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[ellecdc]

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

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5

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!

[bleedingoptimism]

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!”

[yutahoes]

Dom

I'll start by apologizing because this had been requested for so long and it had been in my drafts since last year. You could definitely see the shift in the writing styles in here and I can say that I wrote better last year.

Anyways, a little indulgent smut (?) fic to celebrate the release of Depth. Have you heard of all the songs in the album? What was your favorite so far? And the MV! What are your thoughts? I can't believe we're in the YUTA SOLO ERA! We only wished for this a long time ago but here we are now. So proud to be in this moment with you, fellow Yutamis.

characters: rockstar! boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x girlfriend! Reader genre: smut, fluff if you squint word count: 2.5k words summary: How to dom your dom (and failing at it) warnings: BADLY WRITTEN SMUT, rockstar Yuta, topless Yuta, curse words, exhibitionism, fingering, horny reader, edging, dominatrix, submissive reader, dominant Yuta, leather, handcuffs, pussy eating, squirting, penetrative sex, riding, arm obsession (can you blame me?), LAME ENDING (Will I be making another part of this? I don't have the strength but I wanted to.)

“Yuta! Yuta! Yuta!” 

“Encore! Encore! Encore!” 

The crowd kept on shouting, begging the rockstar to grace the stage with his presence for another song. 

"Yuta! Yuta! Yuta!" 

It was a jam-packed concert. Hours of singing his original songs in front of audiences who love him and Yuta Nakamoto's rocker charisma. 

"Yuta! Yuta! Yuta!" 

"Yuta," you moaned against his ear, breathless and low. One of his hands held the wall, trapping you between the solid concrete and his lean topless body. The other cupped between your legs, fingers exploring the wettest part of your body. 

"Encore! Encore! Encore!" 

"More," you begged. You grind your hips on his fingers as you feel him smirk against the crook of your neck. "Please," You were so desperate, eager for the much-needed release that has been coiling in your stomach for a while now. "I'm close." You didn't care if the staff behind the stage were giving you side glances. You didn't care if they eyed you as a dirty woman for getting worked up backstage from your rockstar boyfriend's fingers. You just wanted that release—that orgasm. 

The crowd cheered just as a static of the microphone could be heard. Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt the coldness between your bodies. Yuta, in his sexy state with sweat beads forming on his forehead and his immaculate skin, smirked as he walked away from you. You gave him a pleading gaze as he chuckled, "Yuta.” He shrugged then stepped forward once then kissed your lips quickly.

Your much-needed orgasm. 

A step back then another step forward before he cupped your face with his hands, "Just three songs left, baby." You pouted when he ran to the stairs heading to the stage, the song turning louder along with everyone's cheers. But you cannot wait that long. 

With a huff and frustration, you went back to his dressing room. You were so annoyed at the orgasm that it transcended to your boyfriend. You can hear the fans shouting and squealing his name. That should be you, screaming his name in pleasure. Your boyfriend's voice resonated throughout the area. And you can see, from the small monitor in the room, how he commanded the stage while showing his naked torso. 

Seeing him on stage is such a turn-on. He looks so good with sweat running down the valley of his well-toned pecs. His abdomen shimmered as stage lights were focused on him. You noticed how his upper body was thicker and more pronounced in contrast to his small waist. His arms looked so delectable. How hot. Yuta's handsome face adds to the rockstar effect as he playfully sticks his tongue out or winks at the camera as if he knew you were watching. 

Fuck, you want him so bad. 

No, you fucking need him right now. 

The desperation for release led you to those explicit videos on your phone, your personal collection of your sexy time with your horny rockstar boyfriend. But still, nothing. It didn't even ease the feeling you have right now. You needed him physically. Desperately. 

You scrolled on Tiktok instead, hoping to get some feedback on your boyfriend's performance. But as you scroll up, a certain video has caught your attention. A caption can be seen with an image of a pretty girl wearing leather lingerie with some rope tied around her fists, how to dom your dom. 

You are straight. You were so sure about that. But the way the girl presented herself was super erotic. The dominatrix vibe is such a turn-on. Is this a sign that you are such a submissive? 

A smirk escaped your lips. Maybe you'll try something new today. Maybe you can give Yuta a taste of his own medicine. 

A decision has been made.

Today, you'll dom your dom. 

Your boyfriend said that he'd be done after three songs but you didn't wait for him and just went your way. You even stopped by the local sex shop you and him frequented, giddy that it was still open. The salesperson, who knew you and Yuta, was even astounded at your purchase. He even wished you good luck and hoped that you'll recover. 

A chuckle escaped your lips. It's not you who needed those words. 

You took a quick shower when you reached home, thankful that you raced Yuta on arriving. You changed to the black leather lingerie that you brought from the store, complaining that it was too tight and uncomfortable while setting the handcuffs on the headboard of the bed. Instead of a rope, you wrapped his leather belt around your fist. 

Leather is just so uncomfortable, you wanted to give up already. 

The apartment doors opened followed by footsteps then your boyfriend's voice asking if you're home. You hurriedly closed the lights to enable the mood lighting Yuta had installed just for these spicy moments. You turned on the stereo to your sex playlist then winced in pain when your toe bumped against the foot of the bed. Before the door opened, you managed to lay in bed in a provocative position that emphasized your breasts. 

Yuta’s eyes were gliding on your whole outfit before raising an eyebrow at you, “What is this?” A smirk played against his lips as he put down the duffel bag and quickly removed his tank top while moving to where you are. “I thought you were mad.” 

That piqued your interest, mad about what? He was already on the foot of the bed, hand reaching out to you when you snapped on your senses. You were supposed to be in charge tonight, not the other way around. Hastily, you kneeled on the bed to stop him from touching you. A playful smile can be seen on his lips when your hands are placed on his shoulder. “Yeah, I am mad.” You claimed with a smirk, fingers trailing south of his naked torso. “And you deserve to be punished.” 

He raised an eyebrow before you changed your position by lightly pushing him to bed and you were kneeling on top of him. “Hands up,” You blew a heavy sigh, he’s still so far from the handcuffs. “Could you please move a little bit upward?” A small smile can be seen on his lips before obeying you. 

Your knees were on both his sides as you clicked the handcuffs you bought on both his wrists. A smile appeared on your lips, he looks so good in this position. “Is this my punishment, baby?” His eyes were dark as he stared at you. Now that he mentioned it, you don’t know what to do to him next. The only idea you had in mind was to wear that leather outfit and bind him to bed with handcuffs. How would you exactly dom him? What should you do right now? 

Sensing your hesitation, Yuta chuckled. “Ride my face.” Your eyes widened at the suggestion. He would always eat you out but you never did it with you on top. Isn’t it dangerous? What if you literally sit on his face? What if you accidentally kill him? He might have sensed your hesitation that he muttered in his frustrated tone, “Hurry up, love.” 

You bit your bottom lip at that. You were horny, evident was this set-up that you made. And to be honest, you wanted to do it. Sit on Yuta’s face. He looked so delectable lying there with his hands tied to the bed. But this is deep waters that you’re scared to approach. 

Why did you plan to do this in the first place? 

This isn’t you. You would rather be whimpering under Yuta. But you’re already here and he’s accepting your actions. It’s too late to back out now.

“Y/N, ride my face.” He claimed once again, making you squint your eyes at him. Why is he still commanding you as if he wasn’t the one tied on the bed right now? Why does he still seem so dominant when you were the one who should be dominating him? 

You pursed your lips, raising an eyebrow at him. You could tease him a bit. He’s tied in bed, he surely can’t do anything too much. “Beg for it.”  

A smirk appeared on Yuta’s lips as you started mounting the bed and then sitting on his thigh. “Stop teasing me.”

“I said beg, Yuta.”

“Ride my face or else.” 

He’s tied in bed. He cannot do anything. How adorable. “Or else what?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

In one swift move, you were lying on your back on your king-sized bed while Yuta hovered above you. His hand held your waist in place that made you wide-eyed. “You shouldn’t have bought low-class handcuffs, love.” You raised your head to see the chains of the handcuffs broken on the headboard of the bed. “And you shouldn’t have pulled this stunt, Y/N.” His eyes were predatory, scary. “Now, be a good girl and scream only for me. Understood?” 

Yuta unhooked your leather underwear, relief washed over you that the uncomfortable feeling was now gone. But you gripped on the sheets as he replaced the material with the warmth of his mouth. He was devouring you as if you were the first meal he had for days. He ravaged your pussy, licking your clit and then sucking on it before entering your folds. Your back arched in intense pleasure but he kept on holding you, as if not wanting you to squirm. “Yuta, I’m close.” You jerked your hip up. 

You could feel him smirking and then it was gone. Your eyes widened in surprise as if you were showered with cold water. “What the hell?” You watched him remove the broken handcuffs from his wrists while kneeling on the bed, eyes on you. That image alone could send you to your orgasm. But Yuta just had to be extra sexy by biting his bottom lip and pushing his hair away from his face. Your fingers rubbed your clit, crossing your legs together, as you moaned for his name while releasing liquid on the bed sheets. 

A chuckle can be heard then a sound of metal hitting the floor. “You just have to be a horny slut and orgasm without my go signal, don’t you?” You felt the bed dipped with his weight before his thumb pushed your clit. “Can’t wait for me to fuck you properly.” 

“Yuta, I need you. Please.” 

The side of his lips curved up. “On your back, love.” You gave him a confused look before he nodded, “That was a command.” You rolled on your side, stomach lying on the bed but Yuta was already placing a pillow by your abdomen. He unhooked your leather brassiere that made you breathe heavily. A chuckle can be heard followed by his wet lips trailing along your spine. “You are so hot like this,” He whispered. “Begging. Whimpering under me.”  

Yuta slithered his arm around your hip, pulling you closer before entering you from behind. The way he did it is so flawless that you didn’t even have time to moan. You ended up grasping the sheets while screaming on the pillow. You’ve done this before and you knew that this was one of Yuta’s favorite positions but the way he’s thrusting into you from a whole new angle made you a whimpering mess under him. 

Your boyfriend must be working out secretly. You’re almost always together but you have never seen him hit the gym or anything. The heaviest you knew he would carry was you or his electric guitar. So how did he manhandle you into this new position? You felt your body pulled up from the mattress, him sitting on the bed. A moan kept on leaving your lips while bouncing on Yuta’s cock. His hands grabbed both your breasts, kissing your shoulders as he jerked his hips up to meet your thrusts halfway. His heavy breathing can be heard against your ear, turning you on. 

If possible, he pulled you closer by the waist as he released with you. Whispers of your name as if he was chanting prayers tickled your neck. “God, Y/N,” he called then kissed your lips. “As expected, all I need is you. No one else.” You giggled. How crazy are those words? When you were well aware that he’s Yuta Nakamoto and millions of other girls would fight a war for him. “I’ll prepare the tub so we can clean up, hmm?” 

It was still amazing how he could carry your body as if some doll and laid you to bed. Watching him enter the bathroom, in his all-naked glory, you marveled at how thick his arms had been. Surely, he would be working out. He sat on the edge of the bed when he returned to the room and you reached out for his arms, “You’re getting obsessed with my arms.” 

“When did you start working out?” 

“I’m not.” You raised an eyebrow at that. “Fucking you is my workout.” You rolled your eyes at that. Is he being sarcastic right now? “The things I want to do when you roll your eyes like that.” You repeated the same action, sighing while rolling your eyes, to taunt him. Yuta giggled before hovering his body above you, raising both your arms and holding them in place to kiss you roughly. “The things I badly want to do to you while you wear that leather lingerie.” 

You lightly glanced at the dark leather scattered on the foot of the bed. “It’s uncomfortable.”      

“If you want to wear something like that so bad, I can just buy you one.”  

“But you don’t like it.” It was Yuta’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “I tried to dom you because those girls look so hot online but you’re not very cooperative.” 

A hearty laugh escaped his lips and you whined while hitting his chest. “Seeing you sprawled on the bed like that when I came home was hot and all, I even wanted to do your fantasy but you hesitated. You look so scared I thought you’d cry.” He even noticed that? “You’ll need a lot of practice though.” 

The side of your lips curled up at that suggestion. “Then, will you let me practice on you?” 

“Damn right. Do you have another person in mind?” You grinned, shaking your head. “I’ll even give you one-on-one lessons, love.” He kissed the valley between your breasts. “And if you were a good student,” He kissed your neck, trailing north to your ear before he whispered. “I’ll let you fuck me with a strap-on.” Your eyes sparkled at the idea. “You’re so transparent.” 

A laugh escaped your lips, muttering an apology. How could your boyfriend stir something hidden inside you? Maybe you’re not as submissive as you thought. 

“Ride me in the tub?”  

You nodded, reaching both arms for him. “Carry me.” 

Yuta squinted his eyes at you, shaking his head while laughing. “Such a baby.” He carried you bridal style as you grazed your forefinger on the protruding muscles of his arms. “If I knew you would get this obsessed with my arms, I would have hit the gym earlier.” 

Your eyes widened at that, lightly hitting him in betrayal. “You are working out!” 

[saey707]

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."

[girllovestorock925866]

First date

Warnings age gap current day Nikki sixx reader 32.

you was getting all doll up for your date tonight everything had to be perfect from outfit to your hair it wasn't like any other date you had before this was special it was a date with the hottest rockstar ever Nikki sixx it was like a dream come true when your friends had set you up with Nikki who was newly single this was the first time you 2 have been on a date together of course there have been phone calls texting and FaceTime but. This first meeting in person

Nikki has been on the road and had a few days off before heading back out so this was the chance to meet each other

As you finish getting ready and walk down stairs a black Porsche pulls up Nikki getting out dressed in black denim jeans and a tuxedo jacket and his hair looked great as usual he looked so handsome he rings the door bell you open the door

Wow you look even more beautiful in person

He says with that sexy smile that I just can't resist

You don't look bad yourself rockstar

Nikki takes hold of my hand and walks me to his car and like a true gentleman he opens my door then he gets in as he drives he puts on some good music of course his favorite Aerosmith then reaches over to hold my hand

How does Italian food sound ?

That sounds great I love Italian food and men

Nikki looks at me licking his lips after I made that comment

Arriving at the restaurant Nikki being the gentleman he is opens my door and we walk in holding hands

Hello reservation for sixx Nikki tells the hostess who shows us to our table

We order a nice Italian cuisine and enjoy each others company after dinner Nikki takes us for a drive down the Pacific Coast highway with the Porsche top down feeling the night breeze in our hair with Dream on playing in the background as we find a parking area for the beach we walk along the beach just talking and looking in to each other eyes Nikki picks me up bridal style running to water with me he then puts me back on my feet in the shallow water giving me a sweet kiss on the lips after a bit of ocean fun we head back to Nikki's car as he's about to open the car door he pushes me up against the car and starts to make out with me

I haven't had this much fun on a date since before I got married to my ex

I had fun to Nikki thank. You for a great night

How about we do this again tomorrow but instead of LA we go to my home in Wyoming I'll show you around there

That sounds awesome

Great I'll pick you up at 9am and we'll head to airport

[mavrintarou]

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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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

This succubus au is SO freaking good and has so much potential! Ok, ok just hear me out what if eventually Adam starts to become pretty popular as a succubus/rockstar down in Hell that he wants to recruit him? Join him and his succubae to go up to Earth and spread his work of lust, since Adam is so good at it.

Now I know what you are thinking, "But Tales he's a sinner he can't go onto Earth" he's not a regular sinner he is a fallen angel and not only that but a now full-blooded succubus, so I think he can not only go to Earth but also travel rings. Plus, I imagine Ozzie pays his demons handsomely for a well-done job.

And just imagined if Adam teamed up with Verosika, first, like I've stated before they would be good friends since both know what it's like to not only give your full trust to someone, who is also your first love but to also have that someone shred and crush that love and trust into thousands of pieces, but also have that someone tell horrible things to their friends about you so that they think you are the worst person ever. (Seriously fuck Lucifer, Lilith, and Blitzo for that) They've also both lashed out at people who are on that person's side, Adam a bit more harshly at Charlie but still, I think they would know. She would eventually find out he was not only an angel but also the head exterminator, but I don't think she would have too much beef since the exorcists did, or up until the end, stay away from Hellborn, and seeing as how some sinners treat Hellborn she didn't really give a shit one way or another. I mean I think she'd like Angel Dust, I bet ten big ones he'd be a major fan, plus Angel also knows what it's like to give someone your heart only for that person to rip and abuse it.

In any event, the two would be the hottest stars on the music scene. Their genre's mixed together, pop rock with a sexy undertone, uh yes, and please!

Now the next thing you might be wondering would be, "But what about Lucifer and Lilith surely he would've taken their side and believed that stupid bitch, because he trusted Lucifer" Well, my dear friend I think we both believe he would sniff out Lilith's bullshit within the first MEETING with her. Ozzie just seems like the type to know when someone is genuine for their feelings, or just faking it. Since you know king of lust and all that. I think also that since he saw how much in love Lucifer was for her, he didn't say anything plus anytime said one tiny bit of criticism about Lilith he'd go into an overprotective mode.

Anyway, that's just my take sorry it's a bit of an idea rant it's just this AU has me snorting it ALL up like coke!

WOW!!

That is a great idea for the au.

And you are right when there is so much potential for this it can go in so many directions. Adam and Verosika teaming would be amazing!

Yeah being a fallen angel and a Incubus would make him an exception to the rule.

[marvelobsessed134]

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.”

[jqmalikhsgib]

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.

[lemoncrushh]

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

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

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]

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

[toastedkiwi]

Ohmygod! How did all the readers react to Chris being sexiest man alive?!

Shy was like “I’ve been telling you this whole time and I knew it. And it took them long enough to realize.” She did make him a cake. A sweater she made him actually made it into the photo shoot and into the magazine. Chris made sure she got credited for making that sweater.

Snowboarder cringed because that’s her dad. He’s a fucking meatball. He isn’t sexy to her. He’s a handsome dude on some occasions but nothing more. She had a buddy film her reaction which is her screaming and launching herself off a cliff. Don’t worry, there’s snow below and she’s already broken her arm.

Traumatized Daughter just had a long sigh. This wasn’t something she was expecting to happen.

Star Wars Actress was throwing him a party and was claiming “THATS MY MAN!” while Presley is like “THATS MY DADDY!”

Roomie sent him flowers with a crown and a little note that says congrats.

Model bought a bunch of magazines. Made some calls to have some of the photos blown up and framed. She’s in the process of making sure that every single one of the properties they have will have said photos. She’s also planning a big celebration on that Friday. She is gonna spoil her golden retriever.

Popstar Evans laughed because excuse me, what? That’s her brother. He’s a handsome man but sexy? That’s fucking disgusting. She does send him flowers. Henry sent him a bigger bouquet and put on the card “you fucking did it, you son of a bitch. I’m so proud of you. xoxo - your one true love.”

Haley Dunphy rolled her eyes.

BFF Kard was like “I FUCKING TOLD YOU AND YOU DIDNT FUCKING BELIEVE ME!” Plus she knew a long time ago. She knew the second he got the call. She was at the shoot. She posed him a couple times. She fluffed his hair. She gave him pep talks. She made him laugh. She composed an outfit.

Love of his life was like “and you come home to me? People’s Sexiest Man Alive?” She couldn’t believe it.

Pageant Star put a crown on his head and said, “there’s my sexiest man alive.” She had a big smile on her face.

Mama didn’t realize until a week later. She had been busy with kids and she’s been working her ass off too. She hadn’t been on social media. Also, Chris never mentioned it to her when they talk nor anybody else. She’s on the Kelly Clarkson Show to promote her latest project when Kelly tells her “congratulations on your husband being crowned the sexiest man alive last week.” Mama said “what do you mean?!” Then the magazine cover is on the screen. She literally said “what the fuck?! He didn’t tell me shit!” She walked off set and got her phone from her manager. She proceeded to call Chris. She was sent to voicemail. Kelly is laughing hysterically. Mama said “you knocked me up. —-First, you wormed your way into my life with Jackie. You then knocked me up. Trapped me! You dragged my ass to Boston to raise your mini-me’s together. You married me. And you mean to never tell me that you’re the Sexiest Man Alive? I had to find out from Kelly on the show. -I’m just done with you. Love ya but good day to you, you meatball.” Mama is just so exhausted.

Rockstar Neighbor sent him a fruit basket and leopard thong.

High School Teacher is dreading going in the next day for school.

Russian said to him “don’t be getting an eggo on me. You still a meatball. My meatball.”

Italian kissed both his cheeks and then lips. “I’m proud you got this title. You deserve it, Bambino,” she said.

Sailor knows she’s going to get shit when she comes back from leave. She can handle the America’s Ass because that’s hilarious. But Sexiest Man Alive? Try the Dumbest— the Lamest— the Boringest- the Annoyingest Man Alive. That’s her big brother, he’s not anywhere near sexy. But she did go out to dinner with him and the Rock with a few others to celebrate his title along with her being back stateside.

Kardashian has shirts made. Everyone is sent shirts. She’s got the pictures blown up and in her office (her mom does too). She surprised him on set with a cake. She humbly put in her Instagram bio “married to the sexiest man alive.”

News Reporter happily made the announcement for those who missed hadn’t seen it yet and bragged that it is her man.

Teen costar took to social media and asked for an immediate recall.

Animator sent him a drawing of Dodger with the sash that says “Goodest Boy Alive.” With Chris standing next to him in his own sash.

[impala-dreamer]

Tell me about getting drunk and Dean tucking you in bed, taking care of you.

The drums kicked in and so did you, beating the air with your fists, banging your head to the music booming through the Bunker’s PA system. 

Technically speaking, you weren’t supposed to do that anymore- Sam had scolded you more than once with very long, very boring lectures about why it wasn’t only inconsiderate but potentially detrimental to the equipment. 

But Sam wasn’t home.

Nor was Dean… or Jack… Cas… Nope, you had the place to yourself. All the booze to yourself, too. Not that there was much left. 

After polishing off the decanters of whiskey in the Library, you’d sneaky sneaked into Dean’s room and pulled the spare, more expensive bottle of Kentucky Bourbon from his foot locker. He wouldn’t mind. 

No, he actually would, but under the influence of the oak-aged vanilla notes, you didn’t care.

For a few hours, life was good. The monsters in the dark were being taken care of by someone else, the laundry was all put away, and you were fucking loving blasting Alanis through the halls. 

Seriously, why does anyone listen to anything other than Jagged Little Pill? The thought raced through your head and you took a long swallow straight from the bottle. 

The room swayed a bit, but you ignored it. So what, if the floor was suddenly soggy. You didn’t have to stand on the floor. 

The glowing table seemed steady, so you kicked off your shoes and climbed aboard. Sam would be happy that you took your shoes off. 

“You took for a joke, you took me for a child-” Your voice rang out as you tried to outsing Ms. Morrisette, basically screeching at the top of your lungs as the angsty song settled into your bones. 

“Yeah. Fuck them! You’re not a child. You’re a grown-ass woman who’s damned sexy and quick with a blade!” 

Cheering yourself, you took another swig and the lights blurred. You teetered on the tabletop but turned it into a dance, rocking out. 

With all the charisma of a drunken karaoke bachelorette, the bottle became your microphone and you let it rip. 

“Took me out to wine, dine, sixty-nine me! But didn’t hear a damned word I said!” 

Air drums were the best. Why didn’t you do this more often?

The big door above you opened but there was no way to hear it. The music was too loud, you singing was too aggressive. A set of boots thudded down the metal staircase and green eyes burned into you. 

“Y/N/N?” 

“Well, hello mister man- I didn’t think you’d come back--”

Dean laughed and came forward, tossing his duffle bag onto the chair at the head of the table. 

“What are you doing?” He yelled, sticking a finger in his ear as the crest of the song bled through the speakers. 

“I’m being awesome!” you shouted back. 

He bit his lip and nodded, watching you dance with a growing smile. 

As the song finished, you tried to do an impressive twirl but the booze decided that was too stupid not to fuck with, and you tumbled… off of the table… right into Dean’s strong arms. 

Terrified, you stared up at his handsome freckled face and laughed. “My hero!”

“My drunken rockstar,” he teased, carefully shifting to set you down on your feet. 

The floor still seemed to be made of something akin to watery jello, and you swayed, grabbing onto his flannel for help. 

“I think I have dranken too frequently upon this event,” you confessed, licking the last drops of bourbon from your lips. 

Dean laughed under his breath and wrapped his arm around you, holding you steady. “Uh, yeah, you can say that again.” 

A burp tickled your throat and you squinted at him, concerned. “No, Dean. I don’t think I can do.” 

Somehow, you made it to bed, but since your feet didn’t remember moving, you were pretty sure Dean had carried you there. The bedroom walls were spinning too, but at least the bed was comfy and the pillow was soft. Smelled like Dean. 

He was hovering above you, tucking the thick woolen blanket around your sides and smoothing it out. 

“You good?” 

His smile was beautiful and you reached up to caress his cheek but ended up slapping him. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” 

Dean leaned in and kissed each eye closed, forcing you to settle down. “If you feel like puking, aim for the trash bin, please. The sheets are clean.” Another kiss landed on the tip of your nose. “And there’s water on the nightstand.” 

The darkness behind your eyes was undulating like you were in a funhouse, but you managed to nod and thank him. 

“I do see right through you, ya know,” you said as the mattress lifted from his departure. 

He turned back and looked down at you. “Is that a good thing?” 

“It is.” Smiling, you opened your arms for him and he went, sliding in next to you. “You’re all over tough on the outsides but inside… right through you where the oreo cream is- you’re just… the bestest best boy I ever have met in this crazy place that we live on.”

He laughed and nuzzled into your neck. “On Earth?” 

“Yeah… that place.” 

The lights were dimming in your head and the sweet tingle of sleep was upon you. You wrapped yourself tight around him and took a deep breath, breathing him in. 

“Simply… the best.”

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[tillthelandslide]

We've Got Forever After All: Ross Macdonald Instagram AU

A/n: so I got this request a little while ago (sorry for taking a long time to complete it) but I decided to make it into an Instagram concept, hope that's okay. I know it's not exactly what you asked for but I hope you enjoy anyway ❤️

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

the1975updates:

the1975updates Ross looking fine in this video I found... Him and Hann are also spotted with a mystery girl, no clues on who she is / her relation to the boys, but let's just be happy for them regardless 🫶🏼

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram my love ❤️

Liked by rass1975, trumanblack and 32,819 others

75fan is this a soft launch?

yourbestfriend who's this then?

-> yourinstagram oh sush

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram my love is home 🥹 never been happier... If only he wasn't away being a rockstar all the time (jk of course, proud of you baby 🫶🏼)

Liked by rass1975, trumanblack, bedforddanes75 and 32,719 others

trumanblack oi oi

bedforddanes75 sexy....

75fan omg omg omg I can't deal.... My husband is not.. my husband? He's taken 😭 (happy for him)

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram hello there handsome @rass1975 fellow Ross girlies: you're welcome ❤️

Liked by rass1975, charli_xcx, jamieoborne and 43,719 other

75fan doing the gods work and we thank you 🙏

the1975updates you really do be feeding us... Thank you 🫶🏼

rass1975:

rass1975 .... Surprise?

Happiest & luckiest man alive. I promise to love you forever @yourinstagram forever the best thing that's ever happened to me

Liked by yourinstagram, trumanblack, 1975adam, bedforddanes75, charli_xcx and 472,729 others

🔔 yourinstagram shared this to her stories

yourinstagram I am and always will be the lucky one Mr Macdonald, I love you endlessly and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you ❤️

-> rass1975 I love you more Mrs MacDonald ❤️

trumanblack I'm still crying 😭 the happiest for you

charli_xcx still mad you beat us to it, but it was a truly beautiful day and I couldn't be happier for you both @rass1975 @yourinstagram

bedforddanes75 about time, so happy for you both

1975adam join the club 😊 happy for you both

jamieoborne the best ❤️

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram from the moment this man stepped into my life I knew I was the luckiest person alive. I am so unbelievably happy to be able to call myself your wife... Thank you for loving me for all my crazy (including being obsessed with you) and for making me laugh until I cry, for being the most supportive partner and for filling my life with love... I love you so much Mr Macdonald ❤️

To my fellow Ross girlies: thank you for all the beautiful messages, your support has always made us smile and continues to do so to this day. Don't worry, I will still be posting Ross content for you and there will be a lot of it, we've got forever after all....

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, rass1975, yourbestfriend and 87,819 others

rass1975 I love you my beautiful fan girl wife ❤️

↳ yourinstagram I love you more

trumanblack ❤️

bedforddanes75 the best couple

1975adam an amazing day for the best people I know

charli_xcx my best friend married my bfs best friend!!

75fan I can die happy

75stan no one more deserving of being his wife

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram @rass1975 doing what he does best 🫶🏼 love you hubby

Liked by rass1975, jamieoborne, jwaughsaxophone and 87,791 others

rass1975 a true Ross girl ❤️

↳ yourinstagram absolutely HUSBAND! I do have your last name now....

fan1 HE LOOKED SO GOOD WTF

↳ yourinstagram i know right!!! Not fair is it?

fan3 love that she was at side stage, she waved at us at one point, was very sweet... He killed us though, I mean just look at him, fine as hell....

↳ yourinstagram I would've been down there with you screaming over him if I could! He did indeed look fine as hell

75fan the way you interact with fans makes me so happy... You're just as obsessed as us!

↳ yourinstagram absolutely ❤️