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midnight-moth · 10 months

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May we get some angst of Dew then being comforted by the other ghouls, maybe a ghoul cuddle pile?

Oh yes. Because Dew has been feeling a whole lot of angst on this tour! Read below the cut. Thanks for the prompt anon 💖

It happened at the first ritual. And then it happened again. And again. And again. The wireless transmitter failed, the sound cut out completely, his pedal board decided it just wasn’t going to work. And then it decided that a few more times.

Dew would stomp in agitation, flip off his equipment, beckon the techs with impatient gestures. Aside from the actual malfunction, the crowd thought that Dew’s reaction was all part of the spectacle. And maybe it was, at first.

But when the number of rituals were moving into the double digits, his rage became very real. It was the first thing he felt when everything went wrong. And when he blamed himself for it.

Some of it had absolutely nothing to do with him. The cannons firing early, the lights shutting off, the curtain getting stuck as the crew tried to yank it from where it had attached itself to a rafter. It nonetheless added to his unease. The feeling that everything was about to go wrong.

Tonight seemed better. So far so good. Until he planted his boot on the pedal board and all of the sound coming from his guitar cut out. He frantically stepped on different pedals, but heard nothing coming from his monitor.

This had been maybe the 4th time this specific issue had happened. With the spotlights shining on him, because he should’ve been playing a solo, he was instead standing there motioning for techs that weren’t there.

Blinded by rage at this point, he stomped, and not in a Im so human and weak way. In a I am forged from fire and demon blood way, and managed to crush the metal frame of the phaser pedal under the heel of his boot, cracking the also metal frame of the board right in half.

Thank Satan for the new masks. No one could see his eyes. His tears soaked into the fabric of the balaclava covering his mouth. He wasn’t sad. He was angry. And when he got angry enough, he cried. And it made him feel like a kit having a temper tantrum.

Dew would say he just wanted to put on a good show, that he shouldn’t be making mistakes this late in the game, and that he too responsibility for all of his equipment. Even if he didn’t set it up.

Others would say Dew was a perfectionist. That the smallest mistake would send him spiraling. Sometimes for days. That he would mutter under his breath about it and beat himself up about it and run it over in his mind in an obsessive cycle trying to pinpoint the exact moment it all went wrong so that it would never happen again.

“We all make mistakes Dew.”

“We can’t control everything Dew.”

“Stop beating yourself up Dew.”

You’re making a big deal out of nothing Dew.”

“We get that you’re pissed but don’t take it out on us Dew.”

They didn’t understand how deeply affected he was, that each and every equipment failure, set up issue, or stroke of bad luck stick to the next, until it was a massive weight on his back that practically made him stoop when he walked.

When he walked off the stage that night, rather when he stormed off it, stalking off to the showers, taking his rage out on his own skin as he scrubbed himself raw. He didn’t bother drying his hair, no matter how tangled it would be later. He sat alone in a plastic chair at the rear of the venue in between the floodlights affixed to the wall.

When they were all finally ready to move, filtering out the back door in search of Dew they almost missed him in that patch of darkness until they noticed the Cherry of his cigarette glowing in the dark.

“Hey Dew, time to go.”

Swiss employed his softest, least obnoxious semi sing-song voice, however Dew still practically sneered at him as he fell in line.

He was the last to get on the bus. By then everyone felt the rage radiating off of him. Each trying to make individual decisions about how they’d deal with it. Unanimously, they all wanted to just leave him be. Until the boil lowered to a simmer. At these stage surely anything they said to him would just infuriate him further.

As Dew traversed the tall steps, his toe caught on the lip of very last step, his hands were full so there was nothing to prevent him from slamming his face into the wall that enclosed the drivers seat.

When his head stopped spinning he looked to see everyone had come to a halt, staring at him with what appeared to be a combination of concern and fear. He felt something warm dripping down his face, his olfactory organs immediately recognized it as blood, as did his eyes when he realized it was dripping on the light grey carpet.

No one could see the countdown that had been set, but they knew he was about to explode.

“Dew, can I help you? I’ll take your bags and” - Mountain extended his hand, slowly, as if Dew would bite his fingers off. And he might.

Dew dropped his duffle and back pack on the floor and wiped his nose on his sleeve, leaving a bloody smear across his face. He looked up at Mountain with a somewhat neutral expression that said time was almost up. They all froze, waiting to see if the bus was about to be engulfed in flames. Not this time, he sunk cross legged to the floor and let out one of the most wretched cries they’ve ever heard.

“Oh Dew, come here. Don’t sit on the dirty floor.” Mountain crouched in front of him, using his on sleeve to staunch the flow of blood dripping onto Dew ‘s lap.

“Can you walk, can you stand?”

Dew just shook his head. No yelling, no screaming, just tears and blood. Mountain scooped him up and brought him to the back of the bus, depositing them both on the couch.

“You wanna talk about it, firebug?”

Dew shook his head, he just kept his eyes downcast, rubbing at the blood that was drying down on his hand. Dew was beyond anger, completely defeated., absolutely done. They all knew it.

Swiss searched in vain for ice, remembering there was no freezer in the tiny tour bus fridge. The best he could do was a cold bottle of beer wrapped in a t-shirt.

Rain located the first aid kit affixed to the wall in the bathroom. An infection on top of everything else wasn’t what they needed. Especially since the cut on the bridge of his nose happened to lay exactly where his mask would hit.

Rain dabbed at the cut with a swab soaked in alcohol. The scent made Dew’s nose scrunch up, between that and the burn, and the embarrassment of it all, Rain was dabbing at tears as well as the slice on his skin.

Swiss handed over the bottle, knowing that Dew preferred the calming energy of Rain and Mount when he was broken down this far.

Instead he hung back with the new guy and texted Cirrus, on the other bus with the Cirrus and Aurora. They had nothing helpful to offer. No ice and no advice. So he sunk back on the sofa and waited for some cue that told him he could be useful in this situation. The quintessence ghoul knew he could help, but he’d rather wait until he was asked rather than be intrusive.

The bus lurched forward, making it onto the highway shortly thereafter. Dew hadn’t spoken a word yet. He occasionally squeaked at the shifting of the fabric across the cut as Rain held the cold bottle to his face.

“I broke my pedal.”

“Oh, Dew, it doesn’t matter. It’s all replaceable. Unlike you. You’re the one we need to be okay.” Dew dropped his shoulders, abandoning the rigid posture he’d maintained since they sat down, giving in to the comfort that Mountain’s wide shoulders and long arms offered.

Rain pulled the beer out of the shirt and offered it to Dew but he shook his head. “You want tea instead?” Dew looked back at Rain as if he felt guilty saying yes. Rain kissed his forehead and stood to go make him one.

“I don’t know why you’re all being so nice to me. It was my fault.”

“You know that’s not true.” A gentle chiding sometimes helped snap him out of his cycle of self blame. Emphasis on gentle. Mountain continued, his deep voice as soft as he could manage.

“Maybe you did break the board. But the rest wasn’t your fault at all. I know you want to take it upon yourself to make sure everything is perfect. But this is a giant machine with many moving parts. A lot of them operated by humans. And we’re just getting started. It’ll get better Firebug, I know it will.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Dew muttered, taking the scalding mug of tea that Rain held out to him. In fact, Rain had to carry it with a kitchen towel, but that’s how Dew liked it. Even if it was like drinking hot lava.

Rain sat behind Dew, gently working through the knots in his half-dry hair. “It happens to me too, I almost kicked a stage light right off the podium.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Okay, maybe not. But we’ve all had issues. C’s keyboard not making a sound when she walked out for her solo, standing there at center stage. The crowd staring at him her. Remember how upset she was?”

“Yeah, I remember. But still. She didn’t stomp on her keytar when it happened.”

Rain brushed his fingers against Dew’s scalp, watching his head lull backwards. “I know. Yes, you did that. Yes, your temper gets the best of you. But you have a lot at stake. We all know it. You’re just gonna have to forgive yourself.”

“No, I don’t and you can’t make me.”

Rain gave his hair a playful tug. “Oh? I think I can.”

Mountain saw the half smile hidden behind the now empty mug. He pried it out of Dew’s hands, handing it behind him to Swiss who he knew was probably dying inside from feeling useless.

Dew leaned back, yawning once, and then over and over. “Someone’s sleepy.” Mountain stood again with Dew in his arms. “Time for bed?”

“Don’t infantilize me. I’m a super scary fire demon and shit.”

“Yes, babygirl. But how can you burn as all to a crisp if you’re tired?”

Dew replied with a hiss. “Your bed.”

Mountain nodded. His was the biggest. He was thrilled when their manager told them they had enough funds to make small modifications to tour bus.

“And?”

“Yeah, all of you.” Dew grunted.

“I knew it you softy.” Swiss kissed his cheek before launching himself on the bed.

“I get the middle!” Dew called out.

“Of course. We already know that, Princess.” Rain slid across the wide mattress next to Swiss.

“Not a princess.” Dew muttered as he pressed himself up against Rain’s chest. Two ghouls left. Phantom stood there looking apprehensive.

“Go on, he won’t bite you, unless you ask.”

He crawled in, sculpting himself to the shape of Dew’s body while maintaining an inch wide gap between them. Dew reached behind and grabbed his arm to yank him closer. “That’s not how this works.”

“Yeah, okay.” He sounded slightly terrified which made Dew giggle. His reputation must’ve made it down to the pit. Even though it was mostly untrue.

Mountain crawled in next, pushing the quintessence ghoul’s body the rest of the way. He usually took the edge, because his large body was like a dam keeping the rest of them from spilling on to the floor in the night.

Dew always tried to hold it back, reputation to maintain and what not, but his purr always started up first and despite his size, it was definitely the loudest.

“Feeling better, princess?”

Dew slapped Swiss with his tail. “Not a princess.”

Probably the biggest lie Dew told about himself that night. He absolutely was and he knew it.

The next morning Cumulus skipped over to the bus to see how he was. “I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt unless I touch it.”

“Well, I thought it might. But I made this for you.”

It was a sort of headband looking thing. Only it was thinner. Aside from one piece that seemed to be 3 layers thick. Knitted from buttery soft black yarn.

“Thanks - uh - what is it?”

She slipped it over his head, letting the padded part rest on the bridge of his nose. “It’s so your helmet doesn’t dig into it.”

Dew’s eyes shone in the morning light, but Cumulus just gave him a peck on the cheek and walked away. She wouldn’t tell anyone that a little piece of knitting made him cry.

#nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #Swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #phantom ghoul #the band ghost fanfic #fluff #Dew is angy #midnight moth answers #midnight moth asks #midnight moth writes #cw injury #cw blood #cw hurt comfort

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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2 - ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ - ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

ɢʀᴏᴜᴘɪᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

part 2

pairing: guitarist! seonghwa x fem! reader feat. lead singer! san (he’s just there so there’s no smut involving him…yet 👀)

genre: band au, smut, angst that lasts for a split second

summary: you'd do anything for your favorite guitarist.

w.c: 2.1k

warnings: alcohol use, dom! seonghwa, sub! reader, free use, jealousy, dirty talk, fingering, marking, somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: i've always wanted to write a band au so i was vibrating the entire time i wrote this fdhfshf. oh also i'm not going to be reblogging all the nice feedback i get during FFF only bc i don't want people's feeds to constantly be filled up with my replies yk? but i’ll respond to them in the comment section <3

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You’ve always been particularly drawn to the guitarist of a band. Sure, the lead singer was always cocky, full of himself, shameless, but usually had the charm and the looks to back it up. The bassist was usually kind, down to earth, and sweet most of the time. The drummer was confident and robust. But the guitarist…the guitarist was always something else — especially from your all-time favorite band: Paradigm Glitch.

Seonghwa was charming, so much so that he had you like a puppy on an invisible leash, always willing to answer his every beck and call. He had a ton of passion and fever, especially when it came to his beliefs. He was beyond beautiful, always catching your attention with his stark raven hair, his intense gaze, and his striking features. And of course, he was very, very good with his hands. You could go on and on, but your favorite band member would be starting a set soon.

“Y/N, put one leg up and spread your cunt open. Lemme get a better look,” Seonghwa commanded in a gruff voice, swinging his guitar strap around so that his guitar hung upside down off his back.

You leaned against the wall, glancing around the corner of the hallway, hearing some employees and his other band members grumbling about not being able to find Seonghwa for the nth time. “Hwa, you should just…”

“You’re the one who suggested free use,” he tsked, raking a hand through his hair, the silver jewelry hanging around his wrist jingling with his movement. “I said to put your leg up and spread your pretty cunt for me. So do it.”

You brought your leg up onto the extra speaker sitting on the floor next to you and lifted your skirt to show that you were going commando like usual, using your thumbs to spread your lips apart. "Like this, Hwa?"

"Mm, good girl," the guitarist praised huskily, immediately sliding two digits into you up to the knuckles, his various-sized rings stretching you out and offering you a pleasurable burning sensation. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your flowery perfume, his plush lips attaching to your soft skin to leave a mark. He preferred to mark what was his.

Due to being a skilled guitarist after years and years of playing, his calloused fingers always brought you to a place of euphoria you could never reach without his help. He had you gripping the rough material of his jacket, barely able to contain your moans, your legs shaking beneath you.

"Gonna cum..." you exhaled weakly, your voice barely making it out of your dry throat.

"Cum, then." Seonghwa continued pounding his fingers into you, slipping in a third and eagerly rubbing your g-spot, your arousal eventually spilling out onto the concrete floor below.

"Hwa...! Oh my god!"

After bringing his cum-coated fingers up to his lips to clean them, Seonghwa grabbed your chin and gave your jaw a kiss, leaving your essence on your skin. “I’ll see you later, baby," he cooed into your ear, walking away and leaving you breathless like he always did.

You stood in the corner of the tour bus, downing a bottle of dark beer, surrounded by tons of loud, drunken people that you didn’t know or cared to know.

“Y/N, hey,” San, the lead singer of the band, addressed you, leaning against the wall beside you and prodding your side with his elbow. “Why do you look so sad, huh?”

Wiping your mouth, you glanced over at him, your hazy eyes focusing on his lip ring, before looking across the bus at Seonghwa, who had his arms around two fans. “Seonghwa hasn’t talked to me all night. He’s too busy entertaining those whores over there.”

San chuckled, grabbing a cold beer from a guy nearby, popping off the cap, and replacing your old one, prompting you to take a few long swigs. “Can you really blame him?”

You shot him a fiery look, muttering, “I should be his whore. Not them.”

San licked his lips, unconsciously prodding his piercing with the tip of his tongue. “That’s hot. Since he’s so busy, want to give me a ride?”

Though San was attractive — insanely attractive at that, you were far too focused on Seonghwa. You wanted him. Needed him. But you weren't about to beg for it. “Maybe next time, San.”

He leaned close to your ear, his breath hitting your skin. “Promise you’ll let me put a baby in you?”

You almost choked on the bitter liquid, but swallowed it down anyway. “Why would you want to do that?”

He shrugged. “I like filling up whores with my cum. Is there something wrong with that?”

San didn't have a filter. He said exactly what he was thinking. Did whatever he wanted. This showed up in his lyrics, his raw vocals, and his facial expressions, mesmerizing everyone in the crowd. This way of life especially affected his behavior while up on stage. You couldn't even keep track of how many guitars he smashed during this tour alone.

Being reminded of how incredibly hot San was, you were almost tempted to backtrack and take him up on his offer, but when Seonghwa eyed you from across the room and gave you a crooked smile, your mind was made up.

“I gotta go…” you mumbled, taking a big swig of the beer and pushing it into the lead singer’s broad chest, walking away into the sea of people.

“Damn.” To distract himself from his bruising ego, San tilted his head back and chugged down the rest of your beer. Wiping his mouth, he turned to his left to start a conversation with a few girls that had been eye-fucking him since he got on the bus.

Fueled by jealousy and desire, you walked up to Seonghwa and ran a manicured finger along the curve of your neck, where he had left his mark on you. “Want to give me another one of these, Hwa?”

Despite the two girls almost fuming at your forward question, Seonghwa chuckled, rubbing a bit of smeared mascara from one of his eyelids. “I always do, baby. I’ll be paying you a visit later on tonight, okay?”

You folded your arms across your chest. “Later on?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m kinda busy right now." He motioned with his head to one of the girls, encouraging them to give you a smug look and lean closer to him just to spite you.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling, “Whatever,” looking as unbothered as humanly possible, before heading back into the crowd and grabbing a random bystander’s beer, taking a swig of it.

Seonghwa watched you disappear in the flow of people, blowing a bit of air out of his nose, smiling softly to himself. He always found your messiness to be endearing, rather than concerning. He was a rockstar, after all. He did a lot worse things himself: participated in illicit drug use, got into a worrying amount of bar fights, and hosted way too many orgies to even count, so who was he to judge you for being so attached to him?

You weaved past drunk strangers and people that might’ve been inside of each other, eventually pushing past a door that led to the deluxe bunk section. You walked up to of one the tip bunks that Seonghwa used and pulled the privacy curtain to the side, not expecting to see San tangled up around both of the girls, his hair messy as all hell, his shirt off and tossed onto the corner of the mattress, and streaks of red lipstick littered all across his melanin skin. That was the final straw.

He turned his head back in your direction, slowly pulling his fingers out of the girl’s mouth, giving you a nervous smile. “I was jus–”

“Just get out of here and go fuck on your own bed!” you cut him off with a brief command, pointing in the direction of San’s bunk with your beer, trying to do it as menacingly as possible. “I don’t want to hear your dumbass excuse.”

San sighed softly, getting off of the bed with his t-shirt in his hand, about to follow the girls that were heading in the direction you pointed, but stopping near you. “I got a load with your name on it, Y/N. Just say the word.” Amused by the shock that overtook your blushing face, he patted your shoulder and walked past you, about to dive into his bed.

He really was something else, you had to admit, but your mind was still focused solely on Seonghwa. You kicked off your shoes, chugged the beer and tossed it into the trash, then collapsed dramatically onto the mattress, falling asleep after a few minutes of ruminating.

Pulling yourself out of a dream, it took you a few seconds to realize what was happening. You heard the springs in the bed squeaking underneath you first, then you felt the pressure and heavy weight of something incredibly hot sliding in and out of you. Not only that, but your thighs ached a bit where something was squeezing into them.

“God, baby, you’re so tight even in your sleep…” Seonghwa sighed, gripping your thighs and spreading them farther apart, gazing down at your half-naked body. He hunched over you, his pants dropping past his upper thighs, his loose tank top hanging low enough to give you a view of his sweat-covered chest, breathing heavily as though he had been going at it for quite a while.

"Seong...hwa..." You opened your eyes, gazing up at the man with stars in your glossy eyes, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close to you. "Please...."

"Please, what?" He brought his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin, taking pleasure in the moans and whimpers you let out.

"Harder, Hwa..."

"Yeah?" Seonghwa pulled himself away from your bruising neck to sit up, lifting your lower half up from the mattress, beginning to pound into you at a deeper angle, hearing you gasp, your face contorting from the pleasure. "Mm, just like that, huh, baby? You like it right there?"

"Yes, fuck yes...!" you moaned out, your lower-half pulsing and almost trembling from how close you were to cumming. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Hwa..."

He pressed his lips to your cheek, just beside your lips, murmuring, "Shhh, you don’t want to wake the other members, do you? Or do you want them to hear you cumming for me?”

You shook your head, a bit of drool leaving your the corner of your mouth. “I don’t care if they hear, Hwa…They should know I’m yours…”

“Mm, then cum with me," he commanded in a shaky tone, his hips suddenly smacking into yours at a rapid speed, overwhelming you in the process and making you unravel just before he did.

"Hwa..." You ran your fingers through his damp raven hair, simply admiring his beauty, as he slowly rode out his orgasm, still sliding in and out of you.

"Don't look at me like that, baby..." he whispered, pulling out of you and laying down beside you, giving your temple a small kiss. "I'll fall in love."

You didn't say anything back, instead burying your face into the crook of his neck, slipping your fingers back into his hair, stroking the ends of it. It wouldn't be fair to take him away from so many adoring fans, only because you knew you wouldn't be able to handle having to share him with everyone if he was yours one day.

You both laid there for a while, the buzzing of your brains and bodies eventually fading away, prompting you to break the silence, your lips forming a pout. "Can you fuck me when I'm awake next time? I want to see you. And I want to feel everything you're doing to me..."

Seonghwa ran his fingers through your equally damp hair, bringing his mouth to your neck to give you another mark, mumbling against your skin, "But you did feel everything. Even in your sleep, you were moaning and whining my name."

Your cheeks flushed with color, wondering if you were saying his name simply because you always seemed to dream about him. "Can you wake me up tomorrow the exact same way?"

He clutched your chin, bringing his lips to your jaw to kiss you in the same spot he always did. "What kind of question is that, baby?"

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digitaltourbus · 6 months

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"Sewing is what pays the bills!" -Ice Nine Kills

#ice nine kills #digital tour bus #bus invaders #tour bus #metalcore #sewing

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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— musician eren! 💭🖇

he loves when you’re in the front row of any of his concerts. seeing the bright smile of yours brighten his entire mood and the glimmer of his initials around your neck gives him a boost of energy. One thing is for certain, Eren gives you a certain look when fingering playing his guitar. you knowww what he’s doing and he knows. obviously he knows, sick fuck but regardless of when and where Eren will give that look. Hopefully you’re ready for what’s in store after the concert.

I swear this is the only thot that will be in my head for the rest of the week. Thank you for this 😵‍💫🧎🏾‍♀️cause let’s talk about it.

cw: mentions of fingering, dirty talk, sexual content

(Y/N), always sitting pretty; front row at your man’s performances and having the time of your life, turning up to his music. You were always a big fan but now it all hit so differently. Knowing that he’s gotten much more confident and enthused while on stage because of your presence. Being blatantly aware that his sexier joints are inspiration directly drawn from his late night son the tour bus with you and when you first started hooking up. Even diving head first into the chaos of the mosh pits that break out during his more amped up joints. With the protection of his fans and security of course!..either way, you always have a good time. Constantly getting shoutouts and showered with love by his loyal supporters because their fave is so much happier after years of avoiding the spotlight and you’re to thank. You’ll wear the cutest, sexiest outfits..bouncing around and having a ball. He can see you from the corner, shouting his lyrics louder than fans who’ve been around since his early days. You were undoubtedly the biggest motivator for his best work. Especially when he sees that glistening Cuban Link with his initials around your throat and you making eye contact with him. EJ absolutely adores when he catches you singing his more hardcore songs about guns, violence and drugs..it’s so hot to him, he especially for such a beautiful woman to say such vulgar things. But his favorite part of the show..is when he gets to play an instrument. Always assigning a song to the setlist that requires it. Whether it be piano, sax or whatever, he could do it all! On this particular night, he chooses the electric guitar for a slower song that he wrote one night while working late, all with his special lady in mind. “I just wanna play a lil’ something for y’all real quick. Hope you don’t mind.” In actuality, it’s for his own gratification because what the other thousands of filling this venue right now are unaware of, is that as soon as they’re gone and he gets you to himself, he’s going to have a little private show of his own..

one that requires you sitting on his lap with your legs spread as he sinks those digits knuckle deep into you, all while making you keep eye contact. And the second you see him sitting on that stool, instrument propped on his knee and he starts singing into the microphone..he just knows it won’t be long before you fold. Those eyes fixated on you as he sings about making love and putting you on top of him. The mood in the building has entirely shifted. Truly showing off not only his versatility but his ability to shift the atmosphere like that. Honestly, it’s because he couldn’t think of anything other than those fingers picking at those strings being sank knuckle deep into that pretty pussy..whimpering as you straddle his lap. Casually strumming through those notes and you can’t help but imagine those very movements inside of you. Which it didn’t take you long to catch his subtle hints; the narrowing of his gaze solely on him, a half cocked smirk on his face and his bottom lip tucked gently between his teeth. It’s so sexy and a signal that he’s going to rearrange those pretty little insides when he gets out of here! Bidding the crowd adieu after his last ballad.

“Thank you, (city name). Hope y’all have a good night..I know I will.”

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neverknoah · 2 months

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Pillow Talk

18+ nicholas ruffilo x afab!reader smut

It's the morning after Nicholas returned back from touring in Europe and the two of you catch up ;)

warnings: dom! nick and sub!reader, cussing, heavy petting, digital penetration, penetration, she/her pronouns used, no use of "Y/N" only pet names like "good girl" "baby", cock warming.

AN: please please please let me know if I missed anything in the warnings! I am always open to criticism on my warnings! I never want to leave anything out that could potentially trigger someone. Lots of love and enjoy <3

The distant chirping of morning birds gradually rouses you from slumber. As you awaken, your gaze is drawn to the suncatcher hanging by the window. Its crystals reflect the morning sunlight, casting a cascade of rainbows across the bedroom. Yet, your attention is swiftly captured by the warmth of arms wrapped around your middle and the gentle breath against your neck. Snuggling closer, you find solace in the heat behind you.

Nicholas had been touring in Europe for two months, and it was a long enough stretch for you to yearn for him to be back in your presence. But, finally, after a long two months, your lover is back in your bed, and you're finally back in his embrace.

You feel him begin to stir, and he tightens his hold on you, nuzzling his face closer into the crook of your neck, ticking you with his nose and scruff, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

“Good morning.” you whisper softly, reaching a hand back to card through his unruly bedhead.

“Am I still dreaming?” Nicholas asks, squeezing you tighter.

“Nope,” you say, popping the “p.” “I’m very real.” you reassure him, twirling a piece of his hair.

“God, I missed this. I missed waking up with you in my arms, sleeping in my own bed, and not having to sleep in a moving coffin on a tour bus with multiple other guys,” he groans out the last part, kissing your shoulder in appreciation. “Missed sleeping with my baby,”

“I’m so happy you’re home too. Missed you more than you can even imagine.”

You turn in his embrace and meet his sleepy grey eyes full of love and devotion. His lips turn up in a half-smirk as he brushes a couple of rouge baby hairs from your face while you admire him.

“Hi, pretty baby.” he smiles, cupping your jaw and caressing the apple of your cheek.

“Hi, Nicky.” you smile.

“There’s no way I am leaving you when we pick back up in April,” “I need you in my bed every night and every morning.” he states, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck to trace his thumb against your jawline. You sigh at his words,

“It kills me more than you know not to be able to go with you. I promise it does. But, you know I can’t just quit my job and go awol from school to follow you around the world,” you frowned, placing your hand atop the one he has on your neck. “But l don’t want to think about the future right now, ok? I just want to enjoy the time we have right now and lay in this bed with you and admire you a little longer.” The last part of your statement gets a bashful grimace out of Nick. You pick up the hand he hand on your neck and turn it over to give him palm a kiss, punctuating your statement.

Comfortable silence overtakes the room while the two of you bask in the warmth of the sunlight and the warmth of each other’s body. Gentle touches and kisses full of devotion are exchanged in utter blissful silence. Just enjoying each other's presence and affection. However, the soft touches just aren’t enough to satiate the need quickly burning between your legs, so you shuffle closer to his body and slot your legs between his, hoping he gets the memo. When you glance from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, he understands your look, but he wants you to vocalize your needs.

“Kiss me, please?” you whine, cupping his jaw.

Nick's hand comes up to grab your neck possessively as his lips collide with yours in a needy, passionate kiss. He tastes like mint chapstick, nicotine, and morning breath. You’d missed the way he tasted. His grip on your neck is comforting and tight enough to make you dizzy with a need for more. The kiss quickly delves into messy territory, going from passionate and sweet to a messy dance of gnashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands migrate from his jaw to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his bedhead and tugging, drawing a deep moan from him. Nick’s warm, inked hand moves from your neck to snake around your back, where his other hand rests on your hip to pull them against his groin. You moan against his lips, feeling his hard cock through his pajama pants against your warm heat. He smirks against your lips, enjoying the rise he can get from you with just a little bit of making out and heavy petting. You roll your hips against his groin, pulling another deep moan from his lips that makes him draw back from the kiss.

“God, fuck, I missed you.” he groans, rolling your body atop his so that your hips straddle his and your chest presses against his.

“I was so fucking tired last night that I didn’t take care of you like the good girl you are, did I?” he asks, looking into your lust-filled eyes. You nod in agreement, staring into his blown-out eyes, pupils overtaking his stormy grey irises. Staring at him only fuels the fire growing in your tummy, and out of embarrassment, you fist his dark grey sleep shirt and hide your face against his neck.

“Nuh uh, none of that. Sit up,” he states, pulling the nape of your neck away from his neck so he can look at your face. You whine in protest at his action but submit.

Your hips haven’t ceased rolling, and Nick takes notice as you create a wet mark against his pajama pants.

“Poor baby is just so needy. Don’t worry. I’m gonna make it all better. Let’s get you undressed, ok?” he asks, playing with the hem of your sleep shirt.

You nod too enthusiastically, and Nick snickers at your display. He slides your sleep shirt over your head, and he exposes your boobs to the crisp air of the room. He takes both of them in his hands and kneads the warm flesh in his hands before he tweaks your nipples. You whine at the stimulation, receiving a deep chuckle from Nick when you press your chest into his hands, chasing more sensation.

Without the cover of your sleep shirt, the wet mark on your modest cotton panties is revealed to Nick’s lustful gaze.

“Been neglecting her, huh? Haven’t given her any attention in a couple of months now. And oh, baby, she’s just begging for it. Drooling all over your poor panties.” Nick coos, rubbing his thumb over your soaked, covered entrance, rubbing tight circles into your bundle of nerves.

“Mmmhmm.” you mewl at his lewd words and grip his shoulders for stability at the sudden direct stimulation to your clit. Nick’s words get you more flustered, which sends you deeper into your submissive headspace.

Sliding your panties to the slide, he drags two fingers through your slick, then through your entrance, penetrating and curling into your heat. You gasp at the intrusion but melt into his hand, and you grind your hips with the motion of his fingers as he stokes the growing fire raging deep within your belly. Even though he’s given you a taste, you’re greedy for more.

“Nicky, please.” you whine, grabbing his wrist and giving him a pleading stare.

“Ok, ok baby, was just making sure you were nice and wet for me. It’s been a couple of months,” he shushes you, pulling his fingers from between your legs and moving his previously occupied hand to join the other he has gripped on your waist.

Honoring your request, he rolls your body over so that your head lands into the pillows he was previously on, caging you between his tan tattooed arms. You smile mischievously up at him, and he smirks back, craning his neck toward your ear, to whisper,

“What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” and punctuates his question with a nip at your ear lobe.

“You,” you gasp out. “Need you, Nicky.” you state, scratching down his shirt-clad back.

“You have me, baby,” “Be a little more specific.”

“Fuck, Nick!” you whine in frustration, throwing your head back into the pillows.

“Need you to take your fucking clothes off and fuck me like the patient girl I’ve been.” you huff in frustration, clawing deeper into the skin of Nick’s back.

“See, knew you could be a good girl and use your words. But lose the attitude, Princess.” he growls, nipping at your exposed neck.

Nick sits back on his knees as he tugs off his sleep shirt, exposing his colorful tattooed skin and the little patch of chest hair that adorns the middle of his chest. One of your favorite parts about seeing Nicky undress is his chest hair. The little patch of chest hair he keeps that trailed down his soft tummy, and his navel that disappeared under his pants makes your mouth water whenever he takes off his shirt. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he knew how much you loved it and that he kept it just because seeing your eyes get big and glassy made him feel a little cocky and confident. Nick has always leaned more on the self-conscious side, but ever since he met you, in moments like this, where it’s just the two of you in your little love-filled bubble, he rarely feels those thoughts arise. Next to go are his pajama pants and boxers, which frees his thick hard dick. Nick definitely wasn’t long, but he sure as hell was the thickest you’ve ever taken, and every time he revealed himself to you, you couldn’t help but stare in pure awe at how beautiful he is. Nick smirks at your ogling, and you clench your knees together as he crawls back over your body, slotting his knee in between your thighs.

“Open.” he demands, pulling your hips forward, prying your legs open to his gaze.

“There she is.” Nicholas smiles at your exposed heat. Whining at the lewd attention, you bury your face in the pillow next to you.

“What’s got you all shy, baby? I thought this was what you wanted? Come on, lemme see that pretty face.” He grabs your jaw, turning your face to his as he cranes his neck down to kiss your cheek gently.

“There she is. My beautiful girl.” Nick smiles, foreheads touching as his lips meet yours in a tender kiss.

“I don't want to keep you waiting. Are you ready?” Nick asks sweetly, rutting against your thigh impatiently.

“Mmhmm.” you respond, nodding your head, hand coming up to cup his cheeks as he pulls your legs up to hook around his hips.

He gives you one last kiss, before lining up with your entrance and sliding home. Seating fully inside you, you moan at the fullness and the warmth that you’d been deprived of for months. He feels like warm velvet as your heat clenches around him. He gives you both a moment to get your bearings after being away from each other for so long that you both need a second to catch your breath.

“God, you feel like heaven. So fucking perfect.” Nick groans, placing a kiss on your neck. You whimper at his praise as he sucks the skin of your neck, definitely leaving a hickey for you to admire later. After a while, you squeeze around him, and he jerks within you.

“Please move.” you moan out.

Hearing you loud and clear, he pulls out and trusts back into you, setting a deep, sensual pace that punches little “unghs” from your lips.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Nick checks in with you, keeping pace.

“So fucking full,” you whine against his lips, back arching against the mattress and breasts pushing into Nick’s sweat-slicked chest.

“Fingers, I need your fingers.” you moan out.

“I gotcha.”

Nick leans back just enough to unhook your legs from his hips and press them against your chest, deepening the angle he’s hitting inside you and giving him access to rub tight circles into your clit with his thumb. You gasp at the sudden change in depth he’s hitting within you and the new stimulation to your clit.

“God, you take me so fucking well. Sucking me in so deep.” Nicholas grunts as he quickens his thrusts to the pace of his fingers, causing him to slap the back of your thighs with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, Nicky. I’m close.” You grit out, hands grasping his shoulders to ground yourself.

“I know I can feel you clenching me. Come on, baby. Give it up. Come for me.”

The band in your tummy snaps at his words, and you’re thrown head-first into your orgasm.

“There we go. Cumming so hard for me. Making such a pretty mess.” Nick states, talking you through your orgasm as he chases his own.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where?” Nick groans, hips faltering as he approaches his peak.

“In me. Fuck cum in me, please.” you mewl in your post-orgasm haze, grasping onto him for dear life.

“Fuck, take it like a good girl then,” Nick growls, thrusting a few more times before spilling his load deep into you. He falls face-first into your neck, body encapsulating you in his sweaty warmth. You hold him in your shaky arms as he releases his last spurts of cum into your spent cunt. What you couldn’t keep in slips out from between your lips and slides down your inner thighs, making you shiver, but so happy. Sighing out in pleasure, you thread your fingers through his sweaty hair, letting him know he can rest for as long as he needs to against your chest.

After a few minutes of resting your eyes and playing with Nick’s hair, he uncovers his face from your neck to look up at your fucked out state.

“Thank you. You were wonderful, baby.” he says in thanks, peppering your collarbone with kisses. His words of affirmation and kisses stir you from your rest, and your eyes flutter open to look at him.

“Thank you. I feel incredible, Nicky.” you smile, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. As he pushes up on his arms to pull out of you, you stop him from doing so by grabbing his neck. He halts his movement in confusion as you begin to speak,

“Wait, can we- can you-” you stutter, trying to find the right words.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” Nick asks, brushing some hair from your face.

“Can you just stay inside for a little bit longer? I just…I wanna feel close to you for a little longer. I Missed you.” you say, tears welling in your eyes.

“Of course, but there's no need to cry, little love. I’ll stay with you as long as you need, and we can snuggle. How does that sound?” he asks, soothing you by caressing the expanse of your thighs with his calloused hands. You nod your head enthusiastically and pull his neck to lie back down on your chest, spending a couple more minutes in your little love nest where it’s just the two of you and the love you share, away from the real world.

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inourtownofhawkins · 1 month

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ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪʀᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ)

Summary: You are part of the biggest girl group on the planet, Eddie is the face of the biggest rock band of the century. A chance meeting at Coachella sends both of you into what would be the biggest love affair in music history; if only people knew about it.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x K-Pop Idol!Reader

Author's note: My love for K-Pop and Stranger Things/Eddie Munson in one fic? It's more likely than you think. If you don't know much/anything about the K-Pop world, not to worry, I'll be going over some of it in this fic! I'll try to keep the Korean honorific names to a minimum but I do wanna try to keep things as plausible as possible.

Disclaimer: In this fic, I have specified that Reader is not Korean or Asian. As someone who is white; I didn't feel it was right to write a POC character. Please be respectful.

CW: 18+, mentions of unhealthy eating habits, obsessive fan behaviour, toxic work environments, swearing, a little NSFW content, sexting, no use of Y/N but Reader's stage name is Luna.

Tagging: @munsonsbtch @impmunson @binickmiller @ali-r3n @stevesjockstrap

Word count: 2.6k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

APRIL 2019

Coachella was the biggest music festival in the world and playing there was an honour and a privilege; and while Eddie knew this, he found a lot of the hype around it insufferable. He never felt like his band belonged up there with the lights of Beyonce and Justin Bieber, even when Corroded Coffin had exploded with popularity, the larger venues they’d play out would never compare to the smaller shows.

Disliking Coachella when you perform there is one story, disliking Coachella and ending up in the crowd of one of the most talked about acts of the whole festival another matter entirely. But somehow, Gareth had convinced him to leave the tour bus to watch one performance. Only one.

“Why are we even here?” Eddie yelled into Gareth’s ear, trying to make sure he was heard over the screaming and cheering fans that surrounded them. The show hadn’t even started yet but the crowd was already at deafening levels.

“I thought it was high time you experienced a new genre of music,” Gareth yelled back, giving him a smug grin. “Plus, I hear one of the members of the group is a fan of ours.”

Eddie shrugged, knowing that Gareth was right in saying it was time to experience some new music outside of his usual comfort zone. And given the way the stage was set, the flags and lightsticks people were waving and demographic of the crowd; this was definitely outside of his comfort zone. “Who even are they?” he asked, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

Before he had a chance to type a single letter into Google, Gareth took his phone and pulled up a Wikipedia page for the group. “This is them. And before say anything, don’t judge the group before you listen to them.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at his bandmate before looking at the page, giving Gareth even more of the side-eye.

Chain Reaction is a South Korean girl group formed by YG Entertainment, consisting of members Yoohyeon, Luna, Dahyun, and Yuqi. The group debuted in August 2016 with the digital single “Whistle”.

“K-Pop? Really, Gareth?”

“I said not to judge!” Gareth shrugged, just as the music began starting, causing both of them to look up. Eddie’s ears were already beginning to ring from how loud the fans were screaming; he was used to hearing fans through his in-ear during shows, but this was on a whole other level. Eddie didn’t pay much attention until he noticed the cropped t-shirt on one of the members, recognising the design and logo.

His heart skipped a beat, his mouth dropping open as he looked at Gareth who took the words right out of his mouth, leaning over to shout directly into his ear. “Yup, that’s a Corroded Coffin shirt, she’s a massive fan.”

Eddie chuckled a little to himself, shouting back into Gareth’s ear. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.”

After a couple of songs, the group began their introduction, all speaking in perfect unison and bowing to the still screaming audience. “Hello, we are Chain Reaction!”

A girl with dyed dark blue hair spoke up first, clearly showing her leader position. “Hello, Coachella, my name is Yoohyeon and I’m so thankful you all came out to see us!”

The crowd screamed as a response, causing the group to laugh and clap long. Then you spoke up, your long blonde hair making you stand out against the other members. “Hello, everyone,” you began, and Eddie’s heart instantly melted at your soft voice, especially at your accent. “My name is Luna, and I hope you enjoy the show.” You bowed a little, pulling down your shirt a little to make sure it wasn’t exposing too much.

As the other members introduced themselves, Eddie could hardly focus on them, he was far too interested in staring at you. He vaguely knew Yuqi had natural dark brown hair and Dahyun had dark purple hair – the only way he knew he could remember to tell them apart, probably a move from their manager so people could tell the difference.

Gareth noticed him staring, giving him a nudge. “Somebody’s got a crush.”

He glared back. “I just think she’s cute, completely not my type.”

Gareth gave him the look of “yeah, we’ll see about that”, already knowing that Eddie would at least attempt to hook up with you after the show. It was inevitable, it happened at any event or show he attended. The only thing Eddie Munson loved more than music, was women. It was rare if his hotel room didn’t have a groupie in it; and being the biggest rock band in the world meant there was an abundance of them wherever they went, Eddie would always have one on his arm by the end of the night.

Although the idea of you and Eddie together was adorable – a rock legend and a pop princess together? You’d be media darlings – although Gareth knew it would be like playing with fire. The fans of both of your groups would rip both of you and the relationship apart, the constant invasion of privacy from fans and the press alike would be almost unbearable.

But that’s the downside to being a public figure and dating someone just as well-known as you are.

Eddie wasn’t known for long term dating, either. The longest relationship Gareth had ever seen him in was his “high school sweetheart”, Chrissy Cunningham, only ended up lasting less than a year. Every other girl he’d been with wouldn’t last longer than a few weeks, he’d always blame it on his career, but Gareth knew that in reality, Eddie just didn’t want to be tied down to one person.

You, on the other hand, had no public relationship history. Being a K-Pop idol left almost no time for dating or even much of a social life outside of groupmates; and if a female idol was seen with a male idol outside of activities, fans would go wild and instantly assume they’re dating and usually boycott the idols for “betraying” them.

Once the group finished their final song; the crowd screamed and cheered, causing almost every member to look as if they were ready to burst into tears of happiness. The four of you joined hands to bow towards the audience as a thank you before you spoke up. “Coachella, we have been Chain Reaction; thank you very much and goodnight!”

Eddie kept his eyes on you, almost unable to take his eyes off you. You gave one last smile to the crowd, waving as you turned to lock eyes with Eddie. Even through the pandemonium that surrounded both of you, it all seemed to dissolve as if you were the only ones there.

You had to be almost dragged off the stage by your bandmates otherwise you would’ve spent all night just staring at Eddie. But even while you were being dragged off stage, you were desperately trying to find Eddie’s eyes again. You hoped you would be able to properly talk to him, even if you had to do it behind your manager’s back.

Backstage, the staff were cheering and applauding you and the band, giving their congratulations, and offering fans and water. You sprinted towards Yoohyeon, wrapping your arms tightly around your senior. The pair of you hugged tightly as you both broke down in floods of tears.

“This is all we ever dreamed of, unnie,” you sobbed, taking a tissue from a staff member to dab at your eyes, being careful not to ruin your makeup. Yoohyeon took the tissue from you and began trying to stop your tears. “I’m so proud of you.”

Yoohyeon laughed through her own tears, not caring if they ruined her makeup. “I’m proud of us, we’ve worked so hard for this, and you were perfect.”

You laughed a little through your tears, turning to the other two members and motioning them to come over and join in a group hug. Although there was only about a month between the two of you; Yoohyeon was definitely the older sister and mother of the group, and you were the baby sister who needed looking after and a lot of hugs.

You’d always been extremely close, even since your trainee days. Every night, you would tell each other that you’d debut together, no matter how hard you’d have to train or what you had to sacrifice.

But every member had sacrificed so much even to just get past the first audition; you’d given up school, friends, family, any chance of a normal life for one tiny shot at making it. But in that moment, all four of you knew that all the blood, sweat and tears you’d all poured into training was worth it. You’d all made it.

Walking arm in arm with Yoohyeon, the pair of you walked down the stairs to the artists area away from the stage, always looking back every few moments to check your younger bandmates were following behind both of you. You tapped Yoohyeon’s arm to stop her to let your members catch up, so all four of you could give your manager, Steve a celebratory hug.

As soon as you stepped into the artists area and saw Steve, you couldn’t control the excitement and relief of the performance; you screamed and sprinted towards him, jumping into his arms, and barely giving him enough time to catch you. You got on well with Steve, he became like a big brother to you and your fellow band members, even if he was a little strict with the four of you, but it certainly came out of a place of love and wanting the best for all of you.

“You were amazing out there,” Steve hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he slowly let you down out of his arms and handed you a water bottle with a straw in the top.

“Think we won ‘em over, boss?” You asked, smirking as you placed the straw in the side of your lips.

“Won them over? You guys have done more than that, Twitter is exploding, you’re the top five trends on Naver, you guys are all anyone’s talking about,” Steve grinned.

“We’ve made it!” You shouted in unison with your band mates, before all of you laughed and hugged. Sure, Chain Reaction was very successful in South Korea, but this was a whole new level of success and recognition. All eyes were on your group and despite that new level of pressure, you all thrived under it; the challenge was exciting to all of you.

Your bandmates took their seats and chatted excitedly amongst themselves, while you leaned against the wall, taking in every moment around you. You hadn’t even realised you’d zoned out until Eddie was stood in front of you. “I know I’m beautiful, but you could at least take a picture if you’re gonna look that much,” he smirked.

You blinked a million times in a second, partly to snap yourself out of your zoned out state but also partly because you could hardly believe your eyes that Eddie Munson – the Eddie Munson – was stood in front of you. You’d been starstruck almost ever since you arrived in California several days beforehand, but this was on a whole other level.

The memories of listening to Corroded Coffin late at night during your trainee days flashed through your mind a million miles an hour, how much their lyrics kept you going when you thought you might quit and how you’d spend so much of your free time watching their performances, hooked on Eddie’s stage presence.

And now he was here in front of you, talking to you.

It was all so surreal.

You blinked again, clearing your throat. “Sorry, I completely zoned out.”

Eddie laughed, nodding his head. “Happens to a lot of people, did you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little quieter?”

You nodded and before you could even say a word, Eddie took your hand and led you out of the area and around the back of the crowds of staff and tents, towards Corroded Coffin’s tour bus. You somewhat wanted to protest but you weren’t about to stop this once in a lifetime chance to talk with Eddie, so you kept your mouth shut as he opened the door for you to get inside before following you inside.

“Don’t worry, everyone else is enjoying the festival, they’re not gonna be back for a while. Can I get you a drink?” He asked, moving past you towards a small fridge.

You bit your bottom lip as you walked through the bus, taking a seat at the table. “Just some water… or a Coke if you have it.”

“Lucky for you,” he pulled the fridge door open and pulled out a water bottle and a small can of Coke, placing both on the table before sitting down opposite you. “I have both.”

You smiled softly as you took both drinks, taking a long sip of the cold water. “I suppose I haven’t really introduced myself; everyone calls me Luna,” you held out your hand towards Eddie.

Instead of shaking it, he took it and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “And what’s the name your mother gave you? Not the name the company gave you.”

Blushing darkly, you whispered out your birth name. It had been so long since anyone had even asked your real name that “Luna” more or less became your real name. But Eddie seemed to actually want to get to know you, the kiss on the hand was just a cherry on top.

“Beautiful name,” he mused. “It suits you better than the crappy stage name they gave you. How’d you even allow it to happen?”

You laughed softly as you took your hand back, wrapping it around the Coke can. “I was sixteen and very naïve when I came to Korea.”

“You were only sixteen?”

You nodded. “I auditioned for the company when I was about sixteen and then I moved to South Korea a few months later, it all happened pretty fast when I look back at it. I debuted when I was twenty.”

He sat back in the chair. “Looks like we debuted at the same age, I was twenty when our first album came out.”

“I never realised that! I listened to you guys throughout my whole trainee period, it really helped keep the passion for music alive for me.”

He smiled softly. “Well I’m glad it helped at least one person, that’s all that matters honestly. So… tell me more about you.”

You smiled back at him, leaning forward in your chair to get closer to him, beginning to babble about yourself, all the while he just looked at you with such care in his eyes, hooked on your every word.

After almost an hour, talk got to your company and just how hard it was being an idol. “Under contract, we’re not allowed to; drive, buy a car, smoke, drink, date, go clubbing, get plastic surgery, get tattoos, travel for a holiday, write and produce our own music, have control over our own money or our image. We can’t even show our faces in vlogs our friends have made.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure that’s slavery.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Trust me, this is heaven compared to how contracts used to be.”

He chuckled a little, placing a hand over yours. “Listen, I should let you get back to your members or your manager might have my head, but could I get your number and we could do this again sometime?”

You smiled, nodding. “Of course.”

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Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 3 - Gloves (Aether/Dew)

Falling more and more behind but hey, I saw Sleep Token last night and they fucking absolutely ruled. So totally worth it. Anyway, here's some Aether/Dew glove kink!

Day 3: Gloves (Aether/Dew + latex gloves, fingering, handjobs, very light medfet focusing just on the gloves)

Sure Dew misses him on tour terribly, but Aether’s recent role reassignment from the Ghost project’s rhythm guitar player to head of the ministry infirmary had come with a certain number of unexpected benefits.

Dew had realized it the day before the band had gone back out on the road, when he went down to the infirmary for one last goodbye kiss from Aether before getting on the bus and heading out on tour for the next six months.

Aether had just stepped out of the exam room when Dew’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the pair of black gloves he was wearing. The way the shiny black latex stretched tight across Aether’s big hands, hands that were so familiar to him now piquing Dew’s brain in a completely new way. Dew inhales, flares his nostrils, goes hot under the collar when Aether pulls them off, stretching the latex taut and pulling them off with a sharp snap.

His cock twitches in his pants.

“Dew?” Aether calls his name, snaps him out of it. When he finally looks up Aether is staring down at him with a raised eyebrow.

Ever since that moment Dew has thought about them. About what it would be like to be touched by Aether while he was wearing the gloves. He fantasized about it alone in his bunk every single night with his dick in his hand. He’d gone two months before breaking, admitting his interest to Aether and begging him to send him a picture of his hands covered in latex.

Aether did him one better, sent a video of himself with gloves on and his fat, hard cock in hand. In the video Aether stroked himself from root to tip, smearing lube around with his gloved fist, tugging himself off until he came, breathing hard and dribbling pearly white cum across the black latex, all over his hands and fingers.

Dew came watching that video so many times he lost count.

Now, months and seemingly endless months later, Dew is finally back home. Back with the quintessence ghoul he missed so achingly bad and at long last, ready to go to bed with him and try out his new special interest in person for the very first time.

Dew’s naked and laid out on the sheets when Aether walks in. His eyes dart to bare hands, he’s not wearing the gloves yet but Dew’s face still goes hot. Aether sits beside him on the mattress, gives him a gentle peck on the lips before he’s pulling Dew’s prize out of a box on his bedside table. A brand new pair of black latex gloves that he makes a show of pulling on. Slipping big hands into the tight material and pulling at the wrist, tugging and stretching the latex down his palm to his wrists. He wriggles his fingers and lets go of the latex with a snap, drawing a sharp gasp from Dew. He repeats with the other hand before clasping both together, flexing his fingers and holding them up for Dew to admire.

“Legs up,” Aether instructs. Dew complies, spreading his skinny legs open and folding them up reaching to hook his arms around the backs of his knees.

“Good boy,” Aether smiles, taking in the sight of Dew holding himself open and completely exposed. “Just look at that,” he hums in appreciation, eyes roaming every inch of Dew’s exposed flesh. “I can see all of you. So pretty for me.”

Dew keens, spreads his legs just a little more, humps his hips into the air insistently. Showing Aether just how ready he is for this.

Aether brings one hand to Dew’s lips. “Taste?”

Dew nods enthusiastically, opens his mouth, offers up his little pink tongue for Aether’s latex-covered fingers to pet at. Dew sucks them in, laps at his digits, slips his tongue between his fingers, relishing in the unfamiliar taste and smooth texture of latex on his tongue.

Dew looks up at Aether with glassy eyes when he draws away. Swipes his tongue across his lips, chasing the taste of the gloves.

Aether chuckles fondly at Dew’s enthusiasm, reaches to the bedside table to pump a generous squirt of lube into the palm of his hand, smearing it around until his glove is shining and wet. He reaches between Dew’s legs to pet one finger across his fluttering, pink hole and Dew lets out a sharp oh as the cool lube makes contact with sensitive skin.

He rubs the pad of one finger around Dew’s hole, letting him take in the feeling of the smooth lube-coated latex against his entrance. Dew closes his eyes, mouth slack and lips parted when Aether slides in slowly with his middle finger, pushing in to the last knuckle before withdrawing again.

He fingers Dew with that slow pace, pushing in and out, letting Dew linger on the feel of the gloves, of the slick and slippery latex and Aether’s thick fingers sliding inside his body. Working him open, slow and steady and wet.

Aether pulls out, pumps more lube into his hand before he’s crowding his two middle fingers together and pushing back in. He feels his way in deep, until he’s crooking his fingers up, petting at Dew’s insides with the latex-covered pads of his fingers. Dew cries out when Aether finds his prostate, pressing firm and rubbing back and forth with wet, slippery fingers.

Dew’s grip on his legs goes white as Aether fucks in and out, setting a rapid pace, flicking the pads of his fingers repeatedly against his most sensitive place. The latex of the gloves makes it even more slippery, lets Aether push in even deeper. The wet sounds of Aether’s fingers working Dew’s tight little body open have Dew gasping, legs quivering as he fights to hold himself open, cock kicking out a steady stream of pre as Aether fucks into him.

Dew is close to shooting all over himself when suddenly Aether stops, pulls his fingers out and leans back to admire his work. He groans at the sight of Dew's slick, wet hole, pink and stretched open so pretty from Aether’s fingers. Aether takes it in, the way Dew’s skinny little chest heaves as he struggles to even out his breaths, the way his claws leave little red indents in the skin where he holds his own legs open, the way his pretty little hole gapes and winks at him, begging to be filled again.

Aether pumps a squirt of lube into his free hand, rubs both palms together, wetting his gloves completely before he’s reaching back in, smoothing his fingers across Dew’s hole, petting at his balls, pressing a wet thumb against the sensitive skin of his perineum while Dew writhes and whines, begging with little moans and whimpers for Aether to touch his cock, to fill him up again. To let him come with Aether’s latex-covered fingers in his ass.

Aether wraps a wet glove around Dew’s straining, dribbling cock, slicking him up and jacking him off. He rubs the tip of one finger across the head of it, smearing beads of pre around, drinking in Dew’s shallow little gasps as he circles the pad of his finger around the tip, dips into the slit, rubs at the underside of the head with his thumb until he feels Dew’s legs shaking.

He crowds three fingers together on his other hand, slides in deep with no resistance and pets, finding Dew’s prostate again and flicking the pads of his fingers with short, quick strokes. Dew cries out as Aether works his cock with one hand and and fucks his ass with the other, the sound of wet latex on skin filling the room alongside Dew’s sharp little gasps, guttural moans, and pleas for more.

“That’s right, baby,” Aether encourages him, pressing in deep and jacking him off faster. “Cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my fingers. Feel me inside of you and cum for me.”

Dew’s eyes fly open when he cums, back arching off the bed as Aether wrings the orgasm out of him, petting in deep with his fingers until he feels Dew stop spasming around him, until his cock stops spitting ropes of cum across his heaving chest and belly.

Dew lets his shaking legs drop to the bed, struggles to push himself up on his elbows as Aether pulls his fingers out of him, lets his softening cock rest against his now-wet stomach. He groans at the sight of Aether’s hands, gloves filthy and wet, completely covered in lube and cum. Dew lets his head fall back against the pillows and he giggles, satisfied and spent and totally boneless.

Aether tugs the gloves off, balls them up together and tosses them into the bedside trash before he’s diving in to kiss his little ghoul on the lips, running his sweaty fingers through Dew’s even sweatier hair.

As they kiss, Aether thinks of all the other fun supplies in the infirmary that Dew might be interested in trying out next.

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sunlitewhispers · 5 months

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Marvus and his money headcanon

(Been surfing through the marvus tags and I've got some thoughts to share regarding this clown)

To start off, I personally think troll currency is more digital than physical. Like everyone uses a card to trade or get items (and its only due to the empresses restrictions on things when she removed the adults from the planet) but physical money is still real, it's just a fun thing that highbloods and high midbloods use to flaunt and to trade amongst each other.

To signify the value of the bills, they have a strip of color from the cast they were made for. For example, Teals =80, Cerulean =90, Indigo =100, etc.

(There were coins that were common amongst lowbloods and low midbloods, but that got discontinued when moving to cashless/digital. There is evidence preserving the old currency existence such as in museums showings of the old times and extremely old paintings in the clown churches.) (You can think that these coins are caegars or not)

With that out the way! On to Marvus and his money 💰

I imagine Marvus doesn't really care about money nor feels that it has a heavy connection to his identity compared to performing/entertaining. Marvus just knows that people wanna see him and lose their shit at his concerts and are willing to drop stacks to be there even with the risk of being culled.

With that, Marvus can be loose with his money, quite literally throwing it around to which some highbloods would critique the act as 'disrespectful' and 'rebellious' since money is one of the ways ancestors can provide to descendants and give them a clue to their existence. (If they want or have left a will if they died, regardless, the empire still sets them up with a small fund)

I dont know if philanthropy would be an actual thing or just be a thing highbloods (like Zebruh) say they do for approval points. But I imagine Marvus would be the type to do so in the most unconventional means.

He probably stopped his tour bus once to grab a grubshake or a handmade sandwich from a small cafe and threw a fat band on the counter saying, "Keep da change lol." Leaving the workers there in awe and fear cause damn he just weirdly blessed them, and damn they now gotta fight off his fans from stealing the marvy money. (If Marvus is there, his fans are certainly gonna be there too.)

Marvus definitely buys his crew lunch or, if he's hanging with someone, offers to pay for them when he's out and about. He stresses tf out of his accountant because he doesn't keep track of how much he spends in a day. You know his ass absolutely has a money gun to use at his concerts.

Bascially when you're Marvus, you're a baller who is a big spender.

When interacting with Marvus, depending on his quadrant, you're gonna see how he moves with his cash.

•♡ Matespirit ♡•

if you got this man in this quadrant, good luck on getting Marvus not to spoil the fuck out of you. Trust and believe he'll take any chance to drop some stacks on you. If you guys are out and you say or point out some items, you can bet that Marvus is buying them.

Oh, you think that clothing line is cute? Guess what? He's ordered the entire line to be sent to your place.

Big fan of video games? No problem! He is getting the newest console out on the market in your favorite color with your name on it.

Love sweets? Bam! He's gonna invite you over to his crib and have you watch a team of trolls bake the best desserts of Alternia.

Money ain't a thang to this man. It gives him a chance to show his love through the material means and show that he wants you to enjoy yourself and time with him. Small part of him uses money to be a temporary fix when he has to go on long tours. If he can't spend time with you on troll FaceTime or in real life, he'll send gifts to show that he's still alive and thinking about you.

However, if large displays of affections through money don't appeal to you or you start to feel overwhelmed by the purchases or think he's being disingenious in his affection, he'll pull it back.

He'll likely give you a card that's connected to his account so you can have the control to buy what you want without feeling like you have to ask him. (And such an act will give him a small piece of security to know you'll have the means to survive financially on Alternia, especially if you've expressed times of financial hardships to him)

Also doesn’t matter if it's public or private, He's gonna randomly place bills on your person, i.e., stuffing them in your pockets, slipping them in your shirt pocket, pinning them to your jacket. If you ask him why he's doing that (or wonder where he stores his cash)(btw he literally has no pants pockets) Marvus is gonna give you a saucy wink and smile all dumb and say "a mf gotta pay dem feez 4 havin a wicked mate lik u b ;0)" than he'll place a smacking wet kiss on your forehead and be all noisey about it while doing so.

•◇ Moirials ◇•

In this quadrant, his spending habit might look casual to outsiders, but with you, they'll be a tad more personal. Still be extra af like in matespiritship but he'll be spending money to clear his mind or yours.

Feeling stressed about some unfinished work? Don't worry. He'll reserve a spa service just for you.

Need to cry out some hard feelings? He's gonna get some matching pajamas and grab some emergency blankets to get that session on.

You know that one ring that SpongeBob and Patrick have to show off their friendship? He's gonna get something like that to represent your guy's moirallgience. Anything involving moirails, he will buy and send them to you.

You're definitely gonna be his merch tester and probably be brought to his trips to the galleries when he goes to buy art pieces. (Need your support and opinion when bidding for art pieces.)

Like with matespiritship, if you feel like he's being insincere or rather prefers more handmade gifts. He'll try to schedule days to create personal gifts. He might pay someone to tutor him about your interests just so you can rant without having to stop and explain what you're talking about.

Marvus will remember what your favorite snacks and favorite meals are for when you're hanging with the crew or just him. Compared to where he won't care about what someone orders, you don't gotta worry about an order mess up or reminding him. He got that locked in, unless you want something different, then just point him to it.

If there is a fucked up order for you, he will raise hell. Typically, he won't care if something he orders is messed up. He'll pay for another one. However, on behalf of his moirial, this mf gonna walk up to the counter like that meme saying they asked for no pickles. The first and hopefully (in his opinion) only time you'll ever see him asking for a refund.

A thing that'll be a routine of your relationship is him swinging by your place late af in the daytime to grab you and get some breakfast before he has to start his night.(Unless you spend the day at his hive than he'll order said breakfast and catch some more Zzzs with you.)

•♤ Kismeses ♤•

Now in this quadrant, compared to the other two, Marvus is a clown who's mischievous as hell. This bitches antics are gonna be up to 100 when it comes to him.

Honestly, you're gonna be on your toes for buying things. It'll become a back and forth of him randomly, not having money than to him having it though being really annoying and lazy with it.

If your someone who's well off, you better hide your wallet. Marvus will snag your card and make an excuse how he left his cash in his other pants/trailer/hive and buy the most stupidest shit under your name. (He'll troll cash app you back but do it so tediously that you hope your account crashes)

If he catches a single hint or a word, even a wrinkle of disgust on you, Marvus will make it the bane of your life.

You dislike the residue of his paint left on your face after a hate-makeout session? Marvus now has to buy this one face paint that is known for being messy. what? His manager told him, too. :0)

You think cowboy boots are clunky and tacky? Guess who's strolling up in some bedazzled purple lined boots that jingle when he walks.

You make a comment on how creepy troll beanie boos plushies are, he's gonna get a brand deal with them and send you a crate of his new designs. A note will be attached saying "4 my numba 1 fan ;0)~".

Similar to moirallgience, you will be a merch tester, yet you won't know if he's being serious or wanting to rile you up. Regardless, when you shit on the design he's showing you, that's how he'll know his fans will love it! Doesn't matter if it's the simplest design, an eyesore to the public, he'll promote it to the point that even your small-time friends will surely mention the product to you. Might even send a shout-out to you on Chitter for your 'help'.

Don't ask him for a bill if you want something from a vending machine. Marvus will pull the most crumpled weirdly stained bill you'll ever see in your lifetime and smile at you plainly like, "Here u go buddi dats all I can find on me atm lmao." Additionally to this, he will slowly count his bucks out if you all are in a line somewhere. (Marvus knows no one will rush him and if you complain, he'll pretend he lost count and start over)

To conclude this, watch out for when he's feeling more petty. He'll make a habit of sending you items in loud peculiar packaging that suggest to those handling it that there's something inappropriate in it when there really isn't.

•♧ Auspistice ♧•

With this one, Marvus doesn’t fit the vibe of where he might truly kill his kismeses. Nor does he seem to want to be in a situation to be aggravated enough to join in murdering someone (Going off his response to MSPA reader when the clown fight happened). However, Marvus may strive on not becoming active on those emotions. Close calls can exist.

A tiff among his roadies about best faygo flavors is a good way. His manager hassling him, and trying to change up his brand is close enough. Groupie sea dwellers trying to follow him back to his trailer and not taking a hint is a real close call.

If you mediate for Marvus a few times, he'll certainly be grateful (and a bit embarrassed) he'll grant you a gift card of some shop of your choice as thanks.

On the other hand, you've been around long enough to spot a murderous Marvus, then you're undeniably a part of his inner circle. With the exception of being his paid emotional bodyguard coach.

As business-like, it might seem in the beginning, you're a trustworthy and skillful individual in Marvus's eyes. He knows dealing with irritated trolls, particularly enraged highbloods, is not a fun nor easy task.

Other trolls may feel like this relationship is wandering into moirallgience territory.(which might be) Marvus won't really care about those opinions and possibly offer to meditate for you in the event he catches you in a tense position.

You’ll be called for his long tours when he has to do shows for sea dwellers and, without a doubt, be put through the ringer. It'll end with you guys munching on loads of the troll version of ice cream in silence.

At any point, you're too stressed to de-escalate a situation. He'll give you a paid vacation and make sure you don't come back until you are entirely stressed free.

He may tell you once he calms down that you should open a private business due to your and I quote "motherfckin dopeazz obzi-va-tional skilz."

Small note : Marvus has dealt with people trying to form a quad with him just for the fame/money, as we seen with Zebruh. So if he catches signs that what's happening, he's going to be acting distant and extremely scripted around you, then like ghost you. You'll be blacklisted from his concerts (unknowingly), and future clowns might keep a close eye on you if you hang at the churches.

Welp, that's all! Hopefully, this was entertaining to read! I do apologize if some parts feel rushed or that there were more details in some quads, I tried to keep them around the same length.

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velvetstreets · 2 years

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Smut concept where jack is on the road watching his private videos of him and the reader since he says he just uses his hand to “bust” because he dosent fuck Radom girls in every city

A/N: hi anon! I sorta coupled this with another request I wrote about Jack x Reader x Urban in which Urban films Jack x Reader and later gets involved as well. I thought the ‘footage’ could be used in this request as well, hope that’s okay! 🤍

Link to Jack x Reader x Urban

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, filmed sex, oral sex (m!receiving), penetrative sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), swearing

(Everything in italics is commentary from the videos Jack watches)

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It had been a month since your extravagant night with Jack and Urban, and about a week and a half since Jack went on tour; and needless to say - Jack was horny. He was never ready to leave you to go tour, which led to his sex drive increasing, as well as his neediness for you as the days counted down. He had fucked and made love to you in so many kinds of ways - he claimed he needed to soak up as much of you as he could before he left. Missionary, from the back, intimately on your sides, eating you out, reverse cowgirl, any and everything Jack thought of. His favorite was to cockwarm you while the two of you slept. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, so almost every night after sex, Jack would help balance you as you sat down on his dick again, the two of you each letting out a groan at the sensitivity. Together, you’d sleep like that through most of the night, if not all.

But now you were at home and Jack was on his tour bus, horny, frustrated, and missing you heavily. It was late and he had already had his nightly FaceTime with you, and refused to wake you up. Laying in his bed in the back room of the bus, Jack sat scrolling through his camera roll. He stopped when he saw a shiny flash, clicking on a video of you in a black two set with his KY chain on.

Your giggle blared through the speakers of the phone as you squeezed at your tits, sliding your hands all over your body as the camera moved around you. “Mmm, Jaaack..” you whined out. “I’m so wet… want you, baby.”

Jack squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, groaning at the sight of you. You pulled your bra down, just enough for your tits to spill out, Jack’s hand coming into view and groping at your breast. He circled his thumb over your nipple, tugging at it slightly, earning a whimper from you. His hand slid up your neck, caressing your cheek before he slipped his thumb into your mouth, which you accepted happily. He pressed his thumb onto your tongue while your lips enveloped the rest of his digit, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. You hummed happily before releasing his thumb with a pop, and he smeared your saliva against your lips and face. You smiled at him, before unclasping your bra and sliding your panties off, laying back on the bed. You spread your legs and started to rub your clit as you played with one of your nipples.

“Fuuuck-“ Jack groaned at the sight of you. He palmed himself through his shorts as the video continued to play.

Jack moved the camera closer to your glistening pussy. It picked up on the gushing wet sound as you dipped your fingers in your folds and then back up to rub your clit.

“Jaaaack.” You moaned his name.

“I got you baby…my pretty girl, all spread out for me.” His thick Kentucky accent spilling out. Jack took your fingers in his mouth, licking the remnants of your sex off as he hummed in content. “Y’always taste so good.” He smiled up at you, the camera catching you grinning back at him, your dimples peeking out.

Jack kissed your hand before placing it higher up on your tummy. He then started to circle you clit with his free thumb, causing you to lift your hips a little in reaction, your neediness on full display. Jack chuckled in response, and continued to slowly antagonize your clit. Soon enough he started to tease your slit, only sliding in the pads of two fingers in, driving you crazy.

“Jack please, do something, anything-“

“Such a needy baby… but of course, anything for you sweetheart.” He chuckled, his low dark tone contradicting his sickeningly sweet words. Jack slipped his fingers in you, slightly curling them to hit that spot in you. He slowly started to thrust them in and out, the slickness of your sex coating his fingers, and echoing a sloppy wet noise as Jack’s tempo sped up.

The sound of your pussy had Jack groaning as he pulled his dick out from his shorts, hissing lightly as the cool air hit his tip. His right palm started to stroke his cock as a few drops of precum started to soil his hand.

“Oh fuck, Jack-“ you moaned out. Jack sat up straight on his knees, angling the camera to get a close up of your sopping wet pussy, your juices gleaming against the small flash of the light from the camera. He soon panned the lens up so he could get a full view of you. Your hair was fanned out on the pillow, your face beautifully scrunched up in pleasure, your soft skin yearning to be admired by the camera, and both your hands fisting the sheets in attempt to ground yourself. You let out a few soft moans of his name and tugged at your nipples before the video abruptly cut off.

“Shit.” Jack groaned in annoyance. He had forgotten that some videos were ended quickly as he had gotten eager to fuck you and left the project of filming behind. Jack slowly teased his head while trying to find more footage of you.

He found a few photos of you; some with his cum splattered against your chest and the KY chain you wore, some with his dick in your mouth, others with you arched for him in front of the mirror so he could see himself blowing your back out. They all helped Jack grow closer to his orgasm, but it wasn’t enough, he had run through all the same content hundreds of times before. That was until he fell upon thee video.

His eyes widened as he saw the footage Urban had recorded, the quality and content fascinating Jack. You wore his favorite lilac set, the color contrasting your skin perfectly. The video continued to play, and Jack started to stroke himself again quickly as he saw himself finally thrusting into you. Urban had caught the perfect angles, to which Jack would have to thank him for his work later.

Jack’s cock thrusted into you ruthlessly; you were so wet with arousal that a ring of your juices had gathered and coated at the base of Jack’s dick, the hot wet sounds making you a moaning mess.

“Oh god Jack, yes-“ you cried out as Jack fucked you. Urban kept the camera on Jack and you before he panned up your body, and you moaned out for him.

“Urbannnn-“ you whined as you pressed his hand against your breast. You smiled up at the camera before tugging his shorts down, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen. You started to suck him off, coating his dick with saliva before starting to deepthroat.

Jack was close as he jerked himself off, the sounds of your soft angelic moans and whines, contrasted with how nasty you were with them made him feral.

“Yeah baby that’s it, takin’ us so well huh? So desperate for dick, you wanna be filled all the time-“ Jack muttered out as if you would reply to him.

After a minute of deepthroating, Urban came in your mouth and on your chest, which you loved - throwing a smile to the camera again. It turned you on so much that when Jack shifted to a deeper position, you came with a loud moan of Jack’s name - clawing at his back. Jack pulled out and came on your pussy and lower stomach. Urban panned the camera from your legs, up your cum covered pussy, tummy, chest and mouth, as Jack smeared his cum over your skin with his fingers. The film finally showed your face, eyes hooded in exhaustion and a drunk smile on your face as your chest was heaving from your orgasm. You smiled as you dipped one finger in Jack’s cum, bringing it to your lips to taste and mix with Urban’s cum and you hummed in satisfaction.

That’s when Jack couldn’t take it anymore; the sight of your naked cum covered body, the moans and whines he adored, the way you relished in the attention for him and his best friend - for their eyes only, was enough to make him cum - hard.

“Shitshitshit, fuck y/n-“ Jack moaned out as he came, soiling his hand with his arousal. He took a moment to comedown from his high, letting his face relax and letting go of his dick as it became soft again. He finally opened his eyes, still breathing heavy as he reached for a tissue and cleaned himself off. He felt the tiredness setting in as his eyes felt heavier, and went to the texts he shared with you. He stared at your contact picture for a moment; it was a close up of you smiling, your dimples peeking out as Jack’s hand squeezed both your cheeks from under you. He grinned at it before typing out a message.

Jack: I miss you baaaad mamas.

Wanna see you.

Need to see you.

Can I fly you out next weekend? Lmk what work says. I love you smush 🥺❤️

He knew you were sleeping and wasn’t gonna respond to him immediately, which didn’t bother him - he loved waking up to texts from you, they made his mornings which tended to carry over his good mood for the entire day. He stared at the photo of you again for a few seconds before locking his phone and slowly drifting off to sleep with a small smile on his face.

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