#if ur not then i will not. like i KNOWW u said ur into it but what if i am not intriguing ebough!!!!!!!!! ouh!!!!!!!

[nanaslutt]

Can we get a part 2 of when reader asks satoru and suguru if they fucked before

of course ml!! tysm for asking <3

part 1 here~

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, choking, hair pulling, anal sex (gojo gets fucked) spanking (geto spanks gojo once), dirty talk, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, dare i say sub satoru, sub/dom dynamics if you squint, suguru and reader are competitive, u tag team gojo together

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“so, when we’re you guys gonna tell me you’ve fucked before?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

gojo froze in place, pausing his efforts to get a towel to clean you up, he slowly turns to you, faux innocence on his stupidly pretty face, a big hand coming to rub the back of his neck

both you and geto stare at him, a smirk plastered on sugurus handsome features, heavy hand holding up his head, awaiting his response,

“now what on earth put that idea in your pretty little head?” he questions, hand falling on his hip sassily as he does an absolutely awful job lying

“oh i don’t knoww,” you drawl, pretending to think, “maybe geto telling you he was going to fuck you like it was the most normal thing in the world,” you scrunched your nose, shrugging

“but what do i know!” your eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile,

“nothing, you know nothing,” he replied, wiggling his finger back and forth in front of him like a child

“don’t tell me you forgot satoru, you might hurt my feelings.” geto teased, from his place between your calves, tilting his head to the side, “i know we were a little tipsy, but you told me i was an unforgettable fuck.” he pouted, faking offense, “you weren’t lying to me were you?”

satoru’s hand still on his hip like the sassy man he was, his mouth just flopping open and closing like a fish out of water, trying to think of a quick retort but failing to come up with anything, because the raven haired man was right

he was a truly unforgettable fuck

“now my feelings are hurt, he didn’t say I was an unforgettable fuck..” you pouted, crossing your arms over your bare chest,

“your mouth almost sucked the soul out of me,” he echoed from the hall

he had taken the opportunity of getos attention on you while he was ‘consoling’ you to slip out of the room, walking back in with a few damp towels, “course you’re an unforgettable fuck, way more than that monkey brained freak,” he hisses at geto, sitting next to you on the bed, using the warm towel to wipe his cum from your cheeks,

“oh? really?” geto let his head fall from his hand, landing against your knee, squinting his eyes at satoru while the blonde continued cleaning down your body, wiping up any fluids the two men had left

“think i remember making you cum..how many times was it again? 4? you were shooting blanks before i was even done with you” he smiles, rubbing your knee fondly with his strong hand while staring at gojo challengingly,

gojo looks away from your breasts, staring back into geto’s deep brown eyes,

“n they only made you cum once..” suguru mumbles into your knee,

“woah! woah, okay, I didn’t know i was competing with you in the first place!” you defend yourself, front half of your body shooting up, making gojo sigh as you accidentally knocked his hand back, “‘s not about quantity anyways, it’s about quality” you said smugly,

“n toru here, said I almost made him die so id say my quality is michelin star,” you proclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him before gojo pushed ur torso back down,

“i’m surrounded by a buncha babies jesus christ,” gojo shakes his head, pulling your leg out of sugurus grasp to access your leaking cunt better, pressing the harsh cloth against you and wiping you as gently as he could,

“sorry,” he winced for you in sympathy when you groaned out a protest, trying to close your legs on his hand at how painfully sensitive the rough towel made you feel, “anyways, you’re both good in bed, kay?” he continues,

“when suguru fucks me, it feels like my fucking guts are getting all messed up to make room for his stupidly big cock,” looking up through his lashes at sugurus smug expression, then back down to focus on what he was doing before making eye contact with you,

your arms still crossed over your chest, “n your throat squeezes me so fucking good i thought i was seein the pearly gates,” hand coming up to pinch your cheek, discarding the towel somewhere on the floor, standing once more to look for someone’s shirt on the floor he can put on,

“ ‘fucks’ as in you’ve had sex multiple times?” you stared in disbelief between the two of the large men, before settling your eyes on suguru

continuing your teasing you spoke up again, “and my compliment still sounded better,” you challenged him, a smug looks gracing your features

“you think so?” the raven haired man scrunched his eyebrows together, before turning his head to look straight at gojo’s supple bent over ass as he picked up a shirt and started to pull it over his head, “well, only one way to be sure which of us is really better.” he says to you quietly before standing

coming up behind gojo and grabbing his raised arms, preventing him from putting on his shirt, “hold that thought satoru, we’re in the middle of a little debate right now” yanking the shirt from satoru’s hands and throwing it back to its prior home on the floor,

“think you can help us? hmm?” he whispers, right into the shell of his best friends ear, sending goosebumps down his neck, “we’ll make it worth your while.”

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almost two hours later and the three of you were still in the same room, on the same bed,

gojo on his back, suguru fucking his cock right into his prostate as you face gojo, bouncing on his overstimulated dick, a thick ring of yours and his combined cum on the base of his overstimulated cock,

“c-cant cum anymore p-please- haaah- fuck please!” gojo whimpers out, thrashing his head back and forth on the sheets as fat tears drip down his face, making his cheeks shine under the light, “‘s too much ‘m too sensitive, ohmygodd” he drags, curses spilling from his lips one after another, his hold on your grip sure to leave nasty bruises as his hips fuck into your warm cunt without his brains permission,

“not till you tell us who’s better,” geto emphasizes with a heavy thrust, hand coming up to choke you out while he gives gojos poor hole the meanest treatment,

“‘s me right? ‘ve made you cum inside me so many times.” you slur, voice strained from getos rough grip on your throat

“bold of you to think that was your doing,” geto scoffs at you, “cmere,” he pulls your head back to press your lips together, other hand interlacing with gojos on your hip

satoru whines underneath the two of you, watching you makeout and feeling your cunt pulse around him because of suguru’s expert tongue work in your mouth had him spiraling

your hands coming up to grab geto’s wrist while he hums into the kiss, biting your lip between his teeth and pulling on it, letting it go before he chases after it and connects your lips once more

“‘m gunna cum again- please fuck- nggghhh i c-cant cum again,” gojo whines, squeezing getos hand and your hip for support as he’s falling into yet another orgasm and fast,

suguru pulls away from the kiss, releasing his grip on your neck as he pushes your lower back down twords gojos chest, “yes you can,” he growls

the raven haired man grabs your hair by the roots and pushes your face into satorus, “help him through it baby,” not needing to be told twice, you grab gojos cheeks with both your hands and slot your lips against his,

“mmmmph- mmm- can-t- p-please i-“ his protests being cut off by your lips, not letting him catch a breath

“got you, cmon” you comfort him in between your assault on his lips, geto reaching between his bestfriend and your body, finding your neglected clit, and rubbing sloppy circles on it, helping you get closer to your own high

“right there with you,” geto grits his teeth, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and tip his head back, so he can watch the show unfolding in front of him,

“gonna fill up this tight ass while you cum inside them, okay? and you’re gonna take everything we give you, right?” geto’s hips losing their rhythm, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm

gojo just whimpers into your mouth, hes trying to speak, he really is, but it’s all too much, he’s completely fucked out

“need to hear you say it satoru,” he emphasizes with a mean thrust, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight hole,

getos hand rubbing sloppily on your clit almost becomes too much, “yes! yesyes please ohmygod- gonna take it- shit-“ gojo’s whiney voice gets out just before he feels your cunt start to squeeze him,

“toru! fuuuuck me!” you whine, the blondes hips mindlessly fucking up into you helping you ride out your high as he cums so fucking hard, bordering on painful as spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you once more,

and he’s gasping, barely coherent broken moans of both of your names on satoru’s tongue

geto not far behind you as he stills, balls deep inside gojos ass, the last push he needed seeing the two of you cum all over each other,

“yesssss fuuuuck” he clenches his teeth together hard, toothy grin emerging on his face, finally letting his head fall back, eyes following suit, rolling to the back of his head, “take it f-fucking t-take it.” fucking each rope of his cum deep into gojo’s ass

all three of you bask in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms, core clenching and unclenching around gojo’s length as you finally come down, picking your head up from gojos neck and smiling at his current state,

he was sniffling and gasping, red faced, tears decorating his lashes, making them look like glitter, he appeared more fucked out than ever

geto behind him slowly pulls out his softening cock, and gojo lets out a long groan of overstimulation when he does so, digging his fingers into the fat of your sides and wincing, “fuck, please don’t move yet, might pass out if you do” he says to you, his poor dick crying for relief, still snug inside your pussy, twitching every so often against your walls

you giggle, peppering kisses all over his face, he lets his eyes shut, finally relaxing a little as he relishes in the feeling of your soft lips on his skin,

suguru coming around to sit by his head

when you stop your assult of kisses on his porcelain face geto grabs gojos cheek furthest away from him and makes him turn his head into his thick thigh, “so,” geto starts, rubbing his thumb on gojos cheek, “who was better?” he asks, cocky smile finding home once more on his face

gojos eyes shoot open, looking at him slightly panicked, squeezing your upper thighs for support before he speaks, looking back between the two of you,

“i….im afraid if i don’t answer we will never leave this room.” he gulps

geto confirms his fears, tilting his head to the side, face sporting the fakest smile of comfort gojo has ever seen, “you would be absolutely right.”

[trickyn1ghts]

something has possessed me.

[lewisvinga]

not so soft launch | alexia putellas x fem! reader

summary; alexia really doesn’t know what a soft launch is

fc; christina nadin

warnings; cursing

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; first woso fic / smau 😋 i rlly love smaus

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; mornings from mexico 🌞] [caption 2; beach beach beach]

username rue… when was this??

username Y/N?????1&/@929

friendone oh i know ur having the time of ur life

yourusername oh yes i am😋

yourbestfriend soft launch eraaa

yourusername if she can even do one,i am having my doubts 😞

yourbestfriend i mean it’s alexia,,, im sure she’d get what a soft launch is…..

yourusername we shall see 🤓

alexiaputellas amor???? my face isn’t even in the pictures?🤔

yourusername bc that’s what a soft launch is, babe😕

alexiaputellas todavía no entiendo 🙄 [i still don’t understand]

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liked by alexiaputellas, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: 🌴

username: are u soft launching 😞😞😞

username: body is tea tho😍

username: did we just lose y/n 💔💔

username: y/n w a gf? A WIN FOR THE GAYS!!🏳️‍🌈

username: those tattoos look familiar…👀👀

username: I KNOWW, maybe she’s dating a certain fcb player???🤔🤔

friendone:🫢🫢

friendtwo: tell her i say hola😋

yourusername: she said hi🤗

username: who is she plz y/n😠😠

username: when i shout my girl my girl my girl too much n i fr lost her ( i never had a chance )

alexiaputellas: why’d you crop my face out 🙁

yourbestfriend: i told u her ass doesn’t know what a soft launch is🥱

alexiaputellas: i do know🙄🙄

alexiaputellas: oh wait

yourusername: you’re so lucky i love you 😒

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liked by yourusername, marialeonn16, and others !

alexiaputellas: what is a soft launch anyways ?

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: i’m done u ruined my absolutely perfect soft launch😔😔

alexiaputellas: i’ll make it up to you😁

marialeonn16: there are?? children present???

alexiaputellas: you mean yourself 🤨????

marialeonn16: ???????

yourusername: love u but just accept it mapi

marialeonn16: NO???

yourusername: are u single ????🤭🤭

alexiaputellas: i’m dating this one girl who keeps whining in my ear about ruining her soft launch😕

yourusername: was gonna say ur hot or whatever but nvm🙄🙄

alexiaputellas: i can feel your eyes on me

yourbestfriend: y/n just has 0 shame unfortunately 😔

username: GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO????

username: oh she’s gorgeous 😍

username: IS THAT Y/N????

username: my two world colliding 😭😭

username: oh this is an it couple for sure

jennihermoso: you really couldn’t hold back, could you?

alexiaputellas: nope !

ingrid_engen: cuties 😍

marialeonn16: INGRID NO. they’re mean and they’re bullies

ingrid_engen: to be fair you do like to bother them a lot…

yourusername: 😁😁😁

marialeonn16: is this attack mapi day or what??

alexiaputellas: yes

username: i know damn well she knows what a soft launch is 😭

username: she rlly said fuck a soft launch and hard launches the most gorgeous girl ever😫

[cherrifire]

waip ohmygawd cherri that means ur gonna be first person (outside the smp) who’s gonna fuckin knoww who gets out of the series first when that eventually happens - how do u feel abt this 🎤

Well, that's not exactly true? Martyn tells me what happens to him in his pov. Because all that matters for the thumbnails are moments from his perspective and cool/funny/dumb things he did. Though, sometimes he tells me things I don't need to know if it was big enough I suppose? Like I knew about the Bad Boys Bread Bridge and the Bdubs and Skizz fight.

THAT SAID !! If Martyn is responsible for the first perma death, I will know about it. I bet if Jimmy is out first again he would probably tell me? If it's Martyn out first I will definitely know. Or maybe he just has something against me and will tell me no matter what. Who knows!

Either way, to answer your question: it feels great ..................

[nyccx]

Super rich kids with nothing but lose ends

Draco Malfoy x Reader

This story is inspired by this song

((One of my favs))

Also this is my first story on heree

You were getting ready with Pansy, because you two were supposed to go out with the guys. Every one knew what you were going to do. “Should I bring my books to study?” You asked,even though you already knew the answer. “Is that a joke or something you know we always say we’re going to study and then just drink some shit and forget what we’re supposed to do.” Pansy answered while applying her new perfume. “I knoww but I thought we might actually study this time, Snape is on my ass with all those exams, I thought he liked the Slytherin kids more but he seems to just really hate me.” You moaned. “Noo you get it all wrong he hates everyone he just hates you the most.” She said laughing. “Wow thanks a lot now I feel better.” You laughed. “No problem,btw are you done yet Draco and Mattheo are waiting.” She said reading the text she got from them. “Yea sure but what about Blaise,Enzo,Theo,Tom and Reggie?” You asked. “they’re getting the stuff yk also lets go outside nowww.” She whined. “Alrr sorry for making you wait so long for your dray dray.” You said while basically dying of laughter. “Yea right cuz I’m the one missing draco over the holidays.” She protested . “Oh shut up and let’s goo.” You replied.

As you got to your fav hang out spot you could already smell the weed Theo probably brought, you sat besides between Enzo and Blaise (mostly cuz the were the most chill and didn’t care about ur raging crush on Draco). Draco stood up and offered you a glass of wine they brought. You asked him what whine it was he didn’t know and even if he knew he was probably too drunk to even pronounce the name,if he was only half as drunk he would probably not even be able to speak to you. After some drinks and some talking you noticed how Blaise and Theo were hyping Draco up, you didn’t quite get why but u thought it was quit funny and you couldn’t stop staring cuz his hair was so MMM and his hands were so AAAAAH and don’t get me started on his eyess. After some time of actually listening to what they said you were even more confused because Theo was always telling Draco he could cut his confidence in half and still have to much so you didn’t get why he was now basically screaming at him that he was usually so confident he should just go for it so you were like totally confused, but after like 15 minutes of them hyping draco up Draco got up and said, “alright but y’all owe me,because this is going to be wayy to embarrassing if it doesn’t go how y’all said.” And they just nodded. Then he walked towards you and asked if he could talk to you in private for a bit and you agreed.

So you went with him and as soon as you were out of hearing distance he just couldn’t stop talking “Okayy so I know you probably got a crush on Enzo or something but you are like the best thing that ever got in my life cuz even if I tried I can’t stop thinking about you and believe me I tried since second year so I just had to get it out and I know your probably gonna reject me cuz I’m not your type but I love you and I just had to say it cuz my thoughts of you were just eating me up soo yeaa.” And for a second you just didn’t know what to say,so you just grabbed him by his shirt and gave him a kiss after while you opened your mouth basically giving him the permission to slide his tongue in,and so he totally did when you both stoped you just said “I love you.” And what happened next was a blur cuz everyone was pretty drunk.

The next morning you woke up looked up and you were about to scream until you saw Draco beside you.

Later after everyone was awake Pansy showed you the video she secretly made cuz you totally forgot and after that day there wasn’t a day that draco wasn’t there.

[stunnagrlss]

decided to try this shit so

STUNNAGRLSS OFFICAL INTROO 😛

whats up yawlll it's ur bitch jaydah ! soo i decided i wanted to do a intro before i started writing so if yall didn't know im a matt girl obviously that nigga can bend me over anywhere !! i'm a brownskin baddie ready to write for my poc girls u already knoww !

LIL BABY INTRO

as i said before i am a proud black baddie !! nd i love the triplets fr. my fav colors are deff pink and blue they're so cutesy to me !!

yall i feel shit so hard it's actually crazy but i'm lowkey shit at writing so don't say shit about that i only write to read it back and giggle idgaf about yall opinions on my shiii !!

i love cheesy rom coms and everything romantic. i'm a lover girl fr 😓 !

i'm constantly editing and always spamming mh blog so don't mind that!! lemme just say this tho I NEED INTERACTIVE MOOTS BOOKIES!! like real bad .

ALL MY FAVS

my fav artists are olivia rodrigo , jhene aiko , beyoncé , gracie abrams , billie eilish , 21 savage , summer walker , drake , nicki minaj , ik they a band but paramore got my heart fr !! ik my music taste all over the place leave me alone .

fave movies are def my girl and tangled and maybe the princess and the frog , i can watch those movies for the rest of my life !! also any madea movie 😭 .

fave youtubers are defff courtreezy , larray , martin , sturniolos obvi , deb smikle , erika diane , fannita , onyebabyyyyy , doris nd ariyan rosè 🤭

best believe i be giggling watching my favs !!

my celeb crushes are so controversial but i would buss it down for keith powers. lmk if yall want my full listtt !

fave shows are mean girls (nowthatstv) , tsitp , pjo , jessie , kc undercover , young and reckless , stranger things , on my block (my shit fr) , all the baddies series !! , euphoria , gilmore girls , tvd !

DA END 😛

don't be afraid to ask me to write anything i just won't write all that shitting and like incest shit (ewt.)

also bare w me i'm a retired wattpad writer so i might be procrastinating !! .

anyways bye hoes love yall mwah 💋

[ahqkas]

HIHI AGAIN!! hruu? I hope you’re doing well, please take care of yourself always! I haven’t been messaging a lot lately (IM SO SORRY 😭😭), i’ve been feeling lethargic lately like. huh. !! but anw, i hope ur eating well and such!! ALSO I LOVE THE NEW THEMEE <33 IT MATCHES UR VIBE SM

im glad to have given you a fic idea HAHAH,, talking about mattheo’s bg and his arcs are such a cool topic anyways! I AGREE WITH WHAT YOU SAID !! i imagine that once his fear takes into the form of his father, he’d gulp and hesitate and all— shaking as he casts the ridikkulus spell,, he probably left right after doing so— away from people and such.

I KNOWW!! most likely I think Mattheo is trying to like make letters and place them in probably all of the mailboxes known in the UK 😭😭 he genuinely just wants to know why his parents left him— deprived him, abandoned him and shape him to something much worse?

OOH!! do share abt ur hcs and thoughts about that topic 👀 but for me, i like to think that once he looks in the mirror, he’d be surrounded by his friends (his found family), and the dark mark gone. tricky questionn, but im also thinking abt it!!

i missed u too 🥹 I haven’t had a lot of free time lately!! but i’ll try to interact more <33 ALSO!! ur flight is going near! good luck and stay safe, you’ll do great! ^^ TAKE CARE OF URSELF ALWAYS!! - c: anon

HII ML , i’m doing good wbu?? i hope you’re taking care of yourself ☹️🫶🏻 THANK YOUU i appreciate u sm ily <33

HEAR ME OUT ; the boggart’s sudden appearance sent chills down mattheo’s spine as the sight of voldemort triggered the deep anxiety inside the boy’s system. his heart raced, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. his throat was dry all of sudden and his palms clammy. the boggart in the form of his father towered over mattheo menacingly, and his thoughts repeated the same memories again and again, almost like in a circle. the orphanage, the deprived love of his mother. oh, how he missed the feeling he’d never felt before.

the fear quickly shifted into something deeper. a spark of anger ignited within him as mattheo clenched his fists, his jaw tightened to the point he wasn’t sure if he made the sounds or if it came from the students behind him, whispering of the situation playing before them. the boggart, his own father, was silent, only judging his heir with the cold look in his eyes.

mattheo recalled the countless times he has struggled to prove himself not just to the other kids but to himself, carving his identity from the depths of his father’s shadows. he thought of his friends and the life he wanted to live, free from the suffocating grip of his past.

“riddikulus!”

NOOO STOP he’s my baby i swear ☹️☹️ our hcs are canon now❕hmm i’ll surprise u with my hcs for the mirror of erised once i post a fic about the scenario 😋😋

[larsulrichsblog]

what was ur first opinion on the members of metallica when u met them?

WELLLLL

kirk - he's really nice, sweet, cool guy!! since I met Kirk, I've never taken my eyes off him, I feel really different when I'm with him its just KSKSKS YOU KNOWW??

james - HE WAS SHY AS FUCK LIL BRO 😭😭😭 but yk we got along and boom 💥

dave - bro was just so straight-forward like FOR REAL. hes really charming tbh, cool guy (hes sometimes a dick🙏🏻🙏🏻)

ron - beep gnorp berp burp peepwp perpp no just kidding OKAY ACTUALLY HES A REALLY FUN GUYY! im sorry we outcast you lil bro🙏🏻

cliff - YOURE SOMETHING LIL BRO LIKE YOURE SOOO FUCKING LIKE YOURE THE GUY YK? LIKE WHEN I FIRST LAID EYES ON YOU AND I SAID TO JAMES "dude we have to get this guy in metallica" 🙏🏻😭😭 also youre a no-fucks-given attitude type of guy

jason - you were a quiet person to me fr, but not like nerd ass quite no HELDOPP but yk you're cool guy, all my friends are all cool 😋 i think you're just like dave but more emotional ? I DOMG KNOW

[onlyjaeyun]

zadie <33333

i know i previously said i was not prepared for the angst but now im genuinely ready for shit to go down because in my head, the bigger the angst = the fluffier & juicer the smut will be 😙 cant wait for daddy dom jongie to make his appearance 🤭🤭🤭🤭

side note i also want to say a big F U to shiah like girl we all know the saying delulu is the solulu but she's taking it one step too far i fear 😭 buying UR OWN flowers and posting it making it seem like jongie got it for her?;!:!/ when yn fights back and ms girl finally gets her karma i will be the first one laughing at her downfall

YOU KNOWW IT BABY 🤭🤭🤭 i love indulging in juicy smut after heavy angst, just kicks better tbh 💀 and im glad you guys are just as excited about it as i am 🤪

and omg LITERALLYYYY 😭 like she's genuinely delusional and even if she's not like in love with him buying your own flowers is..batshit 💀

and dont you worry baby, y/n's gonna get her GOOD 🤗

[gorbi]

THIS IS THE STREET YOUTU RISING UUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP CANNOT SOEND ANOTHER NIGHT IN THIS HOOME I CLOSE MY EYES AND TAKE A BREATH REAL SLOOOW THE CONSEQUENCES IF I LEAVE IM ALOONE BUT WHATS THE DIFFERENCE WHEN U BEG FOR LOVE AAUSE IIII RUUN THRU GLAAASS INN THE STREEEEET KEROSENE HEAAARARARAAEWAAEEARTS CARRY THE NAME THAT MY FATHER GAVEE MEE AND TAKE THE FACE OF THE WOOOOOLF CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAAND MY OOONLY RETREAAAT WITH HEAVEN ABOOVE UU THERES HEEELL OVER MEEEEEE I MET A GIRL WHO NEVER LOOKED SO ALOOONE LIKE SUGAR WATER IN UR MOUTH LIKEWARM SHE TIED HER CHEERY STEM FOR ME WITH HER TOOONGUE WE FELL IN LOVE AND NOW WERE BOTH ALONE CAUSE III DONT NEED AAANYMORE FRIEEEENDSSSSSS AND ANOTHER KISS LIKE A FIRE ON PAVEMENT WELL BURN IT DOWN TILL THE EEEEND OHHWOAAAOHHH CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAAND MY ONLY RETREAAAAT WITH HEAVEN ABOVE U THERES HELL IVER MEEEEEEEE THE WATER IS RUSTED THE AIR IS UNCLEANN AND THERE FOR A SECOND I FEEL FREEEEE CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAAND MY OOONLY RETREAAAAAT IVERE WAAAITED ALLL THIS NIGHT TOOOO HOOONOUR UUUU AND SAY I KNOWW ITS HAAAAAAAARDDD BUT WHOOPO RRRR UUUU TO FALLOL APARRTTRR ON ME... ON MEEEEEEE CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAND MY ONLY RETREAAAT EITH HEAVEN ABOVE U THERES HELL OVER MEEEEE U SAID WHAT ABOUT US WELL WHAT ABOUT MEEEE HANG FROOM THE GALLOWS ASOEEP IN THE RAIIIAIN CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAND MY OOONLY RETRETAATAAA PARALYZE MEEEEEE DOOONT LET ME JUMP DONT LET ME FAAAAAAAUEOOTJGJFFKGLLHLLLL

[chososcamgirl]

HEYYY SIGMA ALPHA IYAAA GMMM HRUUUU ‼️🔥🤗 DAILLYYY CHECK INNN TIMEEE YK ITT RISE AND GRINDDD 🐺🐺

IM SERIOUSLY LACKING IN MY ASKS RECENTLY SO IM SORRY ABOUT THAT POOPIE PLS DONT BITE ME 😖😰

IM SO GLAD WORK IS GOOD BUT TRY AND GET MORE REST ‼️🔥 U CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN U ALPHA 🤞🐺

IM GONNA RETURN THE CHARGER TODAY (and hopefully buy some things 😈😈) BUT GIRLLL I DO NOTTT WANT TO PAY THAT FEE URNENRNR KINDA WISH I WENT BACK AND RETURNED IT BUT IT WAS RLLY LATE AND WOULD HAVE BEEN DANGEROUS AND A GIRL NEEDS TO GET HER PRIORITIES STRAIGHT YKYK⁉️

OKKK THOUGHTS ON LAST CHAPTER 😈🐺🔥

nadnndbMDNDNEISNSNDNE DNENENEKE FUCK DUXK FIXKKKK I KNEWWWW IT WAS GONNA BE MEGUMI THANK YOU QUEEN FOR NOT GIVING IN TO SUKUNA BECAUSE GODDDDD 😭😭🔥🔥 BUT OMFGG??? “‘YOU SURE YOU DONT WANT TO STAY?’” OH MY GODD I AM SATTT UGHH THE PET NAMES, PERSONALITY SWITCH, EVERYTHING OMFGGG I WOULD HAVE CLUNGGGG ONTO THAT FUCKING MAN OMG YHE CHOKEHOLD THAG THIS CHAPYER HAD ON MEEE UGHHHEHHEHEHESK

IM SUCHHHH A SLUT FOR CLINGY MEN PLEASEEE LIKE OMFG JUST FUCK ME ALR HWBEBEBSKENNEND TWEAKING RN CUS THATS LITERALLY SO 🤗😍🔥😚🤤 I NEED SOMEONE LIKE THAT SOO BAD KEND GNAWING AT MY ENCLOSURE AND DROOLING RN OMG THE WAY I WOULD FORGET ALL OF HIS RED FLAGS LIKE I GUESS YN IS STRONGER THAN ME AFTER ALLLLLL WNNENEN AND THE FACT MEGUMI WAS WAITING FOR THAT TEXT OMGG ITS A NEED NOT A WANT 😍😍 ME AND WHO??? LIKEE WHENS IT MY TURN

the ai anon… I AM OUTTTT TO GET U HOW DARE U HO.. 👿👿 but iya.. ur writing is so fire you got your first allegation.. THATS HOW U KNOWW U MADE IT WHEN PEOPLE START ACCUSING U OF SHIT ‼️ guessing ai anon said that out of jealousy bc they can’t cook like you can iya but still.. ai anon i am OUT to get u 😡😡 the new chapter was SO FULLING KMFG IM FILLEDDD (in more than one way)

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US ONCE AGAINNN IGNORE AI ANON THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEYRE TALKING ABOUTT UR SO FYA 🔥🔥

toge running in on yn… omfg the way I RECOILED. Like I would just start digging my grave ON THE SPOT bc you KNOW I would never be caught sleeping with the ops (unless toge was the op but he would never be one 🥰😍🤗 [please let me hit im so desperate] “‘…but you owe me.’ There was a glint in his eyes, hinting at the mischief he always seemed to conjure.” OH OKAY 😍😍 WHAT WOULD THE FAVOR BE⁉️⁉️ 🤤🤤🔥

Maki going straight to yuta after the fight… OKAY GIRL GET UR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT 😭😭 how is this man still a side hoe/fwb I’m FUMING for him LMAO someone get them tg already ‼️

Sjap toge ily please marry me 🙏🙏 i can provide a good sense of humor, cunt, and lipgloss please give me a chance 🤤🤤🤗🤗🥰

CANT WAIT FOR NEXT CHAPTERRR DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO RUSH GIRL THE EDGING KEEPS US UP 🤗😍‼️

Sigh.. guess who’s ovulating.. on their own.. on a weekend.. ALONE… cramping… 💔 (hint: it’s me) UGHH I HATEREE BLEEDING MY PUSSY OUTT ESPPP WHEN I GET JT ON MY SHEETS. I WOKE UP TO A MURDER SCENE. ON MY WHITE SHEETS. WHITE. SHEETS. I’ll never recover from this 💔 BUTTTT I means I’ll be period free for the next month!! And that includes HALLOWEEN WEEKENDDDDD SENNENDNEN 🔥‼️ im doing matching costumes w my friends but we don’t know what yet 😭

I HAVE MY AMBASSADOR MEETING TMRWWW GANG WISH MY LUCK ‼️🤗

LYCHEE⁉️⁉️ OMG I LOVE LYCHEE.. THE OLIVE THEORY.. WERE SOULMATES 😍😍

MY HOT TAKE… I HATE DR.PEPPER.. IVE TRIED SOOO HARD TO LIKE IT BUT IT JUST TASTES LIKE CHERRY COUGH MEDICINE 😭🔥

OKOK QOTDDDDD… WHATS A LIFE HACK YOU SWEARRR BY ⁉️⁉️🤞

HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/ HAD AN AMAZING DAY ‼️‼️ ILYSMM BYE SIGMA 😈😈

- 🐺

HI ALPHA!!!🐺🐺

NO UR SO OKAY!! i’m getting to ur ask now i promise ill be on top of them more as well😓😓 THANK YEWWW im feeling much better now so im happy <33

GIRL JUST KEEP IT ATP😭 do NAWT pay the fee🫵🫵 $40 is actually ridiculous and yes prioritise ur safety first over anything🙏🙂‍↕️

LMFAO IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT😈😈 sjap megumi is CLINGY. he was waiting for that exact text since they’ve met like and when he got it trust he was jumping up and down😏😏😏 sjap clingy megumi truther FOREVER 💯 also the ai anon I KNOW😭 eh i didn’t really bother w them i know they don’t mean any ill intent but it was just a weird ask to send like atleast don’t put urself on anon and face it but we ball🔥🔥🔥 thank you poo poo 🫂🫂 also i started calling my cat poo poo bc of you and i laugh everytime 😭😭😭

I KNEW YOUD LOVE THE TOGE BIT😭😭😭 fan service for you but omg the favour is going to be [REDACTED] so yeah🙂‍↕️ i NEED to write a sjap toge spinoff after i finish this one i just cannot i know it’ll eat so hard🗣️ YUTAMAKI TRUTHER FOREVER (i still love nobamaki too tho)

NAUR NOT THE WHITE SHEETS😭 omg when i hate when you can physically feel it come out of ur pussy like omg it’s like SUCH A GROSS FEELING EAUGH. BUT YESS HALLOWEEKENDDDD i’m supposed to go my co workers party but idk if i want to LOL i still have no friends in this city besides my co workers but idk i’m content rn i know uni is starting next year but that’s not until 6 more months😭 but we’ll see

YAYY I HOPE IT WENT WELL ALPHA‼️‼️ I KNOW U DID GREAT <3 OMG THE OLIVE THEORY😍😍😍 yes we r soulmates… ive never tried dr pepper mainly bc we don’t have it here so i wouldn’t know😭😭😭

AOTD‼️ IDK MANY BUT the post used one i do is putting a wooden spoon over boiling water so it doesn’t overflow (idk if that counts but yeah) HBY🫵

THANK YEW ALPHA!! I HOPE U HAVE A SUPER SIGMA DAY!! <33

[eddiesghxst]

AHH HI STINK🤭

YES WE LOVE NAOMI, i can confirm she will not be switching up, she is one of the characters who i’m 100% sure will always be a real bitch🤞and we love her for that!

yes richie definitely has his fill of chaos with the boys, those four are just constantly raising his blood pressure, but that’s his little family right there🥹

LMAOO LOOK WHEN I WAS WRITING ABT JAMES I WAS LIKE HOL AWNNNNN EDDIE COME SWEEP READER QUICK BC SHE MIGHT FOLD THIS MAN IS FOINE !!🤭😭 LISTEN EDDIE HAD TO BE HUMBLED SOMEHOW, HE NEEDED SOME COMPETITION, maybe james will have another appearance in the future hehe🤭

ALSO THE PART ABT HIM SAYING NEW YORK AND MEANING READER, LMAOO LITERALLY

eddie in his mind: wow look at her, she’s so hot i think i creamed my pants

eddie speaking to the crowd: wow, you look amazing birdie— I MEAN NEW YORK, FUCK!

IM CRYING NO LITERALLY EDDIE IS INSANE FOR PLAYING IN FRONT OF THEM LIKE THAT, JAMES WAS LIKE “wow this is a great shot😌🎥” WHILST READER AND EDDIE ARE OVER THERE EYEFUCKING EACH OTHER, GOD BLESS MY MANS JAMES FR

ugh yes bestie, eddie was feeling bold tonight okay, he said listen what ur not gonna do is flirt w MY photographer when im literally right here🙄 he’s so sassy and needy and greedy i hate him

I KNOWW I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THAT INTERVIEW I WAS LIKE “AWWWW THEYRE MAKING UP🥹….anyway, back to the original plot” LMAOO

AND IM SORRYYYY BAE DONT HATE ME LISTEN WONT ANSWER OR SPOIL ANYTHING BUT ONE THING I CAN CONFIRM IS THE RED HEAD WAS IN PART ONE AND TWO SOO🤭😭 ITS COMIN FULL CIRCLE QWEENS !

thank u so much bb I LOVE U ALWAYS U MAKE MY DAY EVERYTIME U PEEP IN, I PROMISE READER WILL GET JUSTICE IN DUE TIME <3

PRICE OF FAME (PART 5/?)

HEHEHE THIS ONES PACKED W LOTS OF... STUFF, ENJOYYYY!!!

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: eddie doesn't think he hates you anymore and you can't figure out eddie's game

contains: enemies to lovers trope, smoking, drug and alcohol use, sexual themes, masturbation (f), maybe a little kith (hehe), flirting, and eddie being a jealous boy <3

word count: 6.5k

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The four-day break seems to go by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, it’s show day again.

As always, everybody is busy and filled with pre-show jitters. Although Eddie and Gareth have yet to speak with one another and resolve their dispute, breakfast is not as tense as last time, and you assume the time away from each other has aided in that realm. But then again, you have an inkling that Eddie is only putting up a nice front for Wayne since it’s his last day in New York.

Eddie is stiff and rigid throughout the morning, taught as a guitar string and vividly battling something he has yet to announce. He’s quiet at breakfast and only speaks when directly addressed, and he doesn’t taunt any back and forth that could transpire between him and Gareth. Jeff’s girlfriend joins the table for the first time, and you sit beside her. 

Naomi is kind and bubbly with tight, curly brown strands that smell of honey and lime whenever she brushes past you. She’s from a small town in Georgia, where she spent most of her life before going off to college and getting a bachelor's in fine arts. She tells you about her most recent projects and showcases and even invites you to attend if you’re ever in town, and you take her number to keep in contact.

Jeff has radiant energy throughout the meal, and you think he and Naomi make a fine couple with how they seem to complete each other.

After breakfast, you make a few calls for work and fill in Anna on your progress. She informs you that they’re working on setting a date for Corroded Coffin’s photoshoot for the magazine and should be in contact with Richie sometime soon. When Anna asks how the trip has been so far, you lie and tell her it’s been seamless and fun. 

You never told Anna about Eddie hating your guts, and you don’t even debate telling her that you’ve somehow stirred the pot between two of the band members or that you kissed the lead singer.

You’re still having a hard time convincing yourself that it was even real.

For a moment, when you woke up this morning, you thought you’d dreamt of kissing Eddie, but no dream ever feels as vivid as that.

You could feel the warmth radiating from Eddie’s body, the coolness of his rings stinging your cheeks when he placed his hands over your jaw to pull you in. The taste and smell of weed mixed in with the worn-down scent of his cologne from the day. And the kiss was so quick, and you were so sleepy you barely had enough time to memorize what his lips felt like or how the feeling of his warm breath against your upper lip sent shivers down your spine.

It left you in a daze for most of the day. Every time you remembered what had happened, your heart raced and the back of your neck heated— and you wanted to ask Eddie what the fuck that was about, but Eddie was nowhere to be found.

After breakfast, Eddie practically falls off the face of the earth. Nobody hears from or sees Eddie, and he doesn’t even show up for rehearsals, which is when Richie becomes suspicious.

“Has anybody fuckin’ seen Eddie, for the love of god?” Richie exclaims. Off to the side, the bass player plucks a deep tune in boredom. Standing center stage, Jeff looks at Richie and shakes his head before glancing at the other two members. Gareth sits behind his drum set, twirling the thick drumsticks between the knuckles of his fingers, lower jaw promptly working a piece of gum as he shrugs. His eye looks better, you note.

And that’s another thing. Gareth has been avoiding you like the plague. You didn’t talk to him much before, but now it’s as if you don’t even exist, and fuck is it making your job more complicated than it already is. How are you supposed to write about Corroded Coffin when half of the said band hates your guts?

Wayne had been spending the day at the hotel, preparing to fly back tomorrow morning, so you doubt he knows where his nephew went. Richie asked an assistant to check if Eddie was being a hermit in his room, but to nobody’s surprise, Eddie wasn’t there either.

By the time 8 o’clock rolls around, the doors to the venue have opened for fans to flood in, and Eddie is still yet to show up. You stand in front of the barricade, a perfect and obstructed view of the stage where you can see everything, including the hustle backstage. 

Wayne has opted for a seat next to the sound booth in the crowd, claiming he’d rather not spend the next few hours standing on his feet, “When you’re older, you’ll understand.” He claimed.

You enjoy the opening act, bopping along and singing to the lyrics you know, and before you know it, the band is leaving, and the clock for Corroded Coffin’s appearance is ticking— still, no word from Eddie.

You’re busy watching the stage crew set up Corroded Coffin’s display when a familiar face approaches you. “How’s the article coming along?”

James, one of the three tour photographers for Corroded Coffin. You sat next to James on day five of breakfast. James is kind, and with your little snippets of conversation, you’ve come to peg him as not exactly what you’d expect. 

James’ skin is littered with tattoos, sleeves up both arms with intricate ink slithering up his neck. You’d ask him how many tattoos he has in total, and he’d confessed that he lost count a long time ago and has now resulted in just throwing out a random number when people ask, to which you laughed.

He has jet-black curly hair that you’ve only seen at breakfast because he likes to slick it back most days, and he has piercings in each ear and one on his right eyebrow. 

He’s a character, James. Intimidating from the outside, but nothing but soft, fluffy teddy bear warmth on the inside. 

“It’s… well, it’s going. I’ve still got a bit of work to do, but so far, so good.” You nod. James smiles and nods, “I’m excited to see the final product. I won’t lie, after we spoke at breakfast, I did a little digging,” he responds. You raise your eyebrows in interest, “Digging?”

“Yeah, you know, looked at some of your past work and whatnot— which, by the way, the piece on the Cocteau Twins was insane,” He exclaims. Your eyes widen, “Really? Not many people talk about that one; I didn’t think it got around.” You laugh.

James tells you about his favorite pieces of yours he read, and he asks questions about each one of them. What your favorite interview was, who were you most excited to write about, and which of your works is your favorite piece so far.

You eventually end up talking about James and his current projects aside from the tour. He tells you about the new exhibit he’s partnering with in downtown LA. It’s an immersive piece, something new in the art world where the audience, for the first time, will get to experience art in a more tangible way. It’s more interactive and fulfilling for those who struggle to grasp the full context behind the art, and James seems more than excited about it when he tells you to stop by if you have the time.

However, before you can respond, the lights in the venue dim, and the crowd roars. 

This has always been your favorite part of a show, that moment when the lights cut off and the arena comes to life with a shared excitement. It’s exhilarating and pulls you to the edge of your seat, no matter how often you’ve seen it.

Through the smoke-filled venue and the dark atmosphere, you can see each of the boys file out onto the stage, Gareth spinning his drumsticks between his knuckles as he steps onto the drum riser while the other two grab their instruments. Three members are on stage, and you remember that Eddie has been missing in action for the entire day.

The crowd grows louder when they see the shadows of the boys on stage, screaming their names and chanting in anticipation. And as he shreds the first chords to the opening song, you worry that Eddie really might’ve skipped out on tonight’s show.

You’re happily mistaken, however, because soon you see another figure step out, and the crowd goes deafeningly loud.

Beside you, James smiles and shakes his head, “Shit never gets old,” he yells over the screams.

And your heart is racing for some reason as you watch the tall figure walk in the darkness, curly mane of hair akin to a halo as he steps up to the mic, electric guitar strapped across his body.

He leans into the mic and says a few words, words you don’t even hear due to how loud the crowd is, but you feel the gruffness and bass of his voice booming through the speakers, and you nearly mistake it for your heartbeat.

Because when the song finally starts and the stage lights go up, you’re at a loss for words.

Eddie is gorgeous, undeniably so; he always has been, and you never thought he wasn’t. The only thing that got in the way of Eddie’s beauty was his shitty attitude towards you. But this… the way Eddie looks tonight— you’re a speechless and wavering mess of mixed feelings.

Tonight, Eddie is beautiful.

His hair is down as usual, curly and healthy strands sitting pretty atop his shoulders, and he’s opted to play the show in nothing but leather pants and his usual boots.

His upper body is on full display, broad shoulders, and muscles flexing with each strum of his guitar, back muscles working overtime as he trashes along to the music. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tattoo-covered skin glistening beneath the lights, and you want nothing more than to run your hands down his chest and watch the way it smudges beneath your fingertips.

When the second song finishes, Eddie’s chest is heaving as he pauses and looks out into the crowd, scanning the rows with a lopsided, smug grin.

You can hear faint pants leaving his lips as he leans into the mic, jewelry-wrapped fingers hugging the fret of his guitar. He gazes in silence for a moment, listening to the cheers of the crowd that pull the corners of his mouth into a wider grin. And you don’t even notice the rest of the band on stage because all you see and hear is Eddie.

You hold your breath when his eyes find yours, and your knees nearly buckle at the sight of his dark eyes shining beneath smudged, black eyeliner. 

“Fuck,” he breathes with a smile, softly laughing when the crowd screams at his voice, “Do you look good tonight, New York.”

And he’s saying this and looking at you.

He is staring at you like he can see through to your soul, and it makes your head dizzy with a whirlwind of emotions and greedy wishes.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until Eddie finally looks away from you and into the crowd, “Are you ready to have a good time, New York?”

Eddie has never, in all his years of living, played as well as he did tonight.

He’s not sure what exactly caused this; maybe the fact that Wayne is in the crowd tonight, or perhaps because he’s still pissed with Gareth, or maybe because he can’t stop thinking about kissing you, or probably because he hates the way you and James won’t stop fucking talking to each other.

Eddie doesn’t know why it pisses him off to see you laughing and enjoying the company of James, but it does. It ticks him off to no end, and he can’t help the feeling that brews in his chest when you lean forward to hear James over the music or when James innocently squeezes your bicep to get your attention before he says something.

By the middle of the show, Eddie has had enough. He’s four shots of tequila in, and he’s feeling bold with the crowd's energy, so when his infamous guitar solo in one of the songs comes, he doesn’t stand center stage as usual.

No, Eddie makes sure to walk over and stand right in front of where you and James stand and play his solo like it’s the last time he'll ever play.

It’s a sinful view, and the crowd goes wild, the big screens zooming in on his skilled fingers dancing across the frets, the flexing of his wet torso, the flutter of his lashes when he closes his eyes and tosses his head back. His lips are slick and parted in ecstasy from the adrenaline high. 

And Eddie can feel your eyes on him. Can feel the heat of your gaze burning through every inch of his body, rolling over every movement he makes and taking him in like he’s a prized possession in a museum. He thrives off of it, and he plays harder.

When his solo ends, Eddie doesn’t bother looking at the crowd or James or his band; no, Eddie only looks at you, making sure you understand what he’s trying to say through his eyes. And for a moment, Eddie wishes James would turn the camera away from him and capture your beauty instead— because you look like an angel under red lights.

Eddie has only allowed himself small moments to appreciate the sight of you, but now, he is greedy with the upper hand he has. He takes in every piece of you; your hair, your eyes, your lips, the delicate necklace kissing the skin of your collarbones— and Eddie wants to run his tongue up the side of your neck and hear you whimper for him. Wants to dig his teeth into your skin until you keen and whine and beg him for more more more. 

The skirt you’re wearing, god, it’s fucking short, and Eddie imagines the way your skin would feel beneath his fingers, pressing into the fat of your thighs and marveling when the skin gives way to the pressure. Hot and messy fingerprints all around your hips and ribs. Teeth bearing marks across your stomach and chest. Eddie is dizzy with lust and need, and he feels like a fucking animal writhing and waiting to pounce.

Greedy, greedy, greedy.

He wants it all.

The rest of the show goes back and forth like that. Eddie catches glimpses of you and James talking and takes it upon himself to direct your attention back to the stage— back to him. Near the end, James finally focuses on his fucking job and busies himself with taking pictures instead of flirting with you, and Eddie walks off the stage feeling satisfied.

The band does their meet and greet backstage and signs a few autographs before they can do their usual post-show rituals: drinking, playing games, and making plans to go out.

Despite his love for post-show rituals, Eddie wants nothing to do with it tonight because he can only focus on you. 

You’re standing with James and a stage crew member, talking about something Eddie could care less about, given how he cuts into the conversation, “Can we talk?”

Your eyes are wide and bright when you turn to him, shocked by Eddie’s ability to even acknowledge you, and Eddie thinks about last night and how your lips felt against his. “Um… talk?”

Eddie’s still high on post-show energy, and he doesn’t like that James is standing so close to you, so he takes a leap of faith and wraps a hand around your wrist, gently tugging with a short nod, not even waiting for an answer before he turns and drags you out of the green room. 

He doesn’t know at what point his fingers traveled down your wrist to slip between your warm and gentle fingers, but he becomes hyper-aware of it as soon as you both step out into the hallway, the slam of the door echoing behind you, “Eddie, where are you taking me?”

Eddie glances back at you, fingers subconsciously squeezing yours, “Dressing room. I wanna do the interview.” He answers.

You halt at his response, heels digging into the cement floor and tugging Eddie back, “What?”

The heat of your palm is burning through Eddie’s skin, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to stop himself from what he wants to do if he continues touching you, so he lets go. “The interview.”

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes, “No, I heard you, but… I mean,” you pause, “why? And why now? This can’t wait until—“

“Look, if you don’t want to do it now, that’s fine, but I’m not doing it any other time.” He doesn’t wait for an answer before turning around and continuing to walk towards his dressing room.

You silently watch for a moment, clearly confused by the sudden change of heart, but you nod either way and follow after him.

Eddie hardly pays any mind to you when you walk in behind him, busying himself with walking over to the bar cart and pouring himself a glass of the first bottle he sees. Glancing over his shoulder, Eddie notices you awkwardly standing near the door and snickers. “You can take a seat, sweetheart; I didn’t bring you here to, like… chew you out or something.” He jokes.

He makes you a glass despite not asking, and when he turns around, you’re now seated on the light brown couch in the middle of the room, hands fiddling in your lap as you silently wait for Eddie.

He sits on the opposite side of the couch and places the second glass on the coffee table, wordlessly nudging it toward you before leaning back in the seat and taking a long sip.

“Where’s your cute little journal?”

You’re confused.

You don’t understand the game Eddie is playing, and it’s driving you insane the longer you look at him, leaned back against the plush couch, smug smirk kissing the rim of his glass as he takes a slow sip, brown, hazy eyes glazing over your nervous figure. The sheer button-down top he now wears is fully unbuttoned to reveal his sweat-glistening torso, leather pants hug his thighs, snug and tauntingly, the button popped open and zipper pulled down to show the sinful sight of a trail of hair that leads to places you’ve been trying so desperately not to imagine. You don’t mean to stare, and you catch yourself when he shifts his hips upward to get more comfortable, the sight of his lower stomach flexing and tattoos coming alive on his skin sending shivers up your spine.

You clear your throat and turn to grab your journal out of your bag. You haven’t had the time to buy a new journal after you ruined the binds by tearing out those pages for Eddie, so you must handle the remaining structure carefully.

You take a deep breath and flip to a clean page, clicking your pen once before glancing at Eddie, “Okay, I guess we’ll… start.”

Eddie smirks, and you want nothing more than to wipe it away.

You open your mouth to ask your first question, but Eddie cuts you off, “I have a proposition,” he begins.

You look at Eddie, blinking once and thinking over if you want to indulge in whatever trick this is. You relent, “Okay?”

Eddie smiles triumphantly and leans forward to put his glass on the table, yours still untouched. He grabs the pack of cigarettes lying to the side, picking a single stick and grabbing the lighter before leaning back onto the couch, lighting the cigarette before shifting to face you. He drapes an arm across the back of the sofa, blowing out a cloud of smoke before speaking, “I get to ask you questions as well. Like a trade-off, for each question you ask, I also get to ask one.”

And it’s not as bad as you’d thought, really. Knowing Eddie, you had expected him to propose a game involving stripping or drinking of some sort, and you had prepared to immediately shut him down— but this, you can settle for this.

So, you shrug, “Okay. We can do that.”

Eddie hums in delight, taking another drag of the burning stick and nodding for you to begin.

“Okay,” you sigh, shifting to get more comfortable. In the distance, you can hear the chaos of backstage rituals happening, and you fight through the noise to focus. “We’ll start light. What made you choose music?”

Eddie twiddles the cigarette between his fingers, silently thinking, “I don’t know. I grew up with music, never went a day without it, so, in a way, I guess you could say music chose me.” He responds.

You nod, “What are some of your first memories with music?”

Eddie smiles and gazes up at the ceiling, and you watch as he seems to wander down a road of memories. “When I was younger,” he begins, “before my mom died, I remember waking up and going to the kitchen to watch her cook breakfast,” he pauses as if trying to see through the fog of time to explain it clearly.

“And she had this small green radio that sat on the window sill, and she would play all of her tapes; The Mamas and Papas, Jefferson Airplane, Sam and Dave— you know… hippie shit.” He says. “I knew Surrealistic Pillow like the back of my hand by the time I could talk, I swear.” He jokes, smiling when you softly laugh. He looks at you, a glint flashing in his eyes, and you can tell the memory brings him a joy he misses. 

And you find yourself thinking back to a few days ago, when you were walking beside Wayne with Richie and Eddie a few paces back. You remember what Wayne had told you then; you remember the tone in his voice and the careful thought he’d used behind each sentence.

“Give him time,” Wayne softly says. You glance over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of Eddie and Richie sharing a cigarette. You turn back to Wayne when he adds, “You’re a nice girl, and Eddie… Eddie doesn’t know what to do with nice.”

You dig your teeth into the inside of your cheek, chest tightening at the pained gaze in his eyes when he speaks, “He hasn’t had much of that in his life.”

“I know you don’t owe it to him, but just give him some time… he’ll come around.”

Eddie glances at your empty page before gazing back into your eyes, “You gonna write something down? I’m not repeating any of this, just so you know.”

You nod, snapping out of your daze to begin writing. Eddie patiently waits as you jot down your thoughts and conversation, burning through his cigarette and watching your every move.

You look back at him when you finish, and fight the urge to shy away when you realize he hasn’t looked away from you this entire time. “Um, okay, tell me about—” “I believe I get to ask two questions now.” Eddie cuts in with a smirk.

“Oh,” you pause, “Yeah, okay. Go ahead.”

Eddie ashes his cigarette and grabs his drink again, “When did you start writing?”

And Eddie keeps surprising you. For some reason, you thought Eddie would ask something dumb, inappropriate, or condescending— nothing of this matter. You didn’t think Eddie was interested in actually learning something about you.

You sigh as you think, “Well, the first time I ever wrote for myself was around middle school; I had a diary.” You respond, and Eddie’s eyebrows raise in interest, “It was lilac with a gold lock on the pages, and I carried the key around on my necklace because I was so afraid someone would get ahold of it.” You shake your head as Eddie laughs.

“Now, what in god’s name was little middle school Birdie writing about in her secret diary?” Eddie pries.

You scoff, “Like I’d ever tell you that.” You roll your eyes, and Eddie makes a sound of protest, “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” He pokes. You raise an eyebrow and glance at Eddie, “You’d be surprised by what goes through the mind of a twelve-year-old girl on the precipice of puberty. I’m taking those pages to the grave.”

Eddie laughs loudly at that, head tossing back with the action. You find it beautiful, the way his neck stretches and his skin molds against his bones— kissable and enticing.

“Okay, well, aside from your secretive diary. What made you choose this,” Eddie nods towards the journal in your lap.

You hum and purse your lips in thought, “I’ve always loved writing. I loved reading too, still do, and I tried writing fiction, but there’s something about writing people’s stories that just… feels good.” You respond.

“I know how easy it is to become misunderstood in this industry, so I want to hear the truth and help the audience see things from a clearer perspective. I want to help create an understanding if that makes sense.”

Eddie nods, eyes soft and smiling within his gaze. “That’s neat.” He comments, and you smile.

He sips his drink before speaking, “So, how did you end up writing for Rolling Stone Magazine?”

You laugh, “A shit ton of groveling, I’ll tell you that.”

You reach forward and pick up your drink for the first time, taking a sip before speaking, “I’d been trying to get an interview for the longest time, and then I finally just gave up for a while, but then my friend saw an opening a few months later and sent in one of my writings and… I guess they liked it enough to hire me,” You shrug.

“But,” you hold up a finger, “I spent a good year just running errands and shit for the managers; it was awful,” you admit. “So, how’d you end up with the big guys?” Eddie asks.

“Well, I wrote a hell of a paper and blew their fuckin’ minds.” You jokingly say, smirking over the rim of your glass as you take a sip. Eddie softly laughs and takes a sip of his drink as you place yours back down on the table in exchange for picking up your pen.

“My turn,” You remind him.

He nods, and you glance at your journal, thinking about what you want to ask next. “I know in the past you’ve mentioned that you don’t particularly release songs about your life, but you rather opt to tell stories within your music,” you mention, and Eddie nods in confirmation. 

“What’s the reasoning behind that?”

It’s a slightly more in-depth question, and Eddie has to take a few moments of silent pondering before he answers. “Well, for starters, I’ve always considered myself more of a storyteller. I like to create different scenarios and characters and find ways to bring them to life,” He begins.

You quietly jot down notes as you listen to him speak, “When I was in high school, I got really into Dungeons and Dragons, and I still love the game, but I guess you could say it stems from that— the storytelling aspect, I mean.” 

“But as for why I don’t release more personal songs… I don’t know; I guess I just like to keep a part of my life private to some degree. However, that doesn’t mean these made-up characters and scenarios I sing about aren’t in some way correlated to me,” He hints, and you nod in understanding.

“That’s neat.” You copy his words from earlier, and you both smile.

You and Eddie go back and forth with questions for a bit, touching base with topics like childhood, friendships, current projects, and such. It’s nice to have a decent conversation with Eddie, and for a moment you forget that you’re even doing your job because interviewing Eddie feels like any normal conversation you’d have— lighthearted, smooth, and innocent. Until—

“Alright, my turn. This one’s good,” Eddie starts.

You’re both two glasses in, and your cheeks feel warm from the drinks as you gesture for Eddie to go on. Eddie gazes at you and studies you briefly before speaking, “What’s going on with you and James?”

You blink in confusion, “James?” You question. Eddie nods, “Yeah, James. The photographer.” Eddie explains.

Your face twists in slight confusion as Eddie sips his drink, “What about him?” You ask.

Eddie laughs, “What’s up with you two? Are you guys together or something?”

And there it is. The game that Eddie’s been playing all along, revealed in all its true nature. 

Your eyebrows furrow in defense, annoyed with the sudden shift in demeanor, “Is that any of your business?” You question, and Eddie laughs, tapping his ring against the glass of his drink with a soft clink, “Sweetheart, it’s my business if I’m cutting the check.” He snickers.

You narrow your gaze at him, clearly irritated with his words. You don’t know why you ever gave him the chance. Eddie has only ever shown you his true colors, and he’s, more than once, told you that he doesn’t take you or your profession seriously. This has reminded you so.

“You don’t pay me,” you snap, “And I doubt you’ve even touched a check in the last three years.”

Eddie smirks, amused by your sudden frustration, “Maybe you have a point,” he relents, “But you still haven’t answered my question.” He points out.

You roll your eyes, “Why do you care, Eddie?”

Eddie shrugs, “I’m curious.” He smugly answers. 

“I don’t ask you who you’re fucking, do I?” A lousy attempt at dodging the question.

Eddie shrugs again, “You could if you want to, I don’t mind. I bet you’ve been curious to know anyway, haven’t you?” He replies.

You don’t like the way that makes your insides squirm with heat.

And you could tell him the truth. You could tell him the simple and honest answer that, no, nothing is going on between you and James. But as you look at Eddie sitting across the couch, you can’t find a single reason why Eddie should even care or why he should have the satisfaction of an answer. “Ask something else.” You say.

Eddie doesn’t waste a second to spit out his next question, “Did you like the kiss?”

“A different question.” “Those are my questions, princess.”

God, you don’t even know why you’re putting up with this. You could easily just get up and leave, but you hate to give Eddie any room for thinking he’s won whatever stupid battle this is. 

You shut your journal, refusing to stay another minute, going back and forth with Eddie. You stand and grab your bag, shoving your journal in before looking at Eddie and finally answering his original question, “No, nothing is going on between me and James.” You admit. And you think Eddie will leave it at that, but you're sadly mistaken.

“And the kiss?” He asks.

“What about it?” Your composure is beginning to falter and your frustration is seeping into your tone. Eddie’s eyes glint with mischief, gaze never leaving your fidgety frame as he speaks, “Did you like it?”

“No.”

A lie. A terrible one that Eddie can see right through.

You begin making your way to the door, but Eddie catches you before you can even lay a finger on the handle, turning you around to face him when he speaks, “You’re a shit liar.” He points out.

And he’s so close you can barely think straight with his overwhelming presence. You find your footing through the haze, gazing into Eddie’s eyes when you speak, “Did you ask me to come in here so you can answer my questions, or did you just want to waste my time?”

Eddie is silent for a long moment, eyes dancing between your wide and sharp gaze, darting down to your lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lightly lick across his bottom lip. You can smell the smoke on his breath, reaching out to mix with your liquor-coated exhales.

“Did you like the kiss?”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eddie has you cornered now, pressed against a wall so tight you have no choice but to admit defeat, moving forward to press your lips against his liquor-slicked lips.

It’s hasty. Messy, greedy, drunk, and needy, and it rids your mind of all rational thought as Eddie presses himself against you. 

Eddie kisses you like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, pressing into you so close you’d think he’s trying to jump into your skin. And the taste of Eddie is addicting.

You crave for more, and you’re hesitant to push, but Eddie understands the second he feels your tongue lick against your lips. He takes it upon himself to push his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth, and you happily let him. All clear thinking has gone out the window at this point, and you let your bag slink off your shoulder to plot onto the floor, busying yourself with sinking your fingers into the curly strands of his hair and gently tugging at the root. Eddie moans against your lips, and you pant, your brain going dizzy at the heavenly sound.

Eddie’s hands are eager and hungry as they rest against your hips, sneaking up your torso to squeeze and grab at your skin. And he hates the fact that there are so many layers of clothes between you, and he wants them gone.

His hand travels down the side of your body and digs into the thick of your thigh, dipping lower to catch the back of your knee and hitch your leg around his waist. You keen, pitching your hips forward into Eddie’s, and he moans, greedily squeezing your skin and gliding up your leg. Cool rings send shivers up your spine when he slips under the hem of your denim skirt and kneads the fat of your ass.

If breathing weren’t a necessity, you would kiss Eddie forever, but your lungs burn with the lack of air, so you find yourself pulling away with a wet gasp, “I—“ Eddie presses a kiss to your lips, cutting you off before you can speak and you whine, fingers moving to dig into the soft material of his open shirt, “Eddie, I can’t… I can’t breathe, I gotta breathe,” You pant.

Eddie laughs, and you smile as he trails his kisses down to your neck, licking against the base of your throat before sinking his teeth into the skin. You moan, whiney and loud in Eddie’s ear and he hums in appreciation, grumbling into the skin of your neck as he speaks, “I wanna fuck you.”

His teeth scrape against your pulse, and you gasp, head dropping back against the wall with a soft thud as your nails dig into the skin of Eddie’s shoulder. “What?” You hazily blink.

Eddie moves back to see you, lust-ridden eyes darting all over your face. And he looks so pretty, hair messy, shirt skewed against his lean frame, lips swollen and pink from kissing, and you want him. You want him to a dangerous degree.

He kisses you, muttering his words against your lips as he squeezes your hips and pulls you closer, “I wanna fuck you.” Eddie repeats.

You pant, opening your mouth against his and preparing to speak, but you’re interrupted by the door opening, the two of you jumping at the sudden intrusion, your hand swiftly shoving at Eddie’s body to push him away. 

And you think you might die because who better to walk in on you and Eddie practically devouring one another than fucking Jeff.

“Oh, shit, uh,” Jeff looks the other way as soon as he sees you and Eddie. You hastily pick up your bag and tug your skirt back down to a modest length from where it had ridden up to your hips.

You and Eddie are still breathing heavily from your extremities, and Eddie— fucking Eddie; he snickers when Jeff glances back at him and makes a lazy attempt at holding back a laugh. Your face and neck heat up in embarrassment as you shift in your spot, wanting nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“The car is here, man, let’s go,” Jeff snickers before leaving.

And truthfully, you don’t currently have the confidence to look Eddie in the eye and register what’s just happened between you two. So, you grip the strap of your bag and flee before Eddie can say or do anything.

You’re not sure how that happened, and you’re not sure why it makes your stomach twist in a way that makes you blush, but you like it. 

And you can’t believe yourself.

You can’t believe that you spent the entire drive to the hotel thinking about how Eddie’s hands felt on your body, his lips against the skin of your neck, or how you could feel him pressed against your thigh, begging to be touched.

When you shower, you try to ignore the throbbing ache between your legs when you think of those words Eddie whispered to you. You try to ignore it as you get ready for bed and ignore the toe-curling sensation of the cool hotel sheets brushing against your hardened nipples when you slip into bed. You try so hard; you really do.

But you can’t help it when you begin imagining how Eddie’s hands would feel across your chest, the light and rough feeling of his calloused fingers ghosting over your nipples to watch as you writhe beneath him. 

Fuck, you really try to ignore it.

But you can’t. It’s annoying, the way Eddie clouds your mind. And you feel like a bitch in heat when the only thing running through your mind and body is the burning desire to cum. And if you stuff your hands between your thighs and bring yourself to cum to the idea of Eddie and the feeling of him pressed against you with your name on his tongue, who’s to judge you but yourself?

Because despite everything your mind is telling you, you can’t help but find yourself wanting Eddie.

But all of that flies out the window the following day.

You’d decided to order breakfast to your room, and the hotel sends the daily newspaper with each meal, and you like to read it while sipping on a hot cup of coffee on your terrace. However, when you see the newsletter cover, you’re not sure you have much of an appetite for coffee.

A picture of Eddie from last night with a familiar red-headed girl wrapped around his arm and a caption that makes your stomach twist in knots. The caption, ‘Corroded Coffin lead singer, Eddie Munson, new girlfriend debut!” in bold and italicized letters.

And you don’t know why, but your stomach sinks. You should’ve known better.

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part six

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a/n: HIII YOU MADE IT TO THE END!! i know i said there would be drama drama in this part BUT it started getting too long for my liking, SOOO THE REAL DRAMA WILL COMMENCE IN PART 6 HEHE. THANK YOU FOR READING, AND AS ALWAYS, I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS SO PLS LMK IN THE COMMENTS OR REBLOGS HOW YOU FEELLL <3

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[babymilkawa]

random boyfriend headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki

gn!reader :)

no. 2

bakugou warms up the bed for you with his hands and body while ur doing ur night time routine because he knows u get cold easily

although you'd much rather be in his arms rather than ur side of the bed 🙄 hes being sweet so don't say anything 🤫

one day u bought him a shark tooth necklace and just went up to him and said "you shud wear this, you'd look really hot"

and of course, he already knows he'll look good and because it's you saying it, he'll wear it when he's shirtless and on top of you 😏

sometimes if he's talking too much or being annoying you'll just put the necklace in between his teeth

if u wear slippers when it's cold, denki steals them from u sometimes and bakugou will just carry u wherever until u find them so ur feet don't have to touch the cold ground

maybe even hide them from u a little longer so he'll have an excuse

so we all know bakugou reads romance mangas right

u read them with him and what he does is that he keeps in mind of the specific scenes/panels that you gush about or react to

then when u finish reading it, he'll go back and highlight or type them up in his notes so that he can subtly reenact them with you

but every time he does it ur always like "awww u got that from [blank] didn't you " and he's like "no pssh what r u talking about dumbass"

bakugou loves to annoy you,,,now on that note I will present to you:

vacuum kithes <33>>

sometimes if ur having a soft moment and u just wanna kiss those soft lips of his he'll start sucking ur mouth and it makes this weird suction noise and it's so ANNOYING cuz ur tryna have a moment here

ur covering his mouth with ur hand and he's laughing while biting and licking ur hand

ANOTHER annoying thing is like when u guys wear masks he'll just walk up to you

and pull ur mask so that it snaps back in ur face

he does it to annoy you and to see that cute nose scrunch u do whenever that happens

he'll also bring u close while walking next to you and just back kick his foot to tap ur ass

sry does that make sense?? Idk how else to explain it

ok moving on to online learning related things he does

if u guys have some of the same classes, he'll pin your camera on zoom so that ur face is the largest on his screen and all the extras are tiny

it's just an excuse to stare at u better and u'll never knoww sooo👀

ur teachers ask yall to pick the people in ur breakout groups and yall always pick each other

sometimes there are other people in ur breakout groups but u don't rly care, u just talk to bakugou like normal

he's a little iffy cuz he doesn't want the extras to see a peek in his love life with you but his desire to talk to u is much greater

u guys r the only ones with your cameras on and he hates that it seems like the others r just listening to ur convo

the light is hitting u j right and even with the shitty WiFi u still look stunning

he almost starts grumbling abt how he doesn’t want other ppl to see ur face

BRUH A WHAT NOW BAKU R U SERIOUS THIS IS FOR CLASS

for social media, if u guys r just chilling or he's bored, he'll j go onto ur account and start hyping up ur posts like even if they're a year old

cos even better right, no one'll scroll that far and see his comments

u guys even do live videos sometimes, mostly u want to do it and he just sits there

a lot of people join actually and ask u guys questions abt ur relationship

u answer them and bakugou just scoffs at them like "why do u wanna know so bad, huh? stick ur nose somewhere else!"

he thinks tiktok couples r cheesy and evthing is staged and honestly same here but maybe I’m j too single

his phone password

It’s UR FREAKING name with his last name IM GONNA DIE 😫💕

it’s literally bakugouy/n

it’s a little obvious for snoopers like the bakusquad but is this not cute or WHAT

for dates, you'll sometimes let him pick ur outfit if he doesn't want to tell you where y'all are going

and he has good taste ok cuz,,his parents,, 😼

n e ways he dresses u up and the place u end up going like fits PERFECTLY with the fit and the pics yall take will obvi b in ur next sm post

if u have an allowance/budget and u overspend sometimes and u complain like "ugh I can't buy that sweater now cos if I do i'll have to skip my weekly boba drink” 🥺

he grumbles "dumbass, i'll just get it for u, y r u even complaining"

sugar daddy

woooh this was long

but imma have to stop here cuz the list will only get longer and longer

but yea! this is honestly what I think about in my daily life hence the pandemic related tings huehue

there'll prolly b a part 2 <33

bnha masterlist

[myonepiece]

good morning/good evening author chwan!💖 , idk if u do yandere requests but if u do write yandere, could u do yandere sanji zoro and kid ( separately) with a fem!s/o who doesn’t disobey them and knows they’re yanderes but is still blindly inlove with them ? once again, u don’t need to do it if ur uncomfortable ofc 💖

Yandere! Sanji, Zoro, Kid with a fem!S/O who’s still in love with them even though she knows they’re yandere

Sanji x Reader,   Zoro x Reader,   Kid x Reader

Description: Yandere! Sanji, Zoro, & Kid (seperate) with a fem!S/O who knows he’s yandere but is still madly in love with him and never disobeys him

Warnings: Yandere, mentions of abuse

A/N: you practically described how I would be with a yandere boyfriend 😂💕

Sanji was genuinley worried when you realized his personality and true intentions, and he was just as shocked when you didn’t change for the worse but instead said you find it sweet and flattering

he swears he fell in love with you 10x more that day, and everyday after

there are no secrets between you two, because he’s never liked lying to you or keeping things from you- but also because he doesn’t have to worry about you running away or getting mad at him

you had sort of like a “sharing night” after you mentioned something about his actions, comparing them to possessiveness and “yandere-ness”- it was basically just a night where he held you very close against him in bed, face-to-face he explained his actions and why he was so possessive of you, why he was violent towards anyone who looked at you, telling you he only does it because he’s absolutely and unconditionally in love with you- he was holding extra tight just in case you realized the extent of his actions and tried to get away from him

he trusts you enough to let you out of the ship, let you outside and into villages, but he’s either by your side or hiding following you inconspicuously- it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he trusts you with his life, but he doesn’t trust anyone else

it actually seems like a normal relationship, mostly to you, people on the outside notice Sanji’s unusual actions and sometimes they try to point it out and get you to understand, and Sanji usually overhears this and is ready to take care of them but he hears you tell them you know his actions aren’t completely right but you still love him and his heart can’t help but swell at your words

one of the things Sanji is most afraid of is someone else telling you that his actions are wrong and he’s a bad man, infecting your mind with poisoned thoughts and making you turn against him- this is another reason he doesn’t let you out of his sight or have other friends besides the strawhats (during alliances he doesn’t let you leave his side or often keeps you locked in your room with him)

Zoro is not allowed near you

one of the things Sanji loves most about your deep rooted love for him, is that whenever you’re out in town he doesn’t even have to keep you tucked into his side, your eyes never leave him and his never leave you, moments like those when you’re surrounded by people but he is still the only one you look at, when the people around are watching with judging pitiful looks but you look at him with eyes of adoration and doubtless affection, he feels mosy euphoric

he feels like the most lucky man alive, he knowws he doesn’t have to follow you around or keep you constant at his side because you wouldn’t even dream of leaving him anyway-  but he does it because he’s afraid someone else will pull you away 

truthfully he didn’t really care if you accepted his ways or not, it wasn’t like he valued that specific opinion of yours- but when you casually mentioned something about him being possessive and he looked at you taken aback and slightly wary, like he was contemplating on grabbing you right then and there because he tought you would run, but you simply smiled and said you didn’t mean to offend him then kissed his nose- he found this very interesting

but he didn’t ask about it, he had always been fairly obvious with his actions and he was kind of surprised you hadn’t mentioned it sooner, he just thought you were stupid

your lack of concern to his possession and aggression put towards the relationship was endearing and he often found himself testing just how far he could go, killing someone right in front of you or locking you in the bedroom, of course he wouldn’t go too far, especially since there wasn’t a reason for punishment but rather rewards

he was glad he wouldn’t have to hide his reasons for keeping you inside or not allowing you to have friends, istead of saying “they’re dangerous” or “they were talking about hurting you” he could simply say “you’re mine” and you would blush and tuck yourself further into his side, making him smile fondly and kiss the crown of your head- and thank god you don’t try to be friends with Sanji, in fact you tell him to leave you alone and Zoro is in heavenly euphoria

when you’re alone he often asks “do you love me” “are you only mine” “you know I love you right”, just to hear you say you love him and you’re heart belongs to him

he’s proud of the lovesick look in your eyes and his owership of your heart, he can occasionally get cocky about it. but he doesn’t understand how he got so lucky, sometimes he finds himself up late at night watching you sleep eerily peaceful on his chest and he starts telling himself that you’re lying about your feeling to get him to trust you and let you out on your own only for you to run away then

this is one reason he never lets you out of his sight and you’re not allowed to go anywhere without him, if you do he punishes you- his puishments range from slaps to slices from his swords, after punishments he takes you to Chopper and stays while he bandages you up because he’s heard Chopper more than once try to explain to you the true extent of Zoro’s obsession and actionss and how wrong his love actually is, that it’s not actually love but an infatuation- the only things keeping Zoro from killing him is your pleas and the fact he cares about Chopper slightly

one thing that pisses Zoro off extremely easily is when people try to tell you (and sometimes him) that he doesn’t actually love you but it’s simply an unhealthy and dangerous obsession, he loves you and he’s never been more sure of something in his whole life, he makes sure to tell you that- he doesn’t need someone trying to ruin or ruining what he has worked so hard for 

Kid didn’t and doesn’t give a fuck if you don’t like his possessiveness or aggresssion or violence, and as much as he wanted you to truly love him he didn’t care much because it wasn’t like he wwould let you go if you didn’t love. him- he’s skeptical of your acceptance and love, similar to Zoro, he doesn’t trust that you actually love him and he thinksyou’re trying to escape him

he still doesn’t let you leave the bedroom unless he or Killer is with you,  he keeps the door locked from the outside and sometimes chains you to some piece of furniture as an extra precaution

whenever you show any sign of pure fondness and affection he always gets puzzled and thinks you’re trying to distract him 

at least noww he can slightly ease up on how tightly he holds you when you’re out with him, he doesn’t really need to bring the leash anymore,  he kpt you on a literal chain usually- you have a collar that says his name and he adores how much you fawn over it 

even if you don’t have any problem with Kid being yanderem ad he knows you don’t, and you love him and he knows that, the relationship wouldn’t be much different than if you didn’t actually love him

also similar to Zoro, he likes to test your limits and see how far he can go before you’re truly horrified and disturbed by his actions, but he’ll go farther than Zoro

he hates that people try to interfere with you and his relationship, but he knows that he. doesn’t really have to worry about that because he knows he’s manipulated your mind far from being able to think badly of him

he loves that you go to him for safety and comfort, fiding it amusing and ironic when he’s the one who’s the most of a danger to you- he likes hurting you only to ask you if you still love him and telling you he does this because he loves you, and because you’re his property and he owns you 

he teases you constantly for your devotion to him, purposely pointing out and bringing up the worst things he’s done for/because of you 

he loves how tightly you hold him, it gives him a sense of intimacy and is a great way to show him you love him truly, when someone threatens to take you away or if someone had been filling your head with nonsense about his ‘cruel acts towards you” or if you were talking to someone else that’s not on the crew (including Sanji) he hold. you extremely tight and will tie one ofyour wrists to the bed despite knowing that you won’t leave, it’s just his deep hidden insecurities and trust issues, and the fact you’re not yelling at him but instead telling him you understand just makes him more nervous because normally people wowuldn’t be okay with it so what else would you be doing than trying to win his trust to leave 

[wordstro]

oh dear. reading the got au felt like watching a car crash in slow motion JGDGJDGJDJFDS like u just know. u just KNOWW this is gonna end horribly and yet u just cannot bring urself to look away??

the loneliness, ohhhh the loneliness. i find it so interesting how u manage to isolate ur mcs from the rest of the world in so many ways and then always dig INTO what that means for a person and how it affects them. it's always so tragic too :((( let me give your mcs a good ol' hug, every single one of them :((((((

and even when they have people around them it does nothing for them, often makes it even worse. like here, yeosang likes to play his games but ultimately does not really care for y/n when it comes down to it, mingi (my BOY <33333 *sobs* i lov him) is sweet and kind and the closest thing to a friend they have but ultimately can't do a whole much for them, can't protect them from the court's games or even really be there for them, and for hongjoong, at least i feel like, this whole thing is just about possession. i don't believe that he loves y/n, i don't even think he likes them very much, but in his eyes they're his after all the time spent together and every time they have challenged him in the past and he WILL make them realize it by having them completely dependent on him.

i think that's what his whole "you will ask for my help" schtick is really about: wanting the mc to be so vulnerable and so helpless and defenseless that they have no other way to go but to him. and marrying san would save them from exactly that: their mother, who would want to elevate their pain as much as she can from how far away she is, would want the best for them suggested him, and even mingi, who seems to be at least a little in love with y/n, has nothing bad to say about him. and it makes it all even sadder imo: knowing so well that marrying san would save them from so much pain, and maybe they could have a better, happier life even. and instead, from the looks of it, they're getting pulled straight into the black hole because hongjoong and his stupid little ego can't stand not being all-powerful💀

ON ANOTHER NOTE: suffering immensely under brainworms planted into me by imagining hongjoong with long white hair. HE'S PRETTY ENOUGH ALREADY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!!!!!!!

thank you so so much for the thoughts and also the wormies. cannot wait to see where you're gonna take this!!💕

🍋 anon

omggg hi!! car crash in slow motion is the perfect way to describe the got au I literally feel like I'm writing one omg

every one of my mcs are always so SAD and I try so hard not to make them so sad, but dkjsfnskjn

yeosang's games here are so unfortunate, because the consequences are SO much worse and everyone knows it you know? also mingi is my LOVE so I always write him so sweetly. in the end he can't do anything and it sucks because in another life y/n and mingi could have been friends :(

ohhh i'm 👀regarding what you said about hongjoong. maybe he cares, maybe it's all just a game for him, but either way the man is toxic as hell as targaryen men are lmaooo :(((

ALSO PLEASE IMAGINING HONGJOONG WITH LONG WHITE HAIR IS THE EXACT REASON WHY I STARTED THIS. i thought targaryen hongjoong and was watching house of the dragon and then i was like DAEMON HONGJOONG????????????? and my brain exploded. just imagining him all pretty with white hair and robes and riding dragons 😳

[indigothemuse]

hii indigo ive read ur saga and here is my sage advice: u went with a group so it wasnt a date. it was, however, a flirting opportunity and it seems like ur girl grabbed that with both hands. i knoww dan said u should just ask her on a date and sure u have nothing to lose but i get that thats scary. so as a compromise id suggest asking her to hang out one on one sometime (something friends also do) and see how affectionate/flirty she is. and if she, by any chance, asks you: "is this a date?" you say "yes"!!!! but if thats still too scary u can just say "if you want it to be/do u want it to be?" okay good luck keep us updated

ok

thats good

i'll. i'll keep that in mind

she said she was going to a play on saturday and if i was going, offered to be my buddy. but i cant go :((

and dw i'll update yall on the saga <3