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hysteria-things · 4 months

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TOUR (part one)

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt’s been on tour for about a month, meaning he hasn’t seen or done anything with you in a month. he takes matters into his own hands when he’s finally alone, but he does need your help with it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, mentions underage drinking, swearing, male masturbation, overstimulation (kinda)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 830

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: umm guys i literally woke up to over a hundred notifications??? thank you SO much i didn’t expect this to happen at all. i’m having so much fun with this🥲

my notes app is COOKING right now and the ideas are ideaing. you guys and your support makes me low key emotional LMAO

i want to try and post once a day but i might do more than once sometimes instead because i am HYPE.

also conflicted if i should make a part two so let me know!

it’s friday night and you’re sitting in your best friend’s living room. the two of you and other close friends come together some weekends to hang out. you guys have been laughing, drinking (despite being underage by a year), watching TV, or playing games. in the middle of laughing, you feel your phone buzz repeatedly underneath your thigh. you lift your leg to retrieve it, seeing an incoming phone call from your boyfriend matt.

“hey, sorry. mind if i take this?” you ask the group, lifting your phone so they can see the screen.

“not at all.” your best friend smiles.

you get up from the couch. “thanks. continue the game without me.”

you speed walk to the bathroom and close the door accepting the call and bringing it to your ear. “hello?”

“hey.” he breathes out.

“hey, you.” you smile. “how are you doing?”

“fine,” he says. he’s silent for a beat before speaking again. “sorry i didn’t talk to you much today. it’s been busy, but we just finished the tampa show.”

you haven’t seen matt in over a month because he’s been touring with his brothers across the country. you couldn’t be more proud, but you guys miss each other like crazy.

“did you win?”

“damn right i did, baby,” he says hoarsely. he sounds a bit strange to you, but you shrug it off as exhaustion. doing shows almost every day can wear somebody out.

but oh boy are you wrong.

on the other line, matt sits on his bed in the tour bus with his hand wrapped around his dick. your recent post on instagram is displayed on his screen as you talk about your day on the other end, having no clue what’s happening.

the post consists of you posing, wearing a short navy blue dress. your tits practically spilled out of the top.

“…was crazy.” you finish. “anyway, is tour fun so far? it’s almost over already.”

“uh huh.” he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back. he hisses, his movements gradually becoming faster. he’s sensitive, and it hurts so fucking bad. he needs to release, but only you have the power to make him come undone.

“matt? you okay? you sound off.” you ask concerned.

“keep talking, baby. i’m so close.”

you go to say something, but instead, press your ear closer to the phone. you hear shuffling and grunting. it doesn’t take a mastermind to figure out what he’s doing.

“you’re being risky, matthew.” you say teasingly, a whine escaping his lips. he prefers being called matt, but with you, matthew rolls perfectly off of your tongue. “where’s everybody else, hm?”

“at the store,” he says shakily, his hand pumping faster. he takes his thumb and twirls it around his red tip where pre-cum is threatening to spew out. “i need to cum so bad.”

“then do it, baby. pretend it’s me making you feel so good,” you say seductively, biting your lip as you hear his sounds of pleasure.

you get that familiar feeling in your core, but because you’re at a friend's, you’ll feel weird doing it in her bathroom.

guess you’ll have to wait until you’re all alone.

“fuck.” he whispers, stomach jerking. he thrusts up into his fist a few times to finish the job. he whines as he makes a mess all over his stomach and thighs.

he whines again, purposely trying to overstimulate himself. “matt, don’t overdo it. you’re too sensitive.” you say, knowing he didn’t stop because you can still hear the commotion.

“please.” he exhales. “one more.”

“hold on,” you reply, opening the camera app on the phone. you pull the straps down of your dress and pull out your boobs, pushing them together and snapping a picture. you know how much matt goes crazy over them. you send the photo, waiting for his reaction.

you bring the phone back up to your ear to hear a sigh of “holy fuck” fall from his mouth.

“i need to fuck your tits so bad.” he groans, throwing his head back as he tries to reach his second orgasm.

you bite your lip to hide your smile, enjoying this a little too much. the wet noises on the other line drive you insane.

“i’m gonna— fuck, i’m cumming.” he lets out a loud moan as he makes another mess, his dick red and swollen. he’s still not satisfied, because you’re not there. he continues pumping his cramped hand, but you and he both know it’s no use.

“matt, that’s enough.” you say sternly. “don’t do it too much, okay? it’ll hurt.”

he obliges, removing his hand and lying there. his breathing starts to slow, but he’s still panting. “i miss you so much.”

“i miss you too.” you coo. “just a few more days, okay?”

“okay,” he mumbles.

you lied.

what matt doesn’t know is that you have a plane ticket for tomorrow, to fly out to ft. lauderdale for the last show.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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ggrapeejuicee · 4 months

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„Just… Pretend.”

summary: in which harry convinces you to spend your summer in cape cod with his parents as his ‘girlfriend.’ but everything is just pretend, your not actually his girlfriend and you never have wanted to be his girlfriend, you’ve never seen him as more than harry styles, the singer… but by the end of the summer will that change?

tropes (so far) : fake dating

part one

“It’s just for one weekend.” He pleaded, “Then you can go back to hating me. You never even have to talk to me again, I don’t care.”

You sigh, your head falling backwards with a groan. You did not want to do this at all, but he’d been persistently asking you for days.

“C’mon, please?”

You roll your eyes, “You’re on a date with a new girl every week, I’m sure any of them would be up for it.”

“I can’t just take anyone to my parent’s place.”

“Why not? Or how about you just tell them you’re not seeing anyone right now? They won’t care.”

“I just need you to come, alright? I’ll owe you one, I promise.”

“Why me? There’s a million other people you could take, besides I’ve already met your parents at a show, they’ll never believe we’re seeing each other.”

“And they really liked you!”

“There’ll be a ton of other people that they like too, Harry. Choose anyone else.”

“I can’t.” He sighs.

“You can.”

“I can’t.” He repeats.

You look at him with tired eyes, awaiting his explanation. You’d been over this a hundred times, you had no interest in pretending to be his girlfriend while he visited his parents over the summer.

“I already told them we’re together.” He says quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“What?” You scoff, “You’ve gotta be joking.”

“They just… They met you at the show, and they really did seem to like you, and they kept going on and on about how they want me to find someone who makes me happy and stuff and I shut them up by saying we’re together…”

“You’re unbelievable.” You say, annoyed.!

The fact he’d been telling his parents ridiculous lies without even telling you about it, when said lies actually involved you had pissed you off.

Harry’s parents were lovely, and a producer on his latest album you’d met them a couple times at shows- Especially during the LA residence where you and his parents sat through the concerts in a VIP booth. His mum was lovely, always smiling and knew every single lyric. She told you that she was in Harry’s 0.5% of top listeners on Spotify last year.

You thought that was cute.

 You couldn’t relate though, 5 Seconds of Summer were your top Spotify artist- Harry could never find out about that.

“They’ve been asking for me to take you to the beach house for months-“

“Months?!” You interrupt, “How long have you been telling them we’re together?”

He shrugged, “Since the end of the Forum residency?”

“Harry that was SIX months ago!” You yell, “I can’t pretend to be in a six month relationship with you, that’s ridiculous.”

He sits down on the couch, hugging a pillow.

“Yes you can. You practically know everything about me already. We spent every day of the tour together.”

“Everything about you in a career aspect.”

“Everything in general.” Harry corrects, “Sometimes I think you know more about me than I do.”

“I don’t. You’re just saying this because you’re convincing yourself that this ridiculous idea will actually work.”

“Name my first pet.”

“What?” You question. He was being stupid. There is no way you’d ever be able to spend two weeks with his parents over the summer, it was never going to work. It was a recipe for disaster.

“C’mon. You know the answer.”

He just kept staring at you. He wasn’t giving up. The longer you stayed silent the more intense his stare got. When he began to raise his eyebrows you’d given up.

“Max.” You mutter quietly, unimpressed with this whole game he was playing.

“And what am I allergic to?”

“Marshmallows, but you eat them anyway.”

Harry was grinning, and it was pissing you off. He was winning and he knew it.

“My favourite Christmas song?”

You rolled your eyes, “Christmas lights by Coldplay, but you tell everyone that it’s Merry Christmas Everyone because it’s a classic.”

Harry was giving you a ‘I told you so’ look. He wasn’t going to quit until you agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend.

You sigh softly, “Even if I agree to this… It could he really damaging for my career.”

“No one will find out.” His face was more serious now, and you could tell from the way he was looking at you that he meant it, “I’ll make sure of that.”

“But if if does-”

“It won’t.”

“But if it does, because there’s always a chance no matter what you think, then everyone will only think I got hired to tour manage because we’re ‘sleeping together.’” You say, using air quotes, just to further elaborate that this was all fake.

Harry had already got his grammy, he was at the peak of his career he’d be fine no matter what happened. But you were a female music producer in a male dominated industry, if people think you were only hired for this album because you’re fucking the singer- your career was over.

“If people find out I’ll kill you.”

“Does this mean you’re gonna agree?”

You nod, reluctantly.

“Thank you!” He jumps out of his chair, “I swear I’ll make it up to you, thank you so much.”

— — —

If you were in Harry’s position you’d be vigilant of everything, everyone, everywhere. You’d be paranoid of someone jumping through your bedroom window while you were asleep. But Harry was oddly calm. Maybe he was just like that. His lips were formed almost in a smile while he slept, and his eyes were moving under his eyelids- probably from a dream he was having. He wasn’t calm very often- recently he’d been very on edge and anxious about everything, it was nice to see him look so peaceful. You hoped for that sort of peace someday soon.

You had been in the studio going on six hours, and when he’d taken a break from recording so you could go over the tracks he’d managed to fall asleep in that short period of time.

You let him sleep while you packed up the equipment, putting things back into their assigned places, and didn’t bother waking him up until you were 100% ready to go.

“Harry,” You said softly, shaking his shoulder lightly, “Harry we gotta go.”

His eyes opened and he blinked a few times to adjust himself to the light.

“Huh?”

“We only had the studio booked until six, we gotta go.”

“Oh,” He sat up, stretching his arms and cracking his neck that had went into a cramp, “Sorry, don’t even remember falling asleep to be honest.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You shrug, “We got enough done today anyways. You deserve a rest.”

There were only three days left until the day Harry had said you were leaving for his parents place, and you had skipped over the subject every time he’d tried to bring it up. You didn’t really want to think about it because you were dreading it so badly.

“I’ll give you a ride home.” Harry said as you left the studio building.

“No, it’s alright.” You say, “I’ll just get an Uber.”

Harry glared at you, “Y/N, just get in the car.”

You glare back. But it had been a long day so getting a free lift wasn’t so bad.

“So.” He said, starting the car. “We gotta go over some things.”

“About the album?” You play dumb.

“… No.” He rolls his eyes, “Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not pretending.”

“Love, you gotta tell me some stuff about you. My parents are gonna ask me shit and I don’t have a clue what to tell them.”

You groan. You should’ve stuck to your gut and got an Uber.

“Like what.”

He shrugs, “What’s your favourite colour?”

“Purple.” You reply.

“Mines is blue.”

“I know,” You reply.

“What’s your favourite song?” He asked.

You laughed to yourself a little.

“Jet black heart,” You grin, knowing you’d get some sort of reaction out of this answer, “By 5 Seconds of Summer.”

“5 Seconds of Summer?” Harry scoffs, “They’re punks!”

You roll their eyes, “They turned to pop music and half of them are married, they’re hardly punks.”

“You know one of them dated my sister, right?” Harry groaned.

“Yep,” You grin, “And wrote a banging tune about it as well.”

“Don’t remind me.” He muttered.

“Look, you asked me a question and I gave you an honest answer. You can’t complain.”

“I know, I know.” Harry said, “You got any exes?”

You raise your eyebrows, “What?”

“This is the kind of stuff I need to know! Like I dunno if I’m your first boyfriend and all that.”

“Harry… I’m 24 years old. You’re not my first boyfriend.”

You said it almost as if he was your boyfriend. It sent a chill down your spine. This was going to be a long few weeks.

“Good to know.” He said.

He dropped you off outside your apartment.

“I guess the next time I see you will be for when we’re leaving, yeah?”

You nod. There was no studio session booked until after his vacation to Cape Cod, where his families beach house was, so he was right. The next time you see him would be at the airport.

“Flights at seven.” He says.

“Got it.”

The next few weeks were going to be hell.

part two coming soon…

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wlntrsldler · 2 months

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poisoned mercury | close as strangers (post chb)

a/n: okayyyy so i didn't give them an angst ending but i had to give into the angst monster at least once for this series so here's a bonus chapter for poisoned mercury. miscommunication galore. long distance is hard! two dumbasses in love!

song: close as strangers by 5sos

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"i'll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?" luke whispered, trying not to wake his bandmates up. the tour bus was large enough to house them while they were on the road, but it didn't really give the privacy he hoped for. chris was just across the narrow walkway from him and luke could hear his soft snores through the thin curtain that separated them.

luke felt his heart hammering in his chest when you didn't reply to him. he could still hear your breaths through the phone and you were just talking to him a second ago, so he knew you were still awake. you both had equally busy lives which meant that your phone calls were getting shorter and shorter each day. luke knew it was because you were booked with school and tournaments for field hockey and he was always exhausted after each meeting now that the band was working on their second album. luke knew all of this, but it didn't stop him from missing you. he was lucky to get a ten-minute call with you nowadays.

"baby?" he tried again, chewing on his bottom lip. he turned to face the ceiling of his bunk, the light from his phone casting a shadow on his face as he waited for you to say something. anything. "can i call you tomorrow?"

you sighed, "i don't know, luke. i have a busy day. it's a travel game tomorrow so i don't know if i'll be up late."

"oh," he cleared his throat, trying to hide his disappointment. he felt a little stupid that there were tears pooling in his eyes. so you can't talk tomorrow, it shouldn't be a big deal, right? except that luke felt like you were pulling away from him. little by little. and he didn't know how to stop it. it wasn't like he could drop everything to show up at your doorstep and fix things with you. if it was up to him, he would do it in a heartbeat, but you'd probably get mad at him for it, for abandoning his responsibilities as the lead singer of the most popular band in the world. not to mention the boys would be livid and mr. d and his mom would be equally furious.

"sorry, maybe next week?"

"yeah, sure," he replied, thankful that you weren't on facetime tonight. he didn't want you to see his face. "alright, i'll let you get some rest. go kill it tomorrow. g'night, five star."

"goodnight," you said, ending the call as soon as the last syllable left your lips.

luke groaned quietly, tossing his phone on the foot of his bed. he knew long distance was going to be difficult. it's been months since he last saw you, months since he was at camp half blood, sleeping in your bed and waking up to the feeling of your lips peppering kisses on his face. maybe he shouldn't have gotten so attached so fast, but it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter.

he got out from his bunk, tucking his feet into his slippers and made his way to the living room area of the bus. he sat on the couch, peering out the window to watch the empty roads ahead. they were on their way to nashville to meet with a producer that mr. d recommended. the second album was almost done, but it was missing something and none of them wanted to put out a record that didn't meet their expectations.

mr. d was already in tennessee waiting for them. he'd flown in from houston a few days ago with luke's mom and the rest of the poisoned mercury team while the boys were in atlanta for a movie premiere. they decided that a road trip was needed to de-stress after the glitz and buzz of the red carpet. it was nice to have some alone time with the boys. in their tour bus, luke felt like they were back in connecticut, just four friends fucking around, writing music, and eating junk food until their stomachs hurt.

he turned on the tv, switching to some random channel that he wasn't paying attention to. he just needed some noise to drown out his thoughts, but that didn't seem to work. all he could think of was you, his five star, and how much he missed you. luke wondered if you were having second thoughts about this whole thing. maybe he'd been too optimistic about things; maybe you weren't on the same page as he was; maybe you realized that it was too difficult to be with him.

a shiver ran down his spine as he spiraled into his thoughts. admitting to himself that something was wrong between the two of you left a bitter taste in his mouth because he didn't want to believe it. he saw you as his endgame, like nobody else in the world could compare to you, and to think that you may not feel the same about him... well, it was a difficult pill to swallow.

he wondered if he came on too strong, showed his cards too early, and seemed too clingy and lovestruck before it was deemed appropriate. you'd only been together, officially at least, for four months, most of which were long distance, but luke knew he was a goner for you way before that.

he silently cursed as the chill of the december air hit his skin. he should've worn a hoodie. he grabbed the small throw blanket draped over the armchair and placed it around his shoulders. he wished he got to see you over thanksgiving break because maybe you two wouldn't be in this rocky situation right now, but your coach ordered you and clarisse to stay on campus over break to sharpen your skills since you missed summer training. luke and chris were less than pleased with the idea, but they knew it was out of their control.

luke fell asleep on the couch that night after succumbing to the tiredness in his body. the sun was beginning to rise by the time his eyelids fluttered shut. he hoped that he'd wake up to a text from you, but when he woke up to the sound of the bus screeching to a halt in nashville, he realized it was the hope that kills.

“are you guys going to the fall concert?” silena asked, poking her head out of the bathroom. she was part of the planning committee for the unc fall semester concert and she’d been stressing over the logistics of it for weeks.

“lena, if we even tried to miss it, you’d kill us,” clarisse chuckled, putting on a coat of mascara. “you’ve been talking about this since we got back.”

the three of you were getting ready in your dorm. you and clarisse were roommates this year, thank gods for athlete privileges, and silena lived in the building next door in a single since she was an ra. how she had the time to be an ra, be a member of the music festival planning committee, and be a full-time student was truly beyond your comprehension.

“lena, calm down. it’ll be good,” you squeezed her shoulders as you passed by behind her, grabbing your lipgloss from the counter. “and even if it sucks, half the people in the crowd are either drunk or high or both and will probably not remember it.”

“true,” she snorted, curling the final piece of her hair. she unplugged her hair curler and gave herself one last look in the mirror, “i’ll see you guys there? i gotta go make sure shit didn’t hit the fan.”

you and clarisse nodded as silena said her goodbyes. you dabbed on some lipgloss, glancing down at your phone every few seconds. clarisse side-eyed you, unable to hide her smile, “you waitin’ for a text?”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes at her teasing tone. she didn't really know that your relationship was a little muddy at the moment. you weren’t the best at talking about your feelings and it felt wrong to talk about your relationship drama when clarisse and chris seemed to be going strong. “they’re supposed to land in los angeles ten minutes ago.”

“their flight probably got delayed, y/n,” she replied, “happens all the time.”

“no, i know, but just wanna make sure they’re safe, y’know?”

clarisse crossed her arms over her chest, “they’re safe or he’s safe?”

you ignored her question, opting to busy yourself with the weather app on your phone to avoid any follow-up questions, “how are you not checking your phone for a text from chris right now?”

she shrugged, “he always knocks out on long flights so i don’t expect a text until he gets to their hotel.”

“how are you and chris, by the way? i know we live together and shit, but i feel like we haven’t gotten to talk about it in detail since we’re always so tired from school and practice.”

“we’re good,” clarisse hummed, “just miss him loads, though. i haven’t seen him since we left camp– what? four, almost five, months ago?”

you were in the same boat, kind of. you and luke hadn’t seen each other in months and you were getting antsy. they’d been on the road for the past few months, meeting with producers and fulfilling their contractual obligations. they hadn’t been in a set location long enough for you to be able to fly out to see luke, even just for a weekend.

at first, there were movie dates where you’d order each other food and eat and watch the movie on facetime together. there were weekly phone calls and daily texts, but nothing compares to the real thing. being with luke in person was something that you were craving. camp half blood spoiled you with having him all for yourself and now that you were back in school and he’s out in the world, it was beginning to weigh on you.

you missed him. a lot.

you missed kissing him and feeling his lips break out into a smile when you’d mumble something stupid. you missed feeling his arms around you, hugging you from behind while you got ready for the day. you even missed waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of him scribbling random lyrics on pieces of scrap paper he found in your room when he slept over.

long distance is hard and sure, luke wouldn’t be the type to cheat or do anything to jeopardize your relationship, but it still didn’t stop a knot from forming in your stomach every time a picture of him or the band popped up on your social media with a gorgeous singer, actor, or model that they ran into on the red carpet. what if he realizes one day that he wants someone who lives the same life as him? wild and adventurous, not tied down by school or sports?

a part of you felt silly for being so insecure about things. it was too early in the relationship to have this conversation, isn’t it? you knew that your avoidance of the topic was starting to affect your relationship with luke, as much as you wished it didn’t, but what if the minute you voice your concerns, he’ll realize that being with you was more than he bargained for? after all, you weren’t the same five star with all the time in her hands, care-free, and relaxed that he met at camp. there was a chance that luke would call it quits on this if you said anything and it felt like too big of a risk to take.

your phone buzzed on the counter, indicating a text.

from: luke <3

‘landed and jetlagged. gonna sleep for a few. enjoy the concert babe!’

you hearted the message and slipped your phone into your back pocket after sending him a quick goodnight text. the three dots popped up for a second, then in a blink, they disappeared. read at 8:43 pm.

“you ready?”

you snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of clarisse’s voice. you nodded and grabbed your small purse before heading out the door. you ran into a group of your teammates who were heading to the amphitheater across campus for the concert. the walk seemed to fly by as they cracked jokes and shared stories about random things. you stayed silent for the most part, only laughing along when it seemed like the right time, but your mind was somewhere else. your mind was in los angeles.

by the time you got to the venue, you and clarisse separated from the group to enter the vip tent, courtesy of silena. a small crowd was beginning to form in front of the stage, taking up the grassy field. charlie was already at the tent, sipping on an ipa when he saw the two of you. his face broke out into a wide smile, giving you and clarisse a quick hug before leading you to the seats he saved.

“season’s looking promising for you guys, charlie,” you commented, accepting the high noon he offered. “the team’s looking good out there.”

“thanks,” he beamed, “don’t think we’re on the level of national champs just yet like you guys, but we’re trying!”

“you guys are doing great,” clarisse chimed in, “the energy in the stadium is electric this year. makes me love college.”

“are you telling me the papers and tests aren’t what makes you love college, la rue?” charlie teased.

she snorted, “oh yeah, because i just love staying up until 1 am writing a paper on greek mythology for classics 101.”

the three of you fell into a comfortable conversation about the class you were all taking. it was a prerequisite class that most athletes choose to take because the professor was flexible with deadlines when it came to athletes. it was helpful especially when a team has to play beyond their season for tournaments or championships. about ten minutes before the opening act got on stage, silena rushed into the tent.

“guys, please you need to come with me. i need your help,” she said frantically. she was nervously tugging on her ‘staff’ badge around her neck, already halfway out of the tent as she waited for the three of you to follow her. “please, it’s an emergency.”

“woah, lena, what’s going on?” you asked, getting up to comfort her. you followed her through the crowd, grabbing clarisse’s hand to keep her close.

silena shook her head, continuing her march through the sea of people, “just come with me, i’ll explain when we get backstage.”

you and clarisse looked at each other, feeling bad for silena. she put in her blood, sweat, and tears into this concert and you knew that she would beat herself up over it if something went wrong. silena always put her all into the projects she’s passionate about, but sometimes things outside of her control happen and unfortunately, she blames herself for it.

in the whirlwind of ‘excuse me’s’ and ‘sorry’s’, the four of you managed to make your way backstage. it was chaotic. people were running around everywhere making sure everything was set for the opening act. the girl who was opening the concert was waiting by the wings, her guitar strapped across her chest as she took some deep breaths. the crowd wasn’t full yet, but you knew that if you were in that position, you’d still be sweating buckets. going out there on stage to perform for strangers was nerve-racking. you didn’t know how luke did it. you admired that about him.

“lena, are you gonna tell us what’s going on?” clarisse questioned, picking up the pace of her steps to match silena.

silena stopped in front of a door, slowly turning to face you and clarisse. suddenly, her stressed facade faded as she twisted the doorknob, “why don’t you see for yourself?”

if you weren’t so confused about what was going on, you would’ve seen charlie lift his can up to his lips to hide his smile at how proud he was of his girlfriend for her acting skills. when the door opened, your heart stopped.

luke was here.

he stood in the middle of the room beside chris with a nervous smile on his face. he was wearing a black leather jacket on top of a white tank top and black pants. his poisoned mercury chain hung from his neck, shining under the overhead lights. his hands were stuffed in his front pockets, shy and timid, as he waited for your reaction.

clarisse screamed when it hit her that chris was actually here. she ran to him and nearly tackled him to the floor. chris wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and laughed as she giggled into his neck. the two of them shared a heartfelt reunion before rushing out of the room to get some privacy. the sound of the door shutting behind you made you blink.

luke cleared his throat, right hand scratching the back of his neck, “hey, five star.”

the nickname brought you back to your senses. you ran to him, engulfing him in a tight hug with an ‘umph.’ at first, luke was tense under your touch, unsure if you’d be happy with his surprise, but quickly, he melted into you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing in content as your familiar scent surrounded him. he felt sparks coursing through his veins as you hugged him tighter and all he could think about was how good it felt to have you in his arms again. his mind was still reeling at your reaction. he didn’t expect you to run to him like this, especially not when it felt like you’d been avoiding his calls over the last few weeks.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him, pulling away to hold his face in your hands. your eyes twinkled as you raked over his face, still in disbelief that he was actually in front of you. “you’re supposed to be in la.”

luke couldn’t stop the lopsided smile on his face, “well, i lied? we were in nashville recording with your dad and he mentioned that he didn’t schedule a session for us this weekend in case me and chris wanted to take a trip to north carolina, so here we are.”

you ran your thumbs over his cheekbones, whispering, “here you are.”

“god, i missed you so much,” he said, voice breaking. “you have no idea how hard it’s been.”

you gulped, your hold on his face faltering a bit. if luke wasn’t on edge, he wouldn’t have noticed the falter in your step, but he felt the slight hesitation in your actions. your warm touch slowly peeled away from his face and he instantly regretted saying those words. here he goes being clingy again. he removed his hands from your waist, clearing his throat. he sat on the couch, motioning for you to sit beside him. he tried to keep his hands to himself when you left a space between the two of you.

“i still can’t believe you’re really here,” you said, staring at him. you wanted to lean over and hold him in your arms again, but there was a weird tension in the air that made you feel queasy. “i feel like i’m dreaming right now.”

“i hope you’re not mad that i’m here,” luke looked down at his lap, flexing his hands. he had to keep his hands busy or else he’d surely reach for yours and he didn’t want to come on too strong. he had to keep his distance. he didn’t want to scare you off any more than he already did. “there was just an opening in the schedule and i-i wanted to see you.”

“i’m not mad at all.”

“good, good,” he replied. silence. he forced himself to look up from his lap, twisting his body to face you. he bit his bottom lip, trying to build up the courage to ask his next question. “are we okay?”

“we’re okay.”

“okay because i feel like things have been different between us lately,” he pursed his lips, looking at you with sad eyes. his tongue poked out the corner of his lips, eyes darting between you and the wall behind you. “i don’t know. i feel like we haven’t talked in ages, y’know? and i know you’re busy and you have a great life here that i’m not really a part of, but uh, i wanna be, y’know? i don’t know much about school or field hockey, but it’s important to you and you’re important to me so i wanna hear about it.”

he was met with more silence. luke continued, “maybe i’m asking for too much when i ask you to let me be a part of this life, but uh, i miss you? and i just feel like i’m losing you and that’s the last thing i want. so you gotta give me something, five star. tell me what i can do to be better.”

“if you need me to back off, i’ll do it, you know? you call the shots. you tell me what you need from me, and i’ll do it, okay? i just– i can’t lose this. i don’t wanna lose you,” luke mumbled. “maybe this is all in my head too. i don’t know anymore.”

you shuddered, lip quivering, “i feel like i’m holding you back.”

“what?”

“come on, luke,” you flicked away the tear that trickled down your cheek, “you’re out there in the world doing what you love. meeting new people. living your life and i don’t want to hold you back from that. we met each other when i didn’t have all these responsibilities and who i was at camp is not who i am here and i know you love those impromptu adventures and trips and spontaneity. a-and i can’t give that to you.”

“you deserve someone who can live this life with you and i’m stuck here for two more years, luke. i can’t do that,” it was getting hard to breathe. your throat felt like it was closing up, cutting off your airflow. you’d been putting off this conversation for weeks. it didn’t feel right to talk about this over the phone, and you thought that you had a few more weeks to figure out what to say to him when you saw him for winter break, but he was here now. “you deserve more than facetime calls and text messages, and that’s all i can offer.”

“is this–” he paused, licking his lips. “is this not what you want anymore?”

“what?”

“this, us? is this just not what you want anymore?”

an involuntary laugh escaped you as you wiped under your eye, “castellan, i don’t think i could stop wanting you even if i wanted to. and you know when we first met, i really wanted to.”

luke moved closer to you, just an inch or two, trying to gauge your reaction. you didn’t move away, which he took as a good sign, “i’m confused. why do you sound like you want to end this then?”

“i don’t want you to settle for this,” you sighed, “i know what you deserve and it isn’t this.”

“bullshit.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him in disbelief, “what?”

“i’m sorry, five star, but that’s bullshit,” a small smile was tugging on his lips. he reached over to place a hand over yours. his fingers traced your knuckles, running the pads of his fingers across the familiar ridges of your skin. “i don’t understand how after all this time you still don’t realize that all i want is you. it’s ridiculous, really.”

“it’s ridiculous?”

“it’s ridiculous,” he chuckled wetly. his other hand rubbed at his eyes, clearing his foggy vision. “our situation isn’t ideal, i know that, but i’d take long distance with you over anything else with anyone else. don’t you get it, five star? you’re it for me. if this isn’t what you want anymore, i’ll accept that. but if you’re only doing this because you don’t think i want this… five star, i want it all with you. long distance. phone calls. text messages. weekend trips when we can get them. distance has nothing on how i feel about you.”

leave it to luke castellan to make you blush. you shyly looked at him, eyes twinkling with something more than either of you bargained for when you first met in that secret spot you call yours, “how do you feel about me?”

“i’m not gonna say it right now because i don’t want to have the first time be while we’re in a fight,” luke laughed. the air was starting to clear. “but i have a feeling you know.”

“i know,” you squeezed his hand three times, “i do too.”

“will you put me out of my misery and kiss me please?”

“always so fucking dramatic,” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes, but you leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

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sluts4matt · 30 days

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Could you make a fic where its Chris (or Matt) and you forget something in the tour bus because you were busy trying to find a top to match your pink fresh love sweats (He is also wearing sweats ofc 🤭). he is a little upset/mad at you and he starts walking to the bus and you run after him to help find it. you have a small attitude when he says he doesnt need help finding it. he gives you a little attitude adjustment and the both of you walk out of the bus with what you forgot but you got caught afterwards because somehow you put on the opposite pants

i cant write for the life of me but if i could i would make this so toe curling and sheet gripping

ty @mattsfavwh3re ily

BACK OF THE BUS - CHRIS

pairing: dom!chris x latina!reader

summary: as if you taking a while to get fully ready didn't irritate chris enough, the small attitude you catch with him when you forget something on the bus pushes him over the edge.

warnings: SMUT, p in v, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names (use of ma and princess), semi-public, degrading, rough sex, praising if you squint.

word count: 1457

author's note: this is why i sucked in school because deadlines were not my strong suit. back of the bus is finally here though, so i hope you enjoy reading it.

the tour bus had arrived in salt lake city a few hours before the third day of the show. your boyfriend christopher had invited you on his, nick, and matt's tour 'the versus tour'.

the boys each had an associated color and would be going against each other in mini games. "hurry up, ma," he huffs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he zips his camo pants up.

the two of you were in the back of the bus, getting dressed. "i can't find a top," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. your bright orange bra standing out against your tan skin. after all, you had to wear your boyfriends color.

"what about this?" you sigh, holding a small black top up to your body. he glances at it, nodding his head. "yep, just hurry, i'll be out here when you're done," he gives you a quick kiss, before sliding the door open enough for him to squeeze out.

he slides it shut once again and you huff, pulling the black top over your head. it landed just below your boobs. you slide on a pair of white and black nikes, sliding the door open.

"you ready?" the three boys ask in unison, their attention on you. you nod your head, humming at your friends.

the four of you were walking through the parking lot to the venue. the three boys had been talking and messing with each other the whole way, you had just been walking behind them quietly, texting.

chris nudged you with his arm, "who you texting?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "my mom," you mumble, shivering slightly as the wind blows. you shut your phone off, wrapping your arms around you.

"cold?" he asks, wrapping an arm around you. you nod your head before feeling around your pocket for your lip gloss. you patted each leg, frowning when you didn't feel the tube.

as a safety measure your hands go to your boobs, squeezing them. chris looks at you funny, "i left my lip gloss on the bus," you state, a pout on your lips. he sighs, rolling his eyes slightly.

"your strawberry shortcake one, correct?" he asks, already turning to walk away, not waiting for an answer. "yes," you say, quickly catching up with him, which was quite hard because his long legs were taking such large strides compared to your small one.

"i can go get it," you breathe, finally catching up. "don't need your help," he huffs, continuing to the bus. "but it's my lipgloss," you state, rather confused, though there was slight attitude in your tone.

chris stops, causing you to bump into him. he turns around, his hand gripping your jaw. "watch who you're copping an attitude with ma," he growls. you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him.

you bat your eyes innocently. "yeah?" he asks, tilting his head to the side, "gonna listen? or do i need to teach you a lesson?" he asks.

"teach me a lesson," you say, an innocent smile on your face. he harshly tugs you closer to the bus, tugging you up the stairs to the back where the two of you got ready.

he bends you over, your hands going to the wall to steady yourself. his hand collides with your ass, rubbing at the pink fabric. his other hand pulls down the fabric, revealing the thin fabric of your matching orange thong.

his hand collides with your ass, a moan falling from your lips. his hand goes to your ass cheek, rubbing it, trying to soothe the pain. "daddy's little pain slut," he mumbles, making a makeshift ponytail with your hair.

his hand connects with your ass again, causing a moan to leave your lips. his hands land on either side of your hips, his bulge pressing against your ass.

"please, daddy," you whimper, wiggling your hips against his. he hums, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses on the back of your shoulder. "daddy's little slut, so impatient," he says, his teeth tugging at your earlobe.

he tugs the thong off your hips, letting it fall down your legs, resting on your shoes. he spits onto his hand, rubbing the spit all over his cock.

his hand collides with the soft, tan, skin of your ass again, a moan escaping your lips.

his cock pushes into your warm hole, a gasp leaving your lips. "so big," you whine, pushing back into him. his hands grip your hips, a low grunt falling from his lips.

"i'll never get tired of that," he groans, beginning to thrust into you. "you like that baby? when my cock stretches your little pussy out?" he asks, his thrusts beginning to become faster.

a series of moans and whimpers fell from your lips, his thrusts bringing tears to your eyes. "yeah?" he asks, grunting, his grip on your hips getting tighter, "gonna cry? gonna be daddy's little slut and cry?" he asks.

you nod your head, whining. he smirks, his hands moving to the small of your back. he leans forward, his head pressing into the side of yours. his thrusts become rougher, his grunts sounding through the bus.

"so pretty and tight for me baby," he groans, his head dropping against the nape of your neck. you gasp, feeling his cock hit deeper inside of you. "d-daddy," you whine, his cock hitting against your g-spot.

"c-cumming," you sob out, your body shaking. your orgasm washes over you, a loud cry falling from your lips. "good girl," he mumbles, pulling out. you think you're done before chris is spinning you around, hoisting your body up.

your legs wrap around his waist as the tip of his cock prods at your soaking entrance. "you're so beautiful," he mumbles, thrusting his entire length into you.

your head falls against the wall, a low moan falling from your lips. "feel so good baby, so wet for me," he says, his mouth pressing against the side of your neck, his teeth biting and nipping at the skin.

your hands grip his shoulders, "cum in me," you moan, your head thrown back, giving him the perfect access to your neck. "yeah? want me to fill this pretty cunt?" he asks, his voice deep, vibrating against your skin.

you nod your head, biting down on your bottom lip. "use your words, ma," he grunts, his cock thrusting in and out of you. "mm, g-god," you squeak, not able to form them.

he tsks, a frown appearing on his face, "i know you can speak baby," he coos. "use. your. words," he grits out, his thrusts becoming rougher with each word, a cry escaping your lips.

"yes," you pant, his cock hitting against your g-spot, another orgasm washing over you. a high-pitched scream falls from your lips, your body shaking.

he doesn't stop thrusting, the overstimulation making your thighs shake, and a pool of heat settle between your legs. "yeah?" he asks, thrusting particularly rough, another scream coming from your throat, black mascara-stained tears stream down your cheeks.

"d-daddy," you moan, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your tear-stained cheek. "almost there baby," he mumbles, his forehead pressing against yours, his eyes fluttering closed.

his cock twitches, warmth filling your stomach, a low groan leaving his throat. you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck, your head falling against his shoulder.

his cock pulls out of you, the mixture of your cum dripping down your thighs. he held you against the wall as your legs twitched, still coming down from the high.

"you did so well ma," he mumbles, setting your legs down. your knees buckle, being able to feel his cum dripping down your thigh. he grips your waist, holding you up. he walks you to the couch, pulling a new pair of panties from your bag.

he slides them up your legs, kissing his way up. "gonna walk 'round with my cum in you, yeah?" he asks, a smirk on his lips.

he slides your pink pants up your legs, helping you stand before fumbling with the button. "so pretty," he mumbles, pressing his lips to yours. he grabs you a jacket, to which you gladly except.

he grabs your lip gloss and your hand, pulling you back out of the bus. he stops when you get to the last step. "get on my back," he tells you, knowing your legs were probably sore.

you climb onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms come under your thighs, holding you up.

he begins walking again, not paying mind to the crowd of screaming girls.

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 • eddie munson x reader

sequel to 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 • far too long after your rendezvous with that cute groupie you couldn't get out of your head, you finally make good on your promise to call.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 • 4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 • smut (18+ only), phone sex, m and f masturbation, discussions of oral f and m receiving and penetrative sex, subby eddie, pillow humping (kinda), fluff, pining, some angst, lots of dirty talk

Your manager was the one who convinced you to get a cell phone. It was a luxury item, it was a status symbol— it was bulky and heavy and you barely used it. She was still the only person who called you on it!

And you'd never even placed a call from the brick before, not in the first three months of owning it.

But, it's usefulness became more apparent when you were stuck on the tour bus, up later than usual, horribly bored. Not just bored, but… lonely, to put it nicely.

Your mind ran through some people you could call to take care of this problem, but it's not like anyone could get on the bus with you when you were going 75 miles an hour through the California desert.

That's when you remembered someone else; someone you'd never really forgotten.

Rolling on your side on the bed, you slid open your bedside drawer and searched until you found a folded up piece of paper. You opened it and beamed as you saw the numbers written in messy, boyish scrawl, snatching the phone so you could punch it in.

You held it to your ear as it rang, anticipation building.

"Hello?"

You smiled as you heard the familiar voice, blurting out, "Eddie?"

The next pause was so long that you almost worried you'd accidentally called the wrong number, but he finally broke it. "You know how long I've been waiting for you to call?" he laughed breathlessly.

"Sorry for the suspense, kid," you smiled. "Got busy."

"That new album— wow," he began immediately. "I was worried when you put out a ballad as a single, but damn— it was such a good record!"

"The label picks the singles," you explained.

"You just keep getting better," he sighed. "You're incredible."

"You flatter me," you cooed.

"How've you been?!" he asked excitedly.

"Uh, you know, the usual. We're doing a tour in Europe this time, kinda crazy," you hummed.

"Tell me all about it!" he encouraged.

"Oh, it's boring," you dismissed.

"No, seriously, I have a geography final tomorrow."

You laughed. "I forgot how funny you are."

"Well, I try…"

"And I forgot how sexy your voice is."

He paused for a second. "Oh, you think so?"

"Are you alone?"

"Y-yeah, whole place to myself," he agreed.

"Good. Because I want you to say some things to me that I don't need anybody else hearing."

You could all but hear his shiver, and you grinned. "Okay," he said shakily.

"Do you still jerk off to my poster?" you asked, point-blank.

"Yes," he answered instantly.

"Tell me how you do it," you instructed. "Tell me what you think about."

"Uh, fuck," he stalled as you slipped your hand into your panties. You were already just a little wet from hearing him talk at all. "I mean, like, how I do it physically?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, when I'm thinking about you I get hard in a half second… so I just lay in my bed and look at it— your poster is right on the other wall. And I get it out of my jeans and start stroking my dick."

"You don't use lotion?"

"Only when I'm feeling… extravagant."

You smiled. "And, not to be too cliched here, but what are you wearing?"

"Well, uh," he stammered, "I run this club at my school? And we make— I make— shirts for everybody. So I'm wearing mine. And my leather jacket, and some ripped jeans."

"Sounds cute," you smiled. "This club, it's not the I fucked a celebrity club or anything, is it?"

"N-no, it's just a club for Dungeons and Dragons."

"Oh right— that, uh, Satanic game," you nodded.

"Oh! It's not actually Satanic," he corrected, "it's just an immersive roleplaying experience where you roll dice and you can do basically anything you want. It's a fantasy game!"

"Oh," you frowned, "I think I liked it better when I thought it was Satanic."

He snorted a laugh. "But you probably don't wanna hear about that. You could always, uh, tell me what you're wearing?"

"Gonna be a pretty short list," you warned. "I've only got my underwear on."

"O-oh, shit," he hissed, "that's hot."

It was only because you'd stripped out of your performance wear and got too lazy to put pajamas on.

"It would be even hotter if you didn't have anything on," Eddie added, and you laughed but respected his boldness.

"Not while you're still totally clothed, pretty boy," you cooed.

"Well I can get naked in, like, ten seconds," he offered.

"Oh, I'm sure," you grinned, "but not yet. I want you to just touch yourself through your jeans first."

"You… huh?" he mumbled.

"I'm sure you've got a nice bulge going," you assumed, "just rub your dick through your jeans— get even harder for me."

"O-oh, fuck," he groaned. "Okay, I'm doing it…"

"Does that feel good?" you pressed.

"Not good enough," he whined. "Obviously I don't usually tease myself this much."

"Well, this will be a fun new experience for you," you decided. "I'm teasing myself too, if that makes you feel any better. I'm playing with my clit really slow and gentle…"

"Fuck," he grunted, "you sh-should play with your tits, too."

"Yeah? I was thinking about licking my fingers and running them around my nipples, what do you think?"

"I think if those are the fingers that were just on your pussy, then that's really fucking sexy," he replied.

"They are," you promised, and he growled through his teeth.

"God, do it, I wanna hear it," he encouraged.

Pulling your hand out from your panties and bringing it to your tongue, you wet your fingertips and circled your hardening nipples one at a time. Your moan was totally natural, and louder than you expected.

"You sound so pretty," he praised, "I— god, I'm squeezing my bulge way too hard and it's not even helping. I need to be in you right now."

"I'd be so much louder if you were," you imagined, shutting your eyes, picturing him above you again.

"God, please, I'm so hard," he whimpered. "It fucking hurts, I need to—"

"Get it out, Eddie," you offered, and you heard him sigh so hard it was almost a moan as the sound of fabric shuffling came through the line. At the same time, you put your hand in your panties again, biting your lip while you rubbed your clit properly.

"Can I jerk off?" he asked dutifully, and you grinned.

"No, right now I just want you to rub it on something," you decided. "Is there anything in your room that's as soft as me?"

"Fuck no," he sighed, "for that to be true there'd have to be a girl in here."

"Have there, uh, been any girls in your room since you last saw me?"

There was a pause, and it made your heart catch. "Don't tell me you're jealous," he realized, lowering his voice in a way that made you shudder.

"So what if I am? I wish you were all mine, pretty boy— nobody else should get to feel that perfect cock of yours…"

He laughed a little. "Well, there have been a couple girls since you rocked my world in that bus, darling," he admitted. "But they were nothing compared to you."

It still made your jaw clench angrily. He shouldn't have told you— you were going to go harder on him now. "Come on, Eddie, something to rub your cock on, I don't have all night here."

"Okay, well, there's… something here…"

You raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"Um… you remember when I used your extremely tiny bathroom before I left?" he mumbled, and you grinned.

"Yeah…?"

"Well, there was a shirt on the floor— a black one? I guess you changed out of it that day but, uh… I might have… taken it."

You smiled wide, feeling your cunt pulse as you imagined him that desperate. "Naughty," you scolded.

"It was this old KISS shirt and it smelled like you— and I actually sprayed it with your perfume while I was in there too and… there's still a little bit of your scent left on it. I get rock hard every time I smell it."

"Then rub your cock on it. Put it on your bed and hump it like the needy boy you are, hm?"

"Sh-shit," he groaned, and you heard the bed creaking under his weight. "Fuck, it's— god, you're so— shit."

You grinned playfully at his obvious disdain for the teasing, but he was helpless to you now. "Keep going, do it just how you would fuck me," you encouraged, "give that shirt the night of its life, Eddie."

"Ohhh baby," he whined. "Fuck, I'm so fuckin' hard… I-I'm leaking…"

"Hm, wish I could lick that up for you," you cooed, laughing when he moaned loudly.

"You're so dirty," he groaned, "the things you say— oh my god—"

"I just like driving you crazy," you admitted.

"Yeah? It's working," he sighed.

"Are you still humping the shirt, Eddie?"

"Yeah, how I'd fuck you, like you said," he agreed. "I'm giving it, uh, long strokes— that's what made you moan the loudest, before. And you liked it when I went really deep."

"Yeah," you agreed, back longing to arch hearing him talk like that. "I liked feeling your cock all the way inside— I was afraid at first that you wouldn't fit…"

"Y-you're making that up," he coughed.

"No, really, I wasn't sure I could take it…"

"Well, fuck, you did," he sighed, "you took it so well— all of me, all of my… big c-cock…"

"Uh huh," you agreed coyly. "You're good at this, Eddie, you're making me jealous of my own fucking shirt."

"Don't make me come on it," he whimpered, "cause then I'll have to wash it and your smell will be gone— please, it's all I've got left of you."

Ouch. Leave it to him to drop those little heartbreakers when you were trying to be sexy.

"You don't need to come on it, in fact you can stop humping it altogether," you decided. "Stroke that pretty cock for me Eddie, I wanna hear you moan."

It was so loud, poor baby, he was so sensitive. "Thank you," he choked out, and your heart twisted.

"Just think about how much better it would feel if it was me instead of your hand."

"So much better, god, fuckin' perfect," he whined.

You smiled to yourself. "Do you miss my pussy?"

"So much— I always think about it when I do this."

"She's so wet for you right now," you taunted, making him groan.

"God, what I would give to slide right into your wet little hole, let you feel this cock stretch you out— I wanna feel you cream on me again."

"Uh huh? What else do you want?"

"I want— I want you to suck me off again, your mouth felt fucking amazing," he added.

"Anything else?"

"A-and I wish I'd gotten a chance to eat you out when we were together— I would've loved making you come on my tongue.”

“Well,” you smirked, “I certainly wouldn’t have minded that…”

“Yeah? Then maybe I would’ve made you come twice,” he purred, “again.”

“Bet you’re still real proud of that,” you giggled.

“Proud is an understatement— I’m waiting for my trophy any day now,” he corrected. “Shit, and making you come with my head between your thighs? Holding your hips so I can keep you just where I want you? Tasting how bad you need me?”

You moaned as you rubbed your clit harder and faster, your hips starting to rock on their own as your pleasure grew.

“Fuck, do that again,” he grunted. “Moan for me again.”

You couldn’t exactly force it to happen, but you did slide two fingers into yourself— just to feel full for a moment— and your next sound was lower and needier. “God, I miss your cock,” you admitted with a sigh.

“Just say the word, I swear on my life I’d be driving across the country to see you,” he sighed.

“But you can’t miss that— ah, fuck— that geography final,” you purred, making him laugh.

“Guess not,” he agreed. “F-fuck, I’m close…”

“Good,” you praised, “I’m so hot imagining you coming right now— making a nice big mess, jerking your thick cock, listening to me, picturing us together again—”

“Tell me it’s gonna happen,” he groaned, “‘cause fuck, babe— I dunno how I’m supposed to go on knowing it was just one night.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be happy with just one night? That’s more than most people get.”

He paused. “I should be, yeah, but m’not. It was too good for just once— the way I feel about you, I can’t be happy with just once,” he admitted with a heavy sigh. “If you weren’t gonna make me yours, you should’ve never touched me.”

As fucked up as it was, you nearly came when he said that— but you managed to hold back. Not because you got off to sad things, but because you felt the exact same fucking way. “You’re mine, Eddie,” you breathed. “Mine— fucking mine.”

“Oh god,” he whined, “I-I’m gonna come. Fuck. Please…”

“Come for me, Eddie,” you ordered, but he surprised you by disobeying (for now).

"I-I want you to come when I come," he pleaded.

"No, then I won't be able to focus on how cute you sound," you laughed. "I need to listen closely so I can imagine you're pumping that huge load into me instead."

"Fuck," he groaned. "That's what I'm imagining too. It felt so good to come inside you…"

"I loved all that jizz dripping out of me for the rest of the night," you recalled, "it felt so dirty but I fuckin' loved it."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he whimpered.

"After you left, I tasted it," you admitted.

"Oh fuck!" he said again, yelping. "I-I'm gonna come, I'm so close, just— just tell me somethin'."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me you really care about me."

You gasped slightly. "Eddie, I…"

You surprised yourself when you realized what you were about to say. I'm falling for you. You tried to think of what else you could say, something that would be true and satisfy him without giving yourself away entirely. I think sometimes you're the only one who ever loved me for who I am. I miss you so much that I can't bring myself to call because I'll miss you more. I get scared because I worry you'd hate me if you knew me better. I regret letting you go even though I know it was right.

"I meant what I said before," you offered instead. "I need you."

"I— oh god— I need you too," he whimpered. "I'm gonna come, fuck fuck fuck!"

His high pitched whines dropped to a low, deep groan as he came— abrupt, choking sorts of moans that made it so easy to imagine every pump of hot come he was coating his bed with.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "fuck, I just… I came everywhere. Fuck."

He let out a breathless laugh and it was the sweetest thing you'd heard all day.

"I… I have no idea how to clean this up," he realized. "B-but you still need to come, right? Just tell me what you wanna hear, you can get off to my voice."

"I want to hear you beg," you decided.

"I— god, I'll try," he offered. "Uh, please? Please come…"

"Good start," you egged him on.

"I… I want you to," he kept going. "I wanna hear it, and I can imagine that I'm licking your cunt while you do it."

Fuck, he's not bad. "I'm close," you whispered, "Eddie, I'm close— just keep going…"

"Please, please," he whimpered, "let me hear it, come for me— I know you'll sound so damn good… please just come, I want you to feel as good as I do— you deserve to feel so good…"

You gasped as it hit you, a sharp stab of pleasure that made your fingers nearly cramp up— but thankfully they didn’t, and you were able to keep pushing yourself further and further into it.

“Fuck, s’good, you’re so good,” he praised, “you sound just like I remember— except, you know, you were louder with me.”

You smiled as you started to come down, hips bucking weakly while a wave of numbness settled over you. “Damn,” you laughed breathlessly, hearing Eddie laugh too. “I’ve actually never done that before. Phone sex— not masturbating, that I’m very familiar with.”

“I’m kind of surprised,” he replied.

“You thought I would’ve had phone sex by now?” you assumed.

“No— the masturbating thing,” he corrected, “I mean, you’re a superstar! You could just have this, like, endless line of guys who wait for you to get horny and you could have sex whenever you want.”

“Uh huh, endless line of guys?” you repeated, sinking into the sheets a little deeper— that relaxation that could only come in those ‘after’ moments only enhanced by talking with Eddie. He seemed to put you at ease so naturally. “I don’t have room for many more people in this bus.”

“Okay, then just one guy,” he added, his grin audible even through the layer of static. “One super cool, curly-haired, educationally-challenged metalhead guy!”

“Hm, he sounds like a lot of fun,” you considered, “and I do like the idea of getting laid every day.”

“Every—” he choked, starting over again as his voice cracked. “Every day?”

“What, worried you can’t keep up?” you smirked.

“Oh— no, that is… so not my problem,” he sighed, and you laughed. “I’m just dying a little inside because you’re calling me from heaven and I’m stuck in hell— which has been going by Hawkins, Indiana for the past several years.”

You smiled, softer than before. “I’ll send you a postcard. Wish you were here.”

“Yeah…”

The silence wasn’t quite awkward… it was comfortable, but somber, too.

“It’s too bad your tour didn’t stop in Indiana this time,” he finally blurted out.

“Oh, Eddie— I really tried,” you promised, sitting up. “But the venue changed their price, and the label wasn’t pleased, and I argued about it but—”

“Hey,” he interrupted with a laugh, “it’s fine. I’m a big kid, I can handle it.”

You sighed. “I know.”

“And I’ll wait for you,” he promised. “As long as you need.”

“Funny,” you laughed, “I always thought I was the one waiting on you.”

“Waiting on me to do what?” he wondered.

“Graduate!”

“Right,” he chuckled thinly, “that’s what everybody’s waiting on me to do. But I seriously don’t know if I can pass Ms. O’Donnell’s class.”

You sighed, shifting onto your side as you slipped under your covers; that orgasm took you out, and it was already later than you would normally go to sleep. “Tell me about it,” you offered.

“Well,” he sighed, “first of all, she assigns so much reading— and reading kinda gives me a headache…”

He talked for a while about it, venting about his issues, about the jocks in his class that bully him, about the teachers who didn’t really believe in him.

You listened, eyes getting heavier, the sound of his voice like a comfort for your mind similar to the blanket that was draped over your body. “And don’t even get me started on Mr. Young’s math class…”

“Eddie?” you interrupted.

“Huh?” he mumbled. “Oh, fuck, was I rambling again.”

“No, no, it was fine,” you promised, “I’m just getting pretty tired…”

“Oh… okay,” he offered.

“Will you stay on the line until I fall asleep?” you requested hesitantly.

“O-oh! Yeah, sure,” he agreed.

You couldn’t be sure how long he stayed on after you drifted off, soothed by the fuzzy sound of the silence over the phone— you had no way of knowing that he stayed on for hours and just listened to your breathing, hoping to hear you whisper or mumble to yourself, smiling when you snored for a minute.

All you knew was that when you woke up, there was a dial tone in your ear.

You hung up and put the phone away, its battery nearly drained, and snuggled yourself back into the sheets for a few more hours— hopefully able to continue your dream where it left off.

You called again a few months later, from what was technically your home phone— but the LA mansion never really felt like home.

An older, rougher voice answered after five or six rings. "Hello?"

"Um, is Eddie there?" you asked.

"No," the man answered flatly.

"Will… he be back soon?"

"Considering he doesn't live here anymore, I'm figurin' not."

"O-oh…"

"Who's callin'?"

"Uh, just an old friend. He's not… in jail or anything, is he?"

The man laughed heartily. "Amazingly, no. He moved to Indianapolis after he graduated—"

You interrupted with a beaming smile: "He graduated?"

"Yes ma'am, and he even got a few As on his final report card," he explained proudly.

You opened your mouth to ask for another way to reach Eddie now— a new number, maybe an address, but you suddenly stopped. He finally did it, he escaped. And he did it without you.

Maybe he needed to move on; really, it sounded like he already had.

Now that he was out of school he might ask to join you on tour like you promised over a year ago. It would break your heart to have to say no to him— if you could find the strength to. Worse, you were terrified that he wouldn't ask to be with you, that he'd be content without you… which simultaneously is what you wanted, and what you feared most.

You didn't want to know, was the main thing. You didn't want to find out the hard way that he didn't need you anymore.

"Listen, uh, next time you see him, just tell him to take care, okay?" you requested.

"Sure, can I get a name with that message?" the man pressed.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. "You don't have to say it's from me," you decided. "Just tell him on my behalf, is all."

"O…kay…" he replied, confused. "I will."

You thanked him and hung up, looking around the empty house— someone else decorated it, and it looked good, but it was too empty and clean, too sterile. Why even have all this space if you had nothing to fill it with but noise.

Noise, that’s what you needed right now; you went upstairs to grab your guitar, suddenly realizing you had a new song to write.

part 3

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

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danrifics · 5 months

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you all pestered me for it and here it is. the closeness analysis/ theory.

now if you didn't see I basically had this theory that the closer to BIG and COTY we get in the DAPG timeline the closer dan and phil sit to each other. Dan made a comment about how them playing Heartthrob being like a gay soft launch and that got me thinking of some other ways they could have done it and one of those being the idea that as time goes on you get less and less strict and worrisome about what others think of you and so they end up gravitating closer and closer.

This post will be under a see more cos its probably gonna be long af.

I will be splitting it into stages.

2014 -15

2016 - 17

2018

revival

sorry the screenshots arent clickable to make bigger tumblr only allows for 30 on a post so i had to group them together!

(i will not be covering horror games apart from in the revival stage and i will also not be talking much about gamingmas 2023)

2014 - 15

now when i initially went to collect my evidence, i was suddenly worried maybe i kinda had things wrong because i feel like in Donkey Kong Country (the first dapg video, see screenshot below) they're sat pretty close but honestly when we get to how they sit a lot later on you'll see that this is actually pretty far apart

now here are some screenshots for the inital look at at the end of them we'll talk (this will be the layout for most of this post i think)

now of course this is only a selection of those year's videos if i screenshotted them all i fear this post would never end. now these first 2 years are a good mix of at desk videos on sofa videos. i noticed from some other videos not show here that in sofa videos they rend to sit a lot closer to each other than they do at the desk, this is kinda funny to me cos really they definitely have room for a wider frame on the couch if they wanted to sit like normal people.

2016 - 17

2016 and the start of 2017 feel like a mixed bag of how close together they are but i did notice that the more into 2017 we got the more they seemed to be shoulder to shoulder! these also started to wean out sofa sitting games (not 100% gone yet but almost). now if you're wondering why i've kept this screenshot apart its cos this is the last one in the first london apartment.

and honestly from here on out is where i believe the "soft launching" begins!

so lets finish 2017 and see if im right!

just had to single out this screenshot for a sec:

in case anyone wondered that is the face dan made during dream daddy when phil reads "we were roommates for a while too"

softlaunch?

anyway moving on

watching these videos definitely feels like something changed btw, while they still arent as close as we'll start seeing them sit, i definitely noticed more often they were shoulder to shoulder. but like a new room has definitely changed the vibe a little bit between them, and now we can move on to the next and final year of pre hiatus dapg, where things as you will see immediately start to change.

2018

like i said... immediately we are met with this, i would also like to let everyone know that 2018 is my favourite era of pre hiatus dapg

lets see what the rest of this year will bring

now i'm splitting 2018 up into parts because i need to do a whole talk about the tour situations so for now lets look at the above screenshots, now its very obvious that they are sitting so much closer to each other which i think is really funny considering how big that room is and often in this section of videos there is a lot of room either side of them so they literally do not need to be that close.

now lets talk about the tour bus. this is how close they're sitting

thats for sure a 1 person seat yet they've both forced themselves on even tho the sofa literally behind them would have been perfectly fine to sit on, and they cant give me "this is the only place to set up the camera" babe its really not theres a whole surface behind you.

okay thank you for listening to this, moving on to the final part of 2018!

(the last 2 screenshots are out of order oops)

idk about you but yeah i think they are definetly a lot closer than they were way back in 2014. i really dont have a lot to say other than that, and i have definetly proven my theory so now we've established that lets have a brief look at post hiatus dapg!

Revival

Now this is gonna be really brief its just a summary of where we are post BIG/COTY and post hiatus (things my brain still cant quite believe is real)

now here are the revival moments i wanna give a mention!

firstly sims season ep 3 when dan moves his chair away from phil and their wheels are literally locked together, pushing phil's chair too

heres dan looking into the monitor and then moving closer to phil <3

and finally

hand hold

thanks for reading all this and sorry if it didnt live up to the hype lmao

#dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #phan #dapg #dnpg

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your lunch is a bit hectic and tour tummy is aching for your missed meal but your mission is accomplished. You have the box of coffee, the exact brand they keep in the break room. You stop at your desk and attach one of your heart-shaped post-its, writing Curtis’ name on it with a smiley face over the i. You'll let it be anonymous, a nice surprise.

The only hitch is finding the opportunity to drop it at his desk. So you do some snooping through the internal calendar. He has a meeting at fifteen. That's doable.

You watch the clock, not getting much done in your anticipation. You wait until two minutes after then hug the box to your stomach and make your way towards IT. You keep your head down, laser focused on the target.

You slip past Jensen's desk, he isn't there either. You see just ahead that Curtis’ chair is empty and you almost leap in delight. You tiptoe over, hovering the box beside the keyboard but don't put it down.

You shouldn't look but you know that shade of pink. The slightly open drawer slides open as you poke your toe under it. Your pillow! The stuffed donut pops up as it's released from the tension of the cramped drawer.

Wait? How'd it get there?

“What the hell are you doing?” Curtis startles you as he comes around the corner.

You look up at him and bat your lashes. He stole it. Why? Revenge? Does he hate you that much?

You drop the box of coffee and it bounces onto the floor. You snatch the pillow from the drawer and scramble in the other direction. You nearly collide with Jensen as Curtis grumbles behind you, the drawer slamming harshly.

“You okay?” Jensen touches your sleeve.

You can't talk. You're confused and hurt and… you really thought you misplaced the pillow, you didn't think someone would steal it. You shake your head and push past, clinging to your pillow as your eyes sting. You're done trying to be nice.

🩷

You take your pillow home with you that night. You won't bring it back. You'll just suffer the pain.

You can't believe you ever tried to be his friend. Why did it matter so much to you? You suppose there's still lots of people to meet at the office. Or you can eat your lunch alone.

Oh well, it's the weekend. You don't have to face the music for a couple days. You spend the night on your computer, playing the new game you downloaded on Steam, a puppy dress-up sim. It was free.

You sleep, not well. You don't know why you're so uneasy. Halfway through the night, you hide the donut pillow in your closet.

The next day you think of all the ways you can spend your time. You come up with nothing but that's fine. You'll go to the mall!

You put on a yellow and green patchwork overall skirt over a plaid blouse and set off. You won't spend too much but a new plushie will cheer you up.

The bus drops you off at the east entrance of the mall. You enter and stop to buy yourself a cinnamon bun. You're starving!

You wander and wipe away the stickiness on a crumpled napkin as you enter the game shop. You pass by the collectible figures for a tabletop RPG and find your way to the squishmallows. The taco one is adorable.

You squat down to grab the fried egg plushy and smile. This one will go with your toast pillow. As you stand, you press against someone else. You apologise but stop as an arm hooks around you. Another comes around your other side, claiming the stuffy from your grasp.

“You like these things?” The gristly voice rolls into you.

You gasp and pull away, turning to face Curtis as he eyes the smiling sunny-side up. Your back hits the shelves as you stare with wide eyes. You don't get it, how did he find you?

“Where did you come from?” You ask dumbly.

“Relax, I was here to buy dice,” he continues to examine the toy.

“Oh…” you look around, “you play that game; diners, dives and dragons.”

“Dungeons and dragons,” he corrects you.

“Ha, I know, just a very not funny joke,” you shrug.

You reach for the stuffy but he pulls it out of reach. He finally looks at you. You could wilt like a dying flower.

“I'll get it for you.”

You're stunned speechless. Your mouth falls open as he looks away. He pulls his shoulders up and drops them.

“Fair trade. For the coffee.”

“Oh,” you snap your mouth shut, “that's not… that's fine.”

You try to take the toy again but he puts it behind him. He steps closer, crowding you against the shelves. You sweat as your eyes skitter side to side.

“I shouldn't have taken your… donut thing.”

“Uh, yeah, well, it's… really, I think it's better we just keep our distance,” you rub the back of your neck, “it's nice of you to offer to make it up but I'm over it.”

“Over it?” He echoes.

“Yeah, I don't wanna be friends. We're coworkers. Let's keep it profesh.”

“Profesh…” he squints.

“So I'll just take the squish,” you sidle and reach around him, tugging the toy until he lets go, “have fun with your dragons.”

He doesn't move as you march up the aisle. You go to the counter and proudly present the fried egg. You unzip your furry purse as Curtis strides towards the till.

“Wait,” he says.

“Sorry, I got stuff to do. See ya around the office though,” you swipe your card and the machine bings with approval, “I'm sure you're busy too.”

You smile at the cashier and take your bag and receipt. You spin and stroll out. You sense Curtis behind you and walk faster. He catches up to you and blocks your path. You nearly fall over your feet as you stop abruptly.

“I apologised.”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks?” He growls.

“Uh huh.”

His brows draw together and his lashes flick, “I… I'm trying–”

“It's too late. Sorry, can't help you,” you shrug, “enjoy the coffee and the silence. I know you prefer both to me.”

You sidestep him again and hear him sputter. You scurry without looking back. You don't hear him but don't let out your breath until you turn into the next wing of the mall. You hope you didn't just make him hate you even worse but you have to protect your happiness. And your squishmallows.

#curtis everett x reader #dark curtis everett #curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #snowpiercer #sunshine lollipops and rainbows #drabble #series #au

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abiiors · 6 months

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silent treatment 💫 // ross macdonald x reader

a/n: this is not a christmas fic, this is just something that i had in my drafts for like a month now because @the1975attheirverybest sent me a photo of ross' tour bus (the one in the banner) from when she went to the baltimore show and of course i had nasty ideas about it lmao. so yes, here we go--the tour bus fucking fic hehe. i'm still really struggling with writer's block and hate everything i have been writing so this might be a bit shit :/ cw: brat-taming kinda, smut obv, dirty talk??? general nasty behaviour wc: 2.2k

american fans are loud.

well, all fans are loud; it’s not really a bad thing to be, but the american ones are especially loud, you’ve noticed. cheers and shouts and whoops of joy at the airport, and a collective roar that tears through the crowd every time the boys come on stage—it’s all part of the world. his world. your world.

girls shriek and cry wherever he goes, hugging him—their bodies pressed against his, their hands holding his, boldly flirting with him too sometimes. sure, he ignores it and only smiles politely. sure, he only signs their stuff and indulges them for selfies but the burn in your chest remains just the same. dull but prominent.

all in all, he likes america and america likes him. you? maybe not so much.

still, it’s not all hate. it’s fun being on the tour bus and driving through the big wide expanses of the midwest, certainly fun when his hand is buried between your legs and the other muffling your moans. fun to watch your nails digging into his thigh as you chase the high over and over again before falling limp against his chest.

today, however, you skew more towards annoyance.

he’s been so busy, he hasn’t even had the time to look at you properly much less talk to you for longer than ten minutes—what with having to leave one city and go to the other immediately. it’s been hectic and he’s seized the chance to nap whenever he can, just like polly and john who share the bus with you. not that you blame him for it—the exact opposite of it, in fact—you’re grateful for any rest he can get.

but the brattiness rears its ugly head sometimes. and now as you stand there in a corner, watching the instruments being taken out of their truck and brought backstage, you can’t help but bite angrily on the lollipop in your mouth.

ross is on the phone across the room, talking to a friend or a colleague or maybe even family. you don’t know. what you do know is his eyes are trained on you and you alone—rather, on your lips closed around the lollipop, on the sticky residue on your lips. your eyes in turn move to his hand—the one gripping the phone in a vice-like grip, knuckles almost white.

it only takes him another ten seconds to end the call and cross the room. and now here he is—towering over you, looking down at you.

“what’s up with you?”

you shrug, tongue flat against the sweet candy, “nothing.”

“nothing?” his voice is low. mostly to conceal it from the people all around you but also full of warning. so you’ve irked him then… good.

you choose not to answer, giving the lollipop a small lick instead. there’s barely any left now but you plan to enjoy every last bit of it.

“what, don’t wanna talk to me now?”

“me?” you ask, exaggerating the confusion in your voice. testing the boundaries.

“yes, you,” his eyes flash a little, “don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about.”

it’s a dangerous game to play with him, especially the way his pupils dialate every time you swirl your tongue around the last bit of the candy, relishing it thoroughly and letting its sweetness linger on your lips.

ross leans down, mouth directly next to your ear. “you can be a brat all you want, sweet girl. as long as you’re ready for the consequences.”

and before you’ve had the chance to reply, he bends down and closes his mouth around the rest of the lollipop. a loud crunch cuts through the silence. he straightens, smiles like nothing’s out of the ordinary and leaves you holding the now empty white stick.

ross is busy talking to the organisers of a local artists’ collective.

he laughs and chats animatedly and listens to them talking about how much they value this opportunity that the band has created. their voices are loud and boisterous—happy, giddy, excited. a complete contrast to you sulking in the corner, scrolling through tiktok and watching one pointless video after another.

his eyes flick to you once in while, linger on you when matty takes over the conversation. you see the warning in them so clearly. don’t be a baby. don’t pout. but you ignore and double down. if he doesn’t want to give you attention then you’re not going to beg for it. no matter how much you want to pull him into some broom closet and show him exactly what he’s missing.

you cross and uncross your legs and send him a look.

look what you to do me.

he sends one back.

busy. not now.

so you go back to your phone. scroll, a makeup tutorial, scroll, ten must buy amazon things, scroll, movies to watch this winter, scroll— a snap of his fingers breaks through your monotony.

“come share a fag with me.”

you take your sweet time looking and him an deciding if you’re in the mood to smoke, even go so far as to make him ask again.

“well?”

“sure.”

it’s quieter once you’re outside. there’s still the sounds of traffic and a bit of laughter floating out from the inside. somewhere someone’s playing a familiar tune and you watch ross light his cigarette. the fire casts a warm glow on his jaw briefly, on his stubble that’s coming in once again after shaving it off for halloween.

the skin on the inside of your thighs stings from the memory.

“open,” he says and you obey, letting him stick the end of the cigarette between your lips and taking a drag. the smoke burns but with some satisfaction you see the lipstick smudge you left behind.

ross is just taking his own drag when you blow the smoke on his face and shrug when quirks an eyebrow.

“generous of you to take five minutes out of your busy schedule.”

“careful, love,” he warns and lets you take another drag of the cigarette. “don’t be a brat. you know i’m busy.”

“you’re always busy.”

“is that so?”

he looks amused and it riles you up even more. he’s the one that’s supposed to be affected, not you! a beat of silence passes and ross slowly drags his fingers up your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“my gorgeous girl,” he says and presses a kiss to your shoulder, moving his mouth to your jaw and then to your collarbone. “are you mad at me?”

“no.”

“no?”

you fight to contain the shiver that passes through you. even when you can feel the little tingles intensifying throughout your body. need swirls through your stomach the more his mouth moves on your neck.

“then what’s this silent treatment for, huh?”

“what silent treatment?”

“oh, baby,” ross tuts and his stubble grazes over the sensitive skin of your neck. “you really wanna play dumb?”

every retort flies out of your brain when he grabs a hold of your hips and pulls you close to him.

“you know what happens to dumb little bunnies, right?”

“y-yes.” it’s almost a whimper that quickly turns into a half moan when his hand rests on the back of your thighs, trailing up and up and up until it’s almost on the curve of your ass.

you yelp when he pinches the skin.

“you want to be fucked that bad, huh?”

and now you finally have him where you want.

“so now you want to be loud,” ross mocks and dives back under your dress.

this torture has lasted for a good ten minutes now. the insides of your thighs already feel raw and chafed. and he hasn’t even properly started yet. he’s still busy marking up the smooth skin of your legs.

“always a good girl when you want something from me, aren’t you?”

you nod fervently, trying to stifle the mewl that’s about to leave your mouth. instead you clutch his head and try to push him where you want. ross is quicker. before you ever know it, his hand it wrapped around your wrists and he pulls back again, looking at you with yet another warning glare.

his hair is a mess, his mouth wet from leaving all those kiss and bites on your skin but it’s his eyes that really get you—pupils blown out so wide that his eyes might as well be black.

“please ross, please,” you whine, shamless and desperate and dying for his mouth to be back on you.

“please what?”

“please make me cum.”

your pout has stopped affecting him a long time ago, even when you look at him with teary eyes and spread your legs wider. the underwear was discarded somewhere the minute you got inside the tour bus and now he has the perfect view of how wet you are. how ready for him.

the inside of the bus feels uncomfortably hot or maybe it’s just your skin that’s sticky and sweaty and in desperate need of his touch.

“no silent treatment anymore?”

“no,” you shake your head, “gonna be a good girl now. please please please.”

“yes, you are.” ross smiles and it feels more sinister than genuine. “i’ll stop what i’m doing if i hear another sound from you, baby.”

“w-what?”

“dumb little slut,” he mocks again, mouth so so close to your clit that it’s impossible to focus on anything else. “don’t want people to walk in on us, do you?”

“no. no!”

“then be quiet for me.”

easy for him to say. because his lips attach around your clit at that exact moment and you bite down on the back of your hand to stop the loud moan from escaping.

“ungrateful, spoiled little brat,” ross tuts, presses his tongue flat against your opening. “look at you now.”

the heady mix of big and small licks makes your head spin, makes you want to cry out his name over and over again but for the sake of your sanity you stay quiet. for each small whimper that still manages to escape you, you feel a small sting on your thigh—a nip or a bite.

“my sweet, filthy girl,” he coos, ghosting his lips over each bruise, each bite and goes back to torturing your cunt.

“ross, can i–oh! can i cum, please!”

“gonna cum for me, already?” he teases and pulls away entirely. “and what if i said no.”

the look you give him is one full of desperation—tears gathered on your lower lashline, bottom lip swollen and red from bitting hard to keep quiet.

“please!”

“no.”

and that’s that, just like that his head is back between your legs, tongue hot on your cunt as his nose pushed into your clit. between trying to stay quiet and trying not to cum you barely have any grip on reality. all you know is how it feels too much, too much pleasure, bordering on pain now. the urge to let go is too strong.

“let me ask you again, baby,” his voice comes through the haze in your mind. barely even audible. “are you done with the silent treatment?”

“y-yes, m’sorry!” you whine, “won’t do it again. wont—”

“look at you…” his condescending tone somehow turns you on even more. the humiliation somehow adds to the pleasure. “ready to be my good girl again?”

“yes, yes!” the buzzing in your ears is so loud now, his voice barely even comes through. all you know is the feeling of his tongue inside you and the stinging of your thighs. the sticky sweat on your skin.

your legs shake from the strain of denying yourself an orgasm, your head swims with too much of everything and nothing all at once.

“go on then,” he speaks. finally. “you can let go now.”

all you manage is a long whine and every single restraint drops. you think you grip his head between your thighs, practically convulsing from the force of the orgasm that hits you, trembling from the way his tongue laps everything up. it’s beyond you how he manages to hold you upright.

you think you scream out his name, practically alerting everyone in a five kilometre radius. you think you pull on his hair and hear him hiss. but ross lets you.

minutes later when he finally stands, his beard and mouth glistens with slick.

“there’s my good girl,” he coos and holds you in his arms.

“look at me,” he coaxes a bit until you manage to open your eyes and look at him properly. despite how fucked he looks, there’s a sweet smile on his face. and his eyes soften when you meet his gaze. “sorry i ignored you before, love. don’t be mad at me.”

“m’not mad at you.” you mumble and every single negative emotion from before melts away within seconds.

“good.” his smile widens, just a touch of mischievous once again. “now that you’ve learned your lesson… let me make it up to you.”

and just like that, he’s back on his knees, diving between your legs once again.

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tonguepiercedanyway75 · 2 months

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Tourbus cuddles // Ross Macdonald x Reader

Summery: A tourbus is small and it’s even smaller when your boyfriend is a giant. You both manage though.

warnings: none just fluff

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It’s a shit weather today. You still haven’t reached Buffalo and in the next few hours you won’t. It’s a thunderstorm out there, and you hate anything in relation to thunder and lightning. It’s quite good you’re in the tourbus with your boyfriend and friends.

With a blanket draped over you and Ross’ lap, you’re in the third round of UNO with Adam, Polly, John and Gabbriette.

“Do you think we have to cancel the show?” John asks while throwing a 4+ into the round. “Asshole,” Gabby says with a laugh, picking up 4 cards.

“I don’t know, it’s a possibility though if the weather gets even worse.” You sigh at Polly’s answer because you absolutely hate worse. It’s bad right now, but if it gets even worse, you’re staying under the blanket forever.

“Fucking wanker!” Matty screamed at the switch on the table. George breaks out in laughter, “you suck at this game.” Everyone watches them with a smile on their faces. This is home. Those people are your home.

Ross squeezes your thigh and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek before he stands up to go to the toilet. He won the round anyway.

“Hey, plug in my phone will you?” John hands you his phone and his charger. You turn around to the socket and stick the charger in but it doesn’t load. “Is your charger broken?” You ask and try twisting the side of the charger.

“Power is fucking out.” Matty yells from the very front of the bus. This night couldn’t get any better. “This sucks,” John says, “let’s hope when I wake up we’re at the destination.” He gets up and drapes his hoodie over his shoulder. “Good night.” Everyone says their good nights to John and continue to chat about tour.

When Ross gets back from the toilet you take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “I think I’m gonna head to bed as well.” You say and rub your eyes. Ross smiles, nods and takes your face into his hands to kiss you. “Gonna see you in the morning?” He asks and wraps himself up in the blanket. He’s the cutest man ever.

“Yeah, I love you.” You say and wave at everyone. You have the bunk bed above Gabbriette. It’s small and cozy but sleeping in it was terrifying at first. You left the curtain open all the time because you thought you couldn’t breathe in this tiny space. But now you’re laying under 2 blankets with the curtains closed to drown out the noise.

One more look at your phone and you’re in deep sleep. Not so deep actually because you awake at 2:30. You rub your eyes and jump at the loud rumbling of the thunder. You open the curtains and listen further. There is no talking which means everyone is in their bed by now.

Another unpleasant feeling is the sting in your lower stomach. You’ve been on your period for 2 days now, the third day is usually not so bad, but this only occurs to when you’re home and when you sleep in bed with your boyfriend. You have no choice though, the space is as tiny as it gets.

You try hard to fall asleep again but you can’t. You slowly get up to go to the kitchen area to grab a glass of water. When you get back you see Gabbriette on her phone in her bed and Matty’s face in her lap.“You up?” She asks and puts her phone down.

You nod and take a sip of the tap water, “this thunder is scaring me shitless, I’m on my period and I have to sleep in a tiny bed.” She chuckles at your frustrated sound.

“And Ross isn’t with you,” Matty adds which makes you sigh. Gabby gives you a smile. Matty and her usually fall asleep in the same bed but it looks uncomfortable and one awakes with back pain every time.

You definitely can’t take any more pain with what’s going on but you’re willing to handle it if it means cuddling with Ross. “ ‘M sure he wouldn’t mind having a cuddle, he’s whipped for you.” It feels like Matty is reading your mind. You nod and set the glass down onto a small table.

“I’m gonna do that, have a good night guys,” you wink at Gabby and she rolls her eyes at your indication. You walk away from the two of them, towards Ross’ bed, their chatting getting quieter.

Usually Ross also has the upper bed but this tour George really wanted it and Ross didn’t mind switching. His curtain is open and he’s laying on his stomach, hiding his hands under his pillow. It’s better to reach him, with him sleeping on the lower bed.

You can’t slip in because he’s taking up all the space right now. You crouch down and slowly nudge his shirt. “Ross?” You quietly say, “baby,” you try again. This time he stirs and opens his eyes slowly.

He mumbles your name in the dark and then he sees your face, your facial expression being uncomfortable. “Love, what’s wrong?” He says and uplifts himself onto his elbows. He rubs your cheek with his thumb and waits for an answer.

“It’s nothing serious it’s just-“ you pause and let the lightning light up the space. You see Ross’ tired eyes, you feel bad for waking him up. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry for waking you.” He shakes his head and doesn’t let you get up.

“Tell me darling,” his voice barely above a whisper. He lets his hand go through his hair, sleeking it back. You admire his face, and you absolutely adore his beard which he currently scratches.

“I just really wanna sleep in your bed, but it’s tiny and I get it. You’re really tall and I shouldn’t have woken you for this and-“ he cuts you off by scootching closer to the wall side. He lifts his blanket and intertwines your hands.

“Come here,” he whispers. You smile and close your eyes for a second. Then you slip in, not to be spooned but to face him and to nuzzle your face into his chest.

He puts the blanket around you and rests his head on yours. He gives you a couple of kisses and Ross in this state is causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounds so close to your ear. “Thank you,” you say and kiss his shoulder blade.

“Mmhhmm,” he humms from deep in his throat with closed lips. You didn’t think you’d fit and you barely do with your side touching the bar, but you’re here now and that’s what matters.

There is basically no space between the two of you, but you manage to bring your hand up to Ross’ face and cup his jaw. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. Ross doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

“Thought you were tired,” he says after pulling away from you, you both smile at each other and then you hide your face in his chest again. “I am,” you mumble.

“Sleep then, we have to get up early.” It should be about 3 now. You’re gonna be tired either way in the morning but it’s not a worry. You ignore his demand and keep on talking.

“I don’t like the weather, how is anyone supposed to sleep with noise like that.” You huff and roll your eyes. Ross snorts at you and rubs your back soothingly.

“Oh so you’re scared, ‘s why you came.” He partly speaks the truth but he doesn’t have to know it. You shake your head, “not scared, just uncomfortable.”

“Alright then,” he totally doesn’t believe you and you know it because you feel the smile on his face. “You good to sleep then?” Ross is on the verge of falling asleep again and you don’t want to keep him up any longer.

“Yes, thank you again baby. I love you so much.” Ross sleepily kisses you again. “I love you so much more,” he swoops his arm around your side and pulls you as close as he can, your bodies not having a centimeter between them.

Both of you close your eyes and another thunder causes you to jump a bit. Ross chuckles and shakes his head against you. “Don’t worry love,” his mouth comes closer down to your ear, “I’ll protect you.”

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hattoriscap · 28 days

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Today I'm thinking about The Gaming Channel’s Couch

The gaming channel started with them sitting on The Couch, playing console games that require controllers (donkey kong, mortal kombat, portal, bishi bashi, etc). I think it was intentional that they launched the gaming channel like that. It gave off the vibe that this was just a chill hangout. No professional gaming was expected, no serious business, this was just a fun project.

It made sense that until they played the sims 4 (a PC game), they only ever sat on The Couch. They even acknowledged that it's a new (unexpected) territory in that video, meaning that they did not plan on it being a permanent fixture at first.

So you can tell that their intention was to play console games on the couch, and PC games on the gaming chairs. Simple enough system, had they stuck to it.

Games played on the 3DS / iPad (before Apple introduced the screen recording feature, at least) required additional setup, so I don’t think much of them playing them on the gaming chairs.

(They played dragon city (iPad game) twice on the couch though, idk how that worked. I gave up tryna reason Why they were inconsistent about iPad/iPhone games specifically.)

In 2015, They revealed that Dan broke the couch at some point. They didn't make any effort to replace or get rid of it though.

Despite it being broken, they continued playing on the couch. Phil’s nostalgia quest videos in the 2016 gamingmas were almost exclusively played on the couch (will you be a millionaire, katamari damacy, bishi bashi, bubble bobble), all of which were playstation games.

In Jan 2017, Phil revealed that he got a new office chair. I think getting that new chair was a turning point in the channel, as all videos filmed after that were on the chairs.

When they moved houses in 2017, they moved in the broken couch to their new (fake) apartment. Please remember that this couch was used by guests who wanted to sleepover at theirs in the previous apartment, so them moving it to the fake apartment instead of their own clearly meant that it was not for guests anymore. It was The Gaming Channel’s Couch.

I think this showed that they were really committed to still making the channel look chill. The first shot of the then new gaming room had Phil sitting on the couch, saying "I want it to look homely". I know he was talking about the lamp, but I think his comment can also be extended to him sitting on the couch.

he couch was probably too far away from the screen. I don’t even think it had any purpose but to fill the room and make it look lived in.

They played many card games (heartthrob, clickbait, santa banter, bucket of doom.. etc) in the fake apartment. These games didn’t even require them to see a monitor, but they never sat on the couch ever. Actually, the only instance where they sat on the couch in this apartment (after establishing its existence in the first video filmed there) was this:

I don’t really know what my conclusion is, just that the post-hiatus gaming room doesn’t even have a couch, and I miss it loads, even when they haven’t sat on A Couch to play a game since 2016.

(videos played on the tour bus were excluded as they were played on a couch but not The Couch, y’know)

#... what even is this #dnpg

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xoxo-author · 2 months

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A book romance kind of thing

Hey ya'll! I'm back with some shitty writing! I have been having such writer's block when it comes to writing, especially my Jake Seresin series but I sat down to write and this little thing came out so! I've decided to expand my writing and start to write about all of the men I am obsessed with... Maybe that will help with the writer's block and I can get back to my Jake Seresin series! Anywho, enjoy!

Gif not mine, credit to owner

Noah Sebastian x FemReader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex(but like not really), my writing as always

Also please don’t steal my work…

"Drinking at one o'clock in the afternoon? You really have reached rockstar status!"

Noah's head snaps up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before a smile ultimately takes up his whole face once he realizes that it was me.

I smile back as I start a little jog towards him, letting my bag drop once I am close enough and throw my arms around his neck. Noah, careful not to spill his drink, bends and tightly wraps his arms around my waist.

Bending his knees a bit, Noah tightens his grip around my waist and lifts me off the floor before turning around to face the way he came and walking a few steps before sitting me down on a little wall ledge, "What're you doing here?"

"There's this band called Bad Omens, people say they're cool so I thought I'd check them out."

Noah shakes his head, "You wouldn't like their music."

I shrug before taking the cup from his hand and bringing it up to my lips, almost gagging as the amber liquid touched my tongue, "Oh my god, that's awful."

Noah laughs, taking the cup from me and setting it to the side, placing his palms on the surface on either side of me, "No seriously, what're you doing here?"

"Honestly?"

He nods and I let out a sigh, beginning to play with my fingers that sat in my lap, "Jolly called me, he said that you seemed a little off. That you didn't seem like yourself, even when tour started. Jolly said that you wouldn't talk about it, always saying that nothing was wrong. The boys can't figure it out so Jolly asked if I knew but as far as I knew everything was fine. Jolly finally asked me if I would just come out to either cheer you up or fix what it is that's going on." I tilt my head as I look at him, "So tell me what's going on in that mind of yours."

Noah lets out a sigh before letting his head fall to my thighs, my hands automatically going to his hair. "It's so stupid but I cannot talk about it because if I do then I will be distracted the whole night and I'll be shit on stage."

I had never seen Noah rattled before. He was always so calm and collected both on and off stage. It seemed like nothing could ever throw him off his game so whatever it was, must be big.

Pulling my hands out of his hair, I place my hands on his shoulders and gently push him so he could stand up straight and look at me, "In that case, why don't we go put my bag away and then you take me to a merch stand so I can get a shirt and we can hang out until you have to go on? We can deal with this later."

He nods his head and helps me down from the ledge, grabbing my bag as begin to walk towards their tour bus, "Don't you have a million Bad Omen shirts?"

"Um, I don't have one from this tour!"

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I felt Noah shift behind me for what felt like the thousandth time.

Don't get me wrong, tour buses aren't all that comfortable and I'm sure it's hard when the bed is barely big enough to fit someone's tall frame, but this bunk bed was so much more comfortable than previous ones. Now it could be because I have had a very long day but I all but passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Noah lets out a sigh as he flops onto his back.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

I shake my head, momentarily forgetting that it was pitch black and he couldn't see, "No but will you tell me what's keep you awake? Is it what's throwing you off?"

It was silent for a few minutes and I was beginning to think that he had, finally, fallen asleep, but he sighs, his raspy voice whispering in the dark, "It's a fucking dream."

"What?"

"The night before our first show I had this dream and now every time I close my eyes, even if it's just to fucking blink, I see it. I think about it constantly and I just can't get it out of my head long enough to focus. Fuck, even when I'm out on stage I think about it. "

I roll onto my stomach and push myself to rest on my forearms, "Was it a nightmare?"

"It was a fucking sex dream. Well, it started off as a sex dream, with you and I, which whatever, I've had those multiple times, but then it morphed into something more. One minute you and I were going at it, it was great by the way, and then it switched, and all of a sudden we were going on dates, getting married, having babies, growing old, being dumb as hell together."

Pushing my weight to one arm, I move my hand to grab his arm, "Noah it was just a dream."

I could feel him shake his head, "No it wasn't. I thought that at first too but then I realized that it's what I want. It's like those cliche romance books you read where the two best friends fall in love. I fell in love with my best friend and that dream just sent me over the edge because I want that with you. I want to take you out, be able to hold your hand, and touch your butt in public. I want to do the absolute dumbest shit with you by my side. I want to ride out the rest of this music shit with you by my side. I want to get married and put so many babies in you. I want to grow old with you."

Noah's hand comes in contact with my jaw, his thumb gently tracing over my skin, "I'm sorry if I've ruined everything."

Shaking my head, I pushed myself up until I was half on his chest with my nose brushing his, "You didn't ruin anything."

Noah takes a beat before letting out a puff of air, hand wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling me forward, smashing his lips against mine.

It was odd at first, kissing your best friend of years, but that quickly faded into something more passionate.

Pulling apart, "I don't think we should have babies right now but why don't we practice making them?"

Letting out a low chuckle, Noah situates me until I am on my back and he is resting in between my legs, "I like the sound of that."

#Noah Sebastian #Bad Omens #Noah Sebastian x reader #Noah Sebastian x y/n #Noah Sebastian imagine #Bad Omens Fic #Noah Sebastian fic #Noah Sebastian Fanfic #Bad Omens Fanfic #Bad Omens x reader #Bad Omens x y/n

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wineauntie · 21 days

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the beginning of them— Quinn Hughes x singer!oc

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summary: the first of firsts in Juno and Quinn’s relationship!

notes: I love these two so much at the moment <33

warnings: none!

After their first meeting and after the game, Quinn realised that Juno had left her jacket in the locker room.

He practically dodged all media trying to talk to him to try to return the jacket to her.

“Hey!” Quinn hurried down the hallway towards Juno, who was being directed out of the building. He watched as she turned, her red hair, fanning out, revealing the Canucks jacket wrapped around her.

“Oh, hello, Cap,” Juno mused, folding her arms as she watched Quinn grow closer, her jacket thrown over his arms. “I see you found my jacket.”

“Couldn’t let you leave without it,” He grinned, his face breaking despite the darkening bag beneath his eyes.

“Well thank you for returning it,” she smiled softly, taking the jacket from his outstretched hands. Juno looked at him expectedly, taking in his slightly breathless and flushed self. “Say, what else does a girl have to do to get the Captain to give her his number?”

Quinn froze, his mouth slightly agape as his ears tinged red. She watched him with widened and twinkling eyes, her head tilted towards him. He could only stare in shock. How could someone like her ever like him! HIM!

“Oh sugar,” Juno swore upon the lack of answer. Her face scrunched up in a wince “I read this all wrong, I’m so sorry.”

“No!” Quinn blurted out as she turned to leave. Juno faced him again, a slight pink tinge across both cheeks. He pulled out a pen he usually kept in his pocket for signing things for fans. “I want to give it to you…I...I don’t have paper.”

Juno lightly chuckled and handed Quinn her phone. “No need,” she spoke, her voice like the most beautiful song to his ears. “Welcome to the world of new technology, Cap.”

If the world could swallow Quinn alive, he wished it would.

“If you’re the welcome I get every time, I’ll gladly keep visiting,” he mumbled with a smile, as he typed his number in before handing it back to her. Juno’s grin spread if that was even possible.

“Well, maybe I’ll have to keep it up to see your face again…see you around, Quinn.”

Quinn was completely besotted with Juno from that moment.

Juno had called him that evening, and the two spent just over five hours on the phone, talking back and forth as they laughed and shared stories from their lives.

Juno was told about Quinn’s brothers and life in Vancouver, whilst she told him about her life as a singer and all of the crazy things that had happened to her on tour.

From there it escalated to FaceTime and constant late-night chats.

“Someone broke into your tour bus and waited for you on the toilet naked?”

“You’re telling me your brothers pushed you into moving traffic on an electric scooter?!”

Quinn had been the one to ask Juno out, with their first date being in a small park.

They’d met up before, heading to bakeries and shops to make a picnic before making their way to the park.

It was a relatively sunny day, the clouds parting as they set up camp in the grass, sharing stories and eating the food they’d bought.

That was until the heavens opened and rain shattered down around them, forcing them to run for shelter under a tree.

Quinn had used his jacket as a makeshift umbrella for him and Juno, holding it above them as they abandoned most of their picnic for the nearest tree.

The two were forced into the tight space of shelter, both unable to stop laughing as they grew closer and closer.

That had been the moment of their first kiss

Both were drenched from head to toe and mid-laugh until suddenly, they had jolted towards one another, their lips colliding.

Juno’s hands had woven their way into Quinn’s hair, grasping onto him whilst his hands cupped her face.

Juno was the first to pull away, her chest rising and falling breathlessly as she rested her forehead against Quinn’s. The man in front of her smiled softly, his thumb caressing one of her cheeks.

“That was…” she began, as he brushed a wet strand of red hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with the most gentle of touches. “Woah.”

“You can say that again,” Quinn huffed out a laugh, his face cracking into his teasing smile that you’d grown to adore seeing.

“I think I might need to try that again,” Juno mumbled, her eyes darting from Quinn’s darkening eyes to his swollen lips.

No other words were said as Quinn crashed his lips onto hers once more.

The two of them sort of became inseparable from that moment, and Juno who had been suffering from an age-old case of writer's block, was filled with ideas for a new album.

#wineauntie #juno blackwood x quinn hughes #juno blackwood #wineauntie – juno universe!#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #Quinn hughes x oc #Quinn hughes x famous singer!oc

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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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can u give us some (cute) traits/hcs or things that musician!eren does or like things that he likes in general. just reread [what u have out rn for] reverb for like the 4th time and i’m curious now😛🫵🏾

omg of course!!! 🥹 thank you so much for reading. (I know I’ve been slacking bad on the updates) but I have a few I’ve been thinking about lately.

so musician!eren always hands out roses to the ladies at his shows, especially if it’s a girl’s birthday or he hears that someone is going through a breakup.

his go to meal after shows is cheeseburgers (obv) and no matter what city he’s in, he wants the BEST one and makes certain his assistant finds the restaurant with the best reviews.

eren is a huuuge kid at heart (or healing his inner child rather) and when he’s not making music, he’s tinkering with little model cars or his big toys rather. Always trying to figure out how to rebuild this part or fix that problem. Says it helps him relax and it’s fun. He also loves skateboarding and playing basketball.

that man has to have his hair done before every show + his whole maintenance routine. I’m talking brow wax, skin care, blowout, deep conditioning..the works! He tries to be all macho but he’s a pretty boy at heart. (side note: he gets manis and will get (y/n)’s initials painted on as a good luck charm 🥹)

him and the rest of the boys love having jam sessions on the tour bus. Singing old school songs, seeing who can reach the high notes in Mariah Carey’s, ‘We Belong Together’ and just being silly! 😭

it doesn’t matter if he’s ten minutes late to the stage, or twenty..he will NAWT go on until (y/n) answers her FaceTime calls and tells him she loves him. His crew be mad as hell but he don’t gaf 😭 that’s his baby.

he LOVES video games. MK, Resident Evil, GTA, he’d seated in front of that screen for hours playing. Him, Armin, Connie, Ony and Jean def be on Twitch doing livestreams like little kids djdjdhd.

he’s a cuddler! Wants to live in your skin when you guys are alone. Being curled up in a big blanket, hugged up with you, watching cheesy movies all day are his favorite.

he secretly loves signing autographs and taking pics with people. He pretends he’s so nonchalant but will stand and talk to an adoring fan for like an hour. So many people have accounts of positive interactions with him.

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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William would be the type to call the intern his good girl while he rails her in front of a bathroom mirror at a team event. He is not even covering her mouth or putting his fingers between her lips to keep her quiet because he wants people to know how good he fucks you based on how some of the comments from his teammates were made before they got together officially. Even though it would be hot for him to her to suck on his fingers.

Happy Willy-finally-signing-the-contract day! 🥂🥳

Okay, so I know this has been on a waiting list for a little while, but I had to have it make sense for me - sorry 🙈 But it's finally here, and I just hope that it's turned out to be as good as expected 🤞🏻🤍

Also, this was paired with another ask 💙

[And thank you so much for the 2️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ followers 🙏🏼]

Anyways;

Warnings; actually only unprotected sex (p in v) - I'm losing my touch here; and of course public spacing;

Word count; 4.4K

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I feel your love, and I feel it burn pt || I William Nylander🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

After 3 minutes and 56 seconds.

That's when Gaudreau managed to score with a backhand shot, guiding the puck into the net and securing the overtime win for the Blue Jackets. Which also meant another loss for the Leafs.

Tonight, the game had been really intense, and on the positive note, most players felt they'd given their all. But despite this, the players still made their way to the tour bus with heads down, and there wasn't much conversation, just a few encouraging words from Coach Keefe in the locker room following the match. And during the bus ride, all the lads had their headphones in, enjoying the comfort of silence.

But as they arrived at the plane, the tense atmosphere started to fade away, and soft cheers filled the aircraft as players began chatting about the upcoming New Year's event. Only a game against the Hurricanes was scheduled for the next day, but the talk still shifted to the festivities for the New Year's party.

And you couldn't help but smile as you listened to the lads' excitement about the event, which you and a few others from the team had organised. You’d gone all out with decorations, making the most of your event planning skills, creating an amazing atmosphere for the team to enjoy, along with their partners and families, to welcome the new year. And the menu was carefully chosen after coordinating with the venue's hosts to ensure everything would be perfect.

It made you even happier to hear how excited the players were, discussing the outfits their partners had planned for them and their hairdresser appointments, among other things.

However, your relaxed state of mind was suddenly interrupted by Auston and Mitch, who came to occupy the empty seats in front of you. After the match, feeling rather tired, you sought some quiet space a few feet away from the noisy players. But that didn't suit the two forwards. Instead, they needed your full attention.

"Hey, Twiddly dee and Tweedle dum, what's up?" you chuckled lightly as the two lads stared intensely at you, sporting mischievous smiles on their handsome faces.

"Well," Auston chuckled, "We were just thinking..."

"Oh, watch out there, Auston, we don’t want you to get a sudden headache," you teased, earning an eye roll from the man in front of you. "What were you thinking?"

"Well, since your date with Jared didn't quite pan out," Mitch chimed in with a soft smile, "We were just wondering who you'd bring as your date for the New Year's team event?"

His question caught you off guard. Not because it was an unusual question coming from the two boys, but simply because you hadn't given it any thought. You were supposed to bring a date?

Well, of course, you were. The whole event allowed plus ones, and you should have known that, considering you were part of the planning team.

But you didn't want to bring a date. You couldn't. Because the guy you were dating would already be there. William Nylander, the Swedish player wearing number 88.

However, the team didn't know that. At least, you didn't think so. Your relationship with William was meant to be a secret. Yet, a small part of you feared that perhaps some of the players already knew or had an inkling. You and William had never been entirely subtle about your friendship right from the start, since you'd always been close and engaged in playful banter. But now that you were romantically involved, you knew you had to tone it down a bit.

And as much as you wanted to spill the beans that William was your secret date for the event, you instead flashed them a bright smile and feigned a light laugh.

"Who said I was planning on bringing anyone?" you tried to sound as casual as possible.

"Wait, so you're not bringing anyone?" Mitch asked, looking slightly surprised.

And you simply shook your head with a warm smile. "Nah... I'm not really feeling it. Besides, I'm kind of working, I guess. So, I'll just make sure you guys have a good time."

"So, you're not planning to introduce whoever you're seeing right now?" Auston added with a smirk, causing your eyes to widen slightly in surprise.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, trying your best to stay composed.

"Come on, as if we haven't noticed those hickeys on your neck, y/n," the Scottsdale lad grinned, pointing to the scarf you'd been wearing for the past few days.

Shit, you thought. William, who just had to leave marks, and now the boys had spotted them, which you knew they inevitably would. But you attempted to deflect their observation with a smile.

"Just because I've got hickeys doesn't mean I'm seeing anyone... at least not anyone I'd let you guys scare away at New Year's. That's what Easter is for," you casually joked, trying to lighten the slight tension.

And it appeared that your response was almost good enough for them, despite their questioning looks as if their minds were racing at full speed.

"Fair point," Mitch chuckled lightly.

However, just as they were about to return to their seats, Auston leaned in gently and whispered softly in your ear.

"I really hope that Willy approves of this guy..."

His low voice sent a shiver down your spine. Why would he say something like that?

"I don't know what you mean, Aus... Willy's just a good friend," you flashed him a sweet smile.

"Oh, I think we both know there's more than friendship on your mind," he gave you a cheeky wink before strolling back to his seat, joining the conversation casually.

You had to suppress your reaction, clenching your jaw to keep your composure when Auston more than hinted at your feelings for William. But it seemed like mere teasing, and the boys didn't actually know anything, you thought.

And truly, they didn't.

Only Calle was in the loop, as William had confided in him a few days ago. But as for Mitch and Auston? It was all just guesswork.

Speculations that had been floating around for a while, mainly because everyone was aware of William's crush on you. Furthermore, it was rather obvious to anyone paying attention how the two of you exchanged meaningful glances across the room.

Yet, they remained unaware of your relationship. They probably didn't even suspect that you and William had been sleeping together for months. Still, this lack of knowledge didn't stop them from pushing Willy to make a move on you.

To them, your connection was simply adorable and amusing. They'd never seen William so into a girl, at least not on an emotional level. So, for a while now, they'd been brainstorming ways to subtly bring the two of you closer. Just to test the waters.

Even before you and William had shared your first kiss, they’d occasionally made deliberate exits from the room at the same time, creating space for you to be alone with William. Or they'd linger outside a room, ensuring that William ended up being in close proximity to you.

However, this time was different.

They could sense that there was more than just friendly banter happening between you two, so they decided to take their efforts further.

And the result?

Mitch had asked Stephanie to assist, getting her to invite you for a coffee meet up on the 30th before the match, while Auston had made plans with William to take the dogs for a walk.

And as silly as their plan might have sounded, it led to you sitting alone in the coffee house after Stephanie texted you at the last minute, claiming she was tied up, and in walked William. Of course, Auston had bailed on him just before their supposed coffee walk.

You couldn't help but burst into heartfelt laughter as you realised what was going on. Seeing each other instead of the people you were meant to meet made it apparent that your friends were up to something.

"God, they really tried to set us up, didn't they?" you chuckled as William joined you at the table with a coffee.

"I suppose they did," he grinned widely. "But the joke's on them, I guess."

"Yeah, well... it kinda already would be, but there's no need to let them in on that," you smiled as you enjoyed your warm drink.

"Fair point... but I'll catch you later?" William smiled, knowing he had to return to his waiting dogs outside.

"Yup, as always," you whispered softly, your eyes fixed on him as he left the coffee shop, watching the man your heart deeply desired for as long as possible.

And not many hours passed before you were back at the Scotiabank Arena, greeting each player as they walked by, getting everything ready in the locker room, setting up their equipment, and preparing for the media's arrival.

Everything unfolded smoothly as usual. The media naturally quizzed William about his contract before shifting their focus to the night's game strategies. And then the players went through their warm-ups in preparation for the match against the Hurricanes.

However, unfortunately, it ended in yet another loss for the team. Their former teammate Bunting scored the opening goal for Carolina, and despite the Leafs' valiant efforts to stage a comeback, Aho had already sealed the match.

It was another evening in the hallway, filled with encouraging and uplifting words from management and families to ensure the players didn't lose all faith in themselves.

So, after ensuring everything was settled for the night, you found your boyfriend still in the locker room, almost done.

"Hey," you spoke softly, quickly making sure you were alone.

"Hey babe," he met your sweet smile as you slowly approached.

It wasn't easy to maintain distance between you two. Right now, all you wanted was to throw caution to the wind and shower him with affectionate words, just like all the other wives and girlfriends did with their partners.

Your gazes were fixed on each other as you slowly moved closer. You licked your lips in a seductive manner, considering the sensation of his lips on yours, as you allowed yourself to succumb to his embrace, feeling his body against yours.

There was an undeniable magnetic pull drawing you together, despite all rational thoughts advising against it. Yet, the attraction was overpowering. And before long, you found your hands resting gently on William's chest, while his hands delicately tangled in the back of your hair, drawing you in for a tender kiss.

It was gentle and affectionate, a romantic moment shared as you both tried not to be overwhelmed by the chemistry between you.

But it wasn't simple.

William had to muster the will to pull away, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around you, engage in a passionate kiss, and yield to the temptation of pressing you against the wall and fucking you right then and there.

So, releasing a soft sigh, he gazed down at you with a tender expression.

"Please don't tell me you're bringing a date tomorrow night..."

His words caught you off guard. Why would he even consider that possibility?

But it wasn't entirely without reason. For weeks leading up to the team event, the players had been discussing who the single ones would bring as their dates. When asked, William had casually laughed it off with a laid-back remark like 'maybe just someone I've hooked up with once' or 'I'm not bringing anyone, I'm too focused on hockey to have time to find a date'.

And these responses prompted Auston and Mitch to set him up with someone, hoping to see if there was anything between you two. But their matchmaking attempt seemed to have failed. At least, that's what you believed.

Looking up at the man in front of you with a gentle smile, you did your best to reassure him with a slight shake of your head.

"Don't worry, I only care about being in the same room as you, Willy."

And your soft words appeared to calm William's nerves a bit.

"Good," he simply said before pulling you in for another kiss, this time with a hint of more intensity as both of you leaned into it a bit more, unable to resist, and convinced that no one else was around.

As your tongues intertwined and William's hands drew you closer, your hands trailed up around his neck. But your intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by a loud exclamation. Startled, you turned around with wide eyes.

"YES! Fucking knew it!" Auston almost shouted as he and Mitch barged into the locker room, catching sight of you and William kissing. The two boys had decided to double back and check on their friend, still suspecting something mysterious was happening, and they were thrilled about what they found.

"Shit..." you muttered softly as you reluctantly pulled away a bit.

"Oh, don't let us interrupt, lovebirds..." Auston teased, waggling his eyebrows as he confidently stood at the entrance, with Mitch next to him, both sharing equally smug smirks.

"Come on, guys..." William attempted a casual chuckle, rubbing his hand on his neck, realising he had been caught out for real this time.

"Hey, no worries... your secret's safe with us," Mitch chuckled softly, raising his hands in a playful defence. "Well, it would be if everyone on the team didn't already know..."

"What?" you exclaimed, taken aback.

"Yeah, we've all sort of assumed for a while—just needed confirmation," Auston interjected with another assured chuckle. "And now we've got it!" he added before the two lads shook their heads and made their exit, leaving behind a few cheeky remarks.

"Remember to use protection!"

"And get some rest before the big event tomorrow."

You couldn't wrap your head around it. Did everyone really know about you and William?

Remaining still in the locker room, you turned to face William once more, a soft smile gradually spreading across your lips as the realisation of what had just occurred sank in.

"Well, fuck..." you chuckled softly.

"Yeah..." William smiled, his hands gently finding your hips as he pulled you closer to him. "The good thing now is that I won't have to sneak a kiss from you in the dark of the wardrobe tomorrow night," he whispered softly.

And you couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a sense of reassurance that the team knew about your relationship. Now, your main concern was only the managers.

"I suppose that's a relief," you chuckled lightly, planting another soft kiss on William's lips. However, you quickly separated once more upon hearing footsteps in the hallway, realising that the staff was finishing up, and it was time to leave the arena soon.

So, swiftly, you made your way out, calling it a night for the work.

And as had been the case many times before, you spent the night at William's condo. Gradually, it had become the place where you spent most of your time together, partly because you knew he wanted to be with his dogs, whom you also adored. Yet truth be told, William's place was just much nicer than yours. Despite the quirky art he'd decorated it with, his condo was spacious, well-appointed with stylish interior decor, and overall, just much better than yours.

So, what you opted to do was take advantage of his wonderful shower after gathering your outfit and essentials for hair and makeup. Meanwhile, William was casually enjoying some gaming time with the team before tonight’s event.

And before you knew it, both of you were dressed to the nines, getting ready to head out for the party, appearing just like a genuine couple.

"Oh, hell no," William chuckled, his mouth forming an 'O' as his eyes stared intensely at you.

"What?" you asked, slightly puzzled by his reaction.

"You can't wear that..."

His eyes scanned your figure, taking in the sight of the long, sleek black satin dress that snugly hugged your curves, boasting a slit running up your right leg, almost reaching to expose the skin on your hip. The dress had a plunging v-neck with thin straps, accentuating your chest.

"Of course, I can, babe," you softly chuckled as you approached him, your arms gently encircling his neck as you walked into his embrace, where his hands found your waist. "Remember, it's all for you..."

Your soft, seductive voice made William lean into your touch, and you shared a deep kiss, both of you striving not to mess up your styles, before reluctantly parting, taking a deep breath, and then heading to the event.

However, your choice of dress turned out to be more of a tease than you anticipated.

The way you carried yourself so elegantly drew attention from all corners of the venue. Girlfriends and wives complimented how stunning you looked with your hair and makeup done to perfection, and even a few managers offered polite remarks about your appearance in their utmost professional manner as you entered.

It was almost a form of exquisite torment being separated during dinner – you seated with the managers and employees, and naturally, William with his teammates. Even after dinner, you had to maintain your distance as you conversed with your colleagues, discussing your career goals and the outstanding progress of your internship.

Where somewhere along the way, you found yourself engaged with one of the players.

Yet, despite attempting to remain professional and composed throughout the evening, you couldn't resist exchanging glances with William. Your gazes piercing through the air as both of you observed each other engaging in different conversations. And the anticipation only heightened when, gradually, one by one, the managers and families with children began leaving the event, leaving the players and their partners without children behind to continue the party.

It was almost too good to be true.

You could finally express your longing for the man you desired in a nearly open setting among the team and their partners.

And as the clock struck midnight, William drew you in for a tender yet passionate kiss. It was a moment to openly share the deep feelings that had developed over the past few months, feelings that could now be openly displayed, at least for the night. The dynamics might change upon returning to work, but that concern was set aside for the time being.

For the moment, you relished in the ability to wrap your arms around each other, share laughter and jokes with the others, and simply revel in the party atmosphere.

It was all so magical.

Yet, despite the wonderful feeling of being openly affectionate as a couple, the desire within William was reaching a boiling point.

Your appearance tonight had stirred a longing in him, a yearning to touch you, to feel your body against his, and to reach the peak of pleasure together.

However, it seemed like you had no intentions of leaving the event anytime soon. You were engrossed in conversations when you weren't enticingly flaunting your curves on the dance floor.

And it was becoming overwhelming for him to watch.

You looked incredibly stunning and sexy, and William felt a sudden urge to let you know just how amazing you were – and make you feel more than just good.

So, as you returned from your dance with some of the girls, William sneakily entwined his fingers with yours, gently leading you towards the hallway.

“Willy…” you giggled, following along. “What's going on?”

But he remained silent.

Instead, he simply guided you towards one of the restrooms, not caring to whether it was designated for gents or ladies.

And with a mischievous grin, he pulled you inside, pressing you against the door, and his lips fervently meeting yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

It wasn't forceful, but it was passionate and urgent, and William had no intention of holding back or waiting until you got home.

“Willy,” you gasped between kisses, but there was no room for conversation. His hands explored your body, his lips trailing along your neck, urging you to lean back against the door, granting him better access to your sensitive skin.

You could already feel the heat and anticipation between your legs, throbbing as you thought about the pleasure of his touch. Despite knowing that his teammates were just on the other side of the door and could easily hear you, you couldn't resist surrendering to him completely.

“Please, baby,” William murmured softly against your neck. “I need you…”

His deep and husky voice effortlessly persuaded you as he seductively guided your weakened body to lean against the counter, your hands supporting you while your face was right in front of the mirror with William positioned behind you.

Your eyes locked in an intense gaze through the mirror's reflection as his hands explored the curves of your ass, gliding under the slit on your thigh, skilfully manoeuvring the fabric upwards to reveal your cheeks for him.

"You look so incredible, baby," he moaned deeply, his hands caressing your rear, teasing the edge of your thong before gradually pulling it down to pool around your ankles. "Be good for me."

Your mind struggled to form coherent thoughts as he spoke to you in that seductive tone, slowly unbuckling his belt, and letting his dress trousers fall to expose his naked form underneath. Naturally, he wasn't wearing any underwear; it would only be discarded anyway.

And as you followed his every move intently, you suddenly felt his thick fingers stroking up your inner thigh, teasingly trailing through your folds, and gently massaging your sensitive flesh.

"Willy," you moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying his touch as he delicately pressed against your entrance before slowly inserting two fingers, stretching your walls while stimulating them.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, let those moans out, show me you're a good girl," his smug face appeared in the mirror before you. Just keeping your eyes open became challenging as waves of pleasure washed over you.

And William as well, was a tad eager himself.

So, instead of his usual routine of providing you a climax before his own pleasure, he felt the urge to tend to his already firm member, proudly standing between your bodies.

So, slowly retracting his fingers, he delicately positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, ensuring your comfort before easing himself into your core.

“Fuck, Willy!” you exclaimed breathlessly, momentarily forgetting the presence of people outside.

But William, content with your uncontrollable moans, simply gradually moved his hips, the intensity overwhelming for both of you, as you shared such an intimate moment outside the confines of your homes. It felt exhilarating.

In fact, it felt more than just good.

As William rocked his hips, letting his cock stimulate your walls as you coated his length with your juices, he wrapped an arm around your body, holding you close to him as he rocked his hips and began pounding into you.

It was intimate yet rough and dirty. You dress was a complete mess as the man behind you thrusted passionately, making you both warm and sweaty with every moan, filling the air with raw sex noises.

“Yes, Willy,” you panted as you felt the sense of pleasure fill your every cell. Your rational mind long gone as he kept hitting your depth, and you felt the build-up of an orgasm.

“Yes, you’re such a good girl for me… letting me fuck you like this,” he praised you with a deep, rough voice, feeling his own climax coming in with each hard thrust.

Words and moans escaped you both as if no one was around. William didn’t bother to try and cover your both as louder sounds came out and you were unable to hold back.

Thoughts of sticking his fingers into your sweet mouth in order to keep you silent lingered his mind, but they were quickly brushed off as he enjoyed your noises too much.

And before long, you felt your legs tremble beneath you. Your body about to go completely numb as your climax was soon to peak and you couldn’t’ see straight any more. The image of William in the mirror began blurry, and without any form of control you tried to warn him. Clenching your walls as your moaned out loudly how you were about to come.

“Yes, come for me,” William encouraged amidst loud sounds of skin slapping together, his hand forcefully holding onto your breast as he continued pounding, aiming to push you over the brim.

“Fuck Willy!” you let out a loud moan, as you let the rush course over your body, feeling how your cunt almost sprayed with essence and your legs turning into jelly under him.

And your squirming under him mad William follow suit, sooner than he anticipated as your tightening around his cock send him over as well, letting himself coat your walls with his cum, filling you up completely as his body almost collapsed onto yours.

Moans slowly silenced, only heavy breaths leaving your bodies as you both gasped for air to refill your lungs.

It was an intense orgasm of a kind.

A build up thrill that had been released, and it took more than a minutes before William had the strength to pull apart from you.

“Shit…” you softly panted as you slowly came back to reality, realising just where you were and what you’d done.

Everyone could have heard you. Being aware of what you’d been doing.

But William was merely satisfied, flashing a big grin as he pulled up his trousers.

“What ‘s with the smug face, Nylander?” you flashed him a cocked eyebrow in the mirror.

“Nothing,” he simply chuckled. “I’m just letting everyone know what exactly we are…”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. This boy was just too much. But god, how much you adored him.

As cheeky and smug he was, just as equally sweet and caring he could be.

“Guess, we’ll have to return to the party…” you flashed him a slightly concerned smile.

“Guess we do,” William spoke softly, before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, followed by him bending down, prompting you to step out of your underwear, and tucked them into his pocket. “My souvenir for the night,” he smiled, before you both returned more than satisfied to the event.

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