#i wanna really try to actually make something of this and not have it just be something i impulsively do and then abandon

[maskedbyghost]

With possessive reader what is it gonna be like when she’s decided it time Simon proposes? Like is she a this is the ring you buy me girl or is she a it’s a shame I don’t have a ring to show off to the bitches who dare to flirt with you girl?

I love your series so much! ❤️❤️❤️

I think possessive!reader is absolutely the “it’s a shame I don’t have a ring to flash at the girls eye-fucking you from across the room” kind of girl.

You’re not shy about it. You’re not coy. You don’t drop sweet little hints about marriage—you make it a goddamn territorial threat.

You don’t care about the wedding, you don’t care about the diamond, you just care about making it publicly known that Simon Riley belongs to you and no one else.

Something permanent. Something no one can argue with. You don’t want a pretty proposal under the stars; you just want a visible warning label on your man.

You’re out one night with him and a few of the guys, tucked into his side with your drink in hand, and you’ve already noticed the two girls sitting at the next table who won’t stop glancing over. They’re not even trying to be subtle about it—giggling, whispering, giving him looks that make your blood boil. Simon hasn’t noticed. He’s relaxed, laughing with Johnny, focused on his beer, and not paying attention. But you are. Of course you are.

You don’t even bother whispering when you say, “Y’know, if I had a ring on my finger, bitches might stop thinking they’ve got a shot.”

Simon turns and just stares at you. His mouth opens, then closes again, like he’s trying to figure out whether to be offended or terrified. You just keep sipping your drink, resting your hand on his thigh like nothing happened.

“Not asking,” you add. “Just saying. Might be smart to lock it down before someone gets hurt.”

Johnny chokes into his drink, but Simon doesn’t laugh. He just squints at you like you’ve grown horns, making you smile sweetly.

Later, back home, you’re in bed scrolling through your phone, and he leans over your shoulder to see three tabs open—engagement rings, all wildly different styles. When he raises an eyebrow, you don’t even try to hide it.

“What?” you say. “Just wanted to see what those other girls won’t be getting.”

He groans, mutters something about you being a menace, and rolls over with his arm flung over his eyes. You toss your phone aside, climb over him, and sit on his chest until he looks at you.

“I’m not saying you need to propose tomorrow,” you say, tone way too casual. “But I am saying if another girl makes a joke about how available you seem, I will propose to myself with your credit card and then beat her with the receipt.”

He looks up at you with that stunned face, like he’s not sure if he should argue or marry you right there.

You lean in, press your forehead to his, and whisper, “Just think about it, yeah?”

And yeah. He will. Right after he survives being so deeply and dangerously wanted by someone who’s already one bad look away from proposing for him.

And the bitch actually proposes after a fight one day.

You were on the couch, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the TV that wasn’t even on, trying to look unbothered even though your heart was still thudding from everything you’d screamed at each other half an hour ago.

Then, out of nowhere, he stopped in front of you.

“You think I’m leaving?”

You blinked up at him, annoyed already. “Did I say that?”

“No. But you look like you’re waiting for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

His hand went into his pocket. You almost laughed—because really, what now? Another excuse? A lighter for a stress smoke? A grenade?

But then he dropped something into your lap.

A ring.

You stared at it, your mind blank.

He didn’t kneel, didn’t soften. He looked exhausted and angry and—himself.

“You wanna throw shit at me for the rest of our lives? Fine. Say yes.”

You blinked again.

“I wanna fight with you and make up with you and argue about fucking curtains and then fuck you until the neighbors call the cops. Got it?” His voice cracked a little. “So say yes. Because I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

You picked up the ring and slipped it on like it was always meant to be there.

And then, without even looking at him, you muttered, “I was gonna carve my initials into your chest tonight but I guess this works.”

He sat down next to you with a groan and covered his face. “Fuckin’ psycho.”

You leaned into him, proud. “Yours.”

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[artstennisracket]

riding art in the amazon position while patrick fucks him… he can’t even form a thought atp

ohhhhh yeahhhhh. thank you cat (@artdcnaldson) for clarifying cuz I didn’t understand how this would work anatomically at first BUT now I see the vision 🙂‍↕️

cw: nsfw (18+) artrick x reader

I feel like this is something Art would want but he would never explicitly say. Or actually let’s be real Art doesn’t even know what the amazon position is. It’s not until Patrick reports back having just done it in his latest hookup, “Yeah it’s like she’s fucking you but she’s not. So fucking hot”

Art doesn’t get the appeal until he stumbles across a porn video with that exact position. Now Art, with a hand down his pants, watches the girl slam down on the guy while he cries out fuck me please please fuck me. As if that’s not enough, another guy comes into frame and Art is confused as how he would fit into the equation at first until—oh. Now the main guy in the video is being ridden amazon style while the second guy actually fucks him and fuck. Art cums so fast.

Art gets off to that video a few dozen times until you walk in on him watching it. He’s embarrassed and you don’t know why until you force him to show you what he’s watching and it all makes sense now. “That’s what you want huh? Want me to fuck you like that? Want Patrick to fuck you like that?” He nods biting his lip as you jerk him off, filling his head with thoughts of both you and Patrick.

When the day finally comes, he’s nervous. Not because he’s never had sex with Patrick before but because he’s never had sex with both you and Patrick together at the same time. You try your best to calm his nerves, coaxing him out of his clothes, long and sensual makeout sessions as you start to jerk him off, “Just relax, we just wanna take care you baby.”

You’re all naked on the bed, Art laying on some pillows with you sitting on his lap, while Patrick sits at the foot of the bed stroking himself as he watches you two. You get into position, pushing Art’s knees towards his chest and lining him up with your hole. You sink down slowly, taking a second to let your body adjust. It doesn’t take long until you’re slamming down against him, fucking yourself on his dick, “Please fuck me, need it, fuck me please,” he whines gripping your hips so tight.

Patrick starting to prep Art, adding one finger after another. Fingering Art whilst you fuck your self on his dick. Art is already a whiny mess and Patrick hasn’t even fucked him properly yet.

When Patrick does line himself up, he braces himself on your shoulders, pushing into Art. His head catches on Art’srim before he continues pushing deeper. Art gasps at the sensation. You riding him while Patrick pushes into him has to be top two euphoric experiences. You lean forward hands planted on either side of Art’s head, so he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. “You’re so greedy huh? Needed both me and Patrick to fuck you properly? Fucking slut,” you moan out as his tongue circles your nipple. Art whines, nodding in agreement.

Once Patrick starts really thrusting into Art, you try to match his pace. He’s grabbing at Art’s thighs, leaning against you just a tad, fucking into Art. “Taking us so well, fuck Art, you were made for this,” Patrick grunts out between thrusts. With all that stimulation, you both know Art won’t last very long, “Shit ‘m gonna cum, gonna fucking fill you up, fuck,” he moans spilling inside of you.

Patrick isn’t too far behind, you can feel his rhythm start to stutter. His hands moving to grab your boobs, pinching your nipples between his fingers, “Yes fuck, gonna cum inside you.” And with a few final thrusts he finishes inside Art.

Luckily they’re both up for round two, same position only this time Patrick puts it in your ass.

[strwberri-milk]

Нey Berry, I hope you're doing well)

Сan you please write LADS reaction when reader prank them moaning into his ear just to see their reactions?

Тhank uuu

Love ur works

as i write this ive got the slightest headache behidn my eyes bc i have a BITCH of a dry cough :((

Zayne is a little flustered but he doesn't act like it. He turns to you and tries to figure out if you're wanting something from him or just wanting to mess with him. When he realises it's the latter he'll tell you not to do something like that when he's busy. A lesser person may think he's angry with the slight curtness of his voice but you know it's because it actually sort of worked on him and now he needs a second to refocus. He's usually very good at keeping himself in check but not when you're involved.

Xavier's going to think you wanna go and he's going to start grabbing at you. You make a sharp noise of surprise when he pins you underneath him, his eyes seemingly innocent despite the way that his hips are beginning to press insistently against yours. It's so easy to tease him but that's just because he loves being close to you in every way conceivable. Your moan in his ear immediately has him at attention and if you tell him you were just messing he'll look so sad that you feel the need to let him do what he thought you were doing.

Rafayel is either going to act scandalised, telling you not to do that to someone as pure and innocent as him, or he's going to pin you down and tell you not to start things you can't finished. Either way, you're going to be a little startled at how brightly he looks at you afterwards. He'll sigh dramatically and tell you that if that's what you want then you should just take it from him, pulling you onto his lap with an almost evil grin.

Sylus is able to easily brush you off. He raises a brow in mild amusement, asking if there's something you need from him to be doing such things to him. He's working through some sort of research right now, but now you've slightly distracted him, making him turn to you as he waits for you to justify yourself. You're sorta stuck trying to figure out what a good excuse is as he turns back around with an amused chuckle, telling you that you'll need to up your ante if you're wanting to really distract him.

Caleb isn't going to let that slide. When you moan into his ear, like Xavier he's going to grab you. You find yourself in his lap as he just shrugs and tells you that clearly, he hasn't been giving you enough attention if this is what you're resorting to. You can try to escape but he won't let you, holding you close and telling you that you need to own up to something when you've started it.

[dantes-jacket]

Our little family

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: my friend @moon-cakiie and I were talking about how Nero sees you and Dante as his parents. So here are some headcannons about it <3

• Nero views you and Dante as his parents over Vergil

• You two have always been there for him and supported him no matter what

• While Dante always picks on him and goofs around, you’re always Nero’s biggest cheerleader

• Fair warning you will have to break up sparring sessions that turn into actual fights because these two are ALWAYS trying to one up one another

• Meal time is some of the best memories you three will have together, everything is finally peaceful and calm so you three can enjoy one another’s presence

• You think Dante is protective over you? Nero takes it to ANOTHER LEVEL. To the point where Dante even is like “I’m not this bad right?” Or “Dude let her breathe and do whatever task she needs to do” Nero is ALWAYS looking after his mom

• But Dante is protective over both of you, he’d rather die than have one of you get hurt or even die

• If you and Dante are arguing or in a disagreement sometimes you’ll say “This is why Nero is my favorite Sparda”

• DANTE WILL BE SOOOO OFFENDED AT THIS

• He will do everything in his power to take that title back (he’s sulking and following you around like a lost puppy)

• He’ll give Nero the NASTIEST stink eye

• Nero just laughs and thinks it’s funny

• But if Dante pisses him off when you two are fighting OH MAN HE USES IT TO HIS ADVANTAGE

• Nero = king of blackmail

• Dante will say or do something and Nero runs right to you and says “Dante is being mean!”

• And you scold Dante like he is your own child

• Dante is shocked so really makes sure to not piss either of you off when this situation pops up

• When both of them are gone off on missions they already count down the days until they can see you again

• They try to do the job faster so they can back home

• When they do come back home they always stop and get you flowers or some kind of mini gift

• All they wanna do is express their gratitude to you and make you happy again because they know you were sad while they were gone

• HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS

• You three are always hugging

• Normally you’re hugging them before they leave and when they come back home, but if there’s ever an emotional moment with Nero you’ll hug him. Even Dante will

• Dante promises to always watch over him and have his back no matter what the future holds for the both of them

• Also you fuss over them all the time especially after missions

• They’ll always be like “I’m fine”, “you don’t have to” BUT NEVER PUSH YOU AWAYYYYY

• Dante doesn’t because it reminds him of his mom and how gentle she was when he was a kid

• Nero doesn’t because it’s the first time someone is physically showing worry and care about him, he doesn’t have the heart to push you away because deep down he enjoys the attention

• Game nights are a frequent in this household

• It gets heated fast and normally turns into a fight between Dante and Nero

• They’ll start throwing stuff at one another and wrestle one another

• But they immediately stop when you raise your voice then they immediately apologize and clean up the mess

• So if they are in a ban from game nights because of how they destroyed the place, it’s movie

• Most movies Nero accidentally guesses the plot twist in the movie, he’ll deadass just joke and say “oh the husband isn’t the killer it’s definitely the training police officer, he was definitely having an affair with the dead wife”

• AND HE GETS IT RIGHT

• You and Dante are like how???

• Nero apologizes and says he won’t do it again but it always happens now

• These two are also chronic workers

• They’ll stay up most of the night and fall asleep in the office

• But you’ll always throw a blanket on them and give each of them a little forehead kiss

• Actions are a big thing with the Sparda boys but they love words of encouragement from you

• But they always try to reciprocate your words but they aren’t the best with words BUT THEY’LL ALWAYS TRY FOR YOU

• You’re all just one happy and loving family who also happens to be dysfunctional but you three wouldn’t trade it for the world

[bloomseishiro]

DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — rin doesn’t drink often, and you begin to realize maybe that’s a good thing. 

itoshi rin x reader. fluff, confessions, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, best friends to lovers :3, pro soccer player!rin, rin is drunk and sappy 

word count. 1.6k

Despite Itoshi Rin’s popularity, he really wasn’t one to go out much. 

He thought parties and clubs were a useless waste of time that could instead be spent practicing soccer, weight training, or even resting his body for a faster recovery.

So when you were visiting him overseas and begged him to take you to a party, you were surprised that Rin actually agreed. What was even more shocking was that he drank enough alcohol to get intoxicated. 

Was this really the same Rin you knew? Sure, you haven’t seen your best friend in a while, but you knew this was uncharacteristic for him. 

“I cannot believe you drank this much,” you groan as he leans his weight against your body. You all but had to drag him into an Uber so you could both get home safely. “Isn’t this usually the other way around?” 

“Bad week,” he mumbles, unlocking his door after inputting the wrong numbers into the keypad twice already. “Really bad.”

Rin takes off his shoes before heading over to his kitchen, his movements didn’t have the same calculated grace as normal. You frown as you follow after him, gingerly taking the glass from his hands that he was trying to fill with water, and pouring it yourself. 

“Here,” you say, handing it over to him. “Why was your week so bad? You didn’t text me about it. I don’t think I got any texts from you, at least.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t wanna talk about it. Sae… We lost to his team during last week’s game.” 

Your face falls as you rush to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me? You should’ve called, Rin! And you should’ve told me last week’s game was against him. I could’ve asked for an extension on my project and flown over to be with you.”

With a heavy sigh, Rin closes his eyes and drowsily leans his cheek onto the top of your head. “No. You kept talking about how important that project was for work. Couldn’t bother you.” 

“You should bother me more,” you say with a pout, struggling to stay upright with all his weight on you. “I’m your best friend. You can lean on me.”

He does and you almost slip. Rin catches himself before you topple over and shoots you a lazy smile. 

Even as his close friend, a smile from Rin isn’t something you see often. To witness him drunk and so disarmed was definitely a once-in-lifetime chance. 

“Thought you said I could lean on you,” he murmurs. 

“Figuratively,” you retort, pinching his alcohol-flushed cheeks affectionately. “Come let’s go to the couch and talk.”

“No,” he says stubbornly. “My bed.”

You eye the spiral staircase leading up to the second floor where the master bedroom was located and sigh. “Okay.”

At least you didn’t have to worry about not working out enough today. Half-carrying Rin around was more than enough cardio and weight training for you. 

Somehow, you manage to make it up the stairs and onto his bed, only dropping him twice along the way, much to your credit. You plop onto his plush sheets in satisfaction and he takes a seat next to you. 

“Now, tell me what else has been bothering you,” you demand, gesturing for him to follow suit and lay down beside you. 

His intoxicated state must make him compliant, since he listened without any protest. “I thought after all these years, I’d prove I’m better than him. But he still won.” 

“You are better than him,” you insist. “You’re my best friend, so you’re automatically just better. And you’re the best soccer player I know!” 

“Do you know many?” he says dryly. 

“Well, no.”

He snorts, attempting to flick your forehead but missing and getting your temple instead. 

You playfully swat his hands away and Rin lightly pushes back. As if you’re children again, the swatting transforms into a harmless push and pull and ends in a fit of play wrestling. Of course, you have the willpower of a mountain and the desire to always win, and you end up sitting on top of Rin, your legs on either side of his body to pin him down. 

“I win!” you proclaim. “And I won’t get off until I hear you say, ‘I’m the best striker in the world and next time I face him, I will beat Sae’s scrawny ass!’” 

He lays there in surrender, but a wild glint in his eye tells you that, if he wanted, he could flip you over with ease. Even in his drunken state. 

“I’m not saying that,” he deadpans.

“Then I guess I’m never getting off.” 

“That’s not the threat you think it is,” says Rin, his hand lazily resting on the back of your thigh. 

You blink. Normally, you would take those words as flirting of sorts, but you knew he was drunk and likely didn’t mean anything by it, so you simply shrugged it off. It’s hard to ignore the burn of his palm on the coolness of your upper thigh, but you try to appear unaffected. 

“Fine, you don’t have to say it, but just know it’s true,” you say with a sniff, discreetly sliding off him to lay down away. 

Reluctantly, Rin lets go of your thighs and allows you to detach yourself from him. 

“And next time,” you turn your head to the side to face him, “don’t keep these things from me! I don’t care how busy I am with work. You’re my best friend. I’ll watch your game or visit you if you ever need me.”

Rin slowly reaches his hand out to smooth over the hairs on your eyebrow, his touch so delicate it surprises you. 

Did drinking always make Rin this affectionate? you wonder worriedly. Suddenly, you were glad he didn’t like to go out to parties much. 

“I’m glad you came,” he says quietly, his words mixing into a lazy slur. “This week was shit but it’s better now that you’re here.”

“Good. I’ll always be here for you, Rin.”

He closes his eyes and nods. “Being with you feels like home. Doesn’t matter if we’re in Japan or overseas. Just need you here.”

Your cheeks warm at his heartfelt tone that you really aren’t used to hearing at all. 

Hiding your feelings of bashfulness, you say, “You’re so drunk, aren’t you?”

Rin’s brows crease in frustration. “No. Well— Yes, but that’s not why I’m saying that.”

“Suuure,” you drawl, booping his nose gently. “It’s okay, Rinnie. I had a feeling you’d be a lovey-dovey drunk.”

“I’m not,” he scowls, a noise of irritation escaping him as he grabs your hand that kept touching his face.

You raise your brow at him questioningly. “You’re not? Then how can you explain your sappy behavior right now?”

Still frowning, Rin shifts his grip from your hand to your wrist, holding it firmly. “Because it’s you. I’d only be this cringe and stupid around you. Because for whatever reason, I like you.”

You try to wriggle your hand away to hide your face in embarrassment, but his grasp is too strong. Your eyes dart around frantically, trying to avoid his intense stare, but, damn, is it hard to look away. 

Is he that drunk or did he mean it? Even if he was drunk, maybe he did still mean it… 

“I’m being serious,” says Rin, finally letting go of your wrist. “I may be a few drinks in but I mean it.”

A few drinks was certainly rounding-down, but you decided not to pester him. 

“You mean it now, but will you tomorrow when you’re sober?” you ask with a remorseful smile. “Let’s not complicate things just for you to regret it in the morning.”

Moving closer to you, Rin pokes the squish of your cheek and you giggle. “I won’t regret it.” 

“There’s no way you can be certain of that right now,” you say, and his face falls. “But I’ll still be here tomorrow. I’ll be here for you whenever you need. If you really do mean it, tell me again when you’re sober. Okay?”

“I will,” he vows, with a firm nod. “I’ll set a reminder on my phone.” 

“You’re so romantic,” you say sarcastically, scrunching your nose up at him. 

“Shut up.” 

Rin’s expression softens as he looks at you through the dim light of his bedroom lamp. You examine him as well. His lashes are as long as ever and you reach out to trace them. Rin’s eyes flutter shut at your touch. You notice his jaw and cheekbones are more defined, reminding you this isn’t the same round-faced kid you were once best friends with. 

This is Rin. The professional soccer player and famous athlete who is still your best friend, but could be more. 

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” he says again, brushing your hair out of your face. “But for now, can I give you this?” 

His face moves closer to yours and you shut your eyes in anticipation. Instead of a kiss on your mouth, you feel soft, warm lips against your forehead. Your heart skips a beat at the feeling and the moment Rin pulls away, you pull him back to hide your face in his chest. 

“Maybe you should get drunk more often,” you mumble teasingly, voice muffled in his shirt. 

“Don’t need to be drunk to do this. Not anymore.” 

Needless to say, you couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow and hear a fully sober confession from Rin. But for now, being here in his arms that feel like home is enough. 

[lily-claw]

First of all, im sorry if you took it as something rude because just because i mainly ship bkdk doesnt mean i dont like izuocha and i believe izuocha deserved better than this.

You actually said it on your own, Ochako had/has feelings for him and she deserves to be someone she likes. Yes, i agree but not in a rushed way, trying to make them look better in a chapter looked bad and she deserved better than that.

We can comment on an art as long as we do not act rude so i find it funny🤡 I think the way you say "THIS MEANS NOTHING" is way much more rude and its not only to other shippers but also for the artist bc wdym by"this means nothing?"

I think its like bnha's last chapters in a nutshell thingy but in one art lmao

Did you see Ochako's page in final fan book? We didn't see anything new about her program. The way horikoshi made it look lile her program isnt even close to bakugo and todoroki's remedial class is even worse. The only thing we saw was her trying to help a child to use his beaming(?) quirk to shot Lemillion' s butt💀💀 I've never said "i want her to be a lesbian for her dead lover so she can be happy" just how are you reading my comments? 😭😭

Also how does she not daydreaming about toga? We saw her seeing toga in her dreams, we saw her talking about toga with tsuyu, we saw her seeing toga giving a push to her when she was with izuku. Do you really mean that those were nothing or that was real? 🤔

And you know what, im gonna add toga deserved better tag there too since hori actually thought about letting her being alive. She deserved better too. She just died bc it was a way for her to take punishment. I dont understand how this would make anything better.

And also where do you know that bakugo never wanted to be with him? Or Izuku also has feelings for Ochako? Did horikoshi told you? Bc i remember him saying "imagine it" (sorry izuocha shippers deserved vetter too, he lowkey roasted you💀

Bakugo literally said "for the rest of our lives" thingy, and just after deku starting to be back in top numbers he got in top 5🤡🤡 even if he doesnt love him like you think, i dont think that he hates him bud🫠

I think Bakugo deserved better bc he looked so depressed in chapter 431. He was number 4 but just because his loud mouth, he became number 15. Then how the heck Endeavor stayed as number 2?? What actually changed in the system? Was he actually acting out of his place so he become number 15?? (and the way he become number 5 was also a lil bit weird lol did he just shut his mouth so he'd be more close to deku?? It doesn't feel good enough.)

Also weve never seen them having therapy ofc they deserved better than this ayo they all need therapy before anything 😭😭 according to psychology, the grieving process is an average of one year under normal circumstances so-🥴🥴

I really wanna know why you needed to say to me stop being delusional bc i genuinely thought that picture is funny

Also anyone can ship whatever they want as long as it doesnt harm anyone. We can joke about the ship situation as long as we dont actually try to hurt each other in any way. It really is not that much of a serious thing, you know? 🫠🫠

I dont think that i was trying to belittle izuocha, if you understood it that way im sorry that i hurt your feelings but the way you write this post doesnt look kind either. I hope you can write something like this in a more kind way if you are gonna write again because you dont look like you have any respect to me either.

I will also take out izuocha tag out from there if any izuocha shippers can give me an actual and kind comment about how it disrespects the ship.

The fact that noguchi cencored this bc he thought its sensitive... Guys, I think he is trying to cope while being known as Horikoshi's assistant.

It looks like that meme where deku asks "does your gf has to be here?" and uraraka responds as "does yours?" lmao I can't take this seriously...

[ilionessa]

Sukuna was attached. After living in the olden days (heian obviously. am i shakespeare now?), he was still new to this modern day shit. But it’s whatever, he’s getting used to it anyways, so it doesn’t phase you much at this point. :3

He’s tryin his best to adapt to this new life without being a bloodthirsty bastard, but he just needs somethin to be occupied to, you know? and he’s picked up a smoking habit. Not good. But again, he’s a fucking— no, THE king of curse who’s killed millions of people, soo.. can’t really get mad at him.

But he’s trying he’s best for you, he really is. He’s trying his best not to smoke around you ‘n all that other crazy shit, but like… it’s soo hard. He can’t smoke between the first few hours in the morning or night. The morning is understandable, but the night?? your literally joking. Smoking out at night for him is like free dopamine— free pleasure. He likes cigs more than vapes cuz of the burning sensation. Yeah… vapes have the most yummiest yet wildest tasty air, cigarettes just hit like that, boom. They hit different — like CRAZILY different. And if he even was to vape, you’d obviously smell that pink lemonade raspberry, blueberry — whatever shit in the house and immediately go to scolding. And he doesn’t wanna hear his pretty girl yap in his ear about not smoking, not again! for the seventh time, no. He doesn’t wanna make you mad ;( cuz then it makes him sad inside cuz he made his pretty girl mad about him smokin’ again. But you know, Sukuna’s stubborn, so he’ll conceal his evidence anyways. (with endless hours of having you flipped on yer back ‘n stomach trying all new positions ofcourse!!)

“‘kuna! fuck! what did i say ‘bout hitting that nasty shit up in here— eugh—!” you swat your hand in the air, trying to get the smell of fucking— strawberries and pineapple..? in the air, quickly hurrying to the bathroom to get some air freshener.

“oh. uh… ‘m sorry?” he tries his hardest to give a damn, but nothin’s that he says is even sympathetic or worrisome comin’ put his mouth. and honestly— it’s just frustrating you even more.

“i told you to stop doing that—“ you yank him by the ear harshly, tugging on it and nagging at him. “— do you wanna fucking die, sukuna?! shit.. ‘s like what i’m sayin’ is jus’ goes through one ear ‘n out the other.” you sigh in annoyance, rubbing your fingers against your temples, trying to relieve your stress (it’s not helping at all..)

“i swear ‘m sorry, pretty girl. don’t do that..” he pathetically whines into your shoulder like a damn baby, long ‘n huge arms wrapping around your body and bringing you closer to him. he’s a bit scared. just a lil’. you used his name— something that other worthless people call him— no cute, corny or ugly nickname. now that, that shakes him to his fucking core one hundred percent.

♡

Living in the city is kinda fun, yeah the cars are loud as shit at six in the damn morning, but there’s a lot to do that’s so close by. But then you’re getting weird looks at almost everyone ‘cause your boyfriend’s like fucking 7 feet. What the shit? But it’s not like you actually give a damn, Sukuna spoils you and treats you right soo… what do you have to worry about? He’s super gentle with you, ‘n listens to your rambles in the morning, night, afternoon and evening. (even at dusk or dawn..). Whatever comes out of your mouth, he’ll listen to patiently and eagerly. Even the stupid shit you say when he’s fucking and thrusting his cock deep inside of you, yes.. :D and it was cute listening to your little rambles anyways!!

Anyways, Sukuna is super sweet n gentle towards you and only you. He even made sure to slip in slowly n gently so that he wouldn’t hurt you!! and a lil warning beforehand as well. “it’s gonna hurt a lil bit babe, m’kay? hold onto me if it’s too rough, mhm?” nice right? > < he wasn’t scary nor evil towards you, no, never. He’s too afraid of losing his angelic n beautiful girl for allat. If anything, he was such a sweetheart n kind guy to you and spend hours with you after restlessly stretching you out for an hour or two. Or three. He’s spend hours doing whatever he could to help you or just baking some sweet stuff you liked cuz you were probably tired and hungry, so why not help you out? Sometimes he’d do your skincare with you because he loves you a lott.

“C’mere,” Sukuna beckons for you to come and lay in his arms, whatever cute romance movie playing on the TV in the bedroom providing background noise. The small drizzling of the rain tapping against the glass on the window. “don’t wear yourself out too much, princess. ‘M not allowin’ you to go to the ER for that back.” he playfully remarks, wrapping his bigass arms around your torso. “Soo comfy, princess, don’t move…” a cigarette dangled from his lips. just the sweetest moment with your boyfriend.

[schlattbrat]

nasty girl

warnings: 18+, fem reader, drinking, spit kink, degradation, daddy kink, d/s undertones, no actual smut.

“y’drank a little too much, babydoll.”

schlatt chides, squeezing your hips beneath his palms as he escorts you into the living room like he’s your personal bodyguard, in your own home. you two just got off stream; the kind of stream where you did way more chatting and drinking as opposed to actual gameplay, but those are the best... because you like to entertain chat’s questions a little too much and watch schlatt get flustered before yelling at either you or the viewers.

a giggle falls from your lips while he lays you down, and the room spins for you for a second. he sighs softly, petting your head as if you’re a troublesome pet, “can you be good ‘n stay here while i get you some water, or is that too much to ask right now?”

“no. don’t leave,” your defiance makes his ears ring, truthfully. but something about the way your bottom lip folds into a pout convinces him to stay, especially when your hands ball up the flannel he’s wearing in an attempt to tug him closer. your lips inevitably meet after he huffs out another sigh. it’s a needy smooch that has you mewling into his mouth and schlatt tries his best to not laugh over how wound up you get after drinking.

“fuckin’ relax, would ya?”

“i can’t… don’t be mean.” you whine, looking up at him with glossy eyes. you feel even more drunk after tasting the whiskey lingering on his lips, “y’taste good, jay.”

“don’t be mean?” he chuckles softly, breath fanning over your heated cheeks and awaiting mouth, “that’s a tall order when you’re bein’ this pathetic, toots.”

“mmm—” you don’t even try to argue but you do pause for a moment, making the face you always pull when you really want something out of him… “i wanna try something.”

“go on, then. tell me what y’want.” he grumbles back to you, eyes now a bit hazy as he hovers over you and fully settles between your thighs on the couch. actively trying not to lose it over how soft and warm you are underneath him, mind you.

“can you maybe— um, spit in my mouth?”

what’s the worst that could happen? he could scold you for being gross but you know you’ll make out either way. you win regardless. you’re not expecting his cheeks to go red, or the small head shake he does when your words sink in. the two of you lock eyes as he brings a hand up to grip your jaw, gentle but firm like usual… his expression is stern but you swear you can see him biting back a smirk, “you’re disgusting, y’know that? how long have you been thinking about it, hm?”

“too long,” you admit bashfully, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as he holds your head still.

his thumb toys with your bottom lip, gingerly prying your mouth wide open and you can’t help but whimper in approval. you watch him slightly pucker his lips in a daze before a crude drop of saliva falls directly on your tongue. the new sensation and demeaning act makes you buck your hips as you swallow, before you’re even told to do so. his lips are glued to yours in the next second, tongue invading your mouth until you’re a drooly mess underneath him as a silent reward. you revel in being so spoiled, whispering thank you over and over until he’s had enough.

“daddy’s gonna fuck you up tonight,” he grunts— the sudden threat makes you feel feverish. his voice is raspy as he pulls away a bit, “a nasty girl like you can take it, though.”

[cathnospam]

Showers with Katsuki are almost always domestic until it’s not and it’s your fault.

Your blondie is actually very comfortable in his skin with you, he doesn’t mind walking around in your room naked even if it’s to grab the towel he definitely left on your bed on purpose in front of you.

You’ve seen his dick so much you could practically draw it from memory.

But the main reason you’ve seen him naked so many times is because you and him almost always take a shower together.

“C’mon.” Is all he says when he takes your hand into the misty bathroom, shower already on scalding hot just how you both love it.

It’s giggling and scrubbing until it’s your turn to scrub him.

“Turn around, boo.” You tap his shoulder, he does so, trying to relax his body, but also flexing in the process. His back was such a sight to see.

He’s gotten so much bigger since graduating and his just can’t get any smaller, you can’t help but your bite your lips when your eyes lock onto his body.

Especially his very cute ass you really wanna poke, but you’d probably get crushed out in German.

Almost worth it.

Instead you scrub him, humming and throwing up compliments that makes him blush everytime.

“Shut up.”

“What I’m just saying…I’m happy you’re all mine. A girl can’t appreciate her man?”

“Yeah yeah. Right here too.” He points at his other shoulder blade, you get in your tippy toes to reach and leave a kiss on his ear, your cold soft lips dragged a chill down his spine, it was practically a warning sign for what’s to be asked next of him.

And he didn’t mind it even if he acted like he did.

“C’mon…” His voice has no bark in it, almost as if he’s being sarcastic, “We have to be up in the morning, N/N.”

“I know i just…” You puncture every other word with a kiss, your slippery soapy hands exploring his abs from the front, “Wanna make you feel good.”

Your words dripping with lust like honey, your hands do most of the speaking when you take hold of his soft shaft and stroke up to under his tip to down to cup his balls. You knew he was sensitive there, you giggle a kiss on his back again when he grunts.

“You’re a piece of shit.”

“Uh huh.” Brushing his comment off, you already knew you had him, so you pick up the pace, one hand on his dick the other massaging his balls made him lean in the cold tile shower wall with one arm, “Baby—ugh— Y/N!”

Bakugo hates calling you anything other than your name or nickname, but it sometimes slips off the tongue when he’s completely getting lost in your touch, “Ganna—-fucking cum dammit—!”

“Then…” Letting go of him you firmly turn him around to have his back on the wall and he looks down at your figure on your knees, “Do it in my mouth.”

Words could not describe how much he wanted to fuck you silly right now. For you to turn him on this much when he just wanted to take a simple shower and then cuddle in bed with you and talk about your day because he missed you, you just had to turn it into something else.

And he still loved you for it.

You take it slow, holding your breath to slide all 7.5 inches down your mouth, he wasn’t also long, but girthy too. He knew this which is why he didn’t always let you suck his dick, your pretty little mouth shouldn’t be sore because of him…even if it was hot to see your eyes prickle with tears to take him all in.

“Shit.” He threw his hand on his face, the temperature of the water suddenly got hotter and steamier, his hair was down, but reverting back to its natural wavy state feeling how warm and tight your mouth was around him, it was ALMOST as good as fucking you.

Almost.

You felt yourself get more aroused hearing your blondie surprise his moans and whimpers terribly, he hated hearing himself, but you couldn’t get enough, he felt a knot forming in his tummy. Throwing his hand on your scalp he bucks his hips with caution back at you and you let him have at you and take full control.

When he notices you were giving him full access to use you he still never did. He never enjoyed the thought of just using you like a fuck toy even if his body was showing something completely different, he thrusted quickly inside your throat until he held you still, groaning and moaning your name while your hands clawed his thighs, “Fuck!—-“

Bakugo lets go to catch his breath and help you up to kiss you, it was hungry and sloppy, you didn’t even completely finish swallowing all of his semen when he swallowed some of it himself while sucking on your tongue, he didn’t fucking care he just needed to show his appreciation.

And he did when he lifted your legs around his waist, you always seem to be so shocked when your man can pick you up with ease, no matter your weight, and he didn’t mind proving his strength from how he fucked you with hot steamy water hitting your chest and in the bed.

You love showering with Bakugo <3

[clairewritesfanfics]

How would the mark variants treat a childhood friend turned girlfriend that became blind before childhood was over? Like how would mark treat his childhood love going blind, by adulthood shes totally blind, and how would his variants treat the same situation?

I can imagine the protectiveness going through the roof, and imagine the variants trying to hide how ugly the world outside is. I wonder which would even care that you are blind, try to help, and which would consider being blind perfect for their plaything. Harder to run away if you can't see.

There is an argument to be made that those who are born blind have it easier than those who go blind. People who were born with imperfect sight have not seen how light disperses between the ocean waves, and so they don’t fear losing that small happiness. 

God can be cruel. 

He had given you eyes that saw how the sun refracts through the tide, the way fireworks light up an evening sky and bring joy to everyone who witnessed their fleeting existence. God gave you Mark Grayson, with his toothy grin and honey eyes that sucked you right in. Now you may never see those things again.

Retinitis Pigmentosa. Genetic. Non-fatal, but incurable. Most people don’t completely lose their vision, but there the chances of total blindness is non-zero. 

The ride home from the hospital was unbearable. Your dad cracked a few lame dad jokes every now and then, but you saw how his finger tapped the steering wheel every time he stopped the car for a red light. Your mom looked like she was going to break down at any moment. But she stayed quiet, tense, but quiet and unable to look at you. The air was awkward and the tension gnawed at your nerves. No one cried. 

As soon as the car reached the garage, you made a hasty exit, spouting something about meeting with Mark for a special movie premiere, then ran straight for the Graysons’ home. 

Lucky for you, your friend answered the door. You didn’t have to worry about breaking down in front of an adult.

“Wanna go to the park?” You tried to play it cool.

Mark cocked an eyebrow at you. It was already sunset. But he knew you long enough to notice your stiff shoulders, that expression in your face that looked like one wrong word would make you fall to your knees, sobbing.

So he kept the questions to himself, stepped out and closed the door behind him.

Now here you two were. Two kids in a mostly empty playground meant for much younger children. At least the swingset chairs were big enough for you. 

“So…” Mark started after ten minutes of silence, “any special news you wanna tell me or did you just really miss the park?”

You stared at the overgrown grass, the tall trees Mark loved to climb, the colorful picnic tables lined next to each other. Without turning to him, you finally spoke, “We just got back from the doctor.”

Mark stomped the heels of his yellow sneakers to stop the momentum of his swing. His eyes were wide. “You’re not–”

“I’m not dying,” you cut him off. “But I am sick.”

He didn’t say anything.

“I won’t be able to see much at night, my vision won’t be… it will take a lot of effort to adapt to what I have right now. Oh, and cherry on the sundae? I could go blind, like actually blind.” You bent your elbows on your knees. “Doctor said it’s going to be slow, which I don’t know how to feel about.”

Mark was silent, trying to think. It was hard to understand for someone so young. Kids and teenagers are prone to feeling immortal, untouchable, and they can’t wrap their heads around the concept of disease, especially when it’s not affecting them directly.

But then you hid your face in your hands. Your entire body shook with each sob as he heard you cry out to a God who failed you. 

And Mark understood. 

His fingers gripped tightly around the metal chains of the swing. He didn’t know how to comfort you right now. Should he hug you? Pat your back?

But he couldn’t bring himself to do those things. Not now. 

Instead he made a promise. 

“Y-you said it won’t be an instant thing, right?”

Vaguely, he saw you nod your head.

“That’s great then! W-we can make as many memories as we can before the worst case happens.”

You wiped your tears and looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Make a list of all the things you want to see and experience, that way we can see all of them before… before you know.”

You gave him a small smile and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

He was taught that humans are weaker than his kind, but it was only after hearing about your disease did he understand. You’re weak. Delicate. Vulnerable. Getting his powers certainly didn’t help. You are too delicate. You can’t be left alone for too long. When he has a job that requires leaving for a planet that is lightyears away he takes you with him. But if it’s safer to keep you inside your home then there will be soldiers guarding every corner and servants answering your every beck and call. He doesn’t trust others to look after you, but he trusts your human body even less, it has already failed you. 

VILTRUMITE, flaxan, target

This is perfect! This way you’re all his. Sure, he feels bad that you lost something precious, but that’s why he is here–to fill the void. Mark makes you depend on him, makes it so that you cannot live in a world where he is not by your side. He scares away all your friends, isolates you from your family, convinces you that they’re tired of you, that you are too much work. But he’s here, he will protect you, provide for you, and keep you happy. And you are happy, or at the very least, satisfied. So you don’t ask him about what’s happening outside the home he built just for you. You pretend that you don’t notice how your devices cannot access the news anymore, or call anyone who wasn’t Mark. You no longer pester him for the cure that he promised you years ago. He is your everything now. 

full mask, maskless, SINISTER, no goggles, prisoner

He is understanding and kind, but he doesn’t treat you like you’re broken. He makes occasional blind jokes because he knows you can take it, that laughing at yourself and your situation helps. He is perfect. Too perfect for a Mark. Truth is that he is scared shitless of everything. One false move and he can lose you forever, not just to some idiot rebel or monster of the week, but to something as stupid as a wet floor. He’s not just concerned about your physical health but also your mental wellbeing. So he hires actors and builds a paradise on a different planet, an illusion of what you thought Earth is like, what Earth used to be. He doesn’t need shapeshifters, only aliens who speak human language and human slaves who want to be free from hard labor. 

head cap, MOHAWK, shiesty, OMNI

image lifted from: https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/

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[rosenclaws]

How does he approach you or ask you for comfort when he's upset, in pain - physical or emotional?

I just wanna give all the Logans a big hug :(

Origins Logan -

It's after a nightmare when Logan comes to you. He had woken you up with his tossing and turning. You tried to talk to him when he woke up but he just left the bedroom. He needed time. Having nightmares of every war can't be easy. You give him 30 minutes before going after him but he comes back before then. He's quiet and he gets back into bed. Silently you open your arms and he crawls into them. You ask him if he wants to talk about it and he says no so you just scratch his head and let him fall asleep in your arms.

Trilogy Logan -

This Logan likes to pretend he's okay when he's not and so its hard for him to actually ask for comfort. I mean that's true for all of them. I think he's haunted by a lot of his past, not knowing most of it and discovering things are just. A lot. I think that your relationship with Logan starts during the events of the first movie but doesn't evolve into more until after he gets back. He didn't find the answers he wanted and you can tell he's frustrated. The banter is light but you can tell somethings bothering him. It's late at night when he finally cracks just a bit. You're sitting on the couch sharing a soda when he starts to open up just a bit. He's angry and frustrated and he's telling you and you offer him something he craves. You're just listening and not judging. He rests his head on your shoulder and you place your hand on top of his and things just feel okay.

DOFP Logan -

With DOFP Logan I think it's more physical pain. He's getting older and while his healing factor is fine it's starting to slow down just a bit. His whole life of fighting and taking literal bullets to the chest are catching up with him. It starts with just aches that don't go away as quick as they should. His knees, his back, any of his joins really. It's annoying and a little amusing because he has to deal with pain like the rest of you. He's all pouty and cute and you tease him a little. But offer to massage his back which he declines saying he doesn't need it. It's a couple of days later when you can tell it's really bothering him and he appears at your doorway like a little puppy but he's shirtless too oop. Anyways he mumbles out something that you don't catch and you make him ask again until he finally just asks you to help him. You make him lay down on his stomach so you can rub his back and he purrs like a damn cat. Safe to say he comes to you a lot for these massages now.

Old Man Logan -

He's always in pain. His body is actively trying to kill him and not much helps. He tries to hide it from you. He's fine he doesn't need help. But he's quite bad at it when you find him passed out on his bed and groaning in pain. One day when he comes home you massage his shoulders for a bit and it feels fucking amazing. He almost cries when you stop and he's too ashamed to ask you for help again so he doesn't. Until one day things are getting really bad and he craves your hands on him. He's all shy and only gets a few words out before saying something like "This was stupid nevermind" but you stop him and after a bit of fussing you get him to lay down and you help relieve any pain he has even if its temporary.

Worst Logan -

He's so emotionally constipated it can be hard to get anything out of him. You don't know his backstory like Wade and Laura do. You want to know but in all truth he's too afraid to tell you. Afraid that you'll look at him like the monster he knows he is. He can't take that from you. He convinces himself he's doing better. That he's fine and adjusting well to Wade's world but the truth is he's not. well he is but It's not as easy as he's hoping. He has his bad days and his nightmares come back and it really throws him off. He finds himself wandering outside for a while. Just taking in the new air and trying to go back to normal for a bit. It's still early in the morning when he comes back to the apartment complex and sees you outside of your door. You're tired and clearly still half asleep which confuses him.

Shyly you admit that you woke up when he left and saw him walking out, you wanted to sleep but you were worried about him so you waited until he came back home. He feels guilty but you invite him inside so he can make it up to you. You serve him coffee and a little pastry you bought yesterday. You don't press but you do tell him that you're here to talk. Slowly but surely he starts to tell you about his past. He doesn't go into detail but its clear how much pain he's really in sometimes and it just breaks your heart. To his shock you hug him. It takes him a second but he wraps his arms around you and slowly melts into your touch, your comfort being something he starts to crave.

[ducksido]

HELLO DUCKSIDO! Hope your day has been well :) I have an idea!!!

Diasomnia boys with a weirdo reader. Weird as in staring for too long, randomly tearing up because they find the guys pretty, gifting the boys shiny things, mimicking members of Diasomnia so that they’d be more liked, etc. It’s not born out of anything bad, they genuinely just don’t know how to socialize!

Akvhsuckebwhd hope this request isn’t too specific :( You can ignore it if you want! Thanks Ducksido, bye bye!!!!

[HELLO ANON!!!!! i've had a good day :)]

🌙 MALLEUS DRACONIA

You’ve been staring at him for five minutes straight. Again. Malleus just tilts his head, waiting patiently.

“Child of man, is something on my face?” he asks calmly.

When you start tearing up and blubber, “No, it’s just—you’re so PRETTY, it’s not fair,” he’s... speechless. And then flustered.

Gifts him a shiny rock? A bead you found in a hallway? He treasures it so sincerely. He’ll even ask you to tell him where you found it, because he wants to remember that moment.

When you start mimicking his speech patterns (e.g., “Such quaint customs your kind practice,” said with complete seriousness), he just smiles so warmly. He doesn’t think you’re mocking him at all—he thinks you’re making an effort to connect.

Honestly? Malleus is delighted by your strange behavior. It reminds him of fae customs, which are often misunderstood by humans too. He finds you refreshingly genuine.

🦇 LILIA VANROUGE

He notices everything. The staring. The sudden nosebleed when he winks at you. The fact you started wearing your uniform the same way he does.

Lilia’s absolutely thrilled and a little bit evil about it.

“Fufu~ Are you trying to become a mini-me, dear? I must say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

When you give him shiny offerings (a necklace chain, a glittery pen), he jokingly bows like you’ve just pledged fealty to him.

But when you nervously confess, “I don’t know how to talk to people but I really like you guys,” he drops the teasing for a moment and gives you a small, genuine smile.

“Then just keep being yourself. You’re doing great, batling.”

⚡ SEBEK ZIGVOLT

“WHY ARE YOU STARING—!!!” Cue flustered Sebek.

At first, he thinks you’re mocking Malleus-sama, especially when you mimic his mannerisms or way of speaking. He’s ready to defend his honor.

But then you sniffle, “I just wanna fit in with you guys... you’re all so cool...”

His brain breaks. He didn’t expect this level of emotional vulnerability.

He starts loudly insisting, “YOUR DEVOTION TO THE YOUNG MASTER IS COMMENDABLE!” and tries to coach you in "proper social conduct"—but like, in Sebek language, which is... not very subtle.

Secretly very proud when you give him a shiny pin and say, “This reminded me of you! Loud and sparkly!”

💤 SILVER

You gift him a silver button and quietly say, “Because your name is Silver. I thought it’d match.”

He blinks slowly, then gives you the softest smile. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Doesn’t mind the staring—he actually sometimes falls asleep while you’re staring, which makes it incredibly awkward when he wakes up and you’re still sitting there like 🧍.

He can tell you’re trying your best to connect. When he sees you mimicking Lilia’s posture or Sebek’s shouting, he gently says, “You don’t have to act like us. We already like you as you are.”

Will absolutely keep any gift you give him, no matter how random (a sparkly gum wrapper, a bead bracelet, a shiny pebble). He puts them all in a little pouch and wears it when he patrols.

OVERALL DIASOMNIA REACTION:

At first: confusion. Then: quiet acceptance. Then: “Wait. We like this one. Keep them.”

Your behavior is odd to others, but to them, it’s kind of charming—like a fae creature mimicking human ways.

None of them are particularly socially normal themselves, so they totally get the whole "affection through shinies and mimicry" thing.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where y/n only has a soft spot for Matt but is 'mean' to everyone else (not actually mean but sassy) ofcc its okay if you dont want to!!

“Only Him”

Y/N wasn’t mean, exactly. She was quick. Dry. Always had a comeback ready, and didn’t really do the whole “open book” thing — especially with her brothers.

Nick called her “cold” once, jokingly. She shrugged it off and told him his hair looked like a used Q-tip.

Chris didn’t even try anymore — he just accepted that she’d roast him no matter what.

But Matt?

Matt was different.

He never asked her to tone it down. Never called her dramatic or sensitive or too much.

So maybe that’s why he was the only one she really let her guard down with.

—

It was a quiet Thursday afternoon. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that meant something was off.

Chris was the first to ask. “Where’s Y/N? Haven’t heard her chirp at me all day.”

Nick glanced up from his laptop. “She got back from school like an hour ago. She’s in her room, I think.”

They both looked at each other.

“She’s never that quiet,” Chris said. “Even when she’s mad she throws a shoe or something.”

“I’ll go check—” Matt offered, already moving toward the stairs.

—

Her door was cracked open, just enough for him to see her curled up on the bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, headphones in. She looked drained. Not crying, but not herself either.

Matt knocked gently on the frame.

She didn’t look up.

He stepped in and sat at the foot of the bed, giving her space.

After a moment, she slid one side of her headphones off and glanced at him.

“Did Chris send you?”

“No,” he said. “I just noticed something was off.”

She didn’t respond.

Matt hesitated. “Wanna talk about it?”

There was a long pause.

Then, quietly: “I failed my chem test. Again.”

He nodded slowly. “That sucks. I know you’ve been trying.”

“I didn’t tell Mom yet,” she said. “She’ll be disappointed. And Nick’s gonna say I should’ve studied more and Chris’ll make some dumb joke and—”

“Hey.” Matt’s voice was steady. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain it to me.”

She looked at him, eyes glassy now, and something in her chest cracked a little.

“You’re the only one who doesn’t make me feel stupid,” she whispered.

Matt moved closer, pulling her gently into his side. She didn’t usually like hugs. But she let him.

“You’re not stupid,” he said. “You’re trying. That matters.”

She didn’t say anything, but she leaned into him. Just a little.

And for her, that was everything.

—

Downstairs, Nick blinked as Matt came back in without her.

“She okay?”

Matt gave a small nod. “Just tired.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Did she insult you?”

“Nope.”

“…She must be sick.”

Matt didn’t say anything. Just smiled to himself, knowing full well:

She wasn’t mean. She was just guarded.

And with him — she didn’t have to be.

⸻

[lostinlovingrevery]

Van!! I hope ur doing well!! Sending u my love and good vibes!

Anyways…I came here to talk about something very important. Pervy Logan.

I am obsessed with Logan just being a total perv and proud of it. Obviously just with you like when ur dating. He’s shameless though. Slipping his hands up ur shirt or down your pants or skirt.

Saying super dirty things randomly just to fuck with you. Him wanting a quickie at every moment of the damn day bc hes so insatiable

I need it

ROSE!! All the hugs and kisses for you babes!!! 😘😘😘😘

I LOVE PERVY LOGAN!!! I made a pervy logan headcanon post awhile back, but i honestly think im gonna need to make another one (i wish i could rn but im fried and its not going to get better until im home tomorrow night)

Some thots, for now 😉

I just love the thought of him just being perverted about everything you do. He thinks everytjing you do is an invitation

Eating a popsicle? "You wanna lick something else princess?"

Doing yoga stretches? "Wanna try those poses with me?"

Bend over in front of him, just trying to pick up something "tryna tell me something babe?"

Existing? "I wanna fuck you so damn bad."

He likes watching the wind blow up your skirt. Hes probably stuck his phone between your legs while walking to get some photos. Hell take your panties from you whenever you wear a skirt or dress. Wants to know youre bare underneath (he'll NEVER let anyone see tho)

And youre spot on- WILL just slide his hand up your shirt to grope you, coming uo behind you and pressing kisses to your neck as he plays with your tit and youre telling him to stop (but really dont) and within seconds hes dragging you into a closet for that quickie. Only to want another one an hour later.

Loves to watch your tits jiggle, watching the skin ripple as he smacks them around and gives them a shake. Same with your ass. Big or small, hes obssessed with your body. Definitely stares at your ass and tits if you jog around him

Dont get me started on when youre actually having sex too. That man is SICK when hes fingering you, or fucking you. Will literally drown himself in the puss juice. Sputtering and gasping for breathe as he finally breaks himself from burying his nose and mouth against your cunt before just going back at it again.

Will figure out a way to fuck every part of you. Has fantasized aabout covering you head to toe with his spunk. He wants every type of job from you, footjobs, thigh jobs, hand jobs, tit jobs.

I might write a fic too.....

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 39

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Sorry I didn’t post Tuesday, guys! I’ve been struggling but I finally got some more in the drafts for y’all! 🤍 I hope you enjoy!

Billie’s POV

The shower ran and sweet melodies snuck in from under the bathroom door as Remy washed off for the night.

As she serenaded the next door guests, I talked Finneas’ ear off on the phone.

I told him all about today and the bee sting from earlier. Especially about the bee sting. I told him about the moment right before the sting. How Remy’s demeanor changed when I asked her what her next move was.

“Maybe she doesn’t want it to end, just as much as you do. Maybe she doesn’t want a next move. Maybe she’s trying really hard to live in the moment. Which is something you should try, actually.”

“Maybe. Or maybe she doesn’t want me to know she’s leaving soon.” I swallow hard, the thought of her leaving me making the hairs on my skin stand up.

“Woah. Why would—“

I interrupt, “Maybe she already has a job, and she starts in a couple weeks. Maybe she doesn’t want to ruin right now.”

“Okay, Remy isn’t known to hide things from you. That sounds more like someone else I know!” His voice is sarcastic in nature, making my eyes roll into my skull.

“You see my point though, right?” I sigh.

“I see that you’re really anxious about it…”

“Yeah.” I purse my lips, licking them from the inside.

“Okay, let’s say she does go home next week. What do you think is going to happen? What are you worried about?” His voice is calm and introspective, soothing my goosebumps.

“That maybe she’ll work for someone just like her last boss. That she’ll lose sight of what’s important again and never make time for herself.”

“That she won’t make time for herself, or for you?”

“Both, I guess?” I shift in the bed, throwing one leg over the covers, keeping the other underneath.

“Okay. That’s fair.” He clears his throat, “Have you guys talked about that?”

“Sort of. Right after we made up. She said it would never be like that again. I don’t know if I believe that, Finneas.”

“Do you trust her?”

“With my life.” I say, naively. I know I trust her, but last time I said that, she proved me wrong.

“Then you have to give her a chance to show you it’ll be different this time.” He says, all knowing and proud of it.

“Or, you could just let me, like, sit here and complain.” I let out a soft laugh, knowing he’s smiling because he knows he’s right.

“That too.” He laughs, but then for a second there is a pause for silence. I wait for him to break it.

“Billie, you’re right for being worried. It already happened once. But if you wanna stay in it, you have to move on. It feels like you don’t want to move on.”

“I want to… Be in a different reality than this one.”

“I like this reality.” He says. “In another reality maybe we aren’t the same people.”

“That’s the point.” I say.

“Maybe we don’t have the same people around us either.”

I stay quiet. I realize the shower hasn’t been running for a while now, and her singing has stopped. I made a mental note to keep my voice down and change the subject when I need to.

“That’s true.” I sigh. “I just mean, I wish we wanted the same things, that’s all.”

“Do you even know that she doesn’t?”

“Not even a chance that she does, dude.” I roll my eyes.

“I guess we’ll never know, Billiard.” He says, softly laughing into the phone. I know he thinks everything would be so much better if I confessed, but to be honest, if she told me to my face she didn’t feel the same, I don’t think I’d be brave enough to face her again.

She’s so kind and so sweet that she’d feel bad, and try to convince me nothing has to change. She’d act like it never happened. But, in the back of my mind, I’d always know that deep down she feels awkward. Gross even. Romanticized and objectified, being looked at with lustful eyes. I’d kill anyone looking at her with the same eyes.

As if on purpose, the bathroom door opens, and in walks Remy. She comes out wrapped in a towel, wet, wavy hair bouncing, and no socks, just her white painted toenails.

“I guess so.” I shift in bed, clearing my throat, and changing the subject. “I miss you, Fin.”

“I miss you too, I miss touring with you guys.”

“Well, I’ll catch you another time. Thanks for talking to me.”

“Anytime brother!” Finneas says, goodbyes and all. I leave my phone on the nightstand, plugging it in for the night.

“Was that Finneas?” She looks through her luggage for fresh pajamas, which usually consisted of a thin tank top and a pair of soffe shorts.

“Yeah, he says hi.” I grab the remote and turn the tv on, flipping through channels.

She sheds the towel off, putting underwear on first, then taking her time to spread lotion all over her body. I want to divert my eyes, but I can’t help but notice her healing, red, sunburnt back, or the way her tattoos glisten in shea butter.

I tried to focus on finding something to watch, but nothing seems more interesting than what’s right in front of me.

“Can you get my back again with this stuff?” She asks, walking over to me with the bottle of aloe, not bothering to cover up.

“Sure.” I sit up, taking my rings off so I don’t scratch her. I grab the bottle from her and squirt a generous amount on my hand. She sits on the edge of the bed next to me and I begin to spread it all over her shoulders.

“Is it peeling yet?” She asks, sitting patiently as I cover her back in the cooling gel.

“Nope. I think it’ll turn into a nice tan in a few days.” I say as I work my way down her spine. I work my way around as gentle as I can, so I don’t inflame her burns.

She grabs the room service menu off my nightstand and reads through it. “I need a snack.”

“What are you feeling?” I put another dollop of aloe on my hands and make sure to get her sides. She shivers and bumps form on her skin, as she gives into the icy sensation.

“Hmm… Perhaps some fries with a side of salad?”

She lifts both arms slightly, like a winged angel, while I briefly coat the sides of her breasts with gel. I try not to think about the fact that I’m tracing her figure with my hands, the way my eyes liked to do. I quickly move on to her lower back, noticing the dimples peeking out from her underwear.

“That sounds good. Maybe some of those veggie spring rolls? They were pretty good.” I suggest, dissimulating my lack of interest in food at the moment. How could I think about eating anything else?

“Ooh! Yes.” She picks up the phone, untangling the cord as she pulled it to her cheek, dialing the room service number. She orders as I struggle to finish the task at hand.

Suddenly, I notice a dainty bird on the right side of her lower back, partly hidden by the fabric of her underwear. This was a new one. I’d never seen this tattoo. Without thought, I pull the fabric down a bit, seeing it was not one, but two birds, flying towards each other. I don’t know how I missed it. I’ve always been so observant when it comes to her, but she has so many tattoos that I guess I overlooked it.

She hangs up the phone after completing her order and looks over her shoulder. “You like it? It’s us.” She says, casually.

We’ve had matching tattoos for a while already. It shouldn’t be shocking. I think what shocked me the most is that she got a tattoo for me, without me knowing. All on her own, she permanently inked her body with a symbol of me.

“It’s so pretty!” I struggle to keep the drool in my mouth, as I gush over the sentiment.

She stands up, showcasing it properly, looking over her shoulder at my reaction. “It’s for Birds of a Feather. When I hear the song it makes me think of you. Of us.” She smiles.

My heart grows three sizes when those words come out of her mouth. I don’t think she understands what that means to me. I don’t think she understands what it does to me.

“When did you get that?” I gaze intently, grazing my finger over it.

“Right around Christmas.” She says, her voice trailing off. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to show you… So I guess my mind just kinda forgot.”

“That’s so sweet, Rem. It’s so cool.” I failed to say the words I actually wanted to say.

She walks over to grab her shirt, pulling it over her head, standing at the foot of the bed.

“I was kinda nervous you’d think it’s dumb. At that time I just missed you. I thought about you every day…”

My eyes began to water as I sat at the edge of the bed, my palms still coated in aloe vera. I know her words will sit with me, on a never ending spin cycle in my head. Although, I know she’ll never feel the way I’m taking it.

“I just wanted my person back. And, every time I heard Birds of a Feather on the radio, wherever I went, it felt like you were still there talking to me, you know? Like, you didn’t hate me.”

I shake my head, crawling on the bed towards her. “I never hated you. Okay? I’ve never in my life hated you, Rem. I could never.” My tone serious, my hands emphasizing my words as they spill.

She nods, keeping silent.

I sit at the edge, pulling her into my arms. I hold her tight, knowing I wrote that song specifically for her, knowing she has no idea, knowing it’s about us.

All of the pain and agony that comes with loving someone. The push and pull, the suffering that it is to love, to adore, to long for. The suffering that is wanting her so badly, and not being able to have her. I’d spent so many summers yearning for her, obsessing and torturing myself over her, being tossed around at times, and never stopped wanting more.

“I wish I never tore us apart.” She says.

“I tore us apart, Remy, not you.”

My face is buried in her stomach, and her body stands still between my legs. Her arms wrapped around my neck so softly, I can barely feel them. All I feel is her finger twirling my hair around it.

I open my mouth to confess. To tell her everything in heart and let her into my soul. For once, my lips don’t feel like stopping me, and my brain doesn’t scare me enough to change my mind.

“Remy, I love you.” I say, wholeheartedly, meaning it in every sense of the word.

She said she thought about me every day. She called me her person…

“I love you too, Billie.” She says, matter-of-factly, perhaps not understanding what I mean.

I lift up my head to look up at her, “Like, I—“

Remy jumps a bit at the sudden sound of knocking on our door. She quickly turns to the vanity, grabbing her shorts and pulling them on.

“Room service!” A man announces from outside our room.

She laughs, grabbing her hair brush and running it through her loose, damp, waves.

I stand up and open the door, taking the service cart from him with our food under covered plates. I thank the hotel worker, giving him some cash as tip, then shutting the door.

“Our food is here.” I say, realizing what I almost did.

I almost ruined everything. Our friendship, our dynamic, our time together, everything.

I have her in my life now. I rather keep her, the amount of her that I have, than risk losing her all together. It’s not worth it. How could I be so stupid? My mind starts spiraling and I feel myself beginning to stonewall.

“What were you saying?” She walks over and lifts the covers off our plates, grabbing a french fry and taking a bite.

I somehow manage not to stutter, immediately making an excuse, “That I’m really glad we’re friends again. I’m glad we’re here together.” I smile, grabbing a spring roll.

She pauses for a few seconds, but then grabs one too and holds it up to mine. “Cheers to that.”

I’m in the clear. For now.

[shadowwolfmemes]

Hey, if it isn't too much of a bother can you explain the how rainbow drama? I heard you had to block her? if anything this vaguely reminds me of the Haily situation where she got mad at you, don't wanna bring that up tho I'm just confused

Look, I said it multiple times and it's frankly getting tedious to repeat. I'm tired of people downplaying my feelings by saying I'm 'overreacting' yet I'M the apathetic one. This is starting to piss me off.

IT WAS MORE THAN JUST RAINBOW LYING ABOUT HER AGE.

That wasn't the sole reason I blocked her! I mean, yeah, it's absurd to lie about age just to fit in, but the root goes deeper than that.

Sundecline was in her community and so were a few other minors like @scally-wiggles716. She kept on saying her community is full of adults, but there were still minors inside of it. I knew something wasn't right, but I kept my mouth shut because I was still her loyal guard dog. If that isn't a red flag, then I don't know what is.

They were removed from the community specifically after proshippers tried to shit on Rainbow's name.

I don't agree that she's a groomer, I know that's not true. But that's not what I was upset about.

It seems like this person is trying to shit on Rainbow, but what they're saying is actually true. She DID go after people when she didn't have to. Rainbow shamelessly disregarded her DNI to argue with proshippers, which not gonna lie, is pretty hypocritical.

I know I disregarded my own DNI a few times, but I'm trying not to do that anymore because it's not doing me any favors. I got to admit I'm not proud of that and told myself I should NOT go down that path or else I'm a hypocrite.

Meanwhile, Rainbow does it for the sake of arguing. I tried giving her advice more than once so that her mental health doesn't get damaged even more, but it never worked. Rainbow herself admitted to being reckless.

Not only that, she put @altlololsstuff on blast because she accused them of being a proshipper. I don't know what led up to Rainbow doing that in the first place. When they tried to talk to her in the DM's about it, she screenshotted them to not only ridicule them, but twisted the narrative to make herself look like the hero with her mighty savior complex.

When I was still Rainbow's guard dog, I thought it was okay to make fun of them because I was blinded from loyalty and believed everything Rainbow said. It's like I was a puppet attached to strings, no thought of my own.

Don't know what I'm talking about? Take a good look at this screenshot.

[If you want more context, you can ask them, but don't be rude towards them.]

With that being said, I'm fucking tired, Dani. I want to move on already. I tried moving on, but people like forgotten-latte just had to bring it back.

She could've just asked like you did, but no, she doubled down and called me apathetic after ignoring EVERYTHING I covered in my post. She tried to do that with Sundecline and she did it to @syltheanti.

I guess she realized I'm no longer Rainbow's gullible guard dog, so I'm assuming she wanted to take that place willingly. When will she realize that she cannot force people to forgive Rainbow just like that? Unfortunately for her, it doesn't work that way. You don't just demand respect how you want and whenever you want.

Just like loyalty, it has to be earned. I don't give a rat's rotting ass how old someone is or how mistreated they are. I would definitely feel bad if I hurt Rainbow deeply, but we both know she did this to herself.

Of course, she makes mistakes like everyone else does.

Of course, mistakes make up for who we are.

Of course, I want her to learn and grow as a person.

This is just the consequence of repeating those same mistakes. Now I obviously don't agree with people harassing Rainbow for anything, she's still a human being behind the screen.

Just because I want nothing to do with her anymore doesn't mean I want her to get bullied into oblivion.

I know this is a long ass rant, but I really need to blow this frustration off. If you still think I shouldn't have blocked Rainbow for those reasons, block me if you want. I don't fucking care anymore.

Just please stop assuming I 'overreacted' over that...