#anyway hi I am slowly gathering writing energy lmao

[burnedself]

Doctor who should have more musical episodes I think

[overthere-in-neverland]

Hey i was wondering if you could do one where the readers band is on tour with all time low and at night she sings herself to sleep and jack listens to her and starts developing a crush on her? You can change it up a bit so it doesn’t suck but thanks :)

AN Hey guys! Sorry it’s been three years since I’ve posted lmao. I think I’m slowly coming back to these. For one thing I’m at my job, and I work graveyard so I’m bored as hell. For another, I really miss creative writing. I’ll update you on my life if you want next time I visit this, but other than that, hello! I won’t be updating the halloween imagines for the time being, especially since I’m trying to come back to this. I know I had one  (1) request to update the side blog fanfics I had going on, but as for now, I’m going to try to do it one at a time. @ my motivation? Where r u (and im so sorry i cannot sleep i cannot dream tonighttttt) Anyways! Also I just realized that it was Creeper who were atl’s opening band on the european mainland tour for lyr and now im emo all over again. The text conversation is in the story already, I just felt the need to make it for you lol

Your POV

I knew we were going on tour with All Time Low. Our manager knew we were going on tour with All Time Low. My bandmates knew we were going on tour with All Time Low. We all were well aware, and now the fans were too. But holy shit, is it surreal. Starting from nothing, playing a max of ten people, then going to 1,000 cap rooms, oh my god is it fucking incredible. Not to mention All Time Low have been my heroes for as long as I can remember.

I’m in a pop punk band, and I play the bass. I’m not quite a singer, but I can do back up. I have three other bandmates. One sings, her name is Maria, one plays guitar, that’s Drew. And we have Allison on drums. Altogether we’re pretty badass.

I had heard in the industry that Jack was a bit of a flirt. Having Drew in our band, we didn’t think much of it. Granted, Maria was engaged, and Allison’s gay, so it’s not like either of them were available. But I knew of Jack’s wiles, so I knew to stay on my toes. We were touring in Europe around the mainland for Last young Renegade, All Time Low’s new album, and it was my band’s first time being in Europe, so we were stoked. We were up at like 8 am, exploring around the city. Though trying to fall asleep is critical, especially jet-lagged. I don’t know about most things, but what I do know is anytime I go anywhere, even if it’s in the same time zone, I’m always jet-lagged. Maybe I’m just always tired?

So we arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark, the first stop on our European tour, and we meet the guys at their bus, and I’m a little star struck. Alex Gaskarth and his iconic hair. I’m not saying I’m in the fandom, but Alex’s brown hair is nothing short of iconic. Especially when it’s longer. Huge throwback to Timebomb era, and hooo boy. That was an era to be alive. Alex was wiping down the table in his bus, muttering about these “good for nothing men, who can’t even pick up after themselves.” Jack is behind him opening the fridge, then opening the cupboards, then opening the fridge, then opening the pantry, I smiled a bit at that. Zack and Rian weren’t anywhere to be found, at least from what I could see, staring down the bus’s hallway. We were to be dragging behind them in our small little van pulling a trailer. Drew coughed, and Alex looked up. “Guys!” he smiled, throwing away his wipe. “You’re here!”

Jack looked over from his rampant searching of food and smiled at us as well. I felt my face grow hot, but tried to brush it off like I was alright. I kicked my other food and looked down at the ground to try and forget I existed for a bit. I noticed Maria smiling at me, probably knowing exactly what was going on. She knew that Jack has always been a celebrity crush of mine since 2008. “What’s up,” he said to us, nodding in our direction.

“We’re in GutterPunk,” Drew responded, usually taking initiative. “Nice to meet you guys. We’ll be on tour with you throughout the mainland.”

“Sweet!” Alex smiled, and came over to us, probably intending to shake our hands. “What’ll you be riding around?”

“We kind of don’t really know yet? We have to go pick up the rental van and trailer soon. We just wanted to meet you guys.”

“Well I’m Alex,” he said gesturing to himself. “And that fiend over there is Jack.” Jack paused from his cupboard raid and waved, then went back to it. “Hope to enjoy your guys’ music and energy out there.”

“Stoked, dude.” Drew shook his hand, and turned to walk away, out of the bus. We were all standing in his way. So he had nowhere to go.

“I’ve been a fan since middle school!” Allison told him, also shaking his hand. “Y/N and I have always dreamed of touring with you guys. It’s been a dream, really. You’re a huge inspiration! At least half of it. Tre Cool has always been my biggest, but don’t sweat it. He’s a fucking god on drums.”

“Here here!” came a voice in the back.

“That’s Rian,” Alex chuckled. “He always makes himself known at any mention of Green Day.”

I thought I had seen Jack peak over at us when Allison mentioned my name, but then again, it was all happening so fast, I didn’t have any idea as to what was going on. I tucked my hair behind my ears and introduced myself to Alex. We talked a bit before we had to go to the rental agency and get our modes of transportation. It was to be about a month in the van with these guys, tightly packed. Thank god we weren’t a ska band.

After a couple days on tour in Europe, I was getting my bearings. I started to get a feel of how it would be like throughout the month. It was a show every night for a couple days, then we’d have one or two days off. Our van broke down the fifth day, and we were ready to call it quits, me being on the verge of tears, and Allison kicking the wheel of our shitty van rental. Alex graciously offered to let us stay in their bus, but we all refused, trying desperately to figure out another way to travel. He insisted.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Maria asked him as we gathered our stuff in their bus

“Oh, it’s fine!” Alex waved us off. “You’ll just stay with us. It’s not fair that we get this huge ass bus for four of us and you guys all have to share that tiny van. Make sure you get your money back though, because that’s bullshit. Jesus Christ, man. I told Fueled that we should’ve just shared a tour bus but they’re all about ‘separating bands’ or whatever. Why we ever signed to this record label I’ll never know.”

“It was your idea,” Zack chimed in. We all laughed. “Well it was! After going to Hopeless, twice, Alex wanted to branch out. Which we all agreed to anyway. It was funny though, because he complained about it every chance he got.”

“I’m well aware of that. But Fueled by Ramen seems to forget that we were once small too! Power to the little people!”

We all laughed again and gathered in their bus to prepare for the next night which was to be a day off. I was nervous, because this meant that Jack would be just down the hall, if you can even call it that, from me. It reached 1 am that night after the show, and we had all gathered in our beds to try and sleep so we could get out and do fun things around France.

I always used to sing myself to sleep to calm my nerves, and after about an hour of tossing and turning, it seemed like that was my only option if I wanted to sleep. I started off by humming softly, in case I would wake anyone up. After about ten minutes of that, and no sounds of stirs happened, I sang quietly. First was Lullabies, which is my go to song to sing when I need to sleep. Something about the line “Sing me to sleep, I’ll see you in my dreams” makes me feel at peace. After I finished with that, I heard the quiet patter of feet. I stopped for a bit, to wait to see if it came again, and when it didn’t I started again. Snuff by Slipknot is another one that calms me down, and I sang that, but right at the bridge I heard the patter again. I drew back the curtain, and saw Jack standing there. He looked scared to see me notice him, and promptly turned back towards his bed, and didn’t look back at me.

I frowned but pulled the covers up. I guess he doesn’t actually want to get to know me. I closed my eyes to try for the.. Was it the fourth time? Third time? I lost count. But I tried once more to sleep. Then I heard the pang next to me of a text message.

I promise I wasn’t trying to listen to you sing.

It was from Jack. We had all exchanged numbers at the beginning of the tour. My thumbs danced over my screen as I thought of what to say.

Don’t worry about it

I just heard it and then i couldn’t stop

It’s fine, jack. Really

Your voice is really pretty tho Can we talk tomorrow? I have something I need to tell you

What could he possibly need to tell me? I was freaking out. And now I can’t sleep even more. Fuck. This was going to be a long night.

I mean I’m awake right now

I can’t really say it right now

Well, what the fuck does that mean? I sigh and then turn around and face the wall. The bus was moving, but I felt like my stomach was moving ten thousand times faster. Him talking to me like this is the first real conversation he’s had with me. Most of the time he avoids me. Whatever it is, I guess I can wait. I prepared for a long sleepless night after that.

When I woke up, everyone was bustling about, getting ready for the day off. “Jack! Y/N!” Rian called down to us. I guess neither of us had gotten up. “We’re going out to breakfast!”

I moaned in recognition, and heard nothing from Jack, so I assumed he had gone with them. I threw my covers off and went straight to the bathroom. When I got out, I saw a tall lanky man with bed head staring at me.

“Uh. Hello.” I said stupidly.

“Hey, uh. About last night.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to say anything. I get it. I’m a backup singer for a reason.”

“No that’s not it! Um.” He stopped talking to look down at his feet. “Look. I know this is weird. Especially since I hardly know you. But, I’ve actually been following your band for a while. And dude, you’re like insanely hot. And then I find out you’re a good person too? Last night, hearing your singing it made me realize.. Fuck, this is so stupid. It made me realize I’m in love with you.” With the last uttering of  those words, he looked up at me. “Sorry.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I raised my eyebrows, completely awestruck. Jack Barakat, the celebrity crush of my teen years was telling me he was in love with me? When it looked like he in fact, was not kidding, I immediately blushed and looked away. “Dude. I’ve been in love with you since I was like 14.”

A smile lit up his face as he started talking really fast, rambling. “Oh my god! Really? Holy shit okay, so like we can go get breakfast with the others, or we can go get breakfast by ourselves, we could walk down the Seine, we are in France after all. Holy fu-”

I started laughing, but grabbed his hand with mine, since he was waving it all around. “Slow down there, I can barely keep up. Let’s go get breakfast first, and talk this out. You’ve basically been avoiding me since I got here.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t really know how to strike up a conversation.”

I chuckled. “This is weird, huh?”

“So weird.” He nodded in agreement. I realized I was still holding his hand, but I didn’t let go. Instead we walked off the bus, headed towards the cafe for breakfast. My heart was in my throat but this felt right. After the initial break of the ice, he wouldn’t shut up, but I loved hearing his voice. He could talk for hours on end if he really wanted to.

[uruhabuns]

Sensuous (Epilogue)

A/N: So I guess this is the end of Sensuous ;___; tbh!! At first, this series was just an idea I had and wanted to write (even though no one asked lmao) bc it was the beginning of my summer holidays, and ya girl (and all u closet fantasy hoes) needed some form of relief as soon as Jilleoseo was released HAHA. I wasn’t expecting this series to get so much love!! Tbh, I was so surprised when I got messages from people telling me they were excited for the next chapters :’) Thank you to all you guys who have read and supported this, those who have stuck with me from the very beginning and waited so patiently for the last leg of the series!! I’ve enjoyed every moment of writing this series, and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading :’)

PS: Inseong said their next comeback will be even more sexy...what am I gonna do then......rip my poor cooch

Pairing: girl reader x sf9 members

Word Count: ~1.5k

No warnings!!

Prologue / Part 1 (Youngbin) / Part 2 (Inseong) / Part 3 (Jaeyoon) / Part 4 (Dawon) / Part 5 (Zuho) / Part 6 (Rowoon) / Part 7 (Taeyang) / Part 8 (Hwiyoung) / Epilogue

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“Shit!”

You woke up to the burning sensation between your legs, and joints in your upper body. You didn’t know if you were able to get out of bed at this rate.

You then pat your hands over your body; your clothes were on.

Okay.

No one tried to fuck you…yet.

The exhaustion and abuse of your body to its limit had finally caught up with you. Just how the hell did you managed to get fucked by not one, but eight gorgeous men in one week? Was it planned? If so, why did they plan it so suddenly? Something seemed suspicious. Throughout your two years of knowing the group, none of them seemed like they wanted to touch you inappropriately.

However, you could remember each time with each member. You could remember how they made you feel in their own unique ways, how they hit every inch inside you, how they hit your spot at different speeds and angles, how they managed to leave your body completely used and fucked almost unconscious each time, and how all of them managed to make you cum until you were numb…each member was so different, from their sizes to their thrusting strength, yet the same in that each of them gave you so much pleasure. They literally broke you into pieces. Even just the memories themselves were enough to make you want more. Throughout the two years, you didn’t realise that you had this desire until they sparked it. Or maybe you did always want them to fuck you, but you just shoved those thoughts into a dark corner of your mind. Either way, they stimulated your body to places you have never been, so now you knew you didn’t want anyone else to handle you.

Your muscles felt like they had contracted overnight, and refused to adapt to your movements, so your limbs felt like they were stretched so far each time you moved. You didn’t know how you were going to go home in this condition, or how you were going to walk normally when your parents were around, or how you could hide the purple marks on your neck. If they found out you had slept with your best friend and seven of his group mates, you would get kicked out for sure.

“Fuck…” you hissed, struggling to heave yourself up from Dawon’s bed with your elbows. You bit onto your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any noises. The burning pain and soreness between your legs felt like it became worse with every degree you lifted yourself at. You guessed that’s what you had paid for in return for the most mind-blowing sex from eight guys in a week. You wanted to stay in bed all day and not move so at least you could walk properly, but you had to go home. You didn’t want to leave. Not after what happened in the past week, anyway.

“Need some help, baby girl?”

Your eyes shot open wide at the words, and you looked up to see the owner of the familiar voice.

“Y-Youngbin…” you managed to whisper.

The older male only smirked and held his hand out. You blinked before you took it with hesitation. He wasn’t going to fuck you again…right?

Upon observing your reaction, let out a soft chuckle. He gently held your hand, and slowly pulled your arm to help you sit up. You then carefully managed to slide out of the bed with his hand still in yours.

“I-I think I’m okay,” you squeaked before letting go of Youngbin’s hand to painfully limp your way out the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with Inseong gazing at you, biting his lower lip with a small smirk. His arms were crossed while his back leaned against the wall.

“Do you need some ice to help with that pain, baby girl?” he asked, slightly smugly. Shit. Your eyes widened as a frightened whimper left your lips. You turned the other way to walk somewhere away from him.

No, no, no…this can’t be happening…you thought to yourself. You then reached the bathroom to see Jaeyoon patting his face with his face towel. Upon seeing him, you rushed up to him, and wrapped your arms around his torso in the hopes that he wasn’t going to tease you like the two eldest members. “Oppa, help!”

Jaeyoon jumped slightly in surprise before turning around to see you. A small smirk formed on his plush lips at the sight of you. “You’re up early, baby,” he said as he pet your hair. Your eyes widened once more. He then leaned down to your ear to whisper, “You ready for another round?”

You immediately let go of your grip and began to step back from him. Sure, sex with him was the most amazing thing you had ever felt, but even if you really wanted to, you just couldn’t go for a second round. It was way too risky. “U-uh…I…gotta go.”

You quickly walked off without taking another glance at Jaeyoon. What the hell was up with these guys this morning? They seemed normal and treated you as they normally would (even after fucking you) during the other days.

You were too busy rummaging through your thoughts when you collided face first into someone’s broad back, letting out a yelp in the process.

The ash-blond male turned around to quickly grasp your wrist before you fell backwards. He then pulled you up to his chest, and held you close. The proximity between the two of you, the feeling of his hard muscles against your body, and his pet name for you made your heart feel like it stopped.

“So what’s it gonna be, princess?” Dawon asked smugly. “Am I gonna have to buy a new outfit for you, or will you use the same one?”

You only let out another squeak as you pushed yourself off him and out of his grip before walking off to the direction of the second bathroom as quickly as the pain would limit you. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell is happening?!

You suddenly stopped in your tracks as you felt a hand gently cup your chin. You gasped, looking up at the owner of the hand, widening your eyes as you saw the familiar blueberry hair.

“Did you sleep well, ______? Daddy’s missed you.”

“No!” you yelped. That deep voice can’t turn you on again. You simply can’t give in to your lust right now. You immediately turned back to escape, but you were met with—

“With all that running, I think you’ll need that leash again, kitten.”

Your eyes were wide as you shook your head violently at the tall male, who only had a knowing smirk on his lips. You then dashed to the kitchen to hopefully find someone to protect you, but—

“So when are you gonna put on another show for me, baby girl? Shall I join you next time?” Taeyang said smugly as he was sitting on the counter.

“Fuck!” you hissed in surprise. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your mouth. You finally saw the pattern. Oh god. These boys planned this all along. When? Why? How?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a deep voice from behind you, making you freeze on the spot.

“If you still have that much energy even after I fucked your brains out just yesterday, we should go for another round. How’s that sound?”

You swallowed the burning lump forming in your throat. Taeyang only smirked and slid off the counter to walk past you. You then turned around slowly to see the boys gathered on the couches or on the floor in front them, staring at you as if they were ready to seduce you all over again.

Only then, when you faced the group, did you realise how many eight people really were. Only then did you realise that you had that many dicks inside you and ramming into your body. Some of them fucked you raw. Some of them had choked you. Some of them used your body to its limit. But the one thing they all had in common was that they all fucked you so well that you couldn’t walk properly the next day.

You let out a whine, dropping to your knees, then dropping to a sitting position with your legs positioned out to both sides of your body. What were you going to do after this? Will this just be a one-off thing and they would never fuck you again? Will your relationship with the boys change after this?

“But the real question is, ______,” Juho began, his chin resting on his knuckles as stared deeply into your eyes with his piercing gaze.

You swallowed another gulp. That spark of desire in your stomach had ignited once more. You felt your mouth starting to water again.

“What are you into?”