream last night.” You tell him.

“Yeah? What was it about?”

“We were eating mozzarella sticks and I told you that you were really pretty.”

Steve laughs but looks down at you fondly. He’s met with brows that are furrowed in confusion. Then realization hits you like a truck and your eyes go wide.

“That wasn’t a dream was it?” You whisper.

Steve throws his head back laughing. “No it wasn’t. You’re a bit of a flirt when you’re drunk.” He says once he calms down. “It’s cute though.”

You groan and hide under your blanket. He chuckles some more.

“In my defense I’ve never been drunk before.” You say from under the blanket before pulling it down and looking up at Steve. “And for the record I stand behind everything I said.”

You smirk as Steve’s cheeks turn pink. The color traveling up to his ears. It was cute, he was cute.

“Do you have any plans today?” He asked after a few seconds.

“Nope. Other than walking Marv.”

“Good. Want to have a movie marathon?”

“That sounds like a great idea. We still have a bunch of movies on the list. Or we could start binge watching some of the tv shows we have on the list too.”

“I’ll let you choose.”

You smile before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

An episode of some trash reality tv was playing on in the background but you and Steve had stopped paying attention to it. Instead you were having a conversation. It was mostly talking about nothing serious. Steve was completely turned toward you with an arm laying on your top of the back of the couch. You mirrored his posture and unconsciously you both reached out for each other’s hand. Between smiles and jokes you were having a good time. This is what you liked to do the most with Steve.

From what he and Nat had told you their life consisted of being on the move at all times, especially the two years before the blip. So you didn’t mind staying home and watching tv or playing a few board games, it’s not like you would have really been out.

“I need to ask you something.” Steve said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Ok?”

“Well first I want to say that I’d understand if you didn’t want to and it wouldn’t change my mind about our friendship.”

You frowned in confusion as you waited for him to ask what he was going to ask.

“I like you. I think you know that. I like you as more than just a friend and I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me?”

“Like a date?” You whispered. It wasn’t really a surprise but you hadn’t expected it now. You still wanted to tell him about what you had gone through. So that he could understand your hesitation about certain things and that it wasn’t him, as cliche as that sounded. But you also really liked Steve. Since the very beginning, it’s why you didn’t want to run into him again but now you were glad it happened.

“Yes, like a date.” He smiled but there was a flicker of fear of being rejected in his eyes.

“I’d love to.”

His smile brightened and he gave your hand a quick squeeze.

“You really don’t have to if you’re not sure. I would never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

You smiled at him then. It was things like that that made you like him more and more each time.

“I do want to, really. It’s just… What happened with my ex really messed me up. I never thought that I would want to trust anyone else let alone date them. But then I met you.”

Steve smiled softly then. His whole demeanor was calm and easy going. It gave you the push to keep going.

“I just want you to know that I want to do this with you but sometimes I’ll have my reservations. It’s not a reflection on you, it's just my fears because of what I went through.”

“I understand and we can take this as slow as you want. You set the pace and I’ll follow. There’s no rush, I just want to be with you in whatever way you’ll let me.”

It was your turn to squeeze his hand as a wave of emotion hit you. Fear was definitely there but so was hope and surprisingly enough excitement. You had to wonder if Steve was this attentive and caring as a friend, what would he be like as a partner?

“Oh my God it’s happening.” You said in a rush as you got to the table Lisa was sitting at. She jumped slightly at your voice and looked at you in confusion.

“What’s happening?”

You take a deep breath. It had only been the night before that Steve had asked you out but you were still all over the place with your emotions.

“I’m going on a date.”

“That’s wonderful.” Lisa smiled and placed her hand on yours. “Tell me everything.”

“You remember my friend Steve right?”

“Yeah, the ex-military guy that was teaching you self defense?”

Lisa still didn’t know that it wasn’t just some military guy but Captain America himself. You nod in response to her question and then tell her what happened the night before. It was easy to talk to her and you explained your mixed feelings but she was right there supporting and encouraging you to take the next step.

“I did say yes. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else before you know.”

“I do.” Lisa nods but you notice that her eyes aren’t on you so you turn.

Walking up to your table was a beautiful, curvy red haired woman. She smiled and at first you thought it was directed at you but then you realized that smile was for Lisa.

“Y/N I hope you don’t mind but I asked my girlfriend to join us. I just wanted the two of you to meet.”

“No it’s ok.” You smile and turn. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You hold your hand out and she takes it.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m Cassie. It’s nice to put a name to the face, Lisa mentions you all the time.”

“All bad I hope.”

She chuckles and shakes her head.

“I’ve heard about Marvin too.” Cassie looks under the table to find Marvin sitting patiently. “He’s so cute.”

“Thanks, he’s the best boy.”

“Well babe you’re just in time because Y/N here just told me she got herself a date.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“I was telling Lisa that I was still nervous. After everything that happened last time, I didn’t think I’d find someone that I would even consider dating.”

“I imagine it can’t be easy to trust someone again. Lisa told me where you met but she didn’t tell me about what happened to you.” She reassured you. “I can only say to trust your gut. If at any moment you feel unsafe you call us.”

“Thanks.”

“So, now the other reason I wanted to meet today.” Lisa announces and she places an envelope on the table next to you. “Go ahead, open it.”

“No way.” You say a bit too loudly, getting the attention of a few patrons. In your hand was a wedding invitation with Lisa and Cassie’s name on it. “This is amazing, congratulations.” You looked up at them and stood to give each of them a hug.

“When did you get engaged?”

“A few weeks ago but we didn’t tell anyone until we decided on a wedding date.”

“Do you have engagement rings?”

They both held their left hands out and you gasped at the beautiful matching gold and diamond rings on their fingers.

“We proposed to each other on our anniversary.” Cassie says with a fond smile.

“That is so cute.”

You ask them a few questions about the planning and if they were going to wear traditional dresses. The conversation went on for a while.

“We should get going but,” Lisa said as you all stepped out of the restaurant you’d met at. “Make sure you RSVP to the wedding and you’re getting a special plus two.”

“Plus two?”

“Marvin of course and maybe a certain someone could be your date.” She wiggled her brows at you.

“We’ll see after the first date.”

“Well don’t wait too long to let us know.”

“I won’t.” You said your goodbyes, watching as Lisa and Cassie walked away hand in hand.

In that moment you realized that you wanted that. Not only did you want to love and be loved but you wanted a relationship with Steve. With a small smile on your lips you headed towards some clothing stores to find something nice to wear.

The buzzer went off. You knew it was Steve but this time it was different because he was here to pick you up for your date. After letting him in you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. It was getting colder out now so you went for style and comfort. You’d chosen to wear a cream colored sweater, a suede mini skirt and boots.

There’s a knock on your door and you give yourself a little pep talk as you go to open it. Steve is standing there with beautiful flowers in his hand. He has on a navy blue henley that makes his eyes pop more and dark jeans. You give each other an appreciative glance.

“You look beautiful.” He finally says.

Heat creeps into your cheeks as you smile.

“Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.”

Steve huffs out a little shy chuckle as he blushes slightly. His eyes go to the bouquet in his hands and he holds it out for you to take. You were both flustered and that realization eased you a bit. Just knowing he was just as nervous as you were. You thank him again and grab the flowers before quickly finding a vase. Then you grab Marvin’s leash and your jacket before leaving.

“So where are we going?” You ask as Steve opens the door of his car for you.

“You’ll see.”

****

You were surprised when Steve parked by a museum. He moves around his car quickly and opens the door for you and then Marvin. As you start walking toward the entrance he offers you his arm which you take.

Steve takes you past some of the displays and straight to the back of the building. You smile when you see the entrance of the planetarium. Steve went up to the employee and showed them the tickets before both of you went to find your seats.

****

The planetarium was practically empty except for another couple and a small group of friends. Steve had chosen some seats that kept you relatively separate from them though. As the show progressed Steve would lean in and tell you what he saw when he went to space for the first time. It was definitely much more interesting than what was being said.

Once the original show ended you left the planetarium but decided to look around the museum. You stopped at every few displays and shared your opinions. When the art was good it was good but when the art left something to be desired Steve couldn’t help but criticize the pieces. As if it was personally offending him. You laughed every time his face scrunched in disapproval at prices he didn’t like.

“Ok,” you said between sips of your drink. After the museum Steve had taken you to a Thai restaurant. It was the same as the first meal you shared. “What was your favorite subject in school?”

“Art.”

“Really? Why is that?”

Steve shrugs. “I was invisible in school. I was angry that no one would even look my way unless they wanted to bully me. Art was a way to get my emotions out. Drawing was like therapy for me. Then I just fell in love with it.”

“Do you still draw?”

“Yeah.” Steve smiles.

“And do you ever share your work with anyone?”

“Are you asking to see my drawings?”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

“I have a few I can show you.”

You smiled at him then.

“Your turn, if you could have any superpower what would it be?”

“Easy,” you smile. “Teleportation. Imagine all the money and time I could save just by being able to teleport anywhere. Also it would be so much easier to plan vacations.”

“That is a good choice.”

“Well you are the expert on super things, so I would hope so.”

Steve smiles. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

“Yup.”

“Alright let’s go.” He replies, he doesn’t even let you pay for half of the meal or anything. Reminding you that it’s a date and he invited.

After dinner though you aren’t ready to go home. In order to prolong your time together you suggest a walk through the park for Marvin’s benefit. This time as you walk though you feel bold enough and take Steve’s hand. You see the slight blush on his cheeks before he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. The conversation picks up where you left it back at the restaurant and you ask each other very random questions. It’s fun to see him relaxed and be able to have a sort of nonsense conversation. Not even at the beginning of your relationship with your ex had you felt so at ease with someone.

“Have you ever been arrested?”

Steve laughs but tries to hide his face from you.

“You have? No way. What did you get arrested for?”

“It was back in the 30s. There was this guy that kept harassing this group of girls. I just happened to walk by when one of the girls burst out crying because she was so uncomfortable. I asked him to stop but he didn't. Then he threw a punch. It was in a park so there were cops nearby. They came to break us up and I got arrested for disorderly conduct.”

“Please tell me there is a mug shot out there somewhere.”

Steve laughs but shakes his head.

“I don’t think there is. If there were, I'm sure Shield took it to make sure my image was safe.”

“Damn.” You give a small pout. “I would’ve loved to see that.”

“No way. I’m sure you would have framed it.”

“Yup.” You laugh. “I would’ve enlarged it and hung it up in the living room.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head as you continue the walk around the park.

The night unfortunately came to an end. Although from the park to the car ride back home Steve hadn’t let go of your hand. That was a good sign, right? You stood outside of your apartment door. Marvin pushed his way in once you had unlocked it, leaving you and Steve alone.

“Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun.” You smile up at him.

“Me too. So what’s the verdict? Would you like to go out again, on a second date?”

“I’d like that.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he nodded.

“Have a good night.” He says and smiles before he turns to leave.

You catch his hand before he’s able to turn completely. Standing on your toes you give Steve a quick kiss on his cheek. He flushes pink but his eyes are on your lips. You watch him lick his lower lip. The tension grows between you the longer you stand there so close together.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.” you reply almost breathless in anticipation.

Steve turns back to you completely. His hands frame your face and he slowly dips his head. Steve’s lips are so close to yours, you can feel his breath on your face. You anxiously wait to finally feel his lips on yours but when you look at him you find him studying your face.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispers. “Are you sure?”

The fact that he’s asking again makes you want to cry happy tears. You nod, placing your hands on his chest and tilting your head up to close the distance. Steve’s lips are soft. His kiss is gentle and sweet. There is no urgency but there is desire and passion behind it. Before you’re able to fully enjoy the kiss Steve is pulling back just enough to look at you. You give each other goofy little grins before Steve gives you another quick peck.

“Now it’s a good night.” You say and his smile widens.

“See you soon?”

“Definitely.”

Steve pulls away. The smile that you love seems to be etched on his face permanently as he turns and leaves. You miss him already but you know that you’ll see him again soon. With the night coming to a close you lock your door and lean your back against it. You bite your bottom lip to try and stop yourself from smiling but you can’t help it.

Deep down you knew that Steve was it. This new development in your relationship was just the start and you couldn’t wait to see where it went.

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“I’m really, really, really, sorry,” I winced, walking up to him with my hands deep in my coat pockets, “Could I borrow-”

He raised an eyebrow, “It’s not a problem.”

“Oh,” I frowned, watching him exhale smoke into the emptiness of the night sky, “I thought you might put up more of a fight.”

“You’re not the first drunk girl to ask me for a cigarette,” he shrugged, flicking his burnt-out smoke to the ground, immediately lighting a new one. He hollowed his cheeks as he inhaled, eyes closing for a brief second, face illuminated by the red ember. He held the cigarette out to me, smoke pooling from his mouth as he spoke, voice thick, “Here.”

“Now I wonder if I want it,” I contemplated, grabbing it before he could pull away, “If you’re such a cigarette whore.”

He coughed, “What?”

“Just giving it out to anyone, aren’t you?” I took a deep drag, exhaling out of the corner of my mouth. His dark eyes flicked over my face, red and stinging from the cold. His lip creased in the corner, pressing wrinkles under his eye.

“I suppose,” he ground the toe of his slick leather shoe into the snow absently, smiling to himself, “I guess that means you take it from anyone?”

I laughed, “Sure.” I dropped the cigarette on the pavement, letting him put his foot to use.

He shook his head, stamping out the perfectly good cig, “Alright.”

“You like beer?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, “There’s a bar behind you.”

“Are you asking me to drink with you?” he brushed a hand through his mess of curls, the tips of his ears wind-burnt.

“I’m asking if I can buy you a beer, I think,” I smiled, “If you’d like.”

He closed an eye, “Sure.”

“Great,” I held out a hand for him, which he cautiously took, “Relax. I just want to keep you around in case I need another smoke.” His fingers didn’t quite wrap around mine, stiff and cold, covering rather than caressing.

“That was my last one,” he let go of my hand, but hooked my arm in his, stuffing his hand into his coat pocket.

“Really?”

“No,” he smirked, “Kidding.”

“Thank God,” I teased, pushing open the door to the bar as he trailed beside me, “You like whiskey?”

“I thought we were having beer,” he unlinked his arm from mine as the crowded room squeezed us together, preferring to linger a hand at my lower back. It didn’t make me uncomfortable, just a few fingertips reassuring me that he was following. The gentle pressure bloomed a warmth down to my heels, and I swallowed.

“Now I’m thinking I might want to get you drunk,” I grinned, glancing back at him, “If you’d like, of course.”

He squinted, licking his lower lip, “Should I be worried?”

“Jenna, should he be worried?” I asked the bartender, leaning against the chewed-up bar.

“Who?” Jenna asked, frowning at him while filling a glass with ice.

“Um,” I bit my lip, and he stared back at me, keeping his mouth closed, “Help me out, will you?”

He let a smirk slip, “Matty.”

“Don’t worry, Matt,” Jenna huffed, passing a drink to a red-faced man on the stool beside me, “Men disappear with her all the time.” I watched Jenna with my jaw slack.

“That… That’s a good thing?” he coughed, watching Jenna pour two shots of whiskey.

“Yeah, ‘cause they come back.” Jenna pushed him a shot glass, “She also tips well.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, passing her a twenty dollar bill.

“See?” Jenna smiled, waving the bill between her fingers, “Have fun, Matt.”

“Sure,” Matty turned the shot glass on the bar, watching me with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“She’s just teasing,” I rolled my eyes, “I know it sounds bad–”

“I don’t mind.”

I blinked, “She did just imply I was a slut.”

“I did that earlier,” he shrugged, picking up his glass and holding it out to me, “Let’s get drunk.”

I laughed, “Okay.” I collided my drink with his, then poured it down the back of my throat. The liquor warmed something behind my heart, buzzing down my esophagus.

“Don’t like whiskey,” he cringed, shaking his head as he swallowed. He sucked in air through his teeth, probably making the taste worse, and gripped the edge of the bar with one hand. I chewed my cheek to hide a smirk. There was a shining drop of amber in the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.

“Too bad,” Jenna interrupted, filling the glasses a second time, “She usually makes them have two.”

“Jenna!” I gasped, rubbing my eye in annoyance, “That’s not true.”

“Alright, fine,” she poured two more glasses, “It’s usually three.”

“Oh my God,” I mumbled, throwing back another glass. Matty followed suit, like a true masochist. He shuddered, scratching at the back of his head. “You don’t have to drink that,” I reminded him.

“That one wasn’t as bad,” he swallowed thickly, fingertips dancing around the edge of his next shot. He closed his eyes, swallowing the liquor in one, shaky gulp. He looked at me with glossy eyes, and I could tell he was trying not to gag. He passed Jenna his credit card, “Please, just two beers.”

“I can pay,” I offered, but Jenna took his card wordlessly.

“I’m trying to stand out,” he stated, glazed lips smiling slightly, “Apparently I have a lot of competition.”

“No, you don’t,” I sighed, “She’s just joking.”

“Right,” Jenna deadpanned, sliding two beers forward, “I was just joking.”

Matty held up his glass, “Cheers, uh– what’s your name?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I tapped our glasses together, smiling as I sipped.

“Okay,” he frowned, tipping his head back to inhale nearly half his beer. I watched a drop of alcohol roll out of the side of his mouth, slipping down his pulsing throat to his unbuttoned white collar. I rested my chin on my palm, the droplet pooling at his collarbone. My arm reached out to his neck, my thumb slipping over the wet streak for a moment. His skin was smooth, well cared for, and warm, like sunlight. I pulled my hand back quickly, realizing what I was doing when his head turned to the side.

“Sorry,” I whispered, wiping my thumb on my jeans.

“Hm?” he looked back at me, oblivious. His lips were parted slightly, his eyelids a bit heavier than they had been outside. His chest heaved in slow, even breaths.

I pursed my lips, smiling, “You’re drunk.”

“You wish, darling,” he slurred, then furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of his own voice, “Shit.”

“That’s so embarrassing,” I giggled into my hand, “You don’t look like a lightweight.”

“I was drinking earlier,” he waved his hand in front of me, his knuckles brushing against the inside of my forearm, “I was smoking outside of a bar, remember?” His cheeks were prickling with pink, a heat rising from his neck.

“So was I,” I tried to ignore the way my arm stung, “I was drunk, asking you for a cigarette, remember?”

“Fuck,” he laughed, “Right.” His hand fell to the bar, his fingertips inching towards my elbow.

“It’s okay,” my face was flushed, and I shifted on my feet, “I’m drunk too.” He smirked at the confession, shaking his head. There was a heat at my elbow, his fingers dipping into the edge of the bone. He traced the point where my skin met the wood of the bar, watching me with amber, hazy eyes. He retreated his hand, grabbing for his glass, which he found to be empty. He sighed, his shoulders lifting and head tilting back at the depth of it. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, then snatched my glass, finishing it off in a few rushed swallows.

“Hey!” I sputtered, wrapping my hand around his wrist. He laughed, the heavy sound vibrating throughout the bar.

“I’ll get you another,” he leaned in, pressing his temple to mine, “Come on.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but shut it. I was curious to see what he would do.

“I want to show you another bar,” he skirted a hand down my shoulder, “Please?”

I nodded, and he clasped my hand tightly. Warm, steady, and completely certain.

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dearestdaffodils · 2 years

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Robby

A/N: inspired purely by this post because a) I love Bob and b) I feel like he would love the reader calling him Robby.

Summary: Bob likes to keep his personal life and work life separate.

It was well known around the base that Bob liked to keep his personal life separate from his life as a pilot. Even his close friends on base knew very little of his personal. If asked, his fellow pilots would simply say that all they knew about Bob’s personal life was that he had an apartment off base that he went home to every day, preferring to drive in every morning.

Phoenix knew more than the others, but only a little. She knew that at noon every day, Bob’s phone lit up with a call from a contact named “darling”. She knew not to pry and Bob never offered an explanation, opting to smile at his phone before letting it go to voicemail. Phoenix also knew that Bob wore a ring on a necklace under his clothes. She had seen it once when Bob left it in the jet. It was a simple silver band, with the word “promise” carved into it. She had never seen Bob wear it, from her observations it always hung around his neck.

Bob’s personal life was a mystery to his friends. And he was perfectly fine with it.

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“Darling?” Bob’s soft voice drifts upstairs, bringing a smile to my face.

“Robby, you’re home!” I beam, bounding down the stairs to hug him.

He smiles, dropping his bag to wrap his arms around me. “Hi, sweet girl,” Bob whispers, tucking his face into my neck as he spins me around. “I missed you today.”

I thought you weren’t supposed to be home till later.” I smile, carefully taking his glasses off so he doesn’t squish them. “Wasn’t everyone going out to the Hard Deck tonight?”

“I wanted to spend time with my girl tonight,” Bob mumbles into my neck. “Plus I didn’t feel like getting my ass handed to me in pool.”

I laugh softly, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “What if I went with you?” I whisper.

“To The Hard Deck?” Bob gulps.

I nod, smiling shyly. “I want to meet everyone. And from what you’ve told me, Phoenix pretty much already knows.”

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, setting me down gently.

“One hundred percent sure, Lieutenant.” I smile, resting my arms around his shoulders.

Bob blushes pink, ducking his head shyly.

“We can surprise them.” I laugh. “It’ll be fun.”

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Bob and I had decided to take separate cars, showing up at the bar at different times. Bob was already there when I walked in the door, standing around the pool table with Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, and the others. I make my way over to the bar, sitting down and ordering a drink.

“That girl at the bar is totally checking Bob out.” Hangman smirks, looking over at me.

“W-what?” Bob whips around, pretending to be shy when he sees me.

“Go talk to her.” Rooster urges, taking a sip of his beer.

Bob shrugs, walking over to me confidently as the rest of the group watches in shock. “Hey, sweet girl.”

“Hey, Robby.” I smile, kissing his cheek. “Ready to introduce me to your crew?”

He nods, smiling softly. “There’s just one thing I need to do before that.” Bob cups my face in his hands, kissing my lips sweetly.

I smile, holding the collar of his shirt as we kiss. I start to laugh when I hear noises of shock from Rooster and Hangman, followed by an enthusiastic ‘I KNEW IT’ from Phoenix.

Bob slowly pulls back, helping me up from my seat and leading me over to the group. “Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Sweet girl, meet everyone.”

I wave, tucking myself into Bob’s side. “Robby’s told me a lot about you guys.”

“Never thought I’d see the day.” Hangman chuckles, shaking his head. “Our Bob with a girl as pretty as this.”

“Back off, Hangman,” Bob mutters. “She’s mine.”

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 11 months

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 2

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship if that is triggering for you.

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“Hey dollface, can we get another round?”

You nodded at the table as you moved through the bar, gathering their empty glasses. You headed behind the bar, refilling them, and set them on the tray. Balancing the tray on one arm, you delivered them to the group of drunk plant workers. They were regulars, shameless flirts, but completely harmless and generally pretty good tippers.

“Sweetheart, when are you going to let me take you out?” Ray asked, his words slurring as he tipped his head toward you. “I keep asking.”

“And I keep telling you never,” you laughed jokingly.

“I’m going to break you down one of these days,” he said. “You just wait.”

“I’ll be on the edge of my seat,” you teased with a roll of your eyes.

“Ray’s a good guy,” his friend Bob piped up. “He’d show you a good time.”

“Ray couldn’t handle me boys,” you winked.

“Damn…come on!” you heard them yell as you moved to another table.

John had been right, the place was absolutely packed. You'd been running back and forth between the tables and the bar all night. Joey had been wiping down tables, cleaning up spills and you put him, much to his dismay, on vomit duty, just in case. You were not cleaning up bodily fluids if you could help it and you had more years in than him. It was good to be able to delegate the ickier jobs to someone else now. You'd put in enough time cleaning toilets and wiping up puke.

The first band had just finished their set and a lot of the customers rose from their seats, moving around. They would be hitting the bathrooms, grabbing more drinks, wandering around to chat for a bit while they waited for Corroded Coffin to be set up.

The first set’s band members came out from backstage and made their way directly to the bar. You headed behind the bar, anticipating that these guys would be looking for drinks. John wanted you to make sure you always took good care of the talent, especially if they were decent enough for him to invite back. He didn’t want any reason for them to turn him down. This bar’s success was based on a steady stream of good live music.

“What can I get for you boys?” you asked, flashing them a grin.

“Are you on the menu?” one of the guys asked. He was not unpleasant to look at. Long blond hair teased out all around his head. His eyes were a deep cobalt blue, rimmed in black eyeliner, and he had a nice smile that was currently aimed directly at you. Pink lipstick coated his lips and you had to say, the color definitely suited him. He was good looking, a little stuck in the glam rock phase but you couldn’t fault him for that, but he was no Eddie who hadn’t left your thoughts since you first saw him. If you were going to force yourself to steer clear of Eddie, this guy was definitely not worth your time.

“Afraid not,” you replied, keeping a smile on her face as you did. “But I can get you anything else you want.”

“That’s a shame,” he said, shaking his head. “I think you and I would have some fun.”

“We probably would,” you agreed with a laugh. “I'm quite a good time. But, unfortunately, I don’t date rock stars, sorry. Now, what would you like to drink?”

The band ordered and you got their drinks. The Bret Michaels wannabe flashed you a smile and a wink as they headed off into the crowd to watch the next set. You shook your head with a laugh, wiping down the counter where they sloshed some of their drinks when they grabbed them.

“Damn, this is crazy,” Joey breathed, coming up to stand next to you. “My feet are killing me. What are all these people doing here? We never have a crowd like this. I’ve been all over this place about a hundred times.”

“Yeah, it’s quite a crowd tonight,” you agreed, but your focus was firmly on the stage where Corroded Coffin was now taking their places. Eddie had added a denim vest and a bandana around his mess of waves and damn if he didn’t look even hotter. What was it with this guy? You had seen your share of hot musicians. Why was this guy so special? Why couldn't you shake him?

“There’s your boy,” Joey teased, bumping you with his elbow.

“He’s not my boy,” you seethed through gritted teeth. “Would you just shut up? Besides, he already asked and I already told him I’m not interested.”

“Huh, did not see that coming” he said, surprised. “I’m actually impressed.”

“I do have self control, you know. I'm not some helpless girl who swoons and loses her shit at any cute guy in a band. I am capable of turning down a guy with a guitar.”

Joey laughed, “I know you are. I saw Nothin’ But a Good Time back there, trying real hard to get a date with you and you shot him down.”

“Oh my god,” you giggled. “I thought the exact same thing. Bret Michaels wannabe. I mean, that guy is hot and all, but he’s no Bret.”

Your attention was back to the stage, your eyes drawn to Eddie whether you wanted them to be or not. He glanced out in the crowd, caught you watching him and gave you a wink as he swung his guitar strap over his shoulder. You gasped, struggling to catch your breath. Bret Jr. had just done the same thing and nothing, but this guy winks and your whole body responds. Seriously, you had to get a handle on this.

“You are hopeless,” Joey whispered in your ear. “I am betting he’s got you on the hook before the end of the night.”

“Shut up,” you snapped. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not. That guy has put some kind of spell on you. You can’t stop watching him. I mean, I’m jealous. I wish you or hell, any girl, would look at me like that.”

“Jesus, you’re such an ass,” you muttered. “Go make yourself useful or something.”

You worked hard to keep herself busy while Corroded Coffin was on stage. If you found herself gazing toward the stage, you would find another task that needed done. It wasn’t too hard since the bar was so busy tonight. Lots of refills and rounds of shots to be gotten. The band finally finished their set and you felt relief flow through you. You let Joey know you were going to sneak out front to have a quiet smoke break before the last band came on.

Leaning against the cool concrete of the building, you closed your eyes and took a deep hit of your cigarette, holding in the smoke before slowly exhaling it through your nose. God, you needed this. That guy had you on edge in a way you'd never been before. You didn’t understand it but it could not be anything good.

“You hiding from me?”

Shit. You took another drag of your cigarette, bracing yourself, before opening your eyes and glancing over. There he was, the whole reason you had snuck out here for some peace and quiet. You were trying to get your head right and now he had just smashed any chance of that.

“If I was, then the last thing I would want is you coming to find me.”

“Or maybe you do want me to find you. I mean, it would be a good way to ensure we get some time alone,” he said, moving toward you.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You had to stay strong. You couldn’t do this again. This would end badly. It always ended badly. This would only lead to pain and heartbreak and you swore you weren't going to do this again.

“You have a very high opinion of yourself.”

Eddie smirked, his hands coming to rest on the building behind you, framing your head as he leaned in close, his hair gently brushing along your cheek. Your body betrayed you, sending tremors of yearning right down to your core. Those full, delicious looking lips were a mere breath away from yours.

“I have a very high opinion that you and I could have some fun together,” Eddie said, his lips moving close to your ear. “And I think you want to say yes.”

He took your hand and brought it up, taking a slow, drawn out hit off your cigarette. You froze. Of course he just wanted to have fun. That’s all it was to any of these guys, have some fun and then they’re done. Isn’t that what blondie said earlier, too? They would have some fun together.

“Unfortunately for you,” you hissed, “I am not some whore who just wants to help you get your rocks off for the night. But I’m sure there’s a girl in there who will, so do me a favor, find her, and leave me the hell alone.”

You shoved him back forcefully, shooting a glare his way before tossing your cigarette and storming back into the bar. Asshole rockstars. They were all the same. They thought they could just flash a smile and play a guitar and any girl was going to open her legs for them, give them what they wanted, and then they took off, moving onto the next one.

“Whoa, you alright?” Joey asked as you stomped behind the bar.

“I’m fine,” you growled. “Stop being so nosy and just go do your damn job. I have the bar.”

“Shit, sorry,” he said softly, scampering off and away from your rage.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to remember what your yoga instructor had taught you. Joey didn’t deserve your wrath. He had done nothing to you and bartenders couldn’t be pissy. That would not get you good tips tonight and you survived on those tips. Minimum wage was not going to pay the bills. You had to get this under control. You didn’t even know this guy. He did not get to ruin your night.

“Hey, can you get these guys a round of tequila?” John called from across the bar and put his thumb down to let you know he meant the cheap stuff. He must be covering this round for them. He never paid for mid or top shelf.

You nodded and began grabbing shot glasses, setting them up on a tray before pouring generous shots of bottom shelf liquor into each glass. You lifted the tray and began to head to the table when you saw Eddie walk back into the bar. He glanced over at you and you purposefully looked away, focusing your eyes on the table of guys. You delivered their shots with a smile and then walked back to the bar.

Eddie intercepted you, attempting to block your path, and you moved around him. Why couldn’t this guy just take a hint? You had made it pretty damn obvious that you weren't interested in what he was offering.

You went behind the bar, pouring yourself a shot of the same tequila you had just served the table. Pouring it back, you cringed as it burned the whole way down. Shit, that was definitely bottom shelf garbage. You shuddered, slamming the glass down and saw Eddie on the other side of the bar, those chocolate brown eyes watching you closely.

“Jesus Christ,�� you muttered. “Do you have a problem figuring out when you’ve been rejected?”

“I have a problem when people judge me without actually knowing me,” he said. “You don’t know me and yet, you assume I am this absolute prick.”

“Listen, there are about a hundred chicks here tonight ready and willing,” you said. “Go find one of them! I told you I’m not interested.”

“That’s not what your body was saying to me outside.”

“Jesus, listen to yourself. You really need a reality check. You think you are this irresistible rock god? I have seen dozens of guys like you. You’re not that special.”

He stared at you and then he jabbed his hand into his chest, falling backward off the stool. You gasped and looked over the bar, concerned for a second, but then he jumped back up, sticking his bottom lip out.

“You wound me,” he said dramatically and you sighed, pressing your fingers into your forehead. “I’m going to win you over. I promise you. I’m not giving up.”

He walked away and you pinched the bridge of your nose. God, he was annoying. Annoying and also irresistible. Yeah, you knew what you had said to him, but that had been a lie. The man was definitely something special. You had never seen another man like him in all your years of watching musicians. And you had to give him points for persistence. Most guys would have decided this was not worth the trouble and given up already.

You were relieved to find that he left you alone for the rest of the night. You didn’t know how many more times you could resist him. Your self control felt as thing as a rubber band, just waiting to snap. He had been breaking you down a little with each encounter. The bar finally closed and you felt your entire body relax, the tension you had been holding in fear of his next attempt fading. You were proud of yourself. The night was over. He was gone and you had stuck to your promise to yourself. Maybe he had finally given up.

You and Joey mopped the floor and stacked chairs quickly before grabbing your things. You headed out the front door toward Joey's car. He was giving you a ride home because your friend, Jen, had dropped you off for your shift. You shared a car so you figured it out as you went, depending on your work schedules. As you headed into the parking lot, you both froze.

All of your previous restraint shattered at the sight waiting for you. There he was, leaning against a magnificent bike, smoking a cigarette, and waiting for you, looking as relaxed as could be. He looked up and smiled the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

“I told you I wasn’t giving up. Why don’t you hop on and let me take you for a ride.”

Fuck.

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1-800-local-slut · 5 months

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Hi, I was just wondering if you were able to write a klaus x black!reader story based on the video that I will put a link for on here. It’s just I don’t see too many blogs that write for black readers on here and yours just happen to be one of my favorites. The scene is from a show called Empire.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8USmuBM/

Peaches

I LOVE me some Empire and I love you for this ask, this is one of my favorite scenes from the show! Thank you so much for this ask and for reading my stuff, I really appreciate it. I'm sorry this took so long, I had it planned out but then school started giving me hell </3. I gave the reader the nickname Peaches for this as well, I hope you like it <333. Also please let me know if this was how you wanted it, if not I can always rewrite it.

Klaus is invited to take a bite out of a peach

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Witch! Reader

Reader is Klaus's witch friend, and she goes to handle some negotiations for him. She has a bit too much fun during negotiations and here comes Klaus to the rescue.

I am so sorry this took so long my darling, whenever my writing takes a dip, its because my mental state drops like really bad. I was in a bad place for a while bbg, and I hope this makes up for it <3

Warnings: Drinking, witch reader, reader does a drinking game with some witches, reader gets attacked for like two seconds, reader is attacked, reader is horny, reader is nicknamed Peaches, I didn't give a lot of background for how Klaus and Peaches know each other, this is a bit short, allusions to smut, reader is a bit questionable, smutty thoughts, reader is thick

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Under the low lights of the bar, the vibrant rhythm of blues and laughter lingered in the air, the cool night breeze blowing over her. Drunk people stood outside the bar with her, laughing and talking to each other. Among them, Peaches found herself deep in the pit of intoxication.

The music thumped behind her, her head throbbing with the beat. She giggled to herself, clutching her purse and adjusting the strap around her shoulder.

It had been an hour of negotiations. Klaus had once again had some sort of issue with a coven. He dropped her off two hours ago and asked her to do her best to ensure things went their way. After all, she didn't just help Klaus out for free. She did just that.

After finishing off a bottle of Pink Whitney, she won a victory and secured some allegiance for Klaus (mostly for herself). She was holding on to a wall next to her for support.

The Earth spun beneath her feet as she groaned to herself. How did she let herself get so drunk? Sure, she was technically just doing something for Klaus, but letting herself get wasted when there were so many different things to do before the sun rose? Irresponsible.

Then again, being friends with Klaus and doing magic for him wasn't the most responsible action. When it came to Klaus, she couldn't stop herself. She was an abomination to other witches, a servant of nature who consistently did whatever for her own personal gain, even if that meant working with Klaus.

He encouraged her in ways that were detrimental to those around them. He made her feel untouchable. His actions created a safe haven for the witch, a place where she could be free to chase all of her ambitions to the fullest with no judgment. She was born with these powers. Gifted even. Why should she not use them how she sees fit? Klaus taught her that when they first met. In a way, he freed her.

As she staggered past the walls littered with graffiti and cigarette butts, she looked around at the bright lights of New Orleans. The city Klaus seemed to fight tooth and nail for. Footsteps crunched behind her, and her head snapped around to see a young woman and a man giggling against a wall. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned around.

She wished that was her. Her with Klaus. In a way, Klaus was her perfect match. He understood her, helped her in any way he could, and in exchange, she helped him. It helped a lot that he was so handsome. His large hands around hers when he would have such a simple conversation with her.

The way he'd stare into her eyes with a knowing smirk, like he knew she was silently pining over him. Like he could see each memory of her running her hands over her body to thoughts of him. He would smile when she would boldly flirt back with him like he was daring her to flirt with him.

She wanted to feel his giant hands on her breasts instead of her own. He'd be whispering sweet nothings in her ear with that sexy accent. What if she called him right now? Or texted him to see if it was all in her imagination. Shit, she was way drunker than she thought; her thoughts wouldn't usually run this rampant.

Chuckling to herself, she stopped her trek to... God only knows where she was going. She just wanted out of that bar and that alley. Silly. She felt so silly? Her eyelids felt so heavy but also so light. Her body was buzzing, and she had an overwhelming urge to dance. On Klaus.

Aggressive footsteps pounded behind her, and just before she could turn, there was a man shoving into her. It was quick. Before she could give an aneurysm, before she could even blink or anything, he was on her. One moment she was dreaming about grinding up against her close friend.

Fuck, why did she drink so much? There was a man pushing her against a wall with such great force it made her head spin.

"MUGGER! MUGGER!" She wailed, jamming her fist into his back, although it wasn't working. Okay, being drunk in the dark alleyways of NOLA? Not a great idea. Carrying an expensive purse? Even worse of an idea. To be fair, running around with Klaus makes her practically invulnerable to any supernatural creatures. Humans, she more often forgets about.

With a grunt, he tossed her back into the wall, attempting to shake her purse free of her grip.

"Imma kill you, you picked the wrong one!" She screeched, in her drunken state deciding it would be easier to fight off a man far bigger than her. She put her free hand up and made a fist, socking the man in his jaw.

"You stupid motherfucker." She slurred, as she heard a whoosh close to her. Was she about to get jumped? The last thing she needed was to be jumped and probably murdered, seeing as she was too drunk to remember any spells right now. But when they came back, she was gonna get them.

With a grunt, the man was thrown off her and all her weight was free to fall. She fell into a pair of strong arms, hearing a familiar chuckle.

"Someone's out of sorts." Thank God. It was Klaus and his sexy leather jacket. And his sexy voice. Klaus was just sexy in general.

"Hey sexy." She giggled, Klaus lifting her off her feet and turning her body around so he could lift her. He was carrying her, cradling her tenderly while she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She silently thanked that mugger.

"Where did you come from? The strip club? Were you shaking it all night, Klaus?" Klaus laughed boisterously, his head tilting back. She could see every part of his beautiful body from the shoulders up. He smelled like blood and his signature cologne. The cologne that she's imagined spraying over herself or the scent enveloping her as Klaus's warm body engulfed hers.

Leather, like his jacket. Oak, like the wood of trees, musk, and something spicy. Like he was standing in the spice section of Stop and Shop. There was no point in trying to hide the sniff she took of him, which had Klaus jump. He was strangely silent, considering he never shut his ass up.

"What are you doing?" Klaus asked the woman who had a grip on his jacket. Her nose tickled him, and she could feel his stubble rubbing on her face. He just felt so good, that she couldn't help the soft moan escaping her full lips.

"Now, when I get drunk I'm 'attempting to hide from my deep emotional issues,' but when you do it, it's fine?"

"That's because you suck, but when I'm drunk you look soooo good. I just wanna take a bite out of you." She nipped his neck, all of her senses gone. There was nothing she could really do anymore.

Klaus had a way of getting under her skin, when she really wanted him in her.

"Don't do that." He scolded playfully, and pushed her head away. He began to walk towards wherever he came from, and she moaned. She wanted to go dance with Klaus in

Or skipping all of that and just getting plowed outside the club.

"Where did you even come from? You watching my body, Klaus? That's okay, I want you to keep your eyes on me." She grinned lazily and poked Klaus in his nose when he grunted and rolled her eyes. He adjusted her in his arms, and she smiled softly. He was just so gentle.

"Someone had to make sure you weren't being kidnapped and sold off. I can't just leave my favorite witch out here all alone in the cold, Peaches. What type of man would I be?" Klaus grinned, pushing some of her hair from her eyes.

"A bitch," she spat with distaste. Then she started dragging a nail up and down his chest while looking up dreamily into his eyes.

"But you're not a bitch, you're a sexy beast. I'm not even kidding." Klaus sighed as they approached the car. He chuckled down at the drunk witch whom he affectionately nicknamed Peaches.

"Peach, you're very drunk." Placing her body down against the car for a second while he fought to open the door and keep her from falling.

"You know why they call me Peach?" She asked, whispering in his ear up close. Her lips dangerously close to her ear, as she gripped him by his wrist.

"Yes, I nicknamed you that because you're sweet. Like a peach." Did Klaus know better than to try and rationalize with the wasted, but he couldn't help himself. Every chance at conversation with her, he took.

"No, it's because of this." She brought Klaus's hand down on her clothed ass. The soft flesh was being warmed by Klaus's large hand. It sent a heat through her entire body. It wasn't the first time Klaus had ever grabbed her ass. Casual friendship things for the two of them. Still, he jumped, and attempted to worm his hand away after he gave two squeezes.

"I'm flattered Peach, but you're a bit too gone for me right now." He began loading her into the car, while her arms locked around his neck.

"Yeahhh, I'm Peach. Did you name me Peaches because of this ass?" She almost moaned. Klaus now had her laying on her back in the car, and she threw one of her legs onto his shoulders.

"No, I told you why I named you that silly." She sighed and tossed her head back while inhaling the leather interior of the seats.

"Take a bite out of me since I'm suuuuuch a peach." She droned, sarcastically. In truth, Peaches did want Klaus to take a bite out of her.

Pushing her legs down, Klaus tried to get her legs into the car.

"Peaches, as beautiful as you are I do need to drive us home." He chuckled, and she groaned before breaking into a fit of giggles. It was infectious and spreading through her entire being; she couldn't stop.

Blue eyes flickered to the front seat, and it dawned on her then Klaus probably had someone drive him to come get her. It was night, and if he was conducting business all day, he was certainly too lazy to do it himself.

Klaus was staring down at her. A desire that Klaus couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. His eyes glued to her thighs and the smooth skin of her legs. He could probably see her underwear from there but she didn't even care. Klaus allowed himself a squeeze of his Peach, and she let out a soft sigh.

"Just...just..." She broke into more nonsensical giggles.

"Are you alright?" Elijah's smooth voice broke the tension in the back. The tension between the two. Slowly but surely, she was bringing him too the edge of his self-control. It makes sense now that the usually animalistic Klaus wasn't all over her like he usually would be. Klaus was with his brother, who probably wasn't in the mood for his horny antics. But Peaches was.

"Oh Elijah! Hi, I want your brother to take a bite out of this peach. Wouldn't you want some of this?" She teased, rolling onto her side and making eye contact with Elijah through the rearview mirror.

Elijah took a moment, as if he was loading, and then broke into a deep laugh.

"I can't say I wouldn't partake if given the chance." He nodded, as Klaus scowled at Elijah.

"See? Elijah would partake. Come take a piece of this." She ushered flirtatiously through laughter. Klaus shook his head and rolled onto his side.

"Elijah, whether he likes to admit it or not, would sleep with any black woman who breathed in his direction." Klaus rolled her eyes as he slid into the passenger's seat after finally shutting the door. She stretched and rolled back onto her back and stretched.

"Don't throw up back there." Klaus warned, clearly amused at her drunk antics.

"Shut up." She grumbled as she prepared to fall into a horny sleep. If Klaus wasn't gonna take a bite, what was even the point of staying awake? After a yawn, she rolled over and dosed off to dreams of Klaus giving into that animalistic look from early.

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