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ellecdc · 23 days

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James and Sirius and Remus and Lily and *takes a dramatic breath* you?

this one's for you @enamoredwithbella, thanks for sorting this idea out with me @unstablereader

poly!Marauders + Lily x shy!reader who is so smitten with them

CW: fem!reader, reader has hair long enough to be played with, reader is in Hufflepuff, swearing, consent because it's sexy AF

This was obviously a bad idea.

You’re not even sure how your friends managed to convince you to attend the Gryffindor party, but you swore to every deity it would never happen again.

There were too many people (most of whom you’d never spoken to before), it was too loud (songs you didn’t particularly care for), and the fifteenth time someone bumped into you nearly sent you over the edge.

“Whoa there, sweetheart.” A low voice commented as an arm quickly righted you from your nearly horizontal position. “Y’alright?”

You looked up to see the face of none other than Gryffindor quidditch captain James Potter beaming down at you.

You were ashamed of yourself for the way that smile made you feel.

“Erm, yup! Thanks.” You squeaked, quickly freeing yourself from James’ grasp so fast that you nearly knocked someone else over in your attempt at creating distance between you and the Headboy.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like James. On the contrary; you were rather smitten with him.

Him and his partners - which was nothing short of dense in simple terms.

But you couldn’t help the way you blushed when he held the doors open for you as you walked into classes, or the friendly smile and wave he’d shoot at you when he saw you on Prefect rounds.

You sort of wished he’d stop being so bloody nice to you; maybe then you’d be able to get over this crush that was never going to amount to anything.

But James was taken; three times over.

And what a sodding group they were.

Heart Throb of Hogwarts™ Sirius Black in his effortless style, his devil may care attitude, and his insatiable flirting. Being noticed by Sirius felt like your favourite rockstar singing a song written just for you.

And don’t even get you started on the enigma that is Remus Lupin; the Cassanova of Gryffindor tower. Everyone in your year (and likely the years below you) had at some point or another crushed hard on the quiet Marauder; but it really couldn’t be helped. He was tall, he was handsome, he was kind, and though he was far more quiet than his counterparts, the quips he shared with you never ceased to reduce you to a fit of laughter.

And gods, was Lily Evans ever beautiful. She was the total package; she was funny, outgoing, smart, and stunning. Looking at her even now with her long auburn hair as she threw her head back in laughter; so open and care free in her actions. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be her or being underneath-

No.

No. That was not a nice thing to think about someone who was in a committed relationship.

You let out a sigh as you zoned back into the fact that James still had one of his hands on your elbow and was smiling curiously at you.

“Thanks for the save! I really owe you one.” You chuckled awkwardly and nearly took out one of the Prewett twins in your haste to leave Potter’s vicinity.

Unfortunately, trouble seemed to be following you.

And by trouble, you meant Sirius Black.

“Damn, Hufflepuff!” He cheered as he moved a sultry gaze up and down your body appreciatively. “Give us a spin, dollface.”

You felt all the blood in your body migrate to your cheeks as you fought to keep your mouth from falling open.

Lily, the beautiful angel (or the evil temptress, depending on how you looked at it), swatted at Sirius from her perch on the arm of the chair her boyfriend was currently occupying.

“Down boy; you’re going to scare her away.” She teased with a smirk as she winked at you.

You felt momentarily grateful for her.

And then she spoke again.

“Then none of us will get to look at her.”

Fucking Helga, was it hot in here? They needed to open more windows; preferably one you could launch yourself out of right now, thank you very much.

“That’d be such a shame, really. Sorry doll, you don’t gotta spin - no one else here deserves to appreciate such a view.”

“Okay.” You squeaked and turned in search of your friends.

You know what? Fuck your friends; you were leaving with or without them.

They weren’t….flirting with you, were they?

Surely not.

Of course not.

What a ridiculous thing to think.

But…it certainly felt like they were flirting with you.

Maybe one more glance?

Just as you were about to approach the portrait hole, you turned for one more look at the objects of your affection and your current tormentors and - yup, sure enough - Sirius, Lily, and now James were all standing there smiling at you.

They were watching you leave?!

Okay time to go, that is enough nonsense for one day.

You spun and collided with something tall and solid which thankfully caught your arms as you all but ricocheted off of them.

“Hey there, dove. Where’re you headed in such a hurry?”

Please for the love of gods, don’t tell me…

But of course, you looked up to see the face of one Remus Fucking Lupin smirking down at you.

“You lot are everywhere.” You whispered in awe. The bastard only chuckled in response.

“Come on you guys! We’re going to start a game of truth or dare!” Lily called over to…you (?) and Remus.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to miss that, would we?” Remus murmured lowly into your ear as he steered you towards the growing circle congregating around the various chairs and sofas littering the common room.

And listen, you’re not particularly proud that you were so placid in Remus’ man handling you.

But in your defence…

In your defence, Remus was man handling you.

And to your absolute horror, he plopped you down beside Lily on a large chair that was not quite large enough for two people.

You tried to swallow your heart back down which was attempting to escape via your mouth as you became hyper focused on the fact that Lily sodding Evans was pushed up against you none too casually and- Merlin’s tits, was she playing with your hair!?

You pretended to pay attention as a few rounds passed by; your friend being dared to give you a lap dance being the most brazen thing to have taken place.

Until it got to the Marauders.

Marlene dared Sirius to strip down to his boxers for a whole round which he was all but too eager to do, apparently. Meaning he got to ask the next person.

“Moony!”

Remus smiled down at his lap before he looked over at one of his boyfriend’s mischievously.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl here.”

You’re not necessarily proud of the way your heart plummeted at that; this is what you had been telling yourself all night. They were taken.

No matter if they complimented you.

No matter if they caught you as you fell.

No matter if they snuggled up to you on a chair designed for one.

No matter if one of them made you feel like you leaving the party early would have been truly devastating.

No matter.

“That’s impossible; there’s two of them.” Remus said quickly, causing your heart to ache for Lily.

Who even says that when their girlfriend is sitting right here!?

You kept your head down as the party all ooooh’ed and aawwwweee’d.

James let out a funny high pitched laugh as if he were an over excited kid on Christmas morning. “Guess you’ll have to kiss them both then.”

You really should have left when you had the chance; you weren’t sure you could watch.

It was their business if they wanted to include another, but that didn’t mean you had to like it.

“Or they can kiss each other; I think I’d enjoy that just as much.”

“Sounds good to me.” Lily said as she stood; the space she once inhabited felt cold and vacant without her.

“Well? Come on then?” She said as she grabbed your arm.

“What?”

“Come with me.” She said again, wiggling your arm within your grasp, and who were you to deny her, really?

Like a well trained dog you followed her obediently over to where Remus sat before she all but shoved you into his lap.

“You seem like the fidgety type; maybe Rem can help with that, hm?” She said as she shot a wink at Remus over your shoulder.

His arms wrapped possessively around your waist as he rested his chin on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Is it okay if she kisses you, pretty girl?”

You had no time to be absolutely horrified at the pathetic little keening sound that escaped your lips as you looked up at the red-head now towering over you.

“What do you say, gorgeous?” And though her emerald eyes did shine with some mischief, you could see she was earnest; this was your choice.

“Okay.” You whispered barely loud enough for you to hear yourself over the hammering of your heart.

“Yeah?” She whispered as she knelt in front of you.

“Yeah.” You agreed.

And you only got to see the soft, hopeful smile that adorned her lips for but a moment before her hands were on either side of your face and she was pressing her soft lips to yours.

It could have been hours or centuries but it was also all too soon before she was pulling away from you; a proud smile on her lips though her cheeks were a similar colour to her hair.

You became aware of the hooting and hollering going on around you as Remus’ chest began to vibrate in laughter.

“Beautiful.” He murmured - likely more to himself than to you, but you heard it all the same.

“Do I get a turn?!” James shouted before Sirius roughly grabbed him by the waist and planted him down on his lap.

“Not before me, Jamie.” He snickered as he shot you a wink.

The audacity of a man to still be so confident sitting in nothing but his boxers.

You tried to hide behind your hands though it was all for naught as Remus made a theatrical cooing sound and pulled you further into his lap until you were all but cradled in his arms.

“Maybe without an audience next time, hm?” He asked you as he brushed some hairs away from your forehead.

Not trusting yourself to speak (or to even make direct eye contact with the bloke currently cuddling you in your lap), you nodded with your face still hidden.

“Way to go babe.” James said as Lily went to join the two boys on their loveseat. “You were so good, we’ll even get a next time!”

read about their first date here!

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bleedingoptimism · 5 months

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They hear the ‘ding’ of the elevator as they walk inside the very luxurious building and Robin grabs Steve’s hand and makes them run to the door yelling, “Hold! Please!”

A hand covered in rings and with short nails painted black appears from inside and holds the door for them. They get in as Robin breathes out little ‘thank yous’ under her breath and Steve smiles at the gentleman who helped them. His brows go up a little at how handsome the man is. He’s wearing black dress pants and a black silk shirt under an also black suit jacket. The whole look is expensive and the man wears it very well. With his long curly hair tied at the back of his neck, plus the rings, the nails, and the surprising amount of piercings in his ears, he looks like a rockstar. He has a cute nose and full lips that look very enticing and big beautiful brown eyes that are looking back at him.

Steve smiles once more and nods politely figuring he should stop staring. They have to go up like a billion floors or something so this is going to be a long elevator ride. Probably shouldn’t make their traveling companion uncomfortable.

He distracts himself by looking at Robin, fixing her hair behind her ear. She looks great. Slack pants and a tight dress shirt in grey tones with black suspenders adorned with metal cufflinks. Short hair loose and just the right amount of disheveled and a graphic eyeliner so sharp it could cut you. He would know. He did her makeup. They were asked to dress party chick but professional, which neither of them knew what the hell meant but Steve is pretty sure Robin nailed it. He just hopes he did a good job too.

He’s wearing a white thigh shirt of a soft material he couldn’t for the life of him remember the name of and black dress pants, the ones that fit him like a second skin, paired with a big leather belt, just to add a little extra. He tries to inconspicuously check himself out in the mirrors of the elevator but accidentally meets eyes with the well-dressed man again. Who adverts his gaze quickly and Steve realizes he just caught him checking him out. He smiles to himself and looks down bashfully only to be horrified by what he notices because, his white shirt? The stupid fabric he can’t name? Totally sheer. Well not totally, but a little. Like he can see his nipples right now a little.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

“Robin, we need to go.” he suddenly says grabbing Robin by the back of the elbow.

Robin turns to him previously just nervously watching the floor numbers change and frowns worried, “What? We are already here, Steve! What do mean?”

“I need to go home and change Robin! I can’t-” He whispers to her, although he knows it’s in vain, there’s no way the handsome man isn’t about to hear a very embarrassing conversation.

“We are literally in the elevator. We are not going back home so you can change!” Robin huffs annoyed now that she knows it wasn’t anything more serious, “What’s wrong with your clothes?” she asks pinching his shirt between her fingers.

Steve turns his back to the man and crowds Robin, facing her, “Can you see my nipples?” he asks trying to keep his voice low but he hears a cough that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle behind him.

Robin looks at him like he’s lost his mind but, as always she goes with it, “Yes?”

Steve puts his palms over them and gasps and Robin starts laughing “What are you doing?” she says between giggles at the same time Steve exclaims, “I can’t show our new boss my nipples!”

“Steve, what?! I thought it was on purpose! You know, just a peek, a little chess hair, a little nipple.” Robin says still laughing but stops when she sees Steve is looking actually distressed.

She huffs and runs her hands up and down his arms comfortingly.

“Why would I want to show them my nipples!” Steve groans and Robin shrugs.

“It’s sexy? We were asked to dress for a party”

“Why would I want to look sexy for work?” Steve asks again, still trying to convince Robin to let him go home and change.

But Robin tilts her head to the side, “But you can’t turn that off, though? Like, you are always sexy.”

Instantly his mood changes and he smiles and coos at her, “Aww, that’s so sweet, babe! But you are biased…”

Robin scoffs at being babied and raises an eyebrow, “How am I biased?”

“Because you love me!” Steve answers like it’s obvious. And Robin nods as if taking in the information.

“Okay. I see your biases and I raise you the following point: It’s objective. Because I’m a lesbian.”

Steve laughs, but he’s not the only one. For a second, Steve had forgotten they had an audience member. A very handsome audience member. He blushes, the guy must think he’s such an idiot. But at least he thinks they are funny. He turns back to his side and smiles at him again.

But Robin suddenly jumps a little beside him, like she had just noticed him, and says, “Stranger! Opinion?”

“Rob, no-” Steve starts but Robin leans over him to talk to the man, “Shirt. Good? Bad?” She says moving her hands in front of Steve as if she was showcasing him. Steve blushes some more and tries to keep a neutral face. So he ends up just white-man smiling awkwardly.

The man chuckles again and then looks at Steve from top to bottom and back again, “You look good,” he says smirking.

And Steve's blush deepens. But Robin either doesn’t notice or is enjoying it, because she keeps questioning him, “Good. What are thinking? Slutty or sexy?”

The man leans his head to the side, his eyes roaming over Steve's chest and Steve has to resist the urge to cover his nipples again.

“It’s sexy.” he says, voice deep and serious as if this was an important conversation and not Robin and Steve being dumbasses, “Like, sophisticated sexy.”

Steve shakes himself to try to make his blush go away and addresses the man, “I- well, thank you, first. And second, I’m sorry you were dragged into this. But would you want to look sexy meeting your new boss?” he asks him.

He taps his chin in thought and then says, “Your friend is right though, are already here. Just don’t flirt with them and you'll be fine!”

At that Steve purses lips and Robin snorts rudely. “That might be a problem,” she says.

The man laughs surprised and Steve can’t help but think he has a really nice laugh, “How?” he asks them.

“Steve has a little miscommunication problem,” Robin explains, “When he tries to be charming people think he's flirting.”

Steve crosses his arms and huffs making the few locks that fall on his forehead lift a bit and fall back down, “I have no idea what I’m doing wrong! I’m just trying to be nice..”

The man is looking at him with raised eyebrows and he blinks a couple of times before snickering, “Looks like your friend is right, again. You just can’t turn sexy off, uh?”

Robin laughs really hard at that and Steve goes back to full tomato status.

“I could've tried!” he says, not even sure what are they arguing about anymore.

“How?” Robin asks him amused.

“I don’t know, a big sweater? Something knitted, comfy?” he tries but they both shake their head at him.

“That sounds sexy too,” The man says and Steve frowns,

“Literally. How?”

“It gives off fuck vibes. Like you are really fuckable,” he says, and then his eyes go wide and he bites his lips.

Robin’s eyes go wide too and she snorts, looking at Steve who is just staring at the guy with his mouth hanging slightly open.

“Sorry!” the man says, raising his hands in mock surrender, “That was so out of line- I- oh! Saved by the bell it seems,” he says when the elevator dings, “This is my floor”

The doors open and Argyle and Jon are on the other side and Steve realizes, this is also their floor.

“Eddie!” Argyle says as the man moves towards him and they shake hands enthusiastically.

“Steve, Robin” Jon greets them with a smile as they slowly walk out of the elevator, watching Eddie’s deer-in-the-headlights expression.

“Ah! I hope you had a pleasant elevator ride and didn’t do anything awkward!” Argyle jokes completely oblivious, “I’m a little sad I didn’t get to introduce you guys!”

“...What do you mean?” Robin asks with a forced smile.

“Steve, Robin: This Eddie Munson!” Argyle says moving behind Steve and Robin and hugging them by the shoulders so they stand directly in front of Eddie, “Your new boss!”

#stranger things #steddie #meet cute #but awkward #kinda #i wrote something #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve is bringing sexy back (yeah)#eddie doesnt know how to act (yeah)

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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rockstar!jean loves having you as his assistant. Not just because you’re so efficient and hard working but you’re an absolute sight for sore eyes. The prettiest thing he’s ever seen with a shy and bashful personality…it’s so cute how nervous you get around him, despite the fact you’ve been working for Mr. Kirschtein for three years. It really doesn’t help matters any when he tries to hold a conversation with you and all you can do is keep staring at the ground, stuttering over yourself..it only makes him want to tease you more! “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Use your words, beautiful. Can’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” Just making the most normal of conversations sound so sensual and sexy. You’ll be sitting in on some of his practice sessions, watching him grip the neck of that guitar and strum his tattooed fingers along the strings..having thoughts no employee should about their boss. “You like the new song or you just wanna watch me play? Maybe I could teach you sometime.” You could always get lost in thought about him or gazing at that handsome face. Catching him as he comes fresh from a workout; towel draped over his broad shoulders, sweat slicking his tanned skin and his body sculpted from the intense exercises.

a stark comparison to your curvaceous figure; pudgy tummy protruding from your skirt and big, supple breasts perched in a top that’s stretching out far too tight. He can’t help but notice your thighs ripping those stockings underneath them and he’s trying his hardest to remain respectful but he’s definitely getting some ideas of his own. Perspiring and not just from the fifty push-ups. “H-hi, Mr. Kirschtein. I just needed you to sign this for me, please.” Those doe, brown eyes hiding behind round, wire framed glasses and those plump, pouty lips stained with gloss as you mumbled to him. Big, bouffant kinky curls accenting those adorable features including those chubby cheeks he loves. He’s trying not to stare too hard but damnit, you just turn him on so much. Swallowing a hard gulp, he tries to play it cool and grasps the clipboard with said paperwork. “C’mon, (y/n). We’re not strangers..you can call me Jean, y’know? We’ve been working together for three years. I thought we were friends.” “I knowww, but I just don’t feel right, sir.” And honey, does he exploit that little habit of yours. Thinking it’s so cute how you address him. So it comes as no surprise when it’s later in the evening and you’re getting ready to leave for the night that you just so happen to catch the infamous J. Kirschtein leaving a hot, warm, steamy shower..draped in nothing more than a towel that he’s in the midst of unwrapping when you come to ask him one more question. It falls to the floor from the shock and you catch a glimpse..no! An eyeful of what he’s got to offer. “I—I am so sorry, Mr. Kirschtein!” And it’s then that Jean tells you come closer and lock the door because he can answer what you need to know and then some..you’re staring holes through him, admiring every chiseled muscle, every inch of that Adonis like figure and especially…..that!..and you’re practically salivating until he snaps you out of thought with a hand underneath that chin.

“Nothing to apologize for, gorgeous..I mean. I won’t tell if you won’t..”

if you could be completely and totally honest, you had dreamed of a moment like this; where fate would intervene and give you two the opportunity to be alone in such an intimate setting. He can see you squeezing your legs together..more than likely feigning off the twitching and thumping sensations between your thighs. That short little frame underneath him as he places an arm on the wall. If you revealed your salacious, nasty thoughts of what you wanted the famed rocker to do to you, including being hoisted up midair in his arms as he fucks up into you or wetting up his beard as you ride on his tongue, you’d probably be fired….if it were anyone else, of course! But something told you that you didn’t have much to worry about with Jean. In fact, he had a bit of a confession himself.

“You promise?”

“Of course, pretty girl. I mean, if I’m being honest..I’ve wanted you for the longest. If you couldn’t tell..”

and boy, could you tell. Especially when he so delicately nips at the tiny buttons on your shirt that are already about to burst. One more and those juicy, round titties will come spilling out. You’re so stacked and curvy just from the front..heavens knows what he’ll do when you turn around. He inches closer, grazing your inner thigh with that thick cock as you part your legs a bit more and massage his face. He can’t take it when you stare at him all cute like that. “Is it okay if I kiss you?…” gently questioning; hovering only an inch away from your lips and he gets his answer when you cup his cheeks and shove your tongue into his mouth! You’re sloppily kissing him..rutting that little clothed slit against his tip. He can tell just how desperate you are, whimpering and whining as you continue to make out. Your body’s been craving this for so long, you’re so needy and desperate for the touch of someone who can handle you. That much apparent by the stark size difference of you two. Finally bridging the space between your bodies, Jean would slightly lift you up along with the hem of that skirt. It didn’t take long for him to disrobe you down to those very thin fishnets and platform heels that made your legs look amazing.. ripping open the front of that top and eventually tossing you to the bed.

“Mr. Kirschtein, are you sure this is okay?” He couldn’t help but to laugh as he so casually pinned your legs back and snaked that pierced tongue out to run along your thighs. Never in his life did he answer to anyone and he damn sure wasn’t about to now. Besides, he was certain your doubts would fade once he spread that pretty pussy and allows that metal ball glide over your clit. Before you know it, he’s sucking gently on those folds and taking in that delicate, sweet flavor. Those same digits you’d watch and obsess over as they played some of your favorite tunes, played around with your sensitive little cunt. Watching it leak and cream all over his black fingernails and silver bands. “You tell me, pretty girl. Do you really want me to stop?” Peaking up at you over that pudgy little tummy as he rested his forehead against it. “N-no sir!” Which brings forth another toothy smile on that sexy face. He loves how submissive yet needy you are for him! Whimpering and covering your eyes but continuing to rut into his mouth..riding his tongue and creaming all the same..those big, juicy tits bouncing around and those swollen nipples erect from the pleasure and cool air. “Ahhh!—fuck..” “Look at you..cant believe I actually made you cuss. Feel that good, huh?” The same ones he’d stuff in his mouth when he finally moved up to kiss you once more and stuff you full of that stiff cock. Right after tapping it against you just to test the reaction you’d have to him. You were so wet..drenching him in slick before he even slid in. “Can I put it in? C’mon, let me hear you say it, baby..can I fuck you?” The two of you would meet and become one upon your explicit consent; lips melting once more as your arms coiled his neck and legs around his waist. Your answer was as clear as any. Not only did you want him to fuck you but not pull out anytime soon. You wanted to feel every inch…for all the nights you had lied in bed, daydreaming and touching yourself with thoughts of your boss plaguing your mind. “S-shit! You’re so tight, pretty girl. Never knew you’d feel this good.” A couple strokes in and he had you clawing into his back. And you? He’d never felt such warmth before. It were as if he were in heaven. Your flesh clashed, smacking against one another in a passionate haze. “Right there, sir! Don’t stop, please…”

that sweet voice crying out to him and he couldn’t dare quit when you begged him like this! “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want…you can have this dick all night.” Listening to him moan and grunt in your ear as he fed you those deep strokes. In a way, you felt it couldn’t be real because there was no way you were his type but in his mind? You were all but created for him. And he’d prove it by making love to you all night…going rounds and taking you beyond your limits; from putting you in a full mating press, a full nelson to truly test that strength of his and even leaning you over the side of his bed; arms stretched back and balanced on nothing more than those heels as he gave you backshots. Drumming orgasm after orgasm out of each other until you both collapsed in one another’s arms.

He’d look over to see you trembling, breathless and in tears..not out of pain but from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. He was so happy to have shared this experience with you and never wanted this night to end. “Hey, you alright?” “Never been better..thank you sir.”

and he hoped that you’d always be by his side. For work or otherwise..

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saey707 · 6 months

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Hey girl! You know what?

Can you give us spicy headcanons or scenario with Kayn after comforting him bc of his ex band?

I'M SORRY BUT THIS BRAT AND SEX AS STESS RELIEF JUST SO 🥵

✿ Prompt: Kayn wants to relieve some stress ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: nsfw, npd ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: What a spicy idea ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ I definitely have some ideas in mind. But, I will keep it relatively brief because I have gotten a lot of "Kayn being kicked out of the band" requests! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Hope you enjoy what I have in store! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

"Hgnn~! Kayyynn!" You whimpered against the filthy restroom wall your face was smashed against. "Yes... Yes... Agh, yes~!"

It was the second time you were being fucked like this today. Behind you, Kayn was brutally thrusting into you, his fingers digging into the skin of your bare hips. His jaw was clenched, and soft grunts flowed from his lips every time he pushed into you. His hand pinned your wrist against the wall, the other resting on the nape of your neck. You felt disgusting. You felt degraded. As if you were nothing more than something for Kayn to mindlessly fuck.

And time and time again, you allowed Kayn to use you as his source of stress relief. You entitled him to push you into dirty and dangerous situations, knowing it could end far worse for your reputation than his own tainted name.

"I revolt you, don't I?" He whispered before he pumped into you once more. You whined, avoiding his eyes. How could you lie and say he didn't? As if you didn't just comfort him moments prior, offering your sweet sympathy.

"It's okay..." You mumbled back, gasping when your boyfriend shoved your face back against the wall, pulling himself from your throbbing hole.

"You don't have to lie to me,” Kayn attempted to persuade you, "My old band said that I'm toxic." You shook your head insistently, internally cursing yourself as your bottom lip trembled and betrayed you. "I like when you fuck me like this..."

He released you, backing up to stare down at your pathetic, quivering body. Your eyes longingly fixed on the generous curve of his dick, dripping white and slicked over with your juices. Kayn chuckled into his hand, shaking his head.

He pulled you up roughly, sighing against your temple. You wrapped your legs around him, shaking your hips so you could lower yourself back onto his dick once more. Instinctively, you began to pleasure yourself with him.

"All you ever say are pretty lies to me," Kayn spoke casually, his stare blank as you connected your lips against the side of his neck, suckling on his sweetly exposed skin. "You're wrong." You interrupted.

The rockstar hummed, rather amused with your sudden sternity.

"You're handsome... Talented... Have a... Super sexy body..." Kayn was narcissistically eager to hear all your praises, "I'm starved for you... All I can ever truly think about is you. And only you, Kayn.”

"...Then beg me for more."

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mavrintarou · 8 months

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Wipe Your Eyes [7- end]

Thank you for your patience and support, and thank you for hanging on to this ship. Here is the last part of Wipe Your Eyes, I hope you all enjoy.

Warning: heart warming fluff and some steamy pregnancy sex

Sixth part

Y/n watched in silence as Kiyoomi folded and hung the newly washed baby outfits their baby boy received during the baby shower. Kiyoomi insists on taking charge of it, leaving her to sit idly in the comfortable glider watching while rubbing her belly.

At almost eight months, they were both as ready as they could be for the arrival of their little one.

Y/n observed her husband and noticed how his curls had grown past his ears and spiraled in various directions, giving him a captivating rockstar vibe. Kiyoomi had always been incredibly handsome and sexy in her eyes, but something about him lately made her adore her husband more than ever.

A few weeks ago, she had walked past him in the living room, engrossed in the second book of Dad’s Guide to Pregnancy. Y/n suddenly halted in her tracks, eyes narrowed as she noticed something different about him; when she discovered it, her eyes widened. “When did… you get glasses?”

“I went to the eye doctor the other day, and they said my vision has slightly changed and prescribed me some glasses.”

Y/n’s heart pounded against her chest, feeling her teenage crush fantasy come true seeing Kiyoomi wearing black square-rim glasses that added an extra touch of sophistication to his already captivating presence. His curls add an extra touch to his new glasses.

She blamed the pregnancy hormones that made her pounce on him.

Kiyoomi chuckled, after he read in the book that a pregnant woman’s libido increases during pregnancy, he was prepared and ready to serve. He found her most adorable when she needed him but was too embarrassed to ask but he picked up on her cues. She would look at him with a longing gaze and blush profusely as if she just had a naughty image of him in her mind.

He patted his thigh, setting his book aside, “come here.” With just a month remaining until their little one arrived, Kiyoomi found her lovely waddling over. She used to be shy sitting on his lap but now, she would climb and straddle his lap.

His hand rubbed her bulging belly and immediately he felt a movement from within. Kiyoomi’s excitement is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress; it has evolved into a daily ritual for him to tenderly stroke and converse with his unborn child, both in the morning and at night. The sheer joy and anticipation coursing through him were poised to overflow as the countdown to their due date drew nearer.

Kiyoomi slid his hands underneath her shirt and pulled it off. Y/n had become self-conscious of the stretch marks and discolored skin of her belly but he was always assuring to kiss those thoughts away. His fingers quickly unclasped the clips of her bra, freeing her engorged breasts that had been showing signs of leaking.

He tugged his shirt off, tossing it along with her clothing, he absolutely loved being skin to skin, having her belly pressed against his front side.

“I need you now, Omi,” she whispered breathlessly and needy, rocking her hips against his growing bulge. She didn’t like how she would have random spurts of moments where she was horny and needed him right there and then.

“Yes, love,” he cooed, shifting her onto her back on the couch. They have been friskier lately, Kiyoomi has been making love to her almost anywhere and everywhere. In the shower, in the kitchen, and in the bathroom. Once, they almost made love in his car until they were interrupted by the car beside them.

Kiyoomi tugs off her bottom sleepwear pants, dropping them on the ground. His fingers grazed her soaked folds and groaned, “you’re so wet already…”

“For you, just for you,” she murmured, “please…” she widened her legs.

His fingers slipped easily inside of her and curled against her tight walls before he pumps them in and out of her pussy. “You’re becoming greedy, three fingers aren’t enough for you now.” His thumb pressed and circled her clit. Her walls soon squeezed his three fingers and he chuckled, he wants her pussy to squeeze his cock instead.

His joggers are tugged low enough to free his cock before he gripped one of her legs and aligned himself and thrust inside. His hips rocked slowly, intentionally driving her mad until she begged him.

“Faster, Omi… faster.”

Kiyoomi enjoyed having the upper hand at the moment since she was limited to positions with her large belly. The doctor suggested only positions that would not strain her or the baby, which meant that he could only make love to his wife from behind or on her back. Recently, Y/n has been complaining about being on her back so he has been finding ways to satisfy her from behind. She was so sensitive that even a shift of angle or lifting one leg had her trembling at his mercy. His hand caressed her belly, a sense of pride surging through him as he recalled the last ultrasound appointment, the nurse announced their baby was most likely going to be tall when they did a quick estimate of his size.

He slipped his cock out and tugged her upright, “turn around and hold onto the couch then.” He shifted behind her and slipped himself back inside of her. He fastened his thrusts, pounding into her with more speed and depth.

“Omi,” Y/n moaned his name repeatedly, “I’m – I’m so close….”

“Wait for me,” he whispered hoarsely. He hovers over her, rutting into her as he reaches to grope her breasts, tweaking her perky nipples. “Wait for me,” he repeated again.

“Omi – Omi… oh Omi,” she chanted as her orgasm erupted.

Kiyoomi thrust one final time, jerking with each spurt of his ejaculation. He pulled out and reached for a napkin to catch the spilled seed. After wiping her down, she collapsed against the couch. He hovered over her before kissing her, “are you satisfied, Mrs. Sakusa?”

She cupped his face, kissing him a little bit longer. “Are you?” she reached and wrapped her hand around his semi-hard cock. At her touch, he felt a jolt within him, and his cock began to harden. “Are you satisfied, Mr. Sakusa?” Her eyes linger on him and she smiles, “I love the glasses on you.”

Kiyoomi continued to go to therapy until it was appropriate for the both of them to go to one session. Dr. Kitagowa coached and approached them on how to have healthy communication that meets each other’s needs, thoughts, beliefs, and feelings.

Each time they returned home, Kiyoomi and Y/n would have a discussion and address their past mistakes and how they would approach the situation with what they learned.

Their marriage is steadily getting better with each passing day. Ultimately, they both admitted that they wanted their marriage to work for their baby and each other.

“I can’t live without you,” Kiyoomi whispered one night. “The thoughts scare me and I don’t even want to know.”

Y/n snuggled closer into his embrace, “me too, Kiyoomi. Me too.” It was a few minutes of silence before she called his name, he hummed quietly and she pulled away to lift herself onto her elbow. “I have something to tell you.” His brows furrowed and she reached to smooth it, “it is nothing bad, but I initially reached out to Genesis Publishing to decline their offer because I didn’t want to leave you or Japan. No matter how great the compensation was, it didn’t outweigh the importance of staying here with you. However, they’ve now come back with an alternative proposal: I can continue to stay in Japan, with the only requirement being that I visit the corporate office quarterly for a week's stay. What are your thoughts? Do you think I should accept this revised offer?”

Kiyoomi propped himself up on his elbow, and she could discern the multitude of questions swirling within his mind, leaving him uncertain about where to begin.

“Go ahead, ask me anything,” she assured, placing a hand against his cheek, rubbing her thumb against his cheekbone.

His eyes shut for a brief moment before opening them again, “I’m still processing what you just said but I feel relieved about their new proposal.” He reached to rest a hand on her belly, “if it is something you want, you should take it. I’ll support your decision regardless of what you decide.” He gazed into her eyes before promising, “but if you accept, you will just have to take baby and me with you because… we’re a family.”

Y/n giggled and leaned to kiss him, “yes, we’re a family and yes, you two will come with me because a week without you two will be too long.”

Kiyoomi cherished every aspect of Y/n’s pregnant body, appreciating its beauty and the transformative journey it represented. In what felt like the blink of an eye, her body underwent remarkable changes, with the roundness of her belly expanding seemingly overnight.

Kiyoomi made an effort every night to rub lotion around her expanding belly and body in general. Though he tried to conceal his laughter, he found her extremely adorable when she struggled to reach her toes or below her knees.

Having reached a new level of patience as a husband to a pregnant wife, Kiyoomi faced a situation where Y/n was taking longer than expected to get ready for her birthing class. Taking a deep breath, he called out to her from the living room in a gentle tone, “is everything okay?”

Instead of her usual “yes,” Kiyoomi was taken aback as he heard Y/n’s quiet voice utter, “no.”

He found her lying on her back, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed with both her sneakers on but shoelaces undone. She looked up at him with tears flowing down her cheeks and a pout on her lips. “I… I can’t tie my shoes.”

Kiyoomi’s lips trembled as he tried to contain his laughter. He stepped forward and knelt on a knee, taking one ankle at a time and setting it on his lap as he tied her shoelace. “I’m here for you, Y/n. I’ll tie your shoes for you – you just need to ask, okay?” He reached up to wipe her tears away.

“Okay,” she answered meekly.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, tightening his arm around her belly. “You’ve been moving more than usual.”

Because of Kiyoomi’s extreme sensitivity to sleep, feeling every movement or noise, Y/n had tried her hardest to not shift so much while being his arm but she was not able to find a comfortable position.

Now that he was awake, she shuffled until she faced him, their bellies pressed up against each other.

“Ask your son that, he’s active at this time.” To make her point valid, the baby kicked or punched right into Kiyoomi’s guts making him flinch. “Apparently he thinks it’s play time.”

Chuckling Kiyoomi reached and turned on his night lamp and rubbed Y/n’s naked belly, “hey you,” he earned another movement, “why are you up this early?”

“I think he’s said he’s up because daddy forgot to give him a belly rub with lotion.”

Kiyoomi raised a brow before realizing he did indeed forget his nightly routine. “Well then,” he reached for the bottle of lotion and squeezed some on his hands before rubbing it all around her belly. He leaned down and murmured, “daddy is sorry he forgot.”

Y/n has been watching her husband for the past hour sitting in the glider in the corner of the hospital room rocking his daughter against his chest. His shirt is off as he shares a skin-to-skin intimate bond with her.

“I can’t believe, he is a girl.” Y/n burst out giggling.

Almost seven hours ago, she gave birth to their son who came out as a girl.

She just remembered that Kiyoomi did not dare watch the birthing process, especially after the classes they took, he begged and apologized to her in advance that he did not have the heart to be down south when the time came. He stayed up north with her the entire time, holding her hand and being her biggest supporter.

“Congratulations!” The midwife announced holding the screaming infant. “He is…” she paused, “a… girl?”

Y/n and Kiyoomi exchanged a shocked expression that mirrored each other perfectly.

“Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter to me,” Kiyoomi answered pressing a light kiss to the top of his daughter’s head. She was so tiny in his arms.

Y/n had a deep suspicion that Kiyoomi had desired a daughter in secret, yet he was equally content with their son during the gender reveal. She could observe how his entire world transformed as he gazed at their daughter with the same adoration he reserved for her.

Y/n did not find her husband or daughter in their usual spot on the couch and checked her nursery, also finding it empty.

She slowly opened the door to their bedroom and exhaled softly seeing them both sleeping on the large bed.

Kiyoka, now nine months old, had been successfully transitioned to her own room a few weeks ago. Y/n had anticipated it would be challenging for her to sleep without their daughter, given the months they spent sharing a room. Surprisingly, Y/n took it well, but Kiyoomi found the transition difficult. It was no surprise, as Kiyoka used to sleep on Kiyoomi’s side of the bed when she was in the same room, making it easier for him to tend to her during the night.

Though he does not voice it, Y/n was aware of him getting up almost every hour in the night to check on his daughter before coming back to bed and pulling Y/n close.

“She’s fine, we have a baby monitor, remember?”

“Just want to make sure she’s not cold,” he mumbles, “what if she misses us?”

Y/n groan, “Omi, she’ll be fine. We’ll go get her when she wakes up.”

Every morning, Y/n is woken up by her daughter and husband, “good morning mommy!”

Y/n changes her clothes and gently crawls into bed. Kiyoomi opens one eye and quietly motions for Y/n to come closer so he can wrap his arm around her. “You’re back?”

“Hmm, I missed you two,” she answered, pressing a faint kiss on her daughter’s curls and a kiss on his lips.

Kiyoka inherited her father’s curls, the moment she was delivered and had her first bath, her mop of hair was in different directions, just like her father’s in the morning after a night shower.

“We missed you too,” he murmured, “we had an eventful day.”

“Oh, how so?”

“Kiyo, had a poopy diaper explosion today.” Y/n’s eyes widen, she’s heard of horrific stories but has yet to experience an episode, and the one time, it happens without her there. Even though Kiyoomi handles Kiyoka’s poopy diapers like a pro, she can truly tell how he felt deep down.

As a joke, Kiyoomi’s friends, Atsumu, Kotaro, and Hinata got him a hazard suit as a gift during the baby shower. It is still in its original packaging in the closet. “I just threw her entire outfit away,” he paused, “and her toys… and the entire playpen.”

“Kiyoomi!”

Kiyoomi’s fists are in the air as he successfully earns the winning point for the team. He turned around and looked at the crowd, instantly spotting his wife and daughter cheering for him.

It’s the radiance and pride beaming from his wife’s face that fuels him every day. As for their nearly one-year-old daughter, she appears oblivious amidst the jubilant clapping and cheering from everyone celebrating the MSBY Black Jackals’ victory.

“Daddy Kiyoomi, where are you?”

He pushed through the crowd, excusing himself as he could spot the curly mop head of his daughter.

She is the first to spot her daddy and excitedly reaches for him when he is close enough. Plucking her out of her mother’s arms, Kiyoomi smothers her with kisses.

“Good job, Omi,” Y/n congratulated, pushing herself onto her tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips. “You deserve a reward later.”

Kiyoomi hums in agreement and affectionately drapes an arm around her shoulder, “I look forward to it,” he replies.

EXTRA:

Kiyoka ran around, laughing her heart out chasing the other toddlers her age.

“He so cute,” the mom beside Y/n commented, Y/n tilted her head with a genuinely confused raised brow. “Your son,” the mom quickly added, she pointed to the child Kiyoka was playing with. “That’s my daughter, Haruka.”

Y/n cast a glance at the two children, realizing that the other mom had mistaken Kiyoka for a boy. It was an understandable mistake given that Kiyoka was dressed in a matching track outfit and sneakers, which emphasized her sporty appearance more than her gender.

From infancy to her first year, Kiyoka’s hair growth had slowed down, resulting in a bob of curls that resembled her father’s current hairstyle. There was no denying that she was a splitting image of Kiyoomi, except for the absence of his two beauty marks. He even got her matching masks that she would wear when they ventured out in public together.

Y/n smiled, containing her giggles. “That’s actually my daughter, we were told she was a boy but… that wasn’t the case when she came out. She received a ton of clothes at her baby shower and I’m putting them to use.”

Later that night after Kiyoomi tucked his daughter to bed, Y/n told him about their day at the playground.

“We should consider updating her wardrobe,” Kiyoomi suggested. He had been the sole buyer of girl’s clothing for their daughter, but as soon as she learned to express her preferences for outfits, the dresses he had purchased began to accumulate, untouched in her closet, as she favored different attire instead.

Y/n was aware that he felt disheartened because their daughter showed no interest in wearing the clothing items he had bought for her. From the frilly dress to the pink and purple unicorn t-shirt, Kiyoka preferred to wear the black t-shirt like her dad’s, the one with the same “MSBY BLACK JACKALS” lettering. Y/n found herself having to buy more of those toddler shirts because her daughter insisted on wearing the same one every single day.

“Omi, love,” Y/n couldn’t contain her chuckle, she leaned to kiss the pout away. “You have to realize how much she adores you. Just look at the way she gazes at you; she wants to be just like you.”

Most days, Y/n’s heart swells up with affection when she witnesses their daughter imitating her father. There was a particular instance when Y/n and Kiyoka brought lunch to Kiyoomi’s practice. As he observed his teammates on the court, Kiyoka stood by her daddy, mirroring his posture with arms crossed and legs spread apart.

Y/n was able to snap a photo of the two, making it her lock screen image.

“So…” his expression shifted as if sudden realization had struck him. “It’s my fault?” Guilt was evident on his face.

Y/n burst out laughing and pulling him into a tight hug. “No, love, it’s no one’s fault. You are her idol, she just wants to like you and dress like you. She is still young, just let her be.”

“Do you really mean it… you think I’m her idol?”

Nodding her head, Y/n pecked his lips twice, “yes, I might have carried her for nine months and birth her, but you are by far her favorite.”

. . .

E/n: Can you imagine, rock star hair looking Kiyoomi with glasses? #nosebleed

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laracrofted · 11 months

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downright iconic

synopsis: after handsome gambler’s hometown show, you follow lead guitarist rhett abbott on his smoke break.

pairing: rockstar!rhett abbott x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, swearing, explicit smut (semi-public oral, masturbation, spitting, praise, degradation (slut is used a lot, so is groupie), brief hair pulling, dirty talk, role play, like... rhett is kind of mean but it's been negotiated off-screen, i swear), and smoking (wc: 4K)

note: so... i'd like to blame @lewmagoo for enabling me and my guitarist rhett agenda, but in the end, i can only blame myself for this one. please read the warnings!

listen to gibson girl by ethel cain before/after/during for the full experience, i.e. a sexy guitar solo and general vibes.

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You’re watching him the whole show. How could you not?

Handsome Gambler broke out on the basically nonexistent Wabang music scene a few years back and quickly became something of a local marvel.

A hidden gem in the realest sense.

Forged in the blistering sun that beat down on the cattle ranches and dude ranches of Wyoming and Montana all summer long where half of five-person Handsome Gambler still worked in the slow season... a real rock band.

After a year or so, larger opportunities arose in out-of-town bars, and soon enough, Handsome Gambler were selling out dives up and down the Rockies.

They'd gotten enough local buzz for the Casper Star-Tribune to cover the release of the debut album last summer, both in print and online, calling them an electric revival of the musician who works with their hands. Blue collar rockstars.

And in the deep red shadows of the stage, no other description could do Rhett Abbott justice. He looks so ruggedly handsome, like a goddamn rockstar.

Loose strands of dark hair fall in his face, in his eyes as Rhett bends over a dark red Gibson – a beautiful electric guitar, saved up and paid for with rodeo earnings.

A guitar pick is between his lips, narrow and pursed in concentration. He reaches up and plucks it from his mouth, swiping his tongue across his chapped bottom lip, preparing for the upcoming guitar solo.

Tonight is their last show in a nine week tour, and for all intents and purposes since most of Handsome Gambler is from Wabang, their hometown show.

It's a packed house, if much smaller than their usual venues these days.

You’d seen them at Million Dollar Cowboy bar down in Jackson in a 400 person crowd right around when Handsome Gambler put out their debut album, which had really gained them all the attention.

A sleek concept album. Spinning a shadowy narrow of forgotten love and wasted youth and western nights, humming cicadas and wildfire smoke on the mountains and rich earth stained black with rain and death and in the aftermath, a dusting of wildflowers that sprouted anyway – in and over a dozen songs, woven with seductive guitar solos and haunting vocals, morose and longing.

Like a ghost, come down from the mountains.

You'd bought the album on the release date and listened on the floor of your old apartment, back against the scratchy carpet, hands folded at your bellybutton, eyes closed.

On your first listen, you'd hit with repeat without hesitation; on your second, you'd cried.

It was brilliant, meant to be heard live in a hazy dive, dense with bodies and liquor and smoke, like this one.

His solo comes, and Rhett slides down on his knees in the center of the stage; faded, once dark denim stretched taut around his muscular thighs.

He sits back on his haunches, gaze slanted, watching the guitar and nothing else. Gorgeous hands slide reverently up and down the neck of the instrument, veins visible, muscles straining in his strong arms, in his beautiful neck.

Head falling back, Rhett closes his eyes, caught in the music and carried downriver.

Seeing him like this reminds you of another piece in the Tribune last summer.

A freelance music writer had spent an afternoon with him before a show for an in-depth profile on the origins of the band, on the music, on Rhett as the North Star the rest of Handsome Gambler often described him as:

"Handsome Gambler is Not Afraid to Lose."

WABANG, Wyo. – It’s an unseasonably warm June in Wabang, dry enough to brown the fields and make the local ranchers worried about wildfire, but in a secluded diner on the edge of town, former competitive bull rider and now, lead guitarist Rhett Abbott looks like a man who isn’t afraid of a little risk.

The diner was his choice, a run down place with enough charm in the form of checkered floors and old autographed photos in chipped wood frames to make it feel retro instead and according to him, the best pancakes in the whole damn state.

And – with a laugh – some of the worst coffee.

Over good pancakes, chocolate chip with homemade whipped cream, and bad coffee, I ask him about Handsome Gambler’s influences.

He co-wrote their entire debut album and came up with the instrumental interlude in the middle, which serves as the musical crux of the album.

A blend of slow and sorrowful guitar and bass and nature ambience, recorded on Abbott's phone on a late April night after a bad rain storm, which dares to go on for an ambitious four and a half minutes.

At my question, Abbott kind of smiles – half on, half off, an expression I notice often over our breakfast interview – and from memory, rattles off names like Grateful Dead, Springsteen in the "Born in the U.S.A." years ("I’m On Fire" is mentioned more than once and with great admiration), Creedence Clearwater Revival, "Fire on the Mountain" (Abbott is specific here, from The Marshall Tucker Band's 1976 album, "Searchin' for a Rainbow," not the Grateful Dead song), and more.

Household names. Ambitious names. One could almost roll their eyes if Abbott didn’t sound so sincere.

"I've always loved music. We didn't have a whole lot of live music around, not like in the big cities, but as a kid, Ma used to bring me to some of the cover band nights at this bar in town. S'closed down now, but I heard my first Led Zeppelin song there. Some drunk guy singing 'Going to California' in the wrong key for eight fucking minutes."

"She got me an old CD player for my room the next Christmas, and I'd put on Zeppelin IV and crank it all the way up. She'd come in screaming at me to turn it down, probably secretly regretted ever buying it for me."

Curious, I ask if Abbott remembers the name of the bar.

He grins, a full grin. "Handsome Gambler."

You love that profile, reread it often. His answers are so genuine, so sincere.

Every word, answer, description screams that Rhett Abbott is a man who loves music, who absolutely worships it with every bone in his body.

You can see it clear as day right now.

He plays with such ardent devotion, and caught in his thrall, you're short of breath, hand pressed across your collarbone, over your aching heart.

Applause breaks out at the end of the song, and Rhett's blue gaze blazes over the crowd and in a startling rush, lands right on you.

Your breath catches.

He has an intense stare, all scrunched brows and clenched jaw, covered in stubble, and middle-of-a-flame blue eyes, burning and bright.

He holds your gaze, drinking in the awe, the undisguised adoration in your expression.

Another starstruck fan in the crowd.

You wonder if Rhett can sense the want that warms your lower abdomen, descending from the moment Rhett stepped on the stage, a since-cast-aside black Stetson pulled low over his smoldering gaze, guitar slung carelessly over his good shoulder, and his arms – his bulging arms.

He must.

Because in a blink and miss it moment, Rhett winks at you.

One of the girls at the next table over lets out a piercing squeal, bragging to her friends that the sexy cowboy with the guitar winked at her.

But no, Rhett had winked at you, rockstar Rhett Abbott.

You look down, sipping from the rim of your rocks glass, letting the whiskey sour ground the explosion of butterflies in your stomach.

A kind of giddiness sparks in your chest, mixed with something darker and headier. Something like anticipation.

One look at Rhett reveals a smirk, kicking up the corner of his mouth, as Handsome Gambler kicks off the next song – the last song of the night.

You drain the contents of the glass. It burns the whole way down, a struck match, a good burn.

"Need a light, darlin'?"

Rhett is leaning against the brick, watching you search around your purse for an excuse to be in the alley right now, in the alley with him.

You used to carry around an old pack of cigarettes from your college days – a built in excuse to get out of an awkward social situation, stepping outside for a smoke.

Are you missing them in the darkness, or did you leave them at home?

A sidelong glance at him. You nod.

He offers you a lighter – a gleaming brass, not some garbage from the gas station – and when your arms remain loose at your sides, not moving to grab it from him, his brow quirks in question.

Heat rises in your cheeks. “Oh, I don't have a – Can I get one actually? Must’ve left my pack at home.”

You stumble over your words and fuck, Rhett must know now.

You'd seen him slip out of the side Emergency Exit door and followed him out here, made brave with whiskey sours and adrenaline.

A door that is still cracked open, enough for a crackle of music and a faint haze of red light to seep out into the cool night and barely illuminate your faces.

The expression on his is hard to read.

An open pack of Marlboro Reds – a little smushed from being roughly pulled from and shoved back into his back pocket over and over – is held out to you, and Rhett lets you pluck one from the middle.

Sets one in between his lips.

And with a crooked finger, Rhett gestures for you to come close, closer, until you’re close enough to see the beads of sweat on his skin, damp and flushed from the show.

You suck in a breath, and Rhett smoothly lights both of your cigarettes with a deft click. A quick flash of orange flame. You barely even notice, preoccupied with the press of his mouth around the cigarette, so close to your own.

He straightens, pulling back but only enough to not blow the smoke right in your face. He inhales and blows it out of the side of his mouth, watching you.

You hold in a cough, wincing at the acrid taste, and mimic him.

Breathe in and out and in again.

His gaze drops down, caught in the rise and fall and rise of your chest.

He squints, eyes crinkling in the corners, and with vague disappointment, you realize Rhett is checking out your shirt and not your cleavage.

Armed with a pair of eyebrow scissors and a dream, you'd cropped and cut and ripped until an enticing sliver of stomach and a hint of cleavage would be visible, almost but not quite showing the red lace of your bra. Just in case.

A crooked smirk dances on his lips, amused, as Rhett reads the name across the black fabric.

“A Floyd fan, huh? Y’got a thing for drummers, darlin’?”

You manage not to squirm but only just.

You like Bob Floyd. He’s a great dummer, real sweet.

(“It’s Bob, like Dylan,” Bob mumbled against the microphone earlier, during his introduction, looking very Born in the U.S.A. Springsteen in a plain white shirt and a camo baseball hat. At the sound of his voice, a drunk girl in the audience shrieked I love you, Bob, and Bob went beet red. “I , uh – Thank you. We love you too, Wabang.”)

You shrug in lieu of an answer, and Rhett's smirk grows a little wider, a little mean.

"Why're you out here with me then, pretendin' to want a smoke?"

You look him up and down, as if considering.

“Well, I really hoped Floyd might be around, but…”

An obvious lie, but Rhett was a bull rider before. Some part of him must still possess that combative edge, that competitive streak.

You'd like to see him all riled up.

His gaze darkens, pupils blown.

A warning.

A snorting and kicking bull who's spent all night in a chute.

You bite back a smirk.

His voice is so low, so rough, scraping across your burning skin like day old stubble.

“S’that right? Are you a groupie or something? Some slut who’d let any of us bend you over and use you? Who’d suck any of our cocks?”

He is so very close you right now, crowding in.

“Maybe…”

Is that really your voice? All smooth and alluring?

Sucking on the end of the cigarette, you hollow your cheeks out with your inhale and relish in the way Rhett watches you.

You ash the cigarette, watching the red embers fall and fade.

“I mean, I do really love your music.”

His next words come out in a harsh exhale.

“Take off your panties.”

You blink at him, a little surprised, and Rhett cocks his head.

Like I dare you.

Also like I don’t believe you.

You slide them down your legs and place them in his open palm, fingers brushing against his. They are red lace and damp, obviously so.

They had been ever since Rhett had flicked his guitar pick at you during the last song and before, even.

He chuckles and shoves them in his back pocket.

“You liar. I recognize you. Saw you in there, watching me the whole goddamn show. You came out here lookin’ for me, didn’t you?”

Not Floyd is implied.

You nod, mouth dry, unable to keep up the lie.

“And what were you hopin’ would happen, darlin’? How good of a groupie are you lookin’ to be?”

“Anything, Rhett,” you breathe, pretense all but gone, "as good as you want me to be.”

A wolfish grin cuts across his face. Good answer.

He catches your chin between his fingers, pressing hard enough to bruise. Pulls your cigarette from your parted lips and crushes it under his black cowboy boot.

"It's your lucky day, darlin’. Get on your knees."

You drop your purse. Almost bruise your knees on the asphalt, and for a brief second, Rhett's eyes go wide with something like concern.

You've already moved on, pushing aside the groan of your knees, not bothered.

You undo his massive belt buckle – gleaming, like the lighter, an intricate design – and pull down his zipper in one quick move, eager. You look up at him, glossed lips already parted in mindless anticipation, and Rhett looks back with nothing but amused desire, that mean smirk.

“What? You lookin’ for an invitation or somethin’?” he asks, voice full of gravel. He is still smoking the cigarette, red embers reflected in his dark and shining eyes. “You wanted some cock so goddamn bad. Take it out.”

You swallow hard and shove his boxers down until Rhett’s cock springs free, hard and dripping and beautiful.

A soft, longing breath escapes you, and Rhett smirks down at you.

You should probably work him up some, work him over with your hands until Rhett is desperate for you to put your mouth on him, but…

You put your mouth on him, desperate for the weight of him on your tongue.

You go deeper and choke, moisture streaming from your eyes and down your cheeks.

You’re a little out of practice. It's been a while, a little over two months.

You want him deeper, so much deeper, but…

Too much, too fast.

You have to pull back, gasping for breath, and Rhett makes a disappointed tsk sound. Blows out another puff of smoke.

“You can do better than that, right, darlin’? Because I bet I could go back in there and find some other slut who’d swallow my come in a fuckin’ heartbeat.”

So damn degrading. You're on fire, smearing across your inner thighs without your underwear.

“I can. Let me do it again. I promise I can.”

You sound downright pathetic. Can't even be bothered to care.

His smirk widens, and Rhett flicks the cigarette to the side.

"Gimme your hand," he urges in a low voice.

Fingers banded around your wrist, Rhett is not overly rough, careful not to yank and strain your shoulder, but he's not gentle either.

He presses down hard on the flesh between your thumb and pointer finger until your clenched fist opens for him.

His spit slaps against the center of your palm.

And is it your imagination that Rhett brushes a kiss across your pulse?

He guides your hand back down on him – around him – and works your hand around the base of his cock in hard and unforgiving strokes, working the length of him too big for you to reach with your mouth right now.

Determined, you lick at him, running your tongue along the slit of his cock, the vein that runs down the side, and sink your mouth around him until your lips brush against his clenching fingers.

Swallow around him.

Above you, Rhett shudders, dropping his head back against the brick, spasming on your tongue and hitting the back of your warm throat with an involuntarily jerk that makes you gag.

A low murmur of shit, sorry, darlin’ rushes from his mouth before Rhett seems to remember himself.

No longer apologetic, Rhett catches your hair in his free hand, giving a good, solid pull, and continues to work your hand around him with the other. His fingers grow slick with your spit, dribbling from the sides of your mouth, wetting the coarse hair on his knuckles.

He's muttering under his breath, curses and praises and words too low for you to make out over the wet sound of him.

“Fuck. So good, darlin'. So goddamn good."

A moan vibrates around him, and Rhett curses again, louder.

“S’that good, that what you needed? You needed my cock in your mouth? Anyone could walk out here. Anyone could come out here and see you on your knees, swallowing me whole like a desperate little slut.”

You whimper in answer, like yes, like please, like more, I desperately need you to say more, and a hand scrapes across your cheek, calloused and warm and rough, a slow stroke.

“But I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Good little groupie like you.”

Damp arousal drips down your leg, and you can't handle it anymore, you need, you need, you –

He doesn't miss a beat, not Rhett.

He sees you move, sees your hand pull at the denim, desperate for friction, for anything. A strained groan slides down your spine.

"Jesus Christ... How wet're you from suckin' my cock? Show me."

This seems like an impossible demand in this situation – you on your knees with your mouth full of him – but you've always been creative.

You gather your arousal, gasping at your own wetness, somehow surprised even in all this, and hold your hand out for him in the light.

Red light shines across your glistening fingers.

"God..." Rhett seems almost amazed. "Haven't even touched you, darlin'. You're so wet for me."

Awe burns away, leaving something more carnal in the ashes.

His eyes are half-lidded and nearly black, a summer storm on the indigo horizon.

"Touch yourself for me," Rhett rasps out, an order, a need.

And spits on your glistening fingers.

It's so wet and depraved and so fucking good, fingers dripping with his saliva and your own arousal, spreading his saliva across your cunt, rolling over your slick and swollen clit, clenching around nothing.

Every sweet sensation makes you gasp around his cock, growing more and more desperate, as Rhett pushes in and out of your mouth, spilling sweet and filthy words like a recitation.

"So fucking wet for me. So goddamn good."

"Come for me and my cock. Gonna come on your hand and swallow my cum, like a good little slut."

You imagine Rhett is the one touching you right now.

He is pinching at your clit, circling the bundle of nerves with thick and unrelenting fingers. He is parting you with knuckles covered in wet hair and stretching you out for him. He is giving you even a mere fraction of the rapt and devoted attention Rhett displayed earlier on stage, single-minded and focused on your pleasure.

And come with a muffled whine, eyes rolling back in your head.

Only seconds later, Rhett spurts down your throat with a near animalistic grunt, mouth falling open in pleasure. You swallow every drop.

Awash in the red glow of the aftermath, Rhett studies you with an unreadable expression again. You are standing again now, smoothing down your clothes and brushing the gravel and dirt from your knees.

You're both breathing hard.

He crooks a finger. "C'mere."

You go without hesitation, and Rhett grabs your wrist again, slower and gentler now, and pulls your fingers into his mouth, sucking the arousal from your skin.

He lets out a reverent groan, eyes filled with amazement and wide blue awe, flooding back in like a dam that's been cracked down the middle.

A smile pulls at your mouth, and Rhett crushes you against him. You loop your arms around his strong neck, and Rhett buries his face in the hinge of your shoulder with a content sigh.

"Missed you s'damn much, darlin'."

He murmurs the words against your forehead, smearing a kiss across your brow, stubble a pleasant and familiar prickle against your damp skin.

You melt against him, nudging your nose under his jaw and inhaling his scent, sweat and tobacco and mountain air and him. "Don't be gone for s'damn long then next time, rockstar."

"Come w'me next time."

He sounds almost drunk, mumbling and slurring against your bare skin, drunk on your proximity after nine long weeks apart from each other.

"Can't. Who else is supposed to write profiles on local up-and-coming bands? You should see the other writer that the Tribune hired. He's like... the med-iest of all the -ocres.”

His laugh is a warm puff of breath against your neck, which after nothing but phone and video calls is almost enough to make you sniffle against his shoulder.

You've missed him so damn much.

"Ah, right. It'd be selfish of me to deprive the whole damn state of your brilliance." He pulls back and looks you right in the eye, a gentle nudge under your chin. "Was that... You're okay, right?"

You smile wide. "I'm perfect."

"Good." He grins, a full grin that Rhett had flashed you for the first time over good pancakes and bad coffee months ago. "Because goddamn, you're so incredible. That was somethin' else, darlin'."

You'd been the one to come up with the idea, a perfect welcome home for him at the end of the nine week tour, a call back to the confession you'd made around a month of dating.

You know all I wanted to do when I saw you play for the first time was follow you on your smoke break and suck your cock, but I had to be a professional...

"We can pretend to be strangers. You can see me across a crowded room, and I can follow you out on your smoke break and..."

"And what?"

"That'd be up to you, wouldn't it, rockstar? I'd be like... your groupie or something."

You let the idea sink in, smiling and on the other end of the phone, Rhett swore under his breath.

You grin at him now.

"You were pretty incredible yourself, but right now, I do kind of want my boyfriend to kiss me."

His eyes are warm, light. "Yeah? D'you miss him that much?"

"So very much."

He cups the nape of your neck and leans in for a kiss, a firm and aching and devouring and loving kiss.

You kiss and kiss until Bob Floyd comes out to grab him for the encore.

"You're wanted, rockstar."

He gives you a wide grin and plants a kiss on the center of your wrist, right on your racing pulse.

"See you after the show, m'love."

You are sipping a water at the bar when Rhett comes back out on stage, all bright eyes and mussed hair and a bare scrap of red lace hanging out of his back pocket.

Impossible to miss.

You choke on your water, and Rhett winks.

note: so... i saw this photo of lewis said, yeah, guitarist rhett on his knees for a solo, and all of the sudden, i was spending hours reading musician profiles and assembling a list of handsome gambler-ish songs. life moves pretty fast 🤠

i could probably be persuaded to write more about them if anyone is interested.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fic #rockstar!rhett #guitarist!rhett #fic: downright iconic #laracrofted writes #fic: rhett abbott

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jqhotchner · 2 months

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bloom

three

“ouch, holy shit! you got the heaviest grip on ya kid!” eddie curses as lily pulls his hair. he’s gotten use to his kids pulling on his head over the years.

hopper keeps telling him to cut the damn thing but eddie tells him his hair is off limits! though yn loves his wild, curly hair, she thought he should cut it as well.

it had become a huge problem with their babies. she just didn’t want one of them to yank too hard and pull his hair out.

“i think you should cu—”

“don’t say it yn! my hair is off limits.”

yn chuckles at eddie’s antics. he’s being very silly about his hair! it’s not like it won’t grow back. but, it was no reasoning with the man.

eddie sets his daughter down into the play pen. yn wraps her arms around eddie’s neck. she stands on the tip of her toes before gently kissing him. “come on, baby! i think you’ll look absolutely sexy.” eddie groans.

“don’t try to seduce me into cutting my hair, yn! that’s a low blow.”

“i wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you, rockstar!” she kisses his cheeks next. “you’d look absolutely ravishing. want you all day, all night, from the bed to the kitchen floor, hmm?”

eddie shakes his head. she knows she’s close to convincing him. just gotta get a little push.

“just think baby, i might even let you do that thing you’ve been asking for the longest.” she bites her bottom lip.

eddie stares at her with wide eyes. “that’s low, baby! even for you!”

“what do you say, mister munson? gonna cut off that mane of yours?”

eddie groans. “fine! but it’ll take away my rockstar image!”

yn rolls her eyes. “eds, you’re a rockstar no matter what hairstyle you’re rocking because you’re eddie fucking munson, yeah?! born to be a rockstar, baby. plus, it’ll grow back! and it’ll be healthier because we’ll take better care of it!”

eddie sighs. he knew she’s making great points! he gently kisses her before smirking. “you’d really let me, you know?”

yn made a face. eddie gives her a pleading look. “only once! just to try it out.”

“and if you like it?” eddie whispers in her ear.

“then ill let you do it more, baby.”

eddie groans at the thought.

eddie leg shakes as he waits patiently for the barber. he’s still very hesitant about cutting his hair. it wasn’t just hair to him! he grew this the moment he got away from his father.

eddie thought growing it meant riding all the memories he had of the man that hurt him the most! he knew he’s more than just his hair.

he also knew in the end it’ll get his kids to stop pulling it, and he can start over, make sure he takes better care of it! he just hated that all the growth would be gone.

“oh, calm down boy! it’ll grow back faster than you think!” jim hits his future son in law on the shoulder.

“munson, you’re up next!” eddie stands up and sits in the chair. he closes his eyes after the barber got everything ready.

once he heard the snip of the scissors he takes a tiny peak and groans. the barber continues to cut the young man’s head before finishing up.

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?!” jim states.

the barber hands him the biggest chop. eddie moans as he looks at his hair in his hands.

“this is gonna take some getting use to.” eddie states.

“you look good! i think you should keep it this way, son!”

eddie looks at jim as if he grew two heads. “over my dead body!”

“lets get you home, crybaby.” jim shakes his head. he pays the fee before the two head into his car and drives them back to the house.

“oh, look at how handsome daddy looks!” yn points to eddie as he walks into the house, jim right behind him.

“daddy!”

“what happen to your hair, daddy?” aster asked.

“the haircut fairy came and took it.”

“haircut fairy?”

“mhm!”

“did she give you a dollar like the toof fairy?” jasmine asked.

eddie pulls out a two dollars from his wallet. “she gave me two! told me to give them to my big boy and girl!” eddie hands them each a dollar.

“yay! put it in my piggy bank!” jasmine runs to her room. aster follows right behind her.

“how was he, dad?”

“cried like a baby.” jim greets his daughter by kissing the top of her head. eddie scoffs.

“as if!” eddie states.

yn laughs. “hows el?”

jim sighs. “she’s having a hard time in school. kids are picking on her.”

yn frowns. “what kids?”

“i think it’s jason carvers little brother.”

eddie groans at that. “of course the little dip shits brother is an asshole too! the whole carver family members are asshats.”

jim hums in agreement. “what are they saying?”

“apparently telling her she’s an unwanted orphan. stating i only adopted her and you because i felt bad for the situation you guys were in. not because i actually care and love you two like my own.” jim shakes his head.

“the fuck?!” eddie blurts.

“yeah! i don’t even wanna get into what they’re saying about you anymore darling. but it’s sick and kids are cruel.”

“steve and i can take care of this for you!”

yn shakes her head. “gonna threaten a couple of kids, eddie? come on!”

“baby, they’re seniors in high school! plus el is family, id be damn if another fucking carver threatens my family!”

“forget it eddie! we have kids to think about. dad will handle it. right?”

“damn straight, darling! they messed with the chief of police baby girl. no one’s getting away with hurting my babies.”

yn smiles. “if she needs to talk, tell her im not too far! she can come visit her big sister any time.”

jim hums. he kisses his daughter forehead once more before saying goodbye to his grandkids and leaving.

“im sorry, babe. just don’t know it when people mess with anyone i love.” eddie hold yn tightly.

“i know. just—i don’t need you to get into any trouble. just because my dad is the chief, he still has to answer to others. you could get in trouble with someone higher up. the kids and i need you.”

eddie kisses the top of her head. “promise, ill be a good boy!” he smirks. yn gently pushes him playfully.

“ruined the moment, eds!”

eddie chuckles. yn begins to walk away. eddie gently smacks her ass and smirks. yn turns around and points to the kids.

“they’re too busy watching peppa pig.” eddie states. yn playfully rolls her eyes before they both sit on the couch and cuddle next to their babies.

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marvelobsessed134 · 9 months

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Can you do a current day Nikki sixx smut

Where the reader meets Nikki in town in Wyoming they hit it off and end up on a dirt road getting it on in the back of his truck

Thank you

Small-town romance

Pairings: Current!Nikki Sixx x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, age gap (Nikki is 63 reader is 25), daddy kink because of course, dom!nikki, sub!reader, semi public sex, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any warnings.

A/n: I’ve never even been close to Wyoming so I’m sorry if the descriptions are inaccurate I’m just gonna assume it’s a small rural state. Also in almost all my Nikki fics he is single.

Summary: you meet a handsome older rockstar in town.

The farmers market.

It’s very crowded this Sunday because it always is. Always is crowded. Everything is the same here, you just want something different. Something fresh and new. And well, that something happened to bump into you.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” You hissed apologetically.

The man laughed, “Nah it’s fine. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You noticed how he was looking you up and down and it made you a little nervous but very turned on. Because he was none other than Nikki Sixx. Yep. Who knew the bassist for Mötley Crüe would find home in the middle of nowhere?

Of course you’ve heard gossip about it, how there’s a sexy old rockstar living in the mountains but you didn’t pay it any mind.

“Well, sorry for um running into you I better get going.” You said nervously before attempting to walk past the older man. However you were stopped by him grabbing your forearm.

“How about we take a ride in my truck?” Fuck, the offer was too good to pass up. You stood there for a moment contemplating before saying, “Sure.”

And that’s how you found yourself listening to heavy metal in Nikki Sixx’s truck driving down a deserted dirt road.

Then, the bassist unexpectedly pulled over.

You looked at him with concern in your eyes, “What’s wrong?”

He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned towards you, his hand creeping up your thigh as his other went to your cheek.

“Goddamn you’re so pretty.” He murmured before pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened in shock but you instantly melted into the kiss. “Mmm Nikki.” You moaned against his lips. You felt your pussy getting wetter and wetter.

“What is it babygirl?”

Fuck, that nickname. You about passed away.

“I…I…” come on Y/n, find the words!

Nikki pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “You can say it, I won’t judge.” He whispered lowly in your ear and you shivered.

“I need you.” You sounded desperate but you didn’t care. The older man seemed to really like it, kissing you rougher and more passionate before moving down to your neck and collarbone. You moaned and threw your head back in ecstasy. The two of you ended up in the back of his truck, he ripped your buttoned shirt open and unclasped your bra, immediately brining a nipple into his mouth.

You threw your head back and moaned as he played with your tits.

“God damn baby these are some of the best tits I’ve ever seen.” He groaned lowly. You grinded against his hard cock, and tugged on his shirt which he then removed.

“You want my cock pretty girl?” He asked with a smile. You nodded with an excited expression. You got down on your knees, squeezing in between the front seats and unbuckled Nikki’s belt. His hard cock sprang free you widened your eyes before licking the bottom and then taking him in your mouth. The bassist threw his head back and closed his eyes as he moaned in pleasure. “Fuck yes, so good for me. Such a good girl fuck you’re so good at that.” Praises were spewing from his mouth as you continued to suck him.

Then, he pulled you up by your hair and took your panties off from under your skirt. You straddled him and slowly pushed down. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Ride daddy sweetheart.” You moaned at the name he gave himself. You began to bounce up and down, quickening your pace.

“Mmmm, daddy it feels so good.” You moaned.

“Yeah? Your tight pussy makes me want to shoot my load into you. Will you let me do that sweet girl?”

“Mhm! Yes daddy you can cum inside me.”

“Fucking hell.” He murmured in pleasure.

Before you knew it, you were clenching around him, crying out while you came. It wasn’t long before Nikki shot his hot, sweet cum inside of you painting your walls.

You collapsed next to him in the backseat. “Mind if I take you on a date sometime?” He asked calmly as if his cum wasn’t leaking out of you right now.

“Yes, I’d love that a lot…daddy.”

#motley crue #nikki sixx #motley crue x reader #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #fanfic #smut #nikki sixx smut #nikki sixx x reader #current nikki sixx x reader #daddy

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 1 year

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3 and 8 for writing prompts. Eddie and the Catholic Reader for your series please!

note: this is an au within an au! meaning, this is likely not gonna be part of the main series, and just an au of the series! and, as per usual, reader & all characters are 18+! ❤️

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The dreaded day had come, when The Hideout’s star groupie set her sights on Eddie.

Her name had been Teresa, but everyone called her Tipsy. y/n didn’t know why, exactly, but she could venture a guess. She was undeniably beautiful, too—pale skin like glass, gorgeous red hair, green eyes, a body that would fare well in a world full of rockstars, long legs, prominent cheekbones. y/n had heard about Tipsy from other bands that played The Hideout, the ones Eddie had been friends with. She hadn’t shown her face at a Corroded Coffin show before that night, and y/n wondered if it was because she deemed the members not to her tastes. But Eddie, now twenty-two and working on making it big with his band, would be ripe for her pickings. He had it all—good looks, tongue & nipple piercings, tattoos, long hair, a frontman persona, a sexy voice.

A talent scout was allegedly coming tonight to watch them play, and y/n was hoping for smooth sailing, a night to watch her fiancé play his heart out with his band and celebrate after. But what she was met with was the sight of Tipsy, standing at the front of the stage in y/n’s usual spot, having a chat with Jeff. Good, y/n thought. Jeff is single, and he has nothing to tie him down. Eddie, on the other hand, was very taken, and rage bubbled up inside of her at the very notion of the woman trying to flirt with him. She hated to say that she was feeling jealous, but that was exactly what she was beginning to feel.

Tipsy then set her sights on Gareth, who immediately shot down her advances. Next was the other friend, who seemed as into it as Jeff had, and then there was Eddie. He was still sound-checking his guitar and mic, getting everything ready so that the performance tonight would go off without a hitch. He wasn’t even paying attention to Tipsy, or anyone else; he was lost in his own world, in the prospect that tonight could change his life forever. His tongue was poking out as he dialed up his amp, then back down, trying to find the perfect volume. y/n sat at the bar and watched the interaction closely, and she could feel white-hot anger rising as she saw how Tipsy was looking at Eddie. She circled him as a shark did with prey, the lusty, hungry look on her face nearly sending y/n off that stool.

“Hello there, handsome,” she said to Eddie, biting her red-stained lower lip. “Looking good with that guitar.”

“Huh?” Eddie asked, turning to see who was speaking to him. “Oh, uh…thanks, I guess?”

“Looks like you know your way around an instrument,” Tipsy said, running her fingertips, which were topped with red Lee press-ons, over the neck of his guitar. “I’ll bet you know your way around a lot more, too, don’t you?”

“I suppose,” he said with a shrug, smiling softly at her. “Who are you, again?”

“Teresa,” she said, holding out a hand for him to shake. “Everyone calls me Tipsy, though; truthfully, I prefer the nickname, so don’t be afraid to call me that. Or anything else you want; I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“Would you play the part of the girl who backed off?” Eddie asked. “I’m engaged—“

“Is she here?” Tipsy interrupted. “I don’t see any girls around here. She wouldn’t have to know.”

“Look, I’m sure you’re a nice girl,” Eddie said, and he froze when her fingers ran through his hair. “But she’s the love of my life. I would never flirt with, kiss, or fuck any other woman. Ever. Whether she was around or not.”

“Oh, come on,” Tipsy said. “Just one time. I’ve been told I give amazing blowjobs.”

“Congratulations,” Eddie said, turning his attention back to his guitar. y/n was watching the entire interaction from afar, full of pure, unbridled rage. “I’m sure my friend Jeff or my other friend would definitely be interested in that. They’re single; me, and also my drummer, are not. We each have a fiancé, so you’re going to have to excuse us for not wanting to fuck you.”

Tipsy’s fingers ran over Eddie’s chest, before caressing over his biceps. That’s all it took for y/n, who sprang into action immediately. She sat down the Coke she was drinking, and made her way to the stage. She ran up there, before grabbing Eddie’s arm and swinging him around to face her. His expression went from uncomfortable to joyous, and she smashed their lips together in a hard, passionate kiss. She mewled against his lips, her hands tangling in his hair as her tongue delved into his mouth. He groaned pleasurably, before drawing away with reluctance. He expected Tipsy to be gone, but she still stood there, watching it all with a raised brow and a look on her face that Eddie couldn’t identify.

“Who’s your new friend?” y/n asked, not even bothering to hide the venom in her tone. “Looks like she got lost on the way to the Motley Crue concert.”

“Oh, this is, uh….Tipsy, right?” Eddie asked. “Her real name is Teresa, but she likes being called Tipsy instead.”

“And who are you?” Tipsy asked, eyeing y/n up & down in jealousy. “He just told me he had a fiance.”

y/n laughed, holding up her left hand to show off her ring. “I AM the fiance, dumbass. Did he also tell you we have a baby on the way? I’m almost five months pregnant, so…”

Tipsy looked between she & Eddie, before biting the inside of her cheek. “Didn’t think that cheap was his look.”

“Hm, must be why he didn’t go for you, then,” y/n said smugly, her expression telling Tipsy that she was ready for a fight.

“I just know his dick is big,” Tipsy provoked, looking at Eddie as she said it. “Something to really fill a woman up, so fucking well.”

“Oh, it’s massive, actually,” y/n said, moving closer to the other woman. “Too bad you’ll never get to see it.”

“Who says I won’t?” Tipsy asked.

“Alright, enough,” Eddie said, standing between them. “It was lovely meeting you, Tipsy. But you really should go bother someone else now, before my fiancé decides she wants to fight.”

“Bring it on,” y/n said. “He isn’t some fucking toy you can play with, and he also isn’t some fucking piece of meat for you to eat when you feel like it. He’s my fiancé, the father of my baby, and you’re not going to treat him as anything other than a human being. Now, not so kindly, fuck right off.”

With one last distasteful look at y/n, Tipsy walked away. y/n still felt anger, and she looked at Eddie, who was also shaken by the entire ordeal. “Shit, y/n. I’m so sorry—“

“Were you flirting with her?” y/n asked.

“What?!”

“You heard me, Eddie. What was going on over here?”

“I wasn’t flirting with her! You know I would never do that.”

“She’s pretty, though.”

“She’s not pretty at all to me, and she also isn’t you. Stop being so jealous, baby.”

“I’m not jealous.”

Eddie sighed, pulling her to his chest in a hug. “Baby, you’ve got nothing to worry about, okay? Not from her, or any other woman on this planet. You’re the only one I want, and nothing & no one will ever change that.”

“Do you really mean that?” y/n asked.

“Of course I do,” Eddie said, laying a hand on her stomach before kneeling in front of her to kiss it. “You, and this little one growing inside of you, are my entire world. I would never do anything to endanger that. I’m going to marry you, y/n; you know I never wanted that before you, because of my parents and their shitty marriage. But you changed that for me; I would never, in a billion years, cheat on you in any way. Ever.”

“I love you so much, Eddie,” she said. “You always know just what to say to set me at ease.”

“I love you, too,” he said, standing up. “And today, just now, I learned how much you never want to lose me, either. Getting jealous like that—“

“I wasn’t jealous!”

“You were. It’s okay, but you have no reason to be.”

“Eddie, I was mad. Not jealous.”

“Whatever you say. Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Was I ever going to tell you what?”

Eddie smirked, drawing her close and giving her a hard kiss. “That I have a massive dick. I was not aware of this.”

she rolled her eyes, giggling as she did so. “I only said that to throw in her face that I get to have you.”

“So it isn’t big?” Eddie asked, feigning disappointment.

“Well, it’s big enough,” she said.

“Just enough?” Eddie asked with a playful pout.

“Well…” she said, grinning at him. “Maybe we should go backstage so I can see it again. Seems I need my memory refreshed a bit.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Eddie said, his lips finding her neck as his hands caressed her sides. “Let’s go.”

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eddievanhammettmunson · 11 months

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New Masterlist

Authors note- hola my ghouls, goblins, and fellow gremlins. It has come to my attention that my old master list was broken and most of the links didn’t work. This new masterlist should have all working links and if it does not please let me know at any time. Some of my work did get lost or deleted from tumblr I’m not entirely sure so these are all the ones I could find. Thank you.

1. 10 things I hate about Eddie Munson - based on the movie 10 things I hate about you. With a 18+ ending 15k words

2. Sunflower Girl - when Eddie gets a new neighbor obsessed with flowers will a romance blossom? Fluff 5.8k words

3. Milkshakes Memories and Promises - after saving Eddie from the upside down you make him a promise you don’t intend to break. No matter the cost to you. 18+ 6.5k words

4. Rescue The Princess - when Eddie meets the new girl at the arcade he’s determined to impress her with his dungeon master level skills. 18+ 8.3k words

5. Butterflies Hairties and Faded lines - being friends with your drug dealer Eddie munson comes with all kinds of perks. But can you keep from crossing the line? 1.8k words

6. Timezone - rockstar Eddie misses his girl 18+ 3k words

7. Eddie Valentine - you hate Valentine’s Day. Eddie just wants to spend the day with you? How will it unfold? 18+ 4.8k words

8. The right medicine -TRIGGER WARNING mentions of drug abuse and drug use 18+ 5.5k words

9. Sticky situation - Eddie gets gum in his hair and you get it out. 1.5k words

10. Bad days, bad cars, happy stars - you’ve had probably one of the worst days you could have. But you have a munson boy, so can it really be that bad? 2.8k words

11. Falling like snow - you’ve never seen snow

And Eddie wants to make your first snowy experience special 2.4k words

12. Cops and crushes - 18++++ you thought being a cop would be a satisfying job to help the community. But when you finally realize it’s not what you wanted someone gives you the final push that makes you take the step to leave. 11.7k words

13. The Repair boy - After your dad needs his guitar fixed you meet a rather handsome repair boy. 5.2k words

14. Hallows Eve Original - 18++++ gore, smut. Visiting Eddie at the haunted house he works at on Halloween leads to an extremely eventful horrifying evening with your handsome vampire boyfriends. But are you sure you’ll survive to see the end of the night? (9k words).

15. Hallows Eve Alternate- 18++++ visiting your boyfriend at the haunted house he works at leads to some sexy spooky shenanigans 4.5k words

17. What do you see - fluff- you and Eddie discuss a future together after a bad day. 2.3k words.

Steve Fics:

16. Heavy - you were a heavy girl in highschool and king Steve and his friends made your life hell. Can Steve undo the past? 10k words

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lemoncrushh · 16 days

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The Entertainer II - Track 02 - Reunions

Summary: What if it wasn't the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky's story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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I silently willed my heart to stop thumping so hard in my chest as I prepared for my evening with Harry. He was arriving at any minute, and while he’d suggested a casual dinner at a restaurant, I’d already changed outfits three times.

I was applying my lipstick when the buzzer rang. Panic seared through me like electricity as I stared in the mirror, second guessing my third choice of clothing. Yanking on the gold chain around my neck, I sighed, admitting to myself that I had no more time to change my mind. This was it. Quickly fluffing my shoulder-length hair with my fingers, a much shorter cut than five years ago, I grabbed my handbag and tossed the lipstick inside.

“Just a second!” I called as I made my way to the door just in time to hear the doorbell ring again.

Deciding I didn’t want to answer all flustered and breathless, I set my purse on the table, inhaled slowly and let it out before swinging the door open.

“Hey,” I greeted, my lips automatically curving upward.

Harry’s mouth mimicked mine, his left dimple having its ceaseless effect on me. And just like the other night at the Journey concert, he looked devastatingly handsome.

“Hi,” he said, his gaze drifting down my body. “You look great.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

Holding the door open, I watched as Harry sauntered in, his eyes leaving mine to take a gander at my living room.

“Can I get you a drink?” I asked.

“Sure, whatever you’ve got.”

With a nod, I made my way to the kitchen, passing the refrigerator and opening the cabinet. While Harry was nice enough to give me the option, I figured his generic beer days were over, the rockstar that he was now. He probably preferred the good stuff, so I was relieved to remember I still had a couple bottles of liquor left over from Halo’s birthday party. Choosing the scotch, I poured us each a couple fingers worth.

Returning to the living room, I caught Harry inspecting my stereo, a new addition and upgrade since the small record player that used to sit in my bedroom. He’d removed his jacket which now slung across the arm of my couch, and I couldn’t help but admire the way his hair kissed his broad shoulders before he turned and saw me.

“Thanks,” he grinned, taking the glass of scotch from me. As our hands grazed each other, I noticed a few of his fingers were donned with rings which I found oddly sexy. “Cheers.”

I stared at him from above my own glass as his eyes drifted to the art on the wall behind me, the large plant in the corner.

“This is nice, Sky,” he commented when he lowered his glass. “Sophisticated, but still very you.”

Raising a brow, I let sarcasm disguise my nerves. “Am I not sophisticated?”

“I dunno,” Harry shrugged with a smirk. “I think of you more as...earthy.”

“A hippie,” I quipped, planting my free hand on my hip.

Harry’s laugh bounced off the walls, a beautiful song that sent me right back to five years ago.

“I’d rather go with ‘easy-going’,” he declared. “Low maintenance.”

“Ah, I see,” I nodded, enjoying the bit of teasing. “Just don’t think that means I’m a cheap date.”

His eyes still dancing with glee, Harry stepped forward. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Taking another sip of the scotch, I watched Harry stare at me from above the rim of his glass. I thought it amazing how his eyes still shone that same crystal green that I’d remembered - the same way they did when he would look at me before leaning in to touch my lips with his. Suddenly I got a chill, despite the liquor warming my veins.

“Hey!” Harry sounded, catching me off guard as he pointed to my couch. “No more itchy sofa, I see.”

I nearly spit out my drink. “Yeah. Halo and I gave that one away to our neighbors when we moved out.”

“Oh, that was nice.”

“I can’t you believe you remember that old couch,” I snickered.

“It was my bed for many a drunken night,” he commented. “And nights I just didn’t fancy going home.”

I tried my best to make light of his words with a smirk. “Why was that?”

“Oh c’mon, love,” he smiled, making my knees feel like jelly again, “it was much better to wake to see you passing by in those pajamas.”

“Shut up!” I flung a hand over my eyes as I felt myself blush.

Harry continued to chuckle before I heard him say, “Those were good times.”

I lowered my hand and nodded, taking another sip of scotch.

“Well…” said Harry, “I reckon just staying here for a chat would be nice, but I did make reservations.”

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “Of course.”

Taking Harry’s glass from him, I hurried to the kitchen and set it in the sink next to mine. When I returned, Harry was slipping into his jacket. I grabbed mine from the hall closet and my purse from the table.

“Let’s go,” I smiled.

I’d just opened the door when I felt Harry hold it for me, his body so close to me that I got a whiff of his cologne. I wasn’t sure what made me do it, but I turned to look at him. It was almost as though he’d silently requested me to, because simultaneously, he lifted his hand to touch my hair, and his fingers grazed my cheek.

“You really look amazing, Sky,” he said softly. “You’re still so beautiful.”

Holding my breath, I could feel every tiny hair on my skin rise with electricity. “So are you,” I managed to gulp.

“I’m glad we ran into each other.”

“Me too.”

His lips curving into a wide smile, he gestured to the open doorway. “Shall we?”

My heart pounding wildly in my chest, I gave an eager nod and led Harry outside, locking the door behind me. I felt his hand brush my arm before landing on my back as we walked together down the stone path to his car. I tried not to gasp - nor did I bother asking what kind of car it was - but it was a pretty sexy vehicle. After Harry held the door open for me and I slipped into the passenger side, I ogled at all the buttons and the leather seats. When Harry climbed in beside me and started the engine, he gave me one last genuine smile before shifting into reverse, just as the most perfect song played from the radio.

“Reunited and it feels so good…”

The restaurant was in an area of L.A. that Halo and I deemed the “glitzy part of town” and “way over our budget.” When Harry pulled up at the valet, I suddenly felt underdressed in my slacks and sweater.

“Jesus, Harry, you could have told me we were going here,” I groaned. “I would have worn a dress or something.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he chuckled. “You’re perfect.”

When my door opened for me, I climbed out of the car and looked up at the gorgeous view as a cool wind whipped my hair behind me. I heard Harry tell the valet thanks just before his hand warmed my back again.

“This is hardly casual,” I remarked, though I hoped I didn’t sound ungrateful. I was just not used to such luxury dining.

Harry laughed, making me feel at ease. “Trust me,” he said. “You could be wearing a paper bag, it wouldn’t matter.”

I couldn’t help but giggle as we walked up to the entrance. “I sincerely hope that’s not true,” I quipped.

The doorman’s greeting ended our friendly debate, and I was guided into the posh restaurant, greeted by another suited man whose facial expression told me he either recognized Harry, or everyone who frequented the joint held some sort of high status.

“Good evening, sir,” he addressed Harry in a syrupy tone. “So glad to have you join us. We have your table ready, right this way.”

With wide eyes, I incredulously followed the maitre’d to the left, Harry’s hand still on my lower back.

“Been here before?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“I told you I made reservations.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t even ask your name.”

Harry merely looked at me with a raised brow, then gave a shrug. I would have jabbed him in the ribs if not for the maitre’d stopping at a table ahead of us, the sight making me catch my breath. One, lone round table covered in a salmon-colored tablecloth sat before a bay window, overlooking the restaurant’s gardens, a koi pond and delicate waterfall giving the perfect view and ambience. It was all lit by soft lighting, the table by candlelight.

“Wow,” I heard myself gasp.

“Miss, may I take your coat?” asked the maitre’d.

“They do that here?” I blurted involuntarily.

Harry chortled. “Only if you want them to.”

“Oh.” Slipping out of my jacket, I handed it to the man, who laid it across his arm. Then he did the same with Harry’s as he pulled back my chair for me. I blinked several times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. This was all so surreal.

As if by magic, another man, younger and with more hair appeared next to the maitre’d.

“This is Nigel, your waiter. I hope you enjoy your meal and have a wonderful evening.”

As we told him thank you, he gave a bow and was gone. Nigel then introduced himself and welcomed us, offering a list of wines. Clueless as to what to order, I was relieved when Harry ordered a bottle of something I couldn’t pronounce.

With Nigel finally out of earshot, I leaned forward.

“Damn,” I exhaled, unable to help myself.

“It’s nice, yeah?” Harry beamed.

“I still say you could have warned me,” I remarked, placing my cloth napkin in my lap. “When you said it would be a casual dinner…”

“You thought I meant the In-N-Out?”

Relaxing my expression, I sat back and chuckled. “No. Just...not this. I feel kind of...out of place.”

Harry looked around the empty room and shrugged. “You shouldn’t. I asked for a private room so we could be alone and comfortable.”

“I’m sorry,” I cringed. “I look uncomfortable, don’t I? I’m just not used to-”

“Sky, I said it already, but I’ll keep saying it until you believe me. You look perfect.”

Sucking in my lips, I was relieved that Nigel returned with the wine. I watched him remove the cork with precision as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. Then I pretended to be fascinated as he poured the liquid into two glasses. Anything to keep my eyes from wandering to Harry’s because I knew without a doubt that they were studying me.

“Do you need some time to look over the menu?” asked Nigel.

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t even looked.”

“I’d be happy to offer some suggestions,” Nigel encouraged.

I listened to him rattle off a few dishes, some which sounded familiar and some that didn’t. Biting my lip again, I looked at Harry.

“Honestly, I’m fine with whatever you’re having,” I said.

With a grin, Harry ordered a filet mignon for us both and something else that was sure to be delicious. As Nigel took the menus and left again, however, my stomach decided it was time to do somersaults. Looking to my right, I gazed out the window to the koi pond and watched the little orange fish swim. When one disappeared, I leaned forward to find out where it went.

“Does that pond go underneath the restaurant?” I asked aloud.

“Sky.”

Just then, the fish reappeared and swam circles around his friends.

“Hmm, I guess it does. That’s pretty neat.”

“Sky.”

“Huh? Sorry. Yes?” I looked at Harry who glared at me with raised brows and a smirk. Then he burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Look at you, love. You look like a frightened squirrel.”

“Squirrel? That’s not very nice,” I pouted.

Harry shook his head, giggling. “No, you’re so fucking cute. But why are you nervous all of a sudden?”

With a sigh, I twisted the napkin in my hands. “I don’t know.”

“Hey. Relax,” Harry urged softly, reaching under the table. He pulled my fingers from the napkin and held my hand. “No need to be nervous with me.”

I let his calloused thumb graze over the back of my hand as it soothed me slightly. With his other hand, Harry lifted his wine glass.

“We haven’t made a toast yet,” he suggested.

Hesitantly, I took my glass. “What should we toast to?”

“To...reunions?”

“Okay,” I said softly.

I could tell Harry had something else on the tip of his tongue as our glasses connected, but when I took a sip of wine, he paused and seemed to change his mind. Setting my glass down, I let the words on my mind slip from my tongue.

“You’ve been here before.”

“Sorry?”

“I guess that’s why I feel kind of nervous,” I added. “You’ve obviously been here before. You knew to get a private room. The maitre’d recognized you. You knew what wines and meals to order. It just...I don’t know...makes me feel weird.”

Tilting his head, Harry considered my comment. “I have...been here before,” he admitted. “But not on a date.”

“Oh.”

“It’s Irving’s favorite restaurant,” Harry continued. “He comes here often, and I’ve joined him on occasion.”

“Oh,” I muttered again, feeling ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Harry smiled, rubbing my hand again. “I don’t want you to feel weird, or nervous, or any of those things with me. I just want you to have a good time. So if you’re uncomfortable, we can go.”

“Oh, no. God, no,” I squeezed his hand. “I’m...an idiot. This is all so lovely. I…” Looking up into his eyes, I felt my heart flutter once again, as though it was the first time. How was he able to do that?

“Let’s start over,” I sighed.

“Start over?” Harry asked. “Should we...go out and come back in?”

I chuckled. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” he murmured, releasing his hand from mine to touch my chin. “You have no idea how-”

Harry’s words were interrupted by Nigel’s return. As he set my plate in front of me, I heard him humming along to a song that played low overhead. Recognizing it, I quietly mouthed the lyrics.

“Don’t let another day go by, my love It’ll be just like starting over…”

I wasn’t sure if Harry was paying attention and had noticed the coincidence, but before he grabbed his knife and fork and sliced into his steak, his arm brushed mine, and he let the back of his hand graze a little longer than necessary along my sleeve.

Dinner turned out to be wonderful. The steak was the best I’d ever had in my life (not that I was a steak connoisseur), and our conversation seemed to flow naturally with very little awkward pauses. By the time Nigel came around with the dessert menu - which I politely declined - Harry had given me a little bit of insight into the touring life of Wildfire. While most of it sounded like a lot of fun, I could definitely see how one could end up feeling burnt out and need a break.

“It just got to where it was album, tour, album, tour,” explained Harry, “that eventually it became obvious that if it was always going to continue that way, someone was going to lose their head. Figuratively speaking.”

“Hmm,” I nodded, resting my chin in my hand. We’d finished off the bottle of wine and I was feeling slightly tipsy. “Were you afraid it could end worse than it did?”

“Absolutely. Deacon was always suggesting we move the band back to London. Lee got serious with Jessica before the last tour even started so he was missing her like mad. Someone was always bickering with someone else, even if there was no cause for it other than exhaustion. And as much as I loved my band, I was starting to hate them just as much. And I didn’t want that.”

“I think I can understand. It’s one of the reasons Halo and I finally got our own places. Other than the fact that we could finally afford to, we also just kind of got sick of seeing each other everyday,” I laughed. “She’s still my best friend and always will be. But we needed our own space.”

Harry gave a smile that sent goosebumps down my skin.

“I still remember that first night we came over,” he said.

“You do?”

“Yeah. Do you?”

“Of course, I do,” I nodded.

“I’d never met a girl with so many records, who was cute and smoked pot.”

“Shut up,” I blushed.

“And I loved seeing you at our shows, you and Halo always up front cheering us on. You were really our first true fans, and always great to us. I’ve always appreciated that.”

I traced an invisible pattern on the tablecloth, trying to think of how to respond. “Well...you were pretty easy to cheer for.”

“Sky,” I heard him say as my eyes remained on the table. “Sky, I have something I’ve wanted to say all night. I’ve just been...trying to come up with the right words. Or the right moment, I dunno.”

I lifted my head just as he leaned closer and cleared his throat. For the first time all evening, Harry looked like the nervous one.

“Sky, I...I want you to know that...I did think about you. I thought about you all the time. And I wanted to call so bad. So bad, Sky. But I was afraid…” he swallowed hard and looked down at his hands, twisting the lion ring around his finger. “I was afraid that I’d give us both false hope if I did. Because you were so far away from where I was...it felt like a whole other world that I’d left behind.”

“And I wasn’t part of your world anymore.”

“No, that’s…” Harry shook his head. “Not exactly. More like...a different time that I could never get back again. Even if I wanted to.”

“I see,” I lied.

Harry bit his lip, and I could tell he was trying to think of something to say. Or how to say it.

“I did call once,” he finally confessed.

“What?”

“It was the middle of tour, I think,” he said. “The first tour, with the Eagles. You’d really been on my mind lately, like everything was reminding me of you - a song, a place, a memory...a feeling. I started to think maybe it was a sign, like you were thinking of me too, I dunno. Up until then, I’d stare at the phone wondering if I should ring you or not. Then I’d chicken out. But this one night, I reckon I’d gotten up the nerve to actually dial your number. I let it ring several times, grateful that it was giving me more time to think of what to say if you were to answer. But you never did.”

I felt the moisture in my eyes before I blinked it away.

“Why…” I choked on a breath, “why didn’t you ever try again?”

“Because…” Harry looked down at the table and back at me. “Because I’m an idiot. And something told me you didn’t really wanna talk to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Harry shrugged. “I guess I thought you might be mad at me.”

“Mad? Why?”

“A few reasons. Because I’d waited so long to call. Because I hadn’t asked you to come along. Because...you’d told me you loved me and I hadn’t said it back.”

I suddenly felt my bottom lip tremble as the emotions came rushing back. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. Avoiding his gaze, I looked out at the pond and waterfall, then down at my lap.

“I wasn’t mad about that,” I declared. “It stung a little, I guess. And I was a little hurt - no, disappointed - that you didn’t ask me to come along on the tour. But I was never mad, Harry. I only wanted whatever you wanted, even if that didn’t include me.”

Meeting his gaze again, I saw the way his eyes blinked rapidly, as though he was holding back tears as well.

“Sky…”

“You were like...a dream come true, Harry,” I confessed. “I knew you were destined for great things, and I wasn’t going to stand in the way of that. I admit that you were very hard to get over. It took me a long time. I couldn’t even listen to your album for the longest. Halo finally had to pull me out of my slump and make me watch you on The Midnight Special. That actually helped because it reminded me how amazing you are, and that you deserve the life you’ve been given.”

I caught a tiny tear trickle from his eye as he reached a hand across the table to grab mine. Giving it a squeeze, I continued.

“You deserve the world, Harry. You’re so incredible and talented, with or without a band. That’s why I fell so hard for you, and why I had to tell you before you left. I loved you, and I was so very proud of you, even if you didn’t love me back. It didn’t matter.”

Lifting his other hand, Harry finally wiped a stray tear from his eye and sniffed.

“That’s not true,” he muttered.

“Yes it is.”

Harry shook his head. “I mean the part about not loving you back. ’s not true, Sky. I loved you, too.”

My eyes wide, I stared at him. “You...you did?”

Leaning forward, Harry spoke slowly, his voice raspy and fatigued. “I’d never met anyone like you, Sky. Not before...and not since. No one understood me and my place in this world the way you did. But it was really difficult to focus on where my compass was pointing while I could feel myself falling for you. So I tried to pretend I wasn’t. I told myself I just really liked you, that you were a really groovy chick,” he chuckled nervously. “I knew that I’d miss you, and that you meant a lot to me. But I don’t think I realized - even then - that it was more than that.”

I was aware of the wetness on my cheeks, the tear trickling down my jaw, but I didn’t even bother to wipe them. I inhaled a jagged breath, unsure if I’d be able to even utter one word, let alone relay the flood of emotions that had taken over me.

“Ha-harry…” I finally managed to get out just as Nigel returned once again.

“How are we doing here?” he asked in a cheery tone. “Can I get you anything else? Another bottle of wine, perhaps?”

“Oh, no,” I shook my head, wiping my cheeks as I looked away.

“I think that will be all,” Harry replied. “Thanks for everything, Nigel.”

“My pleasure, sir. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

As quickly as Nigel had appeared at the start of dinner, the maitre’d took his place and returned with our jackets. Harry graciously helped me out of my chair (although at that point I’d sobered up), and held my jacket while I slipped my arms inside. With his hand on my back again, he led me out of the restaurant.

“Wait,” I argued. “You didn’t pay.”

“It’s all taken care of,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my back. The cool evening air was nothing compared to the tingle his touch sent through me.

“Look at you,” I remarked. “Mr. Fancy.”

I felt his body shake with humor as he smoothly pulled me closer while we waited for the valet to bring the car around. I tried my best to concentrate on anything other than his intoxicating scent and his breath that tickled the hair on the top of my head.

“Sky,” I heard him say.

Blinking, I lifted my head to look at his handsome face. He stared into my eyes for what felt like an eternity until I felt him lean in - or maybe I just imagined it. Or hoped it. Because at that moment the car arrived and Harry let go and stepped back, and my body instantly turned frigid.

“Friday night, it was late, I was walking you home We got down to the gate and I was dreaming of the night…”

The car ride home was a little quiet except for the radio. While the music was good company, it seemed for the first time all evening there was awkward silence between us.

“That was a wonderful dinner,” I commented, breaking the ice.

I saw Harry’s thumbs pause their drumming on the steering wheel as he smiled. Then he reached across the seat to grab my hand. As he threaded his fingers through mine, I silently sighed at their warmth and leaned back against my seat.

“I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for joining me.”

“Thanks for asking.”

Though it was dark, the light from the dashboard reflected in his eyes. I wished he would say something more, something that could perhaps continue our conversation we were having in the restaurant. But I worried maybe that had been the end. He’d confessed his love for me, but it was a love from five years ago. I couldn’t possibly expect him to still harbor any of those old feelings. I figured I should probably just be happy that he had them at all.

“We’ll go dancing in the dark Walking through the park, and reminiscing…”

When Harry pulled into the parking lot of my building, letting go of my hand to turn off the engine, I reached down to the floorboard for my purse.

“I suppose this is when we do that awkward thing before we say goodnight,” I said without looking at him.

“We don’t have to.”

“Um...okay.”

“I mean...we don’t have to say goodnight. Not yet, anyway. It’s still early, and...well, to be honest, I don’t wanna leave.”

If there had been any way my brain could have signaled some words to my mouth at that second, I’m not sure what they would have been. But it didn’t matter. Because as soon as I looked up at him, his hand slid across my neck and his mouth covered mine.

His kiss was warm and sweet, just like I’d remembered; just like I’d dreamt about all those years. I fell into it, melting in his arms as he pulled me closer. Or...at least as close as one can get in a two-seater. Sliding my hand down his chest, I pulled back only enough to break the kiss.

“I don’t want you to leave either,” I whispered against his lips.

Songs mentioned:

Peaches & Herb - Reunited

John Lennon - (Just Like) Starting Over

Little River Band - Reminiscing

Eeek, it's starting! Who wants to ride the Harry and Sky train? Choo choo! How did you like this chapter? What do you think will happen next?

tagging: @daphnesutton, @fkinavocado, @freedomfireflies

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dabisqueen · 2 years

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Falling in Love Ch.8

Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 6.2K

⇢ series plot: after receiving a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you go and it proves to be a life-changing event.

⇢ current plot: the first concert proves to be fun and entertaining, but behind the scenes tension is coming to an explosive peak between Dabi, Keigo and you

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, alcohol consumption, drug abuse, kissing, groping, sex in public, oral (m receiving), deepthroat, lots of dialogue, some hurt, more jelousy

Personal note: almost at the big finale. A big shout out to @/hunajan and @/crumbly-scrombly for helping me finish this! Couldn't have done it without you 💙

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Even though everyone else kept watching from the side, you wanted to be closer. You wanted to see him in person, see his face with your own eyes, in front of you – not through some LED screen in the back of the stage.

You turned and let your gaze roam across the area, trying to find a way to get closer to him. Seeing one of the crew members wearing a security shirt walk down the hallway, you followed him, around the corner and down the stairs.

Flashing your All Access Pass at the men waiting at the bottom, you stepped past the security into the space separating the audience and the stage.

You could see Dabi clearly now, his handsome features, sweat dripping off it, the lights reflecting in the bright azures of his eyes. The lights fell perfectly on his face, emphasizing the sharp cut of his nose and lips, as they kept grazing the grille.

The pounding drumbeat drove the performance, the crowds were pushing against the railing behind you, their hands raised in the air, heads bobbing to the music, while the security and staff had their hands full keeping the crowd in control.

You knew everyone's hearts were racing, blood pumping, as they sported the hand-horns, feet bouncing off the ground in the air. The crowd surged forward and back in one relentless wave like the wild waves of the ocean during a high tide.

The LoV showed off with an energy and staging most artists leave until their encore. It was simply the most visually stunning concert you had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

The level of sound was astronomical, the music roared through the streets for miles and the crowd went crazy.

Every time the bass drum was struck, you could feel the repercussions within your chest. The floor beneath you seemed to move with the beat of each song. The vibration that each sound produced, felt like current passing through your body.

Dabi was so effortlessly sexy - dark clothes, dark hair and piercings that adorned his features. He was one of the hottest rock stars in the world for a reason, completely taking over the audience with his presence.

The stage presented a spectacular sight and the atmosphere sucked you into the aura of rock music. Plenty of pyrotechnics kept everyone entertained, supporting certain refrains or lines by flashing bursts of lights along the stage.

With Dabi continuing to banter and flirt with the crowd, the stage suddenly went dark after half the concert was over. Excited screams echoed across the venue as black seeped into every inch of the stadium, a promise for something big to come.

And then everyone fell silent, aching with anticipation.

Out of nowhere, the venue lit up in a sparkling sea of crimson red. Dabi stood right in the middle of this sea of red, his shirt taken off, showcasing his sculpted chest to the crowd.

He stepped close to his microphone, his lips brushing against it as he shouted, "Are you ready for the next song?"

The crowd roared back in anticipation and Dabi closed his eyes for a second, inhaling deeply before he opened them again, sweat dripping down his temples.

"Cause this song is for someone special," Dabi spoke softer into the microphone, his eyes roaming the crowd until they landed on yours and stopped right there.

You swallowed hard, your hands starting to tremble. Blue eyes that seemed to hold a world of mystery behind them shone like gems in the sea of red while his lips curved up into a soft smile.

His tantalizing blue eyes never left yours, when he lifted his left arm, his finger pointed at you.

"From the darkness I see the light in you." He whispered into the microphone,

While stringing his pec into the chords to start the guitar riffs, a tightness spread across your chest as you looked at each other, the everything around you starting to fade.

It was just you and him– nothing else.

And then, while his gaze never left yours, he started singing, deep and husky.

"Don't stress, don't stress. No one knows what goes on in our heads, our heads.

We are invisible to the rest, the rest.

They don't know nothing 'bout what we have, we have."

Tears started pooling in your eyes as you listened to his lines, the world around you dissipating as he continued singing, never averting his gaze.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes slowly shut before he started singing, husky, deep and low, "'Cause everyone's living in black and white. But we see each other in a different light."

"Infra-Red," as the iconic lyrics burst from both Dabi's mouth and the crowds', he opened his eyes and looked right at you, "I know that you're burning up for me. Fire in your bloodstream, moving through you at light-speed. I see you, I see you. In Infra-Red!"

While delivering one fiery riff after another from his straining guitar, he was standing there with his eyes fixated on yours, singing the lyrics only for you. Among the endless crowd, you couldn’t believe that his attention was only pointed at you. The mere thought of it had your ribs ache as your heart was thrumming with love and admiration.

For the next part of the song, he cast a glance into Keigo's direction, followed by a hint of a nod before going harder on his instrument. Keigo complied, kicking into the song with a low pitch of his bass guitar, adding into the chorus.

"The heat and the light and the way you move, Like nobody else is in the room. I see you, I see you."

While he sang, his stunning eyes, deep as the bottomless ocean, never left yours and your heart started aching, longing for him so much it seemed like you were suffocating.

The cameras placed below were capturing each and every expression on his face, reflecting them on the LED screens in the back as if proving to all that you were the only one he saw and the only one who mattered during these moments.

When he finished the song with the words, "From the darkness, I see the light in you”, he smiled at you, his face lighting up before the stage fell into darkness again.

A strange glow arose and turning around, you noticed thousands of cellphones held up into the air, lighting up the crowd with their lit screen. It was a tribute to the band, to their music.

It was overwhelming.

You brought your gaze to the ground with your teeth sinking into your lip. Hot tears started trickling down your cheek and you let them, wiping them off with trembling fingertips.

He had touched your heart. This was beyond anything you've ever experienced. A declaration of love in front of thousands of people.

Fat tears continued to roll down your face while the band regrouped and the people behind you one by one tugged their cell phone away.

It took a few minutes for your tears to dry up. After having wiped off your face, you inhaled deeply and straightened up again, focusing back on the show.

As the concert rolled on, the three made sure to keep the crowd on their toes, changing the pace of the concert with every couple songs. Dabi's fresh and clean guitar riffs and shimmers were complimented by Keigo's brutally heavy bass, pulling out grunt after grunt from his overdrive guitar.

They were driven forward by Tenko’s thunderous drumming, oftentimes high pitched and explosive, other times nice and smooth. It all came together in a blend of novelty, complexity and rhythm that offered surging, propulsive energy.

Right before they dove into one of their songs, Dabi stepped up to the microphone, his guitar hanging loosely around his neck. He pointed a finger into the crowd when he screamed, "For the next song, I need your help."

Lifting the straps of his guitar over his head, he placed the instrument on the floor and proceeded to head off the stage towards you. Leaning towards you, he called at you over the roar of the nearby crowd, "Gimme your phone!"

While the bodyguards had their hands full trying to retain the frenzied crowd behind you two, you shook your head, "Why?"

"Just give it to me, goddammit!" He called again, as he held out his hand, curling his fingers in a rapid motion repeatedly towards him.

Confusion still written on your face, you reached into your purse to retrieve the device and handed it to him. Taking it from your palm, he blew you a kiss, the crowd behind you erupting into screams.

Strutting back up the stage to the microphone, he grabbed it tightly with one hand while running a hand through his sweat-drenched black hair, screaming, "All the hot girls and boys out there, how much do you love us?"

The reply from the crowd was deafening as Dabi threw you a glance, winking at you.

"Wanna show how much you love us?" His question was again answered by a deafening roar.

Dabi's melodic laughter echoed through the venue with the cameras turning to film what happened in the crowd. Everywhere, women were lifted onto people's shoulders as they stripped off their shirts and bras, flashing their bare tits at the band.

Keigo and Tenko hollered into the microphone while Dabi held up your cell phone and started snapping pictures.

A blue piece of fabric hurled through the air and landed with a soft thud on the stage. At first, you were unsure what it was but when Keigo picked it up you realized it was a thong.

"That's the spirit!" Dabi screamed into the microphone, stretching his pointed fingers towards the crowd, "Now— Show. Me. More!"

Chaos broke loose. Endless pieces of fabric of all imaginable sizes and colors, even some boxers, flew onto the stage.

Dabi laughed as he kept shouting, "Keep ‘em coming."

It went on for minutes and you couldn't help but chime into the cheers and laughter. It was so intense and amusing, seeing all the endless smiles in the crowd, you couldn’t help but get caught up in the middle of it all.

With the entire stage covered in underwear, he gave the phone to a security who handed it over to you. Then Dabi put on his guitar, taking the plectrum to string into the chords.

The first tunes of the next song started and raising your gaze, you saw Dabi looking at you, his eyes soft, a smile playing about his lips as he started singing. Taking a deep inhale, you calmed your heart, smiled back at him and continued watching.

Halfway through the song, Dabi placed the mic stand in front of him, starting to thrust his hips forward in sexual gestures towards the crowd. As if that was a cue, Keigo came up to him, pressing his body against his, starting to rut his hips into his bandmates side.

Cupping Dabi's cheek, he urged him to turn his face towards his own, his lips nearing for a kiss.

But Dabi slightly shook his head, pressing his lips into a fine line and Keigo stilled. It was as if only you witnessed the short scene, with the crowd behind you too immersed in the thrumming music.

Keigo's expression turned stone cold and you could see his lips moving as he said something to Dabi. Covering the microphone with his palm, Dabi shook his head again and replied as to which Keigo’s jaw clenched and he turned on his heel, strutting back off to the side.

For the rest of the concert, you watched Keigo as he wore a sour expression, his back always turned slightly towards his bandmate.

When the show ended with seemingly endless fireworks, you felt elated. Endorphins rushed through you, your heart beating at a million times per minute. You felt like you were part of the crowd that cheered and screamed behind you with no end in sight.

Seeing the three boys walk off stage you hurried back up to meet up with them, longing for seeing Dabi again. You knew they just had enough time to grab a drink or a towel or do a quick check in the mirror.

Entering the waiting area, you saw the LoV standing there, exhausted, sweat dripping down their faces and bodies. They were all smiles— except for Keigo, whose expression was still clouded over with an unreadable darkness.

The crew helped the boys re-tune their instruments and adjust the levels for the encore while you stepped closer to them.

You saw a young crew member hand Tenko, his pale locks sticking in wet strands to his face, a dry towel to wipe himself off. He gladly accepted a water bottle, while he continued joking with Keigo over having messed up.

As Dabi turned to see you approach, he walked towards you, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace while his lips met yours for a kiss.

"Ew Dabi," you mewled into his mouth, struggling against him, his sweaty chest pressed against your top, the damp wetness seeping through it.

Dragging his tongue over yours, his hands slid down your sides, cupping your ass cheeks and pressing you even tighter against him. His lips were coated in sweat and had a tantalizing salty taste to it. His hair stuck in messy wet strands into his face, but his eyes were nonetheless full of passion and fire.

"Missed ya," he breathlessly panted into your open mouth, and you felt the growing hot erection in his pants pressing against you.

Parting from you, he slid his fingers into yours. Turning towards his band mates, he called out, "I'll see you in five, got some business to attend to—" before dragging you off down the hallway.

“Hey,” Keigo yelled at Dabi over the crowd calling for an encore outside, “Don't have time for this shit!”

“Ain't no shit, but love," Dabi winked at him before turning the corner and disappearing out of sight with you.

Taking another sip from the water bottle, Tenko, sporting a pink blush on his cheeks, murmured, "Fuckin' rabbits."

Keigo's expression however stayed dark, when he grunted, "More like fucking idiots."

Stumbling after Dabi, you both went down a breeze-block corridor.

Unsure where he was taking you, you inquired, "Where are we going?"

"Been to this venue before," he rasped, "Know the perfect place to have some fun."

"Dabi–" you rolled your eyes at him while stumbling after him, "Seriously, do I even wanna ask how you know?"

"Not really," he tilted his head, half-facing you so you could hear him better, a cocky grin on his face.

With a defeated sigh, you continued trotting after him.

At the end of the hallway, he opened a door to a room, empty except for some cleaning supplies and a broom. Shutting the door behind him, he took it and wrenched it between the door handle and the concrete floor.

Then he turned around, "We got five minutes. On your knees."

“B-But— you're sweaty!” You pouted, while he placed his hands on your shoulders, weighing down on you.

Sinking down to your knees, he opened his fly, his already half erect dick popping out.

“You said I was perfect, no matter what,” he grinned at you, his voice oozing with mischief.

His eyes locked on you kneeling between his legs, a playful glimmer of excitement in them. Licking your lips, you wrapped your palm around his growing girth, rewarding him with slow strokes.

"We gotta hurry up," he urged, tangling his fingers into your hair, his glowing sapphire blues never leaving your crouching figure.

With a firm hand, he brought your face towards his cock so you could wrap your lips around the flushed tip of his cock.

The taste of leather mixed with his salty sweat and the sweetness of his precum along your tongue.

Moaning deep in your throat, you looked up at Dabi through thick eyelashes. Feeling him throb in your mouth, you started taking him in, deeper and deeper each time you slid down on his length.

“Fuck. You look so pretty like that.” Dabi moaned, leaning back to watch you lazily through half-lidded eyes.

You hummed and took him deeper, flicking your eyes up to look at him as you hollowed your cheeks, a familiar heat starting to bloom in your lower region.

"Fuck- Just a little more," Dabi panted, placing his hand on the back of your head.

He started to push you down on his length and you gagged lightly as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, drool starting to spill past your stretched lips and dribble down your chin.

Relaxing your jaw, his spongy tip breached the back of your mouth and you took all of him in until he was nestled deep in your throat.

Being impaled by him, struggling to breathe you slowly started pulling off his length just to start sliding up and down his fat girth, each time taking him to the hilt, your nose buried in his pubic hair.

“Ohh yes, just like that– shit.” He let out a groan as he felt your wet throat convulse around him.

His cock twitched in your mouth, making it harder for him to stay still as your skilled mouth kept working him silently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–" Dabi’s head tossed back, totally blissed out.

Dragging your mouth over his fat cock, his hips started to tremble as he felt his balls tense, his high nearing, “Ready?”

Drool coated your mouth and chin while your eyes, misted by your tears, flicked up to his, your lips stretched around the thick girth of his cock.

You nodded slightly, your tongue stroking the underside of his cock when you slid your hand up his inner thigh to start squeezing his balls.

He groaned, lips parting. “Gonna cum, baby,”

eyes half-lidded with want.

Dabi inhaled sharply, his gut starting to clench. Grabbing your hair tightly and giving you no room to move, he thrust forward one last time, shoving himself deep into your throat.

Your face was pressed against his pelvis, as he started pumping ropes of hot cum down your esophagus. And you silently swallowed, struggling not to gag around him, trying to take short shallow breaths through your nose.

"Fuck, so good," Dabi grunted deliriously, his cock spasming inside your mouth, as you continued gulping around him, swallowing every bit of the salty release he was giving you.

When his balls had emptied themselves, he pulled out of your mouth. Inhaling deeply, you tried to regain your breath, while he tugged himself back into his tight leather pants, his azure eyes roaming your spit-covered face.

“Babe, you’re too good for me,” his voice was so soft when he helped you stand, trailing his fingers over your skin, wiping the drool and cum off your chin with his thumb.

His lips found yours, his tongue sliding in as he tasted himself on your tongue, smelled the scent of himself on you.

“Simply amazing," he whispered into your open mouth, and you tilted your head to deepen the kiss while his arms circled your waist to start groping at your ass. Peppering small kisses up your jaw bone, he took the shell of your ear between his lips and let out a little breathy moan.

"But—" he pulled off you, trying to look composed, "I gotta run. Encore."

You nodded and grabbing your hand, he kicked the broom off to the side and opened the door.

Looking back at you while you both strutted down the corridor he said “I'll be all yours in about an hour, ok?”

Offering him a soothing smile, you both made your way back to the stage, his bandmates already waiting, being assisted with their in-ear monitors.

Seeing you both approach, Keigo gritted his teeth then snagged a water bottle from a passing staff member.

As you slipped into sight, he shot you a dark look, his fingers twitching around his water bottle.

“Got a problem?” Dabi asked, noticing his bandmates' reaction towards you.

“Why would there be a problem?” He pretended to be fine, gesturing around the room with his drink, “Everything is just… perfect.”

"That's not what I meant." Dabi glared at him.

"What did you mean, then?" Keigo tilted his head and shrugged.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about."

"No. And I don't care either." And with that he threw the bottle into a corner, the remaining water splashing against the wall and floor.

Kicking an empty coke can with his boot across the floor, he ripped his bass guitar from a surprised looking staff member before stepping up the stairs towards the stage.

Dabi was seemingly on edge, as you soothingly layed a warm palm on his arm.

"C’mon," Tenko nudged his head towards where Keigo had disappeared, "Got an encore to deliver."

“Yeah yeah,” Dabi's shoulders slumped as he turned to you and pecked a chaste kiss to your cheek before grabbing his guitar and lifting its straps around his neck.

Stepping back on the stage, not a minute too late, the LoV started their encore.

The concert was like a drug, a visual spectacle unlike anything you had ever seen and the stadium echoed back the screams of the audience and the sounds of the band.

The LoV ended their concert with fire, fountains of flames rising from the sides of the stage and sparks raining down. After placing his guitar on the floor, Dabi took down to the crowd, high-fiving and touching them. Keigo and Tenko followed suit, taking their time to bond with their fans.

Eventually, they turned around and walked off-stage, with Dabi pulling you close to him, his arm draped around your shoulder. Tenko and Keigo sauntered behind you, grabbing the towels that were handed to them.

Back in the Catering room, they had champagne waiting for them – several oversized Moët & Chandon Impérial bottles as well as smaller ones.

Keigo strutted in, a towel drying off the sweat off his face. He wore a sour expression, roughly shouldering Dabi as he went past him.

"What's gotten into you," Dabi snapped at him.

But Keigo ignored him and just grabbed one of the bottles of Moët & Chandon sitting open in a wine cooler to lift it to his lips and started drinking.

"Don't know what you mean," the bottle left his lips, champagne spilling past them and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

Lifting his gaze to stare at Dabi he replied, "The question is, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing. What's your problem, man?" Dabi stepped closer to him.

Keigo's gold eyes caught yours, one finger pointing at your face as he replied plainly, "She's my problem, that bitch is gonna fucking ruin us!"

Tenko cut in between, "Keigo, that's uncalled for…"

"What the fuck did you just call her?" Dabi growled, his hands balling into fists.

"Dabi, don't—" you closed in on him, laying your palm calmingly on his hand, "Let him speak."

Taking a step closer towards his bandmate, anger painted across every inch of his face, Keigo said through gritted teeth, "Ever since she joined, all you've been doing is fucking her brains out."

Dabi stared expressionless at him, a chilling silence spreading as everyone stopped what they were doing, watching the scene unfold.

“It's like—" Keigo's golden orbs grew darker as he talked, raking a shaky hand through his wind-strewn ash blonde hair, "You've replaced me, no us with your new… toy!”

You continue to breathe in a desperate bid to calm the panic you feel clawing up your insides.

“Fuck, I miss you so fucking much–" Keigo stepped closer, staring right into Dabi's glowing eyes, "I hate what's become of you — of us!"

Nobody was moving, Dabi and Keigo stared at each other and you could feel the air oozing thick with pent up tension. And right then and there, it became clear to you that Dabi and him knew each other better than you had assumed.

After a moment, Keigo lowered his gaze, taking a deep, gusting breath, letting it out through his mouth, “Fuck, need to get out — I'm loosing my goddamn mind."

Keigo's gaze met yours, his golden eyes before he turned with an irritated grunt, leaving the room, clutching the bottle tight in his hand when he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Fuck," Tenko muttered, to rake a hand through his pale long locks, "’M gonna go after him..."

With that, Tenko silently slipped out the door.

Dabi started shaking, eyes filled with anger and pain while you continued to softly talk to him, taking a grab of his hand. A few moments passed but eventually he stopped trembling, his eyes getting focused again.

You cupped Dabi's face with your hands, "Dabi, are you ok—"

"Yeah—" Dabi acknowledged with a frown, grabbing a bottle of champagne before slumping down on the couch nearby.

While you joined him, he popped open the bottle and started taking deep gulps of the sparkling liquid.

"Damn," he muttered, taking another big gulp of the champagne.

"Hey Touya, it's alright," you kissed him on his cheek, running your hand through his raven hair.

Instead of answering, Dabi took another sip, casting you a tentative smile.

Back outside the room, Tenko managed to catch up with Keigo, "Hey stop!”

He turned on his heels, “What do you want, Tenko?” his body trembling, his eyes red and glossy.

Tenko had never seen his bandmate in such distress before. All these pent up emotions unlocked a wild, feral kind of energy inside of him. All the anxiousness, sadness, betrayal and most importantly rage that he had bottled up, exploded at once.

“I–” the words were stuck in Tenko’s throat, the pressure of trying to somehow fix the entire thing suffocating him.

He needed time, a breather, a break.

“Let’s go outside, grab some fresh air, ok?" Stepping up to the bassist, his hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

Keigo took a deep breath, humoring Tenko’s effort with a roll of his eyes but followed him down the hall and through the door outside.

They were instantly greeted by a choir of screams from a group of fans waiting behind a metal fence, hoping to get recognized and spend an unforgettable night with a rockstar.

"So, what do you want?" Keigo said lowly, golden eyes meeting red ones.

Tenko stood there, trying to find the right words to say.

"I know you hurt," he started, "But you may need to accept that Dabi and her are a thing now."

He could see Keigo flinch at his words. Because all he could think about was how he considered Dabi to be special, his actual very first time. And how you got in between them, ruining everything.

But his shoulders slumped, realizing that Tenko was probably right. Yet, he wasn't gonna give up without a fight.

"Cmon Keigo," Tenko tried reaching out again, "Let's just calm down and have a good time ok?"

That sparked an idea in the bassist.

"A good time, you say?" Keigo's gaze drifted over his bandmates shoulder, roaming the small crowd of willing groupies, settling on a blonde in the group.

His lips curled into a smug grin. Tenko turned his head, following Keigo's gaze and landed on the object of desire.

"Keigo–" the drummer pleaded, "Don't do anything stupid."

But his bandmate's eyes told him that he already made up his mind. Keigo knew he behaved petty and childish but if he was just some disposable piece of trash to Dabi – then he was gonna return that favor right back at him.

“Ok, deal. I'm gonna have a good time~” his grin grew, anticipating, no, gleefully enjoying returning the hurt Dabi had put him through.

This wasn't just about righting a wrong, or vindicating the same hurt to dabi anymore. This was about taking back what was his, making Dabi pay for the tricks he played on him. It was about mirroring what a joke Dabi had become with you.

And so, he sauntered over to the group of people who started screaming when they recognized him.

Everyone wanted an autograph or more and Keigo closed in on one of the security men, saying something into his ear.

He knew his intentions were heinous. But he didn't care. He watched how the man in the neon yellow safety shirt stepped up to the metal fence and helped the blond girl up and over it.

Sighing, Tenko directed his gaze to the floor and turned on his heels, not wanting to witness Keigo grabbing the girl to smash his lips against hers, rutting his hips against her. Silently slipping back inside, he followed down the hallway towards the Catering room.

A few minutes later, Keigo returned as well– but he wasn’t alone. The blond girl in tow, he went straight for the tables, grabbing a bottle of champagne before turning towards Dabi.

Taking a gulp from the bottle he wrapped his arms around the girls waist, cocked his head, pupils dilated. He tried his best to hold her the way Dabi always protectively held you.

“Hey Dabi, do I need to yap out some love song and eat her panties live on stage for this to work?" Not waiting for him to answer, Keigo's hands traveled down her waist, evoking gasps and giggles from her.

“Keigi—" the situation flew right over the girl's head as she returned those gestures to him.

Keigo continued, turning to lock eyes with Dabi, “Or do I need to piss her off first so I can crawl back like some pathetic worm?”

He looked to you, and Dabi growled, “What the fuck are you getting at, man?”

"Oh nothing nothing," Keigo cooed into her ear and pulled her closer, making her feel his hard on through his jeans.

"Dabi tell me, is yours just as easy to fuck?" Keigo pulled his chin up, a smirk spreading across his face, his hand trailing up underneath her shirt, taking it with as he moved further up.

"Aah– why am I even asking." Keigo exposed her large bare breast, starting to squeeze it in his palm, "Yours is hopping on your dick like a feral bitch in heat, hope mine’s like that as well–"

The girl, obviously heavily intoxicated, giggled as Keigo continued to grope her bare breast in front of everyone, his eyes never leaving Dabi's.

Dabi's face went dark with anger and he was about to when Keigo turned his face back to the girl's.

"C'mon, let's go and lemme fuck you as good as I used to fuck him," he turned, pulling the girl after him.

Dabi's face grew a deep red, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes shaking with rage. The pain ramped up all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than he could blink.

You all stayed there for a moment in the silence of the room. Jumping to his feet, Dabi ran off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, without as much as looking back at you.

One by one, the rest of the crew left through the door, leaving only you and Tenko behind. A deafening silence fell upon the room. Tenko’s crimson gaze fell upon you as you instinctively turned towards him.

"I didn't want any of this to happen!" your voice was shaky with tears.

"It's not your fault," he reassuringly brushed his palm up your back.

You turned to sit down on the couch, hiding your face in your palms. All the tension that had built up overflowed and you noticed your face growing hot, as tears welled in your eyes.

Tenko looked so different than usual, broken, tired as he took a few steps to slump down beside you, the couch dipping as he did, one leg bouncing rapidly.

You swallowed hard, trying to hold it all in. It proved useless as hot tears freely found their way down your cheeks and you turned to press your wet face against his chest.

Tenko’s eyes shot open, a blush blooming on his cheeks as his right hand rose to dig into his neck, while the other tentatively laid on your back.

"Hey, if you need to vent, I’m here for you," he murmured nervously.

"I- I just don't… I don't know where to start." You quietly sobbed into his dark shirt, the tears starting to leave luckily barely visible mascara spots on it.

“I know it's complicated–," he reassuringly brushed his hand over your back, "It’s like I’m the only one who’s still sane here.”

You swallowed once before continuing, "I've caused this, I'm the one to blame for everything..."

“Hey, don't say that. It's not true." Hesitating a second, he tightened his embrace as you continued crying into his shirt, "When I joined the band, Keigo and Dabi were already tightly bonded to each other."

He paused, collecting his thoughts "They had both been through some major shit, sharing an intense bond."

The silent tears kept falling while you listened, and you wrapped your arms around him to press yourself against his warm comforting chest.

The constant blush on his face spread to his ears and his fingertips continued to rub at his neck when his gaze fixated the ceiling, sighing deeply.

“One couldn’t do anything without the other following," his eyes turned pensive behind disheveled pale hair, "Dabi being the cynical rebel – and Keigo getting off on that."

His palm was warm and soothing against your back as you felt yourself calming down.

"You are good for Dabi–" he added, "He's finally confronting his problems and moving forward."

Then he muttered, "And you are good for me too…" His eyes flew open as his face turned a dark crimson at his sudden admission. "Shit, ehm–”

"Tenko–" As you try to lift your gaze to look at him, his hand came down from his neck, sliding into your hair and pressing your face back against his chest, "Don't look!"

You let out a mix between a sob and a giggle but started to relax in his hold, while he continued.

"Keigo on the other hand breaks further and further." He added quickly, "He's obviously trapped in the past."

You nodded, the warmth of his body, his timid gentle touch so comforting, soothing your rattled nerves.

You stayed like that until no more tears welled, when Tenko’s shoes squeaked against the floor, shuffling his feet.

A hand rose again to scratch at his neck, "Now that we're alone, I was gonna ask you something "

"Of course, anything, Tenko," you moved up to wipe your tears off your face.

"Well, I met this–" but he was cut short when the noise of Dabi slamming the door open thundered through the room.

You both jolted up, seeing him standing there, eyes fixed on the scene before him. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, his pupils enlarged, his eyes bloodshot.

"Getting cozy with my girl behind my back, Tenko?" He growled, wiping the remnants of white powder off his nose as he strutted towards where you were sitting.

"Dabi, cut it out, I’m just comforting her," Tenko hissed while he continued to hold you. "She needed someone – while you got yourself high again!"

"I fucking warn you, step the fuck away from her," Dabi growled again, his expression darkening.

"Dabi please, he really helped me—" you explained but were cut off as he was on you in an instant, pulling you off the couch and away from Tenko.

"She's fucking mine," he wrapped his arms protectively around you, "Don't you fucking dare touch her again."

His eyes narrowed as his grip around you almost became crushing. Tenko sat there for a second, visibly shaken, his fists clenching and clenching. You've never seen him like that before and opened your mouth to say something to him when he stood, turned towards the door and left, Dabi's slithered eyes boring into his back.

You slumped against Dabi, your heart ringing still in your ears, as the implications of what just happened slowly sank into your mind.

"C'mon," Dabi's voice had turned soft again, shaking his head as if to clear the tension from it, "Let's get out of here."

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