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into the sea of waking dreams ( jolly karlsson x matt dierkes )
pairing: jolly karlsson x matt dierkes cw: 18+ MDNI â ïž friends to lovers, mentions of animal injuries, discussions of a breakup, mutual pining, a little bit of angst, a healthy dose of fluff, making out, hand jobs, little bit of choking. word count: 3.3k author's note: i got coerced (affectionately) into this one! bless friends who plant brain worms. title comes from sarah mclachlan's "possession", divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics âš
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Maybe it's crazy, but when Matt tells Jolly that he and his girlfriend split, Jolly offers to come out there. Matt tells him he doesn't have to, but he can hear it in his voice. He's lonely. So Jolly tells him he misses the dogs and he'll take up residence in Matt's guest room for the foreseeable future during the band's break. Itâs not like heâs doing much else at the moment, and he senses that the break up and the touring hiatus were taking its toll on him. Jolly shoots down every plausible argument about him wasting his break hanging out there, packs up his car and puts the new address into his GPS. Itâs a bit of a drive, but he makes it there just before dark.
The pictures that Matt sent them all once he moved didnât do the house justice. It sits on a few acres of land surrounded by trees, with a huge fenced in yard and whatâs probably too much house for just one person and two dogs. He gets the appeal of it though, and it does hurt a little bit to look at this place and know that the person Matt intended to live here with didnât stick around. He has to shake the thoughts from his mind before he parks the car in Mattâs driveway.
Heâs barely out of the car before he hears the front door open and the dogs come running out. Boo is bouncing around his feet, and Zeus immediately jumps up to lick him to death. It takes him a minute to realize thereâs a third dog who is just as excited to meet him. A little smaller than Zeus, sheâs got long reddish brown fur and sheâs immediately affectionate with him, pushing Zeus out of the way to get attention.
âThatâs Aggie,â Mattâs voice comes from the front porch, and Jolly looks up to see him lingering there, hands shoved in the pocket of his hoodie as he leans against the railing. His mouth curves up in a smile at the sight of him crouched down on the ground with the dogs. âSheâs new.â
Jolly wants to ask if he got her before or after the break up, but he doesnât. Instead he meets Matt at the bottom of the stairs and pulls him into a hug. It seems to be just the thing he needs, the way that he clings to Jolly for a few minutes.
âYou didnât have to come,â Matt says finally.
âYeah, I really did,â Jolly hooks his arm around his shoulders, leading him up the steps. âShow me around this place.â
Even though Matt insists there isnât much to show him around for, he still gives him a tour; there are three bedrooms and two bathrooms, a spacious living room and open kitchen and dining room. Thereâs a basement where he keeps all of his equipment, and heâs soundproofed everything even though itâs just him and there arenât any neighbors for a few miles. The best part is how proud he is of the place despite his protests about how itâs just a house, itâs something heâs wanted for a while. Jolly was glad he was able to have it. They go back outside, gathering up Jollyâs stuff to bring into the guest room. He sends a group text to Noah and the Nicks, letting him know he made it there safe before he demands that Matt feed him.
While they cook, because Jolly canât not participate, Matt tells him how Aggie came to be with him. He found her wandering alone on the road on the way to the store one night. After asking the closest neighbor if they were missing a dog, he took her to the vet, just to see if she was chipped. She wasnât, and after a week of trying to find her owners, he decided if someone was gonna abandon her she belonged with him anyway. Jolly couldnât even be surprised, he was sure if Matt could heâd fill the place with animals.
âWell?â Matt asks later that night once Jollyâs settled in and theyâre sitting out on the back porch, watching the dogs run around the lit up back yard to tire themselves out. âArenât you going to ask me what went wrong?â
Jolly takes a drink of his beer, looking over at him. âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âI didnât come here to interrogate you about how your relationship ended, I came here because you needed someone.â
Matt smirks a little, picking at the label of his bottle. âYou think youâre gonna be my shoulder to cry on? Or something else?â
Thereâs an innuendo there that Jolly doesnât miss, and maybe he should be surprised that Mattâs bringing that up. Itâs been years since the two of them hooked up, and he doesnât really know how to tell him that he didnât come here for that without making it sound like a rejection. Thatâs probably the last thing Matt needs right now. And yeah, he wouldnât say no if he asked outright. Heâs not going to tell him that right now either.
 âI thinkâŠthat Iâm gonna crash for the night. You still wanna show me those trails tomorrow?â
âYeah.â Matt nods. He looks like he wants to say something else, but changes his mind. âGood night.â
Jolly decides to retreat to the guest room.Â
He wakes up with Aggie curled up beside him. He wasnât sure when sheâd come in, but he thought heâd seen Matt peeking in at one point as if heâd been looking for her. She makes him miss Harper, and he grabs his phone and snaps a picture to send along in the group chat. Folio demands that he kidnap her and bring her to him immediately.
It takes a little bit for him to drag himself out of the bed and down the hall to the kitchen. He doesnât see Matt, but heâs guessing heâs still somewhere in the house. After making himself a cup of coffee, Jolly thinks to check the basement. Of course heâs there, headphones firmly over his ears as he messes with one of his many projects. Instead of sneaking up on him and scaring the hell out of him, Jolly just taps the light on and off really quick to get his attention.
âSorry, if youâre busy I can entertain myself for a little while?â
Matt takes off his headphones. âNah, itâs fine. I spend too much time down here as it is. Did you wanna get breakfast before we wander off into the woods?â
Itâs not so much wandering off into the woods as there are clearly worn down paths that run around the length of Mattâs place, out onto the main road, and back to a neighboring tree farm. Matt lets the dogs zip around between the trees, Boo trying his best to keep up with the bigger two. Jolly can tell that something is bothering Matt, but he doesnât say anything. He just waits him out because he knows thatâs how it works with him. The night before, when heâd asked Jolly why he didnât ask about the breakup yet, he knew it was because he wanted him to push. Not because it would make him talk, but because then it would be an argument and heâd be distracted from it.
âI thought this is what she wanted,â Matt says at one point, and Jolly stops walking to look at him. âWeâd always talked about it, you know? When I was around to be bothered with it. You know this is what I always wanted at least. Big house, lots of animals, someone else here with me. But that last tour, it was probably her final straw.â
âShe knew what touring was like for youââ
âWe saw each other six times on the last stretch, Joll. And do you know what I did when she said she didnât see me enough? I offered to find her a job on the next tour.â
To some, that might seem like a good idea, but Jolly knew it wasnât. He knew what it probably took for Matt to ask that of her, and how he probably didnât even realize it until after he asked how it wouldnât have worked anyway.
âShe never would have asked me to give up anything, but I just expected her to drop her life and follow me around on tour? It just kinda snowballed from there, but I deserved that.â
âYou deserve to be happy, Matt.â Jolly tells him.
âBut I am happyâŠhere, with the band out on the road. I thought I was happy with her but maybe we were both just faking it really well in the end.â
Jolly wants to hug him, so he does. Matt seems grateful for it, even though he wonât say. He doesnât even argue when Jolly kisses him on the forehead before giving him a gentle shove towards the path that leads back to his house.
âSo, are you gonna tell me why you really dropped everything just to come out here and hang out with me? Or are you just gonna pretend itâs all for my benefit?â
Itâs not like Jolly had huge plans for their break, he was doing what everyone else was doing; resting, catching up on sleep and with friends and with family. Slowly losing his mind a little without his guitar in front of him constantly. He didnât think they needed to make a big deal about it, but obviously Matt was waiting for an answer. âWhen you called me, you soundedâŠlonely.â
Matt stops walking, turns around and looks at him. âWhat about you, Jolly? Were you lonely too?â
He hadnât really thought about it like that. Maybe he had been. When they were on the road, there was always something to do, always someone needing his time and attention for something. But maybe this is what he needs right now. Hiding out in the middle of nowhere with Matt for a while.
âFuck, sorry, that came out all wrong. Iâm glad youâreââ
The dogs race by them, giving Jolly a much needed distraction. He brushes past Matt, heading back up the trail. He can feel Mattâs eyes burning into his back, and he realizes that he probably gave him his answer without saying anything at all.Â
Opie and Mack show up after Jollyâs been there two weeks. Matt says heâs going to the store, and comes back with two cats sharing a carrier. Opie was an all black Maine Coon with one eye, and Mack was a smaller short haired Tuxedo that immediately glued himself to Boo. Jollyâs already used to Aggie becoming his shadow since he arrived, but the addition of the cats seems to lighten something in Matt. Especially Opie, who had a rough life before he ended up in the shelter, only to be adopted out and come back injured and untrustworthy of people. But he seemed to adore Matt, who tended to end up at the shelter when he was really supposed to be at the store.
He keeps waiting for Matt to ask him when heâs leaving, for him to hint that he might want time to himself. But it doesnât happen. By the time theyâre pushing a month of Jolly being there itâs justâŠnormal. He never says anything about Jolly having more of his stuff sent down, no one asks when heâs coming back. Somehow, he and Matt have fallen into this sort of routine that is endearingly domestic and he loves it.
Itâs late one night when Matt knocks on Jollyâs bedroom door. He tells him to come in, still half paying attention to his book. He doesnât even really look up, not until Mattâs crawling over top of him on the bed, pulling the book out of his hand and putting it aside. Before Jolly can ask what heâs doing, Mattâs mouth is sliding over his. Itâs a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and then Jolly's pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, until Matt's tongue finds his. His arms wrap around him, tugging so they're flush together, nipping at Matt's bottom lip until a moan finally escapes him. He slides a hand the hem of Matt's shirt, thumb sliding over the warm skin just above the waistband of his shorts. Matt makes a soft noise into his mouth, grinding down onto him.
Just as quickly as itâs started, itâs over. Matt pulls away, breathing heavily as he backs off the bed. He walks out the door without a word, and Jolly lays there, stunned, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Finally he gets up, going to track Matt down. He doesnât get to just do that and then run away without any kind of explanation. But when he looks all over the house, thereâs no one there but the animals. It hasnât been that long, he couldnât have gotten that far. Shoving his feet into his shoes, Jolly grabs his jacket and rushes outside.
Mattâs sitting out in the gazebo thatâs in the back corner of the yard, nothing but his silhouette visible. Jolly sits down beside him, not saying anything at first. But when Matt doesnât say anything, just sits there and stares at his hands, he canât keep his mouth shut.
âIf that was your idea of a joke, it was a really bad one.â
âI didnât mean for that to happen.â
âWhich part?â Jolly asks. âSticking your tongue down my throat or up and leaving the way you did?â
âThatâs notâyouâre not here for this. I shouldnât have done that.â
Jolly reaches over and grabs Matt by the chin, makes him look at him. âWhat part of me essentially moving in with you told you that I wasnât here for this?â
He doesnât let Matt pull away. He just waits, lets his words sink in. The realization is there in Mattâs eyes and eventually he just shakes his head a little.
âSoâŠyou were okay with all of that?â he asks with a little uncertainty in his voice.
âAll you had to do was ask me. Instead of doing a driveby.â
Matt laughs a little, âThatâs not what that was at all, just so you know.â
Jolly drags him into a kiss. He keeps it gentle, no rush. Itâs easy to fall into it and all he can think about is how good Mattâs mouth feels on his. Any tension that had been lingering in Matt when he sat down beside him seems to melt away beneath Jollyâs touch, but heâs trembling and his hands are cold when he reaches up to cup Jollyâs face.
âWhat are you doing out here without a coat, dummy?â Jolly finally asks against his mouth. âCâmon, letâs go back inside.â
He leads him into the house and back to his bedroom. Opieâs in his bed, and Matt sighs, picking him up and kissing him on top of his head before putting him down in the hallway and closing Jollyâs door. He turns around and immediately tugs off his shirt and sweats, crawling beneath the covers in just his boxers. He does it as if he does it all the time.Â
âWell, are you just gonna stand there and stare at me, or are you gonna come warm me up?â he asks.
Jolly shrugs off his jacket and tosses it aside before he takes off his own shirt and sweatpants. He gets beneath the covers beside him, before reaching up and turning off the reading lamp attached to the headboard. He's barely settled on the mattress before Matt's hands are on him. He presses his mouth to Jolly's collarbone, traces his tongue up his neck, sinks his teeth into a spot beneath Jolly's ear that makes him let out a moan. There will be a mark there come moreing. He groans and arches against Matt, pressing closer before he grabs him by the hips and tugs him on top.
Matt shifts back, reaching down to palm Jolly's cock through his underwear. It's not lost on him that he has absolutely no control over this situation and he's perfectly okay with that. Reaching up, he fists a hand in Matt's hair and pulls him down, kissing him again. He lets out a desperate sound against his mouth when his hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers and he starts stroking his cock. He's not even trying to drag this out, and Jolly gets his free hand into Matt's boxers to touch him too. It's messy and too fast. They're not even kissing anymore, just panting against each other's mouths and keeping each other as close as possible.
Jolly can feel his heartbeat thudding in his ears and he whines, squeezing his eyes shut. Mattâs hand feels so good on him, his other hand resting just so on Jollyâs throat. Not restricting his air enough to be a problem, but enough for him to feel it.
âIs this good?â Matt asks breathlessly.
Jolly wheezes out a disbelieving laugh that gets tangled up in a moan. âAre you kidding me?â
âJust checking,â Matt lets his tongue slide along Jollyâs bottom lip and smirks. âYouâre gonna come first right?â
âGod youâre still a bossy fuck in bed. Shut up and get me off...please.â
Matt leans down and sinks his teeth into Jollyâs shoulder, moving his fist faster. Somehow, the angle is still working for both of them, but Jollyâs the one who comes first, just like Matt thought he would. He strokes Jolly through it, and Jolly barely realizes when Matt comes all over his fist and his stomach.
âWeâre still good at that,â Matt murmurs into his chest, tipping his head up to look at him. âYeah?â
Jolly doesnât even have to think about it. âYeah.â
âHey Jolly?â Mattâs voice rings through the foyer as heâs coming into the house, and Jolly pokes his head out of the kitchen where heâs been making dinner. âI need your help with something, like right now.â
When he comes out of the kitchen, he notices that Mattâs standing there funny, holding his arms around the front of his hoodie. For a brief, panicked second, he thinks he hurt himself outside. But then the front of his hoodie starts moving.
âOh my god, what have you done now?â
âI didnât do anything! I just found it, out by the wood pile, all alone,â Matt protests. âStop looking at me like that. I waited to see if its mother was around, but no one else was out there.â
âWhatââ he opens his hoodie, and Jolly blinks. Once, then again. âMatthew! Is thatâŠis that a goddamn racoon?â
âYeah!â Matt sounds a little giddy and a little panicked. The kit is just a little bit bigger than Mack, clinging to the front of his t-shirt. It doesnât seem frightened at all. âWe should keep it.â
âAre you kidding me? Of course youâre not. Okay, let me justâŠwrangle the other kids in the room and you take it in the ââ
âMarble. Her name is Marbleâ
âYou named her? How long have you been outside with her?âÂ
Matt leans up and gives him a sweet kiss before humming and walking towards the kitchen while Jolly hooks a hand beneath Aggieâs collar and leads her down the hall.It shouldnât surprise Jolly at all. Nothing should at this point. Not Matt finding a raccoon of all things outside, not the fact that theyâre clearly going to keep it. Not even the idea that he and Matt are serious with each other now is surprising. Soon, theyâll have to go back to the real world; touring, recording, all of that. But for now, they have this. And itâs not surprising at all.
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the bet 2 âą bad omens
pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader
words: 11.4k âą read part one here !
warnings: 18+, gang bang, voyeurism, fwb and lust, (penetration- pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!masturbating, male!receiving, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: princess, pretty girl, good girl, slight choking), masks, jealousy, you are the bet.
summary: It's time for a new game. who can make you back out first?
note: i mean, there is plot, but this is straight-up filth lmao, i hope you enjoy . I'm so honoured everyone enjoyed part 1 enough to warrant a second one- thank you for the love and patience <3
Disclaimer: This is fiction. This is not real, and I do not know the boys. It is all made up, and I am not implying the boys act the way they do in my stories, in real life, or would do the things in my stories. this is all just for fun! it is fiction!
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Looking over at Noah, he ran his fingers through the onyx strands with a nervous smile.
âA bet Noah? Really?â
He nodded, and then the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.
They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.
âSo who won?â You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment.
âDefinitely not fucking me,â Matt mumbled, annoyed.
âI donât think any of us did,â Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.
Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, âThen I bet I can make you do it all over again.â
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Twisting and turning in your bunk that night, you found yourself unable to sleep as thoughts of the boys consumed your mind.
You were nothing more than a pawn in their game- a bet to be wagered.
But did you care?
No, you didn't. That was the strange part that kept you turning in your sheets as your head filled with their laughs, moans, and promises. You were a toy they played with, sure. But you were a game they all wanted to win, a prize they all openly desired; and really, you wanted them too.
Silence filled the bus, the only sound being the soft snores from the bunks around you. It was late and everyone had retreated to their own space after the revelation of the bet. Their faces had been a comical mix of shock and embarrassment when you had boldly challenged them.
Noah's stunned expression, his eyes wide and dark in the dim light of the bus as he stared at you in disbelief. Ruffilo's mouth had formed a small 'o', while Jolly let out a low whistle, his laughter echoing around the confined space. Matt had merely glared at them all before storming off.
Sitting up in your bunk, you ran your hand through your hair, your mind recalling each touch and each moment you shared with them. Jollyâs rough hands against your chin, Folioâs soft lips on your own, Ruffiloâs gentle caresses that sent shivers down along your limbs- and Noahâs unyielding desire that left you panting and lusting for more.
And Matt⊠Matt hadn't had his turn yet.
Your eyes flickered towards his bunk through the crack of your curtain. The darkness of the bus made it hard to see, but you knew he was there.
The thought of what could be had your heart racing, and your skin tingling with anticipation. You could imagine his strong hands on you, the roughness of his voice whispering your name into the night.
His touch was a mystery, one that ignited your curiosity more than you'd care to admit.
The two of you have always been close, ever since you met and got the job with the crew in the first place. You always thought he was attractive, but never imagined pushing the friendship boundary.
Until now.
His anger and frustration from not being involved in the bet left you chewing on your lip, and shaking your head as you stared up at the ceiling. Was he as invested in you as the others?
With a racing mind again, circling thoughts of what could happen next consumed you; until you heard a string of soft moans from the bunk across from yours.
Startled, you turned your head, listening intently. A whistle of low and hushed pants rang through the hallway as if the person responsible was desperately trying to suppress them.
But there was no mistaking it; those soft moans belonged to Matt.
His name was a whisper in the otherwise silent bus, your heart pounding as you listened to the muffled sounds coming from his bunk. Imagining what he could be doing to himself in the dark left you breathless, your mind fantasizing about touching him- the thrusting of his hips into your hand.
A flush of heat spread through your body at the thought and, before you knew it, you had slipped out of your bunk towards his.
You hesitated for a moment, uncertainty creeping into your mind. But then another moan echoed in the silence, and any doubts evaporated.
Swallowing nervously, you took a deep breath and reached out to pull the curtain of his bunk back slightly. You squinted through the dark, noticing how Matt was lying on his back, one hand hidden under the blanket which moved in an obvious rhythm.
His eyes were squeezed shut, sweat glistening on his forehead in the dim light, while his other hand gripped the edge of his bunk tightly as if trying to anchor himself to reality.
Another moan escaped his lips, and it took every ounce of your self-control not to pounce on him right there. But you were not here to just satisfy your desires; you wanted Matt â needed him â to admit he wanted you too.
âMatt,â Your voice was a whisper, barely audible above the hushed moans escaping from his lips. His eyes shot open at the sound of your voice, surprise and panic quickly replacing the pleasure on his face.
"H-hey, can I help you with something?" He coughed, trying to sound nonchalant even though his voice was strained. He quickly sat up, nervously glancing at your eyes.
You bit your lip, considering your answer. You could turn away right now, pretend you heard nothing, and let it become a secret between the two of you.
But there was a thrill in taking risks, a thrill that made your pulse quicken as you looked at him lying there, clearly aroused.
âNo,â you replied, your voice steady even though your heart was hammering in your chest. âI just thought that maybe I could help you with something.â
His eyes grew wide for a split second before he swallowed hard, Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. The blondeâs hand stilled under the blanket as he studied your face, trying to determine whether you were serious or not.
Instead, his eyebrows arched at your response, a curious look flashing across his face that quickly turned into understanding.
He reached out to pull you down onto his bunk and you complied with a small smile, sliding in next to him. The heat from his body radiated against your skin, making you shiver with anticipation. His hands danced along the curve of your waist before settling on your hips, pulling you closer.
âYou sure?â He asked, his voice just as hushed as yours.
Mattâs ears rang with excitement. He had wanted anything crossing the boundary of friendship with you for the longest time. He had been in it for the long game- which was why it pissed him off that the boys made such a wager without him days ago.
As an answer, you reached out to touch the tent in his blanket, causing a soft gasp to leave his lips at the contact. You felt a rush of heady satisfaction at his sound, and you watched him directly as you nodded.
Your breath hitched at the feel of him hardened against your hand, catching a glimpse of his hooded eyes in the dim light, gaze burning with desire.
That's all it took for you to lose controlâthe sight of him looking at you that way, the feel of his hands greedily reaching down your waist to begin exploring your body.
In an instant, you were leaning down to kiss him, tasting the sweet desperation in his mouth as he returned your kiss with equal fervour.
His fingers entwined in your hair as the kiss deepened, eliciting a soft moan from your lips that he immediately swallowed.
Matt smiled into your mouth at your response, his touches becoming bolder as the hand on your waist squeezed down your thighs hungrily.
His hands were everywhereârunning back up your back as you reached for his erection, gliding the tips of your fingers along his skin before wrapping a hand around him, moving in soft strokes.
"You're playing with fire," Matt murmured, breath hot against your ear.
"Maybe I want to get burned," you replied, taking his lip between your teeth with a teasing tug. His heart pounded harder against his chest, matching the rhythm of yours. God, he had wanted this for so long. And you knew it.
All he could do was groan in response, his body trembling under your touch when your hand began to rotate up and down. His body reacted to every touch, every moan and sigh serving as a testament to the need that built inside him.
You quickened your pace, twisting your wrist with every tug of his cock, reeling at the way his body bucked beneath yours. His fingers were digging into the small of your back as he fought for control.
But you wanted more â more of his sounds, more of his touch, more of him.
Matt tugged at your clothes in a silent plea as you took your fingers into your mouth, lubricating them before pumping him once again.
âCan I touch you?â He whispered through staggered breaths, his lips parted in a desperate pant as his hips rocked into your hand.
âPlease,â you responded, shifting your body to lay flat beside him.
Matt watched with hooded eyes as he slipped his fingers between the waistband of your shorts, tugging at the thin fabric that held your desire.
His touch was surprisingly tender as he dipped his hand further, his large hand covering your entire arousal while his thumb brushed over the spot you needed most. An involuntary moan slipped through your lips, making him smile against your neck where he began placing soft but searing kisses.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he breathed against your skin, voice rough with need.
You let out a gasping chuckle at his compliment, a string of whispered words tumbling from your lips, "I could say the same about you." His fingers tightened their grip, a sigh of appreciation escaping him.
Running your thumb across the tip, you smeared his precum along his skin, causing his hips to buck up again.
âFuck,â he moaned as softly as he could, before sinking his fingers into your core, claiming you as his own with each curl of his knuckles.
A gasp escaped you as you pumped his body faster, allowing him to pleasure you, as you pleasured him.
âMatt,â you breathed out, fingers gripping his shirt for stability when he hit just the right spot.
He pressed harder against you, fingers moving in tantalizing circles that had you writhing beneath him. His name was choked out again and again as he brought you closer to the edge.
Everything was so intense, from his body against yours to the way he was working you with his hand. You could feel your climax building up inside of you and by the way his body tensed against yours; he was close too.
âFaster,â you gasped, pulling him closer with your free hand. His response was immediate, his fingers following your command while his other hand roamed up to cup your chest. The moan that escaped his lips was enough to tell you that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
Your movements became more erratic, your grip on his erection tightening as you felt your climax building. Mattâs fingers kept moving at a relentless pace, pushing and pulling, sending shockwaves of lust coursing through your body.
His eyes were locked onto yours, watching every change in your expression as he brought you to the edge.
With one last thrust of his fingers and a firm stroke from your hand, you both fell over the edge, cries of pleasure filling the small confines of the bunk. Warm ropes of his cum spilled onto his chest and your hand as he shook beneath you, your legs vibrating from his fingers.
He slipped out of you, causing a whimper to escape your lips, which he caught with his mouth. You combed your fingers through his hair with your free hand, pulling him closer with each breath.
âHoly⊠shitâŠâ He murmured against your skin, his husky voice filled with awe and satisfaction. You smiled softly, burying your face into his neck as you wrapped your arm around his waist. His heart pounded beneath your ear, matching the frantic beat of your own.
âItâs two in the goddamn morning,â You heard a bitter groan from across the bus.
You both froze, a moment that felt like an eternity, your hearts pounding in sync as your shared body heat radiated onto the threadbare sheets.
"Fuck off, Noah," Matt's voice was muffled against your hair, his designated place of refuge, âand go back to sleep.â
Noah was fuming from his bunk. He knew this was what he signed up for when he agreed to take part in the bet- but what if it was more than that?
How could he feel so angry at the thought of Matt making you cum, just as he did that afternoon?
Noah's frustration took shape in the form of a pillow being hurled in the direction of Matt's bunk, followed by a string of muttered curses that were swallowed by the hum of the bus engine. Noah rolled over, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to push away the images that had been imprinted onto his mind.
He tossed and turned on the thin mattress, huffing out a sigh. His mind went back to the look in your eyes when it was his fingers that had you writhing, your soft gasps echoing in his ears throughout the theatre.
And now, with the sounds of Mattâs husky voice whispering praises into your skin still lingering in the air, Noah felt betrayed.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bunk, Noah ran a hand through his messy hair as a surge of jealousy washed through him. His blood boiled as frustration clawed at him.
He decided, then and there, that he wouldn't let anyone win this bet easily.
If it was even a bet anymore.
He glanced over at Jolly's bunk then, an idea forming in his mind. Jolly had always been one who loved chaos- and Noah knew that this was just the kind of chaos Jolly would love to be a part of.
The brunette slipped out from his bunk and made his way over to where Jolly was sleeping, the snores from Ruffilo's and Folio's bunks providing a faint symphony of noise.
He shook Jolly awake, who mumbled a disgruntled curse before cracking an eye open. With a finger to his lips to keep him quiet, the guitarist slowly got up while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Noah told him about his idea and Jolly listened, the spark in his eyes growing brighter with every word. A grin spread on his face as he realized what Noah was proposing.
It was risky, but the thrill that came with it was irresistible.
"I'm in," He whispered back, his voice barely audible over the muffled hum of the bus engine, "I'll get the boys on board too."
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The bus arrived at the venue around 9 am, giving everyone an early start to the day. The first show back after the much-needed break was tonight, and tensions were high as you walked into the living room of the bus.
The first thing you noticed was the asymmetrical line of grins painted on their faces â Jolly, Ruffilo and Folio sat huddled in a corner of the bus, whispering in hushed tones. Noah lounged across from them, eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge as he raked his fingers through his hair.
Something was off, but you couldnât put a finger on what exactly it was.
âMorning,â you greeted everyone casually, trying to ignore their behaviour. Each of them glanced at you, and their grins only widened as they chorused back a âGood morningâ that sounded far too innocent to believe.
With a yawn you shook your head, sitting on the couch and eyes trailed to the singer sitting across from you, nervously darting away when you caught his stare.
âHowâd you sleep?â
The accusative tone lingering behind his words made your breath hitch in your throat, face flushing slightly.
âGood,â You mustered as Noah watched you vehemently, raising what appeared to be an annoyed brow. He licked his lips to cover the scoff that left his mouth.
âSounded good,â He muttered, and you blinked rapidly in response, turning your head to the side as your cheeks warmed.
The bus door opened with a click, and everyone turned to watch Matt appear, two steaming cups of coffee between his hands. His face lit up at the sight of you, eyes soft with an affectionate smile spread across his lips.
âI thought you might want one of these,â he said, walking over and handing you a cup. The rich aroma of the dark liquid made you hum in appreciation; especially because the drink was now a distraction from the eyes of the accusatory brunette.
You took the warm cup in your hands, your lips curving into a contented smile as you thanked him.
Each boy stared with curious eyes, and Jolly watched Noahâs face scrunch in distaste as Matt sat down beside you, his hand instinctively finding your thigh. His touch made sparks dance under your skin, reminding you of the fire that had consumed you hours prior.
Tension hung thick in the air as Noah couldn't help but watch the display of affection between the two of you. His eyes followed Matt's hand as it brushed against yours, his jaw clenching at the obvious intimacy being shared. He could almost see the invisible threads of affection weaving around you, tightening with every whispered word and shared glance; and it made him sick.
With his heart twisting in his chest, a bitter taste grew in his mouth. Part of him had hoped that he wouldâve won you over; that his cock pounding into you wouldâve convinced you to stay with him.
However, you remained ignorant to Noahâs glare as he pondered, but also Folioâs.
The drummerâs mind had replayed the scene at the aquarium over and over, the feeling of your soft lips against his, and the taste of your body sharp against his tongue. Your laugh echoed in his memory, the smile on your face radiant as you two ran between the fish tanks together.
Now as he saw you entangled in Mattâs arm, he could feel a familiar pang of regret searing through him.
Unlike Noah, he was willing to admit he wanted it to be more than a game.
Ruffilo had also been watching as you and Matt moved together with undeniable synchronicity. His heart thudded in his chest as he saw Mattâs lips draw close to your ear, a secret shared only between the two of you.
This sight had him clenching his fists tighter as he forced himself to focus on the instructions that left the blondeâs mouth.
âAlright everyone,â Matt began, standing up from next to you, âWe have a show to prepare for.â His voice was firm and commanding, bringing a sense of normality back to the bus.
This was enough to break the unspoken pressure in the air for a moment, and with a huffed sigh the group scattered, each one talking about different aspects of the show.
âMe and Y/N will start moving the soundboard and equipment into the venue. Meet in the greenroom around 11?â Matt said, manager mode turning on full force.
You nodded, tossing your empty cup into the garbage as you slipped on your shoes and a sweater.
Folio and Ruffilo also nodded, glancing at you briefly as you tugged the fabric over your head, watching you adjust your hair.
God, they thought you were stunning.
Noah found himself standing next to Jolly, who was grinning at him like a Cheshire cat while you and Matt left the bus.
âYou think you're ready to shake things up?â Jollyâs voice was barely above a whisper, yet it was enough to pull Noahâs attention away from Matt your body as you walked away.
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The rest of the day blurred with rehearsals and sound checks, nerves frayed and tensions high as everyone prepared for the performance. Yet amidst the chaos, Noah remained strangely calm â despite his mind being preoccupied with thoughts of tonight.
The concert started without a hitch, and the crowd roared with excitement as they kicked off with artificial suicide. You stood backstage, watching your boys with admiration as you stood in front of your laptop, sliding through the mix and keeping your earpiece tight against your ear.
Eventually, Matt began signalling intermission, and the boys ran off stage as the lights dimmed and the crowdâs screams echoed between the walls.
âGreat job out there, everyone!â Matt was leaning by the curtain, a broad grin plastered on his face as he clapped Jolly and Folio on their sweat-soaked backs. Noah gave him a nod of acknowledgement, barely pausing in his stride as he went to pick up his water bottle from the side of the stage.
The singerâs gaze was distant as he drank from the bottle, and you watched curiously, brows furrowing with worry. Usually, he was more energetic; but something appeared to be eating at him.
Walking over to Noah, you gently tugged at his arm.
âHow are you holding up?â you asked, looking up into his strained face. He reached out, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly- fingers burning your skin when he pulled away.
Jolly watched the scene from a distance, his lips pursing anxiously. Noah's eyes flickered to him for a split second, and he saw confirmation in Jollyâs subtle nod.
Taking a deep breath, Noah passed you a curt smile, âJust need some air.â
His gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer before he turned to head for the stage door, âComing?â
"Sure," you said, following him out the door and into the quiet alleyway behind the venue.
The cool night air was a welcome respite from the stuffiness of the indoor venue, and you found yourself taking in large gulps as if trying to replenish your oxygen supply.
You suddenly felt nervous as he towered above you, chugging water as he stared at the brick wall ahead.
âDo you think you could handle all of us?â Noah asked after a moment of silence.
His words hung in the air, swirling with the surrounding breeze.
"What do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral but curious. Your eyes studied him, searching for any hints in his expression.
Noah turned towards you, his face illuminated by the dim streetlight reflecting off the wet pavement. His multi-faceted eyes bore into yours with a boldness that made you feel like he was peeling back layers of your thoughts and feelings.
"I mean," he began, taking an agonizing step closer to you.
Swallowing, you peered up at him as his hair fell over his eyes, looming over your body.
The proximity made your heart flutter in your chest as he spoke again.
"All five of us?" Noah's voice was barely a whisper now, a low rumble that sent vibrations coursing through your veins, âAll at once.â
The pounding of your heart danced against your rib cage, palms turning sweaty as you tried to comprehend what Noah was insinuating. Your eyes flickered up to meet his in confusion.
âIn what way?â you managed to get out, breath stuttering with each exhale.
âWant to find out?â he said simply, taking a hand and tucking a piece of hair behind your burning ears.
Before you could process his words further, or come up with a response, Noah's phone buzzed in his pocket.
He pulled it out and glanced at the screen, expression hardening.
"Showtime," he muttered, tucking the phone back into his pocket, âBut when weâre done, I want you to go to the hotel down the street.â
You raised a brow, watching him.
âThereâs a room booked under my name,â he continued, unfazed, "Room 407."
Noahâs heart hammered as he bit back a smile. His own body vibrated with nerves as you blinked at him, dumbfounded.
He then turned on his heel, heading back towards the venue.
"Noah, what in the world are you talking about?" You shouted after him, but he just waved over his shoulder as he disappeared back into the buzz and warmth of the concert hall, taking your unanswered questions with him.
Once the concert was over and the crowds began to trickle out, you packed your equipment and headed toward the venue exit. Usually, youâd be met by Matt and the crew to begin cleanup; but none of them were in sight.
With a confused brow, you searched down the halls and to the green room, but again, there was no sign of the boys.
Your mind raced back to Noahâs request and decided to head towards the hotel down the street. The night air had gotten colder, and you felt a stir of anticipation warming you from within.
As you approached the quiet building, you couldn't help but question your decision. Every rational part of you screamed to turn around and forget about Noah's peculiar request. Yet, something inexplicable urged you on. You found yourself standing in front of room 407, body warm and throat tightening.
Taking a deep breath, you slid the card the front desk gave you through the reader, and the tiny light turned green with a click. Pushing open the door, you were met with a dimly lit hotel room that was both quiet yet writhing with energy.
A small gasp left your lips once you noticed the figure looming in the corner; yet as fast as your heart was racing, his was racing ten times faster.
Sitting in a chair across the room sat the silhouette of a Noah, framed by the faint moonlight trickling in from the window behind him. A black ski mask covered his face, adorned with the sigils you were all too familiar with.
âNoah?â You whispered, almost taken aback at the ominous stature as he sat there, fingers lingering on his thighs.
âNot just Noah,â a voice replied from the corner to your left, and you snapped your head to the side, recognizing Mattâs voice.
The blonde emerged from the shadows, also wearing an identical ski mask.
With the closing of the hotel door, you dropped your bag to the floor, nervously crossing your arms below your chest. Before you could ask another question, more figures appeared from beside you.
Folio, Ruffilo, and Jolly each took their places in different parts of the room, all embellished with the same masks. A chill ran down your spine as you glanced at each one of them in turn, their identities concealed yet so obvious.
"No one else makes us feel the way you do," Noah started, his voice rough behind the fabric. He then stood up from the chair, approaching you slowly, each step agonizingly taunting.
All you could do was stand frozen in place, staring up at him while his onyx eyes bore into your own. A small smile twitched on his lips as he reached for your waist, pulling you toward him.
âWe made a new bet.â
"New bet?" you echoed, the word a ghost in your throat. The drum of your heart began to ache once Noah didn't answer. Instead, he slid his hand up your back, resting it at the base of your neck while his thumb gently traced patterns on your skin. It was both soothing and terrifying.
Noah leaned closer until his breath fanned against your ear, his warm breath causing your skin to tingle, "We want you," he whispered, voice low but clear.
"All of us."
Drawing in a sharp breath, the confession rang between your ears. The room was silent save for the occasional rustling of clothes or an uneven breath from the boys around you. They were all watching, waiting for your reaction.
Folio stepped forward, sliding past Noah to stand behind you, allowing his own hands to reach for your hips as he pressed against your back.
"The bet is simple," you heard Folio smile, his tone nonchalant as if he wasn't discussing something that had the potential to change everything.
"First to make you back out, wins.â
Noah's hands tightened around the back of your neck as Folio's fingers dug into your hips. Glancing at the other three, all masked figures had an eerie calm to their stances.
"Back out of what?" you whispered as Folio's grip on your waist tightened.
"Us," Matt answered from somewhere to your right, voice surprisingly soft amidst the thick tension brewing in the room.
"No one has ever made us rival against each other," Jolly added, his voice muffled by his mask as he leaned against the distant wall. "We want to see if we could... WellâŠ"
The swede trailed off, and you glanced at him as he smiled, turning to look at Ruffilo.
"Share you," the bassist finished for him, his usual jovial tone replaced with something far more sultry.
Your limbs heated at the implication of their words, abdomen clenching with each promise. Now looking up at the brunette infront of you, the small smile tugging at his lips was devilish and daring.
âThen what do you win?â You asked slowly.
Noah leaned forward, whispering into your ear again, âThe right to have you all to themselves for one last night.â
"NoahâŠ" you began, voice trembling. Nerves rushed through you, but somewhere deep inside, you also felt a strange tingle of anticipation as his inked hands roamed across your shoulders.
He silenced you with a thumb on your lips, eyes gleaming darkly under his mask, "That's if they can make you back out," he clarified, not moving away from you.
You took in a shaky breath, the room suddenly too hot even though there were goosebumps on your arms.
"And if I don't back out?" Your voice was barely audible, even to your own ears.
Noah's eyes twinkled in the dim light, and there was a small smirk playing on his lips as he responded, "Then we all win.â
Ruffiloâs earnest eyes flicked between you and the floor, while Mattâs excited smirk was hidden behind his mask. Jolly's stance was curious and daring against the wall, and Folio's possessive grip anchored you to his chest. Noah's gaze was confident and challenging as you licked your dry lips, feeling every single racing beat of your heart rumble in your throat.
"What if I say no?" You asked, a hint of uncertainty evident in your tone, âWhat if I donât want to be part of your silly little game anymore?â
"Then you walk out that door, and we pretend this never happened," Noah replied after a moment of silence, his voice surprisingly calm, âWe pretend that there was no bet five nights ago. We go back to normal and move on.â
He released his grip on your neck, taking a step back to give you the space you needed.
With a racing mind, you couldnât help but relish in how each of them made you feel just nights prior.
There would be no going back regardless of what was about to happen- you were theirs.
Each of the boys watched you with quiet anticipation, their hidden faces betraying nothing as their eyes revealed everything.
Fear swirled in your stomach and hitched your breath. But stronger than fear was curiosity, tinged with a strange thrill you couldn't deny.
You turned to look at Noah again, his figure looming dominantly in the dim light.
"Alright," You uttered softly, âbet.â
For a moment, time itself stilled to savor the gravity of your words.
There was no going back.
Noah let out a low chuckle, his eyes closing briefly as he relished the word that sealed your agreement.
"Game on," he drawled, a slow smile spreading across his lips again. His gaze held yours captive, dancing with triumph and anticipation.
"Let's see how long you can last, hmm?" His voice carried a predatory tone as he reached out to gently stroke your cheek, thumb painting circles against your skin.
"Remember," he continued to whisper, his words a soothing melody designed to lull you into a false sense of security, "it can just be a game to you⊠unless you want it to be something else."
A game with stakes too high for comfort. A game with feelings.
Yet, you found yourself nodding, acknowledging his statement even as your heartbeat pounded in your ears.
Folio's hands tightened on your hips once more, pulling you back against him once Noah nodded.
The drummerâs breath was warm against the back of your neck and he dipped his head down, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he murmured his approval, "Such a brave girl."
Noah took a step back to sit in the chair again; ready to watch everything unfold before him.
"So it begins," Matt chimed in, pushing away from the wall he had been leaning against. His eyes roved over you with a sense of newfound curiosity; his fingers twitching as if aching to reach out and touch you. However, he restrained himself, not wanting to appear too eager yet.
Folio spun you around to face him, holding you close against his chest as he chewed back a smile.
âKiss me,â He whispered, the plea making your legs fall weak.
With a brief nod you leaned into his touch, placing your lips on his in a delicate manner.
Feeling the texture of his lips on yours was like tasting sweet honey, the first brush a featherlight touch. Folio's arms tightened around you and he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss with every exhale. The heat that swelled through your body at his touch made your heart pound harder inside your chest, and your fingers curled themselves into the fabric of his shirt.
Soft sighs filled the room as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Feeling his chuckle vibrate against your lips as you held onto him made you smile; and once his hand inched up your back, stopping just below the curve of your neck to pull you in even closer, you were hooked.
Reaching up you pulled at the fabric of his mask, pushing it just above his lips; before another hand gripped your lower back from behind.
Jolly turned you around as he replaced Folio, and with a wicked smirk he drew you close into his embrace.
âEager there, are we?â
You watched Nick step back as Jolly tucked your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.
"My turn," he murmured against your lips before capturing them hungrily, drinking in the taste of your surprise.
As he drew back, he kept his gaze locked onto yours, fingers continuing to trace idle patterns on your waist.
Matt moved into your line of sight then, a wild look in his eyes as they burned fiercely. He didn't say anything as he reached out to gently tilt your chin upwards. His kiss was softer than Jolly's had been; gentle, almost reverent. It was a contrast to the desperation he showed you the night prior; but it left your body pooling with each swipe of his tongue.
Ruffilo then shifted closer, his fingers twining with yours as he now held you, claiming you as his for the sweet moment of time he was granted with you.
His eyes held an undeniable warmth that flickered with desire and curiosity. Lips were on yours before you could breathe in another shaky breath of anticipation, and he tasted like a promise you weren't sure you could keep, yet yearned for with a deep burning desire. Ruffilo was different from the others; he embraced the intimacy of your shared moment, and in return, elicited a response from you that held more passion than any of the previous kisses.
âRemember that you can always say no tonight,â he whispered against your neck, his teeth grazing teasingly down your skin, âJust say youâre done done, and we forget about everything. That doesnât mean we win or lose.â
You smiled at his reassurance, allowing your fingers to run up his back toward the base of the mask, tugging at the fabric as you kissed him again.
He hummed as you held him before he leaned his forehead against yours; grey eyes shining with infatuation.
"May I?" He asked, his voice a soft murmur as he pulled you toward the bed by the loop of your jeans. His words were a tender whisper, a question caught in the suspended moment between one breath and the next.
A small nod was your consent, and his lips met yours with an agonizing slowness that made your knees buckle. You allowed him to pull you along, until he sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at you.
"If I win," he began, his voice thick and heavy with emotion, "my prize will be seeing that look in your eyes every time I kiss you.â
You reached down, tempted to pull the fabric from his face to reveal everything he had been wanting to hide- every confession, every affection.
âWhat if you lose?â You whispered.
Nicholas ran his hands down your arms to squeeze your hands, "Then I get the pleasure of knowing I was part of something that made your heart race and your mind spin," he replied, "Either way, it's a win-win situation for me."
Just as Ruffilo's words settled in your mind, you turned towards the chair where Noah now stood up.
"Didnât forgot about me princess, did you?"
As he came closer, you admired his tall figure, his smile titilating.
You turned back towards Ruffilo for reassurance, only for him to gently guide you towards Noah. Although every fibre of your being was pulsating with tension, you decided to trust them.
"In the spirit of fairness," Noah began, mirroring Ruffilo's earlier gesture and tilting your chin upwards so that you were looking directly into his eyes, "I think I deserve a kiss too."
With a light nod from you and a teasing smirk from him, his lips found yours. As he kissed you passionately, it was like a dance; his movements precise, his touch intentional. His thumb ran against your jawline as he pulled away slightly, only to claim your lips again with a renewed fervour.
His kiss was a promise, an agreement between two secret conspirators, filled with unspoken words and tender sentiment.
His mouth lingered on yours for a long moment, relishing in the taste of having you all to himself for one last time, before a soft sigh escaped him once he finally pulled away.
Noah then nodded at Ruffilo, who pulled you by the waist of your jeans again until you fell onto his body, lying on top of him above the cotton sheets of the hotel room bed.
Hoisting you up to straddle his waist, you could feel Nicholasâ arousal grow beneath the fabric of his slacks as he pulled you down into a kiss once again.
His hands roved over you, heat radiating from every point of contact. His fingers traced the dip of your waist, skittered up your ribs and rested just beneath the swell of your chest.
You gasped into his mouth, a spark roaming through your abdomen at the intimate contact; but also because you knew each of the boys was watching behind you.
Ruffilo chuckled softly against your mouth before pushing up onto his elbows, flipping you onto your back before settling between the vee of your thighs. The position was intimate, his body caging yours as he leaned down to capture your mouth in another slow, intoxicating kiss. His arousal pressed into your thigh and you couldn't help but press back, a small moan erupting from your lips as friction roared through you.
"You're killing me," He muttered against your lips, before sliding down to kneel beside the bed, pushing your knees apart gently.
Matt moved to stand beside the bed, watching at Ruffilo waited for your knod of approval to unbotton your jeans.
The blonde sat beside you on the bed, hovering over your face to run his fingers along your scalp as Nicholas pulled your jeans down each leg in agonizing slowness.
"This isn't just about us having our turns," Matt murmured, "It's about you too."
Heat pooled within your abdomen as you lay exposed, the thin fabric of your underwear inches from Ruffiloâs mouth.
With an affirmative nod, you found yourself surrendering to their fleeting touches and simmering gazes. Nicholasâs fingers rested tentatively at your hips before his warm hands moved to hook around the waistband of your underwear, thumbs dipping lower to send a jolt of heat crackling through you.
"May I?" He murmured once again, the same question carrying an entirely different weight now.
Your grip on Matt's hand tightened as you nodded, heart pounding in your chest like a wild drum as Nicholas removed the last piece of clothing that separated you from him.
Your breath hitched as he kissed up each leg, a soft gasp escaping from your lips when he ran his tongue over the inside of your thigh. With a whimper and a plea, your back arched off of the bed to prompt him further, and his inked fingers finally slid between the folds of your desire.
âFuck youâre soaking,â His breathy laugh of complete disbelief made you laugh breathlessly, a sound so hoarse as you rolled your hips into his hand, desperate for more.
As soon at his tongue swiped along your core you moaned, your mouth immedietly swallowed by Mattâs.
It was an odd but intoxicating dance of bodies, hands, mouths and excruciatingly slow movements. Your mind had shut down, and only your senses remained; the feel of Mattâs mouth on yours, Ruffiloâs tongue against your heated core, and the scent of their combined arousal filling the room.
âGod,â You whimpered as one of Ruffilo's fingers slipped inside you while he continued to work over your folds with his mouth. Mattâs fingers were buried in your hair, holding onto you as he drank in your cries with each flick of Ruffiloâs tongue.
Nicholas switched to his hand, alternating between stroking and pumping into you exactly how you needed. His other hand went up to clasp onto one of your hands, intertwining your fingers together with a reassuring squeeze. The tension pooled in the pit of your stomach, growing stronger every passing second.
He pulled off of you, standing up while licking his lips greedily as he pulled the mask of his face, tossing it to the floor. You watched with furrowed brows, gasping for air as he smiled down at you, face flushed as his chest heaved.
Staring at him in awe you had no time to transition as Matt then slid down your body, kissing down your chest as he lifted your shirt, replacing Ruffilo between your legs.
"Delicious," Matt murmured against your lower lips once he swiped his tongue into your desire, the vibration eliciting another low moan from your throat. Allowing your hands to reach down you clawed the mask from his face, exposing him as he devoured your body with his mouth.
Jolly now crawled onto the bed, kissing your forehead as he spoke.
"How does it feel pretty girl?"
You could barely think straight, let alone form a coherent answer. All you could manage was a breathless, "Incredible."
"Good," the guitarist murmured, his fingers threading through your hair as he pressed delicate kisses along the column of your throat.
Jolly's other hand found its way to your breasts, cupping one through the thin fabric of your shirt. You squirmed beneath Matt's expert ministrations, Jolly's actions adding fuel to the fire that had been building within you since their sinful game had started.
Tugging at your shirt Jolly got a nod of consent before pulling your shirt off your body, leaving you barely dressed as Matt ate you out in front of them.
Jolly leaned down, his mouth inches away from your ear and whispered words that set your heart racing even faster, "You're so beautiful like this," he husked out, licking down your neck before sucking above your collarbone.
Meanwhile, Matt's tongue never ceased its exploration, lapping at your heat with a piety that left you breathless. He was relentless as he coaxed you towards that peak of pleasure that was just within reach, each stroke of his tongue a promise of pure ecstasy.
âMy turn,â Noah murmured above Matt, watching as you squirmed against his mouth, moments away from letting go.
Jolly kissed between your chest as Folio made his way to your other side, taking your lips. Noah began worshiping your desire, his mouth skillful and familiar against your body.
Your legs twitched and jolted as Noah's tongue delved deeper, teasing and tasting with an insatiable hunger. His hands now held your hips in place, refusing to allow you any reprieve from the torturous pleasure he offered.
He played you masterfully, fingers dancing over your sensitive bud while his tongue delved deep inside. The heat in your core coiled tighter and tighter with every pass of Noah's tongue, with every teasing touch of his hand.
The low moan that escaped your lips was quickly swallowed by Folio's own mouth descending onto yours, drinking in your cries as if they were the sweetest wine.
Pulling away from Folioâs lips you sat up, allowing a hand to grip Noahâs mask and hold him against your arousal, rutting your hips into his face.
Noahâs chuckle of satisfaction vibrated against your body and with the final push of his fingers sinking into your core, you let your orgasm take over.
Your body seized with the magnitude of your release, waves of pleasure crashing over you, swallowing you whole.
And as the room spun as ecstasy gripped you, your fingers trembled gainst the fabric that covered Noahâs features while his movements stilled, lapping up in the sweet taste of your completion.
Your groans were loud and unabashed, echoing through the room in a testament to their skill.
Noah pulled away, face slick and eyes shining bright with satisfaction at your condition â sprawled out and panting heavily. He climbed back up your body, hovering above you before leisurely kissing your throat, just above where Jolly marked you.
"Damn," Ruffilo voiced from behind the group, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched Matt stand in front of you, tossing his shirt to the floor.
You were breathless as Jolly held your back off the bed, allowing Folio to unclasp your bra and expose your chest.
âYou ready?â Matt smiled, tugging his pants down his waist as he brushed past Noah, pushing your knees back into your chest.
With a nod of approval, Matt ran his hand along the path Noah had traced earlier, before settling between your thighs, slipping a condom onto his cock.
Your body felt hypersensitive after the explosion of pleasure moments prior, but when Matt pushed into your body, it felt like starting anew.
"Oh god," you whimpered, feeling him fill you up perfectly as Folio kissed your forehead from above again.
He held himself still a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size. His hands roamed your curves, fingers ghosting over your sensitive breasts, causing you to squirm and whine in pleasure.
"Easy," Matt whispered, his voice was laced with restrained desire. He slowly began to move inside you, each gentle thrust stealing your breath away.
The sensation of him moving inside you was indescribable; a blend of pain and pleasure that had you arching your back and gasping for more. His pace picked up gradually, matching the rhythm of your own desperate movements.
Jolly held onto your hand as Matt moved deeper into your pussy, taking control of your body. His eyes were filled with an intensity that reflected his own need and despite the vulnerable position you were in, it made you feel cherished, loved.
Meanwhile, Folio has pulled his mask off, lips dragging along your jawline, making their way down your neck and collarbone. Every spot he touched bloomed into an intimate longing that heightened your sensitivity to the ongoing pleasure.
His kisses were gentle, torturously slow; they contrasted starkly with the hard, steady thrusts of Matt's body that pounded into yours.
Ruffilo watched from a safe distance, his eyes dark with hunger as they roamed over your writhing body. It was erotic and raw; seeing Matt claim you in such a way, seeing the primal satisfaction in his eyes, his movements driven by pure lust and carnal need. Nicholasâ pants felt tight as he palmed his arousal between the fabric, aching in urgency for his own release.
Matt groaned above you; his movements becoming more fervent as he drove into you, every thrust bringing him closer to his release. You arched against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, your eyes locked onto his as waves of need crashed through you both.
Noah hovered beside Matt, eyes boring into yours from behind the mask as he leaned down to run his fingers delicately up your side, tracing the curve of your waist and hip as he watched Matt consuming you.
"You look so good underneath him," Noah whispered, before allowing his thumb to caress your clit with fervor.
"Noah," you gasped out, the sudden touch sending another crest of gratification through your overly sensitive body.
He chuckled, leaning between Jolly and Folio to press a kiss to your temple, before continuing his torturous ministrations. All the while, Matt kept up his relentless pace, groaning and grunting as he worked himself towards his climax.
Ruffilo stood beside the bed, his hand now dipping between his waistband as he allowed his cock to spring free from the restraint of his jeans. Your mouth hung open with lust as he wrapped his hand around his erection, pleasuring himself to the sight of you coming undone beneath Matt.
The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans, of skin hitting against skin in a perfectly timed rhythm; until Matt stilled, fingers digging into your hips as he cried out your name in prayer.
âFuck,â He groaned, face contorting as he pulled out, the condom filled with his release.
"You did so well," Jolly murmured, kissing your shoulder as Matt collapsed beside you on the bed, panting heavily. You smiled then, admiring the flush of his ears as he heaved in satisfaction as your body jolted from Noahâs continuing touch.
The blondes gaze softened at the sight of youâdrenched in sweat, hair splayed out on the bed sheets, and lips swollen from kisses. His hand reached out to brush stray strands of hair from your face, his movements gentle, contrasting sharply with the roughness from before.
"Don't think weâre done yet love," Ruffilo said, his words an assurance of more.
Folio now ripped open a condom, crawling onto the bed as he pulled you into the middle, flipping you onto your stomach.
"Now, it's my turn," he said, voice husky with desire.
Feeling the coolness of the sheets against your heated skin was a relief. You felt Matt gently roll off to the side, his fingers lazily trailing along your spine as Folio positioned himself behind you.
His fingers traced the curve of your backside before pulling your hips upward. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Taking hold of your back, he pushed into you slowly, his groans filling the room as he sank deeper.
Behind you, Jolly softly massaged your shoulders, his fingers kneading your tense muscles. His touch was soothing, easing some of the intensity from Folioâs thrusts. On the other side, Noah knelt beside you, his gaze never leaving where Nick and you were joined.
âFuck,â Folio moaned, spreading your legs apart as you pressed your face into the pillow, a string of cries pushing into the soft fabric.
âYou like that Y/N?â Noah whispered from your side. Turning your head you gazed as his lidded eyes flicked between his best friendâs thrusts and your love drunk smile.
âYes,â you cried, causing Noah to smirk.
"Ah, she likes it," Noah murmured to Folio, words thick with amusement.
Nick responded with a low growl, lost deep in his own pleasure as he drove into your welcoming heat. His hands roamed over your waist and ass, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. His pace quickened, the rhythm becoming wild and unrestrained
"You're going to come again for us, love," Jolly promised, his voice filled with the same intoxicating desire that had been present throughout the night.
Your world spun as the swedes fingers slipped in between your legs between your body and the mattress, finding your swollen clit amidst the sea of pleasure that Folio was causing. Your gasps were swallowed by the pillow as the pleasure built up within you once more.
Folioâs thrusts increased in pace, each one harder and more desperate than the last. His grip on your ass tightened as he drove deeper into you, his cock hitting all the right spots that had you reeling in pleasure.
Another orgasm began rolling in, and once you succumbed, your body shuddered under the onslaught of satisfaction.
Overwhelmed by sensation, Nick groaned behind you, his thrusts slowing as he allowed his climax to consume him, shuddering against your skin.
He collapsed on top of you, heavy breaths fanning against your skin as he struggled to regain his composure. Your body was warm and pliant under him and for a moment, he simply savored the feeling of you pulsating around him.
"That was... fuck," Folio breathed out, pulling out of you carefully.
You exhaled heavily, your limbs raving with disbelief as you sat up, smiling over at Jolly who now ripped off his mask, taking his hand to tug your neck toward him. Planting a gentle kiss on your lips you moaned, relishing in the feeling of his fingers squeezing your neck gently.
"Noah?" You then turned once Jolly pulled away, reaching out for the silent figure still kneeling at the side of the bed.
He glanced up from where his hands had been idly twisting a loose thread on the bedsheets. His eyes were dark and hooded, his jaw clenched as if in thought.
It was the first time you had seen him so quiet, so reflective. He met your gaze, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he crawled over to you.
"I'm here," he murmured, his fingers brushing gently over the back of your hand.
You felt your heart swell at the look in his chocolate eyes; it was soft and filled with an emotion you couldn't quite name.
Reaching out with your other hand, you cupped Noah's cheek, pulling him down for a gentle kiss. His lips were warm against yours, the taste of him faint but unmistakable. He responded slowly, letting you control the pace of the kiss. You swapped between him and Jolly for a moment, allowing them to share you briefly before Jolly smiled.
âYouâre not done yet, are you princess?â
Shaking you head you smiled up at the swede, allowing him to undress himself before lying on his back, motioning for you to crawl on top of him.
With a faint smirk, you complied, shifting your weight to straddle Jolly's hips. His hands steadied you as you positioned yourself over his erection, the anticipation of his cock making you tremble.
Once you gave him a nod of approval, he started to thrust up into you. His movements were slow and controlled at first but soon picked up the pace. His hands gripped onto your hips, pulling you down harder onto him while Noah continued to watch on the side lines.
Your grip on Jolly tightened, your fingers digging into his chest every time he drove into you. Your sounds of pleasure filled the room, mixing with Jolly's low grunts and Noah's breathy moans as he palmed himself, eyes never leaving the sight of you being taken with such fervor.
Jolly's thumb flicked over your clit, causing a gasp to escape your lips as you locked eyes with him. His gaze held yours for a moment before he stole another deep thrust into you, pulling a sinfully delicious cry from your parted lips.
As your gasps for breath increased, you could feel Noah's gaze on you. It burned into your skin, hotter than any touch, and his silence was unnerving- but you didn't dare to look at him.
Meanwhile, Ruffilo began to trace patterns along your arm, his touch barely there but sending shivers up your spine nonetheless. The intensity of Jollyâs thrusts increased, causing you to cry out as another wave of pleasure washed over you.
"Fuck," Jolly breathed out as he bucked up one last time, holding you down tightly against him as he found release. He leaned forward to take a breast into his mouth, hand holding the back of your neck softly, heartbeat thundering in your ear.
You couldnât help but smile, sitting up as he softened inside you, before turning to smile at Folio and Matt, who sat watching eagerly, despite their release.
Both boys were erect again, holding their cocks tightly through the show of you being passed between them.
Turning, you watched as Ruffilo stood beside the bed, holding his desire out for you. His hand reached for your chin as he smiled down at you, lidded eyes awaiting for your lips to wrap around him. Jollyâs hands gripped your hips, kneading the skin in encouragement as you sunk your mouth onto Nicholas.
The sensation was an intoxicating mix of control and submission, and you reveled in the power of your position. You held Ruffiloâs gaze as you took him in deeper, your tongue swirling around his length. His approval was palpable in the sharp intake of breath and small hitches of pleasure that sounded from him.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, his praise causing a jolt of pleasure to course through you that had nothing to do with physical touch.
Noah now kneeled on your other side, his hand guiding your chin off of Nick and onto him. You smiled as you pulled off of the drummer, allowing the string of saliva to transfer onto Noahâs cock once you wrapped your lips around him, relishing in the two of them sharing you.
Jolly squirmed beneath you, chuckling at the sight as he held your body against his hips, allowing his fingers to circle your core.
The room was filled with the sounds of harsh breathing and the occasional moan, adding to the sinful atmosphere. Ruffilo watched as you took Noah in your mouth, his eyes never leaving the sight of your lips wrapped around him. His hand rested on your head, tangling in your hair as he guided you up and down his best friend.
Noah let out a low groan as he felt you take him in deeper, his fingers tightening on your shoulder. His hips moved subtly, pushing himself further into your mouth.
The sight of you taking him so eagerly, swallowing him down, had him teetering on the edge.
On the other side, Matt shifted closer to you, his gaze dropping to where Jolly still had his hands on your hips. He reached out, his fingers trailing over your backside before he dipped lower, testing the waters between your legs.
It was almost like he was asking for permission, a silent request that contrasted sharply with the assertive presence of Noah and Jolly.
A soft gasp escaped you as Matt's fingers slipped inside your arousal, his movements slow but insistent. The combination of his touch and Noah's throbbing length filling your mouth proved too much to handle. You whimpered around Noah, your body shuddering as you were pushed closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure once again.
Your hand stroked Ruffilo, the twist and glide of your wrist against his slick length leaving him twitching beneath your hand, holding your arm firmly in place.
"Fuck, just like that," Noah groaned, his hand reaching into your hair as he pushed you further down onto him. You gagged around him, but didn't pull away, the discomfort adding an unexpected edge to your pleasure.
Noah pulled the mask off now, revealing his face that was contorted in pure desire; and you stared up at him eagerly as he fucked your mouth.
Jolly continued to stroke your clit at a maddening pace, his thumb flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves with a precision that had your thighs trembling around him. You squirmed as he pressed against you, while Mattâs fingers twisted and turned inside your core.
"That's it," Jolly murmured as you stilled on top of him. Folio stood on the side, watching as he stroked himself to your pleasure.
Tears streamed down your face as you felt the adoration and desire from each of the members. Ruffilo's intense stare, your lips wrapped around Noahâs member, Folio's throbbing arousal in your hand, Matt's skilled fingers buried inside you, and Jolly's thumb teasing your sensitive spot. They were all in control, dominating you completely.
And yet, you couldn't help but feel like the most powerful person in the room. It was your pleasure they were all focused on, your body they worshipped so eagerly.
"God, can't hold it," Noah groaned out next to you. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock twitching inside your mouth as he released, the roped of cum hitting the back of your throat. He held your head in place, forcing you to swallow down every last drop of him.
Pulling back once Noah had finished, you moved to Ruffilo, your hand wrapped around his length as your lips took him in. He gripped the headboard tightly as he felt your mouth envelop him, and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a soft gasp leaving his lips.
At the same time, Matt continued to play with you from behind, his fingers pumping in and out of you in rhythm with Jolly's thumb on your clit. The sensations had your stomach churning with pleasure, the need for release growing more and more urgent.
"Nicky, I... I'm gonna..." You couldn't finish your sentence, the overwhelming pleasure consuming all of your senses.
Ruffilo nodded, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head.
âlet go, princess. Thats a good girl,â he groaned out, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax.
You whimpered around him as Matt and Jollyâs combined efforts pushed you over the edge. Your body shook around them for the final time, moans muffled by Ruffiloâs cock in your mouth- but they didn't need to hear it to know how hard you were coming.
At the sight of you losing control, Ruffilo clenched his jaw and pushed past the edge, spilling his load into your mouth with a loud groan. You swallowed him down gratefully, sucking gently on his length as he rode out his high, relishing in the taste of both your boys mixed within your saliva.
Once he was spent, Jolly gently lifted you off of him and Matt pulled his fingers out from inside you with a feather-light touch. You were set down on the bed, a sated smile gracing your lips as you took in the sight of each of them, basking in their own afterglow.
Ruffilo was the first to move, crossing the room to the attached bathroom. When he returned, he held a damp cloth in his hand and he approached you slowly, his eyes searching yours for permission. He started to clean you up with the utmost care, free hand grazing your cheek with complete adoration.
Meanwhile, Matt laid down next to you, his fingers tracing lazy circles along your exposed skin- his touch soothing after the intensity.
Jolly propped himself up on an elbow by your other side. His eyes never left you, watching with a soft expression. It was as if he was taking a moment to commit every detail to memory - your flushed face, your hazy eyes, the way you bit your lower lip as Ruffilo gently wiped you clean, a soft sigh escaping your lips.
Noah and Folio joined the others, finding spaces on the bed that allowed each of them to touch some part of you with admiration.
It was a silent reassurance, the quiet promise that they were still there, still with you after everything.
Your heartbeat slowed in your chest as you held onto your boys, your breath slowing as your tired eyes fought to stay awake.
Jolly broke the silence, his voice was low and thick with emotion as he whispered, "You were incredible."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look at you, and his words spurred the others into an affectionate overlay. Matt leaned in to press a lingering kiss against your cheek while Folio left feathery kisses up and down your arm. Noah reached out to brush a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering as if he wanted to memorize the feel of your skin. Ruffilo, still holding the cloth, gently wiped a smudge of mascara from under your eye with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.
Your eyes met each of theirs in turn, their faces glowing with satisfaction and awe.
And then, just when you thought you couldn't possibly handle any more emotion, Noahâs gaze softened even further as he kissed your cheek.
There was an unspoken plea in his touch - an assurance of protection love.
âYou're going to be the death of us,â Noah whispered, holding onto your thigh gently.
Matt laughed softly in the silence, his fingers dancing on your skin, "A hell of a way to go, though," he quipped.
Folio was silent as he traced your collarbone with his fingers, the gentle tickle of his touch making you giggle. He looked up at your laughter, a warm smile spreading across his face as he watched you with reverence.
Each of them seemed to understand that this was something sacred, something that deserved to be protected. And you found comfort in that understanding.
You closed your eyes, melting into the attention they showered upon you.
The satiated glow that encased the room was soothing â it was love and appreciation wrapped around your heart like a warm blanket. Yet there was an underlying charge that tingled beneath your skin, a silent affirmation that this wasn't the end.
Ruffilo discarded the cloth and settled down next to Noah, planting a kiss on your knee before he leaned back against the headboard. His hand found yours and gave it a comforting squeeze.
âSo,â you whispered as your eyes lidded with sleep, âWho won the bet?â
The room quieted at your question, each man exchanging looks before they burst into laughter. It was a pleasant sound that echoed in the intimacy of the room.
âI guess we all did,â Ruffilo chuckled.
Noah shook his head and leaned in closer to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "Guess we'll just have to have another round.â
Your chuckle was soft, floating up into the space between you all, "Oh, is that how it is?"
âSeems only fair,â Jolly murmured, his fingers gently playing with your knuckles, running a finger across each one.
Folio let out a laugh, the sound rich and deep, "I'd say it's more than fair," he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
There was a murmur of agreement among them, followed by another round of laughter. You couldn't help but join in, the infectious sound bubbling up from your chest and spilling past your lips.
"And this time," Matt began, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he looked directly at you, "we'll make sure to keep score."
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The Shower Scene, Part 3
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4
Warnings: this is a work of fiction. smut (18+) MDNI, NSFW. Sexting, Sexual Tendencies, Swearing, Degradation, Brat Taming
Author's Note: bet your ass I'm destroying you all. Links coming soon. Part 4 will be "cumming" soon.
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You sat backstage with your head against the wall. Another workday, another city. You were left in the dim light, alone with your thoughts and the screaming of the crowd and the loud thrums of guitar through the heavy speakers.
Only the thoughts of yours and Noah's secret situation would return to your mind.
You haven't been able to hide the straining tension and the absolute cravings for him you have in the dark.
Noah noticed you eyeballing him one day on the bus. You quickly looked away, but the damage had been done. Every time you turned around, Noah took advantage of teasing and taunting you from as far away as possible.
He would give you the hottest glares, then turn away with a completely different expression as soon as he did. He'd smirk at you and bite his lip, turning his head to smolder you.
When no one was looking, he winked at you and curled his fingers in the air. When Jolly looked towards him, he changed his expression and quickly dropped his hands.
You were so sick and crazy over it but you tried to hide it.
A week or two went by, only a few little chances to interact with Noah completely went by with no opportunity to touch or even get a secret word in. You hadn't had a moment alone with him at all.
Ever since that night in the bathroom on the bus, you ached to know just what he'd do if you teased him again. He was teasing you with his glares and gestures. Noah knew exactly how he was making you feel, and you knew it.
The next tour week was coming up, with one day off in Atlanta, Georgia. But that off day was 5 days away-- a wait you weren't sure you could handle, if Noah even decided to spend it with you.
"Hey, (Y/N). You good out here? Why are you by yourself?" Bryan peaked out at you from the stage entry.
"Oh, just enjoying a moment of peace before the chaos." You shrug.
"Alright. Just making sure everything's cool," he softly smiled and returned to the side stage, resuming collecting pictures.
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In your bunk that night, you lie awake, staring at the ceiling not so far from your face. You scroll through your phone, noticing a snap from a few people, Noah being one, sent a half hour ago.
Biting your lip with excitement, you wonder what it is. You open the Snapchat.
Noah laying in his bunk, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting at the camera. The picture looks so normal, yet so delicious. Every time he made that face, it flipped a switch in you. You weren't sure if the picture was only for you. Still, your eyes devoured the photo.
You looked away at the ceiling again, closing the snap. An idea pops into your head, filthy and obscene. Should you? You weren't sure, but you knew that it would get the reaction you craved so desperately.
You can't help but smirk and your stomach flips. Convinced of your plan, you get up quietly from your bunk, pads of your feet hitting the cold bus floor.
You walk out of the bunk area and to the same bathroom Noah had you panting and soaked to the bone several nights previously. As the door shuts behind you, you rest against the door and breathe deeply, anxious at what you're about to do.
You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You bite your lip, testing how you look.
Deciding you are ready, you slip out of your top and the bralette you wore. You caressed your breasts and teased your nipples until they were taut and pointed. Pulling up your phone's camera, you snapped a few different pictures.
Excitement pulsed through you, ready to throw Noah through a struggle until the end of the week.
Pulling down your pajama pants, you angle the camera at just the right angle to make your ass look fat and juicy, just to make Noah want to take a bite of you.
At every thought of what Noah was going to get to see, your panties are wet and you're aching. Just because of this, you turn around and angle the camera at your covered pussy, throwing your hand on your thigh. Snap, picture.
Taking your underwear off, you take a shot from the back and from the front. And another of your whole naked body.
You get dressed again, and return to your bunk quietly.
Looking through the pictures, excitement rolls through you. You sort through them, deleting ones you don't like and picking from the ones you do.
As you're looking, you decide on the least hot one, of your tits. A slow burn, you decide.
You move to the chat box on Snapchat with Noah. You didn't think he'd be awake. Opening your gallery and clicking on that one photo, your stomach flips and you press send.
Your eyes close and you pass out, bus rocking you to sleep with the bumps in the road.
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You wake up to voices and movement. Your curtain is ripped open and you squint hard.
"Wake up, (Y/L/N)! We are late to the venue. Get dressed and ready to load-in asap." Jolly says to you.
"Aye-aye, Captain Karlsson." You mumble, stumbling out of bed and to the bathroom.
You check your phone momentarily while you get yourself awake. Notifications popping up on the screen. One notification stands out to you: Noah Sebastian, with the yellow ghost on the side.
Your heart does a flip along with your stomach and you grip the sink and hold your breath. You race to unlock it and open the snap. It's a chat. If it's possible to get more nervous, you do.
Your finger hovers over the button, scared to see what it says. You slowly swipe to open the chat. You see that he's saved the photo.
There's one sentence below that:
You're playing a dangerous game, princess.
You gasp, locking your phone. Your teeth sink into your lip.
A sharp rap comes to the bathroom door. "Get outta there, some of us gotta piss!"
"S-sorry!" You stutter and fling open the door to a grumpy Matt.
Exiting the bathroom, you spot Noah getting off the bus. Of course you missed him again.
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Once again, the day repeats itself with high tension and hard work. The brutal day exhausts you, rushing to make everything work and on time.
Noah is nowhere to be found around you today, socializing with everyone else.
In-between sets, you're setting up the stage with your fellow crew. In the few moments before Bad Omens approaches the stage and your feet have left it, you're opening your phone back up and Noah's chat. You open the gallery, smirking to yourself, and you select your next choice: your pretty panties on display with your ass all up in the camera. Holding your breath again, you click send.
It takes several minutes. The stage music begins to play, and you know that they're about to go on. The blue arrow turns white and you know he's seeing it. You see "typing..." Pop up next to his name and you hold your breath.
Swiping, you see his bitmoji peeking from the bottom. His message pops up and a few seconds later you hear the crowd screeching. He saved this photo too.
You're gonna fucking regret this, you dirty little girl.
You suppress a moan. You fucking hope so.
You run around backstage as needed. One requiring that you assess a problem with a cable processing a cab that wasn't functioning properly. On stage, Noah's eyes catch yours.
He holds the eye contact, breaking your focus from your work momentarily. He looks so wild and tortured when he looks at you. He wants to tear you to pieces and you can feel it in your gut.
When you go backstage, you send the next picture unmercilessly, excited to enrage him further. You fantasize about how hard you're gonna get him.
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You finish the night on the bus couch. You look at your Snapchat, Noah not opening your snap yet. You huff anxiously.
Noah enters the bus with Ruffilo, laughing about something. His eyes land dangerously on you. You have a feeling he has plans for you. Sitting down on the opposite couch, he glares at you hotly and opens his phone. Your core aches.
You see the light flash in his face. You watch your phone for the confirmation of your message being opened, stomach flipping. You see the blue arrow fade to white again. Looking up, you make eye contact with a Noah who is clearly hiding his expression. Danger glints in his eyes. He goes to his phone, typing furiously, brows furrowed.
You dirty fucking girl. You think you're gonna get away with this? Right in front of my friends? I'm gonna make you regret every fucking second when I get my hands on you.
You look up at his hungry eyes. He has a hint of anger on his face that makes you so wet. You bite your lip at him and bat your eyes. You smirk. You see his fist clench. He's about to stand, when Folio requests his help.
Noah sighs quietly. "Sure," he says.
A new message from Noah.
This isn't over.
You text back. Oh, Noah, you have no idea.
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Over the next few days, you keep the pictures flowing into his inbox. He kept threatening your demise, even sending a hot picture of his chest and a little smirk playing on his mouth with a hot pressure in his sweats.
You saved it, just for your eyes.
"God, Noah," you mumbled to yourself.
Finding the last picture, of your complete open pussy and breasts sitting perfectly perky on your chest, you send it straight to Noah.
From your bunk, you can hear Noah groan and turn it into a yawn. A message pops up on your phone.
This is the last fucking straw. What a fucking slut you are. All for me. I'm gonna ravage your little cunt and leave you bruised and used just like you're begging me to.
You almost moan out loud, gasping and soaking yourself.
I double dare you to try.
You taunt him, trying to get his animalistic nature to come out.
You're about to get on my bad side, naughty girl.
Give it all to me, baby. You say back.
Careful what you fucking wish for.
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BAD DECISIONS
CHAPTER ONE.
Noah Sebastian X reader
CW: sex and a ridiculously cringy argument. (p-in-v, shower sex, rough dirty talk)
credits to @emluvsuxo who proofread this chapter and did not tell me how absolutely cringy and shitty it is (xoxo) i promise the other two chapters I've written following this one are better academically, and storyline wise.
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READERS POVÂ
Noah currently had me sprawled out on his bed, his fingers pumping in and out. My head was thrown back with pleasure, but ultimately, I was in a different place. He pauses his movement, âyou good?â he asks, gazing down at me. I nod, mumbling about how I had a rough day.Â
We hooked up often, a stress reliever for both me and him. He wasnât like other boys iâd fucked, he was slow, meaningful and very set on both ends receiving pleasure. However, I always wake up alone. I wasnât beginning to care about that factor until now.Â
When I woke up the next morning, half naked, I just laid there for a while. Why do I all of a sudden need this man for more than just sex. I mean he wasnât ALL that.. With his uhmâŠ.. Fuck.Â
I crave that man from the inside out.
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After a couple of hours of wallowing in delusion with my hands between my legs, I dragged myself out to the studio. I needed to work on a few pieces and get them shipped out. Art was a big passion of mine, it was a great stress reliever (alongside sex with the god himself; noah.) I was successfully channelling every emotion without taking it out on someone else, and turning it into art. Soft music played in the background as I spent hours focusing on every individual brush stroke, trying to perfect this specific piece.Â
I ignored everything for a while, texts from my sister, from my mom, even from noah. I was antsy, and a little dizzy. I was losing daylight, this piece wasnât even remotely done. Iâd have to return to it tomorrow.
I close and lock the door to my studio, heading down the steep flight of stairs to the carpark. I knew Noah went to the gym around here, and prayed silently I wouldn't come across him. I was still incredibly contradicted. Did I really want more from him?Â
The sun had set and I wasn't even half way home yet, clairo played softly over the radio. I was overwhelmed, not sure how to feel about noah. Fuck. Why is bags playing?Â
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Maybe I am in love with him?Â
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NOAH'S POVÂ
I chuck my phone down onto my bed, rubbing my hands over my face. She hasnât responded yet. Maybe she's given up on me.Â
Fuck. I'm painfully hard and I need her soft skin against mine. I hadnât told the boys about her, I didn't intend to ever date her, I donât think. We were merely friends with benefits, I'm not ready for commitment.Â
It isnât like I donât trust her or anything, I'm just scared, and hurt. Natasha fucked me up real bad, hence why we were strictly friends with benefits. No cheating, no trust issues, just meaningless sex. Even though, now when I smell her perfume, it makes me dizzy.  Â
My head was resting on my grey pillows as my hips stuttered, my right hand jerking up and down my cock. Soft groans spilled out of my mouth as my hips snapped up. I was seconds away from cumming when my phone rang, it was her, her contact photo illuminating my entire phone screen. And holy shit it made me cum.Â
I had taken a photo of her, half naked, standing by the big windows in her bedroom. Iâd just fucked her brains out, but she was more intrigued by the moon. I scramble to answer the phone, pulling my pants back up.Â
âHi?â her voice came through my phone speaker.Â
âHi, are you busy right now?â I asked, readjusting my pants.Â
Her soft sigh fills my ears, and I almost moan.Â
âIâm on my way home from the studio, shower sex sounds good enough for you?âÂ
I climb out of bed, mumbling a soft yes.Â
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I pull up to her house at roughly 8pm, letting myself in. She's standing in the kitchen in a pair of paint covered track pants and a sports bra.Â
âYouâre covered in paintâ I grin, watching as she eats a microwavable meal. She looks over herself, an embarrassed smile gracing her pretty face. I swear my pants tighten.Â
âRight. Upstairs. Now.â I smirk, slipping off my shirt.Â
She turns the shower on and hurries to get her clothes off, discarding her silly little lace thong. My hand reaches the back of her neck, pulling her soft lips against mine. It's a clash of teeth, kisses and moans.Â
âBend overâ I growl, spitting on my fingers. She does as she's told, making a show of bending over in the spacious shower. My hand comes down harshly on her pretty ass. I gently trace my fingers over her clit, her breathing quickens.   Â
I lean my head down near her ear, nibbling on it, taking notice of the way her thighs squeeze together at the dirty things I'm whispering in her ear.
My fingers slip inside her tight pussy, pumping in and out. Her soft moans fill the room, blessing my ears. âGonna make you cum, huh?â I groan, watching her clench down on my fingers. âGonna make you cum with just my fingers, you dirty girl.âÂ
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I walk out of the shower, stretching my back. I slip my clothes back on, gathering my stuff to leave. She walks me out, wearing just a tshirt. I clear my throat, turning to face her. She looked up at me, her face littered with a post-orgasmic glow, but her eyes said something different.Â
READERS POV
He pulls me in for a kiss, a magical one at that. I was enjoying it for a moment until I could taste a hint of hennessy. I pull away, feeling a mix of hurt. âSo you just came here to fuck me because you were drunk?!â the words came out before i could even process them. Surprise washes over his face, âw-what?â he mutters, stepping back a little. I rub my hand over my face, why the fuck did i say that?Â
This was going to go south real quick.Â
âAm I no good?âÂ
His face is quizzical, his eyebrows raising. âWhat? Baby-â
âNo. donât call me that. Tell me, am I no good?â the words fell off my lips in a hurry. I felt sick to my stomach, I was head over heels with this man and I needed to know.Â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about-âÂ
I cut him off. âDo you actually want to fuck me? Or am I just the only one willing?â I ask, crossing my arms over. My heart hurt.Â
âI- we talked about this. We are strictly friends with benefits.â Noah responds, shuffling awkwardly back into the house, not wanting to give the neighbours a show. âYouâre not even my fucking friend though! You wonât introduce me to your friends, you only come over for sex!" I yell, shutting the front door. Well yeah. That was the whole point of our relationship, but he couldâve at least been nice enough to.Â
I watch him rub his hand over my face. His leg was bouncing up and down.Â
âYou caught feelings, didnât you?âÂ
My stomach dropped, I mean I hadn't exactly been secretive, but it was still terrifying.Â
âWhy is that so wrong!!â I cried out, tugging at the roots of my hair. Was it because he was some rockstar? Was he just like⊠using me for my body? Ironic isnât it?
He sighs, sitting down on my grey couch.Â
âThis wasnât supposed to happen-âÂ
âCan I be yours?â the words spill out before i can stop myself, a desperate plea. The room is silent again. My hopes are not very high.Â
âWhat-?âÂ
âCan I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours-" I fumble with my words, avoiding eye contact. It felt like I was being burned at the stake.
Panic sets over his face, I panic myself.Â
âWe talked about this- i- i canât do that.â he answers, standing up. Shuffling towards the door.Â
âYou walk out those doors and youâll never see me again-â the words were much harsher than intended, but I was at my wits end. Our relationship was boring, just sex and nothing else. That wasnât what I wanted it to be. God, I felt like some trashy whore.
He faltered his movement slightly, but continued walking.Â
The last thing he said to me was, 'Iâm sorry.' Those words hung in the air, heavy and final, just before I turned away and never saw him again. It wasnât just the apology that hit meâit was the weight behind it, the finality in his voice, as if it were the last thing he could offer, and it still wasnât enough. My chest tightened, and a cold wave of nausea rose in my throat. It was as though his words, meant to bring closure, had instead unravelled something inside me, leaving me hollow and raw. I couldnât breathe, couldnât thinkâjust the echo of his voice and the bitter sting of what could never be fixed.
The door slammed shut, making the thin walls of the lifeless house shake. Bile rose in my throat, I ran up the creaky stairs, my voice a mixture of pained cries and gagging.Â
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For days, I couldnât stop hearing those wordsâhis apology. It looped in my mind like a broken record, each repetition digging deeper. But as the days wore on, I started to realise something. Maybe the hardest part wasn't that heâd hurt me. It was that I was still holding on to the hurt, still letting it have power over me. I had to choose to let go.
authors note:
yes, I know I made this story out to be so much juicier and written so much better, just have some patience. I wrote this literally like 2 months ago and have increasingly gotten better.
Taglist: @lilcrazy011 @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard
let me know if youâd like to be added
credits: whoever made that divider ily. i swear it was @silent-stories do correct me if I'm wrong.
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Ooh can i request a hc of what kind of Lingerie the Bad Omens crew would like you to wear if you feel like it?
warnings: smut, 18+ under the cut, taking pictures/videos of reader during sexual activities, masturbation, slight dom!reader, let me know if anything else should be mentioned
âŒïžreal person fiction under the cut
Matt
Our plant boy loves to see you in this cute flower lingerie. He enjoys scrolling through lingerie eshops while they're going to another city on a bus and he's bored. He doesn't tell you, but he orders you few new sets, because he knows you'll know what do you when the package arrives at your house. You get all dressed up in the new set he bought you, do your makeup and hair all pretty just for him. First you take few pictures in mirror, then on bed and then you put your phone in the ceiling holder so that when you hit record and lay down, everything is seen. You make sure to hold eye contact with the camera, you start with running your hands over your whole body, teasing yourself. When your hand reaches your core, you're so done for. Your other hand takes your right breast out of the bra cup and starts playing with your nipple, your eyes slightly closed and your mouth slips "Matt" or "like this" moan every few seconds. Slowly you feel the orgasm building in your lower belly and when it takes over you, you throw your head back while trying to catch your breath. After you come down from your high, you set your eyes back on the phone and bring your fingers to your mouth. Your eyes tell Matt "wish you were here" over the screen until you're sure you cleaned your fingers. New lingerie package arrives exactly two days after Matt sees the video.
Noah
Noah loves red on you. Clothes, lipstick, but especially lingerie. He loves it that much he never takes it of off you. Panties? Just slides them to the side or buys the ones that have hole in them. Bra? No problem, takes your boobs out or buys you the one that has only the edges. He tells you compliments every few seconds. "Such a pretty girl, only for my eyes." or "Look how pretty you look." when he fucks you from behind and holds you up so your back is against his chest. You're facing the mirror next to your bed and he has your jaw in his big hand to make sure you're watching. Noah also loves taking pictures or videos of you, consentually of course. Especially when you're on your back and your legs are around his neck, he points the camera first at your face and chest, to see your boobs bounce and your fucked out face, then he moves it lower to where his finger is playing with your clit and where he's going in and out of you, so he has something to watch when he's away.
Folio
I get submissive vibes from Folio, so his favorite is when you wear leather black lingerie with harness and heels. He loves laying down on your shared bed, his hands tied to the corners and you on top him. You'd sit on his groin, teasing him with some dry humping first. Maybe lean back on his legs and play with yourself making him watch with lust and desire in his eyes. Then you'd slowly strip him down from his underwear, not wasting any time and sliding down on his shaft. Folio would throw his head back in bliss, moving his hips up to get more from you. You'd dig your nails in his chest to get stable and start moving, enjoying Folio's eyes looking at your face, your body, the place where you're connected or when he can't keep them open. But it's not that easy with you, you don't give him the satisfaction too easily. But he doesn't mind, he has smirk on his face the whole time, enjoying your dominance until that smirk is replaced with open mouth full of moans when you give him what he wants.
Nick
Nick loves you in cute pink girly lingerie. He's a romantic, he's gentle and he treats you like a princess. Nick worships your body slowly, kissing you everywhere, taking his time with you. When he takes it off, he first takes one strap off your arm and kisses your shoulder, then slowly drags it down and exposes your breast, then makes sure to kiss your skin there too. When he's taking off your panties, he's extremely slow, because he wants to see you pout and hear your desperate "please Nick". He takes his time with kissing your tummy and thighs before he finally dives his head where you want him the most. When it comes to fucking you, he wants missionary, because he can be close to you, see your every reaction to his actions and he can kiss you every now and then. He likes to gently bite your neck or boobs, just to hear your breathing become uneven. He takes your time with you, especially before he has to leave for tour.
Jolly
Jolly = husband material, so he loves to see you in white. Before or after he makes you his wife. It makes you look innocent and pure. But it also gets him going, so he has to buy you new set every few weeks. When he sees you walk out from bathroom in it, he doesn't waste any time and starts taking it off of you. He wants it off now, so he's not carefull and he either ruins the bra or panties, just mumbling against your lips "I'll buy you a new one." so you just laugh at his eagerness. You'd buy something super cute for your wedding night, like the first picture. And he'd keep that one. He'd take it out from the closet only on special nights, that way you know it's gonna be long night full of orgasms.
#bad omens#noah sebastian#noah sebastian x reader#matt dierkes#matt dierkes x reader#jolly karlsson#jolly karlsson x reader#nick folio#nick folio x reader#nick ruffilo#nick ruffilo x reader#bad omens fanfic#bad omens x reader
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Fic Recs
Please note all fics listed are RPF, and most of them are 18+ so do not interact if you are a minor.
Iâve seen some people making fic recs and wanted to make my own and wanted to share all of my favorites because theyâre all truly stunning. Iâm also obviously going to continue adding to them as more works are put out so this will be ongoing.
And just forewarning you, I read an unreasonable amount of smut so these recs are probably at least 70% smut related (fear not though, I put a warning key on each page so you can see whatâs what).
Noah Sebastian Part 2
Nick Folio
Nicholas Ruffilo
Jolly Karlsson
Matt Dierkes
Misc.
#bad omens#noah sebastian#joakim jolly karlsson#nicholas ruffilo#nick folio#nick folio x reader#nick folio smut#nicholas ruffilo smut#nicholas ruffilo x reader#jolly karlsson smut#jolly karlsson fluff#jolly karlsson x reader#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian smut#noah sebastian fluff#noah sebastian angst#matt dierkes smut#matt dierkes x reader#matt dierkes fluff#matt dierkes angst#nick folio fluff#nick folio angst#nicholas ruffilo fluff#nicholas ruffilo angst#jolly karlsson angst#bad omens x reader#bad omens smut#bad omens fluff#bad omens fanfiction
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What are your thoughts on face sitting? đ
oh baby i have THOUGHTS and im not sure who you care to hear about so you get them AAALLLL (Matt included đ)
NSFW under the cut âĄÌ
Noah is a munch right? we know this. but i definitely feel like he reserves face sitting for when heâs feeling desperate. for when heâs been away for months and all he can think about is your pussy and drowning in it, and what better way than to be under you? hands roaming up to grip your boobs, scratching down your stomach just to reach your hips and pinch at them a little to trigger you to really ride his tongue. he just wants to make you feel good. he just wants you to be a babbling mess. he doesnât care if that ends with him creaming his pants either.
Nicholas i feel like will do it if you want too. itâs not his go to way of eating you out. Nicholas really likes having his way with you and thatâs just not the ideal way to do it. but if thatâs what you REALLY want to do, heâs not ever gonna say no. Heâs still gonna have his way. Heâll get you real close to the edge a couple times, just too stop all actions and look up at you. âwhat bunny? iâm just doing what you asked.â all smug and when you just whine, heâd nip at your clit just to get your attention. then MAYBE heâd let you cum.
Jolly is a hit or miss guy when it comes to eating you out in general I feel like. so if he gets in a mood where he just has to taste you. heâll pull you into any nearest room, lift your skirt up (or pull your pants down) and immediately attack your cunt like itâs the last thing heâll ever taste. he doesnât care how youâre set up, where you are. heâll just do it. Now, heâd 100% anytime he could get your head hanging off the bed just so he can shove his cock down your throat. but thatâs a thought for another time.
Folio will straight up do whatever you want. he aims to please you. no matter what you want. and if it ends up with you soaking his face? he is SOLD. but bare in mind, just because heâll do what you want doesnât mean itâs that simple. Folioâs a tease. heâll kitten lick your clit until youâre crying for him to do more. and he loves when you cry for him, just pushes him more into it. heâd definitely be the one to overstimulate you to the point of no return too. when i said if you soaks his face, thatâs his end goal. he wants to feel you for the next week.
Matt CRAVES your pussy. so one day when you very shyly bring up to the man that you wanna sit on his face, heâs laying down on his couch before your sentence is over. âCmon pretty baby, your throne is waiting.â heâd be super gentle and soft with you at first too. hands on your thighs, squeezing every once in a while. but when he starts to pick up pace and your moans start getting louder thatâs all it takes for him to get desperate. youâre riding his tongue, occasionally leaning forward enough to rub over his strained cock which truly just causes Matt to moan into your pussy like a whore when he does finally cum in his pants. heâs really just happy he got to taste you, heâs not even the slightest bit embarrassed either. because to him? youâre a Goddess.
#noah sebastian smut#bad omens smut#jolly karlsson smut#nicholas ruffilo smut#nick folio smut#matt dierkes smut#matt dierkes headcannon#nick folio headcannon#nicholas ruffilo headcannon#jolly karlsson headcannon#bad omens headcanons#noah sebastian headcanons#noah sebastian blurb#bad omens blurb#nick folio blurb#nicholas ruffilo blurb#jolly karlsson fanfiction#matt dierkes x reader
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friday night, movie night (matt dierkes x reader one shot)
authors note: so even though i am working on finishing writing chapters of my other stories this just flew out of my fingers in between whilst listening to music lol đ«Łđ« so i just had to post this heheh. hope u enjoy this short one shot! (:
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the evening started with a comfortable silence between us. my head is leaning against matt's shoulders and we both watch one of our favorite movies, enjoying each other's company as our eyes take in the big tv screen in front of us, with the film's animated movements and words we can both dream by now.
now and then a giggle or chuckle escapes our lips at funny sentences and scenarios, the warm sounds making this moment just as special as every friday movie night we spend together. we have been doing this for two years now, ever since we became best friends. it's something that has brought us closer, discovering humor, similar interests and character traits from each other.
but there has always been tickling something underneath it all. something that has grown thick in the air between us since a couple of months. something shifted-something has changed about the way we look at each other. the way we need each other.
i feel matt's body move against me as he laughs about something funny, making my eyes look up at him as i take in his joyful brown eyes and the grin on his lips. i must have been staring for a little too long, because matt's eyes then shift from the bright screen lighting up the dark living room around us to my eyes, taking every detail of his face as his eyes get their usual laughing wrinkles around them, the once i have grown to love so much.
an amused smile now tugs at his lips as he looks at me. 'y/n, this movie is funny as fuck. why are you looking at me?'
i swallow at his words, as a low chuckle escapes my lips, feeling my pulse quickening underneath my skin as his stare grows way too intense for my heart to handle. 'i have seen it so many times already. i just rather look at you now instead.'
matt's eyebrows raise at that, his smile growing bigger now as a slight glint of playfulness comes to life in his eyes as well. 'is that so? you're saying that one of our favorite movies of all time is not that interesting anymore all of a sudden, hm?'
i shift on the couch, moving my head from his broad shoulder so i can look at him better. the smile on my lips mirrors the emotions that he holds in his glance, and i nod. 'guess so, yeah.'
the corner of his mouth tugs up even more by hearing those words, narrowing his eyes a little as he takes in my expression for a moment. 'you want me to turn the movie off?'
my heart flutters out of excitement and nerves, the tension now growing thicker in the air, more than it ever has, as we both seem to agree that we want to break the already crooked line between friendship and something more now. we definitely crave much more than just a friendly bubbly night, and at the way matt leans forward to grab the remote and turn the tv off in a quick movement, i just know that this will be our best friday movie night so far.
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Just Pretend Universe
Here you will find all of the stories that take place in the Just Pretend universe! The main series is a Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader fic with a few spin offs with Matt Dierkes and Jolly Karlsson! The spin-offs can be read as a standalone but you might be a tad confused.
I plan to add more to this master list once I start writing more spin-offs!
If anyone wants to read it in chronological order with all the spin-offs, this is the reading order:
JP chapters 1-22
Fika Part 1 and 2
JP chapters 23-25.
Unveiled Hearts: it kind of intertwines with chapter 25 of JP.
Boundless: can be read honestly whenever after UH because itâs basically a standalone smut fic.
JP chapters 26-29.
All Eternity
För Alltid
Dreamstate
JP chapter 30
Oialë
JP chapter 31[END]
Just Pretend: âI can wait for years, heaven knows Iâm not getting over you.â
A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.[MAIN SERIES]
Dreamstate: Noah finds himself stuck in a void of dreamstate.[takes place between chapters 29 and 30 in Just Pretend]
Unveiled Hearts-Matt and Faye still canât confess their feelings for each other. Crossing the line from friends to lovers could change the dynamics of the tour of the Concrete Jungle. An accidental kiss reveals the truth hidden behind small smiles and laughter. They both know that the smart thing would be to forget it ever happened. But some kisses are so spectacular that they change everything.
Boundless- Faye has a secret fantasy that she wants to act out with Matt, who has a proposition for her in return.
All Eternity-Matt has a promise to prove to Faye.
Oialë-Matt meets up with Faye at a familiar place.
Fika-To appease her dying fatherâs wishes, Astrid takes over the family coffee shop: FĂŻka. Plans to restore it to its former glory: setting her dreams and ambitions aside- that is until she meets an unexpected stranger. This very stranger changes the trajectory of her life PART ONE | PART TWO
För Alltid- The rope that binds Jolly and Astrid together is bound to snap. Can they tighten it before it's too late?
#tina talks#noah sebastian#bad omens#matt dierkes#bad omens cult#joakim jolly karlsson#jolly x astrid#faye x matt#just pretend noah sebastian#just pretend universe
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idk who is solely responsible for the filth that is under the cut in this post but @sitkowski posted the photo @deathblacksmoke brought it to my attention and then @baddestomens mentioned mean matt/sweet jolly so⊠hereâs this fucking thing.
18+MDNI
Your back is pressed against Jollyâs chest. He's got his legs wrapped around yours spreading them open wide while Matt has his face buried in your pussy. Matt has two fingers deep inside of you and youâre already crying from overstimulation. Heâs pulled two orgasms from you already and heâs trying to coax a third finger in you. Youâre whining. Tears falling steadily down your cheeks. You canât take a third finger, you just canât. Matt pulls his mouth from you and drags his fingers out so heâs drawing slow circles around your entrance. Youâre so close to your third orgasm and itâs torture.
âPoor little baby. canât take my fingers, can you?â He bites the inside of your thigh and you writhe beneath him, pushing your cunt in his face begging for him to start again. Matt laughs.
âLook at our little slut, Jolls. Canât take what I give her but begging for more.â
You feel Jollyâs hand curl around your throat, but thereâs no pressure behind it. He licks the tears from your face, placing featherlight kisses between licks. His free hand splays over your belly, soothing you with a warm touch.
âYou think you can take more for us, love? Youâve done so well. just one more finger and Matty will let you cum,â
The only response you can give is the tiniest whimper.
âNeed your words, sweet girl,â Jolly nuzzles into your neck.
âY-Yes, sir. I can take it. Wanna be good for you.â
âThatâs our good girl,â Jolly praises and nods towards Matt. Hewastes no time working a third finger inside of you. Your vision immediately goes white hot, your back arching. They both hold you down as you convulseâJolly sinks his teeth into your neck and Matt keeps his torturous pace with his fingers and tongue.
The adoration in Matt's eyes as you drench his face makes your heart swell. As mean as he can be, he never fails to show you how proud he is afterwards.
#jolly karlsson x reader#matt dierkes x reader#matt dierkes blurb#jolly karlsson blurb#bad omens blurb
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I just really wanted to make a Bad Omens version of this meme. Also because Iâm 5â3 and Noah is 6â3, so he really would have to lean down to kiss me. Giving yâall a slight face reveal as well.
#noah sebastian#bad omens#nowah#joakim jolly karlsson#nick folio#nick ruffilo#matt dierkes#noah âĄ#noah sebastian imagine#noah sebastian x reader
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BAD OMENS M.C. (Coming Soon)
Bad Omens Biker AU | A Nick Folio One Shot
ALL IMAGES CREATED BY ME. PLEASE GIVE PROPER CREDIT.
When Charlie Parker accidentally witnesses a high-stakes deal gone wrong between the notorious Bad Omens M.C. and a rival club, her life takes a dramatic turn. Now a target, she is forced to seek out protection only the club can provide and is introduced to the gritty, high-octane world of the SoCal criminal underground. As she tries to make sense of her dangerous new reality, Charlie finds herself drawn to the club's enigmatic president, whose dark allure is as dangerous as it is compelling. With threats closing in, she must navigate the chaos of the club, all while questioning if her growing feelings will be her salvation or her undoing.
INTRODUCING THE CAST OF BAD OMENS MC:
Nick Folio - President of Bad Omens MC
Noah Sebastian - Vice President of Bad Omens MC
Nicholas Ruffilo - Sergeant at Arms of Bad Omens MC
Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson - Secretary/Treasurer of Bad Omens MC & International Liaison
Matt Dierkes - Member of Bad Omens MC & Intelligence Officer
Jesse Cash - Vice President of ERRA MC & BOMC Liaison
ALL IMAGES CREATED BY ME. PLEASE GIVE PROPER CREDIT.
#author: thatchickwiththecamera#bad omens au#bad omens#bad omens cult#badomenscult#nick folio#noah sebastian#nicholas ruffilo#joakim jolly karlsson#jolly karlsson#matt dierkes#jesse cash#nick folio fanfic#nick folio fanfiction#bad omens fanfic#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens smut#bad omens fic#nick folio smut#nick folio x ofc#bad omens x ofc#bad omens imagine#bad omens band#nicholas ruffilo fanfic#noah sebastian fanfic#jolly karlsson fanfic#jesse cash fanfic#matt dierkes fanfic
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Dude.... I had a seriously crazy dream about Noah because of this picture. What started out as a simple sitting on his lap and being soft and sweet moment turned into subtly grinding a little too much on him and instigating his inner beast. Somewhere down the line, a set of keys leads to a soundproof recording booth, a chair, and underwear that he's never seen you in that drives him absolutely wild.
Good lord, I have no idea where the dream came from, but holy hell, let me tell you... I'm working up a one-shot about it now. Shit! If you want tagged let me know đ„”đ„”
#noah x reader#noah sebastian#noah sebastian fanfiction#noah sebastian one shot#bad omens cult#bad omens band#bad omens#nick folio#nicholas ruffilo#jolly karlsson#bad omens fanfiction#matt dierkes
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Ya know what I need? Matty in a maskâŠ.
NFSW
sneaking into ur apartment to play out his perverted lil games *consenting ofc* but like hiding out until your home and making a big deal on how delicious you look when you look up all scared and breathless at him from the floor after being chased around.
All dressed in black down to his boots that make it even more intimidating when he hunts you down after youâve managed to slip away and hide. He may even have you grind on his boots while he has you tied up in front of him, tutting at you and promising to make you clean up your mess later.
Him literally just using you as an object, making you cum until you cry and then still continues anyways since he hasnât yet and wants to watch you break. Probably making you wear the mask since pretty little playthings donât need to seen just heardâŠ.
Itâs not even 10am and I need to be knocked out I cannot FOCUS IN ANYTHING BUT MATTY
#bad omens#bad omens smut#matt bad omens#matty thots#matt dierkes x reader#matt dierkes smut#mayhem thots#mayhem thots Matty#matt dierkes#nicholas ruffilo#jolly karlsson#joakim jolly karlsson#bad omens band#nick ruffilo#bad omens cult#noah sebastian
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Noah dating girly girl
When you two first met at a mutual friend's party you were wearing the girliest outfit you could think of
It was pink dress with glitter, white sandals and white purse
Your hair was nicely done in curls and half up
Your makeup was light, just some glitter on your eyelids and pink lipstick
He couldn't miss you in a room full of people dressed in dark colors
He found it kinda funny, but also cute
You kept catching his attention all the time, he couldn't keep his eyes off you
The boys noticed it and kept making small jokes about how this tall tattooed man can be shy to aproach you when you're looking like little polly pocket doll
He just didn't know how to start a converastion with you, based on your looks he thought you two would be different and wouldn't get along
But you noticed his eyes on you, how could you not
Because even in the room full of tatted people in dark clothes he still stood out
You two eventually started talking and exchanged numbers
Few dates lead to making things official
Noah was be amazed by how easy you make it look to always be put together, to be always good dressed, have natural makeup, have great hair
He found it funny when you two moved in together how easy it was to tell which side of bathroom was yours
Or what side of your walk in closet was yours
He loves to see you at BO shows
You mentioned once that it would be cool if you had BO merch in pink, as a joke, you didn't mind wearing dark colors
But Noah had it made for you
So he always finds you in the crowd or on the side of stage in your pink BO merch
And it always makes him smile how you jump and scream with him when he sings dethrone, while being the cutest person he has ever seen
Bryan would always capture the cutest moments of the two of you, showing how different you look on the outside
For example when you're all chilling in the green room after show, you wearing your pink BO t-shirt and Noah has the same one in black, you're sitting next to each other on couch and laughing at something Folio said
The difference is just on the outside tho, opposites attract each other right?
You have similar interests, sense of humor, opinions, dreams and goals
You make him do spa nights, where you do his face masks, wash his hair with special products and make him wear matching robes with you
He secretly loves it
He loves how you stand out in the group, he can always see you
He loves how you insist on taking off your makeup every night even though you were out drinking or if you come home from tour and are jet lagged as hell
He loves it when you're wearing his dark clothes
He loves finding your little pink accessories all over his studio or in his car
He loves that he has someone who is always bright and happy and full of positive and feminine energy
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to all of the people who left and continue to leave this website today because they no longer feel safe here
i hope all of you are able to find and protect your peace because nothing is worth sacrificing your mental health and sanity
i wish none of you were leaving and i hope this space becomes safe again soon so you all at least have the choice to come back, even if you decide not to
my heart is hurting knowing how many of you have been personally affected by this
when i joined this community everything was focused on the same thing, which was the bad omens boys
it was light hearted and fun and it felt like such a refreshing break from all of the shit in our personal lives and now it seems that things have completely done a 180
the way certain people here choose to behave is nauseating and some of you need genuine psychiatric help if you think its okay to wish death on others and their families and children
itâs been so disheartening to watch what was once a lovely and warm space become a place full of negativity and ill will
to everyone who chooses to stay, iâm glad youâre here and i hope we can all find a way to come together and make this a space that everyone wants to be in again
iâm not afraid to express my opinion and will most likely continue to in the future, but i think i wonât say much else about this specific situation moving forward because at this point, continuing to entertain it will only hurt even more people and at some point, there simply wonât be anyone left to drive away
please everyone, try to move past this and not drag it out so we can attempt to get back to even just a small fraction of normalcy
i hope youâre all okay
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