#hard cut to everyone at the venue like 'where the fuck are they???'

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Lovejoy is in this article!

Wake Up! Lovejoy are already a phenomenon

Squashed into a tour bus somewhere in Berlin are the biggest band that – unless you’re as chronically online as us, Dear Reader – you’ve maybe never heard of. With sold-out tours across the UK, Europe and North America, millions of monthly Spotify listeners and a spot in the UK Top 40 with their latest single ‘Call Me What You Like’, Lovejoy could be mistaken for veterans.

Far from it. Their first proper bit of press is, well, this very cover interview. They’re gearing up to release only their third (or maybe fourth, depending how you count their just dropped ‘From Studio 4’ collection, released under the name Anvil Cat) EP, ‘Wake Up & It’s Over’, and those sold-out tours? The first shows they’ve ever played. It’s rare this amount of hype surrounds a guitar band these days, so who the fuck are Lovejoy?

Formed during the early 2021 UK lockdown, Lovejoy consists of Will Gold as the frontman, Joe Goldsmith on lead guitar, Ash Kabosu on bass, and Mark Boardman on drums. Seemingly brought together by sheer luck, their epic ascent is the result of a lifetime of individual hard work and some serious fan devotion over the past couple of years.

It’s taken a while to pin the band down, and we catch them just after their first full UK tour as they embark on the European leg. It’s all been a bit of a whirlwind.

“I think it was our 32nd show yesterday, which is just nuts,” says Ash, who introduces himself as the one who doesn’t talk and proceeds to lead the interview. “Literally every show we’ve played, we’ve been like, ‘That was the best one!’ Then the next one, ‘Oh, that was the best one!’”

“I’ve especially been enjoying acclimating myself to not knowing where I’m going to be falling asleep every night,” says Will, “which is a very hard thing to get around. But it’s a lot of fun. I’m really enjoying it. And I love seeing everyone’s faces because we’ve been somewhat of a lockdown band. To now be able to put faces to the numbers is great; it’s lovely to see and speak to them.”

Describing their very first live shows at the end of 2022 as “teething”, Lovejoy admit they’re still getting to grips with it all. Although the size of their fanbase means they could’ve easily sold out bigger venues than the humble Electric Brixton they headed up on this tour, they didn’t want to skip steps for a good reason.

“Rock music has always been what me and Joe were the most interested in” -Will Gold

“We didn’t want to be bad,” says Ash, frankly. “It’s a completely different ballpark to just, you know, playing guitar in your bedroom, and there are so many moving parts and so many things you don’t think about that you need to learn and understand. We didn’t want to deliver a show to the fans that wasn’t good enough, so we’ve been deliberately ramping it up step by step and going through the process as naturally as possible.”

“It’s so much more personable and fun to make mistakes in front of a crowd of a couple hundred people who are along with you for the ride than when you start to get into the larger crowds,” adds Will. “Making a mistake, at least for me, really gets to me, but if I’m in a room with less people, and they’re there for the story, I feel more ready to make mistakes.”

Will and Joe cut their teeth playing with a folk punk band a few years prior to Lovejoy forming. After what Will describes as a “very dramatic first gig”, they went their separate ways, but his lust for live never went away. Finding one another at the beginning of the pandemic, Joe came to visit Will before the lockdowns kicked in and decided to sleep on the sofa rather than risking taking public transport back and forth to London.

“We wrote our entire first EP in my basement and very quickly decided we’re going to need a drummer and a bassist because all the stuff we were writing was band stuff,” Will explains. “It wasn’t our normal folk stuff that we were used to – and rock music has always been what me and Joe were the most interested in; even when we were in that folk band, we used to implore the lead singer if we could write some indie music please, and he would always be like, nah, not really into Arctic Monkeys actually.”

So they set out to find both a bassist and a drummer. Fate did its thing, and upon walking into a Smashburger in Brighton, Will met Ash, bass guitar in tow, and asked him if he’d like to be in a band.

“Ash is not one to say no to many exciting adventures,” says Will, “so he said yeah, and I gave him my address. Joe was very sceptical at first when I said I found a bassist in a burger shop.”

“I think for me personally,” adds Ash, “I’m living in Brighton – which is kind of a young, creative place – you often have conversations in pubs and places where people are like, we should do this, we should do that, and I genuinely thought that this was just another one of those conversations. Like, ‘Hey, I’m in a band, do you want to play?’ I never thought in my wildest dreams anything would even come of it. I didn’t even think we’d practice, let alone be playing shows in front of thousands of people.”

As for Mark, he was booked for the day via the freelancer hiring website Fiverr. When they couldn’t pay him the fee he was owed, they instead offered him a spot in the band. 

“I said, look, you’re sick at this, do you want to just join the band?” Will explains. “Mark thought about it for a good five seconds and then said yes.”

“I was really determined, playing acoustic guitar and learning stuff from YouTube and Arctic Monkeys songbooks” -Joe Goldsmith

Echoing Ash’s sentiments, Mark recalls, “I thought it would be another band that I’d join that wouldn’t even release on Spotify. Now we’ve sold out tours in the UK, Europe, America….”

Life before Lovejoy was very different for most of the boys. Mark was at university studying editing, hoping to work in visual effects, letting drumming take the back seat. “It would have been a grind for like 40 years to get a good paying job, and Will came along and saved me. So I’m very grateful for that,” he says.

Ash was working in broadcasting as a producer for TV, a job he’d gotten into after studying film production at uni, and had taught himself animation as another means of income. “Unlike Mark, I actually enjoyed it,” he adds.

As for Joe, he was working as a tree surgeon, which is a flashier-sounding name than what the job actually entailed. “I was literally just cleaning up branches on the floor,” he says. “I wasn’t even allowed to go up the trees.”

Will isn’t such a stranger to the spotlight, as he edited for the YouTube channel SootHouse in the late 2010s, later creating his own channel as Wilbur Soot and amassing a sizeable following on the streaming platform Twitch (although the other boys say they had no idea about his following when they joined the band, Ash noting, “I just thought he was quite a tall, handsome man, we’re just here because we fancy Will”).

With the band assembled, they started recording together in Will’s bedroom. In early 2021, the UK was still firmly in lockdown, so with all studios closed, it was their only choice. When they finally made it to a studio, the group had two days to record five songs, the ones that would make up their first EP, 2021’s ‘Are You Alright?’.

“We didn’t get enough done,” says Will, “which is why the first EP actually has scratch vocals. We just used my draft vocals that are then doubled up and thickened out. And also because it would have been far too expensive to just keep going back.”

“Which is why, little easter egg,” adds Ash, “some of the lyrics are wrong. We don’t sing those anymore, so the fans get very confused when we perform some of the earlier songs.”

The whole journey has been a learning curve for all four members. With none of them coming from a proper musical background, there was no one to guide them in the process. “We kind of had to jump headfirst in and see what we can do off the back of it,” says Will.

That isn’t to say they haven’t put the work in, though. With each of the boys picking up their instruments in their childhood or teenage years, it feels like they’ve been setting up their own individual dominoes, hitting the ground running when they were knocked down in perfect formation.

“There’s a photo of me when I was a baby,” Mark begins, explaining where he got his start in music. “I couldn’t even walk, and I’m on my auntie’s lap, who originally taught me drums. I’ve been wanting to play since I could speak, basically, but we could never afford a kit. And then I got to about eight years old, my parents finally got me an electric drum kit, and my auntie started teaching me. I caught up with her quickly, which was crazy. I always wanted to be in a band, but I was thinking more realistically, it’s the same odds as becoming a famous football player or something like that. Then along came these boys, and it all changed.”

“I was really determined from when I was about 13, 14?” Joe recalls, “Playing acoustic guitar and just learning stuff from YouTube and Arctic Monkeys songbooks, working out tabs and things like that. I was pretty dead set on at least giving it a shot to try.”

Ash’s start was similar, learning to play guitar with his dad. “When I was very young, my dad found an old Spanish guitar in the attic of our family home that wasn’t ours,” he tells us. “I’ve kind of always played guitar, and I’ve always been interested in music; my dad is in a band as well, bless him, doing dad rock. It’s always been a part of me, but I never ever thought I’d do anything with it.”

“Not for me,” Will jumps in. “The minute I first started learning guitar, I was like, this is what I want. When I was a teenager, I used to follow around bands and go to all their shows, and I knew from that moment I want this as my creative outlet. This is where I want to put my creative energy. I literally remember I shut myself in my room and practised guitar for like ten hours a day in the beginning. I missed two summers doing that. To finally be in this position I’m in now, thanks to all the wonderful support we’ve gotten from people, a lot of them have come across from the YouTube space, is just absolutely humbling. I’m trying to give it back in any way I can.”

“I like to make rumours amongst the fan base; we’ve made up a bunch of nonsense” -Ash Kabosu

It’s fair to say Lovejoy have been pulled substantially further up the ladder by a deeply devoted fan base, but that’s part of what makes their trajectory so exciting. There hasn’t been a new guitar band that’s had venues bursting at the seams like this for a long time. Just two self-released (on their own label Anvil Cat via AWAL) EPs, debut ‘Are You Alright?’ and follow-up ‘Pebble Brain’ garnered enough love to have fans queuing around the block for hours on end when the live shows finally came. It’s reminiscent of what 5SOS were seeing at the start of their career ten years ago, or that other numbers band.

And the devotion goes both ways, too; Lovejoy play games with the fans, leaving puzzles on social media for the fans to solve, firing confetti with QR codes printed on every other piece out at their London headline show. Their involvement hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Oh, man, I love them,” Ash gushes. “One of the best feelings for me is when we create something, even if it’s something as simple as a little photo shoot, the response is incredible. And to inspire other people to create through our creativity is just so rewarding. My favourite part of it is seeing the writing, the poetry, the paintings, the drawings, like all the art that comes back to us is incredible.”

Joe adds, “Every single person that I’ve met after a show or before a show, they’re all so respectful and all so lovely. And they’re just so generous.”

Ash continues, “They make such an effort and go out of their way to listen to the support bands’ music and show up for them; they show up on time and fill the place out for everyone. And then they go crazy jumping around and singing to everyone’s music, and that’s just so fucking cool.”

With new EP ‘Wake Up & It’s Over’ on the horizon, it’ll be their first proper release since 2021. A break away from recording to do the touring part of being a new band has led to Lovejoy’s longest writing phase yet and has played a part in shaping the sound of their new material. This time around, being able to take more time to record and more studio options, they’ve fined tuned their sound and brought it closer to their personal ideal.

Aiming for something a little heavier this time, the boys wanted to pull in their individual influences more drastically. For Will, that’s shouty British lyrics and overdriven guitars (he calls Arctic Monkeys the most famous example), with Ash also growing up on the late 2000s indie of Foals and Bombay Bicycle Club. Mark, on the other hand, was introduced to bands like Bring Me The Horizon and Asking Alexandria by his sister at a young age, pushing him into heavier territory when it came to discovering his own tastes and allowing the band to take on the slogan of ‘the only indie band with a double kick drum’. (Joe simply adds, “In the words of Brandon Flowers, it’s indie rock and roll for me.”)

Opening track ‘Portrait of a Blank Slate’ pulls in those influences most brazenly, employing the mathy Foals-y lead guitar, ‘Favourite Worst Nightmare’ era Arctic Monkeys fiddly bass, and wordy vocals a la The Wombats. “I can’t wait to play that for thousands of people,” says Joe.

They’ve been road-testing some of the other tracks too, the poppier (see: jumpier) ‘Consequences’ and ‘Warsaw’, as well as the single ‘Call Me What You Like’, but the rest have been kept a secret, one track particularly well.

Initially beginning the recording of this EP late last year, the boys weren’t 100% satisfied with the tracks. Having already played some of the tracks live, fans developed a particular affinity for one called ‘It’s Golden Hour Somewhere’, and up until the EP drops, have been under the impression it isn’t going to be released.

“I like to make rumours amongst the fan base,” says Ash, “I sort of said yeah, it’s scrapped, we just don’t like it, it’s not up to scratch, it doesn’t fit the nature of the EP, blah, blah, blah. We’ve just made up a bunch of nonsense. And they’ve bought into it. And as I expected, they’re also campaigning to bring it back. We’ve seen signs at shows saying ‘PLAY GOLDEN HOUR’. It’s just a bit of fun, and I think the relief and the excitement they’ll feel on the day that it comes out to just see it in the tracklisting will be worth it. I think for the amount of time that the fans have been waiting, we want it to be as special as possible.”

Even with ‘Call Me What You Like’ landing at No.32 on the UK Top 40 – an enormous feat and a rarity for a new band these days – it’s still what the fans think that means the most to Lovejoy. 

“It was very validating to see it go that far,” says Will. “I think that was our longest-ever lyric writing time; we had the tune down for about ten months before I even penned the lyrics that ended up going in the final release. To see that time pay off is amazing, but we had no idea it would get that reception. It’s more important that our fans really love what we’re putting out. We’re aiming to create music that will really connect with our fan base, and you know, we’ll give them back what they’ve given us.”

With formative years that any new band would dream of, a knockout first tour and an audience hungry for more, Lovejoy are keen to maintain the hype. Currently using soundcheck time to write new material, every spare hour is used wisely while they’re on the road, Ash hinting they’ve already got new songs saved up for when they return home. This summer, they’ll be hitting the festival circuit, playing Reading and Leeds for the first time and undoubtedly not the last. The path may not be fully paved yet, but it’s definitely leading somewhere exciting.

Will says, “We’ve felt that wave of energy from the audience singing our words back at us, and that’s really influenced my lyrical style and our music instrumentally, which took a lot longer. 2022 was a sort of foundational year; I feel like this is the launch in 2023 into this next era of Lovejoy.”

#thanks for spending actual money on this one mia lmao #lovejoy #wilbur soot #ash kabosu #mark boardman #joe goldsmith #articles #dork magazine

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Movie

I like to think of the ways Dew and Aether kept up with each other while Dew was away with everyone else on tour.

This one's for @iamthecomet, those SwissDewther thoughts never left, they just turned into this. Im so sorry... I dont know where the angst came from.

Under the cut cuz it got long again.

Also, I swear Dew and Aether love Swiss to hell and back, he's just a proxy for this night (he'll get his turn some other time)

Sister was going to kill him. It was bad enough that he was replaced, fired with no real rhyme or reason, but the desk work he was being saddled with? It was maddening, and some days it feels like he'd rather be sent back to the pit.

Today was one of those days.

Sister had berated him for something, misfiling a form or messing up her damn coffee, since he apparently doubled as her secretary too. Whatever it was, it was dumb. Plain stupid. But apparently bad enough to have her turn beet red as she screamed her head off. Worst of all, he had a whole days worth of work to get through still. By the time he got back to his room, he was fed up and ready for the day to be over.

He got in the shower, intent on washing the day off of him with the hottest water the tap could spit out. He turns the handle as far as it'll go and hisses as he steps in.

Aether used to hate the burn, it made him feel like he was being boiled alive, but he figured out two weeks into the tour that if he held himself under the steady stream just right, it felt like Dew's touch. Regardless of their promises to not let the distance change anything, regardless of their late night calls and constant texts, it wasn't enough-- he was still going to fall asleep in their bed alone and Dew's scent was still going to fade from the sheets. If he had to burn himself to feel his mate, then so be it.

He stays until the water runs cold and gets himself into bed soon after. He shuts his eyes tight, getting ready to do the same things he''s done for the past two weeks-- remember the last night he had Dew next to him. He swears that if he thinks hard enough, he'll feel Dew's back pressed against his chest again.

He's just about to fall asleep when his phone vibrates on the bedside table, a text from Swiss. It's short and it makes his chest ache all over again.

We miss you

It's followed by a bright red heart. Before he can respond, those three dots pop up, so he waits for whatever else Swiss is typing out for him. Only this time, it's not a text, it's a video. He thinks that it's just a few clips of whatever city they're in for the night, shots of the venue and all the touristy stuff they did before they had to get ready. He's content to just watch it later, tomorrow when the weight of the day has lifted off of him, but something in him tells him to open it.

He's really glad he listened. The video starts and has him throbbing almost instantly.

"Say hi Dewy," Swiss' voice is gruff, heavy from strain. He's standing in front of the camera, holding Dew up with a tight grip under his knees, spreading his legs so Aether has a perfect view of how Swiss fits in his cunt so nicely.

"I said say hi." His hips snap up hard, burying himself further into Dew who yelps and picks his head up from where he had it resting on Swiss' shoulder.

"H-- hi Aeth" He whimpers as Swiss moves like everything is normal, like he doesn't have his phone set up in front of him and Dew, filming each measured thrust of his hips. With the phone so close, Aether gets to hear each wet and slick slide of Dew's cunt in perfect detail.

Aether lets a hand slip into his boxers, rubbing his palm over his cock, pressing it down against the curve of his belly. He feels himself throb with each and every filthy noise that falls from Dew's lips. His finger mindlessly presses on the volume button, cranking it up till Dew's voice fills the room just like it used to.

"Fuck Dew," He cant help but moan his mates name when he finally wraps his hand around his shaft. He holds himself tight, trying to convince himself he's wrapped up in Dew.

"Tell him how it feels love" Besides his grunts, Swiss has been silent so far. Selfishly, Aether is glad. He wants to hear Dew's pretty gasps, and if Swiss has to be the one to draw them out for now, then so be it.

"He's in deep Aeth," Aether matches his strokes with Swiss' thrusts, bottoming out when he does, squeezing the ruddy head when Swiss pulls out far enough to just leave the tip in. He lets his eyes drift from the slick dripping down Swiss dick to look at Dew's chubby little cock. With his legs spread, Aether sees it perfectly, poking out from his lips, pink and puffy. Probably from Swiss' devilish mouth.

"Wish..." Dew cant get a breath in, not with the relentless pace Swiss has set. "Wish it was you Aeth, wanna feel your cock in me, stretch my pussy around you."

Aether can only groan, hips bucking up, fucking into his tight grip. His slowly growing knot bumps against his fist with every thrust.

"Touch your cock Dew, let him see how much you missed him" A quick hand dips between his legs, gliding over his cunt to lube it up in his mess before spreading it over the fat nub. He whines, high and feminine, and if there were any witnesses, they'd say Aether sounds the same. He's a moaning mess, writhing with his shirt tucked over his tits, letting his nipples harden with the chilly air of the room.

"You'd fill me so fucking good Aeth, press in so deep that I see you through my tummy" All those late nights come back to the front of Aether's mind, the nights with Dew bent in half, leaving him no option but to take each heavy thrust, or other nights with Dew on top, arching his back so they can both see how far Aether is buried in him.

"Get me stuck on that fat knot of yours” Aether answers back, a slurred string of yeah's, nodding his head like Dew can see him. He doesn't know how loud he is and he doesn't care.

"I'd fuck my cum in, fill you with kits," He polishes the ruddy head of his cock, bringing himself dangerously close to the edge.

"He's so tight around me Aether, feels so fucking good" Swiss' knot is obvious now, almost full, and pressing against Dew's hole, threatening to pop in with each thrust.

Dew wants it, so bad, to be broken open on something so wide, made to feel like it's almost too big. He wants Aether to split him open, but it's Swiss he’s got. It’s Swiss buried deep in him. He tries not to think of that. 

"--m close Aeth, let me cum. Please let me cum," Aether loves the way he begs, always so good for him, even half a world away.

"Yeah baby, come on, make a mess for me," He watches Dew go rigid, breath stilling as his pleasure crests over. Swiss keeps his pace, letting the air fill with the sound of skin against skin until that familiar rush of liquid rings through his phone. Aether watches Swiss work him through it, watches him squirt around his dick. He watches Dew's euphoria quickly turn into overstimulation, it’s good, it’s what he’d do too. Dew’s dick twitches in time with his heartbeat. 

Between that and Dew begging Swiss to slow down, its all Aether needs before he's painting himself with pearly white stripes of cum. He works himself through it, stroking slowly before dropping the phone so he can get both hands around his knot. He milks himself until his cock has nothing left to give but a weak dribble.

He sings his praises, tells Dew he's been a good boy, that he takes him so well every time, that he loves him-- he lets the empty air be his Dewdrop for the night.

He lays there with his eyes shut and his hands around his deflating knot, holding on to the last moments of the high, until his phone buzzes again. Another text from Swiss, this time a photo.

It's Dew, curled up under the covers, tucked in tight with a hint of a smile on his face. It's followed by a text again.

We love you. 

He loves you.

#dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #ghost band #swiss ghoul #dewther #swissdew #dewdrop #swiss #aether #ghost band fanfic #ghost fic #ghost band fic #fire ghoul #dewdrop ghost #dew x aether #dew x aether x swiss #three is a party #vee writes #vee

[wontontrap]

Fast & Loud | 18+

90s Eddie with a goth raver

AU where they won and everything is normal 🥲

This is my first smut, enjoy! ♥

Word count 2.6k

TW: rough sex, choking, manhandling, semi-public sex, hallucinogenic drug use (descriptions of uncomfortable trip symptoms), unprotected sex (fuck responsibly irl folks), mentions of knife play, mentions of gangbanging, mentions of human sacrifice

Middle of nowhere and fucked in the back of a van by the Hawkins Cult Killer. Yet she was the dangerous one.

♰ smut under the cut ♰

Once the charges of '86 were dropped, everyone wanted to see Corroded Coffin live, and every girl with a bad boy fetish wanted to fuck the Hawkins Cult Killer.

Eddie was a lover at heart, and it took him a while to get used to the women who wanted it violent. He retired his handcuff belt a few years ago. It both aged him and made him look kitsch, but he realized now that the past groupies who complimented him on his belt leaned towards the more macabre ways in the bedroom.

He remembers the night a bombshell blonde asked him to put his bowie knife to her throat in the back of the van. She was completely bare with a body like a playboy centerfold. Sick in the head with the wettest pussy he'd ever been in. He came quick that night, railing her hard. It was absolute abuse. He never played dangerous games in the bedroom again but when he was alone at night, or when he was having trouble finishing with a partner, he'd remember it. It always made him wonder if he was really the terrible person everyone still thought he was.

He eventually tired of the women who asked him and the other band members to sacrifice them, gangbang them, or worse. He quit the music scene and dissolved the band in 1990, after four years of touring the small circuit. They could've been big, but he hated to be thought of that way - to sell out in that way. To sell his soul he worked so hard to save, that others had laid their lives and reputations on the line to protect. He took the money from the two years of touring and bought he and his uncle a real home, allowing Wayne to retire early. He took a respectable job at a local factory and even joined the union.

It was now 1994 and the metal scene was almost non-existent. It had been choked out by the monotonous drone of the grunge era and something called nu-metal was beginning to seep into the zeitgeist. Cobain was gone and labels scrambled to fill the Nirvana void. Some months ago, Eddie received a phone call from someone claiming to be a label scout wanting to discuss rebranding Corroded Coffin to "Corroded", and dampening their sound. He impolitely declined.

There was one new genre that Eddie didn't mind.

Trance.

House.

The music played at raves. It was fast and loud like metal. Booming base and intricate electronic melodies reminding him of the solos he used to play on stage. The more illegal the venue, the better. He loved to lurk within them, a wallflower. The drugs were free, and the people were freer. Tonight he drove all the way to downtown Indianapolis. A large abandoned building in the old coal district.

No one was ever watching the door at these things. He made his way up to the main entrance and heard a hushed toned behind him say, "Do you think that's really him?"

A much harsher but just as hushed tone responded, “You'd think he’d at least change his look. Sad really. How obvious.”

He was used to still being a pariah back home, but hearing that interaction made him feel a moment of deep despondency. Still, he persisted through the crowd, finding the perfect spot to smoke the rest of his cigarettes while feeling the deep base within his chest. He was incredibly lucky to have found another genre as cleansing to him as his first love of metal.

He scanned the dance floor, raves being a perfect place for so-called people watching. His eyes fixated on a young woman dancing atop a metal platform. medium height and black hair dressed in a leather skirt and corset. Already she had his attention. The sleeves of her cropped sweater were torn to shreds, held together by a scattering of safety pins and her torso was somewhat exposed, the corset putting her chest on full display for him. She had on the darkest of makeup, and her hair was gathered into two small buns, chopped up bangs framing her doll-like eyes. She looked liked something out of a corner store comic book, he thought. Her movements were quick and fluid and the flashing lights matching each beat gave the illusion that with each new sound she was magically in a new position.

She was entirely his type. The industrial gothic style reminded him of the metal babes he enjoyed so much back in the day.

She noticed him noticing her. And after a few glances she began to stare at him. He felt exposed somehow and turned his eyes away. He began looking for a path out of the crowd.

She jumped from the platform, jogging over to him. She grabbed his arm and called out “Wait, I know you!"

He turned to face her.

"You're Eddie Munson. You were Corroded Coffin's guitarist. She says with a smile, "I'd know that face anywhere.”

He responds with a crooked smile, bringing his nearly spent cigarette to his lips and taking a final drag. He flattens it between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to answer her, "Listen, you're not one of those-"

"I'm not a true crime groupie," she says, "I swear. I just recognized you from your band. I saw you play in ’89."

“Granted,” she begins again, “I used to dream about that face between my legs."

She laughed now, a bit awkwardly, which he thought was adorable.

He stays silent, letting his eyes do his talking. He scans her body from her cleavage, to her hips, hugged by that poor excuse for a leather skirt, and back up to those bright eyes.

She smiled ever so sweetly at him before saying, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look lonely. I can fix that."

He watched as she carefully placed a small tab of ecstasy on her tongue.

"Take this" she said, cupping his face in her hands.

She pulled his face to hers and he immediately opened in submission to her kiss. He hadn't tripped in some time, and there was no better time than now. This dark beauty already so down for him. When she pulled away he felt the tab begin to dissolve on his tongue, bitter and electric. She placed a different colored tab on her own and took his hand, leading him to dance.

His tolerance for harder drugs had diminished now that he was practicing the art of the upstanding citizen, rather than the depraved rockstar. In only minutes, the music began to muffle in his ears and his arms and legs began to grow heavy with tingling in his fingers and toes starting to follow. He felt the sweet swell of his cock hardening as she moved her body against his. He was never much for dancing, so he stood there with his head thrown back, basking in the flashing lights. He was only her prop and he was enjoying it. She put his hands where she wanted them, moving them closer and closer to the band of her leather skirt. She was only teasing him before she turned around to face him. She wrapped her leg around his waist and leaned backwards, dipping herself almost to the ground. In a flash, she was now inches away from his face, hands on his chest.

She kissed him again, deep, and he responded in kind. She pulled away from him and took his hand. They threaded themselves carefully through the crowd as she led him out of the venue and into the field of parked cars.

"Where's yours?" she asked, breathlessly.

Eddie tried to get his bearings, the cool night air returning some semblance of coherent thought to his mind, but his whole body still throbbed with ecstasy. He sounded the van's alarm and they soon made their way to the rear doors. He opened them and ushered her into the back. Once inside he fumbled with the latch, the drug she'd slipped him now in full effect. In the enclosed space he began to breathe heavily, and flopped himself on a heap of nearby dusty blankets.

He felt as if he were cooking from the inside out, and he needed to touch himself. He shed his top layers before unzipping his jeans and wrapping his hand around his cock. He sighed in relief. He stroked himself and continued to sigh and hum.

"You sound so sweet, killer." he heard her say.

In his haze he'd forgotten she was there. He turned to find her laid on her stomach, ass up and moving it up and down slowly as her soaking wet cunt swallowed her fingers over and over again. Her heavy boots thrown into the corner, she hadn't taken off her fishnet stockings. Nothing was stopping her from delving her first two fingers into herself through the large holes. No panties, he thought.

In complete drug lust, he crawled over to her and tasted her. She removed her fingers, sighing deeply. She raised her body into a better position, giving him full access to her. He quickly brought her over the edge with his tongue while she let out the most gorgeous moans. She returned the favor in kind, swallowing his cock over and over again until her makeup ran from her doll eyes and he dripped from her chin. Still reeling from the X, he wasn't surprised he was ready to go again so soon. Those damn tights, he thought, as they laid bare her center. They were perfect for him to push right into her, but he couldn't help ripping them from her body.

“Has anyone ever told you,” she starts, “that you are the most beautiful color.”

He stares into her eyes, her blown pupils threatening to overtake those bright irises.

"You sound different than I feel,” he remarks.

"Because I didn't take X,” she says laughing, "I dropped acid."

"Brat", he rasps.

"What're you gonna do about it, killer?" She asks, undoing her corset and tossing it to the side. She gave him the greediest look.

He lifted her hips to his and easily pushed into her soaking wetness. He began a relentless pace.

“Such a sloppy cunt,” he told her.

"Such a sloppy, sloppy cunt for such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

She mewled for him, reaching her hand down to rub her clit.

“You like to fuck criminals?” he asked her, “You like to fuck killers? That turn you on?”

His tone was reprimanding.

“No,” she replied, with a small giggle, “I like to fuck musicians.”

He cracked a smile then and pounded her even harder. She screamed and moaned and somehow wound up on top of him bouncing on his hard cock. She squeezed him hard like this, cumming with a small gush onto his pelvis. His rough hands played with her tits. Her cropped sweater was still on and without the corset it landed just at the swell of them. She leaned forward to grind against him as he continued to pound into her from below, both feet on the floor and back arched for leverage. She came again, shaking.

"Get on your knees for me,” he says.

She obliged him and once in position, he entered her again. With his pants still around his thighs, the metal of his belt made a rhythmic *clink* sound with each hard thrust, grazing the back of her thighs. He noticed when it did, she gave him an extra, more delicate moan. Just like all the rest of them, he thought.

The new position giving him better purchase, he continued to punish her sweet cunt the way she deserved. She showed him her appreciation by gushing again all over the van's carpet, while she screamed obscenities.

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear harshly, “Some mouth on you.”

She nuzzled into the side of his neck then, and he turned her face to his and kissed her deeply once more.

She let herself fall gently forward, rolling over, her legs still spread wide for him. He entered her more slowly this time, wrapping his hand around her neck and giving a small squeeze.

"This alright?" he asks, "You like this shit?"

She gave a small nod of approval before saying, "Do it, killer. Use me up."

At that, he relentlessly pounded her.

Through her loud whines and those mewls again, he asks, "You ever shut your mouth?"

"Shut it for me,” she snaps, and he continues his assault with one hand on her throat, and the other covering her mouth.

It's things like this that always did it for him, and he felt his end approaching. Quickly he pulled out of her and came on her still flushed chest. He continued to stroke his cock, riding out his own orgasm as his drug addled body shook and his brain drenched itself in every pleasure chemical. Below him, she reached her final orgasm by rubbing her swollen clit while looking him dead in the eyes.

Middle of nowhere and fucked in the back of a van by the Hawkins Cult Killer. Yet she was the dangerous one, he thought.

"Do you know what color you are?" she asks him, after a few moments of silence.

"Go on, tell me" he says, as he tucks himself back in.

Legs still spread, fingers ghosting over her sensitive cunt, she says "You're fire, killer. Fiery red, but sometimes you're all orange embers and black ash."

He had to get her out of here. The X threatening to creep up on him again. He didn't think she could take another round, not with what he'd want to do to her now that he'd tested her waters well beyond his imaginings.

The complete surprise of this night began to set in as she sat up to dress herself with what was left of her outfit. No, he could never settle for lackluster head at the edge of the dance floor again.

He intently watched her finish dressing, and immediately after she threw open the van's rear doors. The chilled air ran over him and he put his flannel back on before hopping out and lighting a fresh cigarette. He offered it to her and she took her fill before starting her walk back to the ongoing rave.

"Hey!" he called after her.

She turned around to face him.

"What's your name?"

"Miranda," she says, through that adorable laughter.

"Lemme see it one more time, Miranda.”

She leaned back on the hood of the car next to her, and spread her legs wide. No panties and no stockings now either. She teased him by spreading her pussy for him. He flicked his cigarette onto the ground, and crossed the space between them.

He dropped to his knees and gave her pussy the sloppiest kiss. Soon he was flicking his tongue over her clit while her cunt swallowed his fingers knuckle deep, stopping at his large rings. She shivered at the cold sensation each time.

“You ring so red!” she cried out.

She grabbed a handful of his curls and started to grind on his face. He removed his fingers from her and she heard the distinct sound of his belt being unbuckled. He stood up, cock ready once again. He grabbed her corset at the plunge and ripped it clean in half, revealing her tits to him again. She gasped at the action.

"That's better,” he whispered.

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[jazminrhode1]

A Tour Surprise Sturniolo Triplets x Reader One Shot

Summary: You're best friends with the triplets and you've flown across the country to surprise them on tour.

Notes: N/a

You and MaryLou had been texting to make sure that you can sneak into the venue without them or any of the fans noticing. As you pull up to the venue you can see a line of their biggest supporters circling around the block.

A guy dressed in black with a 'SECURITY' badge meets you at the back door and lets you in through the back entrance. "I'm in," you text MaryLou as you follow the security through a sketchy hallway.

You could hear music in the distance and the sound of excited chattering through the walls and your stomach turned as you held onto the hope that your visit would remain a surprise.

As the security guard opened a door near the end of the hallway, you saw MaryLou appear seemingly out of nowhere and pull you into a hug.

"They have no idea," she said, excitedly, "I can't wait another second".

She placed a lanyard around your neck with a card that said "TALENT- Backstage Access", took you by the hand, and led you toward the curtains on the other side of the room. You heard the chatter get louder and louder and as she pulled back the curtains you saw a long line of fans circling the room behind metal barricades that were keeping everyone safe.

You scanned the room and there they were. Chris was in the far corner with his back toward you, talking to a girl with a grin from ear to ear. Nick was at a table in the center of the room taking selfies with two friends that were wearing your favorite Fresh Love hoodie. Matt was talking to a girl and her Dad less than 10 feet away from you and you felt your heart begin to race.

MaryLou pulled you behind a bollard in the venue and signaled to the security on the other side of the room. He stood up on a chair and took a microphone in his hand, "Alright everyone we're going to take a 10-minute break if everyone could please remain exactly where you are, we have a surprise for the guys."

You could only imagine the confusion on their faces as MaryLou giggled in excitement and gestured for you to walk out.

When you did the fans standing in line saw you before the boys did. Some shrieked, others pointed, and a few slapped their hands over their mouths in disbelief.

"Y/n!" Matt screamed as he collided with you and pulled you into a hug.

Nick apologized to the girls he was standing with as he rushed over and swung his arms around you both. "What the fuck? How are you here?", he asked.

You peered over their shoulders and saw Chris across the room, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. He made his way toward you, his eyes fixed on you, slowly shaking his head.

"Get off. Get off!" he demanded and Matt and Nick pulled away. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug. It felt like his whole body wrapped around you.

You could hear MaryLou giggling behind you. "I told you I had a surprise", she said.

"How were we ever supposed to guess this?" Nick demanded.

"I hope it's OK I'm here", you say. Only just now did you realize that they might not have wanted you here? They may have just wanted to focus on the work.

Chris squeezed you tighter, there was no sign that he would be letting go anytime soon. "We wish you were here all the time", he said reassuringly.

You all share in the excitement until the 10 minutes were up and the boys finally went back.

MaryLou pulled up two chairs for you both to sit at and wait until they were finished. She rubbed your back and whispered, "They needed this".

You couldn't hide your smile no matter how hard you tried. You were thankful to hear that they were happy to have you here because you felt the exact same way. You needed this too.

As proud as you were that they were following their dreams, you missed them so much when they were away and FaceTime just didn't cut it.

As you watched them meet fans and put smiles on so many faces, you couldn't help but think that if anything was going to take them away from home, from you, you were glad that it was this.

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[lokiandbuckysdoll]

The Suit & Hair

Paring: Bucky x reader 

Summary: read the A/N  

Word count: 842

Warnings: SMUT! unprotected sex. (like always let me know if I tagged my warnings wrong or missed something to tag!) 

A/N: It’s 12 Am and  I know I have requests to do but I needed to write this after seeing Seb look that DAMN good at the golden globes. AND IN THIS GIF!!! 

I do not write RPF so I wrote for bucky hope you enjoy it!

Gif creds: @bubbarnes

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You stood in the mass of people, attempting to look for him. He had gone to the restroom just a few minutes before the award ceremony had come to a close.

He raised a question beforehand if you wanted to take off with him to beat the rush of people at the end. You being the ever-stubborn person declined his offer and opted to stay and see what the closing host had to say.

You should have just taken off with him when he had asked. As soon as the host said goodnight and the cameras broadcasting cut off, everyone stood within seconds filling up the packed venue even more.

You gazed around trying to find those lovely blue eyes you adored. You were about to move out of the way from a crowd of people.  Just before you could do so someone grabbed a hold of your arm, causing you to still. Turning around you see one of the ushers from earlier.

" Sorry miss I didn't mean to startle you, however, you almost forgot this" he held up the clutch bag you had bright with you for the night.  You let out a sound of relief.

" Thank you! I can't believe I almost left this!" you grab the bag from his hands giving him a soft smile. " Of course, enjoy the rest of your night" he replied before walking off.  

You smile once more thankful for the kind man who would save you trouble from later freaking out about where you had left your bag.

You turn around once more and as you looked around, you find your husband. Your breath hitches upon seeing Bucky, he was raising his hands in the air and motioning for you to come over to him. To others in the room, it may just look like he's trying to tell you to leave and where he's at, yet you knew that facial expression all too well. He was pissed and jealous.  

Your feet were quick to move threw the mob of people and in the direction of where he was standing. Once you reach him those beautiful eyes held that jealousy. What made you even more sure was when he leaned down to your ear.  

" Just wait till we get home doll" he whispered in your ear. You were already turned the moment you saw bucky in his suit. This, though made you even more turned on. He pulled back placing a kiss on your temple and smiled before taking your hand and moving through the crowd smiling and saying goodbyes.

The car ride home was the quickest you have ever seen bucky drive. He didn't even give you a chance to get through the front door before he was on you like a hawk.  

He pushed you against the front door, kissing down your neck and hitting the spots that made you moan. Only he knew how to make the prettiest sounds come out of you.  

" You know it's a shame doll" he pulled back smiling. " You looked so fucking hot in this dress tonight,  That I wanted to fuck you at the venue" he moved his hands up and down your body.

" Then do it" you whimpered as he grabbed your breasts and squeezed them.  

"Trust me Mrs. Barnes  I will, but you smiled at that other man. You need a punishment" You looked him in the eyes and then down at his lips you couldn't resist the need to kiss him. You warp your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a heated kiss.

 A gasp leaves your lips as he picks you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. Your dress bunches up and you begin to slowly grind against him.

His lips moved away from your mouth. " Fuck I need you right now, " he held you with one arm while the other went to undo his pants. He pulled out his already hard member, he bunches your dress up more before moving your panties aside.

" Your always so wet for me Dekta"  A moan leaves your mouth as he began thrusting into you  " Take me,  I'm all yours Mr. Barnes"  He began to place hungry love bites on your neck. Your fingers run through the end of his hair before you fisted it messing up the style you loved.  

That action alone caused him to speed up his rhythm making both of you closer to the edge. " I can feel you,  let it go I got you!" he moaned into your neck right as both of you hit your release.  

He placed his forehead agist yours, and the two of you stayed there cashing your breaths. After a couple of minutes, he spoke.

" This doesn't get you out of your punishment Dekta" with that he took you to the bedroom. The rest of the night was spent in the bedroom. The following morning him carrying you around the house because you couldn't walk properly.  

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[tillthelandslide]

Stubborn, Whipped, Insatiable - Ross Macdonald Fic

Pure Filfth: Minors DNI

A/N: someone needs to take the internet away from me... im just fueling my own addiction now... this is just filthy and im sorry... not sorry

Ross was one of the kindest men you had ever met, he cared extremely deeply about his loved ones, you knew from the moment you met him that he would do anything for you. He was also one to share his opinions easily, even if everyone in the room was to disagree with him, he would argue his point no matter what and sometimes it swayed people to agree. Everyone always said that Ross could always make something fun, sat on a tour bus or at a party, he always managed to liven it up.

He was also the most dedicated person you knew, once he had his mind set on something, he wouldn't give in, until he had succeeded in getting what he wanted. It made your relationship all the more exciting in the beginning, he knew you pushed him on purpose, playing hard to get to see how hard he'd truly try. And boy did he try.

Once you were together he was well and truly whipped, loving you fiercely, never letting a single day go by where he didn't tell you or show you how much he loved you.

He was also extremely stubborn, often not budging on the small things or the silly things, like when Matty joked about Ross not suiting long hair, he grew it out just to prove a point and despite Matty telling him countless times that he was wrong, Ross wouldn't cut it back to the once short length he had, not that you for one were complaining.

And when Ross was debating growing his beard out and George stated that it would make him look like a creepy old man, he grew it out to prove to him that he still looked good. Which of course he did.

The most recent scenario was when Charli said Ross was whipped and the both of you were insatiable, like a pair of bunnies she said she bet that he couldn't go a week without eventually begging you to fuck him. The comment made all the boys (and you) laugh, but it only fueled Ross to be even more stubborn.

Which takes us to where you are today: two days later, sat backstage at one of the venue's the boys were playing at, you're wearing a black skirt and a black crop top, a leather jacket hangs off the sofa you're sat on and you adorn a pair of boots.

Despite the bet, you're perched in Ross's lap, legs draped across his thighs, his large hand was clasped on your thigh, he'd occasionally tug at your skirt when it had started to ride up. George and Charli were sat opposite, George's arm trailing behind her on the sofa, hand gently clasped at the back of neck.

Matty was sat on the floor in the middle whilst Adam and Carly were sat on a sofa next to yours. You were all laughing about something crazy Matty was saying as per usual.

You began to get distracted as you turned to look at your boyfriend. He was laughing a ridiculous laugh, his eyes crinkled as he smiled, the lines around his lips showing making you want to peck them and his dimples popping making you want to nuzzle against his cheek.

The shirt he was wearing had the first few buttons undone, revealing his muscular chest, hairs littering the surface, you knew later when he was on stage that the tan skin which was visible would be glistening with sweat. Your hand find your way to the hairs there before your mind even registers you doing it. You feel him squeeze your thigh in warning, and your eyes snap to his which have darkened since the last time you saw them.

"Careful darling" he says, his voice deep, sending shivers down your spine and making your skin heat.

"You're making this bet extra difficult for me you know that right?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting up at him and he smirks down at you. The whole thing was completely unfair on you and you made sure Charli was well aware of that, she only laughed at you and told you to think about the mind blowing sex you'd be having when he inevitably gave in. The most action you had gotten was a squeeze to the thigh and a peck on your lips.

The look on your face almost had him giving in already, but he remained seemingly unbothered. He pouted back at you mockingly, his fingertips quickly unplucking your lips.

"Oh baby" he pouts "life is just so hard isn't it" he mocks, you push a hand against his chest at his teasing. If he was going to tease you, you could to.

"You're mean" you say, returning back to the conversation the boys were having. You hear Charli asking your opinion on something that you definitely were not listening to. You shuffle in Ross' lap, to everyone in the room, it looks like you're just moving to hear the conversation better, but the way Ross' hand grips your thigh and the grunt that is delivered into your ear means you've succeeded in your real mission.

"Huh?" you say making everyone laugh "sorry was zoned out" you say and Charli raises her eyebrows at you as if to say "sureee".

"I asked your opinion on head" she said and you smirk at her, mentally thanking her for this topic of conversation.

"Matty was saying girls don't actually like doing it" Charli then says. To an outsider, they would think this topic of conversation was far to obscene but considering how close the group were and some of their other conversations, this was tame. You hear Ross swallow behind you and smirk to yourself.

"I mean... I like it" you say, telling the truth.

"Well I knew you were lucky Ross but I didn't realise you were that lucky" Matty jokes making everyone laugh again.

"What do you like about it?" George asks, knowing full well Charli would probably give the same answer, part of you thinks he just wants to hear you speak about it so he can see Ross' reaction. Ross squeezes your thigh again, warning you again, usually you'd know you'd be in for trouble with the look that rests on his face.

You're not going to fuck me anyway so might as well you think.

"You have all the power. Sure you're on your knees but I know as soon as I wrap my lips around his dick, he's a goner. He'd do anything to cum and you have the power to give it to him... or not to" you say, everyone is speechless at that, Charli smiling across at you, she winks at you and you smile back, thanking her. No one comments on the fact that you called out your boyfriend, they just sit, mouth agape.

"I'm with you on that one" Charli says and you see Carly smile to herself, all the guys in the room knew you were right too.

"What about getting head? I swear most guys are shit at it, not G of course" Charli then asks and again you're mentally thanking her. You've had multiple conversations about how good Ross was at going down on you. George smirks to himself and you laugh. The rest of the boys all groan in offense.

"Careful what you say love" Ross whispers in your ear.

"What are you going to do? Punish me. You made a bet Macdonald" you say and in that moment he knows he's done for. You turn back to the conversation and the question that was asked.

"Well... when you get a guy that knows what he's doing..." you say "and enjoys doing it" you speak those words quieter only so Ross could hear before finishing your sentence "I fucking love it" you say and everyone laughs again.

The boys then carry on talking about sex, what they like and their experiences.

"You're a fucking tease love" he mumbles in your ear. You turn to look at him.

"I'm just speaking to my friends Ross, don't know what you're talking about" you say innocently, your stomach swarms with butterflies ad his bottom lip is taken up by his teeth. He shakes his head, laughing at himself.

"You just have to make this so hard for me don't you?" he asks.

"Don't get why you have to be so stubborn Ross" you say, moving forward and hovering your lips next to his ear.

"Just admit to Charli that you're whipped and then take me to your dressing room and fuck me senseless" you whisper into his ear, you hear him groan as your lips press against his neck, sucking harshly at the skin. Your little scene goes completely unnoticed by everyone else, having seen much worse in the past. You pull back to look at him, his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips, before his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you roughly against him.

Its the first proper kiss you've had in two days, his tongue finds yours, the hand on your thigh dances across your skin until its gliding under the material of your skirt, his knuckles nudge against your centre. Your hand shoots to his chin, grasping it as you gasp into his mouth.

"Time to get ready to go on stage!" you hear someone say and Ross quickly breaks away from your lips. You mentally scream: shit timing.

You have to painfully endure the show from the side stage, watching as your boyfriend got more and more sweaty. Watching him in his element always had you ready to pounce on him, but today you had to clench your thighs to stop yourself from fainting.

Halfway through the show, Charli came close to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Her lips came close to your ear and you knew she wanted to say something to you over the loud music.

"He told me he's whipped y'know, just before they went on stage. Thought you might want to know" she says and you gasp, eyes snapping to look at her before they find Ross.

You find him smirking at you mouthing a "bets are off love" to you.

You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, his smile grows wider and you all but moan at the devilish look on his face.

After their last song, he makes sure he's the first to come off stage, he stalks towards you, a sinful grin resting on his handsome face, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you over his shoulder, making you giggle as he carries you to his dressing room.

He's quick to place you down on his dressing table, thighs already spreading to accommodate him. His lips quickly find yours, tongue messily thrusting into your mouth in search for yours. You moan into his mouth as he pushes himself closer to you, you feel the hard on he's supporting and you wonder how long he's had it.

"Ross" you moan as he begins grinding himself against you, groaning into your mouth. His lips break away from yours, making their way to your neck and bruising themselves against your hot skin. His hands drift round your back, grabbing handful's of your arse in his large palms.

"Fuck you're so hot" he says "couldn't stop thinking about you on that stage" he admits, sucking against your sweet spot which has you sighing and arching your back.

"You looked so good out there baby, just wanted to get on my knees for you in front of all those people" you say, knowing he loves a praise his head snaps back to look at you, his pupils are blown wide, his lips are swollen from all the kissing and from his biting his lips on stage.

"Funny enough I was thinking of doing that to you" he says, you gasp when his hands find your skirt, flattening against the material over your cunt. His hands make light work of undoing and discarding the fabric. The groan he lets out when he sees your dampened lace panties is feral.

"Was a pathetic excuse for a skirt anyway" he says as he kneels down, mouth pushing against your lace covered core. He presses a chaste kiss against the material before moving to your inner thigh, sucking and biting the flesh.

"Only wore it make you want to fuck me" you gasp, his fingers hook along the fabric, you lift yourself as he removes them, your head is thrown back in the next second as his lips find your clit, he delivers a rogue kiss to the bundle of nerves before looking up at you through his eyelashes.

"Believe me love, wanted to fuck you even before you had that skirt on. Want to worship you first, show you how fucking whipped I am" he says, you begin to chuckle, but it's quickly replaced with a sharp inhale as his lips make their way back to your clit, sucking harshly, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

Your hands seize his hair, weaving their way into the edges, loosening it from its place in his hairband.

His tongue presses against your folds just to get a taste of you as his nose jolts against your swollen clit. His beard provides a wonderful burn and the pain mixed with pleasure has you quickly seeing stars.

"Taste like heaven baby" he murmurs against your folds, the vibrations have you clenching his hair in your hands as a stream of curses falls from your lips.

He works his mouth against you languidly, his tongue presses against your tight hole and he curves it upwards, the tip rubbing deliciously against your g-spot.

"Fuck Ross, you're so fucking good at this" you say. He groans at the compliment, his fingers replace his tongue inside you, constantly hitting that spot when he thrusts them back in. His tongue flattens against your cunt, tip resting against your clit.

His eyes find yours through his eyelashes and he smirks before shaking his head. Tongue covering the whole of your sopping cunt, saliva rests against his lips and your juices coat his tongue.

"Fuck" you nearly scream. "Fuck Ross" you say, he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking and pushing against the nerves, sending jolt after jolt of euphoria your way.

"Say my name when you come" he demands. You spew curse after curse, your mind going blank as your back arches, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins and all you see, feel and live is him.

The only noise in the room is your moans and him soaking up your s drenched center.

"Ross... dont stop, im going to cum" you sigh.

"Come for me love" he demands and your back arches as your body spasms, an earth shattering orgasm ripping through your entire body. He sucks your clit through it, helping you ride out your high until its too much. You grasp his chin, gently pushing him away from you. You truly are insatiable, because as soon as he's off his feet, your lips are on his as your hands find his belt buckle, quickly undoing it, allowing his trousers to drop around his ankles. You tug at his boxers, sending his hard and huge cock, slapping up against his abdomen.

Your hands find the base of him and you deliver a few strokes before looking up at him, he nods letting you know he wants this just as much as you. You lead him in, you tease yourself with the tip and he smirks down at you, taking himself from your hands and pushing against your hole, you groan at the stretch and he can't help as his hips stutter forward. Two days was an awfully long time for him not to be inside you.

"Fuck you were made for me love" he groans, your arms grasp his shoulders as he begins to pull out, almost completely disappearing from inside you before snapping back in. You engulf him perfectly, and he moans into your mouth as he takes your lips in his.

His large hands find your waist and he grasps the flesh there strongly, giving himself extra leverage as he begins pistoning himself rapidly into you. Your mouth falls open, silent gasps falling from your lips. The pleasure all too consuming to even moan now and that's how Ross knows he's doing a good job.

Your body begins convulsing against him and your core shudders around him making his hips shudder, his cock faltering for a second inside you before his ministrations continued.

"Fuck you're so good to me" he murmurs, eyes trained on yours, you can't even speak, you just pant as he pushes his lips against yours again.

"I know love, I know" he says, you cling to him then and his pace slows a bit, his thrusts are deep and slow: meaningful. He was showing you how much he loved you now.

"Ross" you manage to moan out, a sharp inhale through bated breath letting him know you were close. His calloused fingertips find your clit and he rubs slow deliberate circles to your sensitive button.

His grunts are shallow now, your name falling out of his lips like it was the only thing he knew how to say.

"I've got you love, let go" he says and you gasp out his name, your back arching again as another orgasm ripped through you.

"I love you" you sob.

"Come for me baby, I want it" you then say, and that's all it takes for his hips to stutter forward, shooting his load inside you, coating your walls with his juices, you kiss passionately as you both come down from your highs.

He repeats "I love you" against your lips like scripture.

"Two days must be our new record" you say jokingly.

"Quite pleased with myself actually darling" he says and you laugh, pressing a kiss to his crinkled nose.

"Fucking love you Ross Macdonald" you say and he smiles down at you, lips on yours again for a few moments.

"Could never stay away from you too long, not when you're looking this good all the time"

"Same goes for you handsome" you say.

"Now... about doing that thing you love so much" he says, you jump off the counter not a moment later, dropping to your knees.

"Im fucking whipped" he says to himself, groaning as your lips wrap around his swollen tip, a mixture of his and your cum coating him and dribbling down your chin, he's quick to catch it, bringing it to his own lips.

"Fucking insatiable" you both hear someone the other side of the door hear, not that either of you care.

#ross the 1975 #ross mcdonald fanfic #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #ross macdonald smut #the 1975

[eddiesfaerie]

blood on your knuckles

Summary: Say it like you mean it with your fists for once. OR Your best friend puts up a fight for you. So you take him home to clean him up. (7.3k words, i swear i meant for this to be shorter) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, angst, canon typical violence, friends to lovers, misogyny/harassment towards reader (very brief tho), hurt/comfort, drinking, alcohol, smoking, description of blood and cuts, tending to wounds, unprotected PIV sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, blood kink, honestly really soft sex for everything else thats going on here, soft dom!eddie, possessive + protective eddie, marking, a single use of the word daddy

A/N, he protec he attac but most importantly he break your bac <3

Having a crush on your best friend was not your proudest moment.

Watching him play at The Hideout with his band and nearly creaming your panties wasn’t too low on that list either. 

In all fairness, this is the first show of his you’ve been too. Eddie told you it’d get fucking crazy, that the girls at these shows usually get fucked up and start throwing themselves at them because the bands are never as good as we are but shit, you didn’t think you’d be one of them. 

You stand backstage, watching your best friend perform from the sideline while the girls in the front rows make eyes at Eddie. All you could do was giggle and squeeze your thighs together, your face growing hot whenever Eddie looked back at you and winked your way. Some of the girls could see you, some glared, some smiled. Either way you didn’t care too much. It’s not like you were his girlfriend, not like you had any reason to get jealous, to feel as possessive as you do. 

But you can’t help it. It must be the lingering weed in the air, the one or two beers in your system, or the way Eddie smiles at you despite all the pretty girls smiling at him that’s making you all loopy and desperate. You can’t help how fucking hot he looks out there, shredding on his guitar and grabbing the mic stand like he wanted to shove it down his throat and fuck it right there on stage, in front of everyone. 

The truth was, you’d always found Eddie attractive. You met at the beginning of the summer, only a few months ago when your new friend and coworker Robin introduced the two of you when he walked into the movie store one day. You found him very charming and cute from the moment he asked if they had Halloween, your favorite horror movie, in stock. 

But now you’re friends. Just friends.

And seeing your friend play a show for a packed room of horny girls and metal guys was making something hot and syrupy twist up in your gut. A feeling you’ve been trying to ignore all summer but it was proving to be pretty damn hard tonight.

The show’s been over for a couple of minutes, the lights in the venue dim after the guys wave and thank the small crowd a few times. Eddie runs over to where you stand backstage. You can’t help the way your face lights up at the sight of him.  

“So? How was that?” Eddie asks, face shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, his voice breathy, raspy and deep like you’ve never heard it. Your chest tightens, something like a girlish giggle bubbling in your throat. 

You bite your lip and smile enthusiastically, nodding your head. 

“Amazing, Eddie. It was fucking insane.” You smile. 

Eddie engulfs you, hugging you to his chest. His scent is overwhelming, something that can only be described as boy and the cologne he sprayed on his neck and chest before leaving for the show tonight. It’s nothing but comforting. 

You let him hold you, you welcome his warmth despite the hot and heavy atmosphere of the venue which nearly suffocates you. You don’t think about his bandmates that give you an odd stare, the same ones that ask you over and over if you guys are dating. The same ones you always say no to, insisting that you’re just friends. 

“Knew you’d dig it.” He says proudly, his smile evident in his voice. You hum into his chest but pull away before you get lost in it, in his embrace. 

“Do you guys need help packing up?” You ask meekly. You look towards the stage, most of it is packed up anyways. Eddie shakes his head. 

“Nah, they’re almost done anyways.” You nod your head, looking around the venue awkwardly. Eddie reaches into his leather jacket for his pack of cigarettes. He hits one out of the pack and sticks it in his mouth. 

You avoid looking at the way his brow furrows, how his full lips purse around the stick and turn to look towards the bar instead. An older man sits there, staring at you and Eddie, or perhaps just you. You make eye contact with him but he doesn’t look away so you do, unnerved by his unshakeable gaze. Okay, rude.

“Alright, let’s get you home. It’s way past your bedtime anyways.” Eddie chuckles, the cigarette between his lips now lit, smoke puffing out of his mouth after every word. You giggle as he ruffles your hair as though you were a little kid. 

Eddie throws his arm over your shoulder, hauling you into his side and leading you out of the venue, towards his van. You let him guide you outside, his arm dropping from your shoulders as soon as you hit the cool night air of late summer. 

However you find yourself wishing he had kept it around you as a figure emerges from the shadows. 

“Pretty girl you got there.” The strange man sneers, whistling as if trying to beckon over a dog. 

Eddie barely pays the guy any mind. You don’t have to turn around to know it's the guy from the bar who’s followed you outside, he’d been looking at you all night. Eddie gives the man a side glance, a silent acknowledgment that something was said to him without further engaging with the guy. 

You reach Eddie’s van but the man is fast approaching, a crooked gait to his walk. You stand closer to Eddie as he searches for his keys in his jacket seemingly unhurried, not anxious about the stranger encroaching on the two of you. Eddie just sucks on his cigarette. 

“She’s out of your league bro.” The man slurs. 

Eddie chuckles, still not looking at the man. “Yeah well, we’re not together so I realize that, bro.” 

Your heart twists in your chest. You wish Eddie would unlock his van. You wish you were alone in there together, listening to music with the late summer wind blowing through your hair and his alike. 

“Not together, eh?” The guy smiles, reaching for you. His clammy hand wraps around your forearm and you jerk away from him quickly. 

“Guess she’s mine for the taking…”

“Get off me-”

Eddie is so quick you can barely register what’s happened before you hear it. The first thing you notice is his half finished cigarette, falling to the pavement and burning red until it dies.

Then, the sickening crack ringing out through the quiet night, out in here in the desolate parking lot.

Eddie’s fist makes contact with the guy's jaw. The man groans, crumpling to the ground and grabbing his face. Eddie shakes his fist out, his chest heaving as he approaches the man on the floor, ready to swing again. You stand there in quiet shock, unbelieving of what you’ve just witnessed.

“Mother fucker-” The man groans.

The man gets back up, holding his jaw and smiling something twisted at Eddie, blood pooling and spilling out of his mouth thick like strawberry syrup. Your stomach churns. 

The stranger moves too quickly for how hard Eddie just hit him. Before you know it, he’s hitting Eddie back square in the mouth. Eddie groans before quickly hitting the man back twice as hard. You cover your mouth as blood flies onto the dark pavement - who’s, you’re not quite sure. 

The man is drunker than Eddie, so he’s able to beat him to the ground fast, until the man is curling in on himself. Eddie lands blow after blow on the man’s face, grunting with exertion as his arm comes down and down again, his silver rings unforgiving on the man’s soft body - they leave sharp imprints on his face, cutting on his cheekbone and upper lip like a knife. 

Eddie suddenly stands, looming over the stranger like the reaper himself. Eddie kicks him in the back, hard. Something cracks and the man lets out an emasculating, high pitch scream and you call it, finally snapping out of whatever daze the fight had put you into. You grab Eddie’s arm and pull him away from the man. 

“Oh my god, Eddie stop!”

Eddie whips around to face you, his mouth and shirt bloody. Something shines behind his marble eyes, something absolutely fucking livid and wild and unhinged. 

“Y-You’re bleeding.” You point out, unable to say anything else as you take in the blood that’s splattered all over him. 

Eddie blinks at you, his marbled eyes huge and watery and dark like black opal. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks you, like he didn’t hear what you just said to him, like he didn’t just beat this man to a pulp who still lays there on the ground, motionless. 

You pull Eddie further away from the stranger, back towards his van. He goes reluctantly.  

“Eddie I’m fine, you literally just beat up a guy.”

Eddie looks around, looks back at the guy on the ground who’s crawling away now, only standing up when he gets to the curb and hobbling in the opposite direction of the two of you. Eddie smiles, spitting blood onto the asphalt and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, staining his milky skin crimson. 

“Yeah, I guess I did.” He chuckles darkly. 

You grab his hand, looking at his knuckles, at the blood coating what used to be his pristine silver rings. You can’t help that it does something to you, can’t help but clench at the fact that he did this for you. Even though you’re just friends. 

“Alright, let’s get you home.” He says suddenly, like everything’s normal. 

Before you can object, he's dragging you to the passenger side and lifting you into his van by underneath your arms, slamming the door shut behind you and jogging to his side. Eddie starts his van and speeds like hell out of there. 

The car ride is silent, the quiet radio fills the empty silence as you can’t quite find what to say to him.

Eddie just beat up a guy for you. He beat the shit out of a guy. For you. 

You try not to think about the way his bloodied knuckles grip the steering wheel, his knuckles tight and the skin scraped open as he steers you back to safety. You try not to think about his body, how it moved on stage with such elegance, such fluidity, and then how it moved while he pulverized that stranger who tried to hurt you; what was once a seductive wave had become hard, his muscles flexing differently - no longer to seduce but to do harm. How his muscles must have rippled underneath the cover of his leather jacket, how said jacket had ridden up his back, revealing the soft skin of his hips to you. As the man screamed, all you could look at was Eddie’s back, how wide, how strong he was. 

He did it for you. And he had smiled. 

The van jolts as Eddie parks outside your parent’s house. All the lights are off. It’s lonely and vacant and after what just went down, you’re very uncomfortable being left alone. Or more so just uncomfortable with the idea of being without him, without Eddie.

“It seems we’ve reached your castle, princess.” Eddie smiles, leaning back in his seat all too nonchalantly. You look at him with such sad eyes, filled with so many unsaid things. He can barely look at you. His jaw fucking hurts and he needs another cigarette.

“Let me clean you up.” You offer, voice quiet and soft. Crickets chirp from the trees.

Eddie hesitates before shaking his head ‘no’. 

“Please, it’s the least I can do.” You beg and Eddie’s heart clenches in his chest. 

“Not too sure your parents would love the idea of you inviting a boy in after midnight.” He smirks, his hand wrapping around the steering wheel again and clenching it tight. You swallow hard. 

“They’re asleep. We’ll be quiet.” 

Eddie smirks, enjoying the double meaning of your words. You’re his friend, you’re his friend, you’re his friend, he has to remind himself. Even if he did just beat up a guy for you. Even if he would do it a million times over if it meant you’d look at him the way you did - with so much admiration, so much security in your eyes. Like you trusted him, like you trusted him to protect you. 

“I’ll give you one of my dad’s beers.” You offer up, knowing that’ll get him. 

His hands do ache, they do burn with the sting of an open wound and there’s blood all over him. Eddie sighs dramatically, throwing his head back against the headrest before reaching down for his seat belt. 

Eddie groans, like it pains him so. “You know me too well, sweetheart.” 

A sly smile creeps up on your face and you jump out of his van too quickly, slamming the door shut behind you too loudly for how quiet you just promised you’d be. 

Eddie’s never met your parents, and he would not want the first time to be tonight - when they’ve been roused from a peaceful nights sleep in the beautiful suburbs of Hawkins, when he’s bruised and battered and covered in another man’s blood from trying to protect their perfect little daughter. But the longer he thinks about it, the more and more perfect that actually sounds. He reaches down and subtly adjusts his hardening length in his pants.

He follows closely behind you as you unlock the door, barely taking in the sight of your pristine house, instead, he’s intently focused on the back of your head. He just wants to hold you, to be held by you. 

You instruct Eddie to head upstairs to your room while you get him his beer from the fridge and the first aid kit from the bathroom. 

He’s sat all pretty on your pink duvet covers when you get back; covered in blood and sweat from his show that feels like hours ago now. You close the door quietly behind you. 

Eddie smiles at you, all lopsided and goofy and your tummy flutters. He makes grabby hands for the beer which you’ve already opened, taking a quick swig of the ice cold drink as soon as you’ve handed it to him. 

“Cute room.” He tells you and he means it. 

It’s fucking adorable, actually: memorabilia from your childhood everywhere, things that maybe you’ve been meaning to get rid of but can’t really because you still love them, posters on your walls, the overwhelming warm smell of girl that he can only describe as you. It’s fucking intoxicating and Eddie never wants to leave, doesn’t want to drive back to his cold dark trailer after this. 

You ignore the way your face grows hot at his comment. You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic, or being mean to you, so you say nothing. 

You set the first aid kit down next to him on the bed and start assembling the things you’ll need. Rubbing alcohol, wipes, gauze, bandages… God, hopefully his skin hasn’t split so deep that he’ll need stitches. 

You look down at him and realize you’re sort of standing in between his legs. And you’ll need to get even lower to tend to his hands and face properly. You swallow nervously and slowly lower yourself until you’re on your knees in front of him. Eddie watches you go down with wide eyes, taking another swig of beer to mask whatever burns inside of him. The alcohol stings the cut on his lower lip, Eddie decides to focus on that sensation instead of the one in his jeans.

“This okay?” You ask, your own voice shaking. Eddie nods his head quickly, keeping the glass bottle to his lips. 

You have a brief flash of a vision, him looming over the man like he had tonight, but this time over you as he looks down at you between his legs. You feel vulnerable, yet unafraid of him. You feel small in comparison to Eddie, but you like it. You like it a lot, actually. 

You blink it away, sighing quietly to yourself and begin soaking some cotton pads with rubbing alcohol, Eddie watches it all intently. You take his hand into yours and immediately press the disinfectant into his skin. Eddie hisses through clenched teeth, the knuckles on his other hand going white around the bottleneck and you pull back quickly. 

“Yeah, yeah just go crazy like that, no warning or anything.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut in pain.

“Sorry, sorry I thought you were looking!” You defend, voice urgent in a quiet whisper.

He had been looking right at you, but more so at the way you’re just sat all pretty in between his legs like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. Like you do it all the time. You could have been sitting there doing anything and he wouldn’t have noticed you pressing literal lava into his skin, not when you looked up at him with such big eyes like that. 

Shit, he’d let you do anything to him if all you did was just look at him like that.

Eddie takes another swig of beer, flicking his chin at you in a silent command to keep going. You press the pad to his skin again and his flinches less this time as you wipe away the blood from his aggressed skin. 

You clean his knuckles in silence for the most part, besides quiet hisses and protests from Eddie’s end. You wipe the blood from his guitar calloused hands, you polish his rings. Your mouth waters as you hold his hand in yours, his fingers so much rougher than your own and you try to think about anything else rather than how badly you want to kiss each individual digit, each cut that ruins his hardened knuckles. You try not to think about how much rougher and stronger they’ll be once they heal. 

Your windows are open, the cool night time summer breeze wafting into your room cools the both of you down from the rather hot and humid night you’ve both just had. 

Both of his knuckles are nearly clean by the time you speak again. 

“You look really cool there, Munson.” You tell him, a small smile pulling at your lips. An identical one creeps up on him. 

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. You look pretty metal.”  

Eddie’s face lights up. 

“Shit, I should go beating guys up for you more often if you’re going to butter me up like this.”

You snort. “No, you definitely shouldn’t.” 

Eddie grins the way he does, all wide so that his dimples pop out. He leans in close, tilting his head at you and making his hair flip a little.  

“‘Kay but… you kind of liked it, didn’t you?” He asks cheekily.

You don’t respond, instead you throw the bloodied cotton pads into the trash can and look up at him, smiling at him quietly, not denying nor confirming anything. 

Eddie’s nostrils flare, eyes narrowing.

“I bet you liked seeing me beat that guy up for you, liked seeing me covered in that asshole's blood.” He sneers, voice suddenly gone ragged and something like a gasp gets caught in your throat. You look away from him, refusing to indulge him in this, in the careless violence of it all. 

You did like it though. You loved it so fucking much. And that was a problem. It was dangerous, reckless and he could’ve gotten seriously injured, he could have killed that guy, could’ve gotten the cops called on him if anyone from the venue saw the brawl that was going on in the parking lot - 

You feel his fingers at your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are dark, his lip split with a deep dark red. You realize there’s still blood on his face, you’ll have to clean that next.

“Tell me you liked it.” 

“You’re drunk, Eddie.” 

“You gave me one beer.” He scoffs.

“You had multiple before your show even started.” You remind him. Eddie smiles. 

“M’not that drunk either way.” 

You laugh a little, smiling through a scoff.

“Well I know I liked it.” He admits, his voice suddenly sounding more serious, deeper. 

You roll your eyes at him but his hand finds its way to your cheek, pinching your lips softly between his thumb and pointer finger, not enough to make you pucker your lips, just enough to hold you in place. You wonder if he can feel how hot your skin is, how much you burn for him.

Eddie looks into your eyes and remembers how scared you looked when that guy touched you, when he had the audacity to grab your arm to try and pull you into him. He remembers the rage that coursed through him, spilling through his mind and just sending him flying, filled with fucking fury and his fists up. Eddie thinks he could have killed that guy then and there for putting his hands on you. Eddie thinks he would kill anyone who scared you the way that man did. He never wants to see you like that again. 

“I loved it,” he says again, “and I’d do it again, and again, and again if it meant that they’d all leave you alone, if they knew you were-”

Eddie stops himself short. Stops himself from blurting something out he probably shouldn’t. Something he’d probably regret in the morning. 

Too bad you’re nosey. 

“If they knew I was what, Eddie?” 

He swears your voice has gone up a pitch, swears you’ve gone all breathy and wide eyed as you look up at him from between his thighs on your quickly bruising knees. His cock twitches in his jeans, he’s so fucking hard he can’t believe you haven’t noticed yet. 

“If they knew you were mine.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat. 

“A-And how would they know I was yours?”

“Sweetheart,” he says sweetly, a slight tone to his voice that was almost condescending, menacing, “I’d be all over you. I’d never leave you alone for a second.” 

You hum, something filled with yearning, something restrained and you swallow it down so that you don’t moan at what he’s suggesting. 

“They wouldn’t even think to come near you again. No one would touch you. Except me.” Eddie tilts your head with his hand that still holds your cheeks, moving you so he can ghost his lips along your neck. You stand up on your knees in between his thighs. 

Eddie leans in closer to you, his lips hovering yours and you can practically taste the blood that’s on his mouth, the blood that flowed out of his gums when that man punched him in the face. You don’t seem to mind it anymore. 

“Would you like that?”

You nod your head almost immediately. You don’t have to think about it, you don’t. Your mind practically goes blank due to the proximity of his lips to yours. You can’t think you can’t think you can’t think -

“Say it, baby.”

Baby. You nearly die on the spot. You think you do. 

“Yeah, Eddie.” You respond, not even entirely sure what you’re agreeing to anymore. Eddie leans in, nudging his nose to yours and you suck in a breath. 

“I-I’d like that a lot.” 

“Good.” He growls. And then he’s kissing you. 

His tongue is hot on your lips and you’ve let him into your mouth before you’re sitting up higher on your knees while he leans down into you. Your knees dig into the hard wooden floors of your bedroom but you can’t seem to mind with your mouth on his, whimpering pathetically like you can’t get close enough to him, like you’ve waited your whole life for this. 

You have you have you have. 

There’s metal in his mouth, it's thicker than water and you feel the red blood on your tongue before you’re fully aware that you’re tasting it and swallowing it down. You whimper and Eddie’s hand is hot on your throat, feeling you swallow. 

You continue to kiss him hotly while your hands go to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. Eddie smiles against your mouth and you tongue at his teeth, desperate to taste all of him. 

“Want you in my mouth.” You tell him, practically begging for it and Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Eddie pays no mind to what you said, as if he had not even heard you with the loud thumping and coursing of blood through his system, loud in his ears and deafening every other sense of his besides the ones that were focused on you. Smelling you, looking at you, getting closer to you, pushing into you. His cock was raging in his jeans and although he’d love nothing more than to shove it down your tight little throat, he had to smother you, had to lay his body flat, tight against yours and get as close as he could, to assure himself that you’re okay, you’re here, you’re real, you’re his. 

You’re his and he’ll take care of you. There’ll be plenty of time for you to return the favor afterwards. 

You let out a pathetic squeak as you hit the bed, bouncing with the force of his throw. Eddie watches you, just as mesmerized as you are as he peels his blood soaked shirt from his body. The blood barely transferred onto his milky skin, or perhaps its dried now and has left some damp patches that’ll taste of metal on your tongue but it’s too dark in your room and he’s too covered in tattoos for you to be able to tell what’s the glistening sheen of blood versus sweat over his soft yet toned body. 

Eddie lunges at you, his hands frantic and desperate as they grasp at the waistband of your cute little skirt, ripping it from your body along with your panties with so much force that you wonder how he didn’t just tear it to shreds to get to what's underneath. 

He stares at you like that, just admiring you underneath him in nothing but the shirt you wore tonight that clings to your breasts, damp with your sweat from the humidity of August. You’re angelic, his own personal angel to ruin for tonight. Eddie ducks down, diving in between your thighs, mouth hot and velvety on your weeping slit and your hands are in his long hair, curling and fisting and pulling his face further into you if it were possible. 

Eddie groans, his mouth just as open and wet as your pussy is, his tongue a red hot savior for you to clench and grind on as he feasts on you. 

“E-Eddie, oh fuck-”

He shoves his fingers inside of you, rigid and hard and his rings are cool at the base, the same ones that cut that man’s cheek, the same fingers he was clenching into fists as he pummeled that man to the ground, the same ones you clench on now, the same ones you grind and flex your hips on, chasing what’s quickly approaching. 

Eddie’s tongue goes flat against you, his fingers deep and spearing and curling against something fleshy and textured and he’s groaning as loud as you are. You cover your own mouth with the back of your hand, biting into the paper thin flesh to keep quiet, to keep from screaming his name in the middle of the night and alerting everyone in the neighborhood that your best friend was in between your thighs, making you cum.

And suddenly, like it was nothing, you were. Your back arched beautifully and your pelvis twitched against his hold on you and you were cumming on his tongue. You could feel his smile, feel the way his lips curled devilishly as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit and pump his fingers as deep as they would go, like he was reaching for your heart through your cunt. Your body spasmed, your chest heaved like you were desperate for air, like you had just been held underwater and now you were up, gasping with every fiber of your being. 

Eddie did not let you rest, his surged forward and attached his mouth to yours and fed you what you gave him, the tang of girl sex strong on his tongue and you melted back into him all over again. 

“So fucking good, you taste so fucking good.” He groaned into your mouth, pushing you back onto the bed, back onto your soft duvet blanket and cushiony pillows. “Could eat you forever.” 

You whimper. 

Eddie pulls back from you and you make a pathetic, sad little noise that has him grinning like a wolf, all too fucking pleased with how desperate you are to be near. He feels the same, but he needs to get these fucking jeans off if he’s going to do anything about your weeping cunt that flutters and winks at him, clenching around nothing at the pure thought of soon getting stuffed.

You had half undone his belt already, he does it the rest of the way, quickly undoing the zipper and shoving them down along with his boxers before flinging them across your room. And you stare at what he’s now made bare to you. 

His cock hangs heavy with its own aroused weight, the tip red and leaking precum. The heavy length of him molds perfectly into his hips, his bones only protruding slightly, enough to only make him look strong, lean yet still soft. The thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock trails upwards onto his belly, just until his belly button and something carnal inside of you begs you to shove your nose, your face against it. 

Your mouth waters almost too quickly, something Pavlovian about it; like you were made, trained to crave him. Like this wasn’t the first time, like you knew and were familiar with how much you’d want him, need him inside of every single hole. Made for him. 

“Eddie…”

He spits into his palm, wrapping it around his cock and then smearing it across himself, pumping, once twice before he’s towering over you again. One arm by your head, the other leaving his cock momentarily to push your knee up to your chest, crushing you underneath his weight. You hold your legs there without being told to, your wet sticky cunt on what should be a shameful, embarrassing display for him but you’re so needy, so desperate for him that you couldn’t care less. Your parents could wake up and you’d still beg Eddie to fuck you despite it all. 

Eddie runs the head of his cock through your glossy folds, your hips automatically twitch upwards into him and he smiles, his cheeks a furious red, his golden sweaty chest heaving with labored breath, much like your own. 

“Fuck, please - please, need it so bad.”

You look up at him then, hovering above you with those big wet eyes of yours. His features are dark in the night of your room, everything around him such a contrast in aesthetic, in feel. Where your room is soft, warm and welcoming, Eddie is dark, imposing and sharp - everything should lead you to be scared of him, to be timid in this situation but you only spread your legs further, pussy desperate to suck him into your core. 

Eddie notices, notices you watching him, observing him so vulnerable and he smiles, leaning down to connect your lips together in a messy ensemble the exact moment he begins to spear you open on his cock. He kisses you and your mouth parts in a broken gasp, unable to kiss back while he just settles for licking at your open lips, nibbling at the lust swollen petals. 

He groans into your open mouth, letting you swallow it down, watching your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head just from the pure stretch of him breaching you for the first time. It’s a lot. He’s much bigger than you had anticipated, and you’re tighter than he had envisioned, even when he had you on his fingers - he worries briefly that he hasn’t prepared you enough, that he’s hurting you but your thighs fall open for him and your back and pelvis are arching perfectly, letting him in deeper until he swears he feels the end of you. 

Eddie closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours and rolls his hips, drawing out, then pushing back in and shivering at the way you suck him in desperately, at the crude, wet sounds your pussy’s already making. He’s barely fucked you yet. 

He was quiet in the lead up, barely able to contain himself, so focused on just getting inside of you that he could barely speak. But now that he’s got his cock wet, now that he could feel your gummy walls clenching him like a vice - all of hell’s breaking loose in his mind now.

“Fuuuucckk, fucking- pretty girl, you feel so good oh-” He moans, voice broken and hoarse and desperate as he surges his hips into yours again, his thrusts much too slow for your liking. 

You anticipate his onslaught, you wait for his hips to dig into yours abusively but it never comes, he stays just like this, feeding his cock to your pussy in slow, mind numbing drags. You can hear how wet you are, you both can - the creamy drag of every inch of his cock through your body. It’s sickening.

“M-More. Harder, please.” You beg, legs going high, tightening on his waist, your arms around his back, nails threatening to pierce his taught, muscular skin. 

Eddie growls, stilling his hips for a moment before continuing to push himself into you at his own pace. You whine, desperate for him, desperate for more, for him to hurt you in the way dances the line between pain and pleasure. 

“I won’t break,” You pant, voice quiet and needy, “I can take it, E-Eddie. promise.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut as he swallows a groan, his cock reaching something deep inside of you and he curls into you, burying his face into your neck, breathing you in and willing himself not to spill himself inside of you just yet. 

He can’t get close enough, he needs to be all the way inside you, he needs you to feel him in your stomach, your throat. He never wants to leave, never wants to not be inside of you again. 

“Baby,” He practically whines, “c-can’t, just wanna take care of you, wanna feel you all over.” 

You grumble something unannoyed, unhappy with his rejection to give you more, to fuck you dumb stupid harder. After seeing what he was capable of tonight, what he did for you - something dark and twisted had grown in your gut, had blossomed into something totally unholy and you needed him in a way you didn't think you could want a man. You want him violently, you want him rough, mean - you want him to do to you what he did to that man only with an edge of softness around his violence. You want him scary and intimidating, you want him whispering filth, near threats in your ear in between kisses and harsh thrusts of his cock inside you, the same one that was giving it to you almost luxuriously slow.  

“W-What you did, Eddie- fuck, want you to be rough with me. Please, please, please.”

But Eddie meant it when he said that he can’t. After seeing you so vulnerable, so small and fragile in comparison to the world, that scary idiotic scum of a man who tried to hurt you - he couldn’t think to handle you the same way he had handled him. He won’t lie, something twists in his gut at your pure desperation for him to be rough with you, to get manhandled and roughed up around the edges all by his hand - how he usually fucks. But he can’t tonight, not this time, not with you, he can’t he can’t he can’t  -

“I don’t care,” he growls suddenly, hips stuttering into your own, cock drilling into you for a near painful second and you screech before Eddie’s clamping his hand over your mouth. Oh right, you’re in your room, your parents asleep just down the hall. 

“I-I don’t care how you want it. You’re going to take what I give you and daddy needs it slow right now, okay angel?”

You swear your eyes roll into the back of your head. He did not just refer to himself as-

You clench around him. Eddie groans, hands on your hips tightening their grip and you mewl for him. 

The way he calls you angel is nearly menacing and you have to bite back a smile on your lips at the slip of his character. You nod your head, his hips unrelenting this whole time and you’ve nearly gone cockdrunk already. Eddie smiles, burying his head back into your neck, licking and sucking like he wants to swallow you whole and continues what he promised to do. 

So Eddie fucks you how he wants. He fucks you slow, languid, like he has all the time in the world and it has tears welling in your eyes as you cling onto him for dear life. You nails anchor themselves into his muscular back, trying to root yourself here, in this reality, where you’re fucking your best friend in the middle of the night while cicadas chirp outside, and the neighbourhood is asleep, clueless to your affair. 

He sucks on your neck until he swears he can taste blood seeping through your pretty skin, till you’re all marked and bruised and painted in him and he’s desperate for more, needs more but he doesn’t know how much closer to you he can get. Eddie’s already enveloped you whole, his entire body laid flat, tight against your own while his hips and cock rut desperately into your molten core. 

“D-Don’t, don’t wanna stop- don’t ever wanna stop fucking you, sweetheart. Your pussy- fuck your pussy’s so fucking good, so tight around me- shit.” 

You moan at his incessant babbling, his loose tongue and swollen lips promising to sink you if he doesn’t stop fucking talking like this, like he’s obsessed with you. 

He is. 

“Eddie- oh my god.” You break around a particularly hard thrust, the coarse hair at the base of his cock grinding against your clit and you see white, something painful and blinding building in your core. 

“I would have killed him, you know?” He says suddenly and something kin to an eruption flares up inside of you. Red and burning and devastating. 

I know I know I know you want to respond but you can’t because suddenly he’s fucking you harder - not faster, but rough and hard and precise like he’s trying to break through something inside of you. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. 

It comes out a garbled mess, between moans, whines and hiccups. “I-I…. I know.” 

Eddie hums or growls. His voice deep and raspy and booming through his chest, you can feel it vibrate through your own from how tightly pressed to you he is. 

“Do you?” He asks, his voice laced with challenge and your pussy tightens around him menacingly. 

“Do you know how much further I would have gone, what I would have done to him if he - fuck - if he hurt you?”

You shake your head from side to side, tears spilling down your hot cheeks and Eddie licks them away as you cry for him. 

“I’d kill anyone for you, I’d fucking kill anyone who tried to hurt you like that.”

“Eddie-” You moan, but it’s no use. He’s going to make you cum. 

“I promise, pretty baby, baby angel, my good girl- Jesus, I promise.”

“Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum-”

He speeds up, gives you a sliver of what you had begged for earlier. He fucks you a little rougher and suddenly you can’t see anything, your eyes screwed shut, hands tangling themselves in his long hair and your thighs squeezing him like you’re afraid he’ll leave you. 

Eddie whispers to you, “You’re so safe with me, do it baby. Fucking cum for me.” 

And you cum as if on command. Your back arches like a bow into his body, you swear you would have levitated into the heavens had his body not been anchoring yours down to your bed. 

Eddie feels you gush around his cock and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face almost subconsciously, so fucking proud of you, so obsessed with the way your cunt rythmically clenches and unclenches around him, coating him in your sweet, sticky cyprine that soaks both of your thighs. Messy girl. 

“Thaaat’s it, that’s a good fucking girl.” He keens, watching you as you fall apart beneath him, leaning forward and pressing kisses all over your face. 

He can feel his own end nearing, the tight spasms of your cunt sending him threatening to send him into oblivion. It will, it does. 

Eddie leans into you so that his chest is pressed tightly to yours, so much so that you can barely breathe in anything that’s not him. His groans rumble throughout his chest like thunder, loud and deafening and all consuming - yet utterly beautiful. He sounds beautiful like this. Completely broken for you. 

His cheeks are pink, deep and rosy and soft as he smushes his face to yours, his tongue going hot into your mouth and licking into you like you’re candy. 

“M’gonna cum,” he mumbles, pressing the promise into your open mouth. “Gonna cum inside of you, okay?” 

You whine your assent, happy and delighted and you nod your head against his even though Eddie wasn’t really asking. There was no way in hell he wasn’t cumming inside of you tonight. He needs to feel it, needs to feel his hot spend seep into you and then gush out when he fucks it deeper. He needs to make a mess of you. 

“Yeah? Gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up?”

“Uh huh,” You moan, over and over again, cock drunk and stupid and so so pretty with your eyes all glassy, Eddie thinks. So pretty with not a single thought in your head besides how good he’s making you feel. 

His hips speed upas he pistons his cock into three, four, five more times and he’s cumming so fucking hard, impossibly deep inside you. You can practically feel him filling you up to the brim, can feel it gush out around his cock and onto both of your thighs, your ass and your mattress underneath you. 

Eddie quivers, he groans and nearly growls deep in his chest, so much so that it reverberates through you and you cling to him impossibly tight, with your pussy and arms like he could vanish from you at any second - like you need him bound to you.

You whine as you feel his cum leak onto your thighs, the sticky squelch of it as he pushes it deeper. 

“O-Oh my god.” You cry, overstimulation an oncoming threat. 

Eddie just laughs, a bit breathless and exhausted. 

He collapses onto your chest. You hold him there, your hands immediately tangling themselves in his sweaty hair. Fuck he smells good, how does he still smell so good after that. Cheap cologne, blood and sweat and metal. It’s intoxicating. 

You both stay like that for a while, maybe an hour. You can’t tell, lost in the way his ragged breathing slows to a crawl, soft like a kitten’s, fanning over your bare chest. His hands are at your sides, gripping you just as tightly as you grip him. 

Eddie still has his rings on. His knuckles have split open again and you’ll need to clean your sheets. The blood had seeped from his knuckles down to his rings, the rings that leave imprints in your skin as he digs his nails into you - so you can be bound to each other. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #reader insert #eddie munson x you #smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #my writing

[gemini-sensei]

Part Two of this Post - inspired by @sensei-venus CW: angst, bully targeting weight and body image, slapping, and crying.

What if after thinking about her best friends (secret crushes) so much, Reader can't finish the movie. But instead of dragging herself to her room, she decides to go to the party. She knows where it's being held, it isn't that far from her house. She's still in her costume...

Before much more thought can be put into the idea, she finds herself walking down the street. She's three houses down when she hears the music and sees all of the cars lining the road.

There are people in costumes coming in and out of the place, laughing and drinking and having a good time. No one questions her as she makes her way up to the door or when she walks inside. She wasn't invited but no one stops her from joining. It's loud and there are lights flashing and people dancing. The house itself is already a wreck, but no one cares. Everyone is having fun.

She mills around the place, seeing people she recognizes and others she doesn't. Kids from other schools have shown up to drink and eat food and hook up with people. That's what parties are for, right? So what the Hell am I doing here?

It isn't long before someone in a devil's mask stops her. He jumps out and scares her, laughing at her reaction. She tries to shrug it off with a scoff, but the guy is jeering at her. And she knows that voice. It's tormented her for years.

Kyler lifts the mask and laughs in her face. He points at her. "Ay yo, you shoulda seen the look on your face! You looked like you were about to shit yourself!"

"You're so gross," she tells him, shaking her head. She tries to walk around him so she can ignore him for the rest of the party - she might just go home. But he stops her by blocking her path.

"Hey, wait wait wait, what are you supposed to be, a witch?" he asked, checking out her outfit. He snickers and she knows an insult is coming. "More like a fat bitch!"

It shouldn't hurt anymore, she's been through it a million times before. At least that's what she thinks, that she shouldn't be affected by it anymore, but the tears spring up anyway. She tries to wipe them away before Kyler can see them, but he does and he starts laughing.

"Aw, c'mon don't be a baby, Reader. You're always so soft," he mocked, poking her doughy stomach. She recoils from him, but he just keeps jeering her, tormenting her like the perpetual child that he was. "Y'know, if you lost some weight you might look half decent. I might even sleep if you."

She let out a wretched noise between a scoff and a sob. "Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment?"

"You should want to sleep with me," he says smugly. "No one else is going to want to since you're such a pig."

She slaps him across the face, fed up with his bullshit. She cries hard, letting out the pain and frustration. As he holds his cheek and looks up at her, she backhands him to get a good hit on his other cheek. One of the rings she wore to go with her costume caught his skin and cut his face, a little blood trickling down his cheek.

"Go fuck yourself," she spit at him and turned to leave.

People who just witnessed the awful things he said to her and her retaliation move out of her way. No one offers to drive her home, only watching the tears streak down her face. It only makes her feel worse, opening her eyes to the fact that she actually came to the party friendless and alone. It sucks.

She gets halfway across the lawn when she hears someone running after her. "Reader! Wait!"

She doesn't know why she stops, but she does. She turns to find another masked figure following her. He's wearing a Jason Voorhees costume and carrying a prop machete. It's dark in front of the house, with all of the lights and action going on inside or in the backyard and anyone else would have a problem seeing who it is.

He stops in front of her.

"What do you want, Eli?"

"How'd you know it was me?" he asks, pulling the mask up. He looks at her tear-streaked and sad face.

She gestures to his costume. "You have a pattern with Halloween costumes. I didn't expect you to stray away from that. It doesn't matter, though. You can go back to your party."

She turns to leave, but he takes her hand into his, stopping her.

"You don't have to leave. You-"

"No, no it's fine. I don't even know why I came to this stupid party." She pulls her hand away from him. She wipes her eyes but the tears keep falling. "I don't know what I expected. This isn't some stupid movie where I can come to a cool party and things get magically fixed between us. So I'm going home. Don't stop me."

And he doesn't. He watched her walk down the sidewalk, unsure of what to do. He feels the tear in his heart reopen, or maybe it had never healed at all, but he can't deny how much he misses her. He slips his mask back down and hides the tear that falls down his cheek.

Reader cries on the walk home, pushing herself into her house when she arrives. She breaks down, running up to her room to hide from the world.

Maybe she should have just gone to bed to begin with...

#eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #cw bullying #cw angst #cw crying #gemini sensei

[iamthecomet]

Mushy May Day 12

Prompt: Sharing A Bed Rating: Explicit Pairing: Cumulus/Dewdrop Featuring: Angry sex. Frustration. Zero communication. Everyone is in a bad mood. Cumulus isn't taking Dew's shit. The smallest bit of mush if you squint at the end. Sometimes you just need to fuck quick and nasty about it. Word Count: ~2k. Many, many, thanks and credit to @miasmaghoul who encouraged this, and was instrumental in developing the plot for this during our unhinged screaming at each other. LOVE YOUUUU. ♡♡♡♡ Read it under the cut or on AO3.

Cumulus might commit a murder. Ever since Papa passed out their hotel keycards and she drew the short straw of having to room with an irritable Dewdrop, she’s been fantasizing about it. She watches the sharp line of his shoulders as he stalks toward their room. Smelling the sulfur of his aggravation under his usual cinnamon and woodsmoke. His fingers clench and release by his thighs, and she wonders if both of them will still be alive by morning.

Dew doesn’t say a word to her. Not when they get to the room, not when he all but shoves her out of the way to get to the shower first, and definitely not when he comes out with a hotel towel wrapped around his waist, grumbling about cheap hotels and how the water is cold already.

Cumulus gives up on her dreams of a shower of her own and settles onto the bed. The only bed. Because Dew’s right—the hotel is cheap and of course there’s only one bed. The duvet is scratchy. She’s sure the Ghost project can afford better arrangements, but she isn’t going to complain about it.

Dew will do enough of it for all eight of them.

Dew drags on a pair of sweatpants and looks at her, stretched out on the bed. Casting his eyes between her body and the space left for him—plenty. Like he expects her to get up and sleep on the floor or something.

She could fucking strangle him. She really might. She wants to dig her teeth into his skin. To press her hand to his throat until he whines.

“What’s your problem?” she asks. More vitriol in her voice than usual. Dew’s eyes snap to her face, brows furrowing down. He brushes wet hair off of his shoulders and grimaces. His expression, already dark and brooding, just goes darker, caves in on itself. Shuts down.

“Nothing,” he spits.

She could push. Could probably gentle whatever is eating at him out of him with soft hands on the hard planes of his body. Lips pressed to his ear, praise dripping from her tongue like honey. But she doesn’t want to. Doesn’t have it in her. Doesn’t understand why Dew is the one who’s allowed to be in a bad mood every single day without consequence. What about her? What about the way her feet ache after six weeks on tour, or how these hotel beds make her spine hurt every single morning. What does Dew have to be pissed about? At least he got to take a shower. She’s the one who’s stuck here, still smelling like the venue. Sitting on a lumpy hotel bed. Stuck with Dew, unsure if she wants to kill or fuck him.

She rolls over, away from him. She shoves the scratchy duvet onto the floor and slips under sheets that aren’t much better.

She can feel Dew’s eyes on her shoulder-blades. She turns the light off and plunges them both into darkness broken by the streetlamps outside. Never true dark, of course not.

She doesn’t even bother to say goodnight.

He settles in next to her a handful of moments later. Heat slipping across the space between them, pooling against her lower back. She almost wiggles closer out of instinct. Drawn toward the heat of him even when she wants to throttle him. He smells like hotel soap, and the acidic tang of the pit.

They lay back to back. Covered by a thin sheet. Inches away. Miles apart. Not touching. Nowhere near. But Cumulus can feel every movement. Each shift he makes as he tries to get comfortable on a bed where it won’t be possible. He fluffs his pillow, growls at it when it stays flat and shapeless.

She curls her fingers into her pillow. Closes her eyes. She hates going to bed angry. Hates how she can feel the tension rolling off of him with each staccato movement. She’s not going to get any sleep. They’re going to lay like this for hours, staring at the walls, not talking. She digs her teeth into her cheek.

Another day, maybe she’d cave. Maybe she’d roll over and curl her arm around his waist, press her palm over his belly, drag her fingers through the fine trail of hair there until he gasped and arched into her. But even though she knows it would help, she can’t make herself move. Can’t break through the bitter frustration long enough to try to bridge the gap between them.

Dew goes still after a while. Not asleep, not even really pretending. Body still tense, violence wrapped up in his muscles. That silence and stillness lasts two minutes. Cumulus counts it. Hoping that maybe counting will lull her to sleep—will calm her racing thoughts.

Dew huffs, a quick exhale of breath Cumulus knows well. And then there’s the tell-tale shift. The rhythmic movement of his shoulder, his arm. His breath hitching. She can smell the burn of arousal all over him. Can hear the slick sound of his hand on his cock, already slick with pre.

Cumulus sees red.

She rolls over, laces her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck and yanks, forcing his head back, off of his pillow. Making him look at her. He yelps, covers it with a snarl. Eyes meeting hers in the dark. Lips parted in surprise as she looks down at him. Hand still shoved down his pants, curled tight around his cock. Wetness already starting to leak through the fabric.

She has words on her tongue. About how the absolute least he could do is something useful. How he should fucking share. But they burn up, float away like ash.

She kisses him instead, dragging his face up to hers. It’s harsh, teeth and tongue. She licks into his mouth and then his free hand is digging into her curls and he’s pulling her closer. Soon he has both hands on her. One on her waist as he pulls her into his lap, growling into her mouth when she settles, grinding over him.

She wants to tease him about how hard he is, but it would be unfair considering she’s soaking through her sleep shorts. And she can’t think of anything except him. Anything except fucking the asshole out of him, and exhausting herself so she can actually sleep. She rolls her hips and he pulls away from her mouth with a hiss.

“Thought you were mad at me,” he says, eyes heavy-lidded. Hands digging into her hips as he moves her. He flexes his hips up, pressing harder against her. She fights to keep her eyes from fluttering, to keep from gasping.

“I am,” she growls, curling her fingers around his throat. “Shut up.” Dew smirks at her, but keeps his mouth shut. It’s a miracle.  Impossible really. But she’s not going to question it, not going to break that spell.

They fumble with their clothes, getting tangled in them as Dew lifts his hips to shove his sweatpants off at the same time Cumulus tries shift to get her shorts off.

She ends up next to him. As soon as her shorts are off he shoves two of his fingers deep inside of her. She’s soaked already. He doesn’t waste time with lead up. He fingers her roughly, palm grinding down on her clit. Every movement speaks of urgency. The frustration coiled through both of them, at each other, at Papa, at the ministry. At six weeks on tour with barely any sleep. He dips his head down against her neck and bites down hard, digging bruises into her throat as he curls his fingers and drags the pads of his fingers over a spot inside of her that makes her keen.

When she cums, clenching around his fingers, leaking slick onto his palm, he pulls back to watch her mouth drop open. To watch the way her eyes roll up. She grips at his forearm, digging crescents into taut flesh, as he works her through it. His eyes alight as she whines, twitching against him.

When she shoves him away, he goes easily, flopping onto his back, pulling his fingers from the slick clutch of her body and sucking them both into his mouth. Groaning as he licks her from his fingers, and she climbs into his lap. Sinking down on him in one quick stroke that has both of his hands flying to her hips.

“Lus—fuck.”

She curls her fingers around his throat and digs them into his racing pulse. She doesn’t give him a chance to get used to the hot clench of her body. She grinds down on him. Setting a pace that makes her feel insane. Pleasure driving through all of her limbs. The receding tendrils of her orgasm coiling back together, building pressure in her gut. His fingers clench on her hips hard enough to bruise. Fingers dimpling into soft flesh. The noise he makes is strangled.

“Lus,” he grates out and she lets go of his throat. He gasps in air, sags into the pillow as the oxygen high hits him, ravages his already pleasure drunk brain.

Each roll of her hips winds the coil in her gut tighter. She braces herself on his chest and feels the way he tenses up. Feels the hammer of his heart beneath her palms. Watches as his face screws up tighter. Breath coming out in harsh pants as she uses his body for what she needs and he does everything he can to let her.

“Lus, I gotta—oh fuck.”

“Don’t you dare cum before me,” she growls baring down on his throat again even though she knows that isn’t going to help. As soon as she lets go and oxygen rushes back to his brain it’ll likely be over. He whines, pitiful, desperate.

It’s admirable how hard he tries. How he lets himself be used for her pleasure and tries to stave off his own. She doesn’t think he’s like this with many other people. Dew is notoriously selfish. Hedonistic and pleasuring seeking at every turn. Cumulus knows she’s lucky to see this side of him—to watch him try so hard for her. Especially considering five minutes ago they could barely stand the sight of each other.

“C’mon, Lus,” he bites out around the restriction of her fingers. “Wanna feel it. Let me feel you. Please.”

She releases his throat just as her orgasm rips through her. Toes curling, body bowing in on itself as she shudders above him. A high reedy moan pouring from her throat, as all of the tension on in her body releases.

He doesn’t stand a chance. The sudden rush of oxygen paired with the way she spasms around him wrench him over the edge. Back arching, fingers digging into her hips painfully. He sobs with it.

She leans down, presses her head against his collarbone just as he’s releasing her hips one finger at a time. Panting beneath her. One hand coming up to stroke through her hair, the other curling around her waist to hold her close to him. Holding their position, staying inside of her at all costs.

She breathes in the scent of him. Cinnamon. Soap. Sweat. No sulfur. He turns to kiss her temple, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. He sighs, body loosening below her, tension finally draining from him. Frustration fleeing the room.

“Sorry,” he whispers against the side of her head.

“Me too,” she whispers back.

Cumulus’ limbs feel leaden. Sleepy. The lumpy bed and scratchy sheets don’t matter as much now. Dew holds her close. Surprisingly strong despite his size, keeping her pressed against him, his nose tucked into her curls.

“Good night, Dew,” she whispers against his throat. He huffs, nuzzling further into her hair, sighing softly. “Night, Lus.”

#comet writes #mushy may #Cumdrop #Cumulus/Dewdrop #Dewdrop/Cumulus #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic

[silkholland]

Oh, What A Night | A.G.

Summary: Alcohol, A Glitzy After Party and your Ex. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Andrew Garfield x former assistant!reader

Warnings: SMUT (additional warnings under the cut), miscommunication, alcohol, cursing, pwp.

WC: 3.3K

A/N: Major shout out to @specialk-18 and her brilliant mind. I knew I wanted to do an Andrew one shot and she gave me this idea. I hope it lives up to the hype.

smut warnings: unprotected sex, slapping, hair pulling, slight size kink, rough sex, creampie.

The flashes of hundreds of light bulbs still sparkled and blurred your vision as you made your way into the venue. You tried to stay close to your new boss, but not too close. She had expressed in the past that she didn’t need a “babysitter” but you knew how she could be when she had a few too many drinks. If you thought you had a hard time as her assistant, her publicist was a saint.

Every day with her brought you a little closer to quitting the business entirely. She wasn’t your first choice but after parting from your last boss, you didn’t have much space to be picky.

Your last boss….he was a dream. Until that dream turned into a nightmare and he broke your heart, of course.

Two months prior you worked with the mesmeric Andrew Garfield. Everyone couldn’t help but love him, including yourself. He had an aura around him, bright and shining like his pearly whites. It lured you in until you didn’t know where you ended and he began.

One full year of working for him, six months of which were also spent in his bed, and he tossed you aside like it all meant nothing.

You suppose for him it did.

He surprised you one day, a pensive look on his face and a globe sized confession lodged in his throat. You knew something was wrong immediately but chose not to stoke the fire. Your willful ignorance did nothing to soften the blow when he told you he couldn’t have you as his assistant any longer. You knew what that ultimately meant, he didn’t want you as a lover any longer either.

You blew past him and out the door before the tears began to flow in his presence. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing what those few months meant to you. He tried to stop you, for what reason you have no idea, but you refused to listen. He had claimed he was doing it for you, you called it bullshit and an excuse just to sleep with whoever he wanted. Any excuses or “reasonings” he could give wouldn’t undo what had already been done. So, you left him and never looked back. Blocked his number, found a new boss and continued life like nothing earth shattering had taken place in the last

You hoped with every fiber of your being that he wouldn’t be present tonight, but of course he was. He was fucking nominated for an Oscar after all, why wouldn’t he attend an Oscar’s after party. And, because of your amazing luck, why wouldn’t he be at the one you were also forced to attend.

You would just ignore him. That’s all. He didn’t want you in his life so why allow him the luxury of even being a thought in yours.

Much easier said than done you realized as your eyes scanned the busy crowd and immediately locked with his stare. The fucker was staring at you, a smirk playing on his blush colored lips.

That smug, pompous asshole. His eyes were scanning over you like you were the winner at a dog show and he was your owner. You weren’t his anymore though, so where the fuck did he get the right to look at you that way?

It pissed you off to no end that he could be so calm looking at you while you felt as though your heart would beat out of your chest.

You glanced over at your boss schmoozing a director while also pretending to be appalled by Will Smith’s earlier actions. She would be just fine on her own.

With a fire in your step, you swerved through the drunken party goers to your target. You only hoped your eyes were filled with the same molten lava that ran through your veins as you stared back at him.

Your heartbeat gradually increased from a gentle hum to full on hammering as you stopped right in front of Andrew, a wicked smile stretched across his lips. You were torn between slapping it off of his face or pressing your own against them.

A huff passed through your own, your hand placed firmly on your hip.

“Can I help you?”

Andrew chortled, the champagne he had just taken a sip of bubbling back into his glass.

“I’m sorry?”

“You were staring at me,” you glared, annoyed with his boyish charm.

“Was I?” His accent came out full force whenever he was teasing. It used to enchant you, now it just filled you with dread.

“Yes, you were. You know you were. So just…” another huff. “Leave me alone.”

“If I’m not mistaken, Y/N,” he leaned in closer, placing his glass down on the table behind him. “You’re the one that came over to me.”

Your previously pleading gaze quickly transitioned to one full of malice. The lava in your blood began to harden and, if no one was around to witness it, you would have smacked that smug look off of his pretty face with the strength of a boulder. He didn’t just fuck you and dump you. He fucked you for months, leading you on, making you believe you were something more, and then dumped you.

Fucking pretty boy, Garfield.

“I’m tired of this, Andrew,” you surrendered, a wave of your hand through the air. “Please, just leave me alone.” You sighed, twisting to venture into the crowd once more.

Before you could get far, a large hand gently wrapped its fingers around your wrist, pulling you back. Your body twirled as he tugged, your noses just inches from each other’s.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

His breath intertwined with yours, breathing each other in as if he were your life source and you were his. The raucous party dwindled to the tiny buzz of a bee. His eyes bore into yours as everything around you disappeared.

The second your eyes flickered down to his lips, he knew he had you.

“Wanna get out of here?” His lips ghosted over yours, still refusing to put any distance between your bodies or your souls. All you could do was nod before your body was tugged into an unknown area.

You grunted, not from pleasure but from the pain of the door knob slamming into your lower back as he pushed you against the door.

“Sorry, sorry,” he pulled his lips away from yours for only a second to apologize.

The idea of a hotel hookup always seemed so casual and hot in the movies. Instead it was a mixture of apologizes, limbs fumbling to remove clothing and turn on the light, and your anxiety of whether the door was locked or not.

The walk to his room only took about two minutes once you were out of the party and into the hotel lobby. Two minutes was just long enough for you to contemplate if this was what you truly wanted. You wavered countless time in those 120 seconds and in the end you decided this was what you wanted. The relationship would end for real, on your terms this time.

One last fuck to fully get him out of your system.

You gently cradled his jaw in your palm, pulling him impossibly closer. He always was a good fucking kisser. His tongue glided over yours, your other hand reaching to pull at the brown locks at the nape of his neck. A moan was your reward as you tugged gently, igniting a hunger for more.

“Up,” he panted and you obliged, jumping up to wrap your legs around his slim waist, his grip on your thighs punishing. You always wanted him to be rough and you had a gut feeling your body would be covered in bruises by the following morning. This wasn’t the gentle “i love you” fucks that you had grown accustom to towards the end of your relationship; the ones where you poured your entire soul into to let him know how you truly felt because your lips trembled every time you tried to utter your feelings. This was pent up anger. Months of tears. Months of ‘why wasn’t i good enough?’ Months of frustration your vibrator brought on when the orgasms never compared to the ones he gave you.

This was hate sex, pure and simple.

Your tongues fought for dominance as your feelings did the same. You found yourself grinding against his stomach, your dress now hiked all the way up to your waist.

“Someone’s eager,” he panted, your slick already seeping through your lace and onto his dress shirt.

“Shut up. Too many clothes,” you mumbled angrily against his lips, your hands making quick work of his bow tie. You would have told him how adorable he looked in it if you didn’t simultaneously want to choke him with it.

The buttons of his shirt were popped open in the blink of an eye and you were pushing the god forsaken sleeves down and off of his arms. It was a crime so much of him was covered up. Your chest heaved against his, the oxygen too much and not enough as you swallowed his kisses. Nails scraped against his scalp, eliciting a wanton moan from his lips and a smirk on yours.

“Tell me…what…you want…” you taunted as your lips left cherry red stains over his jaw and collarbone.

“Fuck. I…I want..” he struggled, his hands nearly ripping off the zipper of your dress as he tugged it down. He slipped the top off your shoulder and groaned when your breasts came into view.

“What? What do you want, baby? Want me to suck you off? Choke on your cock?” Another groan as he thrusted his hips up and against your core to create any sort of friction. Your hips pinned his in place, an attempt to control the little bit you could.

“I don’t think you deserve that anymore, hmm? You wanna ruin me? Work for it.”

Andrew grunted, his lean arms picking you up and tossing you just as quickly onto the bed. Your dress was on the floor in seconds, your underwear joining right after. He gripped your ankle, tugging you towards the end of the bed. Gentle kisses lingered on your calf, then your thigh, then your stomach, completely avoiding all the places you truly wanted and needed him. He could sense your frustration, your body working harder to push against his in a futile attempt to get some friction.

“Can you just fuck me alr-“ your words were cut off by your own gasp, a stinging sensation blossoming on your reddened cheek.

He slapped you.

Andrew had fucking slapped you and you’d be lying to say it didn’t add to the puddle steadily growing between your legs. You had only mentioned to him once in passing that you wanted him to be rougher in bed - slap you, pull your hair, even edge you a bit. He always denied your suggestions, not out of dislike but out of fear of taking it too far and possibly hurting you. All caution was thrown to the wind tonight, apparently.

“Good girls get fucked. Are you gonna be my good girl, Y/N?” His eyes burned into you, your head emphatically nodding at his request.

“Please,” you found yourself whimpering.

“Please what? Use your words, baby. I know you can.”

His thumb traced the outline of your swollen bottom lip before pushing through, stroking your tongue until you got the hint to suck. He groaned, his eyes nearly rolling back at the sight of you sucking his digit. Realizing you couldn’t exactly speak with his thumb in your mouth, he reluctantly pulled it out with a pop.

“Fuck me, please. I w-want it rough, please.”

You always told yourself you were a switch but the truth was you were most definitely a sub. You could pretend to be dominate all you wanted but you weren’t fooling anyone, especially Andrew. The man had you wrapped around his fingers.

“Yeah?” he mockingly nodded along with your words, his hands swiftly unbuttoning his dress pants, ridding himself of the last barriers between the two of you.

All you could do was nod, your thighs rubbing together as he stared down at you.

Andrew licked his lips, his chocolate brown eyes raking over your naked form.

“Hands and knees.”

Your body moved quicker than your mind, shuffling to change your position to his satisfaction. The bed dipped with the weight of him as he climbed on behind you, his right hand instinctively gripping the back of your neck to push your head down.

“Remember what you asked for, sweet girl,” was his final warning as he pushed into you fully, a mixture between a gasp and scream echoing from your lungs.

“Shh, baby, we don’t want to wake the neighbors.”

You could almost hear the smirk on his face. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as he set a punishing pace, giving you nearly no time to adjust. You’d been with a few men in your life but Andrew was easily the most well endowed. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth, stretching you in the most perfect way.

Your pants grew as his hips repeatedly slapped against your ass, the sound reverberating in the fancy hotel suite.

“You’re still so fucking tight for me. Have you fucked anyone since me?”

His hips faltered slightly as he waited for your response. A grin spread across his lips as he felt your neck shake back and forth.

“Are you too cock drunk to use your words, sweet girl?” He teased, leaning back on his heels while he slammed your hips against his.

Your only response was a groan as his hips hammered away, the slight change in position causing him to hit that special spot in you. He was the only one who ever seemed to be able to hit it, filling the already cocky man with a weird sense of pride.

“Fuck, fuck I’ve missed this pussy. You hear how wet you are for me? No one else can ever…make…you…feel…like…this…” he punctuated each word with a particular hard thrust.

You pushed your lower half further into the sweat soaked mattress. “Fuck, Andrew, please,” your right hand slipped between the sheets and your body, quickly rubbing your bundle of nerves to get you to your high.

“You almost there, baby? Good…good,” he panted, his hips never easing up.

His name fell from your lips like a hymn, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts. Your walls clenched, your slick running down the back of your thighs as he fucked you relentlessly.

“Come on, sweet girl. Cum for me,” He leaned forward slightly, his hand loosening around your neck only to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He tugged it back, forcing your body to take everything he gave you.

He had never been this rough in the entire six months you were together and you were disappointed this was your first time experiencing this side of him.

His left hand slipped from your hip and swatted your hand away, taking over. He pinched your bundle before soothing it with quickened strokes. Your eyes squeezed tight, a loud moan rising from deep within your chest as you felt your walls clamp down on his cock. He grunted as your wetness coated his shaft. A few more punctured thrusts prolonged your orgasm as you felt his cock twitch and spasm within you.

You both panted, your brain fuzzy and your limbs exhausted. You winced as he pulled out and you heard him whisper an apology. The pressure on the bed was lifted but you couldn’t be bothered to move from your wearied state.

“Can you turn over for me?” You registered his voice through the post coital haze in your mind and you wondered how long he had even been gone. With a low groan, you turned your body over to find him still naked, a wash cloth in his grip. Without a second thought, he reached between your folds and began to clean you up.

You shut your eyes, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as he cleaned up the mixture of your fluids. In the heat of everything, you had forgotten to use protection. You knew you were clean but you couldn’t say the same for him. He was an actor, a Hollywood star, why wouldn’t he be sleeping around?

As if he could sense your nerves, he peered up at you from beneath his long lashes.

“I haven’t….since you…either, by the way. I should have said that earlier but, ya know,” he gestured between the two of you.

He left you for a moment as he disposed of the wash cloth. When he returned he was dressed in a pair of pajama pants, a tshirt in hand for you.

You hesitantly took it, wondering what exactly your next move should be. This didn’t mean anything, right? Just one last fuck, that’s what you told yourself. Just a fuck to get him out of your system.

“Do you, um,” he began, his nerves on full display. “Do you want to stay the night? I don’t know if your boss will be waiting for you but, I mean, I’d really like it if you stayed.” He finally concluded, his brown eyes only now willing to connect with yours.

“She’s fine without me but,” your fingers anxiously toyed with the shirt in your grasp, your nudity the least of your worries. Andrew had already seen every inch of you.

“Please, Y/N….” His eyes were pleading.

“I miss you.”

Those words clutched your heart in a vice, squeezing tightly until it just about burst.

“Then why didn’t you want me?” Your eyes lowered, no longer confident enough to look into his.

“Wha—? Didn’t want you? Y/N I always wanted you. Fuck, I still want you!” He began to step towards you with his hand outstretched but you took a step back.

“You didn’t want me as your assistant anymore…you didn’t want me anymore.” Your voice trembled.

“Y/N, are you serious? I just didn’t want my girlfriend running errands for me.” He exhaled, exasperated.

“Girlfriend?” He had never once referred to you as his girlfriend in the time you were together.

“Well..I mean, I wanted you to be. I wanted to officially ask you and all but you never really gave me the chance. You wouldn’t return any of my calls.”

“Because I thought you didn’t want me,” you mumbled, realization finally dawning on you. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

He laughed but instantly covered his mouth when your eyes shot up to his.

“I’m sorry…I just…this was really bad miscommunication on both of our parts. Yours mainly, of course,” he teased with a smirk and you couldn’t help but fake gasp, reaching out to swat at him.

“Fine,” you began, tossing his shirt over your head. “I’ll stay the night but only because your dick is that good. The rest of you…? Could use some improvement.”

It was his turn to fake gasp as he grasped you in his arms. “Just my dick? Not even my lips?”

“Eh, they’re okay….I might need a refresher, though. I was a bit distracted before.” A wide grin spread across his face, your favorite kind that made his eyes crinkle and shine just slightly.

“I think I can handle that…” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You sighed contently into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back to bed.

You had a lot of time to make up for.

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[here4theheartbreak]

I'd love to hear more about your experience at the ooo fansign, if you'd like to share. I can't imagine what it would be like to be up close to the boys. I feel I might die from awkwardness, but they look warm and relaxed and your photos are so cute!

Hiiii - I saw this and meant to respond but I've been out all day so I'm just getting a chance to sit down and compile my thoughts about it now. It's a really long post - I have talked to friends about bits of it, but never really sat down and wrote it all out - so I'm putting it under a cut.

Fansign

The fansign - and all the engagements really - were so overwhelming and fun. I've done hi touches before, but this was a whole new level. I was a few rows back hanging out with another Rie stan; she was teasing me bc Junji was at the start of the line and Rie wasn't until the end - I wasn't sure how I was going to face Junji first. I also had gifts to give them, so I had to somehow make my fingers and mouth work. Junji was super sweet, he's got such a nice smile. He's so loud though - I was anticipating him being the quiet, easy one, but no, you could hear him across the venue - he was so happy with everyone. Just shouting "HELLO" - bless him. Nine too - he's so handsome in person, but not like... Intimidatingly so? I was worried about it with him but he was one of the easier members to interact with throughout the night. Kyubin was super easy and nice as well, and then Rie.

I interacted with Rie 4 times that night and every one was embarrassing or overwhelming 🤦🏻‍♂️ - what did I do when I saw Rie for the first time? Made eye contact with him and gasped in his fucking face. I couldn't help it, he was so much more handsome than I anticipated and his gaze is so intense. Apparently I gasped loudly bc his eyes widened a bit and he looked somewhat concerned before smirking and greeting me. I slid his envelope over like a moron and moved on (I think I muttered a hi, thank you? I'm not sure tbh - I blacked out). Then there was Yoojung (who is so pretty oh my god.) But he was very quiet and gentle, but unfortunately he came up right after Rie so I was still reeling through him and Mill.

Afterward we ended up meeting and befriending a lyOn standing in front of us because they overheard a dirty comment my friend made and cracked up so hard they almost fell over 🙈 (you know those moments where it's super loud and you're safe to talk - then as soon as you say the thing it's quiet? That happened. Not "quiet" but our little area of people was just quiet enough for this person to hear us).

Hi-Touch/Photo

Then afterward was the hi-touch and group photo; I was prepared this time. Or so I thought. Junji was fine - he's got massive hands omg. But he's so very gentle, I didn't realize just how nice that was until later in the night. Nine was so happy and grinny and bubbly - his normal hyper self. (Side note, Nine was wearing his crop top and idk how he managed to have both the firmest washboard abs while simultaneously looking like he has the softest tummy - his skin is eerily perfect.). Kyubin was very professional, and unfortunately I don't think I gave him all the attention that I could have, because I knew Rie was coming.

When I reached him I looked anywhere but his eyes - I wasn't going to be stupid. I would say thank you, touch his hand, and that was it. He fucking noticed - I swear to God he did. Maybe it was a coincidence, but I was purposely looking at his mouth/neck when I reached him so I could speak, and he tilted his head just enough to catch my eyes and smirked. Which of course short circuited my brain (moreso when he curled his fingers around my hand for a split second - I know it was only a few seconds but I felt like I held up the line for ages 😂) - I was a stupid grinny fool then with Yoojung, who - imo - looked slightly amused. Either he saw how Rie was affecting me or he was just was in a silly mood idk.

Concert

Then we had the concert - amazing experience overall. Honestly did not last long enough. I won't go into all the specific songs because this is already absolutely monstrously long, so I'll just hit the important parts.

I had a pretty good idea they'd do begin and because based on the previous stops, but I wasn't sure; I was praying for it tho, esp after those first two interactions with Rie. because was the song that ultimately made me give the O's a serious shot. So when they did it, I was so jazzed. because makes me cry, it's such a beautiful song and the choreography they made for it is stunning. (I love all 6 choreos - they are so smart in the way they used the members in couples to add to the effect, and the way they used the choreography to sort of tell the story that they told in the ui videos - it's so impressive.)

So, as pretty much everyone knows, after that was the proposal - I was a sobbing mess and it was beautiful. Honestly - I feel so proud of OOO for creating a space safe enough for this, and I am so happy for the folks that got engaged, what a powerful and amazing moment. Obviously I was just one face in the crowd, but I'm so honored that I got to watch history be made in a way, it's beautiful and humbling. No matter how much progress is made, this particular concert will always be the first that a queer couple not only got engaged at, but had the full support and cheer of the group - I mean - Kyubin excitedly and willingly stopping the concert to do this? What a powerful statement of support. I doubt they'll ever see this, but I wish the couple all the happiness in the world, and I woud love to thank them for letting all of us there share in such a beautiful moment.

Oh, by the way, the progress flag that ultimately made it on stage was actually my friend's flag. The group I ended up getting in with before the concert decided we wanted to sign one. We had him bring it and we all signed it before going into the venue (more than just us - he was having a bunch of people sign - anyone who wanted to in the line - it was so full of signatures of support); and one of our gc members handed it to them, the way I cheered when I saw them grabbing it. I could talk for pages about what OOO's support means for the community and how important it is, but I am sure this is already becoming tedious lol - so I will save that for another day.

Snapshots (Premium)

Junji

So after the concert was over too soon - I got Junji and Rie for premium snapshots. I decided to go to Junji first. When I got up there, the staff was changing the film, but I was scared to approach bc I didn't wanna get yelled at by her. Junji was leaning against the barricade, so we just kind of awkwardly stared into each other's eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time before he did that all caps HELLO bellow he'd been doing all night. Which startled the fuck out of me 😑 -- I asked for a back to back photo, he stood straight up and laughed (I think pointing out our height difference, even with the height boost from my boots I am tiny comparatively). He is massive. Jfc - I've met a lot of tall people, taller than him even, but he seems to just dwarf them all. I didn't really notice his size at the fansign/hi touch as much - probably bc it went so fast.

So we turn and he nearly crushed me bc he dropped his weight on my back. I figured he'd stay standing tall but, just kinda touching, but no, he decided to see just how much my tiny ass could support 🙃 - I had a moment of real fear - I was already weak in the legs from the concert (and standing for the 5 hours prior to said concert), if I went down he was gonna come with me and we'd both end up hurt 🤣 but we stayed standing. I thanked him and rushed off to Rie's line.

Rie

Thus comes embarrassing Rie moment #3 of my night. Once again the lady had to change the film, so the awkward staring ensued. Rie is a lot more forward then Junji tho, so once he realized I wasn't moving voluntarily, he stepped up and motioned for me to join him at the barricade. He asked how I liked the concert and I said he did amazing. I told him I wanted to poke his cheek. We couldn't quite get the hand position right so I hit his hand once or twice lol. After the photo was taken I (looked into his eyes again - that was my mistake) told him he performed because beautifully. He grinned all wide and said "oh thank you!" and touched my hand. I got so shy that I nodded and hurried off - I was nearly running. He grabbed at me and was like “no no no no!” - it was because I ran off without my photo. 🫣 So I had to come back and take it from the staff member and tried to walk away but he called for me again and raised his hand, I figured for a high five, but he squeezed it a second and grinned before letting me slink away in shame.

Snapshots (Standard)

Then I had standard photos - I got one with Kyubin, Nine, Mill, Rie, and Junji. I wanted one with Yoojung but unfortunately his sold out before I could buy it 😩

Nine

I went to Nine first figuring he'd be not so bad, and I was right. He's very easy to be around. I told him he was amazing and he laughed and thanked me, and said I was more amazing. Honestly his interaction was by far the least star-struck that I had and I'm glad for it, it really solidified him as a great, easygoing person for me, and it was really nice to have that. Before I got to him, the person ahead of me spoke Korean, it was really cute bc he wasn't expecting it. He thanked her in English and she spoke back in Korean, his eyes bulged out of his head and he laughed so bright and chatted with her for a few seconds, it was really cute. Prior to the concert I was pretty sure he was my bias wrecker, and I definitely stand by that belief now, there's something just so nice about him. Not in a "comfort person" way but more of like... I don't know how to describe it tbh, he is just so naturally friendly.

Mill & Kyubin

Mill was so sweet and gentle. He pulled me so much closer than I thought he would - I was scared to touch him 😂 but when he tugged me close I was like oh, okay, this is fine. And he held on for a bit after and thanked me for coming, I thanked him and said he did so well. The woman doing his photos (she's known as a problematic person and really not very nice) was rushing a bit - I wish I could've talked with him for a minute more - he was very similar to Nine in the whole just, easy to talk to, normal person, not intimidating way. After I finished with him and was waiting for another member, I saw him interacting with a child fan that came. She was no more than 8 or 9, maybe younger. He was so sweet, it warmed my heart. He was like, fixing her hair and talking gently to her, honestly - kids and animals, THE prime indicator of a person. (Apparently Rie was very sweet to the kids too but I missed seeing that. Good thing, probably, I was already lost for that man).

Kyubin's was hard to read. He wasn't cold or mean, but he's very professional and kind. He is so frickin' tall. I told him he did so well tonight and thanked him for all his hard work, I wanted to say more to him, but my brain was blanking and I was so tired >.< - I know he's a chatty person if you start it, I've heard as much from other lyOns; my friend had a fun story with him. If I have any regrets at all from this concert, it's not finding a way to get a picture with Yoojung, and not chatting for longer with Kyubin and Mill. Next time I see OOO I'm definitely gonna try - they're all so great and I want to get that chance.

Junji (Again)

So then... Junji and Rie. I was nervous about going up to them again, but I don't know why. It wasn't like I was the only person that had multiple photos. I was still so embarrassed about running away from Rie before though, so I went to Junji first. He did that big crooked grin and stood upright when he saw me - it's such a cute expression and ngl it immediately made me less nervous. Despite his size, he exudes gentleness (even when he's nearly crushing you lol) and it's really comforting. The lady was changing the film (again! What luck) but this time I went up to him and said "I'm back again!" Unfortunately that was the same time he chose to say "Long time no see!" -- Which made us both laugh. I repeated what he said, but he repeated what I had said - I'm proud to say I shared a braincell with one of my biases for a second there, and it made him do that fucking adorable nose crinkle and smile again.

So we did our pose and I knew I wasn't going to walk away without saying something, this was my last chance, so I tried to speak - but he leaned really close to me (I'm not that short man, you don't have to bend down to hear me 😭). When he did, my brain short circuited - he is so fucking cute and I forgot how to speak English. For a good five seconds I was just stuttering "I--- will--" - but he just waited so patiently for me to stop being an idiot. Finally I managed to get my tongue to work and told him I'd see him again soon. Which isn't exactly what I wanted to say, but it was close enough. He leaned up and nodded and grinned and said "Yes we will!" and then he raised his fist for an exploding fist bump.

Rie (Again)

And thus left Rie. So I get up there and he grins and says "hi again" I mumbled what I hope sounded like hi. I forgot what the pose number was, so I just made the motion and he nodded and wrapped his arm around me really tight going "ah! yes". He had such a grip around my shoulders, I almost forgot to reach up and cup his chin lol. Other lyOns have mentioned that he really pulls you in, and they weren't kidding. I ended up wrapping my arm around his waist; he's so warm and soft, and he smells so amazing. Obviously, he's just, you know, a guy, but it was so relaxing for that moment - I would have gladly paid (more) money to just let him hug me for longer, he's got such a comforting touch.

He didn't immediately let go after the photo was taken (probably so I wouldn't run away from him again lol), instead he kept his arm around me and let me kind of step out of it. He raised one hand and I pressed palm to his; he wrapped his fingers around my hand and held me there, so I set my other hand on his bicep and finally met his gaze without panicking (go me!) - His gaze is so intense. I know I said that before, but it really is shocking. He gives his full attention to you and really focuses on what you're saying - it's really overwhelming, like you're the only person in the room with him, a friend, and not just a random person he met 10 seconds before. I told him that 'because' was the reason I ended up getting into OnlyOneOf and thanked him for it again. He grinned and bowed his head and thanked me, said I was too nice. He told me to have a nice night when I went to grab my photo, and I said "you do too"; he reached out one more time and squeezed my hand like he had been before and grinned before I walked off. That was the perfect end to the snapshots tbh.

Final Thoughts

And that was that - that was the whole experience, pretty much. Easily the best experience I've ever had relating to idols, concerts, or meeting celebrities in general. There's something special about these guys, the way they interact with fans, their overall vibe, idk. I didn't expect to get as overwhelmed by Rie as I did; up until that night my bias line was Junji and then Rie. That's really flipped - Rie is 100% the main bias, and to be entirely honest he's really fighting for Ult Bias spot and I think he's gonna take it. (Frankly the group is fighting for Ult Group and.. They are winning). Obviously it's an unfair advantage; I've never met my other idols aside from hi-touch, and it was really their interactions with me one on one that pushed them higher. They are amazing performers and do have a great stage charisma, but their ability to interact so easily and intimately with fans of all kinds was really what has shoved them a full head and shoulders above others.

Personally, I was anxious about meeting them. I know I'm not a stereotypical kpop fan. Obviously fans are diverse, but we have to admit, the majority is not made up of scruffy male presenting people. But this concert was so much more diverse than others I've been to, which was so great to see. And there was no difference in how they treated me versus how they treated their female presenting fans, their androgynous or enby fans, their clean shaven, younger male presenting fans, etc. That was so important to me. Being able to be comfortable as myself, not only with the friends I'd made but also with the group; not worrying about being perceived negatively; not sensing discomfort from any of them (real or imagined) - it meant the world to me, and I've genuinely never felt that welcome in a space like this before.

So that's that - this was a super long post, I'm sorry about that. While I was writing it, it let me go back and relive parts of it, realize things that I had overlooked before, etc. I hope it didn't bore anyone reading it to absolute tears. And I hope it encourages some of y'all to go see OOO if you have the chance. They are really amazing performers and guys, and I cannot wait to see them again.

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[venus-haze]

you have to tell us more about the concert omg???

I’m putting this under the cut because I know I’ll be rambling!

Okay so I got to the venue kinda late as far as general admission pit goes but it worked out for me because people started getting confused about the lines, and some people left the line but I stayed put and ended up like the second GA person to get in lol. All the VIP people (which I wasn’t) were allowed in early, which is fine! Except half the people at the barrier where these tall dudes. So fucking inconsiderate. I wore boots that gave me a few inches (I’m 5’2”) but it was like you could seriously see fine behind shorter people but I have to see the back of your head? Tall dudes are so overhyped in general and also from personal dating experience lmao.

I ended up shuffling around a little a got a better view! I was like a little to the right of the center of the stage, and Slash hung out there a lot which was so cool! He was very much in the zone and didn’t look up at the crowd often, but I mean, he’s Slash. Duff would wander over too, and he was so fun and dare I say a little flirty? I don’t know, I got that confident vibe from him whenever he smiled that like he knows he’s a hot dad lol.

And then…Axl! Axl my beloved! He was running all over the stage and you could just tell he was having a lot of fun, he was born to be a frontman, ya know? Also he sounded incredible! I think he does a good job of adjusting the songs to fit his current vocal range (he did struggle with a few, I kinda noticed it with the higher notes in Sweet Child O’ Mine, but everyone was singing along so it’s not like it really mattered?) He sang Pretty Tied Up and I was like🥰🫠🤭 but the energy during Rocket Queen was insane and I’m probably biased because that’s one of my favorite songs of theirs and HE SMILED AT ME! Granted I was waving and screaming along when he came over to where I was standing so I was hard to miss lol. Ugh and he looks so good too! We need more older Axl content he’s still hot, I don’t care!!

I didn’t take a ton of photos or videos, to be honest because I didn’t wanna be on my phone the whole time! Also these two guys got into a fight so security had to break it up and make them leave, and then this one guy was being such an asshole like trying to push further to the front even though he was tall!! I had to yell at him because he was blocking this poor girl from seeing anything, she must have been in middle school or something because she was tiny and with her parents. Like how hard is it to not be a dick?

Anyway, it was such a fun night! I don’t think I’d do pit again just because of how short I am😅 It was so worth it for Guns N’ Roses though🖤 It was an amazing experience to get to see my favorite band (AND AXL!!) up close like that!

#ask tag

[adultswim2021]

Squidbillies #50: "Not Without My Cash Cow!" | July 20, 2009 - 12:15AM | S04E10

Sometimes I think maybe I’m too hard on Squidbillies. When I point out that the show rarely makes me laugh it’s a true statement, but I don’t know if that makes me an effective arbiter of the show’s quality. I probably didn’t laugh out loud too much at the last Aqua Teen season, but I probably made less of a point to tell you this because I’m fonder of that show and those characters. If I’m being honest, the quality of these two shows this television season was probably fairly negligible. I would even go as far as to say that this was the best season of Squidbillies that I’ve seen, and I’m more fond of the show than I was last go round. 

In the conclusion of this two-parter: Durwood has taken Rusty from Early’s home. Early has seller's remorse, and is also promptly caught in a lie trying to disguise Lil as Rusty in order to keep his government child support checks from drying up. So, Early feigns that Rusty has been suspiciously kidnapped, causing Amber Alerts in the area. A media circus ensues which Early milks for all it’s worth.

Meanwhile, Durwood’s family home life isn’t all it’s cut out to be. His wife is addicted to wine and muscle relaxers. Durwood is revealed to be jobless, and we cut to him at a gay bar while pretending to go to work. His wife shares this fact with Rusty, also telling him that Durwood doesn’t know that she knows. It doesn’t stop with this overshare; she seduces Rusty, who gleefully fucks her. When Durwood comes home, she claims Rusty raped her. That’s when they simply stuff him into a sack and throw him back into Early’s yard.

I’ve been trained to be lightly wary of these types of take-downs of suburban/middle-class America, and this one doesn’t exactly reinvent the wheel. But it works well enough to pass the time for an eleven minute Adult Swim cartoon. It’s sorta fun to have one of your guys be a squid that’s walking upright in shoes, you know?? That dude straight-up unfurls and I gotta tell you, I was glad to see it. Not saying I loved this episode too much, but I liked it. Squidbillies: reasonably funny.

EPHEMERA CORNER: 

San Diego Comic-Con (July 23-25, 2009) 

Here’s the post where I basically just list all the Adult Swim related-stuff that happened at or around comic-con in 2009. I recall going to this comic-con, but I don’t think I have a good enough of a memory to definitively say what I did and where. If I remember anything, I’ll write a thing. Also, I’ll link to videos if there are any. Also, this is apropos somewhat; I realized that I’m pretty sure I’ve failed to highlight other panels at different comic-cons, but the idea of cataloging all of them to any extent just seems exhausting. Collectors of Adult Swim ephemera should do due diligence and find all the other con shit themselves. I mostly just highlight San Diego because I’ve actually gone to that one myself a few times. Thanks. 

SDCC Panel: Robot Chicken w/ Titan Maximum (July 23, 2009 - 3:00PM) SDCC Panel: The Mighty Boosh (July 24, 2009 - 4:45PM)

I can’t imagine going to the Robot Chicken panel. I don’t think I went to the Mighty Boosh panel.

Tim and Eric Awesome Show Performance (July 24, 2009 - 7:00PM)

I think I went to the Tim & Eric show with Kon, who is famous for being my friend and sometimes writing into the blog. I recall having gone to a Tim & Eric show at an all-ages venue in San Francisco maybe a few months before this. The kids were actually pretty great, but the 21+ crowd were dickheads, who vaguely treated everyone and everything like it was just a big freak show. I remember watching some girl dance during all the songs and stealing focus. I despised her.

Mighty Boosh Bash (July 24, 2009 - 11:00PM)

I remember going to this, it was basically a short stage show with the Boosh Boys and it ended with a DJ set. I mingled for like 15 minutes and then left.

Tim and Eric Awesome-Con 2009 (July 25, 2009 - 12:00PM)

This happens in a park outside the convention center. I don’t remember what happened at which Awesome-Con. Could this be the Awesome-Con where I asked to take a picture with James Quall and he just made a noise that sounded like a big sigh and I took it as a yes while he stared off into the distance. It was a dark moment, man. 

SDCC Panel: Series Development and the Venture Bros. (July 25, 2009 - 6:00PM)

I think I sat through this, and I think this might’ve been the panel where I sat next to a really beautiful girl who was dressed like Lady Au Pair. Maybe. I don’t know, I probably said that about the last Venture Bros. panel. I might be hazy on the details, but I basically remember every hot girl who ever touched or almost touched me. 

Robot Chicken Fan Event (July 25, 2009 - 8:00PM)

In your dreams, dickbag

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #squidbillies

[bronwiebear-brad]

I was in the mood so I knew I had to write something inspired on would you

“Good luck, B” you said hugging him, your arms wrapping his figure like you did everytime.

“Thank you” he kissed the top of your head.

When you looked up he leanned down to kiss you. When you pulled apart he noticed how you left your eyes open during the kiss. And that hurt him.

“Do you still love me?” He asked out of nowhere on a saturday night just as he was about to leave the backstage room for a concert.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused. You were pretty sure he knew how much you loved him because you were always showing him.

“It is a simply yes or no question, Y/N”

“ Yeah I know, but I don’t uderstand why are you asking me that”

“Your answer explains everything” he looked down sarcastically smiling.

“That question came out of nowhere, Brad. Why are you doing this right now?”

“Because i need to know” he looked at you. His eyes were dark. He had a serious expression.

“Wh-“ you wanted to know more about where this conversarion led but someone interrupted.

“Guys, 10 seconds to come up on stage”

“We’ll talk later. Or not. I don’t know anymore.”he turned around and left you.

This was probably the worst thing he could do to you. Leaving you at least 4 hours overthinking about you and your relation. He know how anxious you would get but at this point he couldnt care less.

Everyone went up on the stage and you stood there in the dressing room with the famillies. James stood behind resting, because his voice condition, he noticed the interaction between you and his bandmate. You looked at him and he gave you a pitty look, he was trying so hard to not say anything.

Instead you gave him a reasuring smile and he gentle caressed your back.

…

Every song he sang that night made him think of you and every time he closed his eyes your eyes were looking straight into his. It was consuming him.

“Thank you Birminghan, that was a crazy show” you heard him say and the venue went crazy.

He looked at them and saw happiness. He remembered when he felt that way.

It was a long time.

He started to notice when you stopped waiting for him on the driveway when he came from work. You used to jump on his arms and hug him tight.

But not anymore.

There were a few times when you refused to go with him to red carpet events, dinner parties amd eventually casual dates.

You stopped waiting for him at the airport arrivals gate when he was away touring.

But when you stopped kissing him goodnight before bed thats when he noticed it.

He had lost you.

The whole ride from the venue to the hotel was silent. The tension between you and him could be cut with a knife. You were pretty sure the uber driver was looking at you through the mirror and wondering why you two didn’t talk.

“When did you stop loving me?” He asked closing the bedroom door.

“Brad we don’t have to do this right now, you need to rest” you said grabbing your things all over the room.

“See? You don’t even deny it!” He sat on the bed defeated.

“I do love you” you stopped what you were doing and looked at him.

“Fuck, I know that I’m never going to stop loving you.” You said.

For a split second his eyes filled with hope.

“So don’t “ he desperately said.

“But I can’t love you the same” you continue and his heart dropped. You sat beside him on the bed. Your knees touching.

“Brad, im tired to be always waiting. I cant live my life feeling that im always waiting for something. I can count on my fingers the amount of times I woke up in the morning and you were there smiling at me and ready to holding me tight…”

“I try to be present…”

“I know babe, it’s not your fault. You can’t compromise your job. Its what you do and you’re pretty fucking good at it.” You tried to make him smile and bumped his shoulder playfully. He lose a little but not enought.

“But I deserve to be happy too. Not spend my life waiting for you. Counting the days I’ll get to see you.”

“We’re going to find a way. I know we will. Just please don’t leave me” he said looking at you and grabbing your hands gently. His eyes were looking straight into yours.

“We tried already, darling” you said. Your hand caressed his face and he closed his eyes feling your touch.

“I can’t be that jealous with myself. And I know you’ll understand” you continued.

“i know that you’ll let go because you really love me” your hand traveled down and touched his chest right were his heart was.

“I can’t let you go, i love you” he said. You noticed his eyes filling with water. And you were breaking too.

“My darling i am nothing without you”

“Brad, you’re incredible without me. You just need to wait to see.”

He was listening you quietly. Few Tears were silently falling of his eyes and you cleaned them with your hands.

“You’ll became this better version of yourself. You’ll see how strong you are.” At this point you were sobbing too.

“And you’ll find someone like you.” He nodded no.

“She will be amazing and she’ll love you a lot, because its impossible not to”

“You’ll find someone like you”

#brad simpson #bradley simpson #the vamps #bradley will simpson #thevampsbrad #bradsimpson #bradleysimpson #the vamps brad #thevamps #thevampsband

[seahdalune]

been having so many weird dreams lately. i think it's because of my fever.

(dreams in question⬇️)

one that stayed with me for a bit was a dream relating to an IRL site that i use often to download videos on Twitter (so it's not piracy, i may have to remind you).

the site was infamous for having this thing where it would make you wait like 20 seconds before downloading a video (although it wasn't really consistent with when it would make you wait? sometimes i got it, sometimes i didn't). it wasn't like, cooldown time, but actual BS padded out wait time. this was probably added so people paid for the premium, where the wait thing was removed.

anyways in the dream the site stopped working, and if you ever tried using the site it would direct you to an error page. the scary thing is, if you ever shouted profanities in response, due to frustration... a person nearby, would take out their handgun, and break into wherever you are to kill you.

(i don't know if this would happen if you were in your own home. thing is, this stuff always happened to people in their cars.)

meanwhile, me in the dream was kinda just.... attending a business my grandma was in? i wasn't doing anything, so i assume i was just there to see what she does and stuff. and shit man, like any event your gram takes you.... it was boring as shit. i guess everyone in the venue sensed i was, so they decided to take me inside a company car. a very big one, not a limbo, not an RV..... like, Starex.

i was on my phone, found a video i liked on twitter, decided to load it on the usual site that i use.... and out pops the error.

"SHIT!" i screamed.

the domino topples.

there were some men passing by, so one of them pulled out their gun and started smashing the windows by hitting them with the butt of the gun, or shooting at the window pane. both take a lot of time so i attempt to hide under the seats. i don't know what the other man did other than bang on the glass uselessly.

trying to get out of the car is apparently useless, because none of the victims have ever tried getting out of there. and neither do i, but that's besides the point.

it was so fucking intense. i had such an adrenalin spike, and it was like i was there. i can still feel my heartbeat.

i would have almost died, but then the gunners were... killed? apprehended? well, they were stopped in some way. i was saved, wee-hee.

i stopped using the site. and switched over to a different site, which was ad free AND had no such thing as a "premium".

( it should be noted that because of this dream i immediately went on a Discord server i was on and told everyone my alternative was way better. yes the site is real btw. it's called Cobalt.)

other misc dreams included: -a dream about a TV adaptation of a children's book. the book was about a chef person cooking for a school with the students, and it had 4 books minimum, themed around the 4 season. there could have been more though. the tv adaptation i was watching in particular was set in fall... well, i think it was because everyone was dressed for cold weather, the scenes were orange-and-yellow themed, and people were making soup. there were reviews that said the episode was a "poor adaptation compared to the rest", and that it was "ok, but didn't capture the warmth that the original books gave them when they were a child reading the book.

-a very surreal TV show, clearly more artistically driven. all i remember was that it was semi-stop motion, and a certain scene that involved a mannequin, a very weird one at that.

the scene in question played out like this: (a man, presumably the main artist behind the show, enters the camera view. the walls are all a shade of off-white.) man: hello, my wife's head! (camera cuts to a mannequin's head. it's been decorated heavily so it's hard to tell if it was actually a mannequin at first.) (camera cuts back to the same man from before) man: hello, my wife's body! (camera cuts back to the mannequin. this time it's more obvious it's not human, because it's head has been plucked off, and the body is.... odd, either it was stretched out in some areas, or some limbs were too long for the other.) (either way, the mannequin does an attempt to "wave" back at it's husband.)

in both TV dreams i took a pic of the show names shown in the title card... but that was in a dream, and sadly those don't transfer over to irl. shame, because i would have liked to watched the latter show i described a little more.

anyways i should lie down again. may more odd dreams haunt me tonight.

#dreamerdalune #cw gun #ask to tag #those were the most dreams i ever had in a while #probs because i got the most sleep in 24 hours today

[gemini-sensei]

Smut where Demetri is still a virgin so Hawk wants to help him out so Hawk convinces his girlfriend to have sex with him because best friends share everything. Even girlfriends

(monster cock!Demetri, chubby!Reader, hand stuff, voyeurism, spit kink, instruction, rough sex) (unedited) (@sensei-venus)

"She's good, right?"

Demetri doesn't know what to say. Hell, he doesn't even have room to think because his mind is so foggy with lust and pleasure. Never in his life did he ever think he'd be having sex with his best friend's girlfriend, panting hard as she jerks his cock in her hand. He moans as she gives him a squeeze, pressing her thumb against the vein that runs along the underside of his shaft.

Hawk laughs beside him, smirk permanently plastered on his face as he turns his attention from Demetri to Reader. "I think he's enjoying it."

Demetri sits between the couple on their long couch, Hawk relaxed and casual as he watches and Reader eager to get her hands dirty.

"I sure hope so," she tells him, swiping the bead of pre that leaks from his tip. She licks it off of her thumb and hums. "I don't do this for everyone, but for Dem I can always make an exception."

She then collects a small amount of spit and leaned over the rather large cock in front of her. She let it fall out of her mouth slowly, letting both men watch as it left her plush lips and land on Demetri's hard, throbbing cock.

"Shit, he's so big," she curses, then smirks. "And I'm the first one that gets to take this fat, meaty cock. Everyone else is missing out."

"You worried he won't fit?" Hawk asks, raising an eyebrow.

"A little."

"Let me help you, baby."

He stands and walks over to Reader's other side, sitting behind her as she reposition to sit on her knees. His hand slides up her inner thigh, disappearing under his skirt. Demetri's eyes watch carefully, moaning as he hears his friend's fingers spread her wet pussy open. Then he shudders as she spits on his cock again.

He can't fathom the idea that they planned this out. He thinks no one could ever do something like this, but as he stares at Reader's rits about to bust out of her low cut top, it's irrefutable. His eyes rack over her body as she sits so pretty for them, then watches as Hawk slowly pulls her soaked panties down her thick thighs.

"Wow, babe, you're really into this," Hawk teases. He swirls the tips of his fingers through her wet folds and starts kissing her neck. "Should I be jealous?"

She giggles. "No. This just so happens to be the dirtiest thing I've ever done."

"Dirtier than the time I fucked you out on the trails and that hiking group was coming up on us... almost caught us...?"

Reader moans as he slips two fingers into her cunt. "Almost..."

Demetri's cock twitches in her hands at the story, hja mind racing with ideas of what that must have been like. How often do they fuck when they say they're going hiking? When was this time they were almost caught? What position were they in? Did they have to keep themselves quiet for long? How were they not caught?

"I think Dem likes it," Reader giggles as she handles his throbbing cock. She uses both hands to pump his shaft. "Go ahead, Dem. You can come. It'll help me out later, I promise."

Hawk chuckles. He starts to scissor his fingers in Reader's cunt and continues his verbal teasing. "It would have been so easy for someone to catch us. All they would have had to do was walk off the trail and just a few yards away, I was fucking her brains out. She was on her hands and knees, tearing up dirt while I was balls deep in this warm, tight pussy. She was begging for me to fuck her harder, so I did and she gripped my cock like she was trying to suffocate it."

Demetri groans loudly as he comes hard. Big spurts of cum escape his cock and land on his bare stomach. He's the only one nude, his jeans and boxers on the floor and his ankles. His shirt is lost somewhere else he can't remember now. So he coats himself in large ropes of cum and as they slow down, it covers Reader's hands. She grins and slathers his load all over his cock, using it as lube for what's to come. She even rakes it off of his stomach to use, then licks what's left off of her hands.

"He tastes pretty good," she hums and looks at Hawk over her shoulder. "Wanna taste?"

"Sure." He smirks and bows his head, kissing her. She moaned as he shoves his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around hers. While he does that, he pulls up the front of her skirt to let Demetri see how he he finger fucks her.

It's wet and sloppy, his hand drenched in her arousal. It's slick and warm, running down her thighs and dripping onto the couch. Then he adds a third finger and she has to pull out of the kiss to moan, settling her lustful eyes on Demetri as her hips jut out and change the angle of Hawk's trusts.

"Fuck, right there," she moans, resting her head back on his chest. He repeatedly hits her g-spot and makes her whine loudly. "Oh god, I'm gonna come!"

Her hips thrust forward into his hand as she climbs up to the point of no return. She falls into bliss and let's it consumer her as she comes all over Hawk's fingers. It's forceful and his fingers get pushed out of her and she squirts hot liquid all over the couch cushions. It's by far the hottest thing Demetri has ever seen.

Hawk holds Reader by the hips, keeping her upright as she rides the wave of her orgasm. When she starts to come down from the high, she leans back against him, almost limp. He presses his hard on against her ass, Maki g sure she knows how much she turns him on. He kisses her cheek and chuckles from his chest, a deep rumble. It sends shivers down her spine before he even whispers in her ear. "You're not done yet, baby. You gotta take Dem's virginity, reammeber?"

Demetri fidgets at the mention of why he's there to begin with. This was never how he invisioned his first time with anyone, but now in his early adulthood, he's ready to just get it over with. Rip the bandaid off so he won't worry about it later, but as he sits before his best friend and his girlfriend, he asks himself why he agreed to this. It's absolutely absurd, should be impossible, and yet, here he is.

Reader nods and takes a moment for herself before crawling over to Demetri. She climbs onto him and rests on his lap, her pussy against his still hard, cum covered cock. She anchors herself by holding onto his shoulders and he's left to look up at her flustered face, plush and swollen lips, and half lidded, post orgasm, sexy eyes.

"You still wanna do this?" she asks sweetly.

He nods and she smiles at him before she begins rubbing her pussy along his shaft. The vein along his cock pulses at the stimulation and he feels the hazy fog encroaching once again. He moans as he watches her cunt glide along his cock, cum collecting on her lips and making a bigger mess.

"Grab her hips, hold them tight. Grip them hard when she makes you feel good, she loves knowing she's doing a good job," Hawk instructs him, sitting beside his best friend and undoing his pants. He relaxes against the cushions as he pulls his own cock out, tip red and angry as it leaks a little bit of pre. "Praise her. Make sure you tell her how good it feels to have her fat cunt wrapped around your dick."

Demetri swallows hard and nods. Finally finding hiswords, he says a small, "okay." He does his best to not look at Hawk's cock, but fails almost immediately as his friend groans deeply as he slowly pumps himself.

He grabs onto Reader's hips as he was told to do and gives them a small test squeeze. She moans as he presses his fingers into her tender flesh. He looks up at her, heart hammering in his chest, which only quickens when he sees the sinful pleasure on her face.

Reader lifts her hips once she's had her fun making his slick with her own arousal, then reaches down to position his tip to her entrance. She rubs the knobby head over her opening, then lowers herself down on it until it pops it. She lets out a long moan as it settles just inside her and her walls clench around it. Then she sighs and sinks lower and lower and lower until her ass meets his thighs.

She sits there for a moment, still as his heavy cock sits inside her, pressing against her most inner depths. Her fingertips are digging into his shoulders, but he doesn't even care, marveling in the way she took all of him in one go.

Reader looks at Hawk with a playful smile. "Thank you for prepping me. That would have been hard otherwise."

Hawk smirked, still jerking his cock slowly. "Of course, baby. I wouldn't want you to have a hard time." He stops everything and leans over, pressing a longing kiss to her lips. She smiles against his lips, but gasps loudly as he tears her shirt open. It tears easily and her tits fall out of the ruined fabric. "That's much better."

He looks at Demetri. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Demetri nods slowly, distracted by the perfect, fat tits in his face. Then his head title back as Reader begins swiveling her hips on top of his. He squeezes her hips and she smiles. He feels so good inside of her, their hips digging into each other as she tries to force him deeper into her cunt. The tip of his dick nudges her cervix and she gasps.

"Oh fuck!" she lets out. Her head tilts back and she exposes her neck to him him, Demetri following the line of her jugular down to her collarbones down to her fat tits. "Need more of that..."

He doesn't know what she's talking about, but she distracts him once she starts lifting herself up.

His eyes fall to her cunt as it leaves his cock glistening in her wetness. Then she drops herself down on him hard and he groans loudly, shoving his fingers into her hips. She does that again and again and again, creating a chorus of loud, needy moans along with his borderline delirious and lustful groans. He feels the head of his cock battering her poor cervix and he things she knows she was talking about a moment ago, but his mind is too hazy again to really think.

Hawk bites his lips as he watches his girlfriend fuck his best friend into oblivion, knowing how good it feels when she drops her weight down on his lap. He jerks his cock harder now, keeping his eyes on Reader as her cunt greedily swallows up Demetri's large cock. He listens to the lewd noise being made by the two, how hot it is that she's moaning on another man's cock.

Well, not just any other guy.

His best friend.

He was so happy she was willing to do this. After all, it's about time Demetri said goodbye to his v-card. He's tired of listening to him bitch and moan about it every time sex comes up in conversation. Hawk was done with listening to Demetri talk about what he thought it would feel like, so he'd share his pretty girlfriend for the night to give him that knowledge. Hopefully he'll go out and find a pretty girl of his own to put it to good use later.

Or not.

Hawk smirks as he sees Demetri sneak a glance as his cock and he swipes the bead of pre cum off the tip as he's looking. He quickly looks away and Hawk is left to wonder just what he's thinking about when he looking his way, oblivious to the fact that he's been caught...

#demetri alexopoulos smut #demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos headcanons #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri alexopoulos #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz smut #eli moskowitz #cobra kai smut thought #cobra kai smut #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei