#like who wrote that into the fucking music video

[verdancy-hime]

Yes except people are withholding things for me to do because they want to force me to be understimulated so I have constant suicidal depression. All the books I try to read either contain weird boring hypnotic inductions for 5 pages before I get to the information or they seem designed to be annoying to read on purpose because they don't get to the damn point or they're romances about people the author of the book thinks I should date but in a way where it explains that I'm not dating them because of my terrible personality and I'm their toxic ex, the music I try to listen to is telling me I suck, all the social media is just rage bait trolls telling me how everything is my fault and everything would be so much better if I wasn't crazy and I'm fundamentally flawed, every YouTube video I try to watch is like "we have 3 sentences of content and it's stuff you've already seen or read and it's hidden behind 30 minutes of nothing content" or "we recorded something you said while you were talking to yourself and put it on a random YouTube channel" or it's the news and it's like "by the way the Jesus freaks have won and they are going to take over your country and turn everything into a giant human trafficking cult and we keep heaping more fake rape accusations on the accusations of that one gay guy who can't come out because it's complicated who helped you when you were a little girl with that thing one time and we're setting it up to do ethnic cleansing and hurt all your queer friends and go back to the 1920s and make sure everyone becomes nazis and also we remade all your favorite shows and made them shitty but at least we also put Abigail Thorn in literally everything which like good for her but it would be cool if they didn't rape the last of the American dream to death also."

Every phone sex caller I talk to is like "I will only do calls when it's not your normal business hours and I want to start actual fights with you on purpose rather than just get my rocks off and I want to intentionally set you up for failure and only do things that I know you don't like because how dare you ever say no to anything we are going to torture you into hating your job and hating men we are going to send you weird vague threats all the time."

I go outside and people are pretending not to know who I am while also saying weird cryptic shit about like blog entries I wrote 10 years ago or something.

Literally it's like all of reality is just a machine for torturing me.

No one is making any demands. No one wants anything. At first I thought there were specific things they wanted me to do or say, but I realized they were literally just things that I would rather die than do like move to someplace very hot when I have summer sad and have a lot of exposed skin when I have sensory issues or get married when I don't think living with other people works for me, or do race play porn when I have personal reasons not to do that.

It's just a giant machine for making me constantly miserable and depressed for no reason until I die from it. But they keep trying to sabotage me trying to kms? So what the fuck is the point?

Recently discovered, fully by accident, that the trick to feeling like you have more time in the day is to actually do shit with the time that's there, which seems fake and wrong and it's frankly infuriating that it works >:|

[neon-danger]

you know how at the end of the Damned music video Jack straight up throws a potted plant at Alex

That’s how I imagine him punching Alex’s dad in that one scene of cbth

[elfreek]

i was rolling this japanese fantasy thing ive been entertaining around for a bit and i cant seem to seperate it into a purely fanatasy thing. Theres always some scifi-ish element that sneaks it way in

[ponett]

there have definitely been a lot of nerd boys who missed that you aren't supposed to want to be like scott pilgrim, but i don't really see where the claim that there are specifically droves of incels who see scott as a role model came from

if anything, i see a lot of hatred for the series - and particularly the movie - from incels. their prevailing meme is "scott pilgrim vs. the world ruined an entire generation of women." they HAAAAAAAATE ramona. of course they do. she literally has blue hair and pronouns. many of them have convinced themselves that all the left wing women they hate who dye their hair and listen to indie music have literally modeled their entire lives after ramona. they believe that this apparent mass brainwashing of millennial and gen z women by ramona flowers is why they can't find a date

i would explain more but some loser literally wrote a whole fucking "incelcore" song about this

they also seem to hate scott, particularly as portrayed by michael cera in the movie. they think he's a lame, scrawny nerd who's constantly emasculated next to ramona's bigger, stronger, more conventionally handsome exes. they do not want to be like scott. they think he's a soyboy. they think he's gay. they think that in real life ramona would choose a "chad" like lucas or todd over scott, because that's their understanding of how relationships work

i would say more but some of the comments i've seen are truly heinous so i'll spare y'all

really i think folks have just forgotten that "incel" describes a type of guy with a very specific, very extreme, very hateful ideology. it is not interchangeable with your typical "tfw no gf" type nerd guy who just really liked all the video game references and writes in his tinder bio that he's looking for his ramona

[trueccfiend]

songs, albums, and artists mentioned by eric and dylan

Eric

KMFDM

- “KMFDM is a favorite of mine” he said in his 25 things essay.

- He writes the song title "Kein Mitlied"

- He writes the lyrics to the songs "Son of a Gun", “Waste" and "Stray Bullet”

- Eric quoted Anarchy in Nate Dykeman's yearbook

- He also quoted Dogma in Dylan's yearbook

- Eric wore a black KMFDM shirt for their 1997 album and tour “Symbols”.

A crazy coincidence, the album “Adios” was released on April 20, 1999, the same day as the Columbine massacre. Adios, meaning “goodbye”, is eerily reminiscent of how 15 people died, including the two shooters, who were fans of the band.

RAMMSTEIN

- Like with KMFDM there is evidence Eric translated lyrics to the following Rammstein songs: Du Hast Du Riechst So Gut, Engle, Guilty, Herzleid, Kokain, Heirate Mich, Buck Dich, Tier, Bestrafe Mich, Klavier, Wilder Wein, Weises Fleisch.

- Eric also had a Rammstein sticker in the rear window of his car and had a Rammstein T-Shirt on in his Junior year school picture

OTHER

- Eric referred to the Nine Inch Nails song “Closer” in his journal during a rant about wanting violent sex with a woman, and that it was the "perfect song for me" in November 1998.

- Eric writes in 'You know what I love' rant that he loved The Prodigy

- Eric left the "Fly CD" to Susan in his will during one of the Basement Tapes (Fly - Bombthreat Before She Blows)

- There was a sketch found in one of Eric Harris's notebooks that referenced “Ich Bin Ein Auslander” by Pop Will Eat Itself

Dylan.

CHEMICAL BROTHERS

- Dylan writes "Chemical Brothers" in his journal. He references "Loops of Fury", a Chemical Brothers EP

- Lyrics to the song "Guilty by Gravity Kills" are printed in his journal.

- Dylan writes "Life is sweet Daft Punk Mix" - Daft Punk remix of Chemical Brothers - Life Is Sweet

- Dylan writes “Chicos Groove – The Chemical Brothers” in his journal.

- Dylan wore a red Chemical Brothers shirt with a rainbow across the chest for their song “Setting Sun.” He also wore a grey Chemical Brothers shirt for their album “Dig Your Own Hole”.

NINE INCH NAILS

- Dylan writes ‘NIN’ Nine Inch Nails at the bottom of his journal

- He mentions "Downward Spiral", the NIN album, and often draws spirals in his journal and in his school planner

- He mentions the song Hurt

- Dylan is seen wearing a grey NIN shirt for their album “The Downward Spiral” towards the end of the “Eric at Columbine” home video.

- Dylan also references other NIN songs such as "Now I'm Nothing", “Happiness in Slavery”, “Something I can never have", and “Piggy".

OTHER

- In his planner, Dylan writes “I’m not a trendy asshole don’t give a fuck if its good enuf for you”. These are lyrics from The Offspring song “Smash”

- Dylan quoted the lyrics from “Beautiful” by the Smashing Pumpkins. He also owned their album “Siamese Dream.” (Fun Fact: Eric disliked the Smashing Pumpkin, and jokingly referred to them as the “Ghashing Bumpkins”).

- "Rammstein" is mentioned in Dylans journal. One of the boys purchased "Stripped" CD.

- Dylan writes "KMFDM - Brute" in his journal. He also wore a KMFDM shirt for their album XTORT in his “interview.”

- White Zombie - Black Sunshine: Dylan writes that this song should be played over the "hate" section of his website.

- They Might Be Giants - Particle Man: Dylan wrote for it to be played over the "hacking" section of his webpage

- Alice In Chains - I Stay Away: Dylan wrote that this was to be played over the "other cool mus." section of his webpage.

- 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up - the lyrics are written (incorrectly) in Dylan's school planner.

THE MARILYN MANSON DEBATE

Did Eric and Dylan actually listen to Marilyn Manson? Friends of the two boys have denied that they were fans of his. And while there is no actual evidence to suggest that they did listen to his music, Dylan did have a poster of him in his room.

“Mrs. Klebold indicated that Dylan had a poster of Marilyn Manson and that she asked him about it, and in particular asked him what it meant. Dylan had told her that it didn't mean anything and that he didn't really listen to lyrics of Marilyn Manson music, however, did listen to the music.” (Columbine; Jeff Kass).

Additionally, Eric apparently did sometimes listen to Manson, given that he had written M.M- initials in his journal.

This behaviour seems kind of odd for people who “weren’t fans” of at least SOME of Marilyn Mansons music, but I digress.

[parasolyaa]

my take on talia is that she is as unhinged as misha. look, all we know about her is that:

• she and misha were, quote, mad passionate online lovers. on facebook and twitter. in ukrainian. was it like а-ах мішенька не зупиняйся🥵 or more of a *ніжно цілує твої губи під пісні вокарчука*??

• she found him through his youtube channel called bad egg and wrote mostly positive feedback on his video. the girl spends her free time watching badly autotuned music videos about booze and bitches. she probably makes them too

• she styles her hair like yulia fucking tymoshenko. not just that this hairstyle is super hard to make, but also what sane person would chose to resemble tymoshenko??

• she agreed to marry misha (or mb even proposed herself) at the ripe age of 18, upon never seeing him irl and probably knowing him for less than a year if not a few months

• she consciously shortened her name from natalia to talia. this was, for all i know, never done before. also talia means waist in ukrainian so there’s that

• and her middle name (?) is legit made up. were her parents pranksters by any chance? cause the fuck is moruska

• did i mention that she choose MISHA BACHYNSKYI?? i mean who wouldn’t but still

verdict: she and misha had to be separated because keeping them on one continent could’ve resulted in irreparable consequences such as everyone starting to use bro as a pronoun and dying of prolonged exposure to swagness

[lhswon]

CRAZY TIPS = CRAZY FEELINGS { l.hs }

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: wherein, heeseung is a player, a fuck boy, and a rich one too which is all what y/n hates about a man. y/n in contrast is a broke college student who barely makes a living to pay up her rent and college tuition. despite years of being in the same university as heeseung, they never had any interactions until the day heeseung finally laid his eyes on y/n who works on the counter at some nightclub and started leaving her with some crazy cash tips.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: yandere!lee heeseung x tsundere!fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: non!idol, enemies (one sided) to lovers troupe, kinda slow burn, teeth-rotting fluff, heeseung is a softie, you and enha are in the same age for the sake of the plot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: lots cursing, suggestive scenes (mdni!), fighting, drinking, smoking, mention of substances, family issues, mention of SA, display of dominance and possessiveness, heeseung is always jealous (lmk if i missed any!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙘: unknown (as of now :D)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: whoop whoop. wrote this au the moment i saw that video of hee drinking whiskey in a party :D man he was HOT i couldn't stop myself from making this. ALSO BIG NOTE, none of this reflect the idols mentioned in real life. this is only a FICTION and for entertainment purposes only.

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

the loud music and people's chaotic cheering and murmuring were the ones that welcomed heeseung and his friends, along with the mixed smell of alcohol, perfumes, and smoke from cigarettes. it was already 2:00 am but it seemed a bit more early for the people inside the club, the energy was just insane.

as they walked to find their own spot, heeseung constantly sees people making out on the spot which made him smirk a bit. his initial plan was to find someone to hook up with tonight. it was their midterm interlude after all, he needed to relax and he wanted to start by hooking up.

"i'll order us some drinks, what do you guys want?" jake remained standing while the rest of them sat at the circular couch.

"i want just want some rum." sunghoon said. jay said he wanted the same thing.

"sunoo hyung and i will just have some whiskey." jungwon followed, raising his left hand up and pointed to sunoo next to him.

"what about you, seung?" jake asked.

"just get me some scotch, please and thank you." heeseung said and jake nodded before leaving.

while jay and sunghoon was talking something about their academics, sunoo and jungwon was just chatting why their youngest, niki, recently failed his long test and have to go through intensive tutoring as of the moment.

heeseung on the other hand wandered his eyes around and when he catched a glimpse of jake on the counter, he followed him using his eyes and his breathing hitched when he saw your angelic face giving small smiles to jake as he leans in to tease you.

"come on, do you really have to work tonight? i can pay your manager so he would let you drink with me." the man in front of you insisted. you subtly gave him a 'are-you-fucking-serious' look before brushing his statement off with an awkward chuckle.

"i'm sorry sir, but we are currently short on staffs so everyone needs to play their parts." you gave him a small smile before handing him the bottles he ordered.

"oh come on, don't call me sir. don't act like you do not go to the same university as me." jake chuckled sexily which made you secretly scoff.

you have to admit, jake is attractive, hot even, but he's just way out of your league. he's hot, he's rich, he's an academic achiever, and lives almost a perfect life, plus he's a play boy which is a big no no for you. he's just everything you hate about men.

"i can't jake, i have to work. now, please do get off the counter, i have other customers to serve other than you." you said bravely and gave him a fake smile which made jake smirk. your feisty attitude just turns him on.

after successfully shooing away jake sim, you suddenly felt eyes watching you. you wandered your eyes around and you choked on air when you realize that the pair of eyes watching, and staring at you darkly was heeseung's. one of your schoolmate and friend of jake.

the way heeseung stared at you darkly made you panic. his piercing eyes never leaving you even before you saw jake put down the drinks they ordered. you're like a prey, recognized by the predator. he only diverted his gaze when jake called him, handing him his drink. you too, were nudged by your co-worker.

"you okay?" red asked. she's your co-worker, also your work buddy. you nodded and cleared your throat.

"if you're tired already, you should rest. you're about to end your shift anyways." she suggested while you nodded.

you chatted with her a bit before going to the staff room to change, get your things, and time yourself out from work. the moment you exited the club using the back door, you immediately hugged yourself due to cold. you could see the smoke coming out of your mouth as you breathe. not even the padded jackets could easily warm you up in this cold weather.

you walked through the parking lot to find your second-hand car when you saw two shadow beside your car, making out. it made you mentally scoff, out of all places, why beside yours?

it was cold and already late, you have no choice but to walk towards your car. as you finally get close to the scene, you yet again saw those familiar piercing eyes from heeseung when he watched over you while still kissing the girl in front of him. since the girl was leaning on your car, you couldn't really go without her getting off first so you coughed awkwardly.

"oh, sorry!" the girl squeeled.

finally, they stopped kissing and the girl giggled, as if she's happy that someone had just caught her making out in the parking lot. heeseung on the other hand stayed silent and watched over you intently.

"i'm sorry." you said politely as you bowed your head before moving to open the door of your car. you were about to head inside when you heard the girl murmured something.

"this car is trash, right hee?"

your eyes twitched from what the girl said. slowly, you turned to her with a small smile.

"well look who's talking, you'll just be as dirty as a trash when this man throws you away like a garbage after using you." you said before getting inside your car and starts your engine.

the girl was shocked while heeseung smirked at your attitude. without knowing, you just picked heeseung's interest, and it was the on switch for his yandere era to begin.

check out the chapter 1 here

[satoruhour]

Accidentally sending gojo a nude and before you can properly apologise he sends a video of his own which leads to..well🫣

BABY BLUE SWEETNESS

a/n: my clit grew hands and wrote this. combined this w/ a part 2 of being gojo’s roommate / tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @utahimeow @lov3rbody my gojo fuckers

wc: 3.7k (I HAVE GOT TO STOP WRITING SM ....)

warnings: mutual pining, roommate!gojo, dom!gojo, he gets rough but only bc he loves ur pussy sssoooo much, sending nudes by accident to gojo, semi-public m! masturbation, filming (on gojo’s end), pet names, praise, slight f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, nipple play, bit of dialogue during sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (twice!), multiple rounds, implied m! oral, n*sfw under the cut

the next week goes by uneventfully.

but you think there’s hardly anything worth happening when you hadn’t even said anything about that: standing outside satoru’s room, hearing his pleasured moans along with the slickness of his hand on his cock and watching him at his most vulnerable with whispers of your name.

gojo did have a few moments of weakness — brief bouts of failing to meet your eyes, stuttering, but he was still predominantly himself after, throwing laundry on the floor and leaving the toilet paper roll unfilled. by date, he was the messiest roommate you’ve roomed with, compared to sleeping over at shoko’s and geto’s places before; sure it was obvious enough being friends with him since high school, though you hadn’t thought that the rowdy, outgoing way that he spoke would translate into his living space, too.

and despite being the one who has the upper hand that very day you decided to stop and watch, he still manages to have some sort of hold on you, catching you off-guard at the worst times.

“any luck with the mods?” gojo peeks over at your laptop over at the small dining table, your leg propped up and a scowl on your face at how you were still on the waitlist. while mr. perfect beside you has gotten every module he’s bidded for, a course on philosophy, romantic and 20th century music as well as an online mod about ethics.

“i don’t even know why you got that last one! funny how the most annoying person who has anything but morals is entering an ethics course.” maybe it was the fact that you’ve already waited one and a half weeks. perhaps it was that one piece of clothing gojo loved to leave on the floor, or simply it was just because of the man himself — you were on your wit’s end with the week.

that fades away when you’re turning your head and gojo is right there, hovering over your computer screen with a sly smirk on his face and his stupid bright, blue eyes that you could spend hours staring at.

“you wound me, baby,” gojo whispers, like it was a secret between the two of you and he pulls away, both hearts beating an unnatural speed at the proximity. gojo swears to himself he’ll never call you anything close to that or be that close because it’s absolutely not good for his heaving chest and hardening dick — those pretty plump lips of yours and the innocent look on your face — he wanted to both kiss it and fuck it.

and yet, on dormitory movie nights where you’re sat on both ends of the couch with geto and shoko between the two of you, satoru wills himself to patiently wait until the end of the first movie to stretch his limbs and get more snacks; he knows you’ll follow, too, because it’s been like that for as long as he can remember.

“you know you have to stop eating all that candy, right?” you’re saying it mindlessly, pouring more chips into a bowl and getting the hummus and guac, “it’s not healthy.”

gojo’s leaning on the counter and doesn’t help whatsoever, both elbows on the wood and head tipped back to meet your height.

“aw, is my cute roomie worried about me?” you almost want to ignore him with that little compliment, not sure if he even meant it, but you’re leaning into him this time with a little glance down to his lips that he thinks he imagined it.

“no, just wondering how embarrassed i’ll be when i have to tell the paramedics that when you finally collapse on the floor, it was because my dumb roommate had consumed too much sugar.” you like this little game you play with satoru, yet you’ve never been this bold; maybe it’s because you know he finds you hot, too, but the two of you are too stubborn to stand your ground and admit the obvious.

gojo’s feigned pout spreads into a grin and simply blows a raspberry at your explanation. there’s a crinkle of yet another sweet packet, disregarding your chastise from earlier. “smart little thing, hm?”

“i become the brightest when you’re involved,” you swipe the sweet from his fingers and pop it into your mouth, “i have to when i need to insult you.” the two of you spend the rest of the movie night hip to hip on the couch, ignoring the fire in your connected limbs and the spark of your fingers when they brush against each other.

it’s a few months before you’re fully embracing that you might not just find your roommate hot, but that maybe you’d want to “wife” him up as the other has expressed jokingly. it didn’t help that gojo is cleaning up a little more often these days, learning how to cook and using his inside voice like you told him to (you didn’t think he’d remember). the last straw was possibly seeing him fuss over you when you fell sick, switching to remote classes just so he could be close to you — his main excuse was that he didn’t want his laundry to be infected.

“but you don’t even like to use shirts half the time you’re home!”

“you’re calling this home—” gojo giggles while simultaneously shoving cough mixture down your throat, “i didn’t know we were married!”

“shut your trap before i really make you regret this.”

but gojo thinks that maybe it wasn’t so bad to come home to you in one of his future days, he just had to get through this first.

it was meant to be a simple photo to show off your new set of lingerie, the ones that you had gotten with your girls at a half-off price just the other day. you couldn’t blame yourself when your hands naturally reached for one that mirrored gojo’s eyes alongside the white details that represent his hair. buy it, take a potential nude and laugh about it in the group chat, that’s all. you felt so damn sexy in it that you even went as far as to take a few photos with your bra unclasped and phone in hand hiding your chest, until the very last one where it was fully off.

you felt unlike yourself, in that stuffy, small dorm while satoru was out in a lecture—

before gojo texts you about groceries and his chat moves to the very top that same moment you’ve got all these lewd, unnatural pictures of you waiting to be sent. it happened all too fast: at least 10 being delivered and read on the spot that your panic is indescribable and you want to melt into mush on the floor.

while you’re scrambling to delete them, gojo stares at your figure in that last racy picture, hands skilfully covering your breasts just enough that he could still see the curve of them and then down to your figure interrupted by a pretty pair of blue lace undies. it’s like you planned this, looking so delectable in your little get-up until it all disappears and you’re sending multiple messages of “i’m so sorry”’s and “it was an accident”’s.

gojo thanked the heavens he was sat at the very back of the lecture theatre, immediately booking it out of there with the images of you seared into his brain. his cock is throbbing and so, so hard it almost hurts to walk to the restroom, and you’re still continuing your apologies. he wants to scream at you — how you do not need to say sorry for whatever you’ve just sent, because as he removes his dick from his tight pants, there’s a soft sigh of your name that falls from his lips.

satoru is reminded of the times you’d be sat in your stupid booty shorts in the dorm, basically showing your folds because he just knew you didn’t like to use underwear underneath. he’s reminded of the times you had to (unwillingly) use one of his shirts when the washing machine had broken down and the only thing on his mind at the time was what you’d look like bouncing on him — he thinks that maybe he just needs to spit it the fuck out, and so he opens the video feature on your private chat.

“this is what you do t’me, baby,” gojo’s tip is already leaking so much pre-cum, making sure he can be seen, expression and all, “you make me so— s-shit— fucking hard.”

he didn’t even care if he could be heard, pumping his cock to the thought of you in that baby blue set of lingerie. he thinks of ripping it all off of you and buying you more just so he could do the same thing again and again, eyes scrunching up in bliss as his hand continues to move up and down his length. his hand isn’t even close to what he wants to feel — your tight pussy sucking him in — but he settles for it, squeezing his palm around his shaft and thumbs his tip.

“ya see this, angel?” gojo chokes out a moan when he sees another notification of ‘i really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable’ and it was the exact opposite for him in this bathroom stall, really hoping this video would drive his point home, “s’all for you, f— fuck.”

the video is incoherent from then on, because it’s all too much for him, the strokes of his warm hand, the images of your body, the sensitivity of his cock. lewd noises of him jerking off and his whines echo throughout the restroom, cumming with a slack mouth and babbles of your name on his lips.

“fuck, fuck, fuckkk…” satoru can hardly care as his cum stains his shirt, leaving his cock in needy spurts that dribble down his hand as well, wishing he could see it against your skin instead of his own. the end of the video is messy and hasty that he doesn’t even think much as he sends it, but it’s not even halfway through the video before you’re sending a simple “please come back, now.” and his heart jumps in his chest.

gojo simply shoots a quick text to geto, asking him to help him pack his things because he will definitely not be returning.

you’re so glad you don’t have any more classes for the day, too, because all you can think about now is satoru and his cock, blessed again with the sight of him losing himself in pleasure except now, he knew. your hands aren’t hesitant in reaching down to your core, lingerie already soaked through as you watch the short two minute video over and over as you lazily play with your clit with your eyes trained on his hand. it’s so hypnotising you don’t realise gojo’s already home, standing at your room door with his bulge showing through his pants and sweat lining his brow.

“did you run here?” you sit up, hands covering your chest instinctively. he shakes his head and you remove them.

“you know the bus will take too long, baby.”

you ignore the flutter of your heart and pussy when you know he says the pet name with intent, now, not in a joking or teasing manner. you want to hear it more.

“was that really an accident?”

you’re kneeling on your bed now, and gojo just wants to shut you up and make you take back all your apologies.

“it was!” you counter, not minding how your roommate slips his hand around your waist and is just inches from you, “but…”

gojo never truly loses his personality even when he’s hot and bothered, “but what, princess?”

that’s new.

you grin at his chivalry even when you’ve got your chest all vulnerable like this: he’s trying to break you with his eyes, the one thing that led you to choose baby blue in the first place. you win when his eyes flit down to your tits.

“but you still ended up sending me a video of you jerking off — hardly any decorum, huh, satoru?”

gojo rolls his eyes, hands trailing up your body and coming to rest at your boobs, “yeah. but you love it.”

that’s all he says before he dips down and takes a nipple into his mouth, leaving your hands to tangle in his hair as your back arches to give him more space. he’s so hungry, swirling his tongue around your hardened bud as he kneads the other, eyes occasionally meeting yours from your chest.

“d’you like the vid?” his speech is muffled.

“like it? i loved it—” a soft moan leaves you, “didn’t know you were such a sub, though.”

gojo laughs into your skin and you’re obsessed with the feeling, challenging him when he reaches your eyes again with a glint in his eyes.

“oh, you’re in for it, baby.” gojo grins, capturing your lips and feeling so free now that everything’s out in the open. he’s finally able to feel your lips on his, so soft and slow, making him go crazy from such a simple gesture. gojo pushes you gently onto your bed, kissing down your exposed body before coming to your pelvis, playing with the hem of the underwear.

“gotta thank this little guy for solving our problems.”

“please do not call my lingerie ‘little guy’,” you giggle, letting him remove the garment and you preen at the praise he gives your pussy.

“s’wet… is this all for me?” gojo shamelessly inhales your essence, the sight of him between your legs enough to make anyone cum.

“yeah…” it’s a whisper when you say it, breathless and impatient yet loving the way he treats you. “i get wet only for you, ‘toru.”

gojo moans at that, eyes rolling back momentarily before his mouth descends on your pussy and you think you can hear a brief hymn of hallelujah. he savours your cunt slowly, licking lazy stripes up and down your pussy and your moans match them — soft, drawn out — hands playing seamlessly with his hair. gojo’s startling baby blues meet you for a second and he smiles softly before he places a kiss to your clit.

a twitch, and satoru fully shows his expertise in the next second, eating you out like he was a starved man and you were the last meal on earth. your roommate sucks on your clit, groaning into your core as he feels your thighs close in around his head and your heels dig into his back. he switches easily to your hole, driving his tongue into the leaking entrance and his nose starts to nudge at your nub.

“satoru— s-shit!” your moans increase in volume, hands pulling harshly at his locks. “feel s’good—”

“yeah?” he speaks into your cunt, slurping up your juices time and time again until his jaw aches. your pussy just tastes so sweet that it’s got him grinding into the bed, too, relieving his cock with desperation. “was made just to eat you out, sweetness.”

“doing so well— are you close?” it was difficult to hold on when satoru was talking to you like that and devouring you so good, thumb now playing with your folds while his tongue focuses primarily on your clit again. he flicks at it and his eyes look at you for your answer, merely nodding pathetically as his abuse on your cunt is relentless. gojo would love to memorise the way you clench around his thumb, but he’s too fixated on your whines before you cum with a cry of his name.

“o—oh fuck— ‘t-toru! oh my goddd…” his mouth never stops moving even when your thighs tremble around his head and your body convulses, clit throbbing in his mouth and your mewls reaching the highest heavens.

gojo grins into your cunt, making sure you watch him as he collects all your juices onto his tongue, giving your pussy one last satisfied lick before he sits up, making quick work of his pants and he shows you how to not have one ounce of decorum like you commented on earlier—

because as he pumps the cock you saw just minutes ago, you tongue darts out to lick your lips unknowingly. as he drags the tip along your folds, you’re spreading your legs wider for him. as he slaps his cock along your cunt, your hips are moving on their own accord to feel more of him.

“filthy girl,” gojo leans in to your face, “talkin’ bout me having decorum. you should see yourself.”

you laugh, bringing him in for a brief kiss. you liked that you still could banter in times like this.

“i’ll admit i never had it, so it would b-be—” gojo slips just the tip in and you’re cut off, a choked whimper leaving you, “hypocritical to criticise you.”

“ya think?” gojo wiggles his hips gently, sinking into you and the squeeze of your cunt around his cock is too perfect, too tight. his own whines leave him as he eases inch by inch into you before you’re confessing.

“y’know after seeing you jerk off that day— f-fuck, in your room,” you mumble, wrapping your legs around his middle that causes him to moan, “i wanted nothing more than to help you clean up, cum and all.”

gojo chuckles breathlessly, you two have been pining for months? but he recovers just as quickly, bottoming out with a loud sigh. he lets your hands travel over his face, holding it in your palms.

“y-yeah? why didn’t you?”

“wasn’t sure if you liked me—” a whine cuts through your words as he takes the first slam into you.

“i’ll make sure you know how much i like you, baby, ‘kay?” gojo manages to get out before his hips moves into you, no longer able to hold conversation with the way your cunt sucks him in. he’s determined now, to show you how someone like you had a hold on him so strong that he was willing to pick up dirty clothes and take time out of his day to collect groceries. it’s not long before your roommate is able to pick up a pace, loving the way you trap him with your legs as his hips piston in and out of you.

the room is so much more stuffy, now, filled with the scent of sweat and sex as his pelvis meets your ass in timed thrusts. it was so filthy, too, cum from your previous orgasm aiding him as lube and sticking to his pubes from how much you were dripping.

“y-yeah— fuck me like how you’ve been wanting to, ‘toru—” you mumble out softly, already drunk on his cock. you swear you can feel the veins and his cockhead twitch at that, the sounds of the other filling your ears.

“you take me so, so well, baby,” gojo praises, face buried in your neck as he gives you kisses there, mind blank except for how you’re so wet that your arousal is spurting everywhere each time he comes up to the hilt in you, “taking my cock and squeezing me s’good.”

little pants leave you at the affirmations, and like always, gojo is a fast learner, already knowing your sweet spots when a hand sneaks down to rub at your clit. the circles go in time with his thrusts, and before then, you’re jerking in his arms, nails scratching at his back as your pussy spasms on his cock. gojo groans into your skin, hips still ramming into you before the clench of your cunt prompts him to cum as well.

“right there— s-shit!” you’re moaning when you can feel his cum seeping into you, the exact thing you’re imagining feeling even better as he loads you up, but you don’t have time to react when gojo flips you over. a quick glance to his face tells you he’s intoxicated on your pussy, pressing down on your arch.

“can you handle— another load— baby?” it comes out in between his thrusts, the way he begs to cum in you again and you’re never one to deny when you’ve wanted this for the longest time. you let satoru use you, face buried in the sheets below you while his thrusts start to turn sloppy. he’s not giving one fuck that he’s cummed the fastest he’s ever done before and how he’s going to do it again, but it’s inevitable when he’s got your cunt wrapped around him.

“y— yes, satoru— want you to fill me up, p-please—” it all overloads him: the way his cock disappears into your hole, the residual cum from earlier sticking to your ass and his pelvis, that white ring of semen around the base of his dick, your desperate pleas and cries.

it only takes one stroke of his hand on your clit before you’re cumming so fast again together with him, fingers grasping at the sheets as your pussy flutters around his length and you get his second load in return. it’s so viscous and hot, spilling into your hole. it’s so much, body going limp against satoru’s messy thrusts as he continues to rut into you, stilling finally when he starts to cramp in his thighs.

“attagirl, that’s it, sweetness,” gojo gasps out from behind you, staying locked in you as his cock spurts out the last bits of his cum. he presses a small kiss to your shoulder, asking softly into your skin if you were okay.

“more than okay—” a small mewl is heard when gojo pulls out slowly, sighing to himself upon seeing the way your cunt push out his cum naturally. there’s so much of it, spilling onto the sheets, but before he can take it upon himself to plug two fingers into your entrance, you’re dragging him to lie properly on the bed—

“not done?” your roommate laughs, a hand playing with your neck and the hickeys he’s left there.

you shake your head, noting how satoru’s cock is still sensitive when your hand closes around it, and you finally can see gojo in all of his glory when your tongue kitten licks at his tip and a shiver travels through his body. his hooded eyes and the buck of his hips are all you need to continue.

“i haven’t told you how much i like you, ‘toru. should i show you now?”

somewhere on your dresser, there’s several messages from your girls, but you’re too preoccupied with satoru’s cock in your mouth to notice — ah, well, you’d update them later.

[6:23pm, operation get (y/n) a partner]: photo attached (4)

@(y/n) girl where is your pic !!!! show us that cute baby blue lingerie pleaseee!!

[sacklerscumrag]

Metalhead Next Door

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Notes: hello :) i got the sudden urge to write for eddie munson today for some reason lol

i'm apologizing in advance for how bad it probably is. please keep in mind that i havent written anything in a long time, let alone for eddie

but if you do read it for whatever reason, thank you i love you im giving you a big kiss rn <3

Warnings: neighbors to lovers, jealous!reader, pining, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 1.4K

A loud rumble from a run-down truck rang outside your trailer window, jolting you from sleep. The book you abandoned some hours ago slid off your chest as you sat on the bed to peek outside. Snow continued to fall and hardened on the window sill from earlier that morning, each flake a silent whisper against the palm of your hand as you held it out in the icy air. Metal music blared through the familiar window across from yours, drawing your attention toward the warm glow coming from inside. An overpowering scent of weed lingered between the two trailers—something you'd found comfort in within the last couple of months of living next door to the Munsons. Of course, you'd heard the rumors where Eddie was concerned, and you'd have to be blind not to see how people treated him around here. Everyone ignored him, wrote him off as a freak while telling the tale of the long-haired devil-worshiping drug dealer to anyone who would listen. But after almost a year of living next to Eddie, you realized that couldn't be further from the truth.

The first night, Eddie crept up on your front porch when you weren't looking, making himself comfortable on the wooden staircase, offering whatever joint he was nursing—all leather jacket and wild hair with a grin that could warm you to your core if you let yourself admire him for a little too long. Since then, you'd meet Eddie outside once everyone had gone to bed and let his wild D&D stories carry you through the night. The world around you seemed to soften around Eddie, swallowed up by the relentless comfort of his presence. Even when he was gone, one last tiny blaze of warmth and light continuously flickered in your chest for him.

The night air was crisp, making you cling to your blanket that much tighter as you curled up in bed. You nearly jumped when you heard a thump against your bedroom window, a snowball crumbling as another landed against the window pane.

"You're not gonna make me wait out here until I freeze, are you?" Eddie's voice trickled in from outside, making you smile before quickly opening the window and letting him climb in. "It's fucking freezing out there. Hey, sweetheart." Your heart warmed at the nickname as he brushed past you, flopped down on your mattress, and picked up your abandoned book. His hair looked like he'd run his hand through it far too many times today; the snow still crunched as he crossed one boot over another as scattered icicles clung to his jacket's leather and denim patches.

"Well, it's no D&D book, but-." Eddie teased before you cut him off by snatching the book, placing it on your bedside table, and settling beside him. He smirked, clearly pleased with himself for getting to you so quickly.

"So what's new with you, Munson?" You said as you sank next to him, sneaking glances whenever he wasn't looking.

"Same shit, different day. I learned a new Metallica song last week, gonna play it at our gig."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll play it for you sometime." You smiled at that. "Oh shit, I was supposed to call Dustin." Eddie dramatically sat up on your bed and sighed.

"Dustin? Was it important?"

"Yeah, sort of; he's been trying to set me up with this girl. Or was it Steve setting me up? All I know is I went out with her last week, and now I gotta be at Family Video tomorrow at 6 to pick out a movie for whatever the fuck a double date movie night is." Your heart sank. Eddie was being set up; he was dating someone. And it wasn't you. Figures. He would never see you as more than a friend; all you ever did was hang out and talk about D&D; he could do that with any of his other friends. This shouldn't surprise you, but that didn't make it sting any less than it did.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie noticed your silence amidst his rambling. You were seemingly lost in your thoughts as you toyed with your fingers. Something had shifted; your warm presence from just a minute ago felt frigid and distant.

"Yeah." You wiped the tears welling in your eyes and stood from the bed, suddenly needing to put as much distance between you as possible. "Just tired, I'm just gonna go to bed." The mere thought of Eddie snuggling up on a couch with some girl made your chest feel like it would cave in any second. You quickly turned toward your window to open it, unable to face him without fear of bursting into tears.

"Sweetheart, if I did something to piss you off, I'm sorry."

"You didn't just please…I want to go to bed." Your tone was firmer than Eddie had ever heard from you. He should go, head out through the window, and call it a night. But he couldn't. "Please." Your voice slightly cracked, and with it, a piece of Eddie's heart at the realization. When you managed to turn around, his chest was inches from your face, tenderness filling those big, brown, beautiful eyes darting back at you. His ring-clad hand cupped your cheek, skimming over your skin delicately like you would break under his touch.

Before you knew it, your mouth was on his. Your arms around his neck; he tasted like cigarettes and mint from the gum he anxiously chewed before you came in. It was intoxicating. Chills spread across your skin when his hands slid across your waist, pressing you closer to him. It didn't take long for Eddie's need for you to become apparent with feverish hands pushing you back until the desk bumped against your ass; Eddie tapped your thigh to signal you to sit on the hard surface, standing in between your legs and trailing his lips down to your neck and chest. Your hands tangled in his curls, breathing in as much of him as possible before he pulled away slightly.

"Eddie." You paused, studying his face for a moment; face flushed, hair tussled, and lips swollen and pink from your own; he was perfect. "I'm sorry. I should've told you how I felt, I-. Eddie's lips interrupted you with a searing but brief kiss as he spoke against your lips.

"Don't you dare apologize. I've been waiting so fucking long for this." A smile spread across your face, and relief flooded your chest. You tugged on his vest to draw him back to your lips as his hands began to knead your thighs, core clenching at the feeling. Whimpers escaped you from just his lips on your skin. His mouth worked its way along your neck, lifting your shirt and continuing to work his way down until he was kneeling before you.

"Can I?" You nodded as Eddie's ring-clad fingers hooked onto your shorts, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor along with your underwear. He hooked one leg over his shoulder and kissed the delicate skin of your inner thigh. "God, you have no idea how bad I've needed to taste you." Your breath hitched when you felt his tongue begin expertly working along your folds, then back toward your clit. It wasn't long before he slipped a finger inside you, then another. The chill of his rings pressing on your most sensitive spots as he plunged them in and out of you had you arching your back and squeezing your thighs tighter around Eddie. Your chest heaved; every whimper and moan that escaped was like music to his ears. Eddie consumed you like a man starved; it was like the more pleasure he drew from you, the more he wanted. He couldn't get enough. He teased your clit between his lips and began to suck hard. Eddie's movements were relentless. Your eyes screwed shut, and your core tightened until it snapped. Eddie's hand dug into the flesh of your hips to hold you in place as you squirmed against him until you were practically pushing him away. He could see the blissed look on your face as he stood and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you over to bed. Once you were settled, Eddie stepped toward the still-open window.

"Don't go," you whispered; a pang of fear hit you. Eddie smirked to himself before shutting the window securely, throwing his jacket on your nightstand, and crawling in beside you.

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."

[sugarlywhispers]

Rock band!Bakugou Katsuki. He plays the drums and sometimes sings, but the main singer of the band is Denki. Kirishima plays the electric guitar, Tokoyami the bass and Sero the keyboard. Shinsou and Bakugou are the masterminds behind the lyrics, while Jirou produces.

They aren't extrictly rock, they love to play with sounds and knew styles.

That's why you became their fan. They are not big in the industry, but they are quite known. You haven't missed a single presentation –no matter how small or big– since you found them.

You have spoken to them here and there, especially since that day when you ventured to ask for their autograph after a presentation at the parking lot when they were putting away their instruments inside their van.

Denki and Kirishima were so excited they even offered pictures, which you definitely took with them. Tokoyami, Sero and Shinsou played it cool. Jirou gifted you a necklace with the pick she used when she played her guitar sometimes –of course you hugged her in thanks. Bakugou, on the other hand, acted like it simply didn't matter, like he didn't care one ounce.

Little did you know, Katsuki knew exactly who you were.

How could he not? He had seen you in every presentation, right there in the front, cheering and screaming for the band. Looking all beautiful and cool, never shying away from recommending their music to anyone who would listen –and yes, he knows this because he has stalked your social media accounts.

In his defense, he found you by mere coincidence. He was suddenly swamped by edits of him in his personal account and right there, in one comment, he found yours.

The video intented to be a compilation onf him acting sexy, all Katsuki smiling and making faces for the fans as he looses himself in his drums. A comment said, "daddy material". That made him snort amused. But he almost choked on air then he recognized your profile picture –even that small in the comment section– answering to it with a simple: "agreed 😍🥵".

Not one, but TWO fucking emojis.

He felt like in fucking cloud nine.

Again, it had been mere coincidence, but he would deny to everyone that he was always looking forward to any publication you made.

So yeah, even though he acted a bit cold and mean, you couldn't avoid the think he was just... Fuck. Awesome. Handsome.

That's how you found yourself completely enraptured when a new song is announced in the middle of the concert, and non other than Bakugou Katsuki stepped in the front after Denki himself presented him as the singer.

Katsuki sang with his eyes closed most of the time, but in the moments he did open them, you swear he was looking at you. You wished. That was your head playing with you... Right?

.

Only if you knew that Katsuki wrote that song thinking about you. For you.

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖄ES, SUGAR ♱ ℳ.𝓢.

✵ ❪ 𝒚𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 ❫ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ms x f!r, katseye 7th member!au, fluff ── disclaimers: jealousy, ya’ll know the drill atp we three chapters deep (read in dark mode!) enjoy xx

ℭatalogue, pt one, two

MEGAN NOT PLAYING AROUND ABT Y/N (PER USUAL)

21.2k likes | 433k views | 19th Mar, 2025

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip one: [ TIKTOK + WEVERSE LIVE ] n/nlarz live

“Here in Katseye, we believe in starting strong. No beating around the bush, no stupid sub plot-lines, and definitely no bullshit when it comes to making our fans happy, because that is our number one priority. We make music to make you guys happy, and in turn, that makes us happy. You crazy kids always find a way to entertain us, so we do our part to entertain you.”

user01 omg this hoe is really tokyo drifting circles around the elephant in the room right now

user02 or team really said let’s get our very own shakespeare

user03 not eyekonville successfully cyber bullying y/n into addressing the tiktok yall this fandom is not real

“Oh my God, you’re stalling the hell out of this right now,” Lara snorted, head resting against her fist. The two of you sat at Lara’s desk, the violet LEDs on in the room with the older’s rnb playlist playing softly through her speakers.

You clasped your flushing cheeks into your hands, groaning. “Well, I’m not exactly excited to talk about this!”

Lara scoffed, raising an eyebrow and eyeing the live, as if sharing a knowing look with the fans watching the both of you at home. “You guys really thought you could put something like that out and not spark hellfire in Eyekonville?”

“It was so long ago! I didn’t think it would blow up like that.”

Two years ago, you posted a tiktok on your personal tiktok account of a challenge you and Megan did during your Dream Academy days. It was before the group was formed, and you were kindly instructed to remove it after your debut, but some fan who’s been following you since your predebut days seemed to have reposted it on twitter. The tweet gathered a total of 53M views and 1.2M likes from both eyekons and those unfamiliar to your music. Now fans shamelessly bombarded you with questions about it any chance they got.

The tiktok in question was the two of you doing the lipstick trend to the song “Appcalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex.

You appeared onscreen first, putting on some red lipgloss before the phone panned to black-haired Megan, staring at you, the camera going unnoticed by her dreamy eyes as she stared at you with a gentle smile. Every visible inch of skin littered with a variety of smudged or clear red lipstick marks.

[ holy fucking shit i did six backflips when i saw the tiktok ]

user04 they fr hard launched during da and forgot abt it

user05 deadass i always knew megn/n wasn’t just a figment of my imagination they been sus since da

user06 guys she’s abt to hard launch again act surprised

“You posted it during mission two?” Lara stared at her phone, definitely watching the video once again online. She shook her head, “Damn, I forgot ya’ll were rooming together.”

“Okay, before any of ya’ll put on your tinfoil hats and make up conspiracy theories about this, it was just a trend. Nothing more. We spent a lot of time together during training and we did a lot of challenges like that one, okay?” you stammered, clearing your throat. You thanked all the Gods the room was coloured so the fans couldn’t see your flushed cheeks. “Megan and I are friends—and now roommates, but that’s it.”

user07 oh yeah cuz i do couple trends w my friends too

user09 so this convinced a total of negative a trillion people

user08 i think doechii wrote a song about you honey

Lara giggled at the comments clocking your lies, glancing at your disapproving gaze as she fell back into her swivel chair. You sighed, shaking your head. “Guys, I swear on my mom, it is not what you think! We were just doing a tiktok trend!”

[ y/n baby you’re talented at a lot of things… just not lying ]

“Yeah, guys, come on, she’s being so for real right now…” Lara added in a monotonous tone of mockery. “You wouldn’t want everyone’s favourite Katz to get in trouble now, would you?”

“I do that with all the other girls too—How about this, if I promise to post this video of Sophia and I doing a couple’s yoga trend that was all over tiktok like two months ago, will you guys believe me?” You desperately sought to keep things tame, not wanting unnecessary trouble with your management team. Though, all press is good press, and the 63k people watching you try and make a bad case against dating rumours with your fellow bandmate would attest to that.

user09 kissing all over is different from doing poses tgt

user10 honey we saw the marks leading down meimei’s neck into her shirt you did not have to do allat for a casual trend

user11 i’d never let my bsf kiss me like that even for a trend

[ the look megan gave her though?? how is that platonic??? ]

“That’s the best answer you’re gonna get from my girl,” Lara chuckled, winking at the camera, “If y’all really wanna know what’s up that bad… guess you’ll have to stick with us.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip two: [ TWITCH ] d4vd x katseye streamathon

“No, have you seen this girl’s roblox avatar? She got that drip. She’s a certified gamer!” Daniela nodded, pursing her lips and giving D4vd an ‘mhm’ as his jaw dropped.

Serves him right for doubting your gaming skills. Silly D4vd.

You held your hands up as he let out an ‘ooh’, crossing your arms. “What can I say… I’m always on that bloxburg grind.”

Lara rolled her eyes playfully, “I’ll say, this bitch will stay in her room and never come out if she didn’t legally sign a contract. y/n and Megan are the most loser-coded, discord server npcs I have ever met. Like all they need is each other and their ipads.”

“Hey, why am I catching strays right now!” Megan whined.

You chuckled, a hand lifting to stroke the small of her back. She readjusted her beanie, leaning forward with a pout. She read the chat’s amused comments on Lara’s words, glancing back at you. “Are you just gonna take that?”

You shrugged, “To be fair, we are pretty addicted, Mei.”

[ it’s giving gentle husky x orange cat duo and im here for it ]

“Yeah, I know y/n’s the boss at dress to impress, we should get her on this.” Daniela moved away from the centre of the frame to make space for you. You slipped between her and the desk, grabbing the ipad from Lara. Daniela’s hands slipped up to grip your hips, locking you in place as she continued to banter.

Sat to the side just a little bit behind Daniela, Megan couldn’t help but eye the both of you every couple seconds.

The chat pointed out how she was doing her signature “laugh then lock in” bit, but in a more “show jealousy then remember she needs to lock in” way. Her eyes would linger on the two of you, on Daniela’s hands caressing your waist, a little too long with her eyebrows slowly furrowing and her smile fading. Then she would remember she was on camera.

user01 ooh somebody’s lookin a little jealousssssss

user02 megan forgot she needs to stay employed for a second

user03 bro’s fr getting war flashbacks rn

user04 what a good day to be a dann/n defender ;)

“Somebody asked if Daniela and y/n are bread and peanut butter, ‘cuz Megan is exactly the jelly they need right now,” D4vd read aloud, eliciting laughter from everybody in the room but a stunned Megan. She sometimes forget Twitch was an American platform and they were allowed to say more things they weren’t allowed on Korean ones like Weverse. But even you seemed to be going along with the teasing. D4vd sighed, “Oh my God, that’s gold, you guys have the best fan base.”

“Oh, Mei, I’m sorry for hogging the ipad. Here, you and I are both experts, if we work together, we should be able to beat these hoes at their own game.” you scorched over, peeling yourself from Daniela’s greedy fingers to make room for Megan. The redhead slid in, indirectly pushing the blonde out towards the edge of the frame, finding herself behind you.

[ y/n is so cute and oblivious oml but she loves megan sm ]

She internally cooed at your blissful ignorance, melting at you doing your best to include her. She’ll take what she could get, her mood immediately lightening up upon taking Daniela’s spot behind you, looping her fingers into the belt hoops of your baggy jeans. You two fell into your own little world, choosing outfits on the game as the others gave you input.

user05 megn/n pda i repeat MEGN/N PDA

user06 girl ain’t nobody looking at the stupid game screen rn

user07 they’re really making the most of the american rules

user08 ah yes there’s my daily megn/n fix

“So are we gonna say anything, or…?” Lara mouthed towards Daniela. She sat to your left, leaning back to gesture at the blonde so the two of you wouldn’t see. Sucked in your own world, on the virtual runway, you and Megan were too entrapped with the game and your fans to notice.

Daniela gave D4vd a look, who didn’t really know what to say. He was pretty entertained by the two of you’s intimate stance.

The blonde eventually shook her head, waving a hand. The three of them moved on to play the game with you two too. Slowly, you moved to sit on Megan’s lap, her arms around your hips and her head over your shoulder.

[ god i’ve never felt more single in my sad and lonely life ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip three: [ TIKTOK LIVE ] @meretmanon

“I think the plan is. we wake up at 6:30, we get downstairs at 7, get a coffee and maybe a pastry for breakfast, then get in the van and head for the hotel we’re getting ready at.” Manon was gathering her makeup, listing your schedule. She had decided to go live, having nothing to do as she does her makeup to ready for the seven of you heading to Sophia’s family home.

Everybody was gathered in Daniela and Manon’s room, waiting for their eldest member to finish getting ready.

The tiktok live went viral on tiktok after it ended for a couple moments in the background. This was during a time when the company was trying their hardest to manage the group’s image after some threads on twitter with the tag “#megn/n” had gotten out of hand with some unwanted attention.

You were clearly perched in the right bed behind Manon, Sophia, Lara and Yoonchae spread on the other. You rested against the headboard, entranced by the phone in your hand as the other three watched TV.

“Oh my God, don’t even talk about the early morning tomorrow, I’m absolutely dreading it.” Daniela groaned, emerging from the bathroom to stand behind Manon, gazing down at the comments flooding the chat. She caught sight of you sitting in the background, eyeing Megan, who, unknowingly appeared on camera, sauntered her way around the bed to lean over you. The blonde quickly moved to stand in the way of the view, blocking the ordeal from the live.

user01 i saw that. I SAW THAT.

user02 WAS MEGAN LEANING DOWN FOR A KISS WTF

user03 nah they trained daniela to be on it fr

user04 this is some pazzi shit all over again (pls get the ref)

user05 hold me down cuz im abt to go feral

Manon and Daniela shared a look, but neither of them dared to address the compelling topic of discussion amongst the fans.

Later on in the livestream, Daniela eventually moved off to take a call from her parents. Scurrying off, she left Manon in front of the phone, sitting on the floor in between the end of both beds. Lara was laying over the edge of the left one, talking about how excited they were to see the Laforteza’s.

Megan’s feet poked from the right side, hanging off the side of the bed. She suddenly propped herself up, laying on you, who moved just into frame as you laid on the pillow.

Knowing the group had been briefed about keeping the whole megn/n thing under tabs, Sophia nudged Manon, who then moved so her body would cover the two of you once again.

user06 show it to me please SEND IT TO ME RACHEL

user07 oml the gate keeping im foaming at the mouth

user08 so where are all the megn/n deniers now huh??

user09 nah yall can’t cover that up we saw that kiss jn

[ no cuz why were they working so hard to cover things up that live, it’s so funny cuz sophia and the girls were fighting for their lives but megn/n did not gaf like at all ]

When somebody would say things about y/n having a girlfriend or Megan having a boyfriend, Lara would very unsubtly make a face; most of the time it would be a smirk with a raised eyebrow at how ridiculous the comment was.

“y/n, somebody said they want to take you to breakfast,” Manon read aloud, not bothering to even look at your reaction.

A small, mumbled, “better not” from Megan could be heard once the fans enhanced the audio.

[ y/n definitely keeps this girl in check… ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] solo mei for the win ;)

“I wish I could read, I’m dyslexic,” Megan cackled, setting her makeup bag down. “I love audio books though, if you guys have any recommendations, I’d love to try them out.”

A knock sounded, Megan’s head snapped towards the door. “Somebody just knocked… hello?”

The door creaked open, and you popped in. “Baby, you forgot to grab your id this morning—!” The way Megan’s eyes widened, you knew you had fucked up on some level. It was only then did you notice the phone and ring light in front of her, and the extremely cautious “oh shit” look on her face.

user01 “BABY”??????????????? HELLO??????????????????

user02 IM FUCKING OVULATING DONT DO THIS TO ME

user03 oh nah oh nah i’m folding hard asf rn

user04 EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS HAPPENING

user05 that has to be y/n l/n i recognize that voice

You thanked God you were still out of frame, setting the id down on the table and gesturing for you having to leave. She doesn’t react or address the situation, clearing her throat. “Anyway, I love audio books. I’m actually better at math than english, so if you guys need help with homework, I’m here.”

user06 nooooo bring y/n back we’ve missed her :(

user07 not megan acting like we didn’t just catch them

user08 WHY ARE YOU ALL SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS???

[ love how they just never talked about this after but i just know they got their ass beat by their pr team ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip five: [ COSMOPOLITAN ] Katseye Q&A

“y/n, you’ve been known to have a more impulsive tendency, and you’ve mentioned before you love getting impromptu tattoos. What’s the most recent tattoo you’ve gotten, and why did you choose to get it?” The interviewer questioned, the shot quickly cut to the seven of you. In the back row, sat Sophia, Yoonchae, you and Lara, in the front, Daniela, Manon and Megan. Six pairs of eyes turned to you.

“Oh, I, uh—” Caught off guard by the sudden spotlight burning you in place, you shifted, chuckling awkwardly. When you blanked, you began internally panicking.

You hated talking about your tattoos. It made you nervous because you’ve gotten a lot of criticism for it in the media.

“Actually, y/n and I got tattoos together. We wanted to get something that symbolized Katseye’s debut, so she got a (your charm), and I got a dual cherry on the inside of our left ring fingers.” Megan flashed the tattoo towards the camera, the editors zoomed in really quick.

You played along, showing yours as well.

“Oh, wow, that’s really cute!” The interviewer chuckled, “So will this be a ‘all seven of you’ kinda tattoo, or will this stay just the two of you for now?”

Lara groaned, “Oh, girl, trust I will be tatted the hell up in the future. I will be getting my key sooner or later.”

As the conversation shifted, you could feel Megan’s hand slide behind Manon’s to give your thigh an encouraging squeeze. It was a small gesture, but it eased your nerves. You glanced at her, and she shot you a quick wink. It drove megn/n truthers up the fucking wall. Your hashtag trending on Eyekonville.

The interview continued, but in that moment, fans knew, even if it wasn’t plastered on billboards preaching about it, the little relationship, whatever it may be, between you two was sacred.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。 writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet… anyway BREAKIN DISHES PART 4 COMING SOON TO THEATRES NEAR YOU!! keep sending in suggestions and ideas i dont reply to all of them but i read them all! i love you all, happy reading! xx

@sillymommy6969 ©

[minkoq]

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

katsuki's favourite camgirl; fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, cam girl, male + female masturbation, use of sex toys, lowkey gooning

part 1 , part 2

🎐— after a tiring day at work the only thing he ever wanted was to watch your streams. how you'd greet them ever so softly, you starting to knead your breasts through your thin shirt.

🎐— it all made him crazy, your whimpers were like music to his ears. watching how you'd unbutton your dress shirt, revealing a sheer lilac bra. him stroking his cock softly, watching you play with yourself on screen.

🎐— watching how you're fucking yourself on a silicone dildo, squeezing his tip, hoping that one day he could get to fuck your sopping pussy like this.

🎐— he came on the screen way too early, you still riding the dildo, he continued stroking his cock, watching how easily the toy slipped in and out of you.

🎐— he looked at the side of his screen, in the bottom of your stream was written that you made personal videos for the highest tipper.

🎐— he sighed, contemplating if he should do it, he looked at the person who tipped highest and it was almost $300, he groaned, will he actually spend this much money on a stranger?

🎐— but in the end he gave in, being way too horny to even think straight, in the end he does have the money. he tipped her around $600, now he's struggling to type in a message that wouldn't sound too corny.

🎐— but when he heard you moan and cry as you fucked yourself, he knew exactly what he'd type in.

🎐— "i'd love to see you in a dynamight shirt." he wrote in the donation, and sent it to her. waiting to see her reaction.

🎐— she rubbed her clit in circular motions, then the sound of the donation came in and she saw the tip, she gasped softly in pleasure. "woah, thank.. you for the tip.." she moaned out in surprise.

🎐— she continued riding the dildo, "i'll.. make the video after.. the stream.. hahh.." she sighed out in pleasure.

🎐— after the stream was done, she dm'ed him, asking katsuki for the name she should say in the video. he gulped, hesitating if he should write in his real name, then she might immediately know who he is if she puts one and one together.

🎐— he looked down at his leaking cock, it would make him cum immediately if she said his real name, though.. he texted her his first name.

🎐— then after around 30 minutes he received the video, she looked gorgeous.. and she had the shirt on..

🎐— "hey katsuki! thank you so much for the tip, i appreciate it so much!" she started the video, "you're such a loyal viewer of mine, subbed to me for already 10 months! i don't know how i'd ever repay you.. well except with my videos.." she giggled and ended the video, biting her lip sensually.

🎐— katsuki groaned in embarrassment, his whole semen spilling over the screen, he wanted to fuck her so bad. it wasn't even funny anymore.

🎐— then she sent another text, "have fun with the video, dynamight ;)" and he sighed at that, now she knew who he was. shit.

[thatonebabybat]

Being Masc & Goth

This blog usually isn't fashion-focused, but I was thinking about alt fashion and how it's sometimes a struggle to figure out how to style things in a masc way if you're interested in darkalt fashion, but you don't want to go too casual or basic with it. So I thought I'd throw together some tips, link some DIYs, and maybe throw in a few moodboards. I want to preface this with one thing: You do NOT have to adhere to traditional gender roles. Fuck anyone who tells you that you do. If you're a guy and you want to get into alt fashion don't let anyone tell you that you can't pull off a skirt or a dress or a strappy top. Literally the whole point of being alt is Doing Whatever The Hell You Want Forever. However, not everyone feels comfortable in that (I made this post because I'm transmasc and sometimes the long gothic dresses make me dysphoric), and not everyone is safe to do that ( as much as it sucks ass, if you live in a conservative area sometimes it can be genuinely dangerous for guys to wear makeup and dresses in public, and your safety should always come first), so I thought I'd lay out some tips on how to dress alt and masc from my own experience. I'm still learning so feel free to leave your own advice in the replies or reblogs! General Styling Tips: - Jackets. Jackets, jackets, jackets. Something about a big jacket always seems to give an outfit a more masc energy, and adding a cool jacket to an outfit can be a great way to elevate it and add some extra visual interest. I like black blazers, leather jackets, and black denim jackets in particular, but vests (formal menswear ones or more casual denim or leather ones) can work well too, especially in hot weather. - Any basic black pair of jeans will look 100x more alt if you loosely attach some chains to the pockets or belt loops. Also, pants with wider legs tend to look more masc than tighter fits. not sure why. Slacks can also be a really good and underrated option. - If you want to find good headwear, cool sunglasses have never failed me. You may be able to take some inspiration from Ouji fashion as well, but that's just my personal taste. - If you have a basic piece around, you can add pins, patches, safety pins, etc for a more casual look, or if you're going for something more formal, trims and lace details and embroidery can really add interest and elegance to it. (if you can't sew, you can order iron-on embroidered patches online or find them in craft stores that'll do the trick just fine.) This can take your pair of slacks or plain black blazer and turn it into a piece of formal gothic menswear you can make a staple of your wardrobe. - Find inspiration in your favorite goth artists. There's a lot of really cool goth music out there and a lot of those bands get really innovative with their looks! Figure out what you like about their style and try incorporating a few things in, it's fun! - If you have an alt wardrobe already but it just seems like something's missing or it could use some interest, try switching up the silhouettes or adding an extra layer! Seriously, don't be scared of playing with textures and sleeve shapes! I see a lot of dudes who just wear a band tee and a pair of jeans all the time, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, that can be a great look! But I think a lot of dudes just genuinely think that that's their only option and that everything else just "wasn't made for them" and that makes me a little sad. shred up some shirts and layer them, wear some bell sleeves, throw some extra safety pins or studs on, have fun! No one said masc fashion couldn't be fun. Unisex/Masc DIY Videos I Found:

... And Some Inspiration!

[These are all goth music artists, I wrote the band/artist names in small text on the images that were not already watermarked for those who are curious]

[elliesbebegurl]

Warmest Welcome

Abby x Ellie x Masc!Reader

synopsis: Ellie has always dreamt of being in a band. Her new bandmates are more than happy to welcome her.

warnings: 2.6k words, sub! ellie, dom! reader, dom! abby (idrk, abby doesn’t get involved much here but yea), reader plays with ellie while they write lyrics for their upcoming song TEEHEE, voyeurism, fingering (e!receiving), edging and implied overstim (e!receiving), asphyxiation (e!receiving), Y/N is used once

A/N: The song they’re “writing” here will be Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus SO THAT’S FUN 😍

also sorry this took a looooong time to finally post since I posted the sneak peek. IVE BEEN BUSY IM SORRY 🙏🙏

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Ellie was never the type to be extremely social. She would only go to campus to finish her classes, go to the library to re-write her lectures and then go straight back to her place—avoiding any possibility of socializing.

Not that she was ever really talked to. Except her online friends. And when she orders takeout. Do they count?

Though one thing she loved was music. Whether she listened to it or played it herself. Every single pluck of the guitar strings as she played a familiar melody she had heard from the radio earlier that day.

She played beautifully. But who would believe someone like her fucking shreds guitar? See, the problem was that she never really was confident in her skills.

On the flip side were you and Abby. The two of you were pretty well known around campus, being a relatively successful duo after a song you made up one random sleepover with Abby blew up on social media.

Got a little tipsy after sipping on a little too much wine while you two had a “study night”, ended up writing a whole ass song and recording it in Abby’s closet before sharing on a platform for shits and giggles. Now… you’re not complaining though.

So when Abby hears about an upcoming “battle of the bands” happening back in her hometown right on your summer break from uni, trust that you haven’t been left the fuck alone for the past. Four. Days.

Abby spins in your desk chair, with you sat up on your bed as she bugs you for probably the 7th time that day. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, we’ll get to meet other bands, and didn’t you tell me then that you wanted to try getting laid with a bass play-“

You groan. Running your hands over you face as you reason:

“Oh my God. Dude. We’re not even a band. How the fuck are we gonna sign up?”

Abby sits straight, her eyes narrowing as she hummed. “Uhhh…”

Your eyes remained on Abby, crossing your arms as she lets out an awkward chuckle. Rolling your eyes, you go back to “working” on your laptop. In reality, you were actually searching for ways to sign up for the event and its requirements. These are one of the fewest times that Abby would actually go and nag you about something she really wanted to do. So naturally, being her best friend, you try to find a way.

But it’s true though. You two need at least another member to proceed with this competition.

But how?

—————————

After another week of endless (and in-secret) searching, the post you made asking anyone willing to join your band finally got a good amount of emails sent to you. (Abby was blocked beforehand so she couldn’t see.)

One thing that caught your attention in particular was a sophomore who simply wrote in the email about how she wanted to audition as a guitarist—even making the effort of sending a video. Some others already did, so you shrugged it off. Naturally, you clicked on the video and sat back in your seat as it loaded.

When the play button appeared in the middle of the screen, you put on headphones before hitting play.

The girl was leaning over her camera, making sure it was steady before standing up straight. She then shakily introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Ellie. Uh-“ She cleared her throat, her pick now pinched between her fingers.

She chuckled nervously, making a small amused smile creep up your lips as you leaned forward on your desk—now more intrigued.

Hm. This is new.

“Sorry if this is awkward, but um… fuck—sorry, I’ll play.”

There’s a short pause when Ellie leans over, hitting play on her laptop and adjusting the strap of her acoustic before positioning her fingers over the strings.

The familiar intro of “21 Guns” starts playing. From the very first strum, you could tell she had that rhythm. She wasn’t holding herself back—yet also wasn’t playing senselessly.

Unlike the very few others who sent in an audition video where their wrists were stiff and too hyper-focused on getting the song right rather than letting themselves enjoy—Ellie was the exact opposite.

Even though her face wasn’t showing, just with the way her body rocked along as she played almost effortlessly, you could see just how much she loved what she was doing.

When the chorus comes, theres a sudden cut to her now playing an electric guitar, along with her fairy lights in the background now flickering to the beat.

This makes you chuckle in amusement, now nodding along as you sat through the whole video.

When the video ends, you take off your headphones and you sit back.

Well.

You grab your phone from your desk to text Ellie’s contact number.

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Ellie’s leg bounces anxiously as she waits alone in the coffee shop—where the three of you were to meet up. The coffee she ordered wasn’t helping either.

After 10 minutes of her checking the time and biting the inside of her cheek, the sound of the wind chimes by the entrance gets her attention, where she finally spots you and Abby as you both enter the shop.

Ellie stands up abrupty, the screech of her chair pushing back turning some heads, but she was too starstruck to notice, nor care. The sudden noise makes the two of you turn your heads too. Ellie smiled sheepishly before waving you over.

Safe to say Abby approved of her.

Well, both of you did.

Too much so that you had to pinch her side under the table when she kept ogling at the girl. And her also having to remind you of what this meeting was really for.

“You’re making her nervous.” She whispered through gritted teeth as she faked a smile, but her eyes warned. You returned a sarcastic sweet smile before going back to your conversation with Ellie.

From then on, the three of you would meet up after your classes and have small talk just to get to know Ellie more.

By the fifth time meeting up, you and Abby finally decided it was time to bring her to the gig studio you two frequented.

Time to see if you three could really work as a band.

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Ellie rushes to her dorm room, almost stumbling forward as she takes off her shoes.

She’s panting, mind running as she plopped on her bed.

Closing her eyes tightly, Ellie tried to get rid of the thoughts currently running in her mind.

These are your NEW and FIRST bandmates. Please control yourself. Fucking hell, Ellie. You’re weird as fuck. Finding your bandmates hot WHILE playing? C’mon, don’t fuck this up. Are you a pervert?

Ellie groaned as she thought to herself, covering her face in embarassment.

Still, her mind wandered. Because how could Ellie miss it? When Abby’s arms flexed everytime she hit the drums—the sleeveless shirt she was wearing earlier only emphasizing her toned muscles. The way you smirked flirtatiously at Abby and her when it came to your favorite part of each song, and how the flickering lights in the studio somehow made you hotter—whenever you closed your eyes and threw your head back when singing a particularly high note. How you were effortlessly playing the bass while doing so made her even more flustered.

And don’t even get started on how much compliments you two would shower her when you’d get the chance.

With that, Ellie swallowed. The ache she felt far too much for her not to give in now.

With one last sigh, her hand trailed down.

When her fingers finally reach her waistband, she closes her eyes and finally lays her head back before dipping lower.

No one would know anyway.

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“Dun-dun, dun-dun. My lips start to shake.” Abby mumbles, waving the pen around as she scratches off the last lyric she wrote down.

“This might be fake,” You suggested from behind Ellie as you clung onto her, both of you sat in the middle of your bed.

Much to Ellie’s surprise (and to her delight, though she won’t admit), you were quite touchy. So when you asked for her permission the first time to hug her from behind as the three of you brainstormed all of the band “necessities”, she was ultimately surprised. And flustered.

You could tell. Very easily, at that.

Abby had to hold back a chuckle of amusement at how flushed Ellie’s face looked as she nodded.

Ever since then, it basically became routine for you and Ellie.

Did Abby get jealous you were hogging Ellie everytime you guys were at your apartment? Very much. But then again, Abby’s the one who’s always with Ellie at campus. Seems fair enough.

“This-must-be-fake,” Ellie suggested in her own tune, and you repeat it a few times in your mind and nod as Abby jots it down.

“Okay, so after we finish this verse, all we have is the bridge and the post-chorus?” Abby looks up at you both for confirmation.

“Mhm.”

“Yep.”

“How’d you come up with this song anyway? This is the typa shit I’d religiously listen to when I was in highschool.” Abby curiously asked, looking at Ellie.

“You still listen to the songs you used to listen to in highschool.” You teased.

“Exactly.” She agreed before shifting her attention back to Ellie.

“Uh… don’t know, actually. It just came up to me after watching the second Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie.” She sheepishly admitted.

Abby shrugged in acknowledgement as she went back to thinking of what else to add on the last verse. You snickered as your face buried in Ellie’s neck, your hold on her getting slightly tighter, though she figured it was just you being you.

Abby knew very well what you were planning on doing, so the sight only makes her roll her eyes.

“Can we at least finish this verse before you fuck her?” Abby grumbled.

Ellie’s eyes widen. “W-What-“

You click your tounge at Abby’s comment. “I’ll help you,”

You then turn your attention back to Ellie, face still buried in her neck. “Can I?”

It takes her a while to respond, so you reassure. “We don’t have to if you don’t wanna. Just want to reward you for this… little song you wrote. I think this’ll be a hit when it comes out. Don’t you think so, Abby?”

Abby doesn’t even glance up from her notebook, biting the end of her pen as she re-read the lyrics she had already written.

“I’d hope so.”

“Right now?” Ellie croaks out.

“Up to you.”

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“I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby,” Abby sung for example.

You hum in approval. “That’s how the bridge sounds?”

“Yep. I think it would also sound better if Ellie plays that part with a palm mute. Then for the pre-chorus, the beat drops again—then the grain of the guitar, like, fades as the song ends.” The blonde further explained.

“Sounds good! What do you think, Els?” You remove your hand covering her mouth, and she takes a big gasp of air before it’s turning into high-pitched whimpers.

Here she was, spread out and leaning back against your chest as your fingers curled up into her g-spot relentlessly. She had opted to close her legs from the overwhelming pleasure a minute or two ago, but you made Abby sit in between her legs, making it so she couldn’t do so.

Ellie’s grey hoodie was now bunched up above her chest, her jeans and underwear long gone. You freehand is pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipple as your other drilled into her at a pace she didn’t even know was fucking possible.

Ellie couldn’t help but throw her head back, trying her best to hold onto something to try and keep herself grounded. She landed on the plush of your thigh, her back arching as she sobbed out. “P-Please-uhh, fuck!”

Abby closed her notebook along with her pen inside, and she frowns. “You’re wearing her out before I even get a turn.”

You wrap your arm around Ellie’s neck as you re-angle your wrist—making it ache so much more, but the sounds Ellie were making make it so fucking worth it. You had her in some kind of chokehold, not enough to stop her breathing completely, but just right to hold her down and make her feel lightheaded.

“Be patient.” You say to Abby, before turning to Ellie. “Be quiet, baby. Abby’s getting jealous. Can’t let her know I’m making you feel too good now, can we?”

Abby’s eyes land on Ellie’s face, already looking so fucked out. Eyes half-lidded and watery, and her mouth hanging open with no other choice than to let out pants like a pathetic dog.

Without thinking, Abby leans forward to gently cup Ellie’s face, her entire body shaking by the force of your fingers still fucking into her. She slowly comes closer, waiting for Ellie to stop her. When it doesn’t come, Abby’s crashing their lips together.

You continue your rough pace as you laugh mockingly at the way Ellie very clearly struggles to keep up with Abby.

Abby decides to pull away and finally wait her turn. Patiently. She’ll have Ellie to herself after this anyway.

Ellie’s eyes brimmed with overwhelmed tears as she rasped out. “I-I’m—

Can I? Please, can-can I?”

“Can you what?” You ask condescendingly, knowing exactly what she was asking.

“Can I c-cum? Please! Fuck, I can’t—“ She sobs, trying her best to be good and to please you, but your fingers feel too good and you aren’t giving her any permission.

“Hmm.” You hummed cruelly, wanting to drag this out a bit longer.

“Y/N. Take it easy on her.” Abby spoke sternly, already taking pity on Ellie’s current state. Not because she herself was only eager to see Ellie cum.

Not at all.

The blonde gently puts her palm flat against Ellie’s lower abdomen and slowly applies pressure. She looks at you pleadingly.

You roll your eyes. “Cum for me.”

As soon as Ellie gets the confirmation, her cunt is squeezing your fingers, and her cum gushes onto your palm. The feeling of Abby pressing down on her lower abdomen only intensified the feeling of your fingers deep inside her pussy, tears now streaming down her face.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream as her entire body shakes, her brows furrowed like she was in pain, but the desperate rut of her hips against your hand could beg to differ.

When Ellie does manage to get a gasp of air, she’s shakily whimpering from sensitivity.

When she calmed down, you slowly pulls put your fingers, earning a small squeak from her.

You bring your fingers up to your face to taste her. Once you do, you look at Abby, who’s already looking at you expectantly, with a grin. “You lucky bastard.”

You slowly slide Ellie off of you as you get up, making sure she doesn’t fall.

Ellie is now laying on her back as her chest heaved up and down, still recovering from whatever other-worldly shit she just experienced just about a minute ago.

You land two gentle taps on her cheek to check in on her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Ellie nodded, voice a bit hoarse.

Ellie looks down to see Abby’s large hands already smoothing up and down her thighs.

“You aren’t too tired, aren’t you?”

Ellie shook her head. “Mm-mm.”

You smiled at the interaction, knowing that she’s in for a hell of a treat with Abby.

You lean down to kiss Ellie gently as Abby now starts trailing kisses from the back of her knees to the inside of her thighs, gradually lifting them up over her shoulders.

When you pull away, you tuck away a strand of loose hair in Ellie’s face (among many others) with a fond smile.

“Welcome to the band, Ellie.”

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A/N: I finished this half asleep. SORRY I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO POST ANY STORIES LATELY AAAA

I’ve been very very busy and I almost got hit by a bus last week so that’s a new experience

also sorry but I think this’ll be my last smut fic for a while (idk I still might write some other stuff while I’m at it) BECAUSE I just had a dream and I had the brilliant idea to make it into a story cause why not and I find it rlly interesting so I think I’ll be working on that for a while.

That’s all, THANK YEW

taglist: @bookpagecandlescent @raindontpourellie

I couldn’t find the other person that wanted to be tagged, ur tags are probably off :(( sorry

[leclercsluvs]

MV1 | Songs of a Healing Heart | smau

part 2 | masterlist

an: very sorry that it took like close to 3 months for me to finally do this, just got a bit busy with school and internships and life tbh, but i think i might be back soon to a more often posting schedule. hopefully. very sorry this is so late compared to the other part. more to come! like before, don't mind the time stamps too much, they're not important, unless stated otherwise. fc: sabrina carpenter pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader warnings: swearing inspired by: i can do it with a broken heart - taylor swift

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, redbullracing & 2.621.294 others yourusername it's good to see you back where you belong

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maxverstappen1 trying to rub salt in the wound? i didn't win the main race🙁

yourusername but you beat lando🎉 landonorris ???

user1 shes been posting max a lot lately???

user2 and? they're friends??

maxverstappen1

liked by yourusername, landonorris & 1.482.294 others maxverstappen1 unfortunately, we could not go out for qualifying today 🌧 thank you all for sticking with us 🙏 the positive takeaway is our good pace in the sprint. bring on sunday 💪

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yourusername glad to see you back in top 3, i feel like it's been too long

maxverstappen1 how dare you remind me of my winless streak? yourusername you'll get a win soon. i can feel it. charles_leclerc 10 races. 10 winless races. ha.

charles_leclerc also ha, you actually got a penalty, sucker. so i'm actually p3, not you

maxverstappen1 fuck you charles_leclerc please 🤷‍♂️ maxverstappen1 alexandrasaintmleux control your man danielricciardo careful, don't want to get more community service now, do you? maxverstappen1 fuck you too

maxverstappen1

liked by yourusername, jensonbutton & 3.213.392 others maxverstappen1 unbelievable!!!🏆what a roller coaster… SIMPLY LOVELY 🙌 thank you everyone redbullracing

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yourusername congrats! i knew you could do it

maxvertsappen1 i believe you now owe me something 🙃 yourusername i'm aware. and i intend on keeping that promise.

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maxverstappen1 thank you man. appreciate it 💪

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redbullracing SIMPLY LOVELY 🔥

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maxverstappen1 thank you legend 💪

landonorris congrats on the impressive win, as you say "simply lovely" 😉😃

user3 WHAT. A. DRIVE. 🩵

user4 P17 to P1 with almost 20 second lead? max verstappen YOU ARE THE MAN!!!

user5 and no drs either user6 and fastest lap for every lap until the end? he was HUNGRY user4 real, how many times did he do it in a row? like 17 times?

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liked by user1, user4 & 2.381 others gossipaccount seems like max went out to celebrate his win with a blonde woman, any guesses as to who it might be?

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user6 i’m guessing yn. they were both hinting at her owing max something after his win, could be a date?

user7 hmm, it could also be a coincidence? I mean not every blonde woman he hangs out with has to be her. user6 true, however they have been spending lots of time together lately.

user8 i hope it's yn they would be so cute together, and it could just be a friendly get together. not everything has to be romantic.

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liked by alexandrasaintmleux, maxverstappen1 & 3.291.349 others yourusername new little song i wrote for you all. just a little treat before my tour. i hope you like it. music video will be out in a few days. 'on purpose' out everywhere now!

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alexandrasaintmleux new favorite song

yourusername thank queen

maxverstappen1 like it? no.

yourusername rude >:( maxverstappen1 you already know what i think of the song 😶

user9 idc this is my new favorite song, i will shout it from the rooftops!

user10 real like how does she continue to make bangers?

user11 the real popstar

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liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc & 5.429.382 others maxverstappen1 ⭐⭐⭐⭐

four time world champion!!!! the season had a lot of ups and downs, but being able to achive a fourth title is amazing. thank you to all the fans, and thanks to everyone at redbullracing it's been a wild year!

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yourusername can't believe i got to witness it!

maxverstappen1 happy i dragged your lazy ass out? yourusername how dare you? 😓💔

landonorris good number to be fair! congrats mofo!!

danielricciardo congrats mate! on to the fifth?

maxverstappen1 you know it!

(please pretend it says what, not why, i already deleted the pics and i don't want to have to find it again 😭)

[aboutchriss]

Horses of Sydney

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader (we call him Chris in here)

Genre: fluff, crack

Warnings: spiders, like big spiders, the ones that you can find only in Australia, slightly arachnophobia

Author note: I wrote it last night, I don’t know what is this, it just came out after I saw a video on instagram lmao, hope you enjoyed it.

💌 remember! english it's not my first language, please be gentle with me! let me know if there's any mistake(s) 💌

Are you wearing a towel in a hotel lobby? Yes do you have shampoo in my hair? yes do you look weird? probably but there's a reason behind this

"uhm, Miss can i help you?" a voice with a thick australian accent asks

"y-yes, oh my god yes" WHY THE GORGEOUS RECEPTIONIST WHY?

"is there something wrong with your room?" he asks

"no, no the room is perfet it's just that i have a big guest in my room and i can't handle it, not big things like that, i can handle small things, but not that"

"there's condoms of every size on the bed side table miss”

"what? NO, NO. tha-that's not what i mean oh my god; as you can tell i was taking a shower, without my glasses, of course, because who takes showers with their glasses on? my blind ass can't see shit okay? i was washing my hair, music blasting from the shower speakers then boom a giant black-ish thing is on the wall, i thought 'am i losing that much hair?how does my hair ended up there?’ so i put my glasses on to grab it, AND THANKS GOD I DIDN'T DO IT, there was a huge, big, enormous spider in the shower with me, so i grabbed a towel and run here" You say walking back and forth, looking at the man with his stupid fucking glasses, and he's trying not to laugh, the hot dude at the recption is trying not to laugh at you.

"i'm sorry, i'm making such a big deal out of this and i know that big spiders are common in here but...that thing was not a spider...it was but with the dimensions of a horse, i could ride and do a fucking promenade on the beach with it!"

and this bitch is laughing, hands on his stomach, dimples out and eyes closed

"i'm sorry miss, it's the first time that someone describe a spider like this, do you want me to take it off the wall for you?" he asks

"please, i'll do anything, i'll pay an additional, another room please i'm begging you" You say desperate

"okay, okay, let's go, show me the horse...i mean the spider" he says walking out of the recption, with a plastic box

the two of you start walking towards your room, once you're inside you let him go into the bathroom

"oh hello buddy...come here, c'mon here in the little box. we don't look at women without they're consent buddy, especially if they're naked, come here...oooh such a good boy" is he talking to the spider? is he teaching consent to a fucking spider? what the fuck? "and we're done" he said closing the plastic box and walking outide the bathroom

"were you talking to...him?" you ask

"yeah...his not poisonous...just a curious spider...trying to get ladies attention" he says smiling

"thank you really..."

"Christopher, call me christopher" he smiles and once again his dimples are out

"y/n, and thanks again i own you something" you say looking at him

"you don't own me anything...maybe a drink...in the city center? downstaris at 8 p.m?" he asks looking at the spider

"i- damn that was smooth...okay, see you tonight" you say smiling

he opens the door to get out and then he stops

"i prefer light blue panties" he winks at you and get out

“You saw her naked before me, you lucky bastard”

He says to the spider

"what?" you ask your self entering the bathroom and there they are a pair a light pink panties.