#No you go FUQ yourself

[velvetures]

alr alr alr so hear me out just HEAR me out right

Gaz. Right, right. Showing the reader he's a certified munch. Right. Idk how it would go. I imagine he maybe helped them out with something and they owe him a solid and then bro just like "fuq all this sexual attention bruv. Bring dat arse here and let me sip on ye like sum fine wine" or sumn. Idk. BUT PLS CONSIDER IT PLS I LOVE THIS MAN SOO MUCH

Tip the Driver

summary: you go above and beyond the call of duty and it earns you a certain operator's constant attention and adoration. he's insistent that he pays you back... and you're utterly shocked at what he suggests.

t/w's: canonical violence, blood, GSW, Gaz eating pussy like a champ, fem-reader, fem oral receiving, dirty talk, fingering, female orgasm, male orgasm, public?fuck,... probably missed a bunch..

MRAP's didn't make for the best office... but it was yours whether or not you liked it all that much or not. Between the .50 cal bolted to the roof and the unmoveable windows, it made for a shitty view just about everywhere you received orders to go. Be it sand and dusty nothingness or abandoned and flaming city streets with car alarms blaring after a bomb strike. Your "office" hardly proved to be comfortable, but no one could contest your ability to drive the damn thing and keep the men inside of it safe.

The most important of all was Task Force 141 on the frequent occasions that your specialist skills were necessary for getting the boys in and out of a tight situation when a helo couldn't be afforded. It was a pain in the ass job that hardly anyone ever wanted... and you couldn't say that you'd initially volunteered for it either. You'd been forced after multiple vehicle squads declined to work with the 141.

Nothing ever went to plan with them.

It all happened far too quickly.

What started as a simple insertion by vehicle turned into nearly inescapable hellfire raining down on the sides of your armored truck. Banging heavy brass and lead rounds against the walls and drowning out the sounds of Captain Price’s orders. The whole plan went to shit the first second an RPG took a nose dive less than fifteen feet in front of your truck; stalling the movement of the small convoy and pinning you between two rocky cliffs pinched off and slowly closing up even tighter.

One moment you were doing the only thing asked of you: drive Task Force 141 through the gap to the small terrorist encampment on the other side, and hide yourself until they needed a quick escape. The next you were knelt down in the back, tightening down a tourniquet around Kyle Garrick’s thigh and preparing with shaky hands to pack a steadily bleeding bullet wound. There was hardly a second to think about anything, much less second guess your best instincts after Soap and Ghost hauled Gaz back to the truck and made a very harsh demand that you “pack him tight”.

Honestly, you didn’t even know what that meant. But Gaz -in all his inhuman strength- had enough patience and discipline to ignore the pain he was feeling to walk you through exactly what it took to keep him from bleeding out before you could get him somewhere for real medical attention. From cutting his own pant leg open to handing you each tool or material necessary, Kyle couldn’t have been a better patient to learn with. But it didn’t make you feel any better for looking up at him every few seconds and seeing him practically chewing on his own belt to keep from screaming or cracking his teeth.

“Doin’ good sweetheart…”

“That’s it, keep it -fuck- keep it tight like that…”

“Can’t be shy with me. Need you to be tough, m’kay?”

Every little praise or motivation he gave made eased your worries, but damn if you didn’t feel the littlest bit guilty for needing a wounded man to give you reassurance. It should’ve been the opposite. You easing his nerves. Telling him he’d be okay, and that there wasn’t anything to worry about. But there wasn’t a single thing you could do except following his directions to the letter, and hope that he didn’t pass out before you could finish up.

“For a gearhead, you’ve got nice hands…”

“Aren’t you a little too pretty to get stuck drivin’ us around?”

The longer you stayed in the back with Gaz, trying to mop up the blood pooling on the floor and around him, the more invested he became with you; not just what you were doing to make sure he didn’t die. Naturally, you’d known Kyle well enough to say you were acquaintances but it was never significant enough to say more than a friendly hello and goodbye when you caught each other’s attention. But with each milliliter of blood lost, Kyle Garrick began losing that well-mannered silence he was so often teased about. Enjoying the sight of you that close to you, and mentioning even the smallest little goofy detail he could muster up in half-consciousness.

“Gaz… you need to rest,” You’re hardly able to get the words out with all of the anxiety you have building with each bullet lodging itself in the side of your truck. “Can’t have you leaving us…” He just chuckles with a little wince. Leaning his head back against the back of your driver’s seat with one hand resting over his thigh and the other instinctively resting on the grip of his pistol still tucked against his hip.

“Not leaving if you’re around… s’pecially now that i’ve got your attention..” He gives a shy little smile. “You’re a really pretty for a MRAP driver… well… the only pretty one…” His eyes cut down and away from yours. “But still…”

You’d have been mush with such a cute admission had it not been for the firefight happening just outside your vehicle. And it was the limit of your power to ensure that Gaz was stable until there wasn’t a shot fired and you heard a nearly breathless all-clear from Captain Price outside. When the back doors swung open, the rest of Task Force 141 took in the sight of your blood-soaked gear, red-stained hands, sweat dripping down your neck, and Kyle slumped against you sleeping off the exhaustion with a fairly decent field dressing.

They were impressed.

Enough so that Price ordered Ghost to drive and let you sit in the back next to Gaz who had unconsciously laid up against you like a body pillow of sorts. Your mission had been busted by bad intel and a tip-off. It led to all of you regrouping back at base.

The 141 hauling Kyle off to the infirmary to get legitimate treatment, and you back to the garage where your truck had been shot to hell and back and needed repairs… If you could make them.

It was a good thing you’d been in a MRAP… but even they could only take so much abuse before bulletproof panels started bending and cracking under pressure. On first inspection you’d seen the pinholes of light shining from the garage lights through the walls onto the blood-stained floor in the back. And that was an entirely different struggle you’d been attempting to overcome. Seeing the dark red remanence of Gaz’s injury puddled and dried all over the desert tan painted floor. You’d been so upset by it that you attempted to scrub it off by hand since nothing else had worked. For two days you scrubbed at it… your squad mates passing by to yet again see you down on your hands and knees with a scrub brush, hot water, and bleach. But you’d hardly made a dent in the unmistakable stains by the time that Gaz was given full release from the doctors on staff.

Fuck, the only reason you knew that was because he’d been the one to come and find you still scrubbing at the back of your truck.

The light tap on the open back door halted your frenzied scrubbing. Looking up from the pink-tinged bubbles surrounding your hands, you came to meet Kyle standing there a bit stiffly with a somewhat curious look on his face.

“Sorry about that…” His apology isn’t exactly a joke, but you can tell that a part of it bothers him. “I’m normally not that messy.”

“You hardly have a reason to be sorry.” You feel responsible for reassuring him. Having it in the back of your mind that without saying it, he’d go on believing that you were inconvenienced by the whole ordeal, instead of deeply, and for some reason -very- emotionally protective. “It’s the least I can do to let you bleed in my truck.”

Kyle chuckled, stiffly moving to pull himself up into the vehicle. He sat down even more slowly with his boots facing away from the stain you’d been scrubbing at. “I guess you have had at least a couple fingers shoved inside my thigh… maybe we’re even?”

He earns a laugh from you.

Probably the most genuine one you’ve let out since the day he got injured. Gaz can’t help but be reminded of just how pretty you are in that moment. Kneeling there with a mop bucket and suds of soap surrounding your knees with baby hairs sticking to the sweat on your forehead. He’d not been too under the influence to exaggerate just how pretty he thought you were. And the fact that your job entailed driving on an equal skill level to being part of the presidential motorcade certainly added attraction points.

That little crush he nursed was ignored as much as possible. But remembering small flashes of your worried face looking over him a few days back haunted every waking moment of his day. While a little crush on a pretty girl was one thing, adding fuel to that fire was burning Kyle’s self-control into ashes.

He wanted to think there was some way of… flirting with you, he supposed. Giving a hint that he wasn’t just coming to waste time in the garage with you because of how well you shoved gauze into the hole in his thigh. But he could only think of one decent idea… and damn if he didn’t think it was the most feral thing he’d ever dreamt up. Seeing you just sitting there like that enticed his pain-med-laced thoughts with enough eroticism to even make Soap’s head spin like a fucking top.

“You feeling okay Gaz?” The sound of your voice breaks him from the thoughts.

His nods, one hand sliding over the heavily bandaged spot on his thigh under his pants. “Yeah, just thinking about something…”

Your eyebrows quirk up. “What’s that? Must be important for you to be staring off into nothingness like that.”

“Just how I’m going to pay you back for keeping me alive.” He smiles, lazily drawing his gaze down to look at you. His forearms resting on his thighs gently, looking down at you sitting just out of arm’s reach on the floor. “And I think I know how to do it.”

Kyle’s wide stance and downright confident swagger merely sitting there makes the slight bleach smell in the air pale in comparison to the dizziness his heavy gaze does. From the black boots, to the jeans, hoodie and black baseball cap, he’s nothing short of pure masculine energy. And fuck does he know it. Screaming felt like an appropriate response to his comments, yet the only think that could come out of your mouth was a nervous giggle. Soft and a little hesitant. Flashing your nervous anxiety like a white flag right in Kyle’s face.

“Somethin’ funny?” He smirked a little, adjusting the bill of his cap and tugging it down closer to his eyebrows. You shake your head ‘no’, trying to recover and sober up quickly.

“Oh, no… please, do tell.” He presses smoothly, dark eyes brightening with what you can only compare to champagne and chocolate diamonds glittering in warm, cocktail bar lighting. Enticing… rich… and oh-so-pretty.

“Just, sounded a little suggestive is all.” You smile, saying it with an uncertainty that wavers between it being a joke, and a question as to his seriousness. Trying to keep the ball in his court as not to foul up on whatever kind of situation Kyle came here to trap you in.

If it’s naturally possible, his eyes darken. “What if I was being a lot more suggestive?” His upper body leans a little closer. “What would you think then?” You feel your own stomach twist into tight knots.

“I’d think you’re crazy.”

Gaz laughs. Actually laughs out loud, and grins down at you.

“Crazy, huh?” He reaches a hand out, fingertips touching the underside of your chin and guiding your face up to meet his. His huffs a little chuckle, almost mesmerized by you and the way you think. “Well, I might just be,” He answered quietly.

“But that isn’t going to stop me.” You swallow thickly, feeling his thumb brush over the swell of your bottom lip ever so softly.

“Stop you from doing what exactly?” Gaz chuckles lowly again, giving a moment to look at the blood stain on the floor and the hell of a time you’d been having trying to remove it.

“Showing you the one other time I don’t mind making a mess.”

***

You can’t be sure if it’s just how time suddenly bends around Gaz, or if you just can’t care enough to keep track of it. But you find yourself sitting naked in the drivers seat of your own MRAP, pants hanging from one ankle, shoes lost somewhere in the cab, and your panties shoved into Gaz’s back pocket. Be an hour or five, you’d already lost count of the times Kyle gave you the same praise as he did when you were helping patch him up.

Only this time, he was muffling your screams of pleasure with his hot mouth pressed against yours and fingers so deep inside your cunt that it was almost too easy to make you come for him. Your slick dripped from your clenching pussy into the fabric seat cover, soaking Kyle’s whole hand and your ass.

“That’s it… such a pretty pussy…” His low rumbling praise against your ear feels like electric static running down your spine. “What a lucky man… getting to shove my fingers in it, and see how wet I can make you.”

Lithe digits massage against the squishy front wall of your cunt, while his other hand doubles to put pressure on your stomach while rubbing at your clit with his fingertips all at the same time. You’re helpless to do more than let your head heavily thump against the tinted window behind you and squeeze your eyes shut to keep from utterly losing your mind. Kyle Garrick has turned you into a whimpering, messy, slutty-looking mess. And god is he more than happy to let you know just how good it looks from his angle.

“Fuucckk yesss..” He groans, kneeling closer to your pussy. Resting his cheek against your inner thigh and pressing a sloppy kiss to it when he’s able to draw yet another orgasm from you. Rending your legs truly useless and unable to fend off his attacks in any meaningful way.

It’s exactly where he wants you.

You’re pinned back against your seat with your knees on either side of your head and a dizzy look on your face as Kyle blows a teasing breath against your swollen clit, staring down at you damn near drunk off the sight alone. It makes you yelp, but with all of his methodical preparation, the only thing keeping him from sinking his tongue into your wet hole is wanting to see what other sounds he can drag out of you without touching that sensitive collection of nerve endings. Gaz couldn’t get enough of seeing your legs limp and easily maneuvered out of his way so that nothing more than your submissive little expressions and dripping cunt are on display.

“Told you I don’t like making messes…” His tongue licked lazily at the crease of your thigh, teasing himself with just the slightest tase of your arousal. Edging himself with the full prize of tasting all of his hard work.

“But I want you to look this slutty all the time, pretty girl…” He grinned darkly.

Finally lowering himself to your core, he curls his tongue through your folds with a satisfied groan. Purposefully burying his nose against your clit and sucking at your release until he’s certain he won’t need to eat for the rest of the day. You’re too wrecked to squirm anymore. Merely staring up blankly at the celling as he tongue rolls over your clit and dips down to gather up your slick before it drips down onto the seat again.

“Oh my god…” It’s a miracle you can utter a single word.

Kyle squeezes at the muscle and fat on your thighs in reward for finding your voice, if even for just a moment. That’s good… he thinks, knowing you can take this much pleasure and not give up when he’s still not satiated with the taste of your come sliding down his throat. He’s nearly lost all composure of himself as well; but damn if he didn’t just want to tie your legs to the driver’s seat and steering wheel just so he could lap at your cunt for hours without you interrupting him. Wishful thinking for this only being the first time he’d been able to taste you. But he was certain there wouldn’t be a single day in the future he’d go without at least the slightest tease of your pleasure lingering on his lips.

“One more,” He demands, teasing your hole with his thumb as his tongue traces your inner lips languidly. “Feed me baby…”

There’s not a moment’s hesitation.

You nearly come on command at this point. So overstimulated but desperate for more that when Kyle gently grazes his teeth over your clit, everything unravels in a fuzzy lost of your eyesight and a shock of sensation so strong in your body that Gaz manages to actually make your legs shake one last time. It’s so damn strong tears flood your eyes, and it’s not until you feel him slowly pumping a few of his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt that you realize he’s actually helping you ride it out by stroking at your g-spot tenderly and kissing your inner thigh.

He looks just as lost in the moment as you feel.

His mouth parted and still lapping at your folds like he’s possessed to do nothing else. Your arousal slicking the entire lower half of his face, and his baseball cap turned around backwards with a light grey t-shirt that he’d have to let dry before getting out of your truck due to the cum splatters covering the front. As if that wasn’t enough to turn you on seeing Kyle Garrick on his knees and pussy drunk off you, the large wet spot just to the left of his zipper made your weakened muscles clench around his fingers. Kyle follows your line of sight, chuckling quietly and gently palming at his softening cock through his pants with a small shrug.

“It’s my favorite…” He explains soft but very honestly, eyes flashing back to where he begins slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. Eyeing his own fingers and how your walls accommodate them before sinking his own fingers in his mouth to finish ‘clean up’ on his favorite messy job.

“Now we’re even?” You ask, a little dazed and reaching a hand out to find his for some stability and reassurance. Kyle laughs softly, helping you readjust your legs and lifting you up to sit in his lap to ward off the after-sex chills raising up on your bared skin.

“I suppose so,” His wetted lips press against your temple and linger there reverently for a minute or two.

“Or… we could… keep doing each other favors?” His voice lowers a bit, sounding far too unsure for your liking.

“I don’t want to do favors, Gaz.” You smile.

“I just wanna do you.”

[sinning-23]

Publicity Pt.2

Heyyy so we go tone part down uhhh things are a bit awkward and weird at the moment between reader and 2d BUT maybe that'll change (for better or worse) when they start rehearsing for the collab int he studio idk

Uhhh Worcount: fucking i have no clue yall

Warnings: partial nudity? smoking, language, tension with 2D, fighting words with Murdoc

Enjoy!

Link To Publicity Introduction

Link to Publicity Pt.1

Link to Publicity Pt.3

The bang at your door makes you shoot up, a gasp tearing past your lips. You stumble up swinging the door open just to come face to face with the green bassist with an equally irritated expression. But then it’s not so angry when his eyes trail down. In fact, he grins and licks his teeth, the action making you cringe.

“Quite the set of pajamas eh darling?” He teases, leaning against your door frame as you clench the handle.

-The night prior-

The anger quickly dissipated and turned to embarrassment as you grip the 2 sizes too small night robe. Last night, you’d come in your room and hoped to see your luggage but there was none… all that was in the closet beside the bed was one itty bitty, silk robe. You felt your eye twitch at the red fabric, its shine taunting you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” You scoff, palms sweating at the thought of asking someone upstairs so pathetically for a pyjama substitute.

Opening your door with a slow, creeeeeeak, you descend up the stairs, seeing most of the lights beneath the doors off. There’s an eerie silence in the hall as his room illuminates a tiny portion of the end of the hall.

Fuck, he already seemed fed up with you so why would he give you pyjamas? He basically broke your nose so he owed you (da fuq). Well…

Maybe he didn’t cause he did catch you snooping in his room. No no but then he slammed the door in your face! He was being a total stranger?! After you panic over a nosebleed and getting someone else’s blood on your hands, you’d think you’ve bonded a bit!

You take a breath, knuckle tapping the door and awaiting an answer.

“Yeah?”

His voice is thick with exhaustion, the accent a bit faint, tone deeper than you were expecting. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t go straight to your core and you curse yourself for it.

What if he was about to go to bed and you jsut interrupted it?! Couldn’t be cause you heard some cute little instrument playing from the other side. Too caught up in your thoughts, the door opening catches you by surprise.

The sight on the other side was the REAL shocker though. 2D was attractive that was just a fact. Total rock band, lead singer, emo, heart throb. Looks like your type hadn’t changed much since highschool-

That’s besides the point. He looks fucking delicious right now and it’s throwing you off. Your eyes start from top to bottom. First, slightly messy blue hair his fingertips are toying with.

One strand is falling perfectly right between a pair of heavy lidded obsidian eyes. Moving down you note how his lips are slightly chapped and also how your glossed lips would fixed that right on up.

His neck is slightly flexed, a small swallow makes his adams apple bob and another filthy scenario crosses your mind in a flash. Collarbones prominent, his chest rises and falls gently into quickening the longer you stare.

Ah so the blue was actually natural. You’d always wondered about that.

He’s got the faint indentsrion of abs but not much. His waist is small, flexed a bit with his current position against the boot frame. His jeans are hanging low on his hips, waistband of his brief jsut peaking over the top.

Then, there's the faint happy trail and your mouth waters. Just below that, his jeans zipper, which seemed to be more prominent than before-

Oh shit-

The sudden realization makes you snap out of it, a gasp caught in your throat

"Ahhh I just- yep, sorry goodnight!" The statement comes out so fast and you leave down the hallway even faster.

You heart is thumping in your ears and by the time you reach your guest room you shut the door with a quickness, thinking that by some miracle he was trailing after you. He wasn't but still. You try to shake the image of him away, its no use though.

Pulling the robe from the closet, you eyeball it for any unusual stains before sighing and tugging it on. Sleep didn't come easy that night.

-Currently-

“What do you want it’s 7am!” You spit, pointing a finger in his face just between his eyes and you narrow your own.

He only grins, snatching your wrist in his hand as you yelp, going to tug it away but failing.

"Ah, word of advice, ask before you decide to take my clothes? And get dressed," He begins, taking pleasure in the look of disgust on your face after realizing that this itty bitty silk sobe was his. "We're fixin' to make somethin' brilliant up in the studio and we need your vocals. Chop chop cupcake!" He grumbles, releasing you before turning on a heeled boot to the stairs.

You tear the robe off with a quickness, wishing for nothing more than a bath. With a heavy sigh, you search your small carry-on for any extra clothes.

Luckily you were able to come up with the sweater you packed and an extra pair of panties(how wise of you). The same shorts from yesterday would have to do. Now that he mentioned it, you coukd hear the faint sound of drums, a guitar and-

...

Your legs move almost independently as you jog up the stairs, missing one in the rush and falling. After steadying yourself you open the door gently, the sounds of music filling your ears and chest and you don't fight the smile that rises to your lips.

His voice is what carries you to the booth. There he is, face leaning int the mic, headphone half on half off, eyes half-lidded and hazy when he sings. It feel and sounds almost artificial..but so damn pretty.

Music had been something that came so easily to you. every instrument, concept, sound...felt so easy. When you dad...

It stopped so suddenly and no matter what you tried, it just didn't feel right. Like they keys of pianos stuc to your fingers and left and uncomfortable feeling.

Every mic you approach screeched like tire tracks and the strings on guitars snapped under your touch. It was like he was taunting you from...well maybe not heaven. To see them play so effortlessly and harmonious...made you a little jealous.

Despite it all, you can’t help but to catch the beat and rock your hip just a pinch. And your mouth opened, the sound just as angelic as the last time you'd sung in that arena full of people 5 years ago. The notes hanging off your lips like milk and honey. Hot and sugary sweet.

You were more or less just adding on vocal adlibs to whatever 2D sung, like a little echo down a tunnel. Alluring and melodic.

"Stop tha' noise, STOP ITTT!" Murdoc hollers, eyes narrow and grimacing at 2D in the booth.

"Bit picthy oh that last bit eh faceache? Y/n, why don' you step in an' help 'im?" Murdoc commands, your eyes meeting with pitch black.

Moving from your spot on the wall, you walk past Russel and Noodle. giving them a slight wave before entering the booth. You place the headset on, taking the same half-off half-on position as 2D, and give him a soft smile which he returns.

"Mornin." He states plainly, moving over a bit so you could both share the mic.

"Hi, bear with me I haven't sung in a long time..." You admit, tugging your hoodie strings, only to have him push your hand down so gently and feather soft.

"I do remember tellin' you that you was talented, didn' I?" He speaks, genuinely trying to calm your nerves but only making them worse.

From outside the glass, Noodle gives you a thumbs up and the band starts up again, a glorious combination of drums, guitar, and bass. You observe the lyrics written in front of you, trying to catch the beat again and follow 2D's lead. Background vocals and harmonization. Thats it.

When he starts, you lean in on the opposite side of the mic, letting your voice work with his. Your eyes are focused on the page before you and each adlip feels out of place. Shit...this was what you were scared of. This had happened very time you tried to do this shit. When the recording got serious and you were finally in front of a mic you'd choke.

You’re starting to sweat, feeling like veryone is watching you, waiting for you to fuck up more. The walls of the booth feel like they're closing in and you step away from the mic, looking frantically around for an exit.

Its embarrassing, having a fucking panic attack just because you couldn’t bring yourself to sing. Was this even a good idea? Had you just wasted these guys time?

You are wasting their time. Typical

The booth is spinning now, and your hands fall to your knees to steady the dizziness filling your head.

A waste of time and talent. What would your dad say?

Your head shoots up, manic as you look at the figure in front of you, faceless and degrading.

"The fuck?" You huff out, blinking wildly, stumbling back.

"Whoa hey, are you okay? Y/n?"

"Get her water, what happened?"

"She just started freakin out! Something about her dad?"

"Oh grea', I told you this was a bad idea! But fuck what I hav' to say huh?"

You focus in in the person holding your shoulders. Theyre a tiny bit shorter but they’re grounding you. Your eyes focus a sure enough Noodle had a look fo concern written all over her face. You’re no longer in the booth, but sitting just outside of it on the plush beanbag chair in the corner.

Your face is hot with embarassment as you tug at your sweater strings.

"Fuck, fuck I-I'm sorry. I don't....I haven't-" You can't seem to find the words and everything you want to explain feels like an excuse.

"I'm wasting your time, I'm so sorry." You sigh, Murdoc grumbling a faint, "Well you got one thing righ'" Before Russel smacks his lips at him and nudges his shoulder.

2D passes you a water bottle, your fingertips brushing in the process.

"Righ' then! How about we just focus on instrumental now! Vocals can' get it together, how bout you two step out?" Murdoc insists, irritation written over his face, his hands planted firm on his hips.

Cautiously standing, you nod and make a swift exit, your yes welling up.

This was so stupid. One song you couldn't do ONE song?! You pad down the stairs, walking out the front door to catch one big gulp of fresh LA air. Gripping a handful of your hair you growl, beyond frustrated.

What the hell were you looking for here? Being back home and working on this was supposed to be fun and healing and it was only making you anxious and itcy. No luggage, No melody, not fucking anything!

"Everythin' alrigh' miss?"

Great.

You push your palms over your eyes and brush away tears that threatened to fall before facing the owl. Damn it he's adorable! He's got his eyes focused on you, mouth slightly agape and showing the gap. Hanging from those parted lips was an unlit cigarette and his hands are shoved nervously into his pockets.

"Peachy." You respond, plopping down onto the stairs leading to the front door.

He follows suit, leaving some space between the two of you before lighting the cancer stick.

"I’m not very good with words but...don’t seem peachy to me?" He jokes, seeing you brighten up a bit at it.

"I’m just embrassed. I should be able to o this but...I'm wasting you guys time. I need to get it together." You ramble before he offers the cigarette to you.

The smell is comforting almost and maybe you would be be wrong to want a hit after being up under stress just now.

Ypu take it, fingers brushing again before you inhale, handing it back just as quickly as you'd taken it. Nicotine wasn't you best friend, but you could appreciate the buzz in moments like this.

"If you’d like, we could just practice vocals later, Trus' me its less pressure when Mudz isn' there." 2D admits, eyes narrowing at the mans name.

"You two don’t get allong well?" You ask, taking the cigarette again when he hands it back to you.

Sharing is caring you suppose, and you don't mind the indirect kiss either. He looks a little irritated now, shaking his head before taking the cig again.

"Not always. We're all family here, you only fin' somethin' like this once. He's not as bad as he used to be I guess?" Its almost like he’s debating that statement as it comes out.

You don’t know what possessed you to say this but it comes out anyway.

"Faceache is quite the ‘nickname’. Some peole change but not quite enough hm?"

"Dunno why he hasn't dropped tha'. His mug looks a hell of a whole lot worse than mine." 2D grumbles, and you can’t help the laugh that comes out your mouth.

He smiles too, joining your laughter, watching you all the while. Your smile, that beautiful sound of giggles as you try to fight of the next wave of joy.

Did you know you looked that cute when you laughed? Happiness looked so good on you. Everythign looked good on you. Maybe one of his shirts? Or his lips...teeth even.

He swallows hard, the laughter dying out as he ashes the cigarette before flicking it into the street. Still early, only 11 now...

"Fancy a day at the beach?" He offers, the request coming out before he can catch it.

There’s that little laugh again, but you’re shaking your head no. His heart sinks.

"Y'know, I'd love to take you up on that offer, but they never brought my luggage to the house." You explain.

He quirks a brow, his head tiling like a puppy and it tugs at your heart.

“Yea it did? Murdoc said he put it in your room for you?”

There’s a pause and your fists clench at your sides as you stand, calm as ever. 2D stands along side you, seeing your balled fist.

“W-Wait wait!”

Swinging the front door open, you tread quickly back up the stairs, everyone else dispersed from the studio.

“Where are you?!” You growl, banging your fist against his bedroom door, 2D now bewildered and panicked.

"Where are my bags you cuck!" You growl again, irritation and embarrassment form earlier coming bak 10 fold and transforming into rage.

That fucker planted that robe on purpose and just to make matters worse oggles and manhalded you like it was nothing. Yeah you'd be sure to fuck his face up more than it already was.

The door opens and you snatch him up by the collar of his stupid turtleneck.

"Where’s my shit?" You scoff, figting the urge to smash your

"Such colorful language. Is tha' any way to ask for somethin'?" He mocks, soon realizing 2D was not to far behind.

"You put 'er up to this? Warmin’ her up jus to shag huh?" He spits, 2D’s face turning a bright shade of red.

“Where’s my SHIT MURDOC!” You yell, brows angled down as you shake him by his shirt.

He only grins, pointing behind him, sure enough two suitcases tucked neatly in the corner. You shove him aside and retrieve your items.

Russel and Noodle had come up to see what the issue was but it had been resolved before it even really started. You pushed your suitcases out and turn to Murdoc, face furious.

“You’re already on thin ice with me. You piss me off again, make me uncomfortable. Touch. My. Shit. And I fuckin walk. We clear, darling?” You hiss, eyes never leaving his as he puts his hands up in defense.

“Crystal.”

You grab both bags and tread down the stairs, body tense from the altercation but at least now you have access to your things. What a weirdo?! Who takes someone luggage like that?!

You shoved the bags inside and sigh.

“Uhh, want help unpacking?” The blue-ette offers.

Help is help, why not take it?

A/N: OUHHH Y/n set her boundaries and bonded with 2D?! Can’t get any better than this right? WRONNG lol lemme know how yall feelin and stay tuned for pt.3 dueces ✌🏾

[bots-and-cons]

Hey uhhh I've been "down in the dumps" recently as they say, and i could just really use some like. Rachet or Starscream fluff/comfort. Just either one of them opening up and caring for their human friend/ s/o /whatever who's just kinda shut down emotionally wise. I mean, they're acting farily normal, it's just their responses have become more bland, scripted. And their personality has just become very mellow and they're spacing out a lot. If that makes sense. Feel free to just say no if it's too depressing or anything.

Uhhh drink some water. Yea. And fuq it, go eat some chocolate.

I did it with Ratchet and a reader that he has been in a relationship with for a while, so romantic. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling down, but I hope you’ll feel better soon. I feel like this is pretty mediocre and I didn’t put enough effort into this, but I started this last week and just wanted to post it and get it out of the ask box. Take care of yourself too

You felt like you had been in such a fog lately. Nothing felt good, but nothing felt bad either, everything just felt bland. You didn’t want to bother Ratchet with it either. There had been so much going on at the base lately, you felt like he was busy enough as it was. He was barely resting, so you didn’t want to take that time from him by talking about your problems.

It’s not like Ratchet hadn’t noticed you starting to shut down emotionally. You didn’t talk to him much, and when you did, it felt like you weren’t really present in the conversation. He had meant to make time for you and he knew his busyness probably wasn’t helping any. He wanted to talk to you, to help, but he couldn’t seem to find the time.

You knew Ratchet wasn’t doing it on purpose, he was genuinely incredibly busy, but it still kind of hurt. You hadn’t gotten a chance to actually stop and talk for almost a week. If he was too busy, so be it, maybe you just shouldn’t care anymore. Maybe it would be easier that way.

You were sitting on the couch, just scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. If someone were to ask you what you were looking at on the phone a few seconds ago, you wouldn’t be able to tell them.

“(Name)?” Ratchet asked.

“Hmm?” you muttered, not looking up from your phone.

“I think we should talk. Would you come with me?”

“Yeah, sure” you said, but it sounded like you weren’t really paying much attention to him.

You stuffed your phone into your pocket and followed Ratchet to his room.

Ratchet had set an alarm so he would know if the computer found something during the scan, but he had to talk to you. You clearly weren’t doing too well, and in the last few days, your emotional state had been declining even more. He felt responsible and wanted to help you, he just wasn’t really sure how.

You let Ratchet lift you to his berth, and you sat down on the edge next to him.

“How are you feeling?” Ratchet asked.

“I’m okay” you said bluntly, not looking at him.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that…” Ratchet sighed.

“Do what?” you asked, raising your head to look at him.

“Lie to me”

There was a moment of silence between you, before you sighed and said: “I wish I didn’t feel the need to. I just… I know you have so many responsibilities, and you know I have a hard time asking for help or talking about stuff like this”

“I know, I just wish you’d come to me before it gets so bad for you” Ratchet said and placed his hand on your side.

Just this was so much better. His touch brought you so much comfort, and it felt like you were just now becoming aware of the cold you’d been feeling when he hadn’t been there. Ratchet didn’t need to do much to bring you the feeling of warmth you so craved. You knew you were important to him, but so was the team, even if it was in a different way.

“Could you just stay with me for a while? Until you have to go again?”

“Of course” Ratchet said softly.

“I love you” you said, leaning your head against the side of his leg.

“I love you too” Ratchet said.

You closed your eyes and just let him hold you next to him. You were trapped between his leg and his hand, but you felt safe there. You could feel the roughness of metal under your cheek as you leaned against his leg. Even though the metal was rough, it was warm, it was alive. Not in the same way as a human, but he was most certainly alive.

You didn’t know how to talk to him sometimes. You’d think someone so old would also be just as wise, but he seemed to lose his ability to talk just as often as you. He didn’t know what to say to you either, but maybe he didn’t need to. Maybe knowing you loved each other would be enough. Maybe you would be just fine, together.

[lackablazeical]

There is this saying that the Persian philosopher Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī used to say: “Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form”.

I saw someone say that “don’t lose yourself to grief” would be better, but the second part is still good. So don’t lose hope for new friendships with new people in the future because you will find them if you’re just open to the possibilities, Blaze.

Barely noon and I'm already pissed off

If you're someone I used to know, please understand that I truly couldn't give less of a fuck about you anymore, I've tapped out, go away

If you're someone I don't know, don't act like you know me and fuck off, you aren't even brave enough to not be anonymous, why the FUQ would I give a singular shit about whatever foux-intellectual bullshit you're spitting at me. Bffr

[tomomiisasleep]

This is the last note on HtN

“You lied to us, John,” she said.

And, with a sob in her voice: “There is a perfect Lyctorhood … a perfect Lyctor process that preserves the cavalier, and you let us think there wasn’t. You let us think we’d cracked it … You let us think it had to be a one-way energy transfer … but nobody had to die. Alfred, Pyrrha, Titania, Valancy, Nigella, Samael, Loveday, Cristabel … You watched us kill our cavaliers in cold blood, and none of them had to die. You had already done it yourself. But you had done it perfectly!!”

In the end.... the cavs where what they did every for. they'd never mock Harrow like Ianthe did. They'd understand, why immortal beings would do anything for a dead soul.

The Lyctor said, “The Resurrection Beasts—”

“Can’t kill me.”

“You acted afraid—”

“Acted is operative.

the fuq? so the Lyctors and cavs were all jokes to him? they spent ten thousand years of immortality fighting the nightmare stuff. what the hell

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

ok. so I thought he was like, uh he had two personalities or something. bruh. so it was Pyrrha going like"my love", wtf groooosss

and Augustine's gonna try to push God into a hell-hole,ok. So by the end of this book, he actually could be dead. murdered. then what..?

“There’s a difference between keeping a shred of dance card,” said Harrow Nonagesimus, “and saving the last dance.”

you tell her Dulcie

ok what the hell? at this point I have finished the book, and the ending does not make any sense to me. but this is still gonna be my favorite book of all time, just for broken Harrow.

and in the end, they didnt even get a reunion. uhhhgggggg. I need to look at some fanart with my eyes reduced to fear-of-spoiler slits before I have the mental strength to read NtN.

[ask-a-ghost]

May I ask when you knew you were a ghost? I am just questioning ghostkin

I’m probably ripping stuff right out my butt.

So.

Yeah.

I’m going to try my very best. None of this is a set of rules and I’m prolly just mindless yapping.

So don’t take this super seriously

I think I figured it out via memories and via shifts. A few things I can confirm are:

I am a human who is alive and well.

I do not have certain traits that other humans have.

I can interact with the things around me physically. I can pick up a book. I can throw a ball.

Here’s what I noticed that initially started to get me to think:

I would endure a shift, and I could tell it was a shift by comparing it to other kin types I have such as my fictionkin types or my theriotype. When your mind is still, well, yours, but not particularly the same.

During these shifts I would:

Actively know I was alive, however, would also “know” what it’s like to be dead.

Have shifts of certain traits I do not have, a big one for me was facial structure.

The reminiscence/the idea/the memory that I could defy the physical world around me.

“That could be a different kintype.”

Here’s how I landed on a ghost.

I could remember my death, and from what I knew, it wasn’t a character. The man seemed like a very… random guy.

Like.

Very random.

Past life memories definitely played a lot of the role into figuring out I am/probably am a ghost. Having a past life means that “this life is already over, and therefore doesn’t interfere with my current life. Hence, said thing is either already dead or just… whatever else.”

“Okay cool you could just be a character”

Shifts usually centered around what I considered a ghost or my own idea of what a ghost is. Think about what you, personally, think is a ghost. When I went:

“Well, they have blueish skin, a physical body that can periodically change, an—”

“Wait. How do I know that?”

Especially when an idea you have of what a ghost is more “outside the norm” ask yourself:

And HOW do i know that?

Connections to certain time spans/years could also help, connections to certain time periods, connections to overall supernatural activity.

“Do you ever feel like you just wanna haunt a church and find your murder?”

“…no?”

“Oh.”

That sort of thing.

“Okay, that’s really cool Hudson, but I literally NEVER get shifts, what are you on about???”

“Do you feel like a ghost?”

“What?”

“No no, let me ask you. Do you feel, dismissing your own body, that you are a ghost?”

“Well, sometimes I feel as if I am one, and something tells me I am one. I’m questioning it.”

“Okay. Usually the average person doesn’t really DO that, so… just consider going with that idea for maybe like. A month. And if it doesn’t feel right, maybe it’s not the one.”

But I’m mostly just pulling shit out my ass bro i prolly just woke up one day and was like “woah shit I’m a ghost da fuq”

[tfw-no-tennis]

FOR THE FIC TROPES ASK THING: modern/coffee shop AUs (lmaoooo), Hanahaki, human experimentation/medical horror, and amnesia!! 😎

LMAO FUQ YEA LETS GO

Modern/coffee shop AUs: starting off easy I see…my controversial onion on this is: F. I literally blacklist ‘AU: modern setting’ when I look for fic lmao. Idk I’m just not interested in stories not set within the canon universe, generally - and I especially don’t care for fics where characters don’t have whatever superpowers they usually have in the canon. It takes a really good writer to transfer a canon into a modern AU in a satisfying way, and I’m just too picky to even try.

Hanahaki: hmmmMMMM I’ll go C I think! Maybe a bit harsh - I do enjoy hanahaki a lot, but if it isn’t done well enough I peace out pretty quickly. My dream would be a hanahaki fic that is extremely medical with it and goes into excruciating detail about systemic symptoms and lab testing and alternative treatments and such. lol

Human experimentation/medical horror: oh wow good segue from hanahaki lmao. I’d say B - I like it a lot IF it’s done in an anatomically/medically accurate way. I’m here for that aspect, not so much any angst or even horror. I like the horror part if it’s focused in on the body: like the ways that the human body will compensate for injury through means that might make you feel like shit but will save your life, and how resilient the body is…I’m the bitch who wrote the Law Dissects A Dead Guy To Woo Someone fic so I’m defs into this lmao

Amnesia: slam dunk easy A I LOOOOVE amnesia yea BABEY !!!!! I adore anything to do w themes abt Sense Of Self (meeting AU/past/future versions of yourself, selfcest lmao, deaging, time travel) and this fits the bill for sure. Aren’t we our memories? What happens if some or all of those are gone? Being reset to factory settings can make for incredibly interesting character and relationship studies…no wonder Sabo Onepiece is my muse (ily Mr amnesia)

TY FOR THE ASK!!!!

[unknowndrone]

Random I had while watching Antman and the Wasp: Quantumania (remember this is completely subjective and you're allowed to feel what you want to feel)

POTENTIAL SPOILERS IN THE CUT BELOW

what song was this again?

I feel it's been years since I heard the Giacchino's opening fanfare

Beck made a pretty good score

So like, did anything really change after the ending?

Is this a time loop thing?

What da fuq do u mean there's an end of time?? How come He Who Remains said he'd be back in the chair

Everything Everywhere All At Once ruined my expectations for Multiverse movies uhh ilohjcfasdjnc

Out of all colors for that juice, they chose red???

It looks like period blood or they ate someone's corpse

When I saw MODOK, I accidentally snorted a popcorn kernel

He looks like a fucking boiled egg

Reminded me of Zordon from Power Rangers for some reason

Uncle Fester without the emo makeup

Seeing his ass cheeks on screen was not part of my bingo list

Cassie honestly slay

It was technically ur grandpa's fault so don't blame yourself sweetie

This family is actually kinda wholesome

Honestly, if I was trapped in a jet and my parents were talking about how they hoed out in eachother's absence, I would also go and try to save my idiot boyfriend

Kang isn't me, I would've folded in front of Michele Pfiefer

...does that make me Kylar?

I would fold in front of Kang too, but like I don't like squishing bugs

I wish I knew the timeline of this movie

The scene where Hope goes to save Scott in the power core was so cool

Like when they all go away bc u realize that what they were doing was the only possibility that Scott and Hope could've exploded the core

DUUUUUDEE THE ANTS WHEN THEY CAME BACK

IT WAS GIVING

STAR WARS RISE OF SKYWALKER (fun fact that was the last movie I watched in theaters before COVID hit I am disappointed in that fact too)

So like is this post Shang Chi??

OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THAT LOKI AND LIGHTNING MCQUEENNNN??

THIS MOVIE CURES IRRATIONAL FEAR OF BUGS

6.5/10 Ants

basically just a standard Marvel Movie

slow in some parts

def not as bad as what twitter is saying

not every movie is gonna be like Endgame or spiderman (I'm saying to the people who takes Supes' opinions seriously)

[xx3lmerxkeeljoyxx]

Bitxxhin // Blogging // Jagged Advice

At this point, I feel as if this blog is going to end up coming off the cuff as really jagged, rough, a sour perspective, or maybe a bit bitter tasting. But I feel as if there is a breath of fresh air in that "matter-a-fact I'm pissed!!" aspect of my brain currently for myself and maybe even a bit more refreshing for others; Particularly in such a self positivity, bettering self, competitive life path set in front of humans now-a-days. "Be positive" "Work hard and you'll achieve anything" "No matter what you'll over come this" "You're stronger than you think, keep pushing" The same stale rhetoric of toxic positivity force fed to us like Sunday communion in childhood churches we were chained to by parental obligation. Speaking on Parental decisions obligating us to beliefs we didn't chart for ourselves; I feel like we've all been chained to SOMETHING due to our parents obligation of their beliefs or how they chose to live for themselves and dragged us through those very decisions in their times. The very times we ourselves are trying to carve out for ourselves, currently in these times. Constant states of wanting to "fix yourself" "fix your situation" "don't be negative" "If you slept more you'd feel better" "If you ate better, you'd feel better" "If you lost/gain weight you'll feel better" "Go on Meds" "Get off meds" All these things constantly flying around to do better; endless blogs, endless videos, shorts, pictures. Well with this blog that's just going to be out the window; we get enough of that slammed into our blood streams like a thick medication our veins choke on.

This is going to be a brash, curt, and a diligently painful sounding blog of endless yammering and possible whining, and plenty of pissed off vibes. Spite, Caffeine and fueled by a constant stomach ache of humans I am obligated to endure interacting with. Societal standards that I hate, but have to bow to like a rotten kidney punch. Work places I hate, older generations that dictate me or my success as a grown human. Being nearly 30 years old and still being infantilized by those older than me (like holy hell when are they gonna lighten up on the horse reigns *FUQ*) Ya, so if you're looking for "betterment" "positivity" or a "wellness blog" It's not here; I would say that this is the sickening counter cousin to those types of blogs: Be warned it's gonna be one weird pill to swallow and an even more uncomfortable bed to lay in. You yourself are the "Goldilocks" of this blog; Is it too soft? Too hard? Or just right? I guess you'll have to follow and find out.

[hexalith2]

And this other clown , please leave me alone neo you stink like alcohol son and shi8 feces , not even 300 billion rand could make a human hang out with a piece of stinking shi8 like that rippin us off for gas money and shi8 parties with drugheads on rsa farms he organizes with cocaine fiend depp , just go fuq yourself , your a arab shite cheapskate arsehole like Charlize

[sylsdiary]

7/5/24 2:05am (French time)

My anxious thoughts about R:

What if he’s falling out of love because I’ve been so annoying and get so many mood swings?

What if he still loves his ex?

What if he’s not attracted to me?

Is he just using me as a rebound?

Do I love him more than he loves me?

Now, “what would you say to your best friend?”

1. You haven’t been annoying. Stop don’t say that. Everything youve been upset about has been valid. Cooking for another girl? Valid. Not putting in effort? Valid. Anything beyond those things, you’ve apologized! And all the small things you only got frustrated with because of other bigger circumstances that are all understandable. If he doesn’t have the patience to still love you through these very valid and understandable situations, he 100% doesn’t deserve you and you wouldn’t wanna be with someone like that. I know you’re thinking “But I think I’m the problem…”. You’re not a problem. You are not a problem!!! You are a human with real human emotions and experiences who deserves empathy kindness and love while dealing with those emotions. Again, if he cannot offer you those then you do not want to be with him. And also, he has given you all of that! He has. He’s been very kind every time you’ve needed to talk and has never been angry at you for needing to feel your emotions. So yes, if he doesn’t want to be nice to you while you feel your emotions then good riddance but that’s not the case! So no need to stress about it. I know sometimes you’re thinking but like what if he gets fed up with it?? Ok girl what if!!! What if a meteor strikes earth rn. Like what if! (The answer to that first question is this: You would be better off without him and you’d go off and live your bad bitch single 21 year old life da fuq)

2. I know that’s hard. That’s really hard. But you know that is not your business! That thought does not deserve real estate in your head. There’s nothing that you can ever ever ever do to win against that thought. Simply don’t give it attention. It’s an irrational anxiety thought! When that thought comes up tell yourself “He has chosen to be with me. Anything outside of that is none of my business”

3. Gorllluhhhhhh. Not attracted to you??? That’s rlly illogical. Like actually fr that’s rlly not logical. I know you’re thinking ugh but what abt how we don’t have a lot of sex or what about that one time he was soft. Sex drive is really different for some ppl and also sometimes some ppl aren’t in the mood! It’s disappointing sometimes but NOT a reflection of you. At all. Sex drive has so many factors. This is something you can talk about with him once he’s back, and maybe once he’s back it won’t be such a problem!

4. If if if if. There’s no evidence that he is. He treats you very kindly. Flowers to your fh game. Cooks dinner for you. Pays for every date. Flowers delivered. Custom plaque and keychains. He stays up late wakes up early to say good morning good night. He holds you when you cry. He is patient with you when you’re having bad times. He listens intently and fixes behaviors you don’t like. All these behaviors prove this anxious thought wrong.

5. You have to recognize that a lot of this is just an amplified emotional consequence from being long distance. It’s so hard to feel truly loved from afar! This is a normal feeling and again you cannot trust this anxiety thought. And even if this were to be true, no need to fear! If you’re not feeling everything, you’re missing everything!!! Love big love hard and don’t stop or limit yourself just because you’re afraid of getting hurt. Feel everything deeply❤️

[strigoithing]

There is nothing wrong with being a “Racist Correctly”.

Without being an arsehole about being a racist. You can be a racist, and not be an arsehole about it. It’s called Preferences. White supremacy is not always about being a Racist. In the beginning of time, white people ran with white people, and when we stopped things started going to shat. You can believe me or not, but its true.

I don’t go outside my race. When I have African American friends it always ends up being a bad thing. You know when it comes down to it, you want a white girl because “that’s a different thing”. I mean I have African American neighbors and its either a messy home or a very clean one but still there is always some dirty thought or a negative thought about them or them about YOU.

I am not sorry the little shat blog of The Lady Gwinurrer or whatever has an issue with me being a Trump supporter, Not gay and Not into whatever is trying to be mainstream. She told me to go fuck myself. LOL That’s cute.

[plush-rabbit]

Marks Against Their Back - Lucifer and Diavolo

Request: obey me req!! waaah maybe hc reactions to a fem mc who during ~steamy time~ tends to dig her nails into her man's back, leaving scratches n marks 👁? maybe she doesnt even realize it until she sees their back absolutely fuqqed up and is like "ayo what happened??" hcs or scenario, however u wanna write it is fine, all of your works are DIVINE. im mostly thinking of Luci and Diavolo, but if you have any ideas you can add or remove anyone!! wahdkskjf im sorry if this is vague I'll rewrite it if you need me to!! have a good night and take care of yourself sweetheart!

A/N: Left it at the two bois since that’s what was mainly requested(●'◡'●)

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Diavolo:

It takes a lot of strength to leave a mark in someone’s back- even more so in a Demon Prince’s back. Diavolo is actually quite proud of your marks and if he could, he would have gladly showed them off. The morning after he receives the marks, he can't help but stare at them, letting his eyes trail down the ragged edges, to where they grow faint and stop just before where his ribs begin to curve.

While the scars will fade eventually, a part of him doesn’t want them too. They’re from you- like a gift that you gave him. He’s been marked before in all sorts of ways and meanings, but to come from you, it means something else. You had scratched him- dug your nails into his skin and left him hissing in pleasure, and to him, that means everything. The pads of his fingers are calloused as his arm reaches around his back to touch against the tip of a scratch, the skin still tender and pink. His mouth is parted as his eyes follow every line and there’s a hint of smile as he lets his arms fall, his skin now cold and empty without your hands.

He wonders if he can go to the beach sometime soon, an excuse to go and show off your marks, to let the world know that you were the one to do that to him, that you slept with a Prince. Your name is echoed in the bathroom, a sweet symphony on his tongue that makes his chest fill with air. It doesn’t take long until you approach, peeking your head in between the parted door. He catches your eyes quickly, jerking his head over his shoulder with a boyish smile graced against his lips, as he signals you to look at his back.

Worry floods you and in turn, confusion floods him. You fret over him, asking him what had happened, if you should go and get a first aid kit- questioning if he even has one around considering just how careful Barbatos is and all your worry is put to a stop as he laughs. He figures that you had no idea that you had caused that, holding your hands in his and letting his lips graze against the tips of your fingers.

You tilt your head, a pout on your lips as you ask him what had happened, his merry nature signaling to you that everything is well- or at least not dire. It’s a simple explanation that he takes great joy in being able to tell you that it was you who had caused such lovely red lines to appear against his back. His head turns as you walk around him, your hand warm against him, and your lips even more so, a pleasant kiss pressed against the end of his scratch and when you turn around, his arms catch you. Diavolo is gentle, keeping you snug against him as your hands cup over his breasts. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around you and he isn’t worried at the marks against him, his eyes are soft, love melted into the gold, as he tells you how he would prefer if you do it again another time.

Lucifer:

It’s a passionate night if you were to leave your marks against his skin rather than the other way around. Lucifer is bare in front of the bathroom mirror, his eyes falling on where your lips had trailed, red marks linger around his neck and soft bruising is ghosting over his collarbone. He turns and in the mirror, red catches his eyes.

He’s left with an odd feeling in his stomach. At first, he scoffs with a smug smirk on his face, impressed that you could even mark someone like him. However, the longer that he stares at them, the more that he realizes just how close your scratches had touched near his scars. Each curved line inches close to where his two wings used to be, each red line is bright and almost painful if he were to stretch the wrong way, pulling on the skin that’s so reminiscent of the time he fell. Each and every line stings and burns against the cold air, the surrounding skin is kissed pink and he’s left with his eyes burning into the very place where your hands once touched, a mixture of feelings coursing through him.

Alone in the bathroom, the mirror on the wall reflects him and when he blinks, you stand against the door, a robe pulled close to you, exposing the valley of your breasts and your smile is teasing, until it falls, confusion written over your face. You’re quick to frown, pointing at his back and asking what happened to him- making a poor attempt at a joke of a prank actually affecting him. A part of him is playfully annoyed that you think he would be so careless to let himself be marred by some juvenile prank. In that same breath, he realizes that you have no idea what you had caused.

You must not have realized what you had done last night nor realized just how sharp your nails are. He laughs, shaking his head and turning back around, the mirror now only of you and him, his back hidden from view. Your hand is warm as it touches against him, goosebumps pricking over his skin and he pulls away, a grimace over his face as you stick your tongue out at him.

The sound of rushing water fills the room and slowly steam begins to fill the room, a light cloud that emanates from the the shower and creeps over the mirror with each passing second as Lucifer waits for the water to be the perfect temperature. The explanation is simple, his words cool and to the point that you had been the one to scratch him- not some silly prank. He gets to have the satisfaction of watching your face scrunch up as you realize that it was you indeed that had marked him during last night. His lips press against the tip of your nose, and he tells you that it’s no need to worry, that he’ll heal and if willing, he’d love to see your marks against his body. You stumble over your apology and he shakes his head, pulling you inside the shower with him, the water burning against his cuts as his arms tighten around you and his lips press against your shoulder.

[violetnotez]

Haaaaiiii! I don't know if you've done this before, but can you do a headcanon with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari (separately) dating a slim thicc reader who's waaaaay to kind to everyone for her own good? Sorry if that was specific lol. It just suits my life.

HC: Slim Thicc + Overly Nice Reader | BNHA

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

Music Collection | Tip Jar | Requests!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

Shop Owner Note: The fuq how did you describe me in four words lmaoooo-I really liked this idea alot!!!!! Also I only did Bakugo, Izuku and Shoto caus emy brain got fried, so hope thats okay!

Midoriya

THIS GIF ISNT APART OF THE HC AT ALL I JUST FOUND IT AND NOW IM FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAYYYY😳😳

Midoriya most definitely drink his respect women juice

He was raised by his mother after all

BUT

doesnt mean the boy cant be a little perverted-

He just loves your body!!!!!

How can he NOT love everything about it, from the way your school tights slightly squeeze your thighs to the point where he feel like he cant breath

Or when you wear his shirts and its tighter around the chest and flowy around you waist

Mmmmmm lets not forget your hero suit- this man would probably kiss the shoes of the person who made your suit

Cause DAMN they really made it as tight as possible and he just loves it sm

Lets be real this dude has probably popped a boner by accident just thinking about your hero suit 😶

ANYWAYS 💀💀💀💀

He is very much respectful about you and keeps his raging hormones horniness to himself

He is ALWAYS making sure you feel comfortable in your relationship, whether its from holding hands to cuddling, he will always make sure you give your consent

Now, when it comes to your kindness, this is something Midoriya probably loves the most about you

But he does find it really concerning when he notices you say “yes” to everything somebody asks you to do for them

And running yourself down, not looking as energetic as yourself

He is very observant, so he notices little things that signal you are little overwhelmed 

Like your clothes arent as perfectly ironed as they used to be, you seem to be forgetting your own things while remembering to bring everybody else’s, your smile seems strained, and you just look stressed

He is so incredibly empathetic- it pains him to his s/o look so distraught 

It does anger him a bit that these people can so easily take advantage of you, and not even care that you arent feeling your best because of what they asked of you

But he swallows down the anger, offering to help you with whatever you need at your dorm room

He tries to make it as stress free as he possibly can, bringing your favorite snacks and playlist of music to calm your mind

But at some point hed give you a very gentle talk,,,,

He knows you havent been feeling too great, whether you deny it or not, and he wants you to know that its perfectly okay to not say “yes” to every person

He knows you mean well and you want to help everyone out of the generosity of your heart, and he loves that about you

But you as a person are important, and you come first over anyone

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Bakugo

Like Midoriya, just LOVES your body

Like cmon, how can he NOT

Dude is a ass+boob man change ma mind 

At first he deifnitely denies it-

Him??? Stare at your ass??? Pshh he was looking at the oven baka, if anything your ass was blocking his view-

You would know you caught him red handed cause he face would get redder than Momo’s hero suit and he would actually stutter—-

Which would make him extrmeely annoyed and he’d be cussing a storm+be in a grumpy mood for an hour or two

But once you two get more comfortable in your relationship-

NO HOLDING BACK

He will have use every opportunity to just be meannnn

And by mean

I mean turn slapping your ass into some sick game

Like if you dont yelp and cuss him out whats the point?

Once he slapped you so hard he legit left his big ass hand print on your butt cheek and you were about to slap his smug ass back....

But off a 50ft building  🙃

Also a big softie too

Like when you to cuddle he loves cuddling into your chest 🥺🥺

To him it’s just so comfyyyyyyyyyy

Honestly, Bakugo can’t understand at all how you can be so nice to people

It confuses him???? But he finds it really....nice???

Like half the stuff you do for people Bakugo wouldn’t ever dream of doing

He knows he’d either give that person an intimidating, dirty look or just laugh at them, cause yeah right he’d waste his time with their stupid problems

Ouchhhhhhhh

But you are totally different than him-you had a lot more patience and sympathy than he had, always coming to everyone’s rescue it seemed like

He finds it attractive and to him, it confuses the hell out of him how he does

But what bothers him is how much time you spend away from him

He won’t ever admit it, but he feels lonely when you’re not around

And what’s even worse-is by the time you do hang out with him, your too tired to even properly pay attention to him after running around and doing everything for everyone else

Bakugo the Attention Whore

One day this dude would have enough, as he’s been getting the bad end of the stick for a good couple of weeks——

He just barges into were ever your at, and doesn’t give to shits what so everrrrr

Bakugo has one mission in mind: getting his s/o back

Wouldn’t acknowledge anyone but you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the room even if your protesting with him

“The hell are you doing Bakugo, let go-“

“No 😠”

“Pleaseeeeeee I was in the middle of working on something-“

“I said NO 😠😠😠”

Angry Pomeranian Activated

Once stop dragging you until he locks you in his room, forcing you to hear him out

He HATES being emotional or open, but at that, he starts spilling his guts through gritted teeth and choppy sentences,,

Saying that you waste too much time in thise “extras”, that they don’t deserve as much time as you give them, and that you have more “important” things than do all their work for them

*cough cough him being the more important thing

But hoenstly, you feel a little bad for him,,,,,

So you compromise with him and promise you’ll spend more time on him

He’s pretty happy with that,

but now he takes it one step further to make sure you deifnitely have enough time to hang out with him

If he’s around when someone asks you for help, he’ll cut them off and lie straight theough his teeth, saying you two have a “date” and squeezing you close to him with an iron grip

“Wait-Bakugo-we didnt have a date planned-“

“Tsch, now we do-“

Shoto Todoroki

I have said this timeeee and timeeee againnnn

But Shoto really is the definition of innocence

So really, it wouldn’t ever dawn on him on how killer his s/o’s body is

He’s just kinda like....yeah I know they have a butt and chest? Doesn’t everyone?😶

This poor Boi someone help him

It only really sets it after a few months of being together that he’s actually really, really in love with your body

Like how did he never notice how good you look in leggings?

Or how soft and comfortable your chest is?

And why does he want you to squeeze him with your thighs? 😳

Hormones are ragingggggg

And also veryyyyyyyy protective over you

Shoto is very observant and quiet in social situations, usually opting to check out his surroundings instead of trying to be sociable

So he’ll catch from time to time classmates commenting on you and your figure, and it never sits very well with him

At first when these incidences happened he was very conflicted, not understanding this intense jealousy and need to protect you

But after a while of contemplating his feelings, he understood it was because he was protective of you

And ohohoohohoh

This man is PROTECTIVE

He does little things you would never reallly notice until you actually do

Like when he takes you home after hanging out or a date, he lingers a little longer outside your door to make sure you’re inside safely

Or when you’re walking together he will make sure your walking inside the street and away from the cars

Also has a tendency to grab your waist or your hand when a group of men come your way

He just gets paranoid okay 🥺🥺🥺

And because he’s so protective, he doesn’t practically like that you’re being taken advantage of sometimes because of your kindness

Especially when it comes to other men

On a few occasions Shoto has spotted you in a sticky situation with a guy who was being a little too close for comfort

It would make you uncomfortable of course, you had a boyfriend you already loved a lot-

but you felt kind of bad just being a total bitch to this guy who desperately wanted a chance

So you’d just awkwardly laugh and smile with their stupid pick up lines, trying your best to be polite but also show you weren’t interested

But Shoto at this point has radar for when your in trouble, and just pops out of nowhere 💀

He’s not the type to flaunt his relationship by impulsively kissing you or anything like that, but he’ll show it in subtle ways

Like calling you “dear” or wrapping his arm around your waist

Honestly, the look of pure relief and comfort in your face shows more than Shoto could have ever done,,,

And that Shoto was deifnitely someone that was more than just a “guy fiend” and soemthing like that

Also Shoto would give them a look that could kill and that instantly scares the shit out anyone lmao

These dudes faces would deflate like balloons real quick, cause at this point everyone knows who Shoto Todoroki is

And how the hell can they compete with that

Instant “oh shit my bad” type energy

After those incidents, Shoto locks down way harder

He practically has you glued to his side, and he doesn’t let go

Like at all

Get used to it cause for the rest of the day Shoto is gonna be following you around like some body guard 💀

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[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

What da fuq...is wrong with this girl??? Holy fucking hell, Jam, gurl, take care of yourself and watch out. That's some textbook stalker behaviour. Please stay safe!

And please don't listen to that crackhead.

Have you thought about filling a report against her?

Well, a bit difficult to file a report against an internet person, but I keep it in mind.

And I will, thanks for the concern.

Please everyone, don't be concerned about me. All your words of support are very sweet and appreciated!

I'm not shedding one tear about this girl and she's mostly just annoying af. Also feeling very sorry for everyone who has to go through the same shit and who also gets harrassed. I feel you and if you wanna talk about it, feel free to send a message. ♥ (No, not you, Oleksandra.)

But I'm dealing more than fine with this thing and will continue to block her and delete her messages and whatever she sends. But after things escalated quite a bit today I just wanted to put the spotlight on it, because I refuse to be silent about harrassement. (You behave shitty towards me? Well, get ready to be called out.)

And besides that person: 99,9% of the people in this fandom are very awesome people! ♥

[0jhopes-lost-sprite0]

𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

Childish! Jungkook x BadGirl! Y/n

A/n: sorry if I make any mistakes I tried my best :3

Written: 2021 11 June Published: 2021 22 July

~"Y/n! My mom said we can go to the park!" Younger Jungkook shouted. He came running over to while you were looking at this weird teddy bear. "Y/n?" Jungkook said. "Oh, Sorry I was just looking at this weird teddy bear" You answered while pointing at the light pink teddy bear. "Hmm.. It looks like.." Jungkook said. He was still thinking about what the teddy bear reminded him of. " Jungkook-ah! Mom said we need to go." Jin (Jungkook's older brother) shouted. Jungkook stopped looking at the teddy bear and gave you a necklace. " I wanted to give you this to remind you of our friendship!". He explained. Before you could respond Jungkook waved goodbye and went inside his house.~

"Heh..you still didnt come back..." you mumbled. Remebering that memory was painful especially since Jungkook never came back. " Class! We have a new student" Mr.Lee said. "Hi...Im Jungkook and I hope to be friends with you!" He said. You almost chocked on the piece of gum you were chewing. "Jungkook? Here? No way!" You thought."Right.. you can sit next to...Y/n!" Mr lee said while pointing to you. You scoffed in reply. As soon as he sat down next to you he asked " Y/n? Y/n Y/L/N?" You ignored him. You tried your hardest to ignore him but a sound escaped your mouth " Hmp!" You angrily said.

After class finished your best friends Taehyung and Jimin came straight after you asking you questions like " Is that the Jungkook you were talking about? Does he still want to be your friend?" You simply answered with a shrug. You didnt know how to feel about meeting Jungkook , You dont even know if hes your friend. Jungkook went up to you. " Y/nnie~ Why are yo-" "Shut up! Just leave me alone!" I shouted. Then I left to go to my next class. Taehyung ran after me.

| 𝕁ungkooks ℙ.𝕆.𝕍|

Why is she being so stubborn! I just want to be friends with her again just like the old times...

~"Jungkookie I bet you can't catch me!" Y/n shouted. She was running into the forest but Jungkook catched her and tickled her. " J-Jungkookie! Stop tiggling me! Hehe" Y/n said while trying to hold back her laughter.~

I had to go to my next class. " Jungkook~ I'm sure she'll come back to you! Why is she so special anyway?" Jimin asked. "I'll tell you after class" I answered. The teacher was talking really loudly but I couldn't really care I was mostly focusing on Y/n and her beautiful smile, Her soft skin and her Hazel brown eyes.

|~𝕐/𝚗𝚜 𝙿.𝙾.𝚅~|

"Right! Your partners are.....Taehyung and Jimin! Ari and Yuri! Y/n and Jungkook!" Mr.Kim shouted. "But-!"I was going to say something but Mr.kim cut me off. "No buts!" He told me. I looked over at Jungkook as he showed his bunny smile at me. He only smiled at 𝗆𝖾 it was weird but I guess hes desperate to be friends again.

"Y/n we'll do the project at my house!" He exclaimed. I just nodded my head in reply. We started working on our project when my phone rang. "I have to take this call I'll be right back!" I told him. I ran out of his house and sat down on his porch. I answered the call and was about to speak but I was interrupted by Taehyung. "Y/n~ Did you and jungkook get along?" Taehyung annoyingly said. "Tae why did you call me?" I asked ignoring his question. "Um.....Good question, I actually don't know..But me and Jimin were drunk last night!" He exclaimed. "Seriously Tae?....Bye!" I said as I ended the call. I went back inside to see Jungkook had finished half of our project. "I ....I wanted to finish quick so, you can do the other half!" He told me with a bunny smile on his face. I sighed in reply and started finishing the other half of the project.

2 Hours later

I finally finished and it was 9 am already! I looked over at Jungkook who was sleeping and just left without a sign. I ran over to Jimins house and used the spare keys to open the door. Only to find Jimin on the floor sleeping and Taehyung sitting down in a corner. "Right! How drunk did you guys get?" I asked curiously. "Well we nearly drank 3 bottles of bear, before Jimin passed out of course" Taehyung explained. I went over to Jimin and hit him with a pillow. "Ow! What was that for!" He shouted. "I knew you were fake sleeping!" I said.

|𝕁ungkooks 𝑃.𝑂.𝑉|

I woke up from my slumber to find that Y/n was gone without a trace. I picked up my phone and called her but she declined them. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 9 am! That she stayed overnight...but where did she sleep? Wait am I forgetting something....SCHOOL!

|Y/ns P.O.V|

"C'mon we have to go to school!" I shouted as I pulled Taehyung and Jimin into the bus and sat them down. While the bus was driving us to school I opened my phone and I had 5 missed messages from Joonie and 16 missed calls from Michael Jacksons twin(The nickname for Jungkook).

📱 Joonie: Y/n! Yoongi said you leaked his phone number online!

📱 Y/n: Bruh..He doesn't know how to take a joke smh

The bus doors opened so, I had to go. Me Jimin and Tae came into the entrance of our school and there was Carly, Carly and her crew bullys us alot. "Well well, it seems like Y/n has an eye for the new student!" Carly shouted gaining everyone's attention. "Dont you know that Jungkook is mine? Well even if he wasn't with me he wouldn't like you!" She exclaimed while telling everyone to laugh. I had enough of this so I walked pass her but, she grabbed my hair. "Why are you running away? Are you a pussy? Hmm" She said while pulling my hair harder. I grabbed her leg and punched her face. "Nope it seems like your just a dumbass!" I shouted. Namjoon came from behind her and stopped the fight "Girls you both need to sto-" Namjoon was about to tell us to stop but I kicked Carly in her face and she went flying. "Jungkook is not yours and never will be! So stop pretending!" I screamed at her. Jungkook came in and heard me. " Y/n...Let's go" Taehyung said. Then we left like but I showed Carly my middle finger.

In the Principals office

"Y/n......This is the second time you've been here in my office, Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Mr.Jung asked. I shook my head and looked down at the floor. "If it carries on you'll have to be suspended!" He said. "Now get out of my office please" I walked out of his office and someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me in the janitors room.

"Y/n! it's me Jin remember?" He said. I nodded my head in reply. "Jungkook missed you but, you keep on ignoring him...Why?" Jin asked. "You know why! He broke his promise actually 2 of them!, He said he would protect me but when me and Carly fought he did nothing and he said he would never leave me!" I shouted. Tears formed an ocean under my eyes drowing my face. He wiped my tears as I saw pity in his eyes. "He didn't want to leave you! He was forced to leave!" Jin replied with shocking news. I hugged Jin for comfort and he hugged me back. "I'll try to be friends with him again! I promise you" I exclaimed with a determined expression.

Outside of School

I ran up to Jungkook and walked with him. "Why are you walking with me?" Jungkook asked. "I....I want to be friends again just like when we were little! I understand if you don't wa-" He cut me off by hugging me, I was about to hug him back but he picked me up!

|Jungkook's P.O.V|

I didn't want her to finish her sentence so I hugged her and put her over my shoulder. "Jungkook....DA FUQ ARE YOU DOING!!" She shouted. "Just playing with my short friend" I told her while laughing. Jimin, Taehyung and Hobi were taking pictures of us and posting it on social media, well except from Taehyung he doesn't want to die from Y/n.

I ran all the way to her house and greeted her mom "Hi Auntie!" I said as I ran up to Y/n's room and threw her on her bed. "Are we friends again?" She asked. "Yes" I said. "Even though I wanna be more than friends..." I whispered but somehow she heard me. We both sat up and she kissed me. It was passionate and soft I only dreamed about this moment never thinking it would come true. I kissed her back. It was like we were in an unstoppable dream. We broke the kiss for air. "Maybe we can be more..." She said.

The End~

A/n: The end is kinda cringy 😬, but you can imagine what happens next hehehehe!