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xxbimbobunnyxx · 10 months ago

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The First Time I Saw You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As a heart attack, sweetie.”

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

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

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

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.”

•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.” You whimper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 3 months ago

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A Night Forgotten

Part Five.

“I—I’m sorry?”

Emoni was baffled by what Dove had casually asked.

“You heard exactly what I said, Emoni. You choose to hear what you want to hear.” Dove says, leaning over the bar with a playful expression, “Ten years is a very long time. Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to become his Princess? I can see it. Feel it actually.”

Emoni suddenly felt compelled to drink, taking a sip and feeling lifted. She instantly felt comfortable enough to talk to Dove. She felt an overwhelming urge to dump all of her pent up feelings and frustrations onto this beautiful stranger. As if a weight had been lifted off of her, she exhaled and started shaking with nerves.

“I…I want him so bad that it hurts…”

Dove simply stared at Emoni intensely, as if putting her under a spell.

“…I see him with another woman and it breaks my fucking heart but it’s also so hard for me because he’s such a womanizer and how can I trust him? He’s a Prince, a boss, he’s crazy hot, smart, funny—”

“Emoni, breathe…”

She took a deep breath in, and blew it out.

“You’re afraid he’ll do to you what your ex did.”

“Exactly,” Emoni exhaled a shaky breath, “But there’s also this part of me that wants him to beg for it. Get down on his knees and beg me to be with him…”

“Hmm. Well, you’ll get that sooner than you think. I can feel it. Let’s say…in less than an hour…”

Emoni scuffed, “yeah, I highly doubt that.”

She finishes off her drink, giving a surprised hum at how pleasant it tastes…and how light it makes her feel by the time she hits the bottom of the glass.

“Another?” Dove took her empty glass from her hands eagerly.

“Hell yeah, keep them coming! I want to be so pleasantly intoxicated with a fine ass man drilling me into the mattress—woah.”

Dove giggled while Emoni tried to fathom where that came from. Her inner thoughts became outward. Dove slid another drink in front of her and like a magnet, Emoni started drinking. Somehow, this round it was slightly stronger.

“Take your time with it, maybe Erik might want some…”

Dove touched Emoni’s hand delicately. Emoni looked up at her gorgeous face in a trance-like state, focused and relaxed, while still being aware of her surroundings. Her irises became a bright pink color with her heightened concentration. She felt as if she were in a distorted sense of time, everyone and everything around her moving in slow motion. Although she didn’t have any control over her body and emotions, she was in a pleasant state.

“By the powers I am wielding, I tap into your loving feeling. To fix your broken heart, I tap into that initial spark. Glue together your heart that’s broken, with these words being spoken. With this spell I now decree, as I will it so shall it be…”

Dove lifted her soft yet powerful hand from Emoni’s and slipped away. After five seconds, Emoni came back to, blinking her eyes rapidly. Her chocolate brown eyes fell to her cup and she faintly remembered Dove making her a new drink. Slightly shrugging her shoulders, she brought the martini to her lips and took a sip.

“Emoni.”

Back stiffening from an unwanted touch, Emoni turned and came face to face with her ex. Exhausted, she stepped to the side to walk away, but he stopped her again.

“Be honest with me, Emoni,” Troy says, eyeing the lovely woman in front of him with something akin to lust. He’s drinking something purple out of a martini glass, chewing on its blackberry and strawberry garnish. “Are you avoiding me because you miss me?”

“Miss you? Nigga, why would I even bother.”

Emoni turned her back to him. Troy grabbed her arm again and Emoni almost snapped her neck with the way she looked back at him.

“Troy, get your hand off my arm. Not once have I given you a sign that I wanted you back in any way. What we had was a mistake. I refuse to make the same mistake twice. Play with some other bitch, I’m not the one—”

His smug, handsome face with tawny skin frowned.

“We both know who you belong to. Stop acting all bold off that drink and be honest with yourself.”

“I think that purple shit in your glass is making you confused. I belong to no one. And I’m being so honest it’s not even funny.” Emoni quipped with a vengeful look in her eyes.

“Baby, everything okay over here?”

The sound of his voice activated something inside of her. Her breath hitched and her stomach did flips. The Golden Jaguar and Prince of Wakanda approached them with his usual gait and royal aura. Troy’s hand slowly released Emoni’s arm and he glared at Erik.

“Why the fuck are you touching my woman?”

Erik pushed up on Troy, his chest puffed out and his head tilted in a threatening manner. His obsidian eyes were slightly squinting as he sized Troy up with an unwavering stare.

“She tell you not to touch her, right? And she told you to leave her alone. Don’t make me rough you up in front of all these good people, Troy. Take yo’ ass back over there.”

Troy glowered at Erik, the grip on his glass almost shattering it. Erik’s eyes widened a fraction, pressing up on Troy again. He was giving him a silent warning. Emoni’s heart almost sank to her stomach. She knows Erik’s temper. He’s nothing to fuck with.

“Erik,” Emoni placed a gentle hand on his bicep. Her fingertips tingled from the feeling of his muscles through his tux jacket, “It’s okay. Troy was just leaving, right?”

Erik’s right brow ticked up. Troy snorted, shaking his head before walking away. As he walked, he would look back at Erik over his shoulder with a death glare. Erik held his gaze, a menacing smirk on his handsome face. Emoni squeezed Erik’s bicep, drawing his attention back down to her.

“Thank you for that. You didn’t have to step in and help me get rid of him. I appreciate it.”

Erik’s face softened and he chuckled, “Anything for you, Moni. I’ve been itching to say something to that nigga ever since he showed up and kept bothering you. It won’t happen anymore.”

Emoni realized that her hand hadn’t left Erik’s arm. He looked from her small hand to her face with a slight crease in his brow and a hint of a smile.

“What’s in that drink of yours, pretty mama? Because that hand hasn’t left my arm. Hmmm…”

He takes the drink from her hand once more, downs what's left of it from the side where her lipgloss mark rests, and hands her back the empty glass. He licks his lips a few times, as if he really enjoyed her drink.

“I wasn’t finished drinking that!” She argued.

“I’ll get you a new one, Emoni. Can’t help it that I want what you’ve got…”

Erik leaned over her, causing Emoni to tilt back against the bar. The major height difference between them with Erik being 6’5 made her feel helpless and horny at the same time. Speaking of horny, whatever was in that drink shot straight to her erogenous zones. It must have for Erik too, because Emoni could have sworn she saw the faintest glow of magenta in his onyx orbs. He stared down at Emoni with a primal look in his eyes like he wanted to push every glass off of the surface of the bar, lay her on her back, and eat her until her legs were shaking.

Emoni couldn’t explain what had shifted within her, but Erik’s offer was starting to look pretty damn good. across the room, Brent is dancing with two women. Everyone else seems paired off now, and from where Emoni stands at the bar, she makes the conscious decision to go home with Erik Stevens.

Wow, Dove has definitely outdone herself this time! In fact, the drink's unique flavours complimented everything else she's had so far, almost as if each martini has been a lead-in to the next, and the next, until it has culminated in this one. Her whole body tingles, flushes hot with anticipation as she tilted the glass. It slid down her throat, cool and smooth, heating her belly and warming her blood.

Imagine how it would feel for Erik’s dick to slide down your throat and reward you with a creamy treat.

Jittery with nerves and intoxicated from the smell of Erik’s cologne and those delicious drinks, Emoni contemplates joining the crowd out on the dance floor to hail in the married couple who will be joining them at any moment. The alcohol is really flooding through her now, loosening her rigid control just enough.

Suddenly, Erik tilts her chin up to look at him.

“We're dancing,” he tells her without fanfare.

With a tilt of his head, he grabbed her wrist, yanking her into his arms. The hand holding hers is firm, the footsteps guiding them sure. Everything about her partner seems confident and at ease, but there is a look in his eye she knows well, having seen it in the mirror more than her fair share of times over the years, especially before she's about to go to bed with someone. He's nervous, anxious for this to mean more than it should.

In truth, so is she.

Yet there's something to be said about physically dancing with a man you've verbally, mentally, and emotionally crossed swords with on more than one occasion. As there is with their trading insults, there's a natural choreography to their movements around each other, an instinctive knowledge of push and pull to their rhythm. It is easy being in his arms, she discovers, twirled around like a debutante at her first ball by a handsome beau.

Daniel Caesar–Who Hurt You? Is playing.

It's seductive.

With slight pressure on the sway of her spine, he pulled her pelvis into his, their thighs cradling each other's as they swayed back and forth. He pulled their joined hands in, resting her right fingers over his heart so she could feel it beating, and pressed his nose into her hairline, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a sigh of pleasure at her rose-cinnamon-cardamom scent.

Strange new addictions picked up on the road

Changed my opinions and changed up my flows

Changed my approach, no more lovin' these hoes

And when it rains it pours, hey

You make me feel

So primal and

That's what I am

I'm just a man

“I love the way you smell,” he whispered into her ear during the small lull between refrain and chorus.

She buried her nose into his collar. “You, too,” she admitted, rubbing their cheeks together.

Take that pussy, drop it in my lap

I love it when you move like that

Now turn around and throw it back

It back, it back

“Do you like this? Dancing with me?” he asked.

Emoni nodded, her hand on his shoulder curving up and around his neck to find a home right at the back of his hairline, where he loved to be touched. “Very much.”

He kissed her temple. "Good."

That caused her breath to hitch. Not even an hour ago would she find herself letting Erik kiss her. At least now he knew they would do this again after tonight... if he could convince her to date him.

The DJ changed the music over with another smooth transition. A trance-like, slow R&B beat harmonized with piano and guitar, and this time, he moved the way he wanted to make love to her, his hands pressed on her hips, grinding against her sultrily. He pressed soft kisses all along the shell of her right ear, flicking the small gold earring – a heart with a butterfly – in passing as his lips traveled lower.

When you feel it in your body you found somebody who

Makes you change your ways like hanging with your crew

Said you act like you're ready but you don't really know

And everything in your past, you wanna let it go

He ran his mouth over her pulse, letting his right hand skim around her back and up over her spine to tangle in her soft curls, pulling back gently to open her up for him…

I've been there, done it, humped around, ha

After all that this is what I found

Nobody wants to be alone

If you're touched by the words in this song

Then maybe

You got it, you got it bad

When you're on the phone

Hang up and you call right back (oh, you)

You got it, you got it bad

If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off track…

Suckling upon her throat, he wrapped her in his embrace, letting his other relearn the curvature of her ass. He envisioned his fingers traveling over the outline of her panties, and then through the center.

In his arms, Emoni shivered. The hand stationary over his heart moved then to join its twin at the back of his hair, and with a low, sexy moan, she pulled him closer. They were definitely causing a scene. Emoni could feel eyes on her, causing her to pull away. Erik chuckles, the sound shooting straight to her wet, quivering pussy.

“The bride is about to appear soon to toss the bouquet,” Emoni murmurs the reminder, aware of the others all around them and how the level of excitement in the room has ratcheted up as the seconds count down, “It's strange, but I just realized… I've never stayed this long at one of these events to see what happens next. I mean…I’ve seen it in movies but…”

With a matching incredulous expression, her partner admits, “Me either, actually.”

That sends them equally into a bout of snickering and chuckling.

“A first for both of us, it seems.”

He flashes a grin that's as white as snow, “One of many together, I'm sure.”

His words make things inside her flutter.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but…you look really nice. The whole mask thing suits you.” she blurts out. "It’s fitting.”

He whirls her around faster and laughs as her grip on him tightens. “Why, Daniels, are you finally admitting that I'm devilishly handsome?”

No need to deny it.

She shrugs with a roll of her eyes, “You know you are.”

“Yes, but you've never said it,” he teases. “You're a notorious hold-out when it comes to me.”

There's a double-entendre in there, and she feels its meaning and intent to her toes when he turns the full force of his obsidian-eyed gaze upon her.

“Perhaps if you actually were more sweet, and less wicked I might be inclined to stroke your ego more often,” she tosses back with a sultry grin, blaming Dove’s alcoholic genius for such sassiness.

Erik’s gaze heats as he lowers his mouth to her ear. “I can be equal parts nice to naughty, love. Care to find out?”

Ooh, FUCK, would she love to! She’d wanted so many moments with him. A small voice in her head echoed for her to just give in to her desires and feel.

“…I suppose I should have an escort back to my hotel tonight,” she agrees with a thoughtful air, pretending to misunderstand. “I’m staying at The Luxor…it’s known for being pretty haunted there…the most haunted out of all the hotels in Sin City. Might be too dangerous to go alone.”

“Mmm, safety first,” he agrees, lips twitching with amusement.

They pause as the music switches and the beautiful bride walks forward with her bouquet. The rest of the room clears the center of the ballroom, making a space as Beyoncé–Single Ladies plays.

“ALLRIGHT LADIES! LETS GET TO THE DANCE FLOOR!”

Emoni finds a spot amongst the crowd of eager women. She endures being shoved and bumped into, her eyes glued to her friend and bride twirling in a circle with the bouquet of roses swaying in her hand.

Now put your hands up!

The bouquet was thrown back and something in Emoni told her to leap for it like she was playing football. She threw herself forward and at the last second she grasped the bouquet, falling flat on her stomach clumsily. The room erupted with applause and laughter. Instantly, the women rushed over to help her up. Emoni was too stunned and excited to care about falling in front of over a hundred people.

“I caught it! I caught it!” She squealed.

“ALL RIGHT LADIES! TIME FOR THE MEN!”

Michael Jackson–P.Y.T had the room grooving.

The men two-stepped to the floor, and Emoni was happy with the amount of attractive, eligible men stepped up. Of course, Erik stood out to her. She caught his eye and became bashful when he winked at her. Not even Troy trying to win her back was enough to get her attention. The groom was too busy lip syncing and snapping his fingers while twirling the garter around his finger. It took for the bride to snap him out of it before he tossed the garter high in the air.

What happened next shocked everyone. Erik did an impressive parkour roll and caught the garter in his hand before it even touched the floor. The other men behind him had to stop themselves from tumbling over on top of Erik with how fast they moved. While the others looked uncoordinated, Erik stood tall and proud, his eyes never leaving Emoni’s. The bride shared a look with her and then she giggled.

“TIME TO PUT THAT GARTER ON!”

Emoni was pushed towards a chair strategically placed in the center of the dance floor. She flopped down and someone took the bouquet from her hands. She couldn’t contain her nerves. He was going to slip the garter up her leg. She was afraid that his touch on one of her most sensitive areas would trigger the inner slut in her. She chewed on her bottom lip and twirled a curl as Erik took his place before her. They locked eyes, and the connection was so strong she could vividly see him struggling just as much as her.

I'm just a bachelor

I'm looking for a partner

Someone who knows how to ride

Without even falling off

Gotta be compatible

Takes me to my limits

Girl, when I break you off

I promise that you won't want to get off

If you're horny, let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin'

Come and jump on it

Standing before her without shame, Erik placed his hands on the back of his head, rolling his hips, closing his eyes, and biting his bottom lip at the same moment. The action caused his chest to thrust forwards. Emoni covered her mouth in shock and the noise around them from everyone cheering them on almost drowned out the music.

It was hard to keep her heart from tearing through her skin, especially as his tux jacket came off and his soft, cotton shirt slowly crawled over his solid abs, pecs, and arms. She could only imagine how that body looked beneath those clothes. her breathing kicked into high gear. The bulge in his slacks was definitely hard, begging to be suckled. Her nails bit into the edge of the chair as she clenched her hands to keep her body grounded in place.

With an assured saunter, he closed the distance between them. Stopping less than a foot away, his pelvis level with her face, he slid those thick fingers of his over his smoothed abdomen just as the vocals of the song sang a rather provocative tune…

If we're gonna get nasty, baby

First we'll show and tell

'Til I reach your ponytail

Lurk all over and through you baby

Until we reach your stream

You'll be on my jockey team

He got down on his knees slowly, his eyes still connected with hers. He skillfully brought her leg up so that her ankle dangled over his shoulder. Hooting and hollering along with clapping surrounded them but all of it was white noise. It felt like it was just the two of them. Erik pressed his nose into her ankle, inhaling her scent before taking her heeled foot, pressing it against his solid chest. He took his time placing the garter over her foot and up her leg.

She'd never been so turned on in her life!

His hands disappeared beneath her dress and she almost moaned. Meanwhile, Dove watched from the bar with a sly smile.

Emoni watched with a fixated fascination the expressions crossing his face as he secured the garter around her thigh and inches away from her pussy. She just knew he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs with how turned on she is. Erik was enraptured by her, enslaved to her whim, freely expressing his pleasure with parted lips, heaving chest and bucking muscles.

“Spend the rest of the day with me,” he begged. “I need you.”

Dove did say he would be on his knees begging within an hour.

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wzrd-wheezes · 7 months ago

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Game On - Sirius Black x Reader Smut

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure. It was my idea after all.”

“I know. I’m just making sure.”

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

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

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

“Game on.” he grinned.

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

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

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

“Surprise me.” she replied playfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I certainly hope so.”

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

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

“Wanna dance?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

“Fancy a dance then?”

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

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

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

“You win.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sirius, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No?”

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

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

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

“Tell me when you get close.”

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

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

“Nope.”

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

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

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

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

“Shut u-”

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

“Remember your manners.”

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

“No.”

“Please, Sirius.”

“I said no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come for me, baby.”

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

“That’s my girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good game.”

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader smut #marauders era

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jjungkookislife · 10 months ago

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Quarterly Fic Rec List 2023 #4

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

Seokjin

daydream @joonie-beanie

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

pink panther @gimmesumsuga

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

9 months to fall in love @floralseokjin

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

dream come true @sugaurora

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

whole @yoongiphoria

Yoongi

can't afford love @dollfaceksj

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

u suck !! @kithtaehyung

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

three tangerines ^

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

broken pt. 1 ^

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

ghostface killers @gimmethatagustd

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

red & white @sweetestofchaos 💜

summary: you and yoongi have something to share this holiday

Hoseok

spookie coochie @gimmethatagustd

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

drink champagne in my airplane @bangtanintotheroom

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

a holly, jolly crisis @kpopfanfictrash

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

12 lays of christmas @minisugakoobies

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

it's a promise @sahmfanficbts

arranged marriage au

Namjoon

close, closer, closest @augustbutwinter

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

make an effort @7ndipity

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

a word from our sponsors @ugh-yoongi

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

Jimin

cloud nine @suga-kookiemonster

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

menace @eoieopda

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

crescent bound @parkhabits

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

the dark side of the moon @dovechim

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

a remedy for mondays ^

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

heavy petting @kittae

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

the devil in his details @johobi

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

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

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

devil's advocate @7cypher

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

no strings @kpopfanfictrash

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

the ten days of ex-mas @kpopfanfictrash

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

Taehyung

midnight @sailoryooons

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

the holi-date @kpopfanfictrash

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

of lace and lust @hobidreams

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

hush @suga-kookiemonster

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

rotten angelcake @inkedtae

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

sausade @kimvvantae

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

kinda hot @kimnjss

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

Jungkook

jungkook drabble @euphoricfilter

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

blessed with a curse @sweetestofchaos

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

seasons don't fear the reaper @augustbutwinter

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

because i love you ch. 13 @readyplayerhobi

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

a holiday snowdown @kpopfanfictrash

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

all grown up @btsgotjams27

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

this is us ^

summary: you start to fall hard for jungkook.

OT7/Multiple Members

carnival of terror ch. 2 @theharrowing

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

the gentlemen @honeymoonjin

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

of storms and vampires @wishesunderthestars

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

oh, little red @jincherie

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

Ateez

Seonghwa

let me keep you warm @sweetestofchaos 💜

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

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

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 2 years ago

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

also on ao3 here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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reallypleasanttree · 3 months ago

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Obamitsu Modern AU incomplete fanfic. I wrote this months ago and never posted it since I couldn’t figure out how to continue it.

Kyojuro: My boss is keeping me until close. Raincheck?

Obanai: Yeah. Does tomorrow work?

The black haired man sighed. He and his brother planned this dinner a while ago to celebrate Obanai’s promotion. It had been postponed several times due to shitty weather or otherwise. What was another day? He pulled out his wallet and held up his hand to summon the waiter to pay for his drink. Well, drinks since he had ordered one for his brother. He would leave after finishing two whiskey sours.

“Can you pretend to be my date for five minutes?” Someone whispered in his ear. Before Obanai could respond, a pink haired woman sat down across from him. He was in a corner booth with glass panels above the leather bench. In this secluded spot, people would not have to look at his scars while he ate.

Nervously, she looked beyond him. He turned his head slightly and noticed a tall blond man watching the pink haired girl intently.

“Sure,” Obanai said, recognizing the obvious distress in her voice. She was all dolled up. Her hair was pulled up into a bun and her makeup was exquisite with dark eyeliner framing her green eyes. Her lips are pale pink. She was quite pretty if not eccentric.

“Thanks,” she let out a sigh of relief. “My friend stood me up,” she smiled at him. He picked up his drink.

“My brother stood me up,” he commented. “Who’s the guy behind us?” He asked, lowering his voice.

“A coworker. Sort of. We work for the same company, but different departments. He gives me the creeps,” she admitted. He nodded slowly and sipped his drink.

“But I don’t?” Obanai asked. He had mismatched eyes, dark hair, and a face mask on despite being inside. Obanai had been told he gave people the creeps. The woman tilted her head considering his question.

“No. You give off ‘Don’t mess with me’ vibes, not ‘I’ll kidnap you and hide you in my basement’ vibes,” she laughed and he found himself grinning at her weird sense of humor. “Plus, you were sitting alone, so I figured you could use the company,” she added.

“You said a friend stood you up?” Obanai asked to change the subject.

“Yeah, she was supposed to take me out for my birthday, but she had to cancel. One of her patients went into labor,” the woman pouted for a second.

“It's your birthday? That blows,” he said and set down his drink.

“It’s no big deal. She’ll make it up to me later. She always does,” her green eyes flickered over to her coworker. He was still standing at the bar watching her. He didn’t even bother to hide it.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Obanai asked and flexed his hand under the table. She threw him an anxious smile and shook her head.

“No, it’ll be alright,” she said and looked down at the empty plate. It had been five minutes since she sat down. Obanai picked up a menu and gestured for her to do the same.

“Your friend left you stranded, your coworker is creeping on you, and it’s your birthday. The least your fake date can do is pay for a meal,” Obanai said. She looked ready to refuse him.

“You should know I have a big appetite,” she said and opened the menu. Compared to him, everyone had a bigger appetite.

“That’s fine. Order whatever you want. I got a promotion recently, so I'll pay,” Obanai said. “You can have my brother’s whiskey sour if you want it.”

“You don’t take drinks from strangers,” she replied. Smart girl.

“Obanai,” he placed his hand on the table for her to grab. He couldn’t exactly shake her hand in an official greeting if they were on a fake date. She reached across the table and settled her hand over his. It was smooth against his callouses.

“Mitsuri,” she grinned, catching on quickly. “Also, I don’t like whiskey sours.”

#obamitsu #obanai x mitsuri #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #mitsuri x obanai #iguro obanai

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crazyunsexycool · 10 months ago

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Unbreakable

Chapter 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

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

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

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

“Yes. I want drinks and karaoke.”

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

“Fine by me. Are you a lightweight?”

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

“He’s a service dog.”

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

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

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

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

“This place looks ridiculous.” Nebula mutters.

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

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

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

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

“Deal.”

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me.”🎶

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

“Romanoff.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, did I ruin it?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.”

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok, what’s your question?”

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

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

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

“Why are you single?”

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

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

“I do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning.”

“Shhh. My head is killing me.”

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

“I think I’ll throw up if I do.”

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

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

“Start with the toast.”

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

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

“Yeah? What was it about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope. Other than walking Marv.”

“Good. Want to have a movie marathon?”

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

“I’ll let you choose.”

You smile before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

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

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

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

“Ok?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d love to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s happening?”

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

“I’m going on a date.”

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

“You remember my friend Steve right?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All bad I hope.”

She chuckles and shakes her head.

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

“Thanks, he’s the best boy.”

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

“That’s wonderful.”

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

“When did you get engaged?”

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

“Do you have engagement rings?”

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

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

“That is so cute.”

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

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

“Plus two?”

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

“We’ll see after the first date.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You look beautiful.” He finally says.

Heat creeps into your cheeks as you smile.

“Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.”

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

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

“You’ll see.”

****

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

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

****

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

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

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

“Art.”

“Really? Why is that?”

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

“Do you still draw?”

“Yeah.” Steve smiles.

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

“Are you asking to see my drawings?”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

“I have a few I can show you.”

You smiled at him then.

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

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

“That is a good choice.”

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

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

“Yup.”

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

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

“Have you ever been arrested?”

Steve laughs but tries to hide his face from you.

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

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

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

Steve laughs but shakes his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d like that.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he nodded.

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

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

“Can I kiss you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“See you soon?”

“Definitely.”

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

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

Ch 8

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anonymous-dentist · 7 months ago

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But also:

It’s a little funny how Penacony is intergalactically-renowned as a ‘dream world’ when everything in it is a goddamn nightmare.

The lights? Too bright, flashing, colorful: red and blue and pink and orange and colors that can only exist in the distorted subconscious that the dream realm is built upon.

The sounds? Too loud, too everywhere: cars honking and bands playing and people screaming and advertisement boards chasing you down begging for you to check out their home store because even a dimension entirely made out of dreams has fallen into the immoral clutches of capitalism.

Cellbit hates it. He hates everything about it, actually, down to the strange fluttering in his stomach every time he passes by a sentient traffic cone and the buzzing in his head when he drinks too much SoulGlad.

But the IPC has their eyes on the planet, and so Cellbit is here before Cucurucho and the rest of the IPC Census Bureau can arrive and take stock of the people they’re ready to enslave. You can’t die in a dream, but maybe Cellbit can kill Cucurucho good enough in the dream realm that she’ll wake up in the hotel and have a heart attack at the memory of their own death.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Cellbit sips at his SoulGlad with a faint smile on his lips. Penacony is supposed to make his dreams come true, right? Maybe the Family can allow him just one little murder before sicking their Bloodhounds on him.

“This stuff sucks,” Roier complains, slumping against the bar with his still-full glass in hand. “Why don’t they just serve water here?”

More important than the IPC and Cucurucho, however, is the Fool by Cellbit’s side. It’s Roier’s birthday, and he wanted a nice vacation to get away from the whole ‘revenge quest’ thing they’ve been doing for the past couple of common galactic month cycles. He wanted his dream vacation, and so Cellbit got him just that: a vacation inside of a literal dream.

“You’re in a dream, and you just want water?” the bartender incredulously asks. She shakes her head and walks away to the other end of the bar to handle a drunk wine bottle complaining about her ex husband the whiskey.

“It’s my birthday!” Roier whines. He smushes his cheek against the sticky bar top and squeezes his eyes shut. “Even the water tastes like shit! It’s all sparkly and stuff!”

Cellbit rolls his eyes. “It’s sparkling water, pendejo. I don’t think they even have water on Penacony. Just alcohol.”

Roier groans dramatically. “I want to go home!”

‘Home’ being Cellbit’s ship, the Ordem. It’s a tiny little thing- so small that he and Roier have to share a bed in the closet pretending to be sleeping quarters- but it sure beats trying to hitchhike between planets. (Cellbit knows from experience.)

Cellbit gently pats Roier’s back. “If you aren’t having fun here, we can go somewhere else. Unlimited dream worlds, remember? There’s gotta be something you’ll like.”

Currently, they’re in Golden Hour. But Cellbit thinks there’s a dream realm that’s one big huge restaurant somewhere, Roier should like that. He likes food, and he likes the natural chaos that comes with a restaurant full of rich entitled people.

But Roier just shakes his head and cracks an eye open to look up at Cellbit.

“Can we just… go back to our room?” he asks. “Maybe we can come back later, but only if they have actual fucking water!”

He sits up and shouts that last bit at the bartender, who just sighs and continues consoling the wine bottle. (Apparently, the whiskey cheated on her with a bottle of champagne from the amusement park realm. Wow, what a piece of shit.)

Cellbit’s face softens, and he nods. “Of course. And maybe we’ll get to kill Cucurucho when we come back.”

Roier smiles at that. “Ay, don’t get my hopes up.”

Because Roier’s best friend and son have been ‘acquired’ by the Census Bureau, and Cellbit’s whole planet was destroyed by the Census Bureau’s actions. Cucurucho needs to die, simple. And they’re going to make it happen, even in their dreams.

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#I’m just rambling don’t mind me #it’s very niche but I love it

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64yrsold · 1 year ago

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ACHES 1. january

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

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

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

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

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

He coughed, “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He closed an eye, “Sure.”

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

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

“Really?”

“No,” he smirked, “Kidding.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He let a smirk slip, “Matty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t mind.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> next (2)

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lildashofheaven1 · 3 months ago

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‘We dont have to take our clothes off’

Joseph Quinn x female y/n

‼️TW‼️ SA, talk of sex, 18+, swearing

Friday night, my friends had convinced me to go out in south london on a night out to get over my shitty ex.

I dolled myself up and tried to make it look like i have my life together, im wearing a short red dress with my hair half up and tied a black silk bow to tie it with, i also paired it with natural ish make up and added a red lip.

Not a word from your lips, you took for granted that i want to skinny dip.

A quick hit, thats your game. But i’m not a piece of meat, stimulate my brain.

I sat on my sofa in silence as i mindlessly scrolled instagram and saw my ex post a pic of him and his new girl which made me feel awful, awful as he cheated on me and awful as i know he wont change and she will have to endure what i did.

I was interrupted with my thoughts by a knock on my front door, i walked to the door and was met with my best friend Ziggy wearing a pink dress shirt and flared blue jeans.

“Sup slut!” He said in a road-man voice and burst out laughing, i faked a laugh before saying, “Do we have to go out zigs? I dont know if im feeling it” to this his face fell, i know how much he loves to go out and the thought of ruining this night for him made me feel awful.

“The night is young, and so are we” Ziggy answered with ‘if you hate it that bad when were out then we can come home, i promise’ he added as he held out his pinky, we pinky swore then headed out after i grabbed a black YSL clutch bag.

We made it to the club which i hadn’t been to since breaking up with my ex, Ziggy reached for my hand and said ‘cmon, he wont be in here’ i nodded and we walked in.

We went to the bar to get a drink and i saw all these people around me, desperate for attention and wanting to be the only person in the room.

At one point, a man walked towards me saying “y’alright darlin? Wanna give man your number? stilll” i looked to Ziggy for help and he put his arm around me saying

“This bloke bothering you babe?” In his as he called it ‘straight man voice’ eventually the guy got the hint and left to stalk his next prey.

Lets just get to know each other slow and easy

“Take my hand” Ziggy said as we moved to the middle of the dance floor.

let's hit the floor

Shake our bodies to the music. Maybe then you’ll score

So come on baby wont you show some class

Why’d you have to move so fast

We dont have to take our clothes off

To have a good time

We can dance and party all night and drink some cherry wine

After dancing for around an hour i got into my groove and was even doing shot after shot with Ziggy.

“Check out the brunette bloke in a nice shirt and looking fine!” Ziggy said and pointed at a bloke stood at the bar with another mad who’s dressed in all black with blonde hair tied into a small bun, i cant take my eyes off of the brunette man.

“He’s so fit!!” I shouted back to Ziggy as the music was so loud. “Go chat to him!” “No way!” “Y/n you’ve waited so long for this!! Go and get laid by the fit bloke!” The alcohol is starting to hit us very clearly at this point, im gonna regret this tomorrow.

I stood quiet, Ziggy then shouted again “if you dont shag him i will!” And pointed yet again at the brunette. The man at the bar thought Ziggy was calling him over so he came over and i felt my face turn bright red.

“Y’alright mate?” The brunette asked

“My mate fancies you!” Ziggy yelled again, i dont know whether it was the alcohol or Ziggy being a complete twat. The brunette had a look of confusion until he looked down at me slightly and his gaze softened as we made eye contact, it immediately clicked.

This is Joseph-fucking-Quinn!

Despite my best thoughts, the alcohol didn’t stop me from saying to him “your Eddie Munson!” To that Joseph shook his head while laughing. “Y’alright joe? Whos your friends?” Omfg its jamie! I sobered up at the realisation that two celebs know of my existance?! The two of them, clearly less drunk than me and Ziggy ended up being such nice guys and invited us to the VIP area to have a couple drinks.

As me and Ziggy sat down with them, he pulled me towards him and whispered (which was not quiet at all)

“They’re the guys from the show, ain’t they?” I jokingly shoved him away while laughing. Thankfully the VIP area was a lot quieter than the main part meaning we could actually have a conversation, it resembled more of a quiet pub due to how little people were there.

“Whatre we wanting to drink?” Jamie asked as he got his wallet out. “You dont have to honestly..” i started but Ziggys face lit up and said

“Well if you’re offering handsome ill take a double vodka coke” winking at him at the end. “And mard-arse over here will have a single vodka lemonade” Ziggy added while nudging me, i then slapped him upside the head.

I smiled at Jamie and said thank you.

“So Y/n, where abouts are you from?” Joseph asked as Ziggy went to help Jamie carry the drinks.“Originally im from Brighton, i moved down a few years ago for university” i said with a chuckle.

His smile lit up the bloody room and i added “i study, performing arts, music and art” i noticed he looked intrigued, “sorry i need to learn when to stop talking, honestly i end up just blabbing and its probably why Ziggys the only one to put up with me?” I laughed, i had complete word vomit, why wasn’t Ziggy there to slap his hand round my mouth to stop me?!

“Thats interesting, what do you do in art?” Joseph asked almost knowing the panic i was feeling, wanting me to know he cares and is interested.

After chatting with him for a few more minutes jamie and ziggy returned with the drinks, including a coke for jamie.

“Im gonna run to the toilet ill be back in a sec” i said as i stood up“Want me to stand guard again?” Ziggy asked“No im okay, it seems nice enough in this bit, ill be fine” i smiled at them all and went to the toilet

Just slow down if you want me A man wants to be approached cool and romantically, oh-oh I've got needs, I'm just like you And if the conversation's good vibrations through and through

I was leaving the toilets when i felt a cold hand grab my wrist and dragged me back against the wall, i slammed my head against the wall due to the force.I looked up to see who it was and it was the guy from earlier, a man i now recognise was my exes best friend, Brian.

“You know you always wanted me y/n” he slurred, how the fuck did he get in here?!He dragged me back into the bathroom that was empty and started kissing my neck i tried to get him off

“So come on baby wont you show some class?” He sneered

We don't have to take our clothes off To have a good time, no-oh We could dance and party all night. And drink some cherry wine

Ziggy Pov

“Im gonna go check on y/n, shes usually less time than this” i know my best friend like the back of my hand, somethings wrong Joe and jamie nodded as i walked towards the bathroom. I opened the door and saw that piece of shit pinning my best friend against the wall where she was sobbing and frozen in fear.

Y/n Pov

The door opened and ziggy stood still for a second until he pounced and ripped him off of me and threw him on the ground so hard he flew through the push door and landed on the floor next to the bar.

“You fucking piece of shit! What do you think your doing?!” Ziggy screamed at him as i walked out the bathroom with tears flooding and i was moving my dress straps that he had tried ripping off.

Ziggy pulled Brian out of the bathroom mid way through his attack so he had his jeans undone and halfway down and he was escaped his underwear during his attack on me.

Joseph and Jamie leaped out fo their seats and ran towards us. Jamie was helping Ziggy get rid of Brian. Whereas Joseph was holding me and helping me through my panic attack.

“Are you okay? Y/n cmon breathe for me darling” he said as he held my head to his chest so i could ground myself with his heartbeat.

Jamie and Ziggy had gotten Brian on his feet and yelled for security. Before security had gotten to them. They had a field day beating the shit out of Brian.

When Brian got escorted out he was spitting blood and Definitely had a broken nose. A nice touch was Ziggy was wearing a ring with the word ‘BITCH’ imprinted on it. After punching Brian the word bitch had been stamped-onto his cheek.

After we were sure he was gone i went straight to the bar and asked for two shots of vodka, throwing them back straight away. “She had a shitty ex and the fact that he will stop at nothing to make her life hell, its all my fault i borderline forced her to come out tonight” i heard ziggy say to them as i was at the bar.

As the night died down i had sobered up a lot so i had counteracted that by ordering shot after shot and wanting to forget the pain. Joseph had a few beers, however he wasn’t nearly as drunk as i was, Jamie didn’t drink so obviously he was his usual self. But me, i was wasted and i knew i was going to regret it tomorrow

I had my arm around josephs shoulder for support as we left the club. Ziggy had left sometime earlier as he met someone he was planning on spending the night with, i never felt so comfortable than with these two men so i assured him i was completely fine.

As we went outside, joseph and Jamie stopped for a cigarette “you smoke?” Jaime offered his pack, i nodded and took one while saying thank you. Joseph handed me his lighter as we all stood outside enjoying our cigs.

“Come back to mine y/n not sure if i love the idea of you alone in london at this time” joseph offered with a smile. I was honestly too tired to argue so i agreed, after our cigs me and joseph got into an uber and headed for his apartment after saying goodbye to jamie

“Its been lovely meeting you y/n, and im so sorry about your exes friend” jamie hugged and smiled at me as i said goodbye to him.

As we entered josephs flat, i had this wave of confidence hit me as i stopped us walking in his flat to kiss him. He broke the kiss and said “ i dont want you to regret this tomorrow y/n”

“I doubt i will” i whispered sultrily in his ear as he continued the kiss and picked me up so i was straddling him as he took me to his room and lay me on the bed, he then got on top of me and took his shirt off.We made out for minutes but it ended way too soon as he broke the kiss again and said “y/n your drunk i cant do it to you, especially after what happened tonight i just wouldn’t be right. I mean, we dont have to take out clothes off to have a good time”

I respected his morals and agreed that we shouldn’t do it. He stood up as i sat on his bed, he walked back holding a large bang t shirt saying “you can get dressed in the bathroom if you like? The second door on the right” he smiled at me.

I took the shirt while saying thank you, i headed to the bathroom while walking past photos on his wall of him and his friends on set, him with his family. After changing i returned to his room to see him lay on his bed wearing nothing but grey joggers, his face lit up as he saw me.

We spent the night together with movies on in the background playing on his tv while we spoke about anything and everything, getting to know each other more.

Safe to say i did not regret the night i spent with him

#jamie and joseph #joseph and jamie #joseph quinn smut #joseph #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things season four #stranger things #stranger

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1-800-local-slut · 11 months ago

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

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

Peaches

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

Klaus is invited to take a bite out of a peach

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Witch! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She silently thanked that mugger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#black reader #x reader #fem reader #x black reader #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #the originals #tvdu #thank you for reading #ily <3

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cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal · 11 days ago

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According to @ianthedebonair's WIP Wednesday post, I'm legally obligated to share some of my WIPs. Now, I'm currently mostly occupied by a run of Corpse Project and a secret exchange giveaway, so both of those are off the table, but I am also just bouncing around the timeline a lot for Think Not With My Heart because what I really want to be doing is writing whatever the fuck is going on between Wei and Rashad, so here are a few snippets I've got:

Luckily, Rashad spares him the embarrassment. “Maybe we shouldn't talk about this here?” Their smile is careful but stiff and it doesn't quite reach their eyes. They nod towards the locker room. “Besides, I thought you wanted to change into something more comfortable?" There's no way that isn't flirtation. It's so textbook, Wei nearly flinches. His eyes pour over Rashad, trying to find anything playful, but they just stare down at Wei with a blank sort of patience. His mouth feels dry as he works his jaw. "You know I'm gay." He doesn't mean for it to come out as an accusation, but it still sounds like one. Rashad's eyes narrow, their shoulders stiffening, and they shift back a foot. Wei almost reaches out to stop them, but thinks better of it. He made the first blow. He needs to let them retaliate. "What are you doing, Chen?" They're leaning back from him now, on edge and ready to bolt as if this was a fight. "You ask me to coffee and then snap at me for following you. What am I supposed to make of that?" Wei looks down at his feet, then at the wall, anywhere he can avert his gaze and maybe find the explanation for why he can't seem to get his head on right. He scrubs a palm gently over his face, the synthskin catching unpleasantly on his real skin. "I'm sorry," he sighs. He finally meets Rashad's eyes again. "I thought you were…" Rashad's brow furrows as they stare, waiting, and Wei stares back with dead words on his tongue. Slowly, Rashad's eyes start to widen as they realize what he can't say aloud. Their cheeks flush a deep red and their mouth opens and shuts silently. Had they really not been flirting? The idea gobsmacks Wei for a moment. Was this what Ricardo dealt with before the Heartbreak Incident? It's maddening. Wei clears his throat, hoping to dispel some of the awkwardness. "Come on. I don't want to talk about this out here."

from Then All I Knew Was Wrong

Xiao's eyes scan over the living room before coming back to Ricardo. He slips his thumbs in the belt loops of his skinny jeans, shifting his weight to his heels as he smiles. "It's cozy." Ricardo locks the door behind him. "Cozy?" He smiles playfully. "You don't like it, do you?" Xiao shakes his head, expression turning serious. "I never said that. It's just…not what I was expecting." "Not what you think of when you think of the ex-Marshal's home, is it?" He kicks his shoes off by the door. Xiao doesn't hesitate to follow suit and Ricardo sighs in relief that he doesn't have to tell Xiao first. "No, I suppose not." He looks around again, eyes lingering on the warm leather couch dominating the living room. Something twitches in his smile, almost dropping from his face before he turns pure warmth towards Ricardo. "But I do like it." "I'll take that as a compliment." Ricardo slips out of his jacket, keeping his eyes on Xiao as the younger man continues looking around. He looks so out of place here, somehow, dressed in his acid wash jeans and white blouse. He's all light colors to the apartments warm browns and burgundy. Pale skin, silver hair, pastels on whites, even his lips painted a soft, almost pearlescent pink. Modern design vs Ricardo's rustic sensibilities. He doesn't look like a man who frequents villain bars and orchestrates shady underground dealings.

from Try to Stop This Feeling

"I'm not a fool, Doctor." It's a dangerous line to walk, making sure she doesn't decide to take Xiao's safety into her own hands while not outright lying to her. "He's just work." "Work?" She sets her drink down and Rashad silently swears at the way her lips curl into a disgusted frown. "Does your boss have you sleeping with a Ranger?" It's Rashad's turn to blush beneath Xiao's cheeks. Xiao's casual, lounging posture melts as Rashad sits up and waves their hand a bit frantically. "I'm not sleeping with Charge." Rashad isn't even sure Ricardo has slept with a man before - or if he'd even want to. They doubt it. A strange bitterness stirs in their chest at the thought, but Rashad doesn't have the time to inspect where it comes from or why. So they bite down and continue, "I'm just keeping an eye on him." Xiao winks, falling back into the lazy smile. "You know it's easiest to keep people complacent if you've got them distracted." He waves his hand to her with a grin. "You tried to do the same when we first met." Now she's definitely blushing. "That was before-" "You knew that I'm gay," he finishes. It's not exactly correct, but it definitely was the fastest way to get her to stop flirting with them. And Rashad really doesn't want to have to unpack everything they feel about sex and sexuality with Mortum yet. Besides, it would be even more difficult when many of their issues apply to themself, but not Xiao. "I know. But I think we can both understand flirting with danger."

from Untitled Mortum-Xiao Chapter

So now y'all know what I'm up to. I'm going to pester @autistic-sidestep, @disastersteps, @silvery-bluish, @glitchy-npc, @dogueteeth-fhr, and @valya-kingoftherats. You folks up to anything?

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clubdionysus · 5 months ago

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[BAD DECISION #35] Saying 'Please'

warnings: clubbing, drinking, existential thoughts and DMCs, kissing <33 another fave chapter of mine!! wholesome! also i think this is the wrong header....i think it might belong to the next chapter.... so if u see it change, that's why!!

wc: 6.8k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"Hold still," you giggle as you sit with Jeongguk in the Dionysus staff room.

It's dark, with only a small lamp to illuminate the room, and yet the energy between you both is electric. There's no need for anything else.

"I am holding still," he gruffs with a pleasant smile, hands stroking up your hips. He's sitting on the arm of the sofa, while you stand between his legs and tap a little bit of glitter onto his cheekbones.

He's not had a drop of alcohol yet, but something about being here with you makes him feel all giddy. A serene sense of excitement bubbles through his veins, and he's unable to hide his smile. Eyes closed, he's letting you glitter him up however you see fit.

And how you see fit is matching him exactly to your (now restored) cheek glitter. It's a liquid glitter, applied with a wand and then delicately tapped into the skin with your fingers. A mixture of glitters create the shade - flecks of holographic white, a little silver and some pink. It's not your favourite, but it's still pretty.

Is even prettier, you think, when it's on him.

And you tell him as such.

"You look good," you smile, looking down at him with such a fondness only reserved for him.

When he smiles, he gets all bashful. Tells you to shut up. Keeps his eyes closed. Shakes his head.

You don't insist on complimenting him any further, even though it feels like you should. As soon as you're on the dancefloor, you know there will be girls ogling him left right and centre.

There's something about Jeongguk tonight. He's always handsome, yes. Always got a smile that could like up a room, and eyes that can make you feel alone together in a crowded room. Never is he one to simply fade into the background.

And yet tonight, there's just something more . Maybe it's the glitter - but he wasn't wearing any when he showed up to the speed dating venue and still managed to have half the room swooning for him.

Maybe it's the fact he's on your side of the bar tonight; not out of reach like he so often is. He waits with you, your elbows on the bar, his arm over your shoulders, as your drinks are being made. It's Yeonjun tending Jeongguk's usual section for a change. His once blue hair is now back to its natural state, but he's just as charming.

"He's like my little protégé," Jeongguk coos, as you watch while Yeonjun makes a round of purple starfuckers for you both. Two each, straight on Jeongguk's tab, then straight down your throats.

Yeonjun's hair isn't the only thing that's changed since those first Purple Starfuckers. Glancing up at Jeongguk, still beaming over his protégé pride, you think of all his changes.

Arms just the same, there's been no additional tattoos. The eyebrow piercing he once sported had been removed perhaps a month or so post-star-fucker-introduction. His lip ring remains, and you're thankful for it - although you do want to curse out how often it has you looking at his lips.

Pretty lips, you always think. Thinner than what you usually go for, but perfect in shape.

"Fuck off with those eyes of yours," he says, passing over the next shot to you. Mouth gasping in shock, you feign innocence - but he doesn't buy it. "You know what you're doing."

He lets his hand stroke down your back. Squeezes at your waist. Runs his hand back up. Squeezes at the nape of your neck, now. His eyes shine like a magpie's nest, and you consider maybe that's why he keeps you around. Just loves stealing the remains of your sparkle - only ever the spares. The stuff you're willing to give away. Would never steal directly from you.

Smiles, as he insists. "You know ."

And sure, maybe you do know - but you're a liar when it comes to your intentions, not just to him, but to yourself.

"I know nothing of the sort!" You protest, a serene smile on your lips, and a look in your eye that Jeongguk knows he'll never get over. Would be impossible at this point. Raising the shot class up to cheers against his own, you laugh. "To never settling."

Jeongguk raises his plastic shot glass. Narrows his eyes, but agrees. Has a coy smile on his pretty lips as he says, "To never settling."

You haven't relayed the full conversation between you and Seojoon to Jeongguk yet. Just said it was clear that you wanted different things out of life. Part of you is a little bit scared that perhaps he'll share Seojoon's views.

Though you suppose it doesn't really make all that much of a difference, does it? Not when you're just friends.

You order up another drink - vodka coke for you, whiskey sour for him - to see you through the next half an hour or so. You've never had Jeongguk all to yourself on a dancefloor, and it seems a shame to waste time by the bar when you could be there instead.

Beaming like an ultraviolet light as he tugs on your hand, pulling you into the crowd with him, Jeongguk isn't shy about how pleased he is. Calls you Disco Ball, 'cause it's apt - and the way you shine in his direction as he says it only proves this.

There's a sea of moving bodies, but it feels like Jeongguk is parting the tides. For you, he's capable of that. Will do the impossible. Go above and beyond. Just like a good friend should.

The spot you end up in is dead centre amongst the madness of the club. There's a sheen to his skin that isn't from the glitter, but instead from the heat - and yet you find that you don't mind it. In fact, if anything, you like it.

Pheromones, you assume. It's what you'll put it down to. Is probably correct. Also probably has something to do with the fact that you normally only see him like this after a couple of rounds tangled in his sheets.

Improper thoughts, you scold yourself. Move your body to the beat of the track playing; drink in one hand, while the other snakes around Jeongguk's neck.

He doesn't really think much of it as he reciprocates; drink in one hand, his other snaking around your waist.

There's a closeness to you that can only be explained away by the intimacy of your friendship. That's what you tell yourself, as if there aren't strangers in the club sharing similar embraces. Your friendship has very little to do with it.

It's your desire to prevent anyone else from infringing upon your time spent together that keeps you close. It's territorial. An indication for any who glances your way to back off.

He's keeping you guarded, and you're reciprocating.

From the bar, when he captures a glimpse of you both, Yeonjun smiles. Sends a message to Jeongguk.

Bet you 10,000 won that Disco Ball is going home with you.

It's not even that you want to go home together (even though you inevitably will). It's just that time together like this is rare. Jimin's always around, or Danbi, or Tae. All three, a lot of the time.

Not once have you ever been in Dionysus like this together, just you two.

And so while no, Jeongguk has no intention of seducing you tonight, he also doesn't want to give anyone the chance to either. This is his time, and he wants to spend it with you, and you alone.

The people around you blur into one large mass; like traffic in a slow-shutter-speed photograph. They're moving, and you're aware of this, but you aren't paying them any real attention. Why would you, when you've got Jeon Jeongguk right in front of you?

Neither of you seem to be able to dance properly. There's a beat, and you're keeping to it - but you're more focused on aggressively shouting the lyrics of the current song at one another.

You've not heard it since middle school - yet word for word, you both remember it.

It's some song from a movie that girls your age loved as teenagers; one that Jeongguk has been made to watch by all of the girls he's ever dated. They're always impressed when they find out he's seen it already. Always swoon whenever he can dramatically sing along to the closing track.

Kind of like how you are, now.

One of the soft virtues of Jeongguk is how blissfully unaware he is of his charisma. You know that romance movies are commonplace in his apartment with Jimin - and know that if Jimin is also out drinking tonight, then tomorrow morning will be spent watching The Notebook as per usual - but you aren't naive.

You know that this is a film that has been watched by Jeongguk at the request of other girls.

He never admits it. When girls ask how on earth he's already seen it, he plays coy. Knows that it could ruin the flirt.

Funny, 'cause it kinda does the opposite for you. Doesn't make you jealous. Just makes you like him even more. Shows that he cares. That he values the interests and passions of the people he spends time with.

Easy, is being loved by Jeongguk. Or at least, you imagine it is. Imagine that no one would ever have to doubt his sincerity. That his affection works like a dam; once the barrier breaks, the truth of how he feels for someone would forever flow until the river dries up.

You're unaware of how hard his dam for you is working.

The pressure of the water he's keeping at bay is all-consuming. Takes all of his might for him not to let anything spill over. All it would take is a single drop for the rest to flow through. He worries you'll drown. Worries that a lack of restraint would ruin what is now pristine.

And so he's quiet about his feelings as he keeps you close in the shrouded haze of a club that will keep all of your secrets, if you ever dared to say them out loud.

Lifting your head up a little, Jeongguk reciprocates. Looks down. Dips. Nudges his nose up against yours. Neither of you close that tiny little gap; the one that will take you over the threshold of what you truly are. If he doesn't say a word, then it's okay.

The music is loud -yet the only things it drowns out are any sensible thoughts, bass beating around the room like the pulse of the muscle in your chest.

Jeongguk edges his lips a little closer. Could kiss you right now, if he wanted to. Probably would, if he thought you wanted him to.

Instead, he shakes his head. Pulls away. Takes a sip of his drink. Grins.

"You're trouble, Disco Ball."

Such a declaration makes you laugh. You don't mind Jeongguk cutting the tension. It's sensible. Was one thing to kiss you in the privacy of a photobooth in Busan, but you live in this city. You never know who could be in the bar right now watching all of this unfold.

There are regulars in the crowd tonight; people who know Jeongguk, even if he doesn't really know them. Could make his life difficult if he's seen necking off with you. Could give the impression that punters aren't off-limits for him. Could get people trying to push boundaries, which is the least of what he'd want while he's working.

You simply shrug. "You seem to like trouble."

Jeongguk shakes his head once more. He doesn't like trouble one bit. Wants to avoid it if he can.

Shame, really, how he can't avoid you. Won't avoid you. Can't bring himself to.

You're a burr in his saddle, but he finds he likes the irritation. It's troublesome, and bothersome - but you're never a bother . He'll let you infringe on his thoughts endlessly because he loves the little scratch your presence has on his brain.

By the time it strikes midnight, you're drunk hiccuping in the courtyard that Jeongguk so often escapes to alone. Hasn't really spent much time there since the Hayun debacle. What once was a sanctuary began to feel like the scene of a crime. Guilt-ridden. Dirty. Evidence of his mistakes. No grievous bodily harm committed, but a knife was still taken to his heart. To his sense of self. Who he thought he was.

"I've missed this place," you say, as if you haven't only visited it a handful of times. Jeongguk stands at the door frame, arms folded, his defences still up. Just what this place does to him these days.

And yet as you ambulate the space, it's like spring is blooming. Flowers sprout where dirt once was. Branches welcome tiny birds. A shimmer follows you, like magic. A real-life Disney princess.

He's no Prince Charming. He knows this. Knows that he hasn't lived a life to deserve a heart so pure. Has done you wrong.

But he's also drunk, and spring is yet to come. There are no flowers, no birds. Just his imagination - though there is glitter.

He fails to consider that perhaps you don't want Prince Charming. He doesn't know your favourite Disney movie.

And so he asks.

"Favourite ever?" you ask, eyes lighting up like the skies on Gwangalli beach whenever there's a drone show. "Ohh, easy. Tangled."

"Tangled?" He asks, and then clarifies. "Rapunzel?"

Nodding, you bite down on your lip a little, watching as Jeongguk walks in to share the space with you. Takes a seat on the bench. Is overwhelmingly pleased that you choose to fill the space beside him.

"Flynn Rider is, like, the hottest Disney boy there is," you assure him.

"He's a cartoon," Jeongguk objects.

"So?"

"So-"

"You fancy Widowmaker," you deadpan, your knowledge of overwatch limited to what he's shared with you. You don't even know that he does fancy her - just know that it's bound to get a reaction, which is what you're aiming for.

"Okay firstly, I don't fancy Widowmaker," he protests, just as you had hoped. "I fancy D'va - and regardless! It's not the same!"

"It's worse," you laugh. "At least you're meant to fancy Flynn Rider-"

"Oh c'mon! She's cute-"

"And so is Flynn!"

"Yeah, but it's not like he's Prince Charming, or anything like that," Jeongguk pouts.

"Exactly," you laugh. "Who wants that? He's boring."

"He's literally Prince Charming," Jeongguk states. "Doesn't everyone want him?"

Laughing, you shake your head. "Fuck, no. Flynn is funny . He's arrogant, yes, but that's what makes him so charming. He doesn't pretend to be a good guy. You know he's a dick and you love him regardless."

"So that's what you're after?" Jeongguk questions, even more confused. "An asshole?"

"No," you insist. "'Cause he's not really an asshole. He's got a good heart - but he's not perfect. He's got a personality. I don't know about you, mate, but perfection is the worst trait you can look for in a partner. Will forever be disappointed."

Perhaps that's Jeongguk's issue. He's always been a perfectionist. Holds himself to a higher standard than you could ever imagine - and always mistakenly assumed you held him to it, too.

"And I mean, we all have our flaws. Nobody is perfect," you follow up, almost as if you know exactly how his brain works. What he's thinking about.

"Do you ever wish..." he starts, but trails off. Is thinking about what he considers his own flaws. Wants to know how you perceive them. Contemplates what he's about to ask, and then thinks fuck it . "My lips. Are my lips okay?"

A little surprised by his question, you laugh. "Sorry?"

He doesn't say 'forgiven'. Is too caught up in his own head.

"Like, are they enough ? Do they feel okay?" He ends the question with a purse of his lips, his fingers reaching up to trace the outline, as if he's checking that he does, in fact, still have some.

"What are you on about?" You ask, utterly confused, as if you've ever given him a reason to think you don't like them.

Of course you like them.

"When we kiss," he clarifies, as if his thoughts are obvious. "Are they okay?"

"What?" You laugh awkwardly, almost affronted by his lack of confidence. It seems so unlike him. Granted, kissing isn't really a topic that you speak about - mainly because it's on your list of banned endeavours - but you've been kissing him an awful lot lately. Kind of thought it spoke for itself. "Why would you think they're not? Did someone say something tonight? During the dates?"

He shakes his head. If anything, it was the opposite. Had a few women tell him that they'd never kissed anyone with a lip ring before. Said they'd like to try it.

"Your lips are fine," you say, but realise he needs a little more than that. Is obviously insecure about something. You never want him to feel that way. "I like them, I mean. You're a good kisser. Really good. No complaints. 10 out of 10."

He narrows his eyes. Seemingly doesn't believe you.

And so you narrow yours back. "Are you trying to get me to kiss you, or something? To prove your point?"

Jeongguk looks almost offended. "What? No! I just..."

The way he rolls his head back and groans is so adorable that you think maybe you should just kiss him.

"I met your ex, didn't I?" He reminds you. You grimace. Suddenly see what he means. "And like..."

"Gguk," you say tenderly, but he just pouts.

"We've both seen Jimin," Jeongguk continues. "And even fucking Seojoon."

You hide the smile that teases your lips when Jeongguk refers to Seojoon like that. Kind of sounds like he's jealous.

"They've all got, like, dreamy lips," he says.

"Dreamy?!"

"Yeah," he frowns. "Like... clouds. Big. And mine are so-"

You clasp his wrist to stop him from touching his lips again. "Gguk, I like your lips. I like how you kiss. I wouldn't do it if I didn't."

He doesn't voice a response. Just continues to stick his bottom lip out a little, lip ring doing the thing in the most adorable fashion.

"Hey," you smile, holding his jaw delicately, angling his face to you. "Trust me, okay? There's nothing I'd change about you. You're more than enough as you are."

It's overcast tonight, and there's not a star in the sky. Doesn't really matter, though. Jeongguk's already stolen them all. Keeps them captive in his eyes. Shines them on you, when he glances down.

Letting go of his jaw, you lean your head on his shoulder, and look up to the darkness above you.

There's a giddiness in your stomach, like butterflies swarming on a summer's day, but it quickly becomes uncomfortable. Feels more like the nerves before a roller coaster drop - except the drop is never coming. The feeling just builds and builds, until it hurts .

Perfection is a trait that you know you lack. Seokjin was the one to ensure you knew this. And even though you don't really care all that much about Seojoon, he reinforced it tonight.

Pursing your lips, you wonder if perhaps you got it wrong. Just because you're not after perfection doesn't mean other people aren't.

"What's wrong with me?" you ask quietly.

"Hmm?" Jeongguk hums, not really sure what you mean. Hands in his lap, he's mindlessly twiddling his thumbs. Thinks there's nothing wrong with you. Nothing wrong at all.

"Why do they always want me to change?" you pout, a little vague but not meaning to be. You're just letting your drunk thoughts escape your lips, in the hopes it will ease the discomfort you're feeling. It's that, or cry. You really don't wanna cry.

Jeongguk is silent for a moment. It feels like forever, but is only a few seconds in reality.

"Because they're stupid," he finally replies. Wanted to say something more eloquent. More intentional.

That's the issue with that dam of his. Keeps everything at bay. Prevents him from telling you the truth of the matter; that he'd adore you regardless of your changes just as much as he adores you now. The fabric of who you are is a blanket he'd glady wrap himself in forever.

It does at least make you laugh - but as much as it softens the ache in your chest, you still feel just as inadequate.

"Maybe," you acknowledge. Pout. "But if I'm not even enough for idiots, then I'll never be enough for someone worthwhile, will I?"

He wants to curse the world for how cruel it's been to you. You have love and laughter in your life. An abundance of it. People who care, and people who give a shit. Yet you're forever changed by the men who couldn't give you enough. The people who didn't give a shit. He doesn't understand humans are wired this way, but knows he's just the same.

"Look, B," he sighs. Repeats your own words back to you. "You are enough as you are. More than enough. The issue is that the people you've dated. They haven't been enough. Not enough for you, not enough for themselves."

You think this is incorrect. Think that Seojoon had his shit together. Think that Seokjin did, too. It was you who didn't. You're the problem.

"But Seokjin wa-"

"Was the most vapid asshole I've ever had the displeasure of meeting," Jeongguk interrupts you before you can even think of a way to end that sentence. "And the fact he got to fuck you is criminal - let alone be loved by you."

Silence resumes. There's a crack in Jeongguk's dam.

He has to stop talking, or it will rupture.

Your feeling of inadequacy only grows. Too much? Not enough? Fuck. It's all such a mess in your head. Jeongguk said it himself that love is supposed to be easy. Supposed to feel like peace. You're not sure you're capable of that.

Sensing your upset, Jeongguk sighs. Whispers, so that his dam doesn't hear him. "You're really easy to love, B."

He glances down towards you, too. Toys with his lip ring like he so often does in times of uncertainty. Realises he's said too much. Fix the crack, twat.

"I just mean, like, look at all of us," he says, broadening the scope of the declaration. "Danbi, Hoseok, Jimin, Tae, Seoyeon... like need I go on? People enjoy having you around. Our lives are better with you in it."

Softly smiling, you shrug. "It's a little different though, isn't it?"

And the answer is yes. Of course it is. Platonic love is incomparable to romantic love - but it's still just as valid. He expects everyone to adore you just as much as he does.

Tells himself that the way he loves is that of a friend.

Everyone feels this way about you. Everyone loves you. I'm not special.

"Anyways," you dismiss, getting to your feet. "The night is young - and we've got starfuckers to drink."

He takes the hand that you outstretched for him. Let you pull him to his feet. Pulls his phone from his back pocket just to check the time - 00:36.

"Oh, that little fucker," Jeongguk laughs as he presses the lock button. His notifications are pretty full - generic shit like idle game updates and weather warnings for the cold night ahead.

The one that catches his attention is from Yeonjun. He tilts his phone so that you can read it, not caring to hide any of his notifications from you.

Yeonjun: Bet you 10,000 won that Disco Ball is going home with you.

With a pretty laugh, you dismiss it. "Boy's got a gambling problem."

"You're telling me," Jeongguk agrees - but knows Yeonjun is perfectly fine. Is just great at making money. Only places bets he knows he'll win.

And it's proven right not even an hour later. You're giggling with Jeongguk, hand in hand, unable to walk in straight lines as you head for the door.

"Hold on," you say to Jeongguk with a smile that he just knows means trouble. "Forgot something!"

Letting go of his hand, you dart back towards the bar. You shouldn't run, and you know this, but you're being speedy. Wanna be back with Jeongguk before he finishes walking over, following you. It's not like it matters. He's got a clear line of vision with so few people left in the bar.

Can see exactly what you're doing as you reach into your bag for a slightly bent-up 10,000 won bill. Sliding it across the bar to Yeonjun he looks confused - for about 3 seconds, at least - until he glances over to Jeongguk.

"Bye!" you beam, and dash back towards Jeongguk, glitter sparkling in the selective lights of the bar. Yeonjun doesn't even get a chance to tease you, but it doesn't matter. He'll just rip the absolute shit out of Jeongguk tomorrow night when he clocks in.

Jeongguk is well aware that this will happen, but he doesn't care.

You've been off limits since the moment you stepped foot in Dionysus - "She's fucked," Jeongguk had told him on that very first night. " You're going nowhere near her." - but he likes the added confirmation that Yeonjun can't have you. Not when you so loudly declare yourself as Jeongguk's without even a single word exchanged.

"C'mon," you say, greeting Jeongguk, and walking straight on by him, outstretching your fingers to brush against his.

"I hope you realise what you've just done," Jeongguk almost warns as you leave the club together.

"I've settled your debts," you simply shrug, turning to face him as you walk backwards for a step or two. "I'm being a good friend."

The look on your face as you turn back around suggests that you know full well what you've done.

"You're gonna put ideas in his head," he calls after you, a lopsided grin on his handsome face, stars sparkling in his eyes.

"Good," you simply shout back, turning around to head further down the path. "Let him use his imagination a little. It's good for a developing brain."

Arms crossed over your chest, you're a little chilly. The temperatures always drop at night, and you're not really dressed accordingly. Left your jacket in the staff room. So did he. Too drunk to care.

But you also know that wherever you go, Jeongguk will follow. Something about stars, and spirals, and orbits. Shit you don't care to think about when you're too tipsy for your own good, and in search of refuge.

Could be a food stall, picking up some steaming eomuk, or could be in yet another bar - but this time one where you could talk properly, not just shout lyrics at one another and down one too many vodka cokes.

Jeongguk's been on a cocktail of whiskey sours and starfuckers all night, yet it's you he's drunk on.

Catching up with you, linking his arm around your shoulders, he doesn't care for food, or for another bar. He wants you. Wants his bed. Or yours. Doesn't wanna fuck. Just wants the only real refuge he'll ever need.

"Yeonjun won the bet?" Jeongguk confirms.

"Yeonjun won the bet," you nod.

"Okay," he smiles. "So your place or mine?"

You hold your fist in front of you. "Rock, paper, scissors."

Jeongguk loses. Picks scissors. Gets blunted by your rock. "Best of three?"

You pick rock again. Jeongguk goes for paper.

"Fuck," you giggle - not that you care. "Rock, paper scissors - oh, shit."

He holds his fingers in the scissor gesture, while you hold your hand flat. He's won. Lifts his arms. Yells a cute little 'woo' in celebration. "Take that, sucker."

"Oh noooo," you pout. "So sad. Hate your place."

"Oh, yeah?" He grins. Likes your tone. Knows your flirting. Encourages it.

"Mhmm," you smile right back, both dwindling on your endeavour back home. Coming to a stop, you're both aware that the way you're holding the front of his shirt to keep yourself balanced is a little too friendly. Makes him wanna do all kinds of silly things. "Hate your room."

"Yeah?"

"Hate your shower."

"So you don't want one?"

"Don't want one."

"Not even if I'm in it, too?"

"Want one even less."

He shrugs. Smirks. "I'll shower alone then. Your loss."

You narrow your eyes, as if you aren't feeling utterly shameless. "Your loss."

He's just as shameless. Fucking nods. "Yeah. It will be."

There are a million thoughts racing through your mind. They shine over Jeongguk; refracted light painting his skin in your utmost desires, and warmest of wants. You're a disco ball in every sense of the word, and Jeongguk knows that despite his flirt, it is his loss.

"Let's go home," he says quietly.

Casual in the way he groups his home as being yours, too, Jeongguk thinks nothing of it. Nor do you. There's no deep gravitational change. No alteration to the fabric of your lives. It's been this way for a while. Will likely stay this way for a while.

Standing on the corner of a street with Jeongguk, you wait quietly for a taxi. Neither of you care to fill the silence. Just let the sound of the city fill the empty space. Are quite content. A bit sleepy now that the alcohol is wearing thin.

When you yawn, he strokes your arm. Warms you up. Manages to hail a cab, and insists on you getting in first. Routes it for his place. Holds your hand the entire ride home.

By the time it arrives, you're yawning tenfold. Jeongguk knows a shower is off the cards. Will just crash. Get one in the morning. Doesn't mind. Kind of just wants to sleep, too.

Sitting on his couch, heat pack in your hands trying to warm up while Jeongguk grabs you both a drink before bed, you let your mind drift to the evening that led to this point.

Had started the night convinced you'd be going home with Seojoon. Would have been your third date. Would have been perfectly acceptable to break the invisible barrier of sex.

Realistically, given your relationship with sex and intimacy, the idea had been scaring you a little. Even if you didn't care for Seojoon romantically, the intention was there. The sex wouldn't have been casual. Would have been the first time in a long time that you were fucking someone with intention beyond feeling good.

And yet as you watch Jeongguk be his typical, attentive self, you know that sex with him goes beyond that. That's the whole point. You're opening yourself up to intimacy. A foolish thing to have done with someone who had no intention of loving you.

"Do you want kids?" You blurt completely out of the blue. Thoughts of the night have taken charge of your tipsy tongue, and you don't care to stop it.

The topic of conversation could be considered heavy. You know it was when you were conversing with Seojoon earlier. It's different, now. Different with Jeongguk. Things always are.

"Kids?" Jeongguk asks as he's filling the glass with water from the fridge. "As in, my own?"

There's a soft tentativeness to the way he looks at you, passing you the glass of water, unsure of where you're going with this. "Yeah. Do you want kids?"

"Right now?"

"No," you laugh. He sits beside you. Mirrors you. Crosses his legs. Takes the glass of water back from you just for a single sip, then returns it. "Just like, in the future."

He pauses for a moment. Isn't sure if this is a trick question or not. Decides that honesty is the best policy when your tone is so sincere.

"I want a family," he quietly admits. Isn't looking at you, but is instead toying with the dainty silver chain around your ankle. "Kids are a part of that, yeah, but I want the whole thing. Want a partner, and a dog, and a house... Want that fairytale type of shit," he laughs softly. It feels embarrassing to admit.

You don't think it's embarrassing in the slightest. You think it's nice to hear his dreams. Know all about the restaurant, and what he wants for his livelihood. Aren't so sure on the actual life he wants to live.

With a candid smile, you question further. Wanna see what his idea of a happy life is. "What kind of parent do you think you'll be?"

The room is quiet, no television or Jimin-related noises to disturb the sanctuary you find yourselves in. The city roads outside are vacant save for a few taxis at this time in the morning.

Jeongguk looks over to the mirror in the corner of the living room - the one adorned with dozens of photo booth pictures, and spots the one he'd taken with his parents on their last visit to the city. Always up for a good time, he's lucky to have such a good relationship with them.

"My dad was always the stern one," he divulges. You've met his father, now. Feels right to Jeongguk that you should know more about his relationship with his parents. He was lucky to grow up with an abundance of love. It's what's shaped him into the man he is today. "Don't get me wrong, I love him, and I respect him, but it was always mum that I went to when things went wrong. It was always her hand I wanted to hold as a kid. I don't want my kids to feel like they can't come to me. And like, what - 50% of marriages end in divorce, right? I never want that, but, like - imagine it. Getting the kids for visitation on the weekends? Barely having a relationship? Yeah. No."

He shakes his head, knocking the idea of a broken home out of his head, before he continues.

"I want a family. Not for a while yet, though. Got so much to do yet, and like, I don't think anyone our age really has their shit together yet, do they?" he nudges you fondly, and you find yourself comforted by his words. "So I'm sure whoever I end up with has lots to do, too."

The look you give him is coy. One that he can't quite work out - and quite frankly, he doesn't care to figure it out. Overthinking right now would only ruin one of his favourite evenings he's ever spent in Dionysus.

"I think you'll be a good dad," you admit quietly. "The best dad."

The compliment is heavy. Implies that you're thinking about the future. Thinking about him in the future. Long hair cropped a little shorter, formal shirts worn for PTA meetings. Thinking about the tattoos on his skin, and the glittery gel pens that a pair of small hands would use to colour them in.

You won't have been the first person to consider this, granted, but you might be the first to imagine glitter pens instead of regular markers. Of course you would, though. Your children will inevitably take after you - but then that would also mean you're thinking that Jeongguk's children will be yours .

Shaking the thought from your head, you decide that such silly little ideas are dangerous. Change the topic.

"Do you want any more tattoos?"

It's a stupid question. Something you already know the answer to, for it's already been discussed.

He entertains the question regardless. Shrugs. "When I've got cash to spare, maybe. No plans at the moment, though."

Nodding, the mention of finances reminds you of his plans.

"When's your meeting?" you ask. "The one with the bank?"

It's been at the top of Jeongguk's to-do list ever since he finished his final exam. It's step one of his plan to open his very own pork belly place. With everything that's been going on lately, he hasn't had the chance to spend an entire morning in a stuffy beige room begging for a business loan.

"14th," he says nonchalantly. Still a couple of weeks away. It's not even April yet. "It's a Tuesday."

"Black day," you reply. The annual celebration (or commiserations) for single people. He nods. "Why don't we go for food after? Danbi's ditched me this year. Went and got herself a boyfriend."

Jeongguk laughs at your dismissive tone, as if it's not Taehyung she's dating, and as if they aren't your favourite couple.

"You not working?" he asks, thinking that you'd normally be in the art cafe on Tuesday afternoons.

Shaking your head, you explain that the rota had been worked out so that both you and Hoseok had the day off. "Everyone else is in a relationship. It'd be cruel to make the only two singletons work on our special day."

"Hoseok not wanna come for food too?" Jeongguk checks, not wanting to exclude your friend. You shake your head.

"He's already said he doesn't want to see anyone nor do anything."

Jeongguk nods, but says, "Well, extend the invite regardless."

Assuring him you will, a big sip of water filling your cheeks, Jeongguk is pleased to have you around during times like these. Thinks black day would be shit without you. Has spent the last few black days working shifts at the bar. Would watch punter after punter drown their sorrows, only to then cry out all of the alcohol they had consumed.

"Anyways," Jeongguk waves his hand in the air. Changes the topic back to what you had been discussing previously. Had shit he wanted to say before you switched it up. "You'll be a great mum. I mean, if you have kids. Think you'd be great at it. Would somehow be both the fun parent and the stern parent."

Realistically, Jeongguk thinks you'll be great at anything you put your mind to.

"Maybe I should just get a donor when I'm ready," you laugh. "Single parent that shit."

"Well," Jeongguk smirks, getting to his feet. He's sleepy. Knocks his head to encourage you to join him. "If you ever need a donor, I'm far cheaper than a clinic. Would mean you'd have to shag me again, though."

"Our kids would be monsters," you laugh, following his lead into this bedroom. "Little gremlins."

"Nah, they'd be cute," he insists as you both begin to get ready for bed in the most innocent of ways.

"What if you're already settled down?" you question, picking up one of Jeongguk's shirts from the back of his chair to wear for bed. "By the time I'm ready for a donation?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," he shrugs. Doesn't really see a world in which he settles down with anyone but you, these days. Knows you're more likely to settle first. He frowns at the thought of it - and as soon as you're under his duvet with him, he pulls you close.

You don't realise he's pouty. Stroppy. Annoyed with his own mind.

Turning in your position so that you're facing him, the darkness of his room obscures him from you. Closing your eyes, you don't really care. Nudge your nose up against his, like you so often do.

"Tonight was fun," you whisper. He nods. Lets his lips brush against yours.

"I like it when it's just us," he admits. Probably wouldn't say it if he was sober.

But you probably wouldn't nod back, either, letting your lips brush even more intentionally against his.

And you definitely wouldn't say, "I meant it, y'know. I like kissing you."

Jeongguk wants to swallow down his nerves - but doing so would mean pressing his lips together. Knows that it would escalate things.

So instead, he grips your waist. Nudges a little closer. Is overwhelmed with a zealous need for reciprocation. Whispers, "I want you to kiss me."

When you smile, Jeongguk can feel the curve of your lips.

He thinks he might die.

"Say please."

He smiles now, too - and you think you'll die.

"Please, B," he simpers into your lips. Closes down on your lips as he punctuates his sentence. Welcomes the way your lips press up against his. Sink into the sensation of one another. "Please kiss me."

Even if this is what kills you both off, you know there's no other way you'd rather go than caught up in his embrace.

So you grant him his wish - and find that sometimes flirting with death can make you feel more alive than you've ever known.

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