#Måneskin dependence

[hannieehaee]

minghao fits for your love by måneskin so much like he would be that much of a simp for his partner

18+ / mdi

content: simp!minghao, softdom!minghao, afab reader, established relationship, smut, mentions of fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1103

a/n: i absolutely agree his ass would be absolutely obsessed w his partner (give him to me).

masterlist

your relationship with minghao had always been pure bliss. he gave every part of himself to you, and you did the same. your joy was his, and he could relish in knowing that this was mutual.

however, it could never be truly mutual.

not to insinuate that minghao loved you more than you did him (he did), but minghao knew there was just no way for you to fully grasp the way he felt for you. he was certain no one could ever love anyone as much as he did you.

whenever minghao was around you, he was overtaken by this possessive nature that made him dependent on your attention. he wanted to be the first thought in your mind every morning, the song stuck in your head, the only man you ever thought of.

normally, he'd be embarrassed by displaying such neediness for someone, but he couldn't help but relish in his feelings for you. your constant encouragement also didn't help.

it was like heaven, your relationship. he loved loving you, and you reeled him right in with every single look. knowing that you enjoyed his affections as much as he enjoyed giving them to you had him on a constant high.

and this dynamic showed up in every aspect of your relationship.

from domestic mornings in which he'd hold you from behind and breathe in your scent as you cooked breakfast for him. to nights spent suffocating between your thighs as you cried his name and pulled at his hair. your pleasure was his own, and nothing made him feel more complete.

~

"h-hao, you don't have to-"

"need it. it'll feel so good, angel", he practically growled against your ear, his stomach caving in at the pretty sighs you were letting out at his simplest touches.

"but you already made me cum with your fingers two times ... need you, hao," you whined, making meek efforts to draw his fingers away despite his strong hold on you.

you were currently sitting between his legs, back against his chest as he took turns between fondling your breasts and playing with your cunt. by now, he had already driven you to orgasm with his fingers two times over, and had now begun to entice you into letting him lay you on the bed so he could take his rightful place between your legs.

despite all your weak attempts at convincing him of letting you have his cock, he managed to convince you to let him have his way with you through soft touches and sensual caresses.

now between your legs, he did his usual routine of kissing up and down your thighs, sucking and licking at the supple skin as you breathed so prettily above him.

"h-hao. fuck, please ..." you cried after a good five minutes of his teasing.

"i know, angel. 'm just enjoying you, yeah? love this pretty body so much ... wanna mark it everywhere. make it mine," his eyes never left your body, completely hypnotized at the sight.

"but i need you so bad. want you to fuck me, please- ah!"

he interrupted your pleas by finally diving into your cunt, going at full force despite his previously soft touches. he licked and sucked in ways he knew drove you insane, feeling immense pleasure at the way you'd pull at his hair and wiggle under him at the feeling of his tongue against your cunt.

he could've cum from just this (and he had before), but today he wanted to finish you off as fast as he could. he was craving you around him so badly. the warmth against his face had him groaning at how hotly your cunt would wrap around him in just a few minutes.

his hips canted against the bed against his will, feeling far too aroused to control his body as you cried and cried at his touch. fortunately, he was able to draw you to orgasm before his own took over.

"that's it, beautiful. cum for me, fuck. so pretty ... feel my tongue while you cum, yeah?", he mumbled against your cunt, licking you all through your orgasm. he loved letting you know how much he enjoyed making you cum. it always made you twitch under him and react in ways that had his own mind blanking at the sight.

when he finally brought you back to earth with him, he laid you on the middle of the bed, giving himself room to crawl on top of you. with no warning, he kissed you, forcing your own taste into your mouth. it only took you some second to process his kiss and begin kissing him back, groaning along with him at the nastiness of it.

"gonna give it to you now, okay, angel?", he breathed against your lips, "been so good for me ... love you so much. gonna make you feel so good."

"please. need you so fucking bad. c-can't wait anymore."

he plunged into you after that, eyes rolling back at the warm and wet haven he was now being overtaken by. despite wanting to be soft and doting, his body couldn't help itself. he loved the feeling of you too badly to control his movements. he had been waiting far too long now, giving you three orgasms before seeking pleasure for himself.

"is this what you wanted? hmm? your cunt full of cock?", he loved talking you through it; making you tell him how good he made you feel.

"yes, love it so much! love you so much, fuck."

"l-love you more ... you have no idea, pretty. so fucking addicted to you", he groaned at the way you tightened at his words, "'m so close, shit. need you to cum with me, okay, beautiful? just follow me, yeah?"

"a-anything for you, my love," you sighed, eyes glossy from the tears of pleasure.

he counted you down in whispers against your ear, groaning when you followed through and gave yourself up to him and let your orgasm take over. he did the same, burying his head against your neck to muffle his cries of pleasure.

he slumped against you after his high subsided, giving himself a few moments to recover before cleaning you up with a nearby rag and laying down next to you, holding you against his arms as he did every night.

"my angel ..." he sighed with a kiss against your cheek, "your love is everything to me. you're everything," he mumbled.

you were probably too tired to fully process his words, but they were words he repeated to you every night, so you responded without a second thought, "love you, minghao."

[romcomeon]

⌞ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 ! ⌝

⨾ honey, are you coming. can't help that it's worth it.

⨾ she's a '90s supermodel. sfw version, barbatos x gn!mc, obey me x måneskin, electricguitarist!mc, we got an awestruck + lovedrunk combo for the butler with this one, established relationships, mildly suggestive, song fic? there are lyrics of the songs sprinkled throughout. use of they/them pronouns, use of petnames [dearest, baby]

⨾ i'm beggin', beggin' you. wc ≈ 3.0K

⨾ sip the gossip. very short. very unserious. last-minute barbatos gift cus i wasn't able to finish the type i error fic. happy birthday barbi, i present to you the metalhead partner of your greediest fantasies/j oh and yes this was a reupload, since this early in the morning i wanted to fix this a bit, so pardon for that ;v;

You can't deny yourself the pleasure of different genres.

A contrast that sticks out: when you expected one instance from something, but the result shows one that is significantly different. The thing is, it can 't just be good or not; it all depends on how you take it. Sometimes, it makes you wonder what songs they play at the palace of so-called miseries.

How there's a long multitude of music to enjoy for each and everyone. It's universal, per say, and as refine as other music is sought out to be, sometimes all you ever desire has to unleash the inner turmoil burning deep within your chest.

It didn't have to be real, it just had to feel real.

⸻⸻⸻

The riff, the bass, starting notes shifting from F#5 to C#5: all were familiar harmonies to Barbatos' ears. It's odd, as usually festivities didn't start around the rising moon. Ideally around noon to account for preparations, though some would opt to drown their worries in the morning to fully immerse themselves in celebration at night.

He never anticipated waking up to the sound of speakers blaring the strongly magnified tones to breach the walls of the Demon Lord's Castle. He never imagined hearing static transforming into rhythmic tunes, with certain notes switching and playing in an alluring sequence. He, for one, never imagined for such music to play so strongly; drawing him out his bed as these notes dragged the butler by an invisible rope.

While he can and could predict it, Barbatos doesn't mind. He would put away all his power and oneself if it meant obtaining 'utmost satisfaction'.

As it was five in the morning along the Devildom clock. Around a time the earliest of early birds would wake up, yes, although most would be tucked to sleep; especially fellow RAD attendees where classes start 9 o'clock on the dot. Yet something compelled a glance out the window, a need to see something— confirm reality or cease the imagination.

It's not that he was compelled to check if the song itself was correct. Frankly, it was plainly obvious even to a casual listener. If you have a trouble discerning a song from many others as "all instrumentals sound the same" even when the latter song could be pitched at an octave higher, the lyrics reinforced that assumption.

"What's your thoughts about religion?" the voice growled out. Stable yet shaky, all while keeping a snappy tempo. As if each word paused right by a period or comma; semicolon or dashes while repeating the same set of harmonics for every subsequent syllable. "Are you close to your mother?"

Hook him by word of mouth, entrance him by the tongue. It feels so good — almost frightening.

Jade eyes momentarily widened, blinking. Barbatos had to pull the red curtain away to get a better glimpse. The sky stood still, vaguely illuminated by the neon city lights. You were standing on what appears to be one of Diavolo's unused vehicles: he could tell from the long angular model, the nonreflective maroon surface, and the firing golden plate number at its front. Hidden within dark igneous clouds, light tried seeping through every chance it got. Through hellish landscapes, you looked heaven sent.

"Tell me 'bout your dream vacation, and all of your ex lovers," the line delivery followed by the subtle click of your tongue. Immediately after that you had to move your fingers along the guitar strings as if you didn't want him to catch a break.

As if the moon abides in your favour, the light illuminated was enough to cast an iridescent spotlight. The white perfectly spit from turquoise and pink, hitting your sweaty cheeks and crinkled yellow shirt. While your five-year-old and counting electric guitar shone back most of the light, you were basked in it. Others reflect these colors, yet you embody them like crystalline gems.

Barbatos had to be honest, he gasped at the moment you whipped your hair back while seemingly losing yourself to the music.

"Is it..." the butler whispered to himself. He couldn't perish the thought of reality. You were there, right before his eyes, performing on stage but trapped in your own psychic tapestry.

In moments notice, he'd stand there frozen. The human, beloved by many, master of the avatars, representative of humanity, was strumming along to the guitar like a maniac. The long wires connected to large speakers, and not only that, you had a mic. A working microphone stand.

Many thoughts circled is head, and before one knew it, he had already been perched up at the balcony. Still in his sage green slacks, he clung to the marble ridges of the railing.

Tell him, what's that look on your face? The widest grin with a smile that reaches your eyes, added to furrowed brows while you squint to not get too blinded by the light.

"He puts his hands on his hips, begging 'please end this conversation'..."

The speakers thump to your every word, and all remains from the night before rolled up to a perfectly adorable little summary. For one, the shirt you wore irked the faint smell of Barbatos' cologne, and how it had stains along its seams.

You forced the mic closer to you, your legs tapping along to the music. "Baby said, 'when you talk, and I go dead' 'just your mouth, give me your head."

All it did for the ever growing fire in your soul to ignite was seeing him break into a smile. His elbow on the railing, his resting the side of his face on his had. You knew he'd really want this.

Does he deserve it? My my... You're a diamond.

Alone at parties in a deadly silhouette, it came to a drastic surprise when those who aren't too familiar with the Lord's butler had an affinity for such genre. Truly, they have never seen him in such a state of ecstasy.

Barbatos never seemed to be one to find things 'fun'. Delightful? sure. Exquisite? of course. Immaculate? perhaps. Enjoyable? Thrilling? Remarkable? There could be a whole manuscript of words, but 'fun' ousted itself like a young seedling amongst great trees.

Rarely has he ever reserved time for himself, and it is usually as a request from others. Not that he doesn't see the value in taking a break; he will surely indulge in it himself if necessary. But in Barbatos' eyes, it isn't practical.

In contrast to Diavolo, whose childish demeanor outshines his princely duties - much to the council's dismay - Barbatos was his guide. As Lucifer might've been the voice of reason who often takes responsibility for nearly triple quarter of the devil's work, Barbatos was a guiding light: an observant to be sure that no path goes astray. It was never not expected that others have a rigid view of his character, much less consider his other likes.

Yet why betray him the privilege of enjoyment? He truly hoped your perception of him didn't end there. If it did - how pitiful.

When he's particularly upset, he'd brew up the finest tea to the brash melodies of rock and metal. The serene atmosphere of golden highlighted crimson wallpaper, the smell wafts itself in the air with how small skulls shape themselves from the steam. And as you enter such a display, the first ever sound you'd here was the excruciating, hinting deathly scream of a low, raspy voice from the record player.

And he'd look up from sipping his tea, offering you a smile that only emphasizes his hospitality.

It wasn't practical, which was why he blends his favourite past times with his usual tasks. He didn't have to be in such a down mood for one to hear the snaring of drums and loud guttural growls from the castle's kitchen. Starting off with the Devildom's version of metal: rather hellish and would break the average mortal's ears by the first second. It's a special earful if you got the singles that sung it in their faction's native language. Though Latin would be Barbatos' preference "et in hora mortis nostrae".

That changed upon the introduction of human world rock. It's shallower, mellower to the ones he and any other demon is used to. But it's different. It doesn't necessarily channel a destructive output, yet it was a good change of pace.

That was far before you two started dating.

Months thereafter his adoration for the vividly wild instrumentals and appreciation to each throat-wrenching strain gradually grew. You knew that. When you're not looking, he's etching records of your song to always and forever, remember, Was there a moment where he'd skip a chance to listen to you practice? He'd always make time.

Until then, the little D's watch as the, once more, renowned butler of the castle wiggling his hands along imaginary strings, too deep in the moments as he waits for the kettle to boil. They admit, it was a rather endearing sight.

"Yeah, he's a master. Compliments!!" they'd all cheer. On occasion, Diavolo would witness these brief minutes himself. Actually? He'd watch silently before Barbatos quickly comes back to his decorum upon the sight of the prince.

Besides, it was more than enjoyable. Listening to him say the words "let me taste your silhouette, you can talk between my legs" was extremely entertaining. You wouldn't necessarily hear him say the exact words in person and that was the point, it was a form of expression.

What can the prince say? The tea tasted better when made with passion. And after that was the start of a normal day; well aware, the usual. This was a routine that everyone can get by on.

Just what felt like millennia ago, you and him were alone in one of the corners of the classroom. Free period; better to finish some additional seat work, though at this time you didn't feel like doing it. It just so happens to also be the hour where Barbatos was also free, so you'd consider this a win.

"Put your lovin' hand out baby," you spoke in a sing-song voice, extending your hand towards the butler. You sat on the wooden chair, your free arm lays on the backing as you leaned forward to resting your chins along your elbow. You legs wide opening to be able to sit in such orientation when the back was now the front.

Your darling only shook his head. "For sure you can do better," he teased, speaking in an every so slightly cocky tone.

You pouted your lips, cocking your head to the side. "But, baby, let me."

"You spoil yourself," Barbatos said. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he pulled it closer to you, finally sitting down at your side, close enough that your knees brushed against each other. You felt his presence near, and for a moment, it distracted you from the nagging thoughts in your head. You'd think you'd beg for more, but also something had been circulating your mind. August was near, and so far you.. needed confirmation.

You leaned back slightly, your fingers tapping absent-mindedly on the chair's back as your thoughts drifted. "I heard you've been listening to that band I recommended," you said, shrugging a bit.

It wasn't too long when you first recommended him Måneskin. Consider yourself the next Thomas Raggi, all the same you're confident enough in your skill level. You'd practice their songs in secret, hoping that, just once, you'd be able to perform for a single audience. You'd play it hard and fast 'cus you had everything.

He raised an eyebrow "Ah," his curiosity piqued. "I see the news has reached you as well."

"Gossip. And it's near obvious." You spoke with a hum, standing up from your chair. Still leaning onto it for support, your knees against the rounded edges. "So, what song are you listening to?"

That was a billion grimms' worth question. Barbatos paused for a moment, carefully considering his answer. You watched as his green eyes glance back at you, the subtle movement of his green hair flowing along to the tilt of his head in your direction.

"Hmm.. and why would you wish to know?"

You pouted again. " Please? "

Barbatos sighed. Truly, he was not exempted from any request when it was especially you. "Since you asked so kindly, then I shall."

All ears up, you listen to his words carefully. While not especially a favourite, he admitted: "Baby Said".

You nodded along in understanding, thinking on how to practice this while your subconscious human turn to your own depiction of the said song's instrumental. Only one thing was on your mind on that moment — "ohh.. good taste."

You hadn't even noticed him leaving the room, too focused to listen to the ongoing conversations. Your fingers snap themselves to the beat of the song; well the electric guitar had always been the highlight.

To think you held his heart captive twice in a row was a near understatement. Even so, it takes a lot of meticulous and carefully curated, well-thought-out actions to effectively hide surprises from Barbatos. Seriously, you wonder how he's well aware of everything, powers aside. It's not like he always uses it.

You felt shivers from the night before. His taste lingering from your tongue, the blurry memory of his hands tracing the side of your body. How you had to cover yourself with the large satin blanket, trying to at least be a bit modest.

It was a miracle how he managed to have a bed in a room filled with hexes, portals to other universes and other forms of magic. Amidst all the unsightly elements, his room was tidy.

Though you aren't the most careful of individuals. Loosening yourself from his iron grip wasn't enough, but to do so without moving too much was beyond a hassle. Furthermore, sliding off the bed instead of lifting yourself up felt as if waking him up would be the end of you.

Nonetheless, it was partly manageable.

You had no choice. Beggin' and prayin' you hadn't caused that much of a mess. You also cleaned out a few of your valuables out of courtesy- if you were able to identify them to begin with. The mix of whole and shredded fabric in a dim lit room should be a crime in itself.

That should answer most of the embarrassing questions. You hopes that he wouldn't mind a more... well, residents say "annoying" or "unethical" which was a whole irony in itself, but for you you can just refer to it as: convenient.

And it was worth it.

Your eyes looked back at your beloved, whose attention dangles from above the balcony. You couldn't help it, you just had to let out a playful scoff at that.

Ignore the microphone, the gardens were your amphitheatre. No static can overcome the sudden impulse to surge through the buildup. To let all realms hear your hearts-and-tears rendition. It may cause a strain in your voice, but you didn't care.

"I wish he didn't but my baby said!"

Pools of pink and gold swirl in your irises. A sharp, crazed look adorned your otherwise earthly features. There's the insanity oozing itself out your system, prying out the shell it had been oh so desperate to break every since you started practicing the song. Was it a month or two? A concrete timeline didn't matter; your feelings hated the waiting.

Sing him praises over and over, it's music to both of your ears.

Repeat lyrics as if the last one wasn't loud enough. Louder. Until heaven knows your voice will experience hell for days.

Moments after your song finished you jumped out of the car to immediately greet your lover as he opened the door to the castle. You could see him, always presenting him prim and proper, now a bit disheveled from the stereo beat of his heart.

You chuckled, flipping your hair as you placed a hand on your hip, "did you like it?"

With one final inhale, Barbatos recomposed himself once more. Standing up straight, fixing up his sleeves; though one notable difference was how relaxed his expression had become. How his smile has gotten wider, lightly touching the corner of his eyes.

"I'm flattered you think so fondly of me."

You rolled your eyes, raising a brow as you leaned your back against the door of the car. "And miss out? Please, I can never do this again now, hmm?"

The latter simply nodded, closing his eyes as he raised a hand to his chin. "You're correct on that assessment."

"Heh.." you huffed out. You got up and started walking towards Barbatos, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other caressing the sides of his face. It's as if no amount of emotions you poured out earlier would encompass all of what you simple adore of this butler. You could hear the distant complains of elder demons, though they are easily dismissed. For now, you leaned closer to give him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Happy Birthday Barbi," you cooed. "'Love ya."

Barbatos simply nodded his head once more. Grabbing your wrist, he softly leans his cheek closer, encapsulated in the warmth of your hand. Even in the faintest voice, you could make out a small "thank you."

You startled him at first, but now that you finished your bedazzling serenade, Barbatos needed a time to breathe. How you'd notice your own reflection within his glossy eyes — from waking up to early or from the awestruck faxed you put him on? We will never know.

Barbatos pulled you closer, the feeling of his soft lips on yours sent an electrical chill down your spine. It caused you to shiver from shock, but slowly melt into it. It's one to express your gratitude verbally, but the swelling of emotion you caused him may have required a different outlet for output.

"I love you most, dearest."

A couple seconds to spare is more than enough to satiate a lover's requirement, though he'd gladly be greedy enough to want more. You can't make yourself oppose it; that's what your baby said.

note.s : take a wild guess on what time did i start writing this because, looking back, this feels like such a huge... opportunity. i promise that i'm working on type i error, it's just my schedule for the past few days had fucked itself over- but nonetheless, i'm happy that i was at least able to make something special ^^

again, this is more self indulgent than anything but please, it's barbatos. anyhow, that's all for now hehe~! also as promised to a certain someone, @youngwonhee here's your ping <3

2024 © dear-tortured-adam | dividers by cafekitsune

[shinestarhwaa]

Shineeee hongjoong + 24 + 46 + 57 from the prompt list pleaseeee 🥰🥰🥰🥰

HONEY (ARE YOU COMING?) || KIM HONGJOONG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Husband!Hongjoong x Fem reader

Word Count: 1K

Tags/warnings: Married Couple AU, Non idol AU, Fashion designer!Hongjoong, Dom!Hongjoong, Breeding kink, Doggy style, Unprotected sex, Marking, Praise Kink, Oral sex (m receiving), Squirting, Dirty talk,

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"Harder, I'm begging you!"

You weren't sure how you ended up like this; face down and ass up and your husband behind you pounding into you like his life depended on it.

Hongjoong and you had been married for a year now and sex has always been fine, it was good. It wasn't anything special though, you were busy and so was he, it was not a priority.

But on your first two-week vacay with him something seemed to have changed. You were in a beautiful loft in Paris as he attended the Fashion week show there as he designed a new collection L'amour for his own brand.

Now Fashion week was over there were still a lot of days left for you to go around the city and see everything you could possibly want. But Hongjoong also felt the urge to be near you more, he suddenly craved physical attention even though he usually wasn't the type for it.

So after a lovely dinner in a French restaurant he took you back to the hotel room and kissed you so passionately you were putty in his hands. You still weren't sure what changed exactly but it might have been the wine. Or the midnight-sky coloured dress you were wearing, defining your curves just right.

His lips attacked your neck and collarbones, leaving deep red marks on it, making you whine out his name. He nearly tore off your dress as he fought with the tiny zipper, making you giggle, but nothing else was to giggle about tonight. Hongjoong was serious and he was eager to have you.

Both of your clothes fell on the floor as you got naked, standing in front of each other. You attached your lips to his chest and slowly kissed down all the way to his stomach and pelvis.

He took his hard cock in his hand and smacked it against your cheek, making you gasp for air. "My good girl," he panted out when you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

Even though you've always said the sex between you and Hongjoong was just regular and not something to gossip about, there was nothing like the oral sex you gave him. The way he closed his eyes, threw his head back and moaned out your name made your pussy wetter than anything else.

"Oh God, yes baby take it all, my pretty diamond, looking so good like this, oh yes honey," he breathed and whined as you sucked his cock just the way he liked it.

You stopped as you felt him get closer, letting go of his cock with a loud pop. He nearly threw you on the bed and spread your legs, wasting no time to get two of his fingers inside you. "Hongjoong!" You moaned out as his fingers fucked you rapidly.

The squelching of your wetness combined with your loud whines was like music to his ears. Where did he learn all this? It wasn't ever like this before, was it?

He thrusted his fingers in and out of you until you were losing your breath, body trembling and sweat collecting between your breasts.

"Honey, are you coming?" He asked, smirking and moving his fingers quicker, thumb playing with your clit. You nodded and moaned out.

"Uh-huh! O-oh Hongjoong, o-oh I'm-"

You came with a loud moan, squirting over his hand. He rode out your orgasm and you panted loudly, trying to regain your breath. But he didn't let you relax for long as he flipped you over, pressed your face down into the flowery-smelling sheets.

Hongjoong grabbed your wrists and held them into place on your lower back. Out of instinct you put your ass up for him to slide into your pussy from behind with ease. He had you at his mercy, completely. There was no way to go, nothing you could do but let him abuse your cunt.

"You're so fucking wet for me princess, my precious honey," he grunted as he pushed in and bottomed out a few times, just slowly. You whined his name when you felt him going harder and faster, hitting all the right places inside you.

"Hongjoong! A-Ah!"

"That's it honey, my angel, scream my name, scream my fucking name as I fuck you so deep, so hard baby, I'm gonna fuck you so full," he groaned.

Your cries and screams must've been heard by the whole city as Hongjoong continued to pound into your wet hole without mercy. Hongjoong moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him.

"Harder, I'm begging you!"

Something snapped inside him and he went on like a beast, like something bigger than himself had all the power over him, all the control. He himself was uncontrollable. His hips snapped forward as he moaned out. He had never been this vocal in his life.

He fucked you harder and harder as you kept begging for it, crying out his name. "P-Please! Please fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"

"Yes honey, gonna fuck you harder, all fucking mine, gonna breed you, gonna pump you so full of my cum, so full, so full," he grunted as he felt himself getting closer.

He felt that you were getting close as well, clenching around his dick every few seconds, breath wavy and unstable. "Cum for me then angel and I will give it to you, go on then," he growled.

It only took a few more thrusts for you to come undone on his cock, screaming his name loudly. That send Hongjoong over the edge and he came deep inside you, filling you up with his cum.

"That's my perfect little angel, so good and so full with my cum," he cooed as he slowed down, riding out your orgasms. As he laid next to you he quickly pulled you on his chest, stroking your hair gently as you panted out.

"W-what the hell was that?" You laughed when you had calmed down more. "I overheard a conversation with your friends a week or two ago," he grinned, "you could've just told me you wanted me to breed you, angel."

[chronicdisasterwrites]

you can do better. i'm better

pairing: gojo satoru x reader (modern, college au)

genre + warnings: - FLUFF !! alcohol consumption, smoking, swearing, and a jealous and very flirty gojo. reader is gender neutral but is shorter than satoru and has long-ish hair.

word count: 1,934

summary: this is a song-fic based on this ask, the song being "FEEL" by Måneskin. for the full experience, start listening to the song after the 4th break, there'll be a very obvious indication in the dialogue!

enjoyyy <3

“So, there’s a party.”

You hum non-committedly, pen still dancing on your page as your eyes flit between your textbook and notebook. You hear a pen tapping against the wooden desk and try very hard to ignore it. The tapping gets louder and more constant until you’re unable to ignore it any longer. You release a long sigh as you look up at the person pest sitting before you.

"Okay, what?"

Shoko grins as she sets the pen down and clasps her hands underneath her chin, "There's a party. Let's go."

You stare at her for a few seconds before asking, "When, where, and why?"

"Tonight, at Mei Mei's place and because we can and should."

You groan, "I really don't wanna, Shoko. I have work and I'm so sleep-deprived I can't-"

Shoko shuts your books and flicks your forehead, ignoring the small "ow" that escapes your lips. She stands up and takes your things with her, "We are going, and that's that. You can sleep and work and whatever after the party. It's been way too long since we actually had some time to relax and I'm not going without you, so suck it up."

You dejectedly watch her leave with all your things and wonder why you even hang out with such a menace.

---

"Oi, Suguru."

The man in question is distracted, hunched over his desk, sketching away in his notebook with loud music blasting through his earphones. Satoru slams the door shut hoping it'll break his best friend's trance. Suguru feels the reverberation from the door slamming closed and tilts his head to look at a pouty Satoru with arms crossed across his chest. Suguru sends an apologetic smile as he takes off one earphone from the ear closest to Satoru, "Hey. Sorry, what's up?”

“There’s a party.”

Suguru pauses his song, suddenly concerned at how loud the volume was. Rolling his chair back and fully facing Satoru now he says, “Let me guess. We're going?”

He watches Satoru fall back on his bed sprawled out like a starfish. There's a pause before Satoru speaks, “Depends. Y’know if Shoko's going?”

Suguru gives him a sly smile, “I’m not sure. Why?” Satoru spares him a glance masked with disapproval, “Just asking, jeez. What's with the face?”

There's a laugh as Suguru stands up and makes his way to his closet, rummaging through his typical array of edgy, dark outfits. He hears the bed squeak and assumes Satoru is now sitting up, glaring at the back of his head. He decides to pull his leg a bit more, “Just sick of your childish antics.”

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Suguru sighs as he lays down his selected outfit on the side of the bed Satoru wasn't currently occupying. Satoru sighs exaggeratedly, obviously mocking his best friend and only gets a deadpan look as a response, "You just proved my point."

Satoru whines Suguru's name and falls back down on the bed, dropping his arm on Suguru's clothes, "You're annoying."

Suguru watches Satoru with amused eyes. He knows all about the silver-haired boy’s embarrassing crush on you. He flirts and teases you all day only to mope around and whine about why you don’t like him back. Suguru loves his best friend, but how much whining can a person take? Especially since he talks to Shoko, and Shoko is your best friend, and Shoko has informed Suguru that you very much do like Satoru back. 

With a snort, Suguru walks over to his chair and goes back to doing what he was doing when the man-child speaks again.

"Hey, make a playlist. Nanami will be there and I can't deal with any more of his depressing emo music."

---

When you got there, the party was in full swing. People are dancing on tabletops, drinking cheap beer and hard liquor, and smoking all kinds of things, and you're pretty sure you saw someone passed out on a desk littered with plastic cups and playing cards. Leave it to Mei Mei to throw the craziest parties in college history.

You wished you could cling on to Shoko through the entire night, but she ditched you with a simple pat on the back and a nonchalant "have fun", and so here you were, in the kitchen drinking something too colorful, and ridiculously sweet for your liking. Satoru would like this shit, you think, begrudgingly swallowing the concoction.

"You don't like the drink?"

You look over to your side and find a guy you've never seen before. The kitchen is more or less empty with a few people coming and going as the blaring music from the room connected to the kitchen shakes the walls. Sheepishly smiling and putting the glass on the counter you were leaning against you reply, "It's a bit too sweet for me."

The guy laughs a hearty chuckle and moves closer to stand right in front of you, blocking your view of the open entrance of the kitchen and the room conjoined to it. He's tall, not taller than Satoru, you deduce, and fairly good-looking.

"Ironic. You seem pretty sweet yourself."

You snort, "Wow, smooth."

He looks at you with half-lidded eyes and you know what he's thinking, as he reaches out his hand and introduces himself. You reciprocate and give him your name before adding, "I haven't seen you on campus before."

"Yeah, I don't go here. I'm a friend of Mei Mei's."

You nod your head slowly and look for an opening to get out of the conversation, "So, just here for the party?"

He grins and places both his hands on either side of you, caging you against the counter, hovering his face too close to yours for comfort, "Initially yeah, but now I think I found a better reason to stay."

You cringe internally. Oh god…

---

"What the fuck?"

Moving his eyes to follow Satoru's line of sight, Suguru scrunches his face, "Ouch. Sorry, man."

Satoru's eyebrows are drawn together and his eyes are flaming as the plastic cup crumples from his unyielding grip. He thinks about walking over to where you were in the kitchen and stomping all over that random guy's face until he looks like the red plastic cup; disfigured, sad, and lying motionless on the floor.

"Who the fuck is that guy?"

Suguru senses upcoming trouble as Satoru's anger starts to pulsate louder than the actual music. He takes another plastic cup and fills it with a concoction consisting of alcohol mixed with something fruity, handing it to an absolutely livid Gojo Satoru, "I dunno. Why don't you go and find out?" 

He watches Satoru down the entire cup after which he slams it on the table. They exchange glances as Satoru gives Suguru a sly grin, "Play something appropriate, will ya?"

Suguru watches with a smirk as his best friend marches over to the kitchen. Playing a song he deemed appropriate, he looks around to find Shoko talking to Utahime and saunters over to her, nudging her on the shoulder.

Glancing at him, she quirks an eyebrow as she takes a drag of her lit cigarette. Suguru points over at the kitchen as Shoko leans to the side to check out what he was gesturing to, and a wide grin blooms on both their faces. Their thoughts seemed to merge at that moment. This is either going to be really fun, or really bad.

---

“There you are, sweetheart!” 

Your attempt to maneuver yourself away from the counter and the man blocking your way was interrupted by the booming voice you know so very well. Peering over the guy’s shoulder you see Satoru sporting his usual smug smile, bounding toward you and gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist. The man immediately scampers five steps behind as Satoru towers over him, his intimidating posture and menacing grin wiping the overconfident facade the man was previously showcasing. Wrapping his arm around your waist, Satoru leans down to leave a kiss on the top of your head, all while keeping his piercing blue eyes locked on the terrified man’s pale face. 

“You done flirtin’ with my girl?”

The guy stutters face darkened in embarrassment as he rushes away, presumably to crawl into a hole and die. You watched the whole interaction with confusion overwhelming your senses. When Satoru’s arm drops from your waist, you snap back to reality as you laugh and look up at him with amused eyes, “Well, that was hilarious. Nice acting.” 

You expect him to laugh and just leave it be, so when his eyebrows furrow and eyes stare pointedly at you, your confusion comes rushing back. 

“Seriously? That loser?”

You wonder why Satoru’s being so hostile; maybe he doesn’t like that guy, maybe he’s just protective. But then you notice the light blush covering the apples of his cheeks and it hits you - Oh, he’s jealous.

Huffing, you lean against the counter crossing your arms across your chest and reciprocating the same pointed look right back at him, “Why do you care?” 

He stares at you for a few beats and then sighs and turns back around to leave, “Forget it.”

You have liked Satoru for a while now, but the boy never speaks freely. One moment he’s flirting with you nonchalantly, and right when you start to think he might like you as more than a friend, he does things like this. So you decide to persist this time by reaching out and grabbing his slender wrist, “Hold on, just tell me. Why do you care?”

You watch his shoulders rise up and down and before you realize what’s happening, Satoru whips around and cages you against the counter, similar to how to were trapped a few minutes ago, except this time you’re sure your heart skipped several beats. 

He drops his head next to your ear and whispers, “Because, I know you.” 

You feel his fingers run through your hair as he tucks a few strands behind your ear. Keeping you between him and the kitchen counter, he leans down and aligns his face directly across yours. You feel his sapphire eyes burn through your eyes to the back of your skull as he leans closer, his nose mere inches away from yours. “I know what makes you blush, I know what words you like to hear, I know what you want to feel…” 

Your face is getting exponentially warmer by the second and you think your heart is following the rhythm of the drums playing in the song currently blasting through the speakers. You stare at him wide-eyed and stunned at his antics.

“S-Satoru-”

His eyes trail down to your lips and then back to your eyes and his lips curl into that stupid smile you hate so much. At this point, you’re both breathing into each other's faces and he tilts his head to the side, eyes zoned in on your lips, inching forward until you can smell the sweet scent of alcohol and mint in his breath and the deodorant on his body. You’re too stunned to close your eyes, so you don’t miss the way his lips barely graze yours before he stands straight and grabs the cup you had previously abandoned on the countertop - a piece of information you had completely forgotten about. You watch him chug the entire drink and sigh in satisfaction, as he gently sets the cup down and moves back. “Sorry. Got carried away there,” his eyes are soft and your stomach is light as if filled with feathers. You’re speechless, shocked, and so bothered. Standing there with your heart lodged in your throat, you watch Satoru leave with a smile and not a clue in his pretty head on just how he makes you feel.

a/n: very special thanks to my dear @daisy-the-quake for test-reading this <;33

taglist: @thepup356, @porridgesblog, @stray-npc, @daisy-the-quake, @reignsaway, @ainetx, @icarusignite, @mariapierce789

[hoonieswhore]

Heavenly

(Figure skater!Hoon x Vocalist!fem reader)

Summary: Being the leader of a band was pretty easy, working on new songs and making covers with your friends was the best. The only challenge in your life was living with a "stranger" and your best friend.

Warnings: SMAU with written parts. This story will contain smut at some point. Kys jokes. Sexual jokes. LOTS of curses. Comedy. Fluff. Reader and Hoon are low-key enemies. Minors/ageless/blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT or you'll be immediately blocked. If you wanna be tagged, just send an ask (read my rules before you follow though)

This is my first smau so please be patient with me. I'll try to update every day but that depends on how busy I am. I hope you all like it and please keep in mind that English isn't my first language so there might be typos or any kind of errors.

Masterlist!

Profiles

I. ...Ready for it? - Taylor Swift.

II. Here comes trouble - Neoni.

III. Ignorance - Paramore.

IV. I hate you - WOODZ.

V. Best friend - Conan Gray

VI. One of the Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

VII. MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT - Elley Duhé

VIII. It's nice to have a friend - Taylor Swift

IX. Want you back - 5 Seconds of Summer

X. Complete Mess - 5 Seconds of Summer

XI. High Hopes - Panic! At The Disco

XII. Kill My Time - 5 Seconds of Summer

XIII. About love - MARINA

XIV. Delicate - Taylor Swift

XV. Rock with you - SEVENTEEN

XVI. Death Of A Bachelor - Panic! At The Disco

XVII. Everything Has Changed - Taylor Swift

XVIII. One Day - Imagine Dragons

XIX. Valentine - 5 Seconds of Summer

XX. Falling In Love - Cigarettes After Sex

XXI. Wildflower - 5 Seconds of Summer

XXII. Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

XXIII. Lover - Taylor Swift

XXIV. Maniac - Conan Gray

XXV. Babylon - 5 Seconds of Summer

XXVI. Sex, Drugs, Etc. - Beach Weather

XXVII. Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco

XXVIII. Dress - Taylor Swift

XXIX. Puzzle Piece - NCT Dream

XXX. Karma - Taylor Swift

XXXI. Criminal Love - Enhypen

XXXII. Die For You - The Weeknd

XXXIII. seven - Taylor Swift

XXXIV. Not In The Same Way - 5 Seconds of Summer

XXXV. Style - Taylor Swift

XXXVI. I Think He Knows - Taylor Swift

XXXVII. jealousy, jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo

XXXVIII. Afterglow - Taylor Swift

XXXIX. Love Me Now - NCT 127

XL. Love Me Harder - WOODZ

XLI. Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

XLII. Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex

XLIII. Animal - Troye Sivan

XLIV. Adore you - Harry Styles

XLV. Crush - Cigarettes After Sex

XLVI. DON'T WANNA SLEEP - Måneskin

XLVII. King Of My Heart - Taylor Swift

XLVIII. The Shining - The Neighbourhood

XLIX. Don't Stop - 5 Seconds of Summer

L. Timezone - Måneskin

LI. Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

LII. Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift

LIII. Lover Of Mine - 5 Seconds of Summer

LIV. Wherever You Are - Kodaline

LV. I Like Me Better - Lauv

LVI. Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco

LVII. Mine (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

LVIII. The Only Exception - Paramore

LIX. About You - The 1975

LX. Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex

[stylessatellite]

Style’s Stylist

a stylist!y/n blurb

Warnings: fem reader, implied harry x reader (mentions it like twice)

Face claim: Jihoon Kim

A/N: k, so I lied and I’m posting my stylist!y/n blurb early. I got bored with dealing with my extended family so I finished up the piece instead. also for the authors name, I used a name generator, so if it’s your name i’m sorry.

- Feel free to like and reblog <3 | masterlist

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harryflorals: FIRST LOOK AT HARRY FOR COVENTRY NIGHT 2! via: user 1

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user2: omg, praying he unzips the jacket

↳ tpwksunflower: me to 🕯️

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voguemagazine: @/river_johnson sat down with @/yourusername to discuss styling for @/harrystyles for his final leg of Love On Tour. Check it out with the link in our bio. 

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ynfan1: so glad to know it technically wasn’t y/n responsible for some of the horrendous looks lately

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yourusername: sat down with @/river_johnson from @/voguemagazine to talk about styling our fav @/harrystyles. check it out here.

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harry_lambert: lovely dear ❤️ see you soon

maneskinoffical: that’s our stylist! ti vogliamo bene 🩷

↳ conangray: you mean our stylist?

↳ harry&ynfan: not maneskin and conan arguing abt y/n and harry’s here enjoying his trophy boyfriend status.

harrystyles: love being each others muses ❤️❤️

article below | word count: about 1k

Styles’s Stylist

River Johnson | VOGUE

Many of you know the singer/songwriter Harry Styles. Whether it be his music, looks or daring fashion sense. Not many know the person who makes him look that good. With the last leg of Love On Tour having kicked off a couple days ago, I sat down with Y/N L/N to discuss styling for the past couple years. As one of Style’s stylists, L/N shares this position with Harry Lambert. Her other clients include Conan Gray and Måneskin.

L/N herself is dressed in custom Bode with a mint plaid set with a pair of baby pink converse to match. It’s clear that she’s planning on looking up to par with the hoards of fans outside of the stadium waiting to be let in for the second show in Coventry. She’s making me feel underdressed in my beat up air forces and dungarees. She assures me that a boa and a matching cowboy hat would have me fitting right in.

“So how has styling him been different post COVID? Have any of your creative processes changed?”

“It hasn’t been all too different from before I suppose. His looks have definitely changed, but a part of that just came with the album. Really the only difference is there’s less interviewing looks to put together because it’s only waist up now. I just have to make sure his shirt doesn't have wrinkles or a stain on it. Which is pretty easy considering we share the same wardrobe.”

“How do you come up with the different looks for each album and show? And does this differ from awards or appearances? Are there different processes? Acceptable designs?”

“I mean the process definitely depends on the event. His looks for the album are based on what he feels the mood of the album is and wardrobe is based on that. For the album he said he wanted to be more colorful and fun, so that's how we got the varying patterns. So don’t blame us for the mis matching looks, blame him (Harry).

“So I'm assuming his tour outfits are the same?”

“Yes. At the start of each leg, we’ll go through possible designs and what we feel will work best from both our (stylist & artist) sides and his opinions. Gucci and I will sketch some ideas and it’ll get sent to the group chats on which pieces we like, then we'll play mix and match and the night of the show it’s pretty much chosen by the band and him.”

“Elaborate on the band. Because I've noticed that they always seem to coordinate.”

“Yes, certain looks from the band go with certain outfits of his or at his request. If he’s wearing all black then he likes the band to wear pink for some reason. Or if some of the band's looks aren’t ready, then we’ll move that look to a different day and pull a different one.”

“Speaking of different days. I imagine it was quite the switch between show looks and award looks.”

“Oh, it actually wasn’t too bad, it was more of the execution. We had had the outfits planned for months, it was just a matter of making sure the tassels didn't tangle and the (red) carpet look came in on time. Show looks require less coordination because normally it’s just the people here”

“He also had a few outfit changes between the two events, he had what six outfits? What was that like?”

“Yeah no, he had six official outfits plus if he chose to change for an after party, which is all on him to decide, and I don't remember if he did.”

“Do you have a favorite look of his?”

“Are we talking shows? Or award wise.”

“Either”

“I mean any of the ones with the decals. It was really fun coming up with all of the different designs. Tonight’s also might win for this leg so far.”

I then proceeded to ask for a sneak peak but she just laughed me off saying how it’ll ruin one of the best parts of the show, the reveal. Upon more pestering, she revealed that color wise they were matching, which if you follow L/N tour looks, you already know. “Back to the decals. You came up with these designs? I thought you were taking a break from that?”

“I was meant to but then the idea was brought up from all of my doodles during the meetings. Plus I was working on Conan’s and the band’s (Måneskin) looks for their tours, so I was ‘cutting back’ on some work.”

Just then the fans started getting let in and I noticed just how seriously some fans took their outfits with a perfect recreation of a previous outfit or on the other side of the spectrum, various fruits. “How do you feel about the fans' outfits?”

“Oh my gosh. We all love them. They make the whole thing better and sometimes we steal inspiration from them. I swear some of the fans could steal my job and I’d be happy to let them.” She then proceeds to show me the album that she has of the fans outfits ranging from recreations of the Coachella outfits or the custom shirts with funny pictures of the band on it.

Upon wrapping up, she asks if I’m doing anything between now and the show starting. I wasn't, so she took me backstage to get a sneak peak at some upcoming outfits and let me tell you something, L/N really went all out for this last leg. The sequins, tassels everything.

Upon seeing tonight's show, I definitely agree with L/N on tonight's look being a favourite and the decal on the back making the outfit. I can definitely say that his outfits make him shine brighter and you should go see if you can snag a ticket to one of his shows to just watch how L/N’s designs enhance his performance at the very least.

A/N: lemme know if you wish to be added to my tag list

[chewtoysyndrome]

yikes! i made a new account so here’s a new intro

TW — obsession , violence , the occasional suggestive themes , trauma vent surrounding topics like SA & abuse , etc.

DNI — general criteria , anti-yan , anti-therian , if my blog triggers you ( obviously ?? ) , radqueers , endos & supporters , anti non-contact paraphilia , anti self-dx , kin doubles

GENERAL INFO.

call me virtue or lost kin , you may call me pup if we’re close :>

the pronouns i use are he / it / pup / kit

i am taken by my boyfriend / fp / owner <3

i am demi—aroace , hypersexual , ambiamorous , and panromantic

i am an irl yandere and therian , more about those below

i am mentally ill with BPD , (C-)PTSD , OCD , ASD , DID .

feel free to ask about any of those things , i love talking about myself :3

BOUNDARIES.

do not flirt with me unless it is joking or platonic . i am in a closed relationship .

threats are welcomed as long as you dont mean them hatefully , iykyk .

touch is fine (“bites you”/“hugging you rn”/etc.) .

basically , dont be an asshole or hateful in any way and we should be fine ^_^ !

YANDERE INFO.

my yandere types are obsessive , clingy , masochistic , final , dependent , possessive , delusional , fragile , mildly manipulative , harmless / tame

i am SUPER masochistic and WILL post about it

ALTERHUMAN INFO.

my main theriotypes are snow leopard , sea otter , timber wolf !! more information about that in this post !!

im also a sfw age/pet regressor , sideblog for that is @/gummywormkid !!

fictionkins are blitzø (helluva boss) , balthers (acnh) , gumball (tawog) , neferpitou (hxh) , rainbowdash (mlp)

INTERESTS.

zoology / animals , plushies , boykissing , writing , digital art , 3D art , music , film , watching movies & tv shows , pokemon , hollow knight , the list goes on,,,,

mindless self indulgence , fall out boy , måneskin , everybody’s worried about owen , mother mother , ic3peak , glass animals , grlwood , los campesinos!

TAGGING SYSTEM.

#// chewtoysyndrome = all my og posts

#// chewtoy yapping = random posts

#// never wanted to dance = vent

#// beloved mooties = mutuals

#// chewtoy favs = favorites & reblogs

#// asks ??? = answering asks

DIRECTED TAGS.

#// my owner <3 = boyfriend posting

#// packmate :3c = @/fangsinyourheart

#// florie !! = @/pr1nc3sh0rtc4k3

#// irl pokemon = @/pokamaru

#// ink and co. = @/munebat

ANON LIST.

(🩸)

[sinister-things]

Yan!Turtles Moodboards + Cool Songs

NOTE: I do not support this behavior in real life. This post is made for entertainment purposes ONLY. Everything in this post(and beyond) should always stay fictional. Please seek professional help if you or a loved one are experiencing any of these behaviors.

(Note: These were inspired by @averagerottmntsimp 's Self Aware AU)

Also ⚠️TW⚠️: Blood, handcuffs, candy/food

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Raph

Dependent + Protective

"I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master

I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters

I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster

'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leo

Manipulative + Dependent

"I'm going crazy now ��잡을 수 없이 난

다시 또 이 밤을 지새운다

The moment when I close my eyes

All I see is red lights"

(Trans: "I'm going crazy now I'm out of control, stay up all night again, the moment when I close my eyes all I see is red lights.")

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Donnie

Obsessive + Controlling

(Note: I fucking love this song lol)

"What will it take?

What else should I do?

How far must I go to prove

That I love you?"

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Mikey

Delusional + Worshipper

"You just don't know it yet,

but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding, and I'll be your everything"

[seraphhiim]

hello 🐍 i have come to interrogate you: tartan socks, Queen, goats, Châteauneuf-du-Pape 🍷

Hi !! Thanks ^^

Tartan socks - hot or not?

Why not. It all depends on who wears them.

Queen - top 5 favorite bands/artists

I listen to a lot of different things, it's hard to choose just 5, maybe

Hozier, Queen, Måneskin, Epitaph records, Powerwolf

Goats - if goats could speak, do you think they should be able to vote? why or why not? explain.

It all depends on whether the goats in question would be interested in human actions XD but otherwise yes of course, all points of view are good to take.

Châteauneuf-du-Pape - tell us about a funny/goofy time with someone

Once, for 100€ I agreed (with 2 other friends) to wear a panda kigurumi for a whole day. It was both hilarious and horrible because I really hate being noticed. But I guess overall it's still something funny.

[idkyouyet23]

‘For Your Love’ 

~ a LITG Ryan fanfic ~ 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Chapter One - Those First Glances 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

Ahh I’m literally so excited for this fanfic as I’ve been planning it for a while now! 

I’ve used parts of the script but adding my own flair to it and also my own parts, and Amelia won’t be included in this story either,

I’m hoping that you guys will love it too,

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts & feedback in the comments!!!

~Jess 

You can read it below or on AO3, 

whatever you like :)

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

As I step out of the jeep, I see the Villa right in front of me, my home for the next few weeks if I get that far,

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

𝘐 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 !

I strut my way into the Villa with the camera close to me, I stroll into the garden  to find one girl there before me, she has long dark hair with glasses, I heard a squeal out of her when she notices me

‘Hi I’m Ivy, you look gorgeous!’

‘Thank you, so do you! My name is Isabella’, I reply with a soft smile

‘Oh my gosh, you’re Italian?’

‘Yes I am, I’m from Rome’

‘That’s really cool, can I get you a glass of champagne?’

‘Yes please Ivy’

‘Here you go’, she hands me a glass and we clink our glasses together 

‘Thank you!’, then we hear heels clicking on the ground coming towards us,

the girl appears with bright blue hair,

‘𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I think to myself.

‘Well I hope that there’s a glass of champagne for me, I’m Bella and I have to say you both are beautiful’ 

‘Thanks Bella, I’m Isabella but everyone calls me Izzy’ 

‘Ivy’, is all she replies with a smile 

‘So what are your types girls?’, Bella enquires after 

‘Tall, dark and handsome, ambitious too of course’

Before my turn, I ask Bella ‘What is your type Bella?’

‘Fun and naughty, someone who’s impulsive, I like boys and girls’

I grin at her response, ‘You’re into girls too?’

‘Yes I’m open to anyone, so you are too Izzy, what about you Ivy?’

‘I just want the boys’ 

Next our discussion turns to our occupations 

‘I’m a DJ’, Bella tells us 

‘Ooh what do you like to play?’

‘A bit of everything, depends on the vibes in the venue, what is your occupation Izzy?’

‘I’m a bass player in a rock band’

‘That’s so cool! What’s your job Ivy?’

‘I’m a lab technician in Oxford, 

absolutely loving it!…’

Bella interrupts Ivy, ‘There’s another girl coming’ 

I gaze around to see a girl who has blonde hair with pink tips coming towards us 

‘I can’t believe that I’m actually here! 

I’m Grace’

We join her in a group hug just by the pool

‘Well where are the boys?!’, Grace asks us,

I giggle at her enthusiasm and then I ask her

‘Most of us have answered so I’ll ask you, Grace what’s your type?’

‘I’m certainly looking for a man, not a boy! 

One who can sweep me off my feet and who can treat me right’

‘I just remembered that you never told us your type Izzy’

‘I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak in the past, people mainly want me for my fame or money and I’m honestly sick of that but I want someone who is romantic and wears their heart on their sleeve, someone who I can spend the rest of my life with’

‘That makes sense for someone like you, wait how long have we been single for girls?’, Grace brings up the question

‘I’ve been single for a while now, must be about a year and a half I’d say’, I admit 

‘I like living the single life but I want something real this time’, Ivy declares 

‘Damn right and two years for me’, Grace replies 

‘It must be about six months, wasn’t even that serious honestly but I’m ready for something deeper now’, Bella announces 

‘Nothing serious for me since my first proper boyfriend’, Ivy utters 

‘There’s nothing like your first love! How did it end with him?’

‘I got bored of waiting for him getting his life together, I mean who’s got time to wait for someone to step up?’

‘We definitely all have ditsy love stories, what is yours Izzy?’,

‘I think that we just wanted different things for our lives, that was a long time ago now, it did hurt though as I had caught strong feelings for him’ 

‘Nothing hits like your first love’, Bella responds 

‘Sometimes in the streets of Rome, 

I catch glimpses of him but that’s it,

I think that we should check out the Villa before the boys get here’

‘Let’s do it!’, Grace squeals and we race off together, first we end up in the bedroom, I notice my name on one of the beds so I lay down on it

‘Wow this is comfy!’

The three other girls jump onto their beds but Ivy’s is further away 

‘I fancy more privacy while I’m here’, Ivy announces 

‘Everyone is still gonna see and hear everything that goes on in here’, Bella states 

‘When I crack on with someone it’ll be on the download though’, Grace replies 

‘You definitely won’t miss it if I crack on with someone’ 

‘I’m thinking that you’re the noisy type Ivy’, Bella admits and Ivy perks up 

‘I think that you’ll find that out soon enough’, we all share a laugh together 

‘How do you like to crack on Izzy?’

Grace enquires 

‘It’ll be on the down low for sure, I want it to be between me and my partner, it’s more romantic that way in my opinion’

‘Yes it feels more intimate too, I can’t wait to see everyone get their flirt on!’, Grace remarks and all of us place our suitcases next to our beds 

‘I’m gonna go check out the terrace!’, Bella says and we rush out there, Grace lays down on the seats while Bella observes the flowers on the walls

‘This is gonna be perfect for the secret kisses!’, Grace comments 

‘Ooh are we already planning our secret kisses Grace?’, I ask her 

‘I might be’, Grace smirks 

‘It would also definitely be perfect for listening into the boys’ secrets chats in the garden’

‘Someone is getting sneaky already!’, Bella exclaims and suddenly my phone pings, the other girls gasp as I say;

‘I got a text!’

‘𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔! 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. #𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒀𝒐𝒖𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝑭𝒐𝒓𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆? #𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝑵𝒐𝒘’

‘Oh my gosh!’, Grace responds 

‘We better get ready, to the dressing room girls!’, I exclaim loudly, we touch up our hair, makeup and of course our outfits too 

‘Well I think I’m ready for action’, I say looking at myself in a mirror 

‘You’re looking so stunning Izzy’, Bella remarks 

‘Thanks Bella!’ And then Grace’s phone pings 

‘I got a text, girls!’

‘𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 #𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒌#𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔’

‘𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I think to myself, ‘𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦’.

We all let out a scream for Grace 

‘Wish me luck, girls!’

Without another words, Grace runs out of the room 

‘She certainly wasn’t time wasting’

‘Should we go to the terrace to get a sneak peek of the boys?’, I suggest

‘Yes Izzy, let’s do that!’, Ivy says with enthusiasm in her voice once we arrive at the terrace, we take turns peeking over the side at the garden below us, I look down but I can see them clearly enough but I can make out four boys and laughter coming from them 

‘Sounds like she’s getting her flirt on’

‘You haven’t seen my flirt game yet girls, it’s all about eye contact’

Bella gasps, ‘Two boys stepped forward for her!’, looking down again we see Grace giving one of them a hug as she joins him,

My phone pings next 

‘𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔’

‘It’s time for me to have a closer look at them!’

‘Go get ‘em!’, Bella encourages and as I step away, I take a deep breath to relieve my nervousness.

I take my time strutting across the garden towards the four boys by the pool, I hear cheers from them as they all notice me

‘Time to see that flirt game you promised us Izzy!’, Ivy yells down from the terrace 

I flutter my eyelashes at the boys as I strut my way past them, the boys seem excited as I hear ‘oohs’ from them 

‘Ciao boys! I have to say, you’re all looking tasty to me! You guys were definitely worth the wait as am I, of course’, 

I blow the boys each a kiss 

‘Now that’s how you make an entrance Izzy!’,

Grace says clearly impressed, she’s with a tall boy, who gives me a grin full of confidence 

‘I’m sure that you’ve got everyone’s attention there Izzy, I’m Ozzy’

‘Hey Ozzy, you two have just coupled up then?’

‘Vibes are there so I stepped forward’

‘Isn’t he gorgeous? Not that you’re not too Lewie’, a pretty blonde boy speaks up,

‘I stepped forward too, you two look good together, not gonna lie about that, although seeing you Izzy, I’m glad I’m still single, you look stunning so hopefully I’ll have a shot with you’, I stare over at the next boy waiting for him to starting talking

‘You’ll definitely have some competition there pal, Izzy I’m Jamal’, I watch as the lady boy in the line runs his hand through his dark wavy hair and then shoots me a cheeky smile

‘𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I shoot him a wink 

‘Hey Izzy, I’m absolutely loving your energy, I’m Ryan’

‘It really is lovely to meet you boys, I’d also love to hear a bit about yourselves’

‘I’m from Newcastle originally, I do backing dancing for artists’ 

‘Ooh, anyone we might know?’, I ask Ozzy

‘That would be telling now wouldn’t it? I do some modelling too but dancing’s my jam’

‘I’m a skateboarder and videographer’

‘Interesting, I’m in a rock band so I’ll let you know if we’re needing you for our music videos’

‘That’s cool! I film and edit videos for the social, my tricks and all that, I’ve also gotten deals from clothing brands so I have to promo stuff too, I don’t stay still for long’, Jamal laughs to himself and he speaks up again, ‘I’m usually up for anything, pick me and I can guarantee that you won’t get bored’, 

Next I turn back to Lewie who smiles at me

‘I’m a footballer…’, before another word Grace says, ‘You didn’t tell me you are a footballer, is it too late to change my mind?’

‘I’m semi pro right now but possibly moving up a league next season, I’d say that I’m cool, calm and collected, except on the pitch or in the bedroom, I’m looking for a girl and we can be best mates but still have a spark together and someone I can bring home to have a Sunday roast with my nana’ 

‘Let me guess you’re a nana’s boy then?’,

I try my best to not start giggle 

‘Yeah she’s a vibe, she cracks me up and I’m sure that you’d love her’,

I glance again at Ryan, I stare into his beautiful eyes as we hold intense eye contact together, it’s almost like we’re staring into each other’s souls 

‘I’m a professional footballer’, is all he says

‘You’re kidding?’, Lewie sounds shocked 

‘Yeah course I am, never played football in my life, more into my music that sports’

‘You’re a musician then?’, I ask Ryan with a flirty smile on my face

‘Yeah singer/songwriter, I play folky stuff but I love all kinds of music, I’m a old school romantic, I wear my heart on my sleeve, life’s too short for games, I want every moment together to feel unforgettable’

‘Good to know’

‘Enough about us, I want to know more about you Izzy, what’s your type?’

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’, was the first thought that came into my head to say but I think against it and reply with,

‘Earlier I said to the girls that I’m into the romantic and soulful type’

‘Stoked to hear that Izzy, especially since you’re exactly my type too’

‘I look forward to seeing that romantic side of yours Ryan, I can’t pretend like I’m not intrigued to see what romance with you looks like ‘cause I definitely am’

‘Hopefully it looks as beautiful as you right now, I hope you don’t think that’s too cheesy to say, I adore your blue eyes already’

‘I’ll admit yours aren’t too bad either’ 

Then my phone pings, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦!

‘I got a text!’

‘𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 #𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆𝑼𝒑 #𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈’

I lock eyes with Ozzy who looks like he wants to step forward but looks at Grace and decides against it, then my eyes lock again with Ryan as he steps forward

‘I was always stepping forward for you’ 

‘You’re not the only one’, Jamal tells Ryan as he too steps forwards, giving me a flirty grin 

‘I’d be punching with you Izzy, but I ain’t playing it safe here’, Lewie then steps forward 

‘Woah, this is so flattering!’

‘So what’s it gonna be, Izzy?’, Grace asks clearly eager to know my decision 

‘Oh Mamma Mia, how am I supposed to choose? Well you are all gorgeous looking but I’m gonna go with my heart now, the boy I’d like to couple up with is Ryan, you’ve definitely caught my eye the moment I laid eyes on you’ 

‘Well like Lewie said earlier, I’m punching, I can’t wait to get to know you better’

I notice Ryan beaming as I walk over to him, then he holds his arms out for a hug,

I couldn’t help but bring him into a hug and after we pull away, he grins as I stand next to him

‘I’m genuinely so happy that you picked me’, Ryan tells me

‘I’ve got a good feeling about you two’, Lewie remarks and Ryan replies with,

‘Cheers Lewie, appreciate that, 

I’m feeling a connection for sure’

‘Yeah, you two are gonna be a vibe!’

Before I can say anything, Bella comes across the lawn grinning brightly 

‘Who’s ready to take things up a notch? I’m Bella! Two couples already and you girls seem pleased with your choosing’

I nod at her with a smile, I can feel myself blushing 

‘If you two other boys want to step forward, that would be great!’

Ryan gives me a reassuring smile and Bella grins as Lewie steps forward for her 

‘You seem to be a bit of me, with that wild energy you’re bringing, they do say that opposites attract so I’m into it’

‘I’m not sure if we’re too different to work out or not but I’m curious to find out ‘cause you’re dreamy! The boy I want to couple up with is Lewie’, Bella gives Lewie a kiss on the cheek 

‘Keep smiling Jamal, it’s not over yet’, Ryan advises him 

‘Mate we’re just getting started!’

Head’s begin to turn as Ivy struts across the lawn, blowing kisses to each of the boys

‘Boys! Hope you’re not getting too attached to your ladies already’

‘Uh oh’, Grace blurts out 

‘I’m Ivy, I’ll admit that you’re all a bit of me at the moment’ 

‘You’re gonna spice things up, aren’t you Ivy?’, Ozzy assumes

‘I have no plan on going home any time soon anyways’

‘She’s full of confidence’, Grace comments 

‘You’re not kidding there’, Ryan responds and Ivy begins with her eye contact that she told us about earlier 

‘Your eye contact’s something else’, Lewie utters 

‘Outrageous isn’t it!’, Bella replies 

‘Boys, who fancies stepping forward for an unforgettable ride?’

I look up at Ryan who gives me a reassuring squeeze on my hand

‘Sorry Bella, but she is a worldie’, Lewie says stepping forward 

‘You do you pal, we’ve only just met’

Jamal steps forward too and tells Ivy,

‘You couldn’t be any more my type if you tried, you seem like a handful but so am I’

‘I certainly hope so’, Ivy says 

‘I’m feeling that cheeky spark already!’

‘Oh is that what we’re calling it?’

‘Well I’m feeling like a third wheel’, Lewie admits and I enquire,

‘Who’s it gonna be then, Ivy?’

‘There’s something about all you boys, some of you are coupled up but no one’s married off yet, things are gonna change quickly here but the boy I’m going to couple up with us…’ ,

Ivy takes a look at Ryan for a second checked speaking again 

‘Jamal’ 

‘Wasn’t expecting her to pick him’, Ryan whispers to me as Ivy goes over to Jamal and they share a kiss, looking like it was right out of a movie

‘I wasn’t expecting it either especially the way she looked at you for a second’, 

I breath out 

‘Can you see them working?’, Ryan asks and I think for a moment 

‘I think I’m seeing heads turning as soon as the bombshells arrive’ 

‘I think you’re right about that, heads will turn’

‘It shall be interesting to see if they’re still all lovey dovey with each other then’ 

‘It will for sure, I’m intrigued to see how the first couplings are gonna work out but enough about that, I couldn’t be any happier right now, I was hoping that you’d pick me from the moment that I saw you’ 

‘Sounds like I’ve made an impact on you then’

‘I have to say that your flirty entrance was unreal, the boys were all drooling here’,

Ivy and Jamal’s kiss finally ends 

‘You both finally needed some air? 

That was an epic kiss’, Ozzy observed

‘We have to make the most of every second that we have here’

The couples stroll away from each other, every couple eager to get to know each other, Ryan and I take a seat on the swing seat together 

‘That first coupling was intense, it worked out great though and you’re honestly so stunning especially in that outfit’

‘The recouplings to come I’m sure will get more intense as we go on, but looks like I’m ticking boxes for you then?’

‘You for sure are, no complaints yet! 

Tell me more about yourself Izzy’

‘As I’ve said I’m in a rock band, 

I play the bass and if you couldn’t tell by my accent I’m Italian’ 

‘Wow that’s amazing! I’m glad that we’ve got music in common’

‘Same I was hoping that I’d find someone who’s also in the music industry here’ 

‘Now that we’re coupled up, is there anything that you would like to ask me?’

Ryan asks and I think of a perfect question instantly 

‘What are you hoping to find here in the villa?’

‘Maybe I’ve found it already’,

I cover my face with my hands as blush creeps up on my cheeks 

‘Really?’, I mutter 

‘Just joking, it is too early to know how deep out connection will be, I think that we definitely have a connection and I assume that you think so too since you choose me and also because you cheeks are bright red right now…’ Ryan lets out a chuckle 

‘I’ve had flings in the past but I want to be head over heels in love now with a girl who has me up at all hours of the night writing songs about her’

‘Aww that’s sweet! I was gonna say that I’d write songs about you too but I’m definitely not a good singer’

‘I’m sure I could make a singer out of you in more ways than one if you know what I mean ‘cause maybe we’d stay up all night doing something else too’, Ryan smirks at me and I wink at him, we can hear Ivy’s flirtatious laughter from across the lawn 

‘Looks like some of the other couples are hitting it off as well, I think I’ve already got my read on the first couples’ Ryan points out 

‘Really? That’s quite fast, we haven’t been here that long’,  I ask him curiously 

‘I’ve always been a quick reader of people’

‘Ooh have you now?’

‘I’m liking what my gut is telling me about you so far’

‘I’m certainly glad to hear that coming from you’, I smile at Ryan which he returns 

‘Do you wanna continue chatting with me?’

‘Of course I do! I’m excited to get to know you on a deeper level’

‘Great! I was hoping that you’d say that’

‘I wanna know your read on the other couples then?’

‘I’m not really sensing too much speaks with Bella and Lewie’

‘I mean I understand that ‘cause he stepped forward for Ivy after all’

‘My gut is telling me that they’ll be a friendship couple, as I’ve said I’m not sure if Ivy’s gonna be 100% about Jamal’

‘Yes I’m thinking the same myself’

‘I’m glad that we’re seeing things the same way already’

‘What about Ozzy and Grace? They seem to be getting closer already’, I request 

‘My senses are telling me that Grace might be more into Ozzy than he is into her’

‘Why do you think that?’

‘I was almost certain that Ozzy was going to step forward for you’

‘That’s interesting’

‘Can’t blame him though, I’m sure that you’ve turned everyone’s head’

Ryan stares directly into my eyes

‘Although I reckon that we’re the couple with the best vibe so far, what’s your thoughts on that?’

‘I’m definitely feeling a vibe between us, I think that we look like a power couple already’

‘We’re on the same page then, I’m excited to see how things go between us’,

Ryan glances into my eyes once more and then down at my lips, I can’t help but give him a flirty smile as I lean into Ryan, I tease him by pausing as our lips are about to touch each other’s, trying to saviour this moment, after a second I press my lips against his, I feel his fingers through my hair with the intensity of our kiss, I give Ryan another soft kiss before pulling away 

‘Wow, that was something else’

‘Were you tempted by any of the other girls?’, I enquire 

‘What other girls? I don’t see any?’,

Ryan looks deep into my eyes as I watch him laugh

‘So did any of the other boys catch your attention at the coupling?’

‘Honestly you’re the only boy who’s caught my eye so far’

‘I can’t see past you at the moment’

‘I’m glad to hear that’

Ryan beams while glancing with wonder across the garden 

‘It still doesn’t feel real, I’m absolutely buzzing, shall we go see what everyone else is saying?’

‘I couldn’t agree more, my band mates thought that I was mad for applying but here I am and yeah let’s go’

I link arms with Ryan as we head towards the other Islanders 

‘You two were looking cozy over there’,

Ivy mentions and I feel my cheeks flush red once again 

‘We’re definitely feeling a connection now aren’t we Izzy?’

‘Ooh for sure, I honestly haven’t felt a connection like it with anyone before’,

I blurt out without thinking 

‘I’m glad that you think that way ‘cause I am too’, Ryan admits taking a glimpse into my eyes with a smile 

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 

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The Måneskin CYOA Story!

Welcome to my newest chaotic creative project, thank you to everyone who's voted "yes" on this silly little idea and I hope you'll enjoy the story, wherever it might lead us!

First things first: If you want to be tagged in story updates (as this won't have a regular update day and I want as many people voting as possible), click this link.

Now, a few notes on how this will go down:

I want this to be as interactive as possible, so the parts I'll put online will vary in length and might be quite short at times so you can keep voting on the plot and have a lot of say in what is happening!

You are also always welcome to drop into my inbox, on or off anon, to share thoughts or ideas about where you'd love this story to go, random plot ideas you might have, inspiration, anything at all, I'm happy to include as much of your thoughts as possible.

Votings will be open for a week but depending on when I have the time and motivation to write, I might inofficially close it sooner and go with the leading choice if it's obvious. In that case I'll post an update to let you know and screenshot the current results of the voting that I'll use. I'll hashtag those (and possibly any other) updates as #cyoa update.

The first part will be uploaded on Monday (October 16) and all parts will be linked here in the masterlist under the cut 💕

Masterlist

Part 1

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Another for the bandwagon!

"Infamous Society Bachelor Still Untamed! Will This Season's Socialites Finally Make A Match For Magnate?"

"Readers, there's nary one of who hasn't heard of the escapades of the disreputable director themself. From the thrilling pieces rumoured to have been written by the Lord Regent about the Director's own adventures when they first arrived on scene (I know no modern woman who doesn't have a well-worn copy of the Regent's earliest, steamier works!), to the scandalous scenes caused by their continental attitudes at all of London's finest salons, the Director keeps our column busy. Only just last season they were at the center of a whirlwhind of gossip when they were spotted in close company with the Discerning Marquis! And yet, despite all the controversy surrounding them, cunning matriarchs are looking to make a match with the roguish magnate. We know they're likely eyeing the impressive wealth the Director has managed to accumulate through their razor sharp instincts in the markets, an exceptional enough feat that it convinced the Crown to delegate a task as important as the Hinterland Line to a foreigner. With no marriage made even into their thirties, London is watching with bated breath to see what might pass, knowing there's no current heir to their vast investments and the railway itself. But we will be here to cover all the latest developments as always, printed every fortnight at-"

Avci is a hassle to wrangle into these kind of games, if only because their personality, preferences, and actions are all dependent on their company, the current reputation they're trying to cultivate for the public, and whether or not they're just fucking with you. They are behind 100 walls of varying persona and cannot be touched. They rank fairly easy to start something casual or physical with, but nigh impossible to manage anything long-term or emotionally intimate. Alas, they've also likely already met their ideal partner, but the two of them instead act like permanently divorced parents to Lira. We don't discuss their last partner.

Their songs are "We Should Hang Out" by Con Bro Chill when they're being incredibly unserious, and "The Loneliest" by Måneskin during their rare genuine moments.

[podtudo]

• podtudo de hoje com @v6mpcat !

bom dia, boa tarde ou boa noite tudinhos do perfil! no podtudo de hoje, trouxemos a ilustre presença da bella, @v6mpcat ! sentem-se que lá vem tudo e mais um pouco!

1. Nos conte um pouco sobre você, tudinho da vez! Faça uma pequena biografia sua para nós.

R: oii pessoal, eu sou a Bella mas podem me chamar de Vamp tbm que tá tudo certo! estou aqui há 1 ano e meio, sou capixaba, INFP, pisciana e meus pronomes são ela/dela

2. O que ou quem te incentivou a postar esses posts maravilhosos do seu blog? Adoro!

R: então adm, eu sempre vinha aqui no twitter procurar packs pro meu twitter e achava muito legal o jeito que se combinava um icon com uma header. Acabou que em 2021 eu resolvi tentar combinar eu mesma, comecei a fazer packs e simplesmente viciei! Depois de um tempinho comecei a fazer moodboards tbm e nunca mais parei

3. O fav também tem favs fora do tumblr? Se sim, nos conte tudo sobre eles!

R: sinceramente todos que sigo são meus favs kk mas esses aqui moram no meu coração <3:

@oikawazitos @tookio @fshione @s-olaries @emocatts @s-eokie @menhpy @poetiqe @waterrr @jenflag @dearspnik @petitgetou @japnz @sun-kiwis @ifvswon

4. E sobre músicas, curte? Adoraria saber sobre as suas preferidas.

R: amooo música, não consigo viver sem! no momento as que eu mais to escutando são essas:

sin señal - quevedo

flowers - miley cyrus

gossip - måneskin

die for you - the weeknd

cardigan - taylor swift

5. Tem inspirações aqui ou fora do aplicativo? Nos conte sobre também!

R: gosto muito de me inspirar em músicas, até pq só faço moodboard ouvindo alguma mas os que me inspiram aqui são todos que eu marquei na pergunta 3 ☺️

6. E vamos de um top 5, seus maiores favs da edição icônica do tumblr!

R: meu deus nayara mt difícil essa pergunta!!

1. @tookio

2. @menhpy

3. @emocatts

4. @oikawazitos

5. @s-eokie

7. Poderia explicar mais sobre seu estilo de post? É tudo muito lindo e a curiosa que me habita quer saber tudo sobre essas maravilhas.

R: ai não acho que eu tenho um estilo específico não kk, o estilo do moodboard depende mt da foto principal na qual estou me inspirando

8. E na sua vida pessoal, tem hobbies? Uma lenda como você com certeza deve curtir fazer algo.

R: tenho hobbies sim! a coisa que mais adoro é ouvir música, mas tbm gosto mt de ler e assistir filmes/séries, além de sair com meus amigos e ficar no pinterest(ouvindo música junto então 🤌)

9. Indique alguns blogs fenômenais para os telespectadores!

R: vou indicar alguns que não mencionei acima, adoro mt esses blogs aqui:

@i6gyu @s-telar @m-qrk @jnieart @nyugore @nyuzinho @k-etak @zkdef @taebook @h4nagaki @chouqs @flwzai @i4219s @gioywon @minipizza @galapogos @multifancore @fuckici

10. Tem alguma pauta para os seus haters sem senso? Nos diga algo sobre esses sem noção aqui!

R: acho uma falta do que fazer tremenda, jogar ódio nas pessoas que elas invejam e ainda por cima espalhar fake news tudo por atenção, é coisa de gente mt sem noção mesmo

11. E por último, alguma situação constrangedora que já passou, todo mito de verdade já passou por uma dessas, não é? Vai ser incrível escutar alguma história de sua vida.

R: teve um dia na escola que meu lápis tinha caído e quando fui pegar, a cadeira acabou virando junto e eu caí com tudo no chão no meio da aula, ficou um silêncio do nada e senti todo mundo olhando pra mim, fiquei morrendo de vergonha e acabei fingindo um pequeno desmaio sério kkk

Agradeço sua presença ilustre aqui no podtudo!!! Volte sempre lenda, a Nayara a qualquer momento estará de braços abertos a você!

dep: eu que agradeço Nay!! obg por me entrevistar e pelos elogios tbm, adorei participar foi uma honra 🫶💗

[zeherili-ankhein]

SONGFIC! SONGFIC! ONE MORE SONGFIC!

Well... Not really, but

Jolene by Dolly Parton (feat Måneskin)

But it's just Sirius internally crying to Lily (Jolene) about James.

*note: I just love Sirius with any Måneskin song 😭

Your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn (red) hair

With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring, your voice is soft like summer rain

And I cannot compete with you, Jolene (Lily).

This matches so well lmao 😭😭

Like we all know Lily is damn pretty, and even if Sirius was (canonically) handsome he couldn't compare to Lily even in fantasy so...

He (James) talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name, Jolene (Lily) But I can easily understand how you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene (Lily).

It's not some secret James was HEAD-OVER-HEELS for Lily. So it only makes sense he talked about her in sleep.

[Also I headcanon James to be an early sleeper and morning bird, while Sirius to be an night owl (cuz dogs are usually annoyingly awake at night and just barking) so it's like a win/win thing. That Sirius is awake late at night only to hear James mumbling Lily's name and cry]

And ofcourse Lily doesn't know except she does about what James means to Sirius.

You could have your choice of men (Snape maybe or someone else) but I could never love again

He's the only one for me, Jolene (Lily)

I had to have this talk with you, my happiness depends on you

And whatever you decide to do, Jolene (Lily).

It just makes sense, that Sirius would be incapable of showing affection to anyone the same way he does to James.

Jolene (Lily), Jolene (Lily), Jolene (Lily), Jolene (Lily) I'm begging of you, please don't take my man Jolene (Lily), Jolene (Lily), Jolene (Lily), Jolene (Lily) Please don't take him just because you can.

Yeahhh...

All of this just ends in Jilypad.

@foreignink

[samuraiondo-mace-1177]

You make edits but do you ever get ideas for like full-blown animatics when listening to songs, fandom or oc-related? if not just give music recs if you want to (if yes also give music recs pls ^_^)

ALL. THE. TIME.

The issue is I can draw but I don't have the energy (that's why you'll see a lot of doodles on here instead of full blown art)

In terms of recs... this can depend on characters and games but uh-

Cherry Blossom - Shady Moon

BAD LUCK! - Jhariah

ENTER: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR DEATH - Jhariah

Telephones - Vacations

it boy - bbno$

GASOLINE - Måneskin

Gladiator - Jann (doin this one atm, might post)

I wanna say I love you - Takuya Kimura

This is a small handful of some

You can find them on Spotify! :D

[krsonmar]

I don't think I ever posted my Nandermo playlist, so here it is, with annotations: "Their Love Can't Be Put Into a Box full of Oreos and Pedialyte", a Nandermo fan playlist

1.) Please Don't Leave Me--P!nk

One way to describe this show is "it's bouncy and fun and about how horrible we are to the people who know us best". That called for radio pop about knowingly unhealthy relationships, so of course I went for P!nk. Listen to that bridge ("I forgot to say out loud...") and tell me that's not a Nandermo dynamic.

2.) King of Wishful Thinking--cover by Newfound Glory feat. Patrick Stump

Denial is the name of the game, kids! This cover gives the song a nice rock anthem feel. I'm proud of finding this for this playlist.

3.) I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE--Måneskin

A nice little song about inverting the servant-master dynamic. Who's really dependent on who? And who's really "corrupting" who? Also it's very queer, good old-fashioned campy glam rock. Play it for your Sunday School group!

4.) How's It Going To Be--Third Eye Blind

It's getting to be an unspoken rule when I make a playlist that I have to have one of three songs by Third Eye Blind and one of three by Vertical Horizon. In my defense, these two bands fell into a sweet spot in the late-90s where alt rock was getting just poppy enough but not too poppy.

This one's about knowing you want to leave, you're just waiting for something to happen to finally start the actual ball rolling on it, an inciting incident of some sort: a fight, a snafu you should be able to handle together but that snowballs instead, so on. It's the point in a deteriorating relationship where you've decided you want this to end and you just need an opportunity to enact the decision...but you're also mad at what you've lost. It's before the resignation where there's nothing left to say except "goodbye". Fifteen years and you're not a vampire yet, so please won't the other person give you a reason to leave? Special stuff, kids, and here it has a good singalong chorus and another rockin' bridge.

5.) If You Ever Leave I'm Coming With You--The Wombats

"This relationship degrades me so badly and don't you even think about trying to escape me!" Great to listen to on a loop while nailed into a coffin for weeks while sobbing quietly about how you were *going* to travel the world with your Nan-with your Master!!

6.) I Get A Kick Out Of You--Frank Sinatra

Yeah this one is out-of-place for this playlist but this playlist goes to some weird places. It's a fan playlist about goofy vampires, I do what I damn well want.

Nandor is 700 years old and can't die. He's been a deadly military warlord, watched empires rise and fall, and outlived the majority of his own descendants. He's gotta be pretty jaded. When you drink the blood of other people to live, a lot won't phase you anymore. That's the thinking behind this song. I think Nandor is kind of fascinated with Guillermo's mortality in a way (I wrote a meta post here) and that might play into why he doesn't want to turn him.

Also this song is a standard that gets remade all the time, so if you know of a version that isn't by Old Blue Eyes that you think would fit this playlist, I'd love to hear it.

7.) Dancin' In The Moonlight--either the 1970s original by King's Harvest or the 00s remake by Toploader, take your pick

Ah yes, a good old-fashioned autumnal ball for the supernatural who walk among us, perhaps held on the night when the veil between worlds is thinnest! And a classic song to dance to. I like to imagine our boys having a cute moment to this one; Guillermo trying to spin Nandor around by the hand until he realizes a second too late that the height discrepancy is ridiculous, Nandor doing some medieval Persian dance moves Guillermo tries to copy, long coats sweeping behind them as they twirl and boogie, lots of giggling. It ain't all angst here, folks.

8.) One Week by the Barenaked Ladies (the acoustic version from The Bathroom Sessions, find it on YouTube)

I have always loved this song, so I was thrilled to see it in the Fitness Center episode, and you know I had to get it in here. The song's about having a fight that could end in a breakup but you both know each other too well to stay mad, and this version--recorded in one of the band members bathrooms as an experiment in acoustics-turned-full impromptu YouTube series--conveys a good-natured casual intimacy and amiability that comes from years of deep familiarity--haha--and learning to get things done together and have fun with it while fully expecting each other's shortcomings and planning for them so it'll be okay. Maybe that's me reading a lot into it; yes, it's filmed in a bathroom, and it's an acoustic version of a song the band is known for even to non-fans, so Ed Robertson and Steven Page's easy back-and-forth ad libs have the comfort of years of doing this under it; but also, the song was almost 20 years old at the point this was filmed, so it's *that* level of "we know how to do this", and it you know the band's history, a few years later, the band kicked Steven out due to a lot of drama, with, IIRC, the understanding he could come back at some point if he worked on himself. Knowing that, the recording can read a lot like a comfortable, long-lived domestic relationship that eventually went south, but this is a snapshot of when times were still good.

I'm way overthinking this, but anyway, the song fits that episode of the show really well and I think this version heightens the "why" of that.

9.) You're A God, by Vertical Horizon

This is the other band with three songs that end up on all my playlists somehow. I really think Nandor and Guillermo have each other, despite what it seems, on a pedestal somewhat, and might even see each other as having a type of divinity that makes them untouchable to the other in some sense. Guillermo, to Nandor, is pure, fragile, mortal, in need of protection, unsuited to being "ruined" by vamipirsm...because then what other human would dare risk gracing Nandor with their time of day? Nandor, to Guillermo, is a powerful, aloof being, literally supernatural, infinitely more powerful than him and far less vulnerable (in multiple ways, so it seems), and promising him access to this thing he wants so badly if only he just proves himself enough.

Catholicism ahoy! And I'll take mine with a side of a modified Madonna-Whore Complex, please!

They've got some complexes, these two.

10.) Last one and then you can stop reading (why are you still reading this??)

Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler, or, depending on a few things, go for the techno remix by Nicki French

This song was actually written by the composer best known for his work with Meatloaf, for a campy rock opera about a human in an emotionally abusive relationship with a vampire. I know, right? If they don't use this song somewhere in the final season, I will riot. A good finale piece; I want to see it used in its techno incarnation for a climactic fight scene, I wrote a stupid thing a couple years ago about the idea. A nice, very fitting wrap-up to the playlist...and the show, perhaps?

Go take a break, you just read way too much meta about a fictional neurotic gay couple.