Popstar 🪩✨
headcanon: how the moon boys would be if you were a popstar
pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader; established relationship
Warnings: smut, suggestive language, swear words, anxiety, panicking
18+ only!!!!
- side note: grammar isn’t my biggest concern, didn’t realise how similar of an approach I took for both Jake and Marc until now, hope that’s okay bb’s xx -
I imagined wearing Sabrina Carpenters recent tour outfits for this!
In no way is she associated with the story, I am solely using her outfits as inspiration, that is it. I do not mean any sexualisation or harm to and of her. I fully respect her as a human being. Please take in the outfits and the outfits ALONE as inspiration, as I am! respect women and their bodies <3
Jake
MY GOD. this man. He would be all over you as a popstar. He’s completely obsessed and is head over heels in love with you. He would help you get dressed and touch up your hair backstage. “you’re gonna do so well, amor” he says, reassuring you as you begin to have anxiety before your performance. “just think about how much they love you”. Jake seeing you in the outfit above takes everything in him not to rip your white lace tights off and fuck you right on the spot. he couldn’t take it anymore, and would absolutely take you inside a private room and have you bent over. “don’t let them hear you, Amor” he says smirking. It takes everything in him not to do it all over again, seeing the way you’re dolled up. He absolutely respects what you want to wear, in love with each look of yours, though from time to time he’ll ask you to wear the same outfit but in red / pink / whatever he wants. he helps pick out your clothes, the man loves to dress you. He absolutely loves seeing you dolled up, and seeing how passionate you are about what you do. it makes him happy that you’re happy. When you feel anxiety starts to creep up before stage, he one hundred percent will reassure you are going to be okay using physical affection- make out seshes backstage, sweet praises, telling you how good you look while his hands explore your body. He loved having you a moaning mess before you headed on to stage. Seeing you on stage is another thing. He’s obsessed with every word you say, your voice, the way you’re dancing sensually, the way your lips move. the man is crazy in love. Take a good guess of what he does backstage when you’ve completed your set.
Marc
MARC. Marc would help you take out the rollers in your hair, as he admires you in the mirror, a full face, hair in rollers, sitting in your white silk robe. “you look absolutely stunning, baby” he says with his thick accent, as he turns you around and caresses your thigh with strong eye contact. You make him wait outside to change because you wanted to surprise him. “my angel…” he whispers in disbelief as he sees you for the first time, and will do this each performance night, even if it’s the same look he’s seen, because he’ll never get enough of you, and is always in disbelief that you are his. (you would have to resist him being in your changing room a thousand times, knowing how it’s going to end) “Come here” he’d leave kisses everywhere along your chest and arms. He absolutely loves it when you wear corsets and thigh high socks / boots, it drives him wild. If you’re open to it, he’d ask if he can make you feel good, fingers interlocked, as he goes down on you in your dressing room, to relieve the stress he knew you were feeling. Plus he couldnt wait any longer, seeing your glowy Victoria secret model inspired makeup paired with your confidence turned him on. “Let me make you feel good, baby”. He loved everything about you, the sweet scent you were wearing drove him insane, as he caresses your arms and takes your forearm to smell and kiss, as he towers over you. God, they would both absolutely tower over you and you loved every second of it. He’s quick to pick up when something’s wrong, he would absolutely shower you in forehead kisses, reassuring everything is going to be fine and you’re going to kill it out there. He would for sure bring up evidence on why he knows you’re gonna do so well, bringing up the previous rehearsals he wouldn’t dare to miss (no matter how long they were, he loved hearing you and watching you sing and work) and saying how angelic you sounded in them, and that you were gonna sound just as beautiful on stage, possibly even more “if it’s humanly possible” he says. When you’re verbally panicking, marc would respond to every sentence you blurb out, out of stress and anxiety. “I’m gonna fall over” “I’ll catch you, baby” “what if they laugh at me” “they’re here to support you” “what if I muck up the lyrics” “then that’s okay, it’s okay to make mistakes” he says as he has you sitting on a platform, him standing between your legs and caressing your hair. he would be so reassuring and loving. As you’re performing, he would look at you like you hung up the stars for him. He would be in absolute awe of you, and still cannot believe you are real, sharing your light with this earth. He scans you, and reads you like a book. he can tell when you’re getting nervous, and will mouth sweet words to you “it’s okay, baby” “you’re alright” as he gives you a reassuring look. He’s obsessed and loves the way your legs look on stage, decorated in lace, glowing in the beautiful light. you would dance sensually, being the biggest tease to him knowing he’s watching your every move, and knowing damn well what he’s going to do to you right after you finish your performance. “you did so good, baby” he kisses you on the forehead. “now I’m gonna show you what happens to brats when they tease me like that” he says smirking, grabbing your hand and leading you to your room. afterwards, he’d lean onto you, caressing your face, looking into your eyes and admiring your features, telling you how proud he is of you. His brows are furrowed, eyes on your lips, caressing it with his thumb pad “you were incredible, baby”.
thank you for reading xoxo mwahh 🎀
