#måneskin drabble

[marlenasblog]

Interesting 😏😉💋

𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎; 𝚖å𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗

+ slightly suggestive at times, nothing too bad!

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃

he’s always so passionate when kissing you

even if it’s a small, little peck he’s still able to show all of his love for you in just that one kiss

it’s truly amazing, really

he likes cupping your face in his hands, nose bumping into yours when he tilts his head

he likes it when you run your hands through his hair

or down his chest

Keep reading

[sanakimohara]

“Go Go Dancer +” B.C. +L.M. +S.C. +H.J.

Can you tell I wrote this sleep deprived, worked up, and angry? 🖤 No? Well music will do that to you I guess.. 🖤 Enjoy this Drabble…

[ MDNI ]

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Dancing to these songs with Chan, Changbin, Jisung, and Minho after drinking all night with them. 

They don't know what to do with you, are too drunk to stop you from going wild, and are in awe of how you move so effortlessly with alcohol drowning your veins. You go from one man to the next, flirting with them as giggles bubble in your chest, and your confidence grows when they get handsy with you. 

Chan is the first to have you, swaying his hips in rhythm with yours as he hugs you from behind. 

You're all smiley when he wraps a hand around your throat, tilting your head to look at him, "You're acting like a slut…you know that right, baby girl?" His voice is low, almost drowned out by the music, but you hear him clearly. 

"So what if I am Channie. You seem to like it," you respond cockily, biting your bottom lip to keep from kissing him as his grip on your neck tightens. His amber-brown eyes darken at the sight, and you hum triumphantly, feeling his clothed cock twitch against the curve of your ass.

"I love it, actually," he corrects you with a heavy breath, slowly losing his mind as you reach behind to drag a hand through his soft hair. "Mmm, I can tell, daddy…." You mumble matter-of-factly, smirking as he groans at the familiar title falling from your glossy lips. Just to fan the flames of his leering restraint, you sighed a soft moan out in return.

Chan swore he saw red as the heavenly sound hit his ears, but he didn't get to enjoy it long as Minho stole you away.

"My turn…" he cooed at the older, smirking as he held your hands in his and pulled you straight into his chest. You laughed loudly as the world spun for a second, "Shit, Min…. you're getting me all dizzyyy!…" you whine playfully, wrapping your arms around his neck while he encircled your waist.

"Like you care," he chuckled as you pressed closer to him. He was right; you were too far gone to care, and the longer you two grind onto each other, the less gravity seems to matter to you. Minho is incredibly fluid with his movements, entirely in control of your hips and practically letting you ride his thigh for everyone to see.

Everyone was the three other members who were either watching you with hungry eyes or pouring themselves another drink while doing so.

They all knew you could be….' messy,' but this was another provocative level.

They loved it.

You didn't care what you looked like to them at this point, body buzzing with energy from an obscene amount of spirits, and your throat for physical touch rising dangerously high in their company.

How could anyone think straight, grinding on Minho's thigh? What could a girl like you do when her cunt was already slick and begging to be touched?

Ignore them? Act as if they weren't there for your comfort?

No….that just wasn't right.

Every single one of them knew what they wanted from you. Their role in your satisfaction was purely transactional for the time being, and they were keeping you from going to waste.

Minho was caught in a trance, watching your lips mouth the words to the song and your eyes sliding shut in bliss as he squeezed your ass. "Chan hyung was right….you turn into a real whore fast.."

"I can be one all the time if you pay me.." you snap back with a sultry smile, unable to hear him respond before a soft hand snakes around your waistline and drags you into another warm chest. 

Jisung's, to be exact.

"Hi, pretty girl," he muses in your ear, licking his lips as you reach for his hands and trail them up your sides. "Hi, pretty boy," you tease him back, turning to peck his lips once, then twice. Jisung whines at the sudden affection, gaze softening as you stare into his eyes, dazed out of your mind. He'd forgotten to breathe for a second, losing his own train of thought as you hooked two fingers under his belt to drag him closer for another quick kiss.

"Ah fuck," he groaned into your mouth, eyes slightly rolling as you traced your middle finger up the entire length of his dick imprint. Jisung was painfully hard, almost as needy as you, when a drop of alcohol entered his system, and you found it cute.

"Awe, Hannie…should I help you out, hm?" You taunted him, palming his cock shamelessly and achieving your goal of flustering him in front of the others. He nodded slowly, starting to pant as you giggled and narrowed your eyes at his pleasured expressions.

He always looked so cute begging…

Fortunately for him, Changbin stepped in just before you could make him come right where he stood.

"Noooo… Binnie, I was havin' so much fun with Hannie!" You whine as the older male plucks you from the ground with one arm around your waist. The drink he poured himself a moment ago is still in his free hand, and by the time he settles on the couch with you on his lap facing him, the liquor in his glass is gone with one gulp.

"I wanted a shot too!" You pout at his lack of sharing, and he smiles in return. "I'll pour another one then…" Changbin obliges you, sitting up and leaning forward to reach behind you. His large body engulfs your smaller one even while sitting in his lap. It's a mesmerizing comparison, and you get wetter from the realization.

He could fuck you onto his cock all night and never break a sweat…

You suspected that experience wasn't too far away from happening as he rested his chin on your exposed shoulder while pouring your drink.

Changbin took his time, enjoying the way you squirmed in his embrace to try and bounce to the beat of the music innocently and acting as if his erection wasn't brushing your inner thigh.

"Here we go," he announced, sitting back slightly to hand you his refilled glass, and you reached for it without hesitation. Changbin avoided your gesture, staring you down intensely as he clarified his action, "I never said it was yours, baby."

“….Binnie pleaseeee!…”

"Please, what?.."

You huffed, starry eyes glossing over with desperation as you begged him, "Please let me have the drink…"

Changbin studied your expression briefly, smirking unapologetically as a blush flushed your cheeks and your brows knitted together in frustration.

How could he say no to you?…

"Since you asked so nicely," he gave in to you, but instead of handing you the glass, he downed the drink himself. You were seconds from leaving his lap and storming over to one of the other members but scrapped that planned tantrum as he brought you in for a heated kiss.

Changbin held the back of your neck firmly, his other hand resting under your chin as he let the liquor in his mouth seep onto your tongue. You moaned gratefully, and the bitter taste flooded your throat, his tongue continuing to play with yours as he dropped the hand on your chin to grip your thigh and shift your lower half directly against his.

You smiled at the friction, eyes rolling the sloppier the kiss became, and your hands traveling over the expanse of chest. Changbin groaned every time your nails dug through his tight white shirt, switching to tug at his dark hair as you broke away from the kiss to breathe.

Everything was blurry for a moment. You could hear the members laughing, speaking to each other about you, but you had no control of your five senses anymore.

All except touch.

You felt them as clearly as cold rain hitting your skin in the early morning. Their hands rain your body, stripping you down bare and playing with your most intimate areas.

The burning stretch of each of their cocks sank into for what felt like hours upon hours.

That distinctive sticky residue of their cum glossing your skin in a relentless cycle…

Every breath, moan, and whisper they let out while using your body for all it's worth.

You could feel it all….

And you regret none of it the following day.

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I’m going to bed now….🖤

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

I couldn’t find an edit with the hyung line and JISUNG I’m sorry but this’ll just have to do cause I’m tirrreeeddd… 🖤 credit to the creator 🖤

[gluion]

the perfect pair ➵ masterlist

esports player!kim sunwoo x esports player!reader

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

general genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slow burn, slight angst, crack, fake relationships (you two pretend to be friends) sexual tension, smut aka porn with plot (just know sunwoo whines), esports team au specifically during valorant champions tour, misogynistic & sexist remarks and behaviors, drinking, pet names, bets are made, a lot of gamer lingo, one bed trope™, also probably wrong format and flow of vct but who gaf!

word count ➵ currently 10.5k words, expected to be 20-40k (sorry i cant help it + vct is pretty long)

playlist ➵ yuck by charli xcx // stop talking by day6 // constant repeat by charli xcx // happier than ever by billie eilish // take a hint by victoria justice & elizabeth gillies // jealous by nick jonas // useless by omar apollo // somebody else by the 1975 // and july by dean fy. heize // talk by beabadoobee // teeth by 5sos // motive by ariana grande ft. doja cat // i wanna be your slave by måneskin // cologne by beabadoobee // a little death by the neighbourhood // the perfect pair by beabadoobee // babydoll by dominic fike // bet u wanna by sabrina carpenter// not in the same way by 5sos // just friends by keshi // sugar by men i trust // disaster by conan grey // shouldn’t couldn’t wouldn’t by niki // it’s you by zayn // die for you by the weeknd ft. ariana grande // flash forward by le sserafim // plot twist by niki

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu @tbzhub @stealanity @wooluv09 @deobi0412 @untilsunset @hiefisch @blue-rainydays @maessseongs @wonuroyal @sunkitti

a/n ➵ i made this masterlist post because i dont think tumblr will be able to handle all the parts i need to pump out :’) my headcanon of sunwoo being a shit gamer will forever live, but i’ll make an exception for this story <3 major shoutout to @shegotthewoobies for guiding me throughout the process <3 lots of love always to my val duo for life! do reblog and leave feedback!

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

guides

➵ the guide: “welcome to valorant.”

your official guide to “the perfect pair” universe, from gaming lingo all the way to vct timeline

➵ the players: “wáchale güey, my crew is coming through.”

your official guide to the main characters of “the perfect pair” universe

official parts

➵ one: “ew, is that sunwoo over there? 저리 꺼져.”

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

➵ two: “okay kids, we’ve got company. pretend you all get along.”

➵ three: “sunwoo, we are the perfect pair.”

extras/drabbles

number and names of chapters are subject to change!

[cacoetheswriting]

a best friend eddie story + collection of drabbles

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader total word count: 31k tags/content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities, recreational drug use, topics of death / grief — pls also read cw's for each part & if i missed anything, let me know!

summary: a story about two kids trying to navigate through love and loss, inevitable goodbyes, various reunions, friendships and hardships, joy, heartbreak, plus surviving the upside down - all to the sound of Janis Joplin's Pearl.

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely, if at all, in the story.

1980

⪼ your first conversation with eddie (october)

1984

⪼ eddie realises he might like you as more than a friend (march)

⪼ eddie comes to terms with his feelings, pushing you away in the process (may/june)

⪼ last moment with eddie before you leave for college (august)

⪼ eddie & reader catch up on the phone (september)

⪼ a kiss, a fight, & the end of a friendship? (november / december)

⪼ the letters (november / december)

1985

⪼ a rather dramatic reunion, after months of not speaking (june / july)

⪼ eddie & reader try to navigate through their feelings (october)

⪼ can celebrating nye together lead to a kiss at midnight? eddie for sure hopes that it can (december)

1986

⪼ valentine’s day

⪼ eddie and the end of the world (march)

⪼ apologies, confessions, and plans for the future (may)

⪼ the start of something new (august)

a/n: the following are some songs i think they fit perfectly with their story, so i wanted to share them with you.

janis joplin - me and bobby mcgee | conan gray - the exit | dolly parton - i will always love you | the weekend - die for you | måneskin - the loneliest | kate bush - oh to be in love | u2 - sunday bloody sunday | red hot chilli peppers - eddie | ethel cain - sun bleached files | leonard cohen - hallelujah | boston - more than a feeling | taylor swift ft. bon iver - exile | red box - why so few | milky chance - frequency of love | janis joplin - cry baby

main masterlist

[kissporsche]

happy vp day beloved vp nation 💕

i'm stealing @lu-sn's idea and posting a previously unposted drabble challenge for the occasion, although this one was slightly different! we shuffled our Spotify 2023 wrapped playlists and wrote a longer ficlet based on one of the songs (as usual @magicaldreamfox1 already posted hers here!)

my song was Gossip by Måneskin

“Back again, little Pete?” 

Pete can’t help but sigh, wondering again why he lets his agent talk him into visiting this club, and waves away the offered drink. 

“No, thanks.” 

“Oh, come on, Pete. You’re no better than the rest of us.” 

There was the acid he had come to expect. He turns to see Vegas lounging against the bar, dripping in his usual designer, nothing but plastic arrogance on his face. Pete feels an unreasonable surge of annoyance at the wasted night and Vegas’s incessant needling. 

“Maybe I'm just better than you,“ he responds, before he can think better of it. 

“You don’t know me.” Vegas snaps, looking sour. It sends a small thrill through Pete to have cut through his mask. 

“Everyone knows you, Vegas.” It wasn’t a lie, the tabloids delighted in spreading his sordid life over their glossy pages. Pete’s first-hand experience only amounted to a handful of run-ins, and his barbed comments at Pete’s expense. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t read so much gossip.” Vegas replies coldly. Then he catches sight of something over Pete’s shoulder, and in the blink of an eye his expression turns from stormy to sultry. He rests one hand on Pete’s and leans in close, so close Pete can feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. For all his sins, Vegas is unfairly handsome, and Pete momentarily forgets how to breathe as he thinks for one dizzying second he’s about to be kissed.

A bright flash cuts through the moody dark of the club, and the moment. 

Pete dazedly watches the photographer be removed by security, but reality crashes back in fast. He whips around to face Vegas again, who only shrugs, posture back to practised disinterest. 

“You might not like it so much when you’re on the receiving end.”

[shinestarhwaa]

Okay idk what your guidelines are but I just read a drabble with wooyoung where it's the readers first time and omg, he would be so caring and just so hot!!

'You're so sensitive for me baby, I can't wait to hear what pretty noises you make for me'

ASFHVNNFYHBKKJB 😱😱

Pls I have a thing for first time smuts and now I'm gonna make a Wooyoung one. SCREAMS. Thank you for the request <3 :)

FEEL / J.WY

I'm about to make you feel

Genre: Smut

Pairing: bestfriend!Wooyoung x reader

Word count: 1.6k

TW: Loss of virginity, alcohol (getting tipsy), Mild hairpulling (Woo receiving), cunnilingus&fingering, dirty talk, protected sex

ENJOY!

It wasn't news to Wooyoung that you were a virgin. You have been friends for more than 8 years, you knew each other in and out. Even when you had a 6 month-relationship with a guy, you had told him you weren't ready to be intimate. Sure, he was gorgeous, sure, he was sweet, but you weren't too comfortable with him. You were much more comfortable with Wooyoung than with your now ex. You were always better with each other.

Tonight felt different, though. You threw a party in your apartment since tomorrow would be your birthday. The apartment was way too small for the amount of people in it. It was filled with hot sweaty bodies dancing on the sexy reggaeton that was bouncing from your speakers.

Everyone was feeling a little tipsy after countless shots and mixed drinks. So tipsy you started to dance with Wooyoung. He smiled and took your hand to pull you closer. You felt your heart beat faster.

'Blue jeans and leather, never looked that hot before'

Your hands ran over his chest, feeling the soft silky material of his half-buttoned blouse, giving you a perfect view of his chest, glittery with sweat. Wooyoung looked so fine. He had never looked this fine before.

You danced the night away with Wooyoung, barely speaking a word. At some moments you had to say goodbye to a few guests leaving, but other than that your attention was all over him.

'I know what you want, I know what you need'

Suddenly he looked 10 times more beautiful than he already was. His smirk grew when you turned around, laid your arm in his neck and started grinding your ass against him.

He groaned softly in your ear and put his hands on your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh. Your low waisted pants revealed your hip tattoo, absolutely driving him wild. ''Lord, have mercy,'' he muttered under his breath.

Wooyoung realized this wasn't the best idea, perhaps, dirty dancing with his best friend, who was also a virgin. But in the moment, he couldn't care less actually.

By the time all the people left it was 3am. His hands were still on your hips as you danced against him. He spun you around and caressed your cheek, surprising you.

"Wooyoung?"

"Yes, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, sounding so sweetly. It made your knees go weak. It never had before, you wondered what changed. It might be just the feeling, the tension in the air this night. But it felt right.

"I want you to have sex with me"

Wooyoungs eyes doubled in size. He was surprised to say the least. "Sex? But... Y/N, you're..."

"I know, Woo, but I don't wanna be a 22 year old virgin and I just... I want you. I want you so bad..." you moaned against his ear. You felt so needy you didn't care how pathetic you looked.

"You're 100% sure? You are not drunk?"

"Not drunk, just need your cock, Woo, please, I trust you... I want you,'' you begged him.

Wooyoung felt all the blood rush from his brain down to his dick. His leather pants tightened and he licked his lips. ''You're 100% sure? And isn't it technically already your birthday right now?''

''I was born in the afternoon, technically I am still 21,'' you shrugged. Wooyoung laughed and took your hand. ''Let's get started then hm?''

You took him to your bedroom, dimming the lights romantically and putting on some sexy slow music. He smirked. ''You know what you want, don't you?'' ''I'm horny but it's still my first time, I want it to be memorable.'' Wooyoung smirked. ''I'll make sure of that princess,'' he smiled.

Gently he put his lips on yours, making you literally weak at the knees instantly. You kissed him back, while trying to take off both your pants. You were a little clumsy, causing Wooyoung to giggle during the kiss. He broke off the kiss and helped you and himself out your pants.

He gasped when you took off your top, revealing your bare chest. He licked his lips and unbuttoned his blouse, letting it fall off his shoulders. He gently laid you down on the bed and stroked your cheek. ''You look wonderful, beautiful, Y/N, you know that?''

His compliment and his kissing across your neck and tits made you blush. Your breathing got heavier when he took his tongue over your breasts and stomach, making your skin go all tingly.

''You're so sensitive for me baby, I can't wait to hear what pretty noises you make for me,'' Wooyoung smirked when he saw the goosebumps all over your skin.

His tongue arrived on your wet pussy, lapping your wetness up, making you gasp loudly. He smirked as he licked your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you arch your back. ''Wooyoung,'' you moaned out.

He flicked his tongue against your clit over and over. You ran your hands through his gorgeously soft hair, pulling it roughly as he started sucking it. He groaned against your pussy and entered your hole with two fingers.

You moaned out and pulled his hair again when he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt at a rapid pace, hitting all your sweet spots.

His tongue never left your clit, making you feel your climax coming up. ''Woo, oh god, Wooyoung!'' you moaned. ''Yeah, baby come on, cum for me, cum for me,'' he panted against your clit, sucking on it harshly.

You moaned and moaned louder with every thrust of his fingers. Wooyoung's sensual groans send you over the edge, coming on his fingers and his lips.

He slowly rode out your orgasm and then licked off his fingers. ''You taste so good, babygirl,'' he smirked. You panted softly and licked your lips at the sight of him taking off his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

His gorgeous veiny dick had a perfect size, he was around average in length, but definitely on the thicker size. It made your mouth water just looking at it. Why haven't you done this before?

''Do you have a condom?'' he asked sweetly, stroking your hair, snapping you back to reality. ''Shouldn't I help you out?'' you asked, looking at the precum dripping off the head of his dick. You could not look away from it.

''You know, we have plenty of time for that, but I wanna take care of you first,'' he spoke, kissing your neck. ''Top drawer,'' you moaned out softly.

He reached to your nightstand, pulling a condom and a bottle of lube out of it. He smiled, ''You really are always prepared, aren't you?''

''Well of course, you never know when your best friend is gonna fuck you,'' you grinned as you fixed your hair and laid comfortably against the pillows.

Wooyoung ripped the condom package with his teeth and pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom over his length, and squirted some lube on him as well. He hovered above you and spread your legs.

''I wanna make sure you're not in too much pain, but you know, it might hurt and-''

You shut him up with a kiss and you smiled. ''Wooyoung, please take me, I need you, I want you,'' you begged. He grinned. ''Okay, okay, no need to beg, sweetheart, I'll take perfect care of you.''

''I'm gonna make you feel... so good.''

The male entered you, pushing his thick cock deep inside you, a sharp pain running through your body, causing you to whine out. Wooyoung stilled for a second, and held you close to his body. ''Relax, take deep breaths,'' he whispered.

You nodded and did as he said, taking deep breaths while you ran your hands over his back. After a minute or two you were well adjusted to his size and the pain started to fade away.

He slowly moved his cock in and out of your wet squelching hole, and smirked at the sound. ''Fuck, Y/N, you are doing so well for me baby, so wet for my cock,'' he groaned.

When you started to moan, he picked up his pace. He grabbed your thighs and held you in place as he started to fuck you deeply.

''Wooyoung! O-oh god, yes, fuck,'' you moaned as he held you tight, his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he fucked you deeply. He nestled his face in your neck as he moaned out your name.

Your hands slowly slid from his back to his ass to grope it, and then back up towards his hair, pulling it softly again.

He moaned louder and started fucking you harder and you swore he made you see stars when you felt your climax building up inside you once again.

You moaned louder and breathed heavily, ''I'm gonna cum, Woo!''

''Yes, please, cum on my cock, princess, please,'' he groaned as he felt his orgasm building up as well.

It didn't take long for you to come undone around him, body shaking in pleasure. He moaned and picked up his pace, only three more thrusts in your wet pussy got him over the edge, spilling inside the condom.

He slowed down and rode out your orgasms, then took off his condom, threw it away and laid back down with you, pulling you close. You panted and rested your head on his chest. ''Wow...'' you whispered.

''Was that okay? Are you in pain?'' Wooyoung asked worriedly. You smiled and nodded, ''Definitely okay, I don't mind the pain, I'll survive. Periods hurt more.'' He grinned at you, it made his heart warm.

''We should do this again, you know, I'll teach you how to suck dick.'' Wooyoung suggested. ''Right, for educational purposes only,'' you laughed.

''Ofcourse, educational purposes only.'' Wooyoung winked.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

My Kinktober requests are officially open!

Accepted Fandoms:

You can request from the following fandoms (or any specific characters within them):

Criminal Minds

The Last of Us

Gladiator 2

Slashers (Please note: I'll be writing for general character archetypes, like Ghostface, rather than specific versions from particular films)

Pedro Pascal (Any of his characters are welcome)

Måneskin

How to Request:

Simply send an ask to my inbox under Ask Away and include the details of what you’d like to see!

What Can You Request?

Smut is preferred, but I’m open to anything—whether it’s fluff, angst, or something darker. I only write F/M or F/F pairings, but threesomes or group scenarios are allowed. However, I won’t write explicit M/M content.

Important Note: I don’t write for things that aren’t human (like werewolves in full wolf form) or include body fluids such as piss or poop.

Feel free to include one or more of the following emojis in your request to indicate specific themes or tones you'd like to see:

🕊️ Dead Dove/Do Not Eat (Dark Level A Million): We’re going all-in—non-con, murder, gore, and the messiest, most explicit stuff you can imagine. This one’s not for the faint of heart.

🖤 Dark Level 1: Just a sprinkle of fear. Maybe they’re dressing up as Jason Voorhees, and you’re getting down and dirty while there’s a knife on the table.

😈 Dark Level 2: Dub-con vibes—someone’s asleep, someone’s stalking, and there’s some serious setup behind the scenes. It’s edgy, but it’s hot.

⛓️ Chains: It’s all about bondage and toys. You’re tied up, maybe gagged, and they’re playing with all the good stuff.

😡 Meanie: You’re gonna hear it—degradation at its finest. You’ll be told exactly what a mess you are, and you’ll like it.

💕 Softly: They’re whispering sweet nothings while tearing you apart—praise is thrown in there, soft and sexy, to keep things warm.

🩹 Bandaid: All the rough stuff, but they’ll patch you up after. You’re getting the aftercare you deserve.

🎥 Film: There’s a camera rolling, or maybe it’s mirrors all around. Either way, you’re watching, and they’re putting on a show.

🕸️ Spiderweb: You’re caught in their trap, and there’s no getting out. Power plays, manipulation, the works—you’re stuck, and it’s thrilling.

🎃 Pumpkin Spice: Sweet with just the right amount of spice. It’s cozy, but you know it’s going to get hotter with all that teasing.

💀 Skull & Bones: You want rough? You’ll get rough. It’s primal, dirty, and no one’s holding back. Think teeth, nails, and animal instincts.

🌕 Full Moon: Full-on beast mode. They’re losing control, and you’re gonna feel every bit of that wild energy—think wolves in heat.

🩸 Blood Drops: Blood play, baby. It’s messy, it’s hot, and the sight of red just makes it all the more intense.

🔪 Blade's Edge: Life or death, baby. Whether there’s a real threat or just the feeling of one, it’s dangerous, thrilling, and sharp as a knife.

Note: All requests will be drabbles unless I feel they deserve more depth, in which case they may be expanded. These will be released alongside my other Kinktober posts, with the exact release dates to be determined.

Send your requests and get ready for some spooky, steamy fun! (Follow the tag #🍿sinfulkinktober to follow along with all kinktober updates and fics)

{@multiversed-daydreamer @gothcsz I told you guys something was coming 😘 yes there's more....}

[napollya-inspiration]

46 for the spotify wrapped drabble game? <3

#46 on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped is THE LONELIEST by Måneskin (I'm so sorry you got like the most depressing song, I hope you like angst, Ely)

(send me a number between 1-100 and I'll write a drabble about the corresponding song on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped)

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It had been seven months. Illya is startled when he realizes that. Seven months since he’d been forced to leave UNCLE. Seven months since Waverly had apologized profoundly but not been able to change anything.

Seven months since he’d seen Napoleon. It’s an abstract realization as he holds the note in his trembling fingers. He hadn’t even noticed how time had flown by. It feels foolish now, to not have noticed but it was like he hadn’t really been present for it until now. Now, when he feels his consciousness suddenly snap back into his body.

Napoleon ran.

His brain is slow to process the news, unmistakably scribbled in their own secret cypher.

Suddenly he hears a bang from upstairs. An undeniably American curse. Illya races up the flight of stairs, shocked at how he can hear his heart pounding in his chest all of a sudden. I’m alive, he thinks, startled.

“Cowboy!” He calls out.

“Peril.” He recognizes the word, spoken like this. Almost a groan of pain rather than a word.

“Loving your work,” he assesses as he sees the broken window. Napoleon of all people should have found a better way in. Starting with the front door he could’ve knocked on.

“Thanks. They are following me. I don’t have much time. I- I’m sorry I came here in the first place, I suppose.” Napoleon sits up and Illya realizes how tired and bruised he looks. The note must have taken awhile to get to him. They’re gonna catch up to him - CIA. KGB. Whoever else he’d managed to piss off.

He must know that from the look on his face.

“Is okay,” Illya says kneeling next to him. Napoleon had sat up but remains there, breathing heavily still.

“Couldn’t do it anymore. CIA. Not worth it,” Napoleon explains. “Just- wanted to be here. Before it happens.”

“You’re not gonna die,” Illya scoffs. “Too stubborn for that.”

Napoleon huffs out a laugh and then flinches. A broken rib, Illya suspects. “We all have to go sometime, Peril.”

Cold fear grips Illya’s heart. Yes, he hadn’t seen his partner in seven months but he’d known he was alive. Desk duty, they’d told Illya. Safe. Away from the action.

“No, no, no,” he says, hands starting to dart across Napoleon’s body in practiced motions, searching for injuries he’s missed.

“Is okay. Just wanted to be here,” Napoleon repeats and Illya is starting to get honestly scared now. This isn’t the Napoleon he remembers. “Did you get my letter?”

Illya nods, fingers curling into Napoleon’s clothes like holding onto him physically is going to make a difference.

“Yes. Just now.”

“Good. Good. It has everything you need to know. What I want you to do with my things. Access to my bank accounts. Should you ever need to- if you ever-“

Illya’s resolve hardens. He’s not going to let Napoleon be this selfish. “Not gonna let you be caught, Cowboy. You knew this. Is why you came, no?” His English is almost out of practice, his past couple missions having taken place on Russian soil. He knows his words are harsh but he feels like it too.

Napoleon gives him a little smile and there’s just a glimpse of the Napoleon he used to know. Always a grin to cover up what he was feeling.

“That would be nice, huh? If I had just scared you a little. Best laid plans and all that.” Napoleon drags in a ragged breath and Illya wonders if the rib has injured his lung. “But no. That’s not why. There’s one more thing-“ He pulls Illya closer by his collar. He expects Napoleon to whisper something into his ear, another secret for him to safeguard. Instead, Napoleon tips his head up and presses their lips together in a tender kiss.

“Couldn’t live without ever having done that,” he confesses. “And now it doesn’t matter if you hate me for it.”

Illya lets out a shuddered breath, his forehead falling against Napoleon’s. “CIA must have been bad for you. If you really thing you’re not still the oxygen I breathe.”

He can feel Napoleon’s grip tighten on his collar.

“Don’t say that. Might go to my head,” he says quietly.

“Have to keep running for that to happen,” Illya points out.

Napoleon is quiet for a moment, leaning back and searching for the truth in Illya’s eyes.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” Napoleon says.

“Don’t hear you asking,” Illya replies. Like he cares about anything but following Napoleon, even if it’s into his grave.

Napoleon actually tears up a little. “That’s not- that’s not how I thought this would go,” he confesses quietly, hand finding Illya’s cheek. “In case- in case this doesn’t go our way. Don’t be sad when I’m gone. I just hope you know…” Napoleon swallows and Illya’s chest constricts. “I loved you so.” The tenderness in his voice almost breaks Illya. This isn’t the end. It cannot be.

“Wait here, let me grab some stuff.” Illya says and jumps to his feet, racing down the stairs. He has a bag packed, of course. Just in case. He also grabs as many guns and ammunition as he can reasonably carry plus some for Napoleon.

He storms past Napoleon’s letter on his kitchen table, up the stairs again only to find nothing but a small puddle of blood where Napoleon had been.

[resident-gay-bitch]

bro, i was just listening to metallica’s seek and destroy on the drive home from work and a tinsy little thought popped into my head and now my brain in invaded by the absolute brilliant idea of the marauders band au.

like, here:

sirius: he’s lead like hetfeild on vocals and guitar - desired by men and women alike - much like damino from måneskin - he’s the heartthrob

remus: lead guitar - also desired by men and women alike but he’s more quiet and reserved - but he playes with heart and soul and i’m getting thomas from måneskin vibes - he’s the mysterious one

james: he’s the drummer because he’s got the muscle for it - also desired by men and women alike obviously but he’s only got eyes for one - litteraly puts his heart and sole into hitting those drums and breaks so many goddamned sticks it’s a wonder how he doesn’t run out - he’s the odd one out too, he’s a little rat if fucking sunshine and everyone finds him adorable

lily: she’s on bass and it’s major vic from måneskin vibes - everyone wants her but she just looks at the ladies - she’s also very close with remus and all the super hetero followers believe they’re doing it but they most certainly are not - she looks like the craziest one of all of them but in reality she has the clearest head.

i’m picturing they’re a metal band too, and they also drabble in punk rock and similar genres. they always match outfits and involve the crowd in the coolest ways. sirius’s idol is freddie, so he pays ode to him most concerts. remus extremely admires bowie so they have a bunch of covers of his songs and sometimes come out with red and blue lighting incoperated into their fits.

there is major tension between sirius and remus on stage. often remus does backup vocals so they’ll lean into the same microphone and be so close there’s no hetero explanation for it (like the arctic monkeys video- you know the one), and when remus is soloing and sirius is doing rhythm during the instrumental, remus will be like pushing against his guitar with his pelvis and sirius will walk up and do the same and it’s just so gay.

lily will get down in the crowd, crowd surf and run around the stage like she’s on crack and the audience loves it. shell also get up in all of their spaces, she’ll come play behind james, bump hips with sirius, and play back to back with remus - but she goes to remus the most. she also has a tendency to smash her guitars every so often at the end of a show (but don’t worry, it’s only if they’re already damaged from excessive use and being tossed around by roadies and shit).

james, oh sweet james. he always has a big smile and wave for the crowd and will stand up at his kit sometimes - he’ll play into the hot muscle man thing he has going and will skull water and let it drip down his front and he’ll wink at the crowd (but only the band knows he’s doing it in an attempt to impress and fluster regulus who is either side stage or watching live at home) (it works every time). he also goes a little crazy and gets too much inspiration from tommy lee.

and yes, after a big show in vagas, they all woke up with wedding rings on their fingers and they have no idea who married who.

AHHH i have so many wips but i wanna write it so baddddddddd!

[gust-jar-simulator]

See, I told myself I was going to write 100 word drabbles. The problem is some of the prompts are really fun.

Prompt: Wild, I Wanna Be Your Slave by Måneskin

•🦁•

Wild doesn't change his armor as much as he probably could. The slate is full of options- masculine, feminine, Korok leaves and Zora gorgets. Perhaps even more strangely, apparently his blue shirt isn't a knight's uniform.

“It’s not like we’ve got an army now, anyway,” he offers as everyone sidles close to the cookpot. “Nobody recognizes the Champion’s tunic. Zel- Flora made it though, embroidery and everything.” He grins, taps the stylized white sword, all but preening for her as they make impressed noises.

“But you were a knight,” Wars cuts in, eyeing the slate. “Did you have actual armor, or Time’s pajamas?”

They all ignore Time’s laughing protest, and the way he jostles Wars in retaliation.

Wild makes a few cutting comments about the armor being worthless and tosses a pauldron Four’s way, who promptly makes an irate noise like a teakettle and starts manhandling it like a disappointed grandma, tsking at the bluing of the steel.

It’s easier than pulling out the fancy silks of the royal guard, and funnier, so he leaves that particular demon only half answered. His brain gets… strange, around Hyrule’s blue and red. Slippery. Cold. Unfamiliar.

Best not.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

AAAAAAAA IF YOU MADE MÅNESKIN THEMED STUCKY DRABBLE OR FIC I WOULD PASS AWAY I ADORE THEM (Coraline is SO Stucky)

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I have so many fucking ideas for them that are song related, you don't understand 😫😫 I wish all I had to do all day, every day was write but even then, I don't think I would get to every idea I have!

Måneskin, though, I just--

Brought you some roses, you didn't take them So I shed a tear Pouring some champagne over your panties So that we can cheer Counting the hours, counting the seconds 'Till I can feel your bones There is a diamond on your pillow When you're coming home Alone, I've been waiting So long, it's true Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you Forever and ever and ever Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you Forever and ever and ever I was dancing in your shoes When I read your diary to Try to get inside of you Put on your lipstick, show me your kinks I'm not afraid of them Show me the lovin', the lovin', the lovin' That you'll never give to a man I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero But I can be your toy I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow When you're looking for the joy Alone, I've been waiting So long, it's true Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you Forever and ever and ever Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you Forever and ever and ever I was dancing in your shoes When I read your diary to Try to get inside of you Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby? A little bit of love Alone, in the shower Using my left hand so it feels like you So please, I'm begging To feel something new Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you Forever and ever and ever Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you Forever and ever and ever I was dancing in your shoes When I read your diary to Try to get inside of you

This just fucking screams roommate, best friend, pining-to-be-lovers Bucky to me.

Bucky plays it cool, but when Steve's out of the house, he can't help himself. He lets loose and indulges his yearning.

He snatches a pair of Steve's underwear from the laundry, it's his turn to do it, and imagines what they might smell like if they weren't freshly washes, how they might look if they were stained, how they would strain across Steve's crotch and turn dark, wetted with pre-cum like spilled champagne.

Further, feeling his bones, he imagines pressing himself all up against Steve's skinny frame, using one hand to encircle both of his wrists, pinning him down to his mattress.

His feet don't fit in Steve's shoes on account of their size difference, but that doesn't stop him from cramming his feet into them and dancing (stumbling really) to Steve's favorite songs when he's alone in their house just to sate the urge to take Steve out on the town and dance with him in front of god and everyone.

Spraying Steve's cologne on his own neck, across his own pillow, just to pretend Steve was there--that close to him.

Not reading Steve's diary, but close enough, carefully sliding his sketchbooks out from where he stashes them to flip through the pages and see what his little artist has been up to. He spends as long as he can admiring the drawings but always carefully places them exactly back where they were so he doesn't suspect a thing.

And, of course, Bucky using his alone time to drag out his jerk off sessions, fantasizing about all the things he could do with Steve, all the things he doesn't know about him but wants to. It's always the quiet ones that have the most kinks, and he's dying to know what Steve doesn't say.

Ugh. It would be so good.

And Coraline, too!! Yes!

[shittylongcatposts]

Why is it no surprise that into the unknown was your first song?! 🤣 Damn @mrs-han !!! Everytime i see or hear this title i just have to think of chu

Thanks for the tag mellon! 🍉

1. Supermodel- Måneskin

2. Darker Still- Parkway Drive

3. Wild Child - Black keys (i'm still thinking about going to their concert

9. Tell me- Clive from accounts

4. Sparrow - Simon and Garfunkel (a super old one but it's cute and soft)

5. White Buffalo- Crown Lands

6. Wicked Game- Corey Taylor (best cover ever)

7. A Hunger in your Haunt - Biffy Clyro

8. Joker and the Thief - Wolfmother

10. This is a special one that will now always make me cry. So when i was in florence in october and i usually sat down on a bridge across from ponte vecchio at night, so i could see the Lights dance on the arno River and then there was a guy playing the violin and he started playing Pepas and i just .. felt good so good and free that i started crying.

Anyways this was fun... Let's see i'll tag @space-kitten-606 @lisbellagesundheit @jafndaegur @mystikalini @anon-drabble @edgelord-saeran

Tag game

Rules: list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same

Tagged By @violetwinters, Thank you for tagging me 🌸🌸

1. Come To Brazil  - Why Don’t We 

2. Blue Hour - TXT 

3. Candy - Doja Cat 

4. Miracle -  Wayv 

5. Heart Of Fire- Black Veil Brides

6. Besitos - Peirce The Veil

7. This Is What Makes Us Girls - Lana Del Rey 

8. Agree To Disagree - Sleeping With Sirens 

9. All In - Stray Kids 

10. Miss Americana & The Heart Break Prince - Taylor Swift

I tag @hear-the-sound: @ego-like-sandwich @hopeticket @simply-elegantly-kai  @shwazzberryswriting @dibidibidismynameisleeknow @thelonelymeow @morningsunandnightsky @sharkie-stay  @ramenlixxie I also tag anyone who also wants to do it. 

[sugar-petals]

Måneskin Reaction :: You Flirt With Them ❤️

# word count. 2k 

♡ note. hello, bisexuals and associates!!! happy pride month. you’ve given so much love to my ‚gettin‘ frisky w/ måneskin' 18+ scenario y’all are amazing. so, i’m back back back again 👀 for more fun stuff, this time with some world-building. enjoy!

TAGS/WARNINGS. ⚠️ ot4 imagines x gn!reader, suggestive, humor, cursing, innuendo, sex toy mention, ass jokes, reader’s dirty mouth, flirting at work, brief violence/alcohol/party drugs mention, almost-accident, damiano’s steamy gnc outfit

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thomas | Things start out in a literal fleeting heartbeat. You’re kind of exhausted from the concert high, but also full of guitar solo-induced adrenaline. Lord knows how you got a ticket for the very front. Afraid to be a little overzealous and attention-grabbing, you still made sure the band did not think the festival crowd was lame. Singing louder than three people at once hopefully makes a difference. So that’s that, and the setlist was great, anyway. Now, the stage is almost entirely empty, people rush to drink water. And: They want to see Metallica playing it up on a different stage. They’re already blasting a Queen song to warm up and gather the audience. Over here, the first row of course doesn’t dissolve that fast. Actually, you’re not mad being stuck here. You’re kind of witnessing staff tidying some cables right in front of you, and your band crush stringing up his guitar in real time. Thomas, who else. Fiddling with his instrument, he’s kind of preoccupied. Man, he’s too cute. You love his tousled hair and cravat. Enter Sandman is playing from the other direction, so more and more people around you start to leave. How you care, you just keep your head turned to the Måneskin stage hoping there’s a chance to interact. But watch what happens next — oh boy.

After Thomas — in full glam gear, that is — rattles down head first from the stage stairs since his heels got caught, but thankfully grabs hold of your arm: Well. Now you do have a chance to chat him up. Sort of like a little meet and greet. Okay, it’s kind of improvised and casual. You saved his neck and those long legs from tangling, he wants to repay you. „Oh— You like my guitar?“ he quips, with his signature sultry bedroom eyes, you know `em. „Hey sure, I can play something for you. I know it’s a bit shabby, but it’s supposed to be like that!“ And he starts plucking away on the fretboard, doing some scales, it all looks pretty impressive. You continue with some banter like hey, it’s supposed to be all chipped-off and rundown. He’s a super sexy rockstar, and practice makes perfect. A used guitar’s a good one. Thomas almost messes up his playing when he hears you call him sexy. „Am I?“ — „Of course! Look at you.“ — „I don’t get that a lot. People call me laid-back or something. You also look really cool.“ Duh, you have Måneskin merch on. Of course you look sick as hell. With the conversation progressing, the two of you sort of trail off backstage, and Thomas asks if you wanna have some licks, too. „Guitar licks or some other licks?“ is what you reply, and he shrugs, looking pretty sheepish right there. „Whatever you choose.“ — „Best of both worlds sounds very good.“

victoria | Dancing up to Victoria at a party feels scarier than it actually turns out to be. Although you’re terrified she’ll reject and flame you, you just give it a try and slowly, very slowly but surely… gyrate those hips in her direction. She smiles at you, she gets on your wavelength, returns the moves. Does she like what you do? Maybe? Is she in the mood? Is she just friendly? Does she laugh because she thinks you look utterly pathetic in front of the queen of the world? She’s Victoria from Måneskin! Hell, you just keep going. You started this, you got your groove on, you can’t chicken out now. The eye contact, it’s everything. That Vic walked up to the party in a hot cowgirl outfit is just too hot to ignore. A drunk and dizzy guy, ill-dressed and foul-mouthed as can be, stumbling in her direction with no seeming breaks on you briefly shove out the way. Not too aggressively, but resolute enough. How dare this smelly fucker interrupt your little mating dance right here. One does not disturb an art performance! Damiano on his best behavior, standing some meters away with his cocktail glass takes care of the rest, cussing the house down like hey you stupid walking can of beer, get out, Victoria is flirting, what’s your problem! Damiano is going absolutely ballistic on this guy, he gets a taste of his own medicine. You’re too infatuated to understand what’s happening, and nobody else cares, anyway. It’s too loud to understand the rest of the verbiage over there.

In the meantime, Vic is buzzing with excitement because her favorite song is suddenly playing at maximum volume. As if it’s a sign from above, you know the lyrics and mouth them. That’s the absolute last straw, baby. „We need to go, we need to go!“ — blink once, Victoria drags you onto the dancefloor without further ado and goes crazy. You’re suddenly wearing her cowgirl hat. So there we are! Everyone knows this lady can headbang, but this is a new level. The beat is pumping like Damiano’s heart when he sees a palette of black eyeshadow. Whatever it is that Victoria’s busting out there, hands going in all directions, you like it. That wild ass moshing almost knocks over people’s drinks in your vicinity. Gladly, a very oblivious Ethan is there to just stand in the way and shield the whole scene with his hunky body-ody-ody, like your personal hired guard. With the entire crowd pushing in all directions and new guests pouring into the room, everything gets tighter and— Well you know. Victoria winds up grinding her ass against you. And not in a shy way. Did you pass away, is this heaven? Did someone slip you an ecstasy pill? This girl is making you go insane by the minute. You never thought Vic would actually reciprocate at all, so… the more you know, and who knows where this might lead, huh.

ethan | Music video filming: Over! Cut! We’re finished. Hustle and bustle everywhere.  The producer is already envisioning millions of clicks, money, stocks — and gets on your nerves talking about `EthaNFTs’. Damiano retreated to write down some song lyrics that he doesn’t want to forget on the fly, Vic is eating a big ole hamburger in a diner next door, and Thomas is recording a kind of tiktok challenge around the corner. You arranged all the props that needed to be placed on the current set, and now put them back again. All done, then. You’re amused how the makeup and styling team took off in five seconds flat. Their favorite restaurant in the area had earlier closing times. But Ethan, taking the longest to pack up his drum kit, is now left to his own devices with changing his lace outfit back to casual. If it is casual at all, he’s 24/7 stylish. The sparkly eyeliner gotta stay on then, he has no clue where the wipes are. Just a minute later, you hear him go through a clothing rack in an adjacent room. Oh Jesus, he’s in there naked. Or in his underwear. Shit, the door is only half-closed. In an attempt to look uninvolved, you try to busy yourself picking up a glass of apple juice from the catering service and almost bump into Thomas doing the same thing, actually leaving for the parked tour bus. Departure in fifteen minutes says the driver, back to the hotel.

You can’t get yourself to actually leave just now. The set still isn’t cleared, right. So you’re just standing there, drinking juice, watching the camera crew discuss something about editing. After Ethan’s done, 90’s rock band tanktop on, guess who looks real grumpy. „Tangled mess,“ he complains under his breath, and you can tell it’s the hair, a beehive of heavy product and knots. You step over and offer your aid. After all, you’re staff, too. Ethan’s always in his own world and takes care of his things: Doesn’t mean he will refuse help. Since he can’t find a proper mirror, Ethan `bird’s nest‘ Torchio is more than okay with you brushing out his hair. Hallelujah, he has his own comb with him. He sits down, scrolls through his phone, you do your thing, making small talk at the same time. It’s actually relaxing. And who has sexier hair. You quiz him about his beauty routine while you’re at it, and he says he really takes his time in the bathtub to really work in the shampoo and conditioner. The hair gets too caught in any sink, and the shower is just boring and not so Italiano. You joke about how he should show you. You realize that would also mean… getting in the tub with him, right. Ethan, no stranger to Freudian slips, smoothes over the situation by saying why not take a camera, have you stand outside the tub and try the routine on him, so it’s gonna be a vlog at the hotel. Harmless new Ethan Insta content idea. Okay: Sounds like a plan. Thank you for doing my hair, let’s go to the bus then he says, and you walk next to each other. You always wanted to get to know him a little better.

damiano | Breakfast at the seaside hotel: The two of you already exchanged some vaguely heated glances. Nobody else was there except you, Damiano, and his sexy garter belts. You happened to be the only people in the hall at 5:45 AM, although it all felt really awkward still. That your designated tables were right next to another really did not help with the odd atmosphere. You were surprised to see him with his guard down, actually, even if his get-up screamed confidence and sexuality. Who dons a waist corset and shoulder harness this early in the morning. Walking up to the buffet where he paced around indecisively, you picked up a sandwich yourself. Right after complimenting Damiano’s all violet fashion choice… and just had to make fun of him when his `aesthetic‘ butt plug accessory chain got caught on the leg of the table. Straight-up having him wobble around on his big ass platform boots like a purple flamingo. He even tries to play it off by making a little booty-shaking dance out of it. Courtesy be damned, it’s too frickin’ early in the morning to censor yourself. And he’s the one walking around like he just visited a Dominatrix. So all you said to him was okay, that’s what happens when you put toys in your ass indeed, can’t even walk straight. Going by his unrestrained and bent-over laughter, Damiano enjoys the joke a little too much. This guy is wheezing his soul out. Ten seconds later, the realization hits. Way to go, he’s just clowned himself in front of a stranger he’s been eyefucking with. But the inappropriate humor… sure does something to him.

Back to eating: Even more awkwardly. You’re kind of laughing it off, too, now. But the story’s not over yet. After dropping a plate of scrambled eggs on his satin skirt and opening a sprite that exploded in his face — and onto your sweater, Damiano’s Italian dignity went down the drain entirely. So hey, screw the rest of breakfast, you both direly needed a change of clothing. On your way up to the rooms, someone desperately apologizes with endless what-can-i-do-for-yous. „Hm… I guess I do,“ Damiano clasps his hands behind his back, sort of kicking his dancey legs side to side to the beat of the catchy elevator music. He just looks down at his skirt and smiles all goofy. Is he shy? You just asked him if he really means it when he sings I’ll do whatever you want. Gotta be bold. And quoting his own crazy lyrics back to him when a fitting moment arises is only fair. Since he seems to mean it, you put some heat in your words. „Then, put that plug back in. There’s kids runnin’ around here, you kinky riot girl wannabe!“ —  „Oh my God, are you bullying me? You just don’t want me to trip!“ — „Hum, maybe.“ You don’t even know why you’re saying all these things, but very well: See you at lunch then in a new skirt, Mister Damiano David.

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[bethanysnow]

YALL: Måneskin DRABBLE

Måneskin, yes? good? ok!

but think about....Damiano in a low cut ruffled satin champagne blouse. Heels. His hair framing his face. Dark velveteen pants. Gold rings dot his hands. Long dangly earings cut the soft frame of his hair. Smoke and coffee and man swirl around you while in his arms. He rests his cheek on top of your head. You are dressed softly, in blues and silvers. He smiles, singing softly the words to ‘as the world falls down’ from Labyrinth. Slow dancing to the music in the living room. The rest of the band has gone off to do whatever. But you are here, together. In this moment, you two make no sense at all. But to each other you are all that matter.

His eyes twinkle looking at you.

No smirk, no cocky grin. He is a kid who got insanely lucky with a bunch of his friends and now is lost in the stratosphere. Looking at you with adoration and a promise to love you. He is young. Naive sometimes, has made many mistakes. Though, right now? You are keeping his feet on the ground and he is lifting you to the stars. And the rest of the world falls down-

[glitter-x-gold]

requested: sarò la luce di sera (Måneskin)

requested by @/Sheruie on Archive of Our Own! (link on the blog!)

in which Cora doesn’t think she can do it anymore, but thankfully, there’s always family to show her that she can

@/Sheruie requested, here it is :)

Cora is a female character on this case, as an obvious reference to the song. However, how you perceive and interpret Cora is your own choice.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

- suicide attempt (nothing explicit, but still, implied)

~ * ~

Outside the hotel room, the night was dark and silent, the chilly breeze from the slightly opened window making Cora shiver slightly. She took a deep breath, followed by a sharp exhale, as she faced the unlabelled bottles that stood on the nightstand, at arm’s reach.

Some kind of dark, freezing void had taken over her chest, killing anything else, any other happy feeling that dared growing. It had been like that for weeks, maybe months, and she just didn’t believe there was any other way to live anymore. She just didn’t feel like she was strong enough to keep going. They certainly wouldn’t miss her much, right? No one wanted a broken someone, a person who could no longer put their own pieces back together, or at least pretend things were okay.

Laying abandoned on the bed, her phone buzzed, once, twice, the screen lighting up with unspoken urgency.Cora had told them she didn’t feel like going out that day.

Non mi va, raga’. Sono troppo stanca.

Ethan and Vic had respected her decision, though making sure she knew they’d come back running if she needed them; they had noticed how Cora hadn’t been herself for the past days. Maybe a little rest would help her get back on her feet. Thomas had kissed her forehead before going; a silent “Please be okay”. Damiano had stayed behind for a second longer to take her hand in his and squeeze it lightly, to then look her in the eyes with such intensity he had said everything without words. It didn’t matter how much she tried to hide it; he could see right through her. Now her phone was buzzing again. And she was ignoring it, still fighting an internal battle as to what she was about to do. She looked at the wrinkled paper she had left beside her, her shaky handwriting barely intelligible. She wasn’t sure if she should; however, she didn’t know if, come the time, she’d be brave enough to proceed. To finally stop burdening everyone. When Cora felt the dampness on her cheeks, she realized she was crying; her throat seemed to be closing, and an irrational panic arose to her brain. For the first time in weeks, she could feel, and what she felt was fear. She had the pill bottle in a firm grip, but something paralyzed her, so she remained there, sitting on the bed, crying, unable to do anything. A raging fire had replaced the numbness, destroying everything in its path, and Cora just wasn’t sure what was worse anymore.

The door to the room opened before she could process what was happening; she could hear the guys’ voices, chatting and bantering. She’d recognize Damiano’s laugh anywhere. Cora couldn’t even move, all she could do was cry, her breath in short, shaky puffs that hurt her aching chest. The sounds ceased abruptly when two friends fell silent, as they noticed her presence on the other side of the dimly lit bedroom.

“Cora?” - she heard Thomas call - “Cora?”

As they noticed she didn’t react, their calls for her grew louder and more worried. All of a sudden, before she could realize, a hand was placed on her shoulder, the cold contrasting with the excessive warmth of her skin.

“Cora… baby, what happened?”

Damiano was the first to notice the bottle Cora was holding in her hand; then, his gaze settled on the wrinkled sheet of paper placed beside her. Given her current state, it wasn’t at all hard for him to put two and two together. Setting all his heartbreak aside, he knew he had to think quick, so he brought himself down to his knees in front of her, while Thomas sat beside him, unable to hide his shock.

“Look at me” - Damiano asked, softly - “Cora, can you please look at me?”

While still gasping for air like a fish out of water, Cora made an effort to meet his gaze, focusing on something, anything but the thoughts that flooded her head. Moving gently, slowly, he placed his hands on top of hers, trying to unclench her fist and ease her grip on the pill bottle.

“We’re going to let this go, okay, amore?” - he said, while still trying to pry her fingers away from the object

Without realizing, the girl was whimpering, when she finally gave in to Damiano’s touch and opened her hand, releasing her grip on the pills, letting the container fall to the carpet with a soft thud, as it was replaced with the boy’s hand on hers. Damiano had climbed up on the bed to sit beside her.

“Did you take anything?”

Cora shook her head hastily, finally abandoning herself to the crying, no longer fighting her feelings, struck by the thought that she had almost done it. Thomas, still sitting in his place on the floor, was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that if they had come home a minute too late…The girl was now huddled against Damiano’s chest, as he tightened his hold on her ever so gently, tears running down his own face, smudging his makeup.

“Andrà tutto bene, piccola” - he whispered, voice thick with his own overload of emotion - “We’re here now. Andrà tutto bene”

Cora tried to speak, to say something, anything, but instead all that left her chest was a loud, completely broken sob. Thomas took her hand, he too still confused and trying to fight past the shock that clouded his judgement momentarily.

“Perdonami”

It was, at last, the first intelligible word she was able to say.

The blond boy finally found it in himself to speak.

“There’s nothing to forgive. We love you so much”

They heard the door open again, Ethan and Vic’s voices speaking softly. They, too, fell silent, their features suddenly heavy, as they saw Damiano still holding on to Cora, both crying like children, and Thomas’ hand interlocked with hers, quiet tears, too, running down his pale cheeks. Exchanging a look, they took a step forward, making their presence known.

“Cora? Damià?” - Vic asked, confusion and worry in her voice - “Thomas… what’s happening?”

Ethan was the quickest of the two  to catch a glimpse of the pill bottle laying forgotten on the carpet beside her. Then, he saw the note, and a hand flew up to cover his mouth in shock. Vic followed quickly. In a moment, both were, too, sitting next to the rest;  Ethan on the bed, beside Cora, Vic on the floor, right next to Thomas, looking up at the pair. Damiano just felt thankful to have the girl safe in his arms; that they hadn’t been too late. Her cries had quieted down a little. The older boy left a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“How did you know?” - she asked, almost whispering

Thomas was quick to reply.

“You weren’t taking our calls. We were worried”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m a burden. I just thought you would be better off without me”

It was Ethan’s turn to speak up.

“Don’t say that again. Please” - he asked, hurt - “we love you, Cora. You’re our sister. We want to help you”

Then, Victoria:

“Don’t shut us out. We’ll fix this, we promise you”

Finally, Damiano cleared his throat and seemed to take a moment to think of how to phrase his thoughts.

“Sorellina mia, non sei mai sola… trust us on this one. Let us take care of you. We’ll make it okay”

For the first time in weeks, Cora felt an overwhelming amount of love replace the void that had been sucking all happiness out of her. A tiny little spark of warmth flickered on her heart, fueled by her family’s soft touches and kind words.

Damiano wiped the tears from her cheeks while his own still rolled down his face.As they huddled up together, taking comfort in each other, she knew they wouldn’t leave her. She had love. Something worth staying for.

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translations:

“Non mi va, raga’. Sono troppo stanca.” - “I don’t feel like it, guys. I’m too tired”

“amore (mio)” - (my) love

“Andrà tutto bene, piccola” - “Eveything’s going to be alright, baby”

“Perdonami” - forgive me

"Sorellina mia, non sei mai sola” - “My little sister... you are never alone”

(A/N): this is a very, very sensitive topic I would not normally write about. however, if this is a way to, somehow, bring any sort of comfort to someone going through a rough time, I am happy to provide it for you. let this be your reminder that there is always something worth fighting for.

this is a small story that in no way, shape or form glorifies mental illness. not only is it unrealistic and irresponsible to take it lightly, it is dangerous.

last but not least, everyone struggles at some point in life. bad days don’t last forever. you’re never alone. you’re so so loved. if you, like Cora, are not in a good place right now, remember there’s no shame in asking for help.

you can do this. it gets better. my inbox is open if you need a friend.

[tonaken]

Plaything | Eren Yeager

PART OF THE HOLLYWOOD SERIES

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FIA'S NOTE → Eren is inspired by Damiano from Måneskin (especially that buttplug part hehe) (go listen to their music now, I have to obsess over them with someone 😭). I have a love-hate relationship with Eren, and I wanted to let it out. I wanna fuck him, but slap him at the same time, you know? Anyways, happy reading!

Content → Eren thinks the world lays in his hand. He can do everything he wants. Say whatever he thinks. Move however he feels like. He finds it freeing. You find it childish.

Warnings → MDNI, Eren Yeager x fem!reader, super slight angst (not the best family dynamics, again), bisexual!Eren because I said so, switchy!Eren, bratty!Eren, voyeuristic tendencies, semi public sex??? y'all do it in the tour bus, protected sex be like y/n kids 😌, handjob, ruined orgasm, impact play (slapping and spanking), light degradation he calls you a bitch, breath play, Eren being a man child, a sex symbol, and a fucking bastard I told you I hated him

W/c → 1.6k words

Eren Yeager, the rockstar. The slightly deranged musician. The one whose name is constantly mentioned, never for good though.

A drama magnet. He fights any haters on the internet, tweeting at them, profile pic screenshotted and added. He lewdly licks off his mic in the middle of a charity concert, saying that it was just to have people ‘pay attention because the message of the song was important’. He wears buttplug shaped earrings to some music award show to ‘normalize the topic of sex’, or at least that’s what he tells the interviewer.

In reality he thrives on pissing off the more conservative, older generations, the one his parents are part of. The ones that saw him as an outcast since his younger days.

It’s like revenge for him. They treated him like the black sheep of the family and now it was his turn to cause ruckus. It’s fair in his mind.

He doesn’t care anymore, the world is his playground.

He firmly believes that ‘all press is good press’. His management team strongly disagrees. His hot takes always have the band risking annulled interviews and sponsorships. Marlowe has definitely ended up at the emergency room from overwork and Hitch has spent endless nights writing apology emails.

He redeems himself in the public eye with his stunning looks. Green eyes, luscious brown hair, and a tanned, toned body to match. Truly able to sway even the most determined hater.

He dribbles and drabbles in the world of modeling from time to time, accepting only and exclusively if it includes him showing more skin than normal. ‘It boosts sales’, he explains. But truly, it’s just to piss off Grisha, who happens to have a huge billboard in front of his office. He can now take a good look at those tattoos he hates so much.

He doesn’t care anymore, the world is his runway.

But Eren makes a name for himself especially on stage. That is his place, his realm, where he truly belongs. Whether he’s belting impossibile notes or executing complex riffs, he shines.

Do not be fooled, his bravados obviously continue under the hot, glaring lights, in the presence of a full arena . The relentless stage diving, the languid singing to fans in the crowd, the shameless stealing of the panties that fly in his direction during a song. That clip was definitely going to go viral on Tik Tok.

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his stage.

He likes this lifestyle. It’s fast, exciting, maybe decadent, but his moral compass is a bit skewed, he’s aware of that.

So when his bodyguard admits to having gifted his sister tickets for his next concert, he’s smiling in amusement. If common sense still counted in Eren’s phantasmagorical version of reality, if the man before him was that hot, his sister was supposed to be as attractive, right?

And, boy, were his calculations correct.

You were such a pretty thing. Smiling wildly at him from the front row, hands thrown in the air in careless enjoyment. He found himself hypnotised by the way your glossy lips curled around every single one of his lyrics, eyes closed in bliss. You were such a dedicated fan. He smirks. Bedding you was going to be a piece of cake.

He’s such a flirt with you. He sings the dirtiest of lyrics looking at you dead in the eye. He grabs your hand when he passes by your section. He uses your phone to film himself from stage, handing it back to you with a wink.

And when he whisks you away through the backstage he checks his surroundings before taking you to the tour bus. His eyes set on your brother, busy keeping squealing fans from jumping on Floch. He was his main target, but by the look of your ass in those jeans, calling you a second choice wouldn't have been fair.

Yeah, he wants both the brother and his sister, so what?

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his harem.

You seem so innocent, so pure with your nose upturned to the sky, taking in all of the luxury embedded in every surface. Everything seems to sparkle and you are so engrossed in the LED lights on the ceiling that you don't notice how he's constantly peeping through the velvet curtains. He wants no interruptions, but a curious eye wouldn't be exactly hated.

He thinks he's got everything under control when he offers you a drink. He doesn't check in with your age; you didn't expect someone like Eren to care anyways. But when you lean over and press your lips against his, his knees feel weak. He misjudged the signs.

You're the one that tears his clothes off. You're the one who slips your hand in his boxers. You're the one who pushes him on the plush leather couch.

But it's when you pull out a condom from your purse that he knows he got himself into something very different than what he expected. His lips curve into a sly smile; he doesn't mind the challenge.

You refuse to suck him off, but his complaints cease when your hand wraps around him. Your wrist flicks expertly to work him whole, thick veins bulging along his shaft. The head of his slicked up cock wastes no time in turning red, and the amount of precum oozing from his slit is impressive. He was liking this more than you thought.

You smirk at his head thrown back, long neck craned beautifully on the backrest. His breath starts getting labored and he chokes on a moan when your other hand cups his balls.

This wasn't him.

His eyes shoot open, instantly flitting in your direction. You know what he wants, but you're not willing to concede. He can tell.

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his battlefield.

You wanted to take control, huh? You wanted to act all big and bossy? You wanted to order him around? To slut him out? That was his plan first, not yours.

But when you straddle him, tits all in his face, he doesn't know if he wants to go through with whatever was going on in his head. He holds on, though. Long enough to take you down with him, at least.

So when he asks you to slap him in between groans and grunts, it's unexpected. But then his mouth opens again, calling you a bitch for not finding ‘the guts to do it’.

The sting on his cheek is euphoric, and deciding whether he prefers the pain or your angered expression would be an accomplishment. The devious grin that spreads across his face is telling: he wasn't going to give you peace on this given night.

It's a back and forth conversation. Slaps and smacks fill the air of the vehicle. You slap him under his cheeky incitement and he smacks your ass to show you how he wants to be hit. ‘You can't slap for shit’ he says.

It's a win-win for both of you. You can have him shut up for some time while you ride him; he gets you annoyed and irritated while he’s inside you. Plus, every time his hand lands heavily against your ass cheek you start grinding on him harder. He could never hate that. You don't seem to notice his slight advantage, but Eren’s never called himself a fair man.

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his chessboard.

When he nears his orgasm, he's visibly fighting it off. His teeth gnash is exertion. His forehead glistens in self restraint. His brows furrow in concentration. He can't lose to you, not like this.

You look down at him in playful scorn; he's so childish. From the boastful, exuberant, arrogant way he conducts himself, to his stupidly useless competitiveness. To not speak about the books he tucked under the sofa earlier. Did he really read Erwin Smith?

Eren was a big baby who loved acting tough. You didn't particularly hate it. You actually wanted to indulge in that side of him.

He seems lost when your hand wraps around his neck. But he catches himself, flashing you the most playful of smiles. Exactly what you expected.

It's fascinating how his expression crumbles when you squeeze around him on purpose. You even catch his eyes cross briefly before his eyelids conceal everything. He was actively hiding his enjoyment from you.

His whole body is trembling and the maddening pressure that forms in his head has him babbling nonsense, wheezing in between words. He's so close.

The look on his face now is priceless. Glossy eyes, pouting lips, flushed cheeks. He looks betrayed. You got off him right when he was about to fall off the edge, he had every right to feel that way. You're puzzled, though, when you find him adorable.

When the hands on your hips don't make you budge, he gives up. His reaction is unexpected. Now he's sporting a drunken smile, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.

He was going to stand up to you in his own way. You expected him to lose his shit when you denied him release? Fine, he was going to calmly accept it. You seemed fun after all.

You sense what sparkles in those emerald eyes when you take him in again. He shudders as you slowly swivel on top of him. You were going to do anything to ruin him. Because if he was childish, you were tenfold.

He knows, he likes it.

He doesn't care anymore. He’s your plaything.

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