#song requests | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kurtie4life96 · 1 year

Text

Song request: im afraid to go to heaven with Eddie but make it sexy PLEASE

I'm Afraid I'll Go To Heaven

E.M. × F! Reader

Summary: Eddie is sick and tired of being called a "Satanist". Maybe his best girl friend can help him relieve that frustration.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, dom!Eddie, sub!reader, graphic, rough sex, unprotected sex, a bit of ritualistic sex, choking, BLOOD play, KNIFE play, exhibitionism, spitting, handcuffs, masochism/sadism, oral (f receiving), anti-christianity, Christian protesters, smoking

THIS IS VERY ANTI RELIGIOUS/CHRISTIANITY. DO NOT READ IF THAT'S OFFENSIVE TO YOU. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

"Here we go again." Eddie mumbled through gritted teeth.

You sat in the passenger seat of his van as he turned into the trailer park, a swarm of angry protesters with picket signs shouting at the two of you, scattered across the front of his house.

"The cops won't do anything?" You asked, sighing out of frustration.

He laughed, motioning towards the protesters, "Nope. Why should they, anyway? I am part of the satanic panic, after all."

After the events of the Upside Down and Eddie almost dying, he was nearly charged for the murders that Vecna had committed. Miraculously, Hopper had managed to clear his name, placing the blame on Jason, as he was there when Patrick died, mercilessly bullied Fred, and his girlfriend was Chrissy. Plus, Jason was now dead. It was all too easy.

But the people of Hawkins still weren't convinced, still called Eddie a murderer, a Satanist, a devil worshipper.

They protested at Hawkins High, his graduation, even going as far to protest outside of his house.

The crowd slowly started to dissipate after a few months, but they were still relentless, calling him a sinner, a murderer, telling him he was going to burn in hell, to repent.

You had tried to protect your friend from these people. You'd screamed at them, threw trash at them, stuck by his side.

But Eddie was still miserable. And they were never going to stop.

Eddie pulled up in front of his trailer, parking and turning his van off. People began to surround it immediately, yelling at him, perhaps the both of you, holding up picket signs with some of the most vile words on them you'd ever seen.

He ran his hands through his hair, agitated, and punched the steering wheel suddenly, cursing to himself.

You reached your hand out to gently hold his, an attempt to calm him down, "We just have to ignore them and go inside."

Eddie snatched his hand away from yours, hurting your feelings a little, but you understood his anger, not taking it too personally.

"I'm sick of just ignoring them!" He exclaimed, wide-eyed, "I know that's what Hopper said to do, but I can't do it anymore, I just- I can't do it!"

He opened the car door and you quickly followed, rushing towards him as he confronted one of the middle-aged, bearded protesters, getting in the man's face.

"You need to repent, young man," he started, "if you want to live forever, be with loved ones in Heaven, you must confess-"

"I don't wanna live forever!" Eddie shouted, taking an even closer step towards him, making the man stumble back a bit.

"You're going to burn in hell-"

"Then so be it!" Eddie smiled maniacally, throwing his hands up in the air, turning around to face the crowd, "I don't want to go to Heaven, I'm afraid to go to Heaven!"

You looked to the crowd, worried, as they began to argue with him, but Eddie cut them off quickly.

"I'm not afraid of a so-called Devil, or- Satan, I'm afraid of being around people like you forever!" He paused to laugh again, screaming, "It's like me- people like me, are your only entertainment in this shitty town now!"

Eddie snatched a picket fence from a nearby protester, smashing it on the gravel, and throwing the broken wooden stick on the ground with an audible, frustrated groan.

The people went nearly silent for a moment, only quietly murmuring amongst themselves as your heart beat rapidly, waiting for Eddie's monologue to end.

"Whatever is waiting for me on the other side, I'm sure it's better than being around you Bible fucking, no spined, fiction loving fucking sheep!"

He was panting heavily now, turning red from rage as the silence continued. You grabbed his arm, giving it a gentle tug.

"C'mon Eddie, let's go inside now." You urged him with a soft, quiet voice.

"Yeah," he announced loudly, still glaring at the crowd, "let's go inside."

You both began to walk up the steps to the front door, Eddie turning towards them again for a moment to throw up his infamous devil horns, before flipping them off.

You walked in first, him slamming the front door behind him.

"You okay?" You turned to him, an empathetic, yet worried look on your face.

"Yeah," he let out a breathy chuckle, "yeah, I'm okay. Are you okay?"

You nodded, giving him a half smile, "Yeah."

Eddie sat down on the couch, sinking into it with a big sigh, fumbling with his rings, chewing on his lip as he stared off into space for a moment.

Little did he know how much your nerves were on fire, from the adrenaline and excitement you felt watching him get angry, snapping at the crowd and losing it a bit.

Watching him yell at the protesters, smash that sign, the way he stood up for himself, put those awful people in their place, it had butterflies filling your stomach, it made your face feel a little too hot. It didn't help that he was in a bad mood, that he was twirling his metal rings on his fingers.

Sure, you'd had a bit of a crush on Eddie of course, especially after his bravery fighting the demo bats, but you hadn't acted on your feelings. It wasn't the right time. He was going through too much, and the two of you had been close friends for years.

Eddie must have noticed you staring off into space too- or more so, staring at his hands, because he had said your name three times before he got your attention.

You perked up, coming back to reality and grinned awkwardly at him, playing with your hair anxiously.

"Sorry, what?"

He looked at you questioningly, like he was trying to read you, one of his hands gesturing towards the seat next to him, "I said, come sit."

"Oh, yeah, of course," you walked over towards the couch, sitting down next to him, feeling unable to relax.

"Smoke?" Eddie held up two cigarettes and a lighter, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, sure, thanks." You grabbed one from his fingers, staring at them a little too long again.

You put it between your lips, patting your pockets to look for your own lighter.

"Uh-uh," Eddie scolded you, putting his own cigarette between his lips, lighting yours and then his own, taking a long drag, "pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes."

You took a drag and smiled ear to ear, scooting closer to him until your thigh was touching his, shoving his shoulder playfully, "I've heard that one a few times now, Munson."

"Don't act like you don't like hearing it, though." He chuckled, then stopped, his smile fading away as he heard the faint voices from the protesters still outside.

"Fuckers," he spat, taking another long drag, "they're never going to leave me alone. They'll never leave you or Wayne alone, either. Not til' we leave the damn country or some shit."

"Yeah, probably not." You responded quietly, pursing your lips together, staring at your cigarette.

The both of you sat in silence for a few moments, deep in thought, watching the smoke circle around in the sunlight coming in through the blinds.

"What if there was another way?" You glanced over at him, asking nervously.

"What do you mean?" Eddie gave you a perplexed look.

"What if," you sighed, putting out your cigarette, your heart beginning to beat hard against your chest, "What if there was just... another way?"

"I'm not gonna 'repent for my sins', if that's what you're saying-"

"No, no," you shook your head, "fuck that, hell no. I mean... what if we scared them? Like... enough to make them go away? Leave you alone?"

"How?" Eddie scoffed, taking another puff of his cigarette before reaching his hand towards the ashtray to put it out.

"Hold on," you grabbed his arm abruptly, stopping him, your breathing shaky.

"What're you..." He trailed off, shifting in his seat.

You grasped his hand, keeping eye contact with him, as you slowly moved it towards the back of your forearm.

Eddie screwed his eyebrows together, in disbelief, as your forced his fingers on your forearm, putting his cigarette out on your skin.

You gasped in pain and hissed, your skin seering, before Eddie yanked his arm back, throwing it into the ashtray and grabbing your arm, inspecting the burn.

"What the fuck? Why would you do that? Are you okay? Jesus Christ, why? Why did you do that-"

"Eddie," you said his name softly, like a prayer, "Eddie... if it's okay, we should scare them."

He paused for a moment, still holding your arm, before responding, "What are you proposing?"

"I'm proposing," you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes, "we could make a mess. A mess that'll scare them for life."

Eddie raised an eyebrow at you, looking intrigued, pressing the pad of his thumb into your skin.

"What kind of mess?"

"Eddie, I like you. I know it's not the best time to tell you that, but you don't have to like me back," you continued to ramble, "I know the things you like to do when you're... having fun. You've told me. And I like the same things too, sometimes."

Eddie stared at you intently, leaning closer towards you, motioning for you to continue, "Go on, I'm listening."

You sighed, "You could use me, if you want, we could make a big scene, you know, scare them off, but only if you want to, you can say no-"

He interrupted you by grabbing both sides of your face, his rings cold against your skin as he crashed his lips onto yours, leaning into you as much as he could. Your body froze for a second, in shock, but you quickly kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders and humming contently.

"Oh, sweetheart, my pretty angel," Eddie broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, his lips grazing your own as he spoke softly, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Really?" You pulled back and looked into his dark eyes.

"Really." His lips curled in a smile, then slowly faded as he asked, "Are you sure that's what you want? Because- I could really hurt you."

You nodded eagerly, "Yes, yeah, it's what I want. It's what I want with you."

"Okay," Eddie sighed, sitting upright as he looked down at you, "but if it gets to be too much, tell me. There's... a lot of weird things I'd want to do with you."

You sat on your knees, gazing up at him, almost as if you were worshipping him. His beautiful brown eyes, his long, frizzy dark hair framing his face just right, his clothes, his plump lips making you feel intoxicated.

"Eddie," you assured him softly, reaching a hand towards his hair, brushing it with your fingers, "nothing is gonna be too much. I like weird. And with these insane assholes outside," you looked towards the window, "how about we make it fun? Like you said... we're just entertainment. Let's put on a show."

He stared down at you, breathless, his heart racing, feeling absolutely feral- a mixture of his anger, excitement, and the sight of you fully giving yourself to him.

Eddie looked over to the window above you that faced the front yard, the crowd still there shouting, and he opened the blinds, staring outside with a sinister smile.

There was a moment of quiet between the two of you, the air thick with tension and anticipation, as you gazed at each other with locked eyes, before Eddie crashed his lips against yours again, much harder this time as he grabbed your hair to yank your head back, his other hand gently cradling the side of your neck.

You moaned into each other's mouths lightly, the kisses increasingly becoming faster, animalistic, carnal, not being able to get enough of each other. You both panted heavily between kisses as you smoothed your hands down his sides, then sliding them under his shirt to feel his scars and soft skin.

Eddie slid his tongue across your bottom lip languid, feeling like silk, the taste of him silencing all of your thoughts as you licked into each other's mouths feverishly, deeply, him tasting sweet like cherry coke- before he bit down on it, hard.

Normally this action would make someone gasp, yelp, cry even- but not you. You sighed contently as Eddie sucked on your bleeding lip, then sat upright again to look down on you, as if he was a God.

"Open." He commanded in a low voice.

You did as you were told, knowing what was coming next. He spat your blood back into your mouth, the taste of iron flooding your senses. You swallowed, licking your injured lip before he could tell you to do so.

"Fuck," Eddie groaned, "you are fucking unreal."

He stood up from the couch suddenly, and before you could question him, he grabbed your ass and lifted you up, setting you down harshly on the top of the couch, your back facing the window.

"I can't wait to put bruises all over this pretty skin." He rasped.

He lifted your shirt up eagerly, pulling it off of you and tossing it to the side.

"No bra, huh?" He smirked.

Before you could respond, Eddie went straight for your jawline, at first kissing it sloppily, then getting greedy, sucking and biting on your skin brutally, as he palmed your breasts, groping them and pinching your nipples, making you gasp and arch into him, his hair tickling your shoulder.

He made his descent down your neck and chest, sucking your delicate skin so harshly it began to bleed as you huffed and raked your fingers through his hair and tugged, wrapping your legs around him, silently asking him for more.

He licked down slowly between your breasts, keeping eye contact with you, then took one into his mouth, kissing and swirling around his tongue.

"Eddie, please," you whimpered, still tasting iron, "more..."

"More what, pretty girl?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Just... more," you whined, "just- I want you!"

"Fuck," he moaned lowly.

He pulled down your pants and panties off your hips and legs frantically, but swiftly, throwing them to the side with your shirt.

Eddie stood back for a moment, admiring your now nearly naked body with hungry eyes- the only garment still on you being your slouch socks, your bare ass pressed up to the window, as you gazed at his lithe figure.

"Open your legs." He gently demanded.

You did as you were told, and he breathed out a shaky exhale as he gazed at your heat.

He looked up towards your face again, your bleeding bruises, your bloodied lip with hooded, unholy eyes.

You grasped the back of the couch with both hands, leaning your head back, and let out a desperate sigh.

"Eddie-"

He kneeled on the couch quickly, spreading your thighs apart, then sliding two fingers along your soaked lips, and began to move his tongue along your clit messy and rapidly, lapping at your heat with a heavy tongue that somehow felt like velvet.

You cried out a mixture of his name and expletives as euphoria gripped your body, arching into his mouth and your muscles tightening.

"Eddie," you cried, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god-"

He slipped two fingers into you easily, curling them harshly, you feeling his rings at your entrance.

You gasped at the action, raking your hands through his hair, and you felt him smirk against your wet heat as he began to snake his other hand up your bare chest.

You needed more of him, so much more, and you grabbed his wrist, beginning to guide it towards your neck.

Eddie instantly got the hint, and wrapped his big hand around your throat, pressing his fingers into the sides of your neck.

You groaned in pleasure as blood ceased to travel to your brain, ecstacy taking over every inch of your body as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he continued to savor you relentlessly.

"Harder," you managed to choke out, "please, harder-"

He moaned against you at your request and squeezed harder, making you see stars.

Your skin was on fire as you began to lose composure, and the world crashed around you, the strongest orgasm you've ever felt hitting its peak as you tried to moan, but your voice was strained.

Eddie continued to work you through your high, then kissed your sensitive nub, making you twitch before pulling back, his mouth slightly agape and wet with your slick as the both of you panted. He licked his lips and leaned towards you, kissing you gingerly as you tasted yourself on your tongue, then he promptly bit your lip again, reopening your wound.

"You look so hot when you're bleeding," he huffed against your mouth.

You gripped his shirt with one hand, then reached towards his hard, aching length with the other, making him groan.

"Eddie," you mumbled, "please, take them off, let me-"

"Next time, baby," he assured you, "next time. The sun is gonna go down. We need to hurry."

Your stomach fluttered at his words, 'next time', as you watched him take off his jacket and shirt swiftly, then pulling down his pants and checkered boxers, letting his cock free.

You stared at his length with wide eyes. You knew he would be a little big, but he was larger than you'd imagined. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight. You then watched him lean down to pull something out of his jean pockets.

Eddie stood up, holding up his switchblade, the sharp tip of it shining as he gazed at you intently.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes," you whispered.

"Give me your hand."

You reached your arm out to him, excitement and nervousness bursting in your abdomen.

"This is gonna hurt, okay?"

You softly smiled and nodded, "Okay."

He grabbed your wrist, pressing the blade into your palm and quickly slashing a line into it, blood beginning to pool in your hand immediately. You winced at the pain, but gave him a hum of agreement.

Nodding at you, Eddie took to his own hand, slicing it the same way he did to yours, blood dripping through his fingers.

He threw the knife to the side before intertwining his fingers with yours, pressing your bleeding wounds together, then grabbed the back of your head, leaning in to kiss you passionately.

He pulled back, and took to your chest, smearing the mixture of each others blood all over your neck and breasts, his eyes seemingly turned black.

You whimpered at the sight, but were pleasantly surprised by how much it turned you on, rubbing your thighs together for some friction as your core ached.

"Turn around." Eddie instructed you, grasping your thigh, motioning for you to turn over.

With a sharp inhale and exhale, you turned around, knees on the seats of the couch, hands grabbing the back of couch, as you looked out the window, the crowd of people still outside now looking back at you in horror.

You smirked at them maliciously, wiping your face, smearing it with more blood to terrify them even more.

Eddie groaned at the action and kissed your lower back, squeezing your ass, taking his length into his hand.

"You're the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me. And I'm gonna ruin you."

"Do it, Eddie," you whispered.

He lined his tip with your entrance, then gripped your hips harshly, slamming all the way into you with ease, bottoming out.

You both gasped loudly in unison, his cock stretching you out in a way that could only be described as perfect.

"You're so tight, fuck, you're gonna kill me baby." He groaned.

Eddie began to set a slow, but harsh pace, pounding into you deeply as you pushed back against his thrusts. It felt so much like Heaven, that you nearly forgot what you needed to do.

As he continued to snap his hips into yours harshly, you squeezed your wounded hand, collecting more blood in your palm, and dripped it onto the window, smearing it between his thrusts until you were satisfied that it was covered.

He began to fuck into you faster, hitting your cervix every time, as you began your work on the window, drawing a sloppy, inverted pentagram with your fingertips through the blood, the both of you cursing and moaning each other's names.

The crowd outside was horrified at the sight of your bloodied chest, the bloodied window, and the symbol you drew, making them leave the property rapidly in terror, like a bat out of hell.

You arched your back even more, goosebumps spreading across your skin as you both moaned, Eddie still fucking into you, raking his fingernails on your back, leaving behind a pattern of scratches.

Once you'd noticed that the voices outside had disappeared, you wiped your uninjured hand on the fogged, bloody glass, peering out the window.

"Eddie, fuck," you stammered between his thrusts, "it worked- they- they left. They all left."

He let out a breathy laugh, slowing down his pace, smoothing his hands up and down your back, "Oh, angel. You're so smart. Such a good girl."

You chuckled a bit through pants, reaching your arms back towards him to touch him, to hold his hands for a moment.

Eddie suddenly pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss, confused.

"What are you-"

Before you could question him, he grabbed your waist, lifting you up off the couch and making you yelp, throwing your naked body over his shoulder and quickly heading to his bedroom.

"Eddie," you laughed nervously, "what's happening?"

"Sh," he shushed you, placing a kiss to your side, then throwing you on your back onto his bed of messy sheets and blankets, gasping as your body hit the mattress.

You gazed up at him in anticipation, as he held his infamous handcuffs in one hand.

"Do you still want me?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Yeah, of course I do-"

"Good," He interrupted you and smiled wickedly, "arms above your head."

You bit the side of your lip and grinned, doing as you were told.

He got on the bed and crawled over you, placing the handcuffs over your wrists, clicking them in place, making sure they were tight, then kissed your injured lips softly.

Eddie leaned back, spreading your legs open for him gently, his length still rock hard.

"You're cumming like this."

You shivered at his words, and he gripped your hips, yanking them up towards his cock, and pushed himself inside of you.

"Fuck, Eddie,"

"Jesus, you're still so fucking wet," he cursed.

He began to thrust into you again, at first slow, but quickly becoming desperate, pounding into you with a harsh and fast rhythm, gripping your hips tighter and tighter, surely leaving bruises.

You felt fire in your abdomen as he continued to fuck into you, him biting and kissing your knee sloppily as the new angle of his cock hit your sweet spot every time.

"Eddie, I don't think I can last long, fuck-"

"Me too, sweetheart," he groaned, putting a hand between the two of you, circling your clit with his thumb as he watched himself disappear inside of you, "cum with me."

You felt his cock grow even harder against your walls, making your eyes nearly roll in the back of your head, tears burning at the corners as you almost sobbed, crying out expletives as your orgasm took a hold of you, shockwaves gripping your body.

Eddie felt your walls clench around him, making him come undone as he emptied himself deep inside of you, biting your knee to hold back a loud moan as he followed closely after you.

Your highs came to a halt, as he gently lowered you back down, and collapsed on top of you.

You both panted heavily against each other, trying to catch your breath as he finally slid out of you. He held the sides of your face and kissed you desperately, then planted kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

"So, uh, that was..." Eddie trailed off.

"Amazing. It was amazing." You finished his sentence breathlessly.

"Yeah?" He lifted his head up and smiled at you.

"Yeah," you smiled back, "we should... do this again... soon."

"Yes, we should," he kissed your forehead, "we really should. Gotta take you on a proper date first."

He sat up from the bed, and you whined at the loss of his body heat.

"Well angel," he started, "we need to clean up all the blood and stuff, ya know, and fix our hands before Wayne gets home."

"Yeah, we do, but Eddie," you showed him your hands, "you gotta get me out of these cuffs first."

"Oh yeah, yeah, duh," he laughed, "the cuffs. Of course. Just need to... find the keys." He began to look around his room worriedly.

"God dammit, Eddie."

#eddie munson smut #smutty smut smut #stranger things fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things smut #eddie the banished #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things 4 #song requests #fic request

4K notes · View notes

fairyofthestar · 2 years

Text

check yes, juliet

word count: 1.9k

genre: guitarist!beomgyu, strangers to lovers

requested by: @hattorihaechan

A/N: can we talk about his hands on that first photo for a bit goddamn .. i've always been weak for his hands @-@

you weren't supposed to be here—squished in a crowd of people with adrenaline coursing through their veins, not a single care in the world if the sweat they're feeling came from their own body or the body of the person beside them because they were too busy enjoying the music.

you didn't complain about the crampedness of the space because you wanted to be here. you were as excited as everyone else, probably even more.

you smiled to yourself as you thought about the state of your parents at home; blissfully asleep and unaware that you had snuck off into the night and to an underground club that was already familiar to you to see your favorite band play. despite how much they sheltered you, you still found a way to defy their rules behind their back and they never caught you. you were cautious enough to make sure of it.

check yes juliet are you with me? rain is falling down on the sidewalk i won't go until you come outside

this song was your favorite from the band, tomorrow x together. the moment you stumbled upon it on spotify, your interest was piqued and you wanted to learn more about the band. immediately, your research led to you learning the names of the members, listening to their whole discography, and following them in all of their social media accounts. you were hooked and now you made sure to see them live as much as possible.

seeing the band live was an experience that you could never compare to anything else. besides the addicting music that would get your heart pumping, there was something else that made your heart race, maybe even more than listening to this rush-filled pop rock love song.

there stood choi beomgyu, lead guitarist, face so fucking pretty that it didn't make sense how someone could look that good and not be a world-famous model.

he caught your eye when you first saw a photo of the whole band and something sparked in you, though you didn't know what at the time, but now you do. the way you were drawn to him was more than just merely being a fan of his band and how he played. you wanted to get to know him in more ways than one.

you knew it was impossible though. tomorrow x together was rising in fame and they had a lot of gigs outside of the city. they were getting more and more interviews and exposure by the minute, you were sure that soon, they would go mainstream and would forget this suburb. despite your thoughts, they were constantly performing every tuesday and friday at this club and you have yet to miss a gig.

run, baby, run don't ever look back they'll tear us apart if you give them the chance

beomgyu was mesmerizing to watch as he played the guitar; his head nodding to the beat of the drums, eyebrows slightly furrowed, his shoulder-length wolfcut in a loose ponytail, and fingers smoothly gliding over the frets of his white electric guitar.

the best part of their performances was when beomgyu would get the chance to showcase his voice, whether it would be in certain parts of their songs or him doing a solo. his voice was deep and breathy and was as smooth as velvet. goosebumps would rise on your arms whenever you would hear his voice and your heart would quicken. beomgyu's got you under a spell and he didn't even know it.

after their set, you would usually hang out at the bar and drink a few shots before sneaking back in your room at four in the morning, buzzed enough to enjoy walking at dawn more than usual, but not enough for you to start stumbling at the side of the road. some guys would hit on you and you would rudely turn them down in an instant. you didn't have time for one night stands. besides, your heart was desperately trying to claim someone else. you couldn't bring yourself to look at someone else.

"did you enjoy today's set?" you heard a deep voice from behind you, interrupting your thoughts. 'great, another one,' you internally groaned. with a roll of your eyes, you let out an annoyed sigh. "that's none of your business so if you don't mind, kindly fuck off," you spat, not even bothering to turn around. you took another sip of your drink.

"i think it's kind of my business, sweetheart," he chuckled. you could hear the amusement in this man's voice and it only heightened your irritation. you were never in the mood to deal with nasty creeps and tonight was no different. one more statement out of him could end up in you stomping on his foot.

"if you don't leave me alone in the next ten seconds, i'm getting up on that damn stage and smashing one of the guitars on your head," you knew you were exaggerating, but if your buttons were pushed enough, maybe you would have the strength to do it.

the man dramatically gasped. "not my guitar, i paid good money for that!"

you furrowed your brows in confusion. "what do you mean your guitar? you—" you finally turned around and your face was drained of all color. there stood in front of you, choi fucking beomgyu. he was the man you threatened to smash a guitar on his head for bothering you… his guitar.

you felt your throat dry up, your palms sweating profusely. you stammered, trying to think of a way to take back everything you said, but you knew you couldn't save yourself after how aggressive you were. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole with how embarrassed you felt.

beomgyu let out another chuckle at your reaction, obviously not expecting any of this to happen. he swiftly took a seat beside you and all you could do was follow his movements with your eyes, hoping that he would suddenly vanish in a few seconds. but he didn't. you gulped and looked away, taking a big swig at your drink.

"woah, calm down. you don't want to go home later than you usually do," he said, taking your glass from your hand before you could finish it in one go. the sudden movement made some of the contents spill from your mouth and beomgyu immediately looked for a napkin holder on the counter. he took a few pieces of napkin and wiped your mouth gently before you could even process his actions.

you blushed as you watched him, flustered at the close proximity. you quickly snapped yourself out of it and took the napkin from his hand. "i can do it myself," you murmured, looking away as you continued wiping your mouth.

then, you realized something. you whipped your head towards him with a scowl. "how do you know what time i usually leave the club?"

beomgyu pursed his lips, looking away. "well, about that…"

you narrowed your eyes, leaning in towards him. "have you been stalking me? is that why you approached me tonight? is beomgyu, the guitarist of tomorrow x together, some crazy st—"

"i-i'm not stalking you! that's not… hey, shouldn't you at least apologize first for what you said?" he cut you off, pouting at the end of his sentence.

"apologize?" you scoffed. "i'm not apologizing until you give me a good explanation. how do you know what time i usually leave the club?" at this moment, you didn't care if this was the same man you spent watching with hearts practically shooting out of your eyes almost every week. if he didn't give you a reason that made sense, then maybe you wouldn't end the night feeling any regret over what you said. a big part of you though, hoped that what you said wasn't the case.

beomgyu sighed, slumping in his seat. he didn't expect the way things turned out tonight. he knew how much your eyes were on him, like his were on you. he had always been curious about you, but never found the right moment to approach you. he thought tonight would be it, but he was obviously wrong.

"i'm not stalking you, i swear on my life," he started cautiously, afraid that one wrong word could really end up in him losing his dignity and precious guitar tonight. "but i do want to get to know you. you're really pretty and i always try to find you after our gigs to introduce myself, but you've already left. i don't know the exact time of when you leave the club, but i know you leave early. i'm sorry that i made you uncomfortable."

you stayed silent, taking in everything beomgyu said, regret pooling in your stomach. beomgyu? the guitarist that you found attractive? wanted to get to know you? and found you… pretty? it all sounded like something out of a fictional novel. you didn't think stuff like this happened in real life.

a blush slowly crept in your face, one sentence repeating in your mind. he found you pretty.

but then again, he might not think so anymore after everything you said. you slightly bowed your head, closing your eyes tight in embarrassment. it didn't help that you felt a bit dizzy after that last shot you did.

you turned towards the counter and started tracing random shapes on it, so as to not look at beomgyu. "the way you approached me was still a bit creepy…" you said lowly, but loud enough for him to hear.

"i really am sorry. my approach definitely could have been better," you could hear the sincerity in his voice and that was enough for you to support your next few decisions.

you looked up at him and were met with eyes that matched the emotion in his voice. he didn't look like the charismatic guitarist you would always see on stage, but you didn't complain. he looked cute and approachable like this, sitting beside you with a slight pout on his lips, and sparkling and expressive eyes. "maybe you can make it up to me by buying me one more drink?" you said, biting your lip to hide a smile.

a smirk started forming in his lips. "i don't know… how are you going to get home then?"

"drive me home? i need to be there before the sun is up,"

beomgyu smiled, a genuine one. one that showed crinkles that resemble a cat's whiskers under his eyes, his grin blinding you with how charming it is. you felt your stomach flutter. you wanted to see that smile more often. he nodded. "i'll make sure to get you home safely."

you returned the smile, no longer trying to hide it. you put a hand out for him to shake. "i'm y/n and i also find you really pretty,"

beomgyu's ears heated up at this but still, he managed to show you his famous smirk that made him ten times more attractive while playing the guitar (and he was well aware of it). he took your hand and instead of shaking it, he placed a kiss on the back of your knuckles. "i hope we get along well, y/n."

don't sell your heart don't say we're not meant to be run, baby, run forever we'll be you and me

☆ taglist: @nyangjjunie @ifwtyun @peachy-yabbay @soobpricity @mystiicturtle @ttaekkb0kk1 @allisocks @ameliesaysshoo @thisisnotjacinta @feline4txt

☆ if you want to be in my taglist, please tell me in my asks !!

☆ requests are open !!

#Spotify #song requests #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader

488 notes · View notes

will-o-the-witch · 7 months

Text

This is very random, but I could use some help with a one-shot I'm running with my D&D group.

Give me your best electro-swing songs without lyrics that could play during combat. The story is set in 1928 and I want to play real 1920's music and switch to electro swing when they get into a fight. :)

#electro swing #song requests #song suggestions #playlists #ttrpg #ttrpg community

43 notes · View notes

ghostwanderer · 26 days

Text

Announcement

As requested by some who messaged me, I had opened up my ask box to make it easier to send me request

Also I am taking Art request right now. As stated before, Drawing usually takes a long time, and I can often be busy with life and my own personal projects, so be patient with me and be understandable when I decide that I’m too tired or burned out to draw and decide to cancel your request. Only make you request if you feel like it and think it’s worth the time.

These art requests tho are really impactful to me as they help me hone in my skill, experiment, and challenge me to draw things I never usually draw, and so they make me proud. I thank everyone I have drawn for, for making me the artist I am today. :)

(Also, i can also draw art inspired by, or based on songs, musicians, or bands. So feel free to recommend a song for me to listen to and draw.)

12 notes · View notes

los-gatitos-luciran-muy-lindos · 7 months

Text

ೃ⁀➷ * Character Song Association * * Character : Astarion * /♡˳ Baldur's Gate 3 ♡˳/

⋅ʚSunlightɞ⋅

♡A03 tags it may fit♡ɞ⋅ ♡Soft Astarion ♡Astarion's Good Ending ♡Hurt/Comfort

26 notes · View notes

captainjazztransswag · 2 months

Text

HEYYYYYYY ;)

not quiiite sure how this works yet but i heard that @millenniumchibo is on here? what's good ;)

HUGE FAN OF MALICE !! LOOKIN' TO GET HER AUTOGRAPH SOME DAY !! HONORARY GRANDBERRY PIRATE N' CAPTAIN OF MY OWN CREW !

i use he/they mostly but chip can call me whatever he wants ;)

#jazz sings: text posts

#song requests: answering asks

#eating drywall: ooc tag

ooc i use he/she/it !!! have grace with me because idk how this hting works yet

#jazz sings #song requests #rp blog #jrwi riptide #jasmine drake #eating drywall

10 notes · View notes

moonshade45 · 8 months

Text

youtube

A new animatic has been made! I finished this last minute before im heading to bed so enjoy!

Also im still open to other song requests that could work for this au. Along with Animation Memes! That may fit and you would all like to see! Comment them here or on my channel if you'd like!

#weird au #miko nakadai #transformers #transformers prime #transformers au #archive of our own #fanfic #miko centric #miko #miko is an ocean entity #animation requests #animatic #animation #song requests #Youtube

20 notes · View notes

writers-ex · 1 year

Note

"Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight, 34 35"

(34+35 - Ariana Grande)

+ Yeji 🥵🙏

window sex with yeji overlooking the city as the sunsets, your hot breaths fogging the glass, moans filling the room, skin slapping against each other as she praises her beautiful princess for taking her strap, promises of filling you up with kids to run around the apartment makes your knees weak as she points out a chopper flying by and pedestrians crossing the street, the thought of getting caught is more enticing than coffee that yeji's energy seems to increase with each orgasm spilling out of you that you both end up staying up all night fucking in every surface imaginable until the sun shines a literal light of the mess you both made XD

#anon.txt #yeji hard hours #yeji hard thoughts #yeji smut #itzy yeji smut #yeji headcanons #song requests

60 notes · View notes

carronpatrick · 11 months

Text

Alright any followers (or anyone reading, lol) - I need opinions/advice! If you like music, listen to covers, watch videos on social media, or are a content creator - please take a minute and help.

This is probably not gonna have much interaction, but I'm a singer (well, musician, really. I write original songs, produce them, play a miniscule amount of guitar and piano, and sing.) and I've been away from uploading covers online for... Well, for quite a while, probably close to a decade atp. Trauma caused me to essentially lose my drive to sing at all and destroyed any self-esteem/confidence I had. And while I think overall I am healed from it all, I'll carry some scars forever, I believe.

So! A few questions!

If I started posting short covers (like a verse and chorus or something) on my TikTok, would anyone be willing to watch/listen? If so, should I also share them here or just share my profile URL?

When watching song covers online are y'all more likely to stay if you see a person or would a pretty video background of like nature or something be fine? (I'm nervous as hell to start posting again and absolutely hate my appearance, but I don't wanna immediately turn people away by not showing like my hand or whatever. However, I'm not adept enough at guitar or piano to play while singing for now, so I can't really show those either.)

Are y'all willing to listen if it's a capella or only with a background track? I typically sing a capella so I'm not using someone else's work and it's easier to sing anywhere without a track.

Does anyone have any songs they'd like to hear? I have old videos on my IG if anyone wants to hear if I'm horrid or decent or not, lmfao, but I cleared my TT to start fresh. I'm definitely more comfortable with slower songs, but I love all genres and I'm totally open to songs in other languages, as long as I can learn them and not butcher them. 😅

Ultimately, does anyone have any advice for me - as a content creator or musician or just a self-conscious woman with a love for her hobby?

I have sung since about age 3 (started in a church children's choir, lol), professionally (I mean, I was paid, but does that make me professional? Not really imo) since I was 10, and I used to post covers and original songs back in like, mid to late 2000s on YT/Vine/IG and received a pretty wonderful response, but again, trauma has torn all that confidence to shreds.

I appreciate any and all replies/advice/info y'all are willing to share and thank you for your time, even if all you did is read this rambly mess, lmao. 🤍

#2023 #self #Dax #Tt #Singing #Covers #Advice needed #Song requests #Musician #my darling moots #Singer #Content creator

33 notes · View notes

coockie8 · 2 months

Text

my TakaJin playlist is comin' along reasonably enough, but I could definitely use some help haha

Now of all the ship song request posts I've made this is the one I probably least expect to get a response for given the relative rarity of the ship, but if even one person could give me some songs that make them think of Takaya and Jin, I would be over the moon ecstatic!

I'll probably post the link to the playlist at an earlier threshold than the others, maybe around 15 or so. And of course, all the playlists are endless works in progress as I find more and more new songs I think fit that I like

#Persona 3 #TakaJin #Takaya Sakaki #Jin Shirato #song requests #ship playlist #I have four songs already and a few more in mind #but even just one or two suggestions would be really helpful

8 notes · View notes

dj-shortandstacked · 2 days

Text

Another song from a great metal band requested by @ohcheckmeowt2.

#song requests #dj shortandstacked #music themes #heavy metal #metal monday #black sabbath #Spotify

15 notes · View notes

that-pathetic-skymusician · 9 months

Note

Hii! Could you maybe do colors by stella jang? I like it for the sky meme vids ^^

ta-da! hope you like it :)

is it playable? absolutely! the melody and basic harmony are the notes in white, which is absolutely learnable and would sound incredible in sky imo

the whole thing is playable tho, and with a bit of video editing you could get all the parts together :)

#if anyone wants to learn these go ham #funny enough im a bit of a disaster when it comes to actually playing songs in sky #so i will be literally so happy if anyone learns one of my arrangements like i will actually go insane in a good way #sky: children of the light #sky cotl music #my pathetic sky music #song requests

17 notes · View notes

fairyofthestar · 2 years

Text

(only) about love

word count: 1.4k

genre: secret relationship, friends to lovers, fluff, jealous!hyuka

requested by: anon

A/N: i didn't add the lyrics and base the storyline on them for this au but i feel like this song is perfect to listen to during roadtrips so i wrote this with that in mind :D

"how the hell are we all gonna fit in this car, yeonjun?" soobin sighed, his voice dripping in disbelief.

planning a trip with your friends was never perfect. anything could go wrong in the way you least expected. for this trip, it was your transportation. yeonjun said that he would be in charge of renting out a car you would use to go to the camping site. it turns out, yeonjun underestimated the size of the car. despite the rental shop saying otherwise, it was clear that six people wouldn't be able to fit inside of it.

yeonjun pouted, looking down at his shoes. "don't blame me, blame the guy i talked with." soobin let out another sigh, accompanied by him rubbing his temples. "well, we can't take it back now. what do we do?"

"let's just leave yeonjun behind," you snickered, yelping when you received a smack on the shoulder by the target of your teasing as a response.

"you can't leave me behind, stupid. i'm the designated driver," he stuck his tongue out and you did the same towards him. kai chuckled as he watched you two, used to the type of dynamic you two had.

"hey, don't call her stupid. she's not the one who rented the wrong car," he piped in, defending you. you looked at him and he swiftly winked at you, making you blush slightly and look away from him. you just hoped that no one saw that little exchange you had.

yeonjun rolled his eyes. "you guys will never let this go, will you?" different variations of "no" were voiced out by the entire group, making him roll his eyes again, this time with a playfulness to it.

taehyun suddenly took a step closer towards the car, inspecting the interior. with a hum, he nodded to himself as he tried imagining how everyone would fit in, like pieces in a difficult puzzle. eventually, he came to a conclusion.

"someone needs to sit on someone else's lap," he suddenly announced, making everyone look at him with a startle.

"i'm sorry, what?" beomgyu asked incredulously.

taehyun turned towards the group and nodded, sure of himself. "it's the only way i could think of where everyone can fit inside of it."

"well, who is light enough to sit on someone else's lap for one and a half hours?" beomgyu scratched his head. you on the other hand, quickly shut your eyes tight, knowing that the person sitting on someone's lap would be you. when you opened your eyes, you could see taehyun looking at you expectantly with a small smile.

"really, hyunie?" you pouted. his small smile turned into a grin. "it's the only logical solution i could think of," he said with a light shrug.

you groaned, knowing that he was right as per usual. with a nod, you asked the group, "fine, who's willing to let me sit on his lap?"

beomgyu slowly raised his hand. "i'm dow-"

"i'll do it," kai quickly cut beomgyu off, his sudden loud and deep voice startling yeonjun. your eyes slightly widened. what the hell was he doing? you looked at him and the expression on his face made you gulp. you've never seen him look like this—jaw clenched, eyes with a piercing gaze. it was like his whole aura changed within seconds and it made you curious why. it also made you a bit weak in the knees because goddamn, he looked very attractive like that.

"damn, kamal. what got you so mad?" beomgyu asked, both curious and amused at how he reacted. this seemed to make kai's serious gaze falter a bit, like he was suddenly more aware of himself and the sudden shift made beomgyu raise an eyebrow at him.

"i'm not mad! i'm just… well m-my build is bigger, so i wouldn't have a hard time carrying her weight for a long time so i… yeah…" kai stammered. this made everyone look at him curiously, you especially. you needed to know why your boyfriend was suddenly acting like this and you were going to figure it out no matter what.

"okay… that settles things then," yeonjun said with a clap. his pout was now replaced with a grin. "everyone get in the car, we're going camping."

twenty minutes on the road and you felt restless. you could feel kai's warmth radiating from behind you and were craving to feel it. you settled on not leaning on his chest so as to not cause any suspicion, but now it seemed like a terrible idea. you were itching to press your back on his broad chest, nuzzle your face into his neck, and have his arms wrapped around you, but the others would easily see it. plus, you still didn't know why kai behaved the way he did.

a lightbulb appeared in your head and you bit your lip, taking out your phone from your pocket. you opened up the notes app and started typing.

what was up with you earlier?

you tapped the side of kai's thigh to get his attention and he hummed, eyes landing on your screen. he took in a breath as he read what you typed out, contemplating whether he would tell you the truth or not. reaching a decision, he raised both hands to grab your phone and type out a response.

i just don't want my girl sitting on anyone else's lap

that was a response that you did not expect to see. you could feel your face heating up as you read what he said, your heart rate picking up. you couldn't take your eyes off of the screen, reading it over and over again. you could feel the butterflies going wild in your stomach.

with a gulp, you took your phone from his hands. instead of returning his arms back to his sides, he wrapped them around your waist, feeling his possessiveness creep back in. you whipped your head towards him with wide eyes and he only gave you a smirk. you were sure that he enjoyed seeing you blush from such a close proximity.

glancing down at your phone, you started typing.

so you were jealous? but that was just beomgyu

yeah but still. i'm here so why should you sit on someone else's lap why, do you think beomgyu's lap seems comfier than mine? :(

kai's last reply made you giggle softly, him smiling at the sound.

your lap is probably the second comfiest place on earth

second only? :(

yes because your chest is the comfiest place on earth i want to lean on it right now :(

instead of typing out a reply, you felt kai tighten his grip on your waist as he pulled you closer towards him until your back hit his chest. you bit your lip at the action, face reddening even more.

you're crazy

kai chuckled as he read your screen. you quickly looked at what everyone else in the car was doing, your heart racing both in excitement and nervousness. taehyun was knocked out beside you, beomgyu was looking outside of the window with earphones on, you could only assume that soobin was asleep or probably on his phone in the front seat, and yeonjun was singing along to the song that was playing from the aux as he drove.

'i guess it wouldn't hurt to just give in for a moment…" you thought to yourself.

as soon as you fully leaned on kai, scooting lower so your head could lay on his shoulder, you felt at ease. kai couldn't hide the grin that was threatening to spread on his face as he held you tighter.

"missed you," he mumbled in your ear and you smiled, nuzzling your nose into his neck, taking in his comforting and intoxicating scent. being in kai's arms and being enveloped by his warmth made you feel at home and you could feel yourself get sleepier by the minute. the more you melted into his touch, the more it seemed like you were the only two people in the car.

you fell asleep in his arms and kai fell asleep holding you tight and if there was anyone else who saw your current position, they didn't say anything about it for the rest of the day. all they could do was confirm their suspicion and wait for the moment that the two of you were comfortable enough to reveal your relationship to the rest of the group.

☆ taglist: @nyangjjunie @ifwtyun @peachy-yabbay @soobpricity @mystiicturtle @ttaekkb0kk1 @allisocks

☆ if you want to be in my taglist, please tell me in my asks !!

☆ requests are open !!

#Spotify #song requests #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #huening kai scenarios #huening kai imagines #huening kai x reader #huening kai fluff

569 notes · View notes