#im genuinely a little upset i was able to do this

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Rainbow flag colorpicked from Yami Malik

[bunnihearted]

i cant fully control my emotions during a breakdown and then i come out of it and im like oh fuck........ ._.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

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[lunar-fey]

:( i was so close to finally getting my sleep schedule fixed but for some reason my alarm didnt fucking go off so i slept a full 8 hours instead of taking a 3 hour nap. i was supposed to to to bed in like. 5 hours. not gonna happen now 😔

[scoobydoofenshmirtz]

genuinely how are you guys getting screenshots of shows and movies? is it all just pirated or whatever? i still see people posting screenshots and clips and stuff from shows including netflix originals but i cannot figure out how to do it anymore

[bionic-penis]

Erm !! Lil rant in da tags bc !! Erm !!

[merchelsea]

took care of your girl - max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen + fem! driver!(charles' gf) reader

summary: charles is too busy celebrating his P2 to care about your home dnf, but max is not.

author's note: this is my first time writing for tumblr and im so excited!! i cant believe i actually came up with is.

word count: 4k+

PART TWO

"ugh, you're so boring." charles sighed.

he had been trying to convince you to go celebrate his p2 with him for the last five minutes, but you were just not in the mood for a party.

i mean, this was monza. ferrari's and alfa romeo's home race, but your home race too. you had big expectations for this one.

of course you didn't mind ending up 6th, like you thought you would 4 laps before the end. you just wanted to cross the line. but you didn't.

at lap 50, you collided with sargeant, who was trying to overtake. the williams got to the end, and you didn't. you thought it was so unfair, but there was nothing you could do.

you had done an amazing race, managing to go from 15th to 6th. it was more than enough after a terrible qualifying, and you couldn't understand how someone took that from you in a heartbeat.

you were so angry. all you wanted to do was cry. but you still got out there with your best smile and watched the drivers getting to the podium.

first one to get up there was lando, who once again did a great race for mclaren, ending up 3rd after an 8th in qualifying. he was a great driver and everyone could see it.

then they called charles. the man in ferrari red stepped into the 2nd place with the brightest smile. he was really happy, and so were you. you were happy for him, genuinely.

you smiled and applauded just like everyone. you were so proud of your boyfriend. of how he managed to get that thing they call a car from 13th to 2nd.

the tifosi were out of their minds proud, and so were you.

in that moment, just for that one tiny amount of time, all you felt was happiness.

and then they called max verstappen. you sighed and applauded when the men got to his place. your smile never fading, but growing wider. you were beyond proud, more than what words could ever achieve to show. so you just stood there applauding.

you knew it was boring to see the same person win race after race, always getting to step on that ridiculous number one. but he deserved it, and you were delighted to be able to see his dreams coming true. because he was talented, that’s something no one could deny, but he worked his ass off.

you didn't get to watch them celebrate tho. because, unfortunately, someone called you in the garage.

lewis was already there when you arrived, and he was the first to talk to you.

"hey listen, i'm sorry for what happened. you deseved that 6th." he pat on your shoulder and you smiled, thankful.

"it was a great race, just a bad outcome." you sighed after hugging him casually like you always did after a race. "you nailed it today, congrats!" he thanked you and toto arrived, wanting to talk to both his drivers.

"you were absolutely amazing out there today. every person in this team is very proud." he smiled. "of both of you." his eyes fell on you when he said that. he knew you well, and he could tell you blamed yourself for what happened, even if you didn't show. "the incident with the williams was a shame, but you two fought like hell. i am proud of you."

you faked a smile and thanked toto. his words were comforting but they didn't do much. you were still upset.

that's why the first thing you did when you were free was lock yourself in your driver room. letting your body fall into the couch you reached for your phone to focus your mind on something that was not the race.

but after a little, you heard someone knocking in your door.

"mon amour? it's me. can i come in?" you got up and unlocked the door, facing your smiley boyfriend. he greeted you with a wholehearted kiss, showing you how happy he was for his race.

"hey baby." you smiled to him. "you did so good today, i am the proudest girlfriend in the world." you whispered into the tight hug you pulled him to.

"thank you!" he said simply, not even acknowledging your race. you weren't surprised because he never did, but it was your home race. and somehow you thought that changed something. "so, does the proudest girlfriend in the world want to come and celebrate with her man?"

and that is just how you got into this 'fight'.

"i'm not boring. you know that i would go any other day." you tried to explain yourself. it was kind of embarrassing, having to explain that to the person who's supposed to love you and understand you. "i just dnf'ed, charles. in my home country. after a freaking perfect race. that´s not easy."

"aren´t you happy for me?" he asked, looking at you with a fake sad expression.

"of course i am. you know i am." how could you not be? the monegasque deserved this more than anything.

"then come. why don't you make an effort for me? you know how important this is. and i want you to be by my side." he begged.

he didn't understand you. god, he didn't even try to. he was the one who wasn't making an effort here. he never made, and that's what you've been realizing for quite sometime.

"i'm sorry charles. but not today. you go and enjoy for me." his fake expression suddenly faded to give room to a frown.

"fine." he sighed and left, slamming the door on his way out.

you stood in the drivers room, this time not trying to avoid any thoughts. in fact, you were analyzing the race. from the start to the moment you went out.

all of your overtakes were perfect, not once colliding with other cars. you knew that because you were in the car, but you were looking for something to blame, some other touch that could've damaged the car slightly. but you never found it.

so you cried. you cried looking at the roof of the room. you cried your heart out because you were this close to proving people wrong, you were this close to making your people proud.

you cried until you heard another knock on the door, this time around being the last mechanics in the garage, telling you they would go for dinner and would come back later, leaving you alone for sometime.

when they left, you went to take a look at the car. and observing it, you realized what went wrong. but instead of putting your mind to rest, you started to think about what you could've done to prevent it.

"what are you doing here?" you heard a familiar voice, and turned to face its owner. the dutch was looking down at you, who cried with her head between her knees, in front of her racing car.

max had changed into his normal people clothes, whilst you still wore your racing suit.

"it's my team's garage. what are you doing here?" you asked, highlighting the 'you'.

"i was on my way and saw you here. what happened? why are you here on your own?" he asked. genuine preoccupation in his eyes. you could recognize any expression of his. any and every.

"nothing happened. i just wanted to be alone." you lied. straight up lied into his eyes. that was not something you were used to nor something you liked to do. but you did. and you knew he didn't buy it for a second.

"oh yeah. you decided you wanted to be alone, sitting against a wall, crying, for three hours after the race without showering and changing, just for fun? sounds like something i would do." max ironically said.

"look verstappen, i just wanted to be alone. and i still do, so if you could go away i would appreciate it." you said, getting up to walk to your room.

"don't call me verstappen." he says seriously. you never call him verstappen. "and i'm not leaving you alone after today. i know better than to do that." he follows you, leaning in the door frame when you are about to close the door in his face. "where is your so called boyfriend?"

your left eyebrow shot up as your head turned to look at him. his face remained serious, waiting for an answer.

"celebrating his podium. aren't you supposed to be celebrating your win?" you asked carefully, trying to get him to leave.

"maybe." he crosses his arms in his chest as you turn off your laptop and put it in your bag.

"then go." you said simply, collecting your stuff to go home. you wanted to stay there, but alone.

"not unless you're coming with me." he changes his position again to be more comfortable as you sighed, making him know you were getting tired. but that didn't change anything for him.

"leave, max." you said firmly, looking at him. he mimicked a 'no' with his mouth. "why?" you tried to get out of the room, but just as you passed through the door, the dutch caught your arm, making you look up to face him. your height difference was not too big, but it was still noticeable.

"because i know you, and leaving you alone after a dnf here, is a mistake i don't want to make." he let go of your arm, but you didn't move. "a mistake i'm not going to make." you stepped back, and proceeded to pick up your stuff. "go shower and get dressed, i'll get your stuff. if you are going home, i'm going with you."

"no. i don't want you to come." he laughed.

"care to guess who doesn't give a fuck, darling?"

"do not call me darling. and you are not coming, i wont let you in." you threatened, knowing you would never do such thing.

"then i hope you have money for a new door." he was determined, and you knew he was damn serious about not leaving you alone.

"i hate you." you laughed and as soon as the sound got to his ears his mouth formed a big bright smile. oh, what that laugh did to him. it was even better than winning races.

"if that means i get to come, i'm more than happy. now go shower." you did as he said, going straight to the bathroom.

once inside, you never thought about stuff like not giving the interviews you were supposed to, or how charles never once said he was proud of you.

the only thing you thought about was max, in your room, picking up your stuff so that you could go home with him. and the fact that it wasn't strange nor weird, it was fine.

from the beginning, you two had a special connection with each other. that's why you became best friends so easily, and also why you fell in love with him.

but he never showed reciprocity, so you thought it was a one way thing. god knows that if he had gave you one minimal sign, you would've never ended up with charles. the thing his, he didn't.

since your red bull day's, in his eyes you were just friends. or at least that's what you thought.

cause it turns out that the world champion is a way better liar than you could imagine. or you are just blind. because the signs were always there, you just doubted yourself enough to be oblivious to them.

it was the little things. like you being the first person he talked to after every freaking race. or how he was always in his best mood for you, but only for you. how he always said he was proud of you after a race, it didn't matter if you ended up first or last. he always came to you, hugged you tight and whispered "you were amazing, i'm so proud of you".

that's the kind of thing you noticed but never payed attention to. and that's exactly why you are with charles now. because he, on the other hand, was direct and shoot his shot.

he didn't love you and you didn't love him, but you felt good with each other, and it was nice having someone. you both knew it from the start, even if you denied with every thing in yourselves. it was just so obvious now.

you got out of the bathroom with hair still wet, but already dressed in your black sweat pants and your light pink top. max had picked every single thing, leaving your room exactly how you found him.

"let's go?" he asked, after a couple of seconds observing and admiring you.

you nodded in response and tossed your car keys to him.

"you drive, i sing." he picked them and laughed.

"deal." you made your way to your, brand new, white mercedes in a comfortable silence. but when you closed the doors, he broke it. "i don't want you blaming yourself, williams got a 10 second penalty for a reason. you were amazing, i'm so proud of you."

"you always say that." you smiled, looking at him.

"because it's true. i am proud of you."

"i know, and i am proud of you too. it's just that you always say the exact same thing." you noticed. max was sure you never took note of his words, but he didn't know how much they meant to you.

"i guess it became kind of our thing now." with now, he meant the past 3 years. you just nodded and smiled, searching through your phone for a good song.

"hey max?" you called, still unsure if you should mention it. he muttered something you didn't understand due to being focused on your words. "you know you don't have to do this, right?"

"do what, y/n?" he asked, fully focused on the car as he started driving.

"care because he didn't." straight to the point, we can see some improvements.

"omg, you can be so dumb sometimes." he talked, out loud, to himself. you didn't understand, so he might just be right. which is something you'll never say.

"huh?" you muttered, confused. he was indeed right.

"i care. i always do. i would have cared even if he had some decency in that shitty brain of his and had, at least, taken you home. do you actually believed i would have to go through the mercedes garage to get to my car?" he laughed, your face full of confusion, reflecting what was happening inside of your mind. "i was looking for you. i thought charles had took you home, or out, but i had this little thing inside of me telling me to check."

"oh yeah, that was me sending you telepathic messages." you joked. "thank you for coming, max. this is just a very important day for charles."

"whatever helps you sleep at night, y/n. and i would always come, any day and anytime." max took his eyes off the road to face you.

"are you saying racing is not important for him?" you focused on the first sentence.

"i'm saying he would do this on a regular tuesday. and i'm saying i would come after winning at zandvoort if you were needed me." he sighed. "you should stop lying to yourself." now was your turn to sigh. just as he layed his eyes on the road, your right hand went through your hair.

frustration, anger, sadness, loneliness.

"i'm not lying to myself, you don't know him like i do."

"i may not, but i know you. better than he ever will. you don't love him, and i bet my career you never even managed to lie to him about it." ding ding ding, max verstappen, the mr. knows it all was right once again. you are mad at him for knowing you so damn well.

"if i didn't, then why would i be with him?" you tried again. fooling max was getting more difficult by the day.

"we both know why." he said to your eyes, turning his head when he was done talking. damn, max.

the rest of the ride was completely silent, you wanted to say something but you couldn't. you simply could not. you couldn't even put on some music to relieve the tension.

all those questions coming to your head like gun shots "does he really know?" "why didn't he say something?" "does he see me the way i saw him? the way i still see him." every single one of them wounding you, creating a whole you couldn't close.

he was silent as well, his mind a little quieter than yours. that had been stressing his mind ever since you told him about charles, and now he couldn't keep it in.

not when the girl he loved was left alone by her boyfriend for a fucking party. he would've never do such thing, max would've been by her side, letting her know how proud he was, how loved she was.

the dutch was so angry, it took him everything to stay silent in that ride. but he did it, because it wasn't your fault. he was mad at charles, for not being a good enough boyfriend. he was infuriated because the monegasque couldn't make you happy. he was out of his mind because the greened eye ferrari driver took the place in your life that he wanted. that, in his head and heart, was supposed to be his.

the first glimpse of voice came from his mouth, when you were already in your apartment. monza was the only racing place you had somewhere to call home.

"come here." he opened his arms, when you looked at him. you expected him to talk, you wanted him to talk, but that was the only thing max said. the only thing he wanted in that moment was to feel you close, feel like he was protecting you from every bad thing.

of course you went, you would always go. his armes embraced you almost immediately and you closed your eyes, trying desperately to feel him closer. you could try to deny it but you missed him more than anything.

"i'm sorry." you apologized. none of you knew what you were talking about, yet at the same time, you both knew exactly what you meant.

max didn't respond, not with an "it's okay" nor a "not your fault". he simply kissed the top of your head while stroking your hair, and you knew it was okay. everything was fine between you two.

maybe not fine, but they were okay for now.

"break up with him." he half advised you half asked you. everyone knew that was the right thing to do, but he wanted you to do it for other reasons too, not just because it was right.

you chuckled into his chest, causing him to push a little just to face you.

"you talk like it's easy." he stepped back, separating the two bodies completely.

"breakups aren't easy, but yours, particularly, is. it's as simple as it sounds." he went back to the serious features.

"it's still a break-up."

"breakups only hurt when you love each other. do you love him?" you stood silent as he stepped closer. you watched as he brought his hand to your chin, caressing him once there's contact. "tell me. do you love him?"

"i don't." you let out as a sigh. instead of smiling, like you expected, max's face did the exact opposite.

"then why are you with him?" he asked in a low, tired voice. he was trying to find an explanation where he was not in the middle. he wanted to know that he was not involved in the why you weren't happy.

max knew, deep down, that you felt something for him. he always had that feeling. but, in his defense, you didn't make it easy for him. hiding it, locking the feelings in a deep part of your yourself, where no one could find them. bringing up some made-up-boy whenever you felt like you where being to obvious, constantly telling him he was like a big brother you could talk about that sort of thing. you had covered up the truth pretty damn well.

but even with all of that, he knew. something in him just knew. and all he could think about now was how he could've changed something, how you wouldn't be with someone who didn't deserve you if he had just done something.

he had tons of opportunities to ask you out on a date, or tell you how he really felt. it was just hard to believe you would feel something for him sometimes, so he waited for you. he waited until it was too late.

"i like him." you lied again. it was the second time you lied straight into his eyes in such a little time. that pissed him off. you should never feel the need to lie to him.

"bullshit. we both know that you're with him because i never risked losing you for how i felt. i never got to shoot my shot, and he did. that's why you are with him."

you lowered your head, both hands going to your face immediately. you felt like crap.

"what do you expect me to say?" you asked, raising your voice. your eyes finally fell on his.

"i don't expect you to say anything. i just want you to cut this thing you two have going on." his gaze never left your face, not even when you weren't looking at him. "you don't deserve this. you deserve to be happy. to be treated right. you deserve to be loved right."

another sight and then silence filled the room. no one could say anything.

"just..." he started, leading your eyes to look for his. "do you still..?"

"yes, max" you shot automatically, your voice sounded like a cry, but that didn't matter.

he sighed, relieved. and then stepped closer again, pulling your body to his, in a hug. he let you cry against his shoulder, while he cried silently against yours.

you pulled away to look into his eyes, smiling silently. even being like this, you had just found out that this was no 'one way thing', he felt the same.

"stop smiling. i'm fighting over here not to kiss you." you laughed, that was the best thing you could've heard that day.

"don't." you searched for his hand, taking it into yours once you've found it.

"i would love to, believe me. but as much as i want this, you have to be fully single first." his eyes were so bright that you were sure they could glow in the dark. you always loved his eyes.

"i love you, max." you whispered with the biggest smile on your face.

"i love you too." he whispered back. your smile growing impossibly wider.

max kissed the top of your head before leaving your room. it was a bit past 4a.m. and you had just finished watching a rom-com movie you liked.

it's fascinating how you two fit so perfectly. it's like you've been handmade for each other.

of course that, on his way out, max had to find charles coming. because that's just your life.

the dutch and the monegasque spent a little of time just staring at each other.

"what are you... what did you do in there?" charles asked breaking the awful silence that had been installed. you could hear everything from the inside of the room due to the paper thin walls.

"i took care of your girl." you would pay to see charles’ face that moment. "not so yours anymore, i guess." max said with his most serious face. he definitely won the idgaf war.

"not so mine anymore? mate, what are you talking about?" his confusion was deeply amplified by the alcohol in his system.

"i don't know man, figure it out." the world champion responded and walked out.

he knew that the moment he walked out charles would enter that room and lay in the same bed you were. but he didn't mind, he trusted you fully. and on top of everything, he knew that no matter what, he was the one you loved.

so when he closed that door, he had a smile on his face, knowing damn well he would open her soon.

[gigi-loveless]

Regina George esque reader who is in a situationship with Hazel and hazel fucks reader into admitting they have genuine feelings for Hazel, loser Hazel because that’s still hot to me

HOLY SHIT YES

listen to hazels spotify here, and her taylor swift jam session here ₊ ⊹₊ ⊹

reqs are open!

18+ under the cut

your life is spent terrorizing the halls of rockbridge in mini skirts and high heels. you’re untouchable, able to do anything that you please. teachers and students alike cower at the sound of your high heels click clacking through the hallway.

but, one girl never cowers.

you adore her; her shaggy brunette hair, her soft skin, the way she always smelled of musk and ivy. you love the fact that she was a loser, escaping your high profile life in between the sheets.

but she doesn’t know just how much you love her.

you were the queen of rockbridge, how are you supposed to come out guns ablazing that not only are you fucking the resident loser lesbian, but you’re in love with her? feelings are always be kept down, and you must keep a level head. nothing can get in your way with that mindset.

the sound of the bell ringing coincided with hazel slamming you against the wall of the janitors closet, pinning you down with her muscular arms.

“miss me?”

“you wish.” you spat back at her.

“my house, eight?” she asks, lips centimeters away from yours, teasing you.

“only if you promise to not be a fucking tease.” desperately grinding your heat into her thigh.

“oh baby,” she replies, “you know i don’t make promises like that.”

you hobble out, readjusting your skirt, and school continues like normal, besides hazel obviously checking you out in 6th period, to which you roll your eyes and scoff at her. it’s near impossible to do that to her, to crush her soul like that. all you want to do is run over and apologize and kiss her better.

a super moon just peeks out out from behind the clouds as you park in hazels driveway. as always, she whisks you away up into her room, stripping you before you could even think twice.

“hazel…please…” she kisses you passionately, hands still working clumsily to unbutton your skirt and discard it.

“lay down for me, angel.” god rest the soul who ever disrespects hazel callahan, so you obey. “being such a tease for me today, hm? with that little skirt, and that fucking top…” her sentence trails off as her tongue flicks across your nipple, making you groan loudly.

“you’re a cunt.”

“i know baby, but someone has to be brave enough to put the princess in her place.” hazel dips down, her rings cooling your heat, feeling your wetness. “and what might all that be for?”

“you….” you exhale into her as she slips two fingers in almost agonizingly slow. “h-h-hazel….” your eyes instinctively shut, until you suddenly remember her rule about eye contact.

“ah ah ah, eyes on me, got it?” her pumps begin to get increasingly harder, your knuckles going as white as the sheets in fists. she might look like a loser on the outside, but she knows what she’s capable of, and god does she get it hot taming the queen bee.

“alright angel, you get your reward now for being good and keeping eye contact, okay?” you nod as she leans down and plunges her face into between your legs, making you howl and writhe underneath her. there’s nothing in this world like hazels tongue. just as she gets into a rhythm, her two fingers curl up inside your walls again, making you shriek.

everything is black, all you can feel is your orgasm incoming.

“hazel- i’m- im….”

“come for me bab-“

“i’m- iloveyou…iloveyou….”

riding the high from your orgasm off, you return to earth, where hazel is staring over you with those saucer-like eyes of hers.

“did…okay i might just be hearing things…but did you say you love me?” your face goes red, realizing what you’d done, but you can’t lie to the girl.

“y-yeah….uhm..i think i should leave.” you start to gather your clothes, but as you’re rushing out, you knock right into hazel.

“it’s okay….i’m not upset…i….i need you. not just in this way,” she gestures towards the bed, “but like, in a…a new way. if- if you want to try. i’m really good at keeping secrets…”

“hazel, you know we can’t….”

“why? because jeff is gonna cream in his pants from seeing two girls together?” she sits you down on the bed, holding your hand. “i like you, so so much. i like that you’re mean, i like that you have a soft spot for me that you think isn’t obvious at all but it totally is, i like that you are so confident, i like that you’re creative….i like everything about you. i want to make this work, but only if you’re open to it….”

you nod, and connect your lips, feeling a new sense, a new spark, between you.

“you melt my heart, hazel callahan.”

[vonlycsnn]

✧ — PICTURE PERFECT

~ VON LYCAON X GENDER NEUTRAL ARTIST! READER.

SUMMARY: You're a famous artist/illustrator in New Eridu, absolutely tired of trying to deal with recent problems. then you decide to call Victoria Housekeeping Co. for some help, it was the best decision of your life.

- cw/tw: none.

- A/N: im so obsessed over this man its genuinely concerning, pls help. also this might be messy/ooc(?)...it's my first time writing this kinda stuff so bare with me.

Being such a well-known artist in New Eridu is tough work. Not only do you have to keep up with your clients' demands and expectations, you also have to deal with thieves trying to steal your work. 

You were thankful that some of your most valuable artworks were in museums that had incredible security, but even so, those bastards are still trying to break into your mansion and steal your canvases that have yet to be delivered or even unfinished.

Understandably, you grew tired of all the stuff you went through, slowly becoming restless from the amount of sleepless nights you had to fight through. To the point where you wanted to quit art completely but you just couldn't. Art was your passion. You've been drawing for nearly your entire life; you couldn't quit now.

Thankfully, a kind client of yours took notice of your situation and recommended Victoria Housekeeping to you. At first you were skeptical; there's no way a housekeeping company could help you with these problems, right?

—

"I don't think they'll be able to help me..." you kindly said. The client merely smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

"Just give them a call. Trust me."

—

And here you are now, constantly being served and protected by the members of Victoria Housekeeping. You were extremely grateful for their service; they've made your life so much better than you expected. 

You've grown so close to them that you became one of their most respected clients, having to be close friends with each of the members. You didn't want to say that you had a favorite attendant, but you do have a preferred one. 

Rina, although her general services are incredible and you'd always find yourself having a great time with her, her culinary skills are...questionable at best, but still, you didn't want to upset her by any means. 

Corin is a sweet girl. When the two of you became acquainted, you saw her as a little sister. Although you were surprised at how strong she is for her age, you didn't think much of it. The problem with her is how much she doubts herself; you'd have to constantly remind her that she's not doing anything wrong, and as much as you hate to admit it, you were pretty annoyed.

Ellen, well...she isn't too enthusiastic about regular housekeeping jobs, not to mention she's always low-energy. But the number of times she saved you from the most dangerous situations was enough for her to gain your respect. Plus, talking about internet trends with her is always fun.

And there's Lycaon. Oh, did you have so many words about him. To keep it simple, he was just right. His services are always near perfect; he has saved you countless times from hollows and thieves; he is elegant; he is a gentleman; you could ramble about him all day for all you cared.

To be perfectly honest, you grew a crush on him. Every time he'd lean behind you to see what you're working on, you'd always freeze in place. Too flustered by what was happening. Every time you'd hear his voice, you'd melt. The way he acts just makes your heart flutter...He was perfect.

As your own personal request for him, you wished he'd spend more time with you. Be it in the mansion or outside. He smiled, bowing down in front of you.

—

"As you wish, master. I'm more than happy to spend time with an amazing artist such as yourself." He said. You saw his tail wagging ever so slightly, but decided to say nothing; you merely smiled.

—

Every now and then he'd come to your office to check on you; he'd bring you food every time you lost track of time; he'd give you a massage whenever you had free time.

"It's always important to maintain a good posture, master." As he would say.

But being an attendant for a full-time artist comes with its own challenges. Other than having to constantly be on guard at night for possible thieves, he'd always let out an irritated sigh whenever he saw your workspace covered in paint. Especially when you're making abstract art. But he understands that art can be messy sometimes, and that's fine.

Every time you get a commission to make abstract art, you'd always rent a workspace outside of the mansion. Just so Lycaon doesn't have to deal with the mess.

But other than that, the two of you were grateful for each other's company.

Much to your dismay, however, your feelings for him grew the longer you spent time with him. You became so close to Lycaon than any of the other attendants; he knew your weakness, he knew your strengths, and he even knew some of your secrets.

You couldn't express your feelings for him with words, and so you did what you knew best: to draw. As a request, you asked Lycaon if you could take a few pictures of him. Of course he obliged. Amidst the photography, he asked.

"If I were to be bold to ask, master, what is the purpose of this?"

You merely smiled at him, saying that it's nothing important. A part of him knew about what you're planning, but he decided to keep quiet and merely chuckled.

After the interaction, you quickly but stealthily took a small canvas and a few of your painting supplies.

—

Days passed, and the painting was finally ready. You have pulled many all-nighters to finish this; you spent so much time carefully adding details and capturing his looks to the formerly blank canvas. And you couldn't be happier with the results; you just hope it was enough to make him understand the message you're trying to pass.

You took a deep breath and finally called for him. He quickly arrives at your workspace, noticing the medium-sized easel and the small paint stains on the floor. Your back was facing towards him, trying to hide the painting from his view. Realizing what to do, you flipped the canvas and turned towards him. He was understandably confused, and you were too nervous to say anything. You quickly walked up to him and handed the canvas to him.

"Here. I...made this for you." You said in such a shaky voice, he was almost concerned. But he gently grabs the canvas, and finally, he turns it to reveal the drawing. He was... speechless. Absolutely speechless. Just standing there, appreciating what he's seeing. You stuttered, trying to get words out of your mouth.

"...as a way to express how much I'm thankful for everything you've done. You're an amazing attendant, and I wanted to repay you somehow. W-well, other than using money." You awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with your fingers.

Lycaon continues to silently admire your work of him. You captured his features so well; the colors were so nice to look at, the pose, the lighting... it was so beautiful. He always appreciates the time and effort you put into your artwork. Secretly, he has been going to your workspace at night to admire all of the work you've done. He couldn't help but laugh once he saw how red your face was.

"My sincere apologies, master. But if I may ask, what are you trying to say?" He asked, almost in a teasing matter. Oh, he knows.

You panicked, so overwhelmed by the situation at hand. A part of you is trying to come up with lies, but ultimately, you gave in.

After taking a deep breath, you officially admitted your true feelings. Well, in the simplest way possible. You couldn't help but cringe at what you've said. This is so embarrassing, you thought.

Lycaon smiled, looking back at the painting to caress the sides of the canvas. He chuckled once more.

"What an astonishing way to express such feelings towards someone. I must say, master, I'm truly impressed."

The thiren carefully puts the canvas on a small table next to him, then he walks towards you. Gently grabbing your hand.

"As for what are my thoughts regarding all of this," he then proceeds to kiss the back of your hand. You jumped to his action, watching every move he made. He looked back at you softly.

There you heard it—the words that'd make you fall to the ground instantly.

"I'd be delighted to be more than an attendant for you, my dear."

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Hello! It's me againn and guess what 😈😈 Yes! I got another idea for Tom Riddle and m!reader 😋😋

Ekhem- so basically Tom was assigned to tutor this boy who was known for his lack of effort in class, he would sleep nor just ditched out the classes. So, as a nice Headboy he was, Tom decided to accept the task to tutor the boy and behold! The boy just sleeping the whole time Tom explain smth to him. So yeah Tom's mad n reader was like "Huh why r u mad? I don't even need tutor in the 1st place..." So Tom's gotten more mad 😔 and reader would like 🧍‍♂️

AHAHAHA n then as an apology, reader shows up to Tom after the exam ended n gave him his exam papers and oh boy this mf got O (Outstanding) for all the subjects, turns out the reader is able to do the school works from the beginning but he just won't do it bc he's a lazy ass bitch. Then Tom's reaction would be "🧍‍♂️...Yeah, i need those genes for my kids 😍"

THIS IS SO MESSY LMAO im sorry here's sum oranges for ur wonderful writing 🍊🍊🍊

Tutoring - T. R. x male!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much!! I love seeing you in my ask box! I hope this is what you were wanting 💛 Sorry about the ending lol. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to end it well.

I think I tagged everything, but let me know if I missed something! Fic is unedited with no use of Y/N

Anyway, have some hearts for sending me so many amazing requests! 💛💛💛💛

CW: Tom being fed up; anger; laziness; yelling; Tom gets fairly upset in this; somewhat mean words towards the reader; making up; brief compliment towards Tom; Abraxas and Tom are friends in this; Tom gets a little bit obsessed with reader; Tom’s evil plans

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It was a little known fact that Tom loved tutoring. For more selfish reasons than he’d care to admit, but he loved it all the same.

It was the rush of power he felt when a teacher came to him on behalf of yet another student. It was the pride when a student finally understood the material.

It was even the knowledge that Tom was smarter than most of the students at Hogwarts.

And yet, for all his love of tutoring, he was seriously debating quitting.

Why?

The answer was simple. You.

Tom had agreed to tutor you as a favor to Professor Slughorn. It wasn’t even for extra credit; a rare occasion of Tom being nice.

The professor was clearly fed up with you, and Tom was more than willing to take on a challenge.

And oh, what a challenge you were.

You were late to your first tutoring session, completely missed the second one, and slept through the third one.

You’d apologized, of course; but by the fourth tutoring session, it was clear you just didn’t have the motivation to study.

And it infuriated Tom.

He’d never failed as a tutor before, and he certainly wasn’t going to fail now.

When your eyes start to droop for the third time in ten minutes during your next study session, Tom’s patience runs out.

“Were you attending a party last night?” he demands, hands clenched. “What in Merlin’s name could have made you so tired?”

You startle, blearily lifting your head and rubbing at your eyes. “You think I’m cool enough to attend a party?”

It sounds like a genuine question, one Tom refuses to answer.

“What. Kept. You. Up?”

“My roommates.” You yawn and settle back into your seat. “They were having fun or something. Bein’ loud. Kept me up most of the night.”

Tom’s fists unclench. He takes a deep breath. “And do they do this every night?”

“Well… sort of…?” You fiddle with your quill. “Not every night, but…”

Tom pinches the bridge of his nose. “Talk to your Head of House about it. They’ll deal with your noisy roommates.”

“Alright.” You give him a small smile. Tom doesn’t return it.

“Now, for your potions essay…”

You slump in your seat.

But Tom counts it as a win when it takes you a few minutes longer than usual before your head starts drooping again.

You’re falling asleep yet again, and Tom has had it with you.

He slams the potions guide down on the table, startling you awake.

“Merlin, what the—“

“What—“ Tom seethes, “—is wrong with you?”

You blink, clearly taken aback. “Uhhh…”

“I have done my absolute best to ensure you don’t fail your exams next week, and you have done nothing but laze about and sleep!”

“Look, Riddle, just chill out.” You hold up your hands placatingly, giving him a weak smile. “I don’t get why you’re so upset. Professor Slughorn said you wanted to tutor me.”

“Well, not anymore! I am through with you!” Tom stands, fists clenched. “You have driven me to my wit’s end! If you’re not going to bother even trying to focus, I’m not going to bother trying to help you!”

“Hey—“

“I quit!” Tom snaps.

You stare at him, stunned. Then you cross your arms. “Well, fine! Merlin knows I never needed a tutor in the first place!”

Tom glares at you and angrily gathers his things.

It doesn’t feel good to quit. But he’s never felt so helpless before. You just simply seem to refuse to learn.

As he stalks away, though, there’s an odd pull at his heart. Maybe it was something about the unhappiness in your eyes. Or the way your fingers trembled as they gripped your quill.

Whatever it was, Tom squashes the feeling like a bug. He’s done with you. Not even a favor from Slughorn could tempt him to take you on again.

Of that, he is certain.

Tom’s sitting with Abraxas in the main hall, celebrating his exam scores. All Outstandings and Exceeds Expectations, even for Divination and Herbology.

He’s particularly proud of his O in Potions, proof that he knows the material well.

He’s just about to bite into a pumpkin pastry when there’s a soft cough behind him.

He turns, raising an eyebrow. It’s you, looking quite sheepish.

“Hey, Riddle.”

Tom purses his lips together thinly and crosses his arms. “Hello.”

You shuffle your feet and rub the back of your neck. “I know you were really mad at me,” you mumble, “But I wanted to explain myself a bit…”

“Then explain.”

You take a deep breath and pull a piece of paper from your pocket. It’s your report card for the exams.

Tom takes it, expecting to see some sort of dismal grade requiring his assistance.

But instead, what greets him is the best set of scores he’s ever seen. All Outstandings, in every class.

Tom stares at the report card, utterly baffled. “What?”

You rub the back of your neck again, not meeting his gaze. “I told you, I didn’t need a tutor. I can do the work. I just don’t like it.”

Tom slowly looks up from the report card. “You… just don’t like it…?”

You shrug. “Schoolwork’s boring. I’d rather do something else instead.”

Tom’s brain is a whirl. You were capable of doing the coursework already. More so, you knew everything well enough to get Outstandings in every class, something even he failed to do.

Tom hands you back your report card. “I owe you an apology then.”

“Nah,” you laugh softly and shuffle your feet. “Don’t worry about it. ‘Sides, you’re kinda cute all angry ‘n’ stuff.”

Tom blinks. You shrug and give him an awkward smile. “See you around, Riddle.”

“Right…” He watches as you walk away.

Then he turns quickly to Abraxas. “Malfoy, he had all Outstandings.”

Abraxas glances at him once, then does a double take. “Oh, no. I know that look. What are you planning?”

Tom grins. “Surely you see it? A brain that smart, when paired with my cunning? We’d be unstoppable.”

Abraxas glances at where you’d been standing. “Tom, I don’t know about this…”

But Tom’s mind is already at work. You already thought he was cute once… With the right sort of manipulation, perhaps he could get you to think it again.

Perhaps he could get you to fall in love with him.

“Just think about it, Malfoy. Our children would be geniuses!”

Abraxas just sighs. He shakes his head, but Tom ignores him. His plan is forming in his mind; his perfect plan to get you to fall in love with him.

With only a little bit of persuasion, he’ll get you to fall in love with him. And then you’ll be his lover forever. The other half to his genius.

And then all his plans will be perfected.

[candyskiez]

thinks about teru again. he’s so funny and tragic to me. like. ok so he got targeted by a psychic terrorist organization that sent adults to try and kidnap him at a young age. and he rationalizes it by going “i am the Protagonist this is happening because i am the Main Character” and then lives his life by that idea bc it’s that or face the fact that he’s nothing, that he’s an average person and all these things happened to him for no reason. and then he meets mob and wants to befriend him, has questions he wants to ask- here is someone who might finally understand him. and then bc teru is thinking like a Main Character i think he goes “ok so if i defeat him then we’re friends otherwise we’re rivals” bc he’s still going off of tropes and cliches. and then shigeo fucking curbstomps him and he goes “oh ok i get it im not the main character 👍 KAGEYAMA’s the main character. so i must be The Rival Character then” but it’s just a way he can act as a friend without breaking the tropes he uses to rationalize his trauma

YEAH YOU GET IT! YOU UNDERSTAND! He's so horribly lonely but also literally everything about his mindset is directly standing in the way of giving him any connection. He holds people to such high standards that they're always going to disappoint him, so he spends time with none of them. He craves constant approval and affection but none of it is enough to satisfy the need for actual connection. So he just goes through shallow relationship after shallow relationship going Yep. This is great. I am happy. And I genuinely think he doesn't realize he's NOT happy because like. When you're in a shitty situation for your entire life you don't necessarily realize things can be Better. So Teru is not captured by claw when other people are, and he can do things that other people can't, so his situation is better than most! Nevermind the fact hey maybe there shouldn't be Claw. Maybe people shouldn't be attacking random kids. Maybe this is all insane. He's just like. Wow I'm so strong and smart for evading claw, because the idea that he just was Lucky would be terrifying and take away his entire sense of safety. He needs to be the smartest toughest guy that Has Ever Existed™ because if he's not, then suddenly he could get captured or die at any moment. And that's suddenly way less haha my life is so cool! The denial juice is strong here.

Literally everything about his introduction episodes is so damn telling. He tells the body improvement club everyone always underestimates him. But he conveniently leaves out how this makes him feel, or if he's offended. We see him lose his shit when Mob says he isn't able to hurt him, so clearly he's far more affected by it than he wants to admit. But he can't be upset by it. It's an Advantage in this Battle he's in. No one takes him seriously, and that means he can get away with more shit, and that means it's easier to beat them in battle! Nevermind the fact that he works his ass off, he is not upset at all, because that would be ridiculous. It's an Advantage. He wraps literally everything in his life that hurts him up in a bow of "Actually, this is good." He cannot admit that anything about him or his life is bad. He cannot admit that he isn't perfect, or that his life isn't just a fun challenge, or that he maybe misses his parents a little bit. He like...just fully submerges himself in the idea of being a character so he doesn't have to realize how easily he could die or have his life ruined. If his parents stop sending him money, he's fucked. If claw beats him, he's fucked. He doesn't have actual connections with people, because he views them too lowly to let them in at all, and he is fucking himself over so hard with it. He needs this to not be terrifying. And he also needs to be in the right, I think. I mean, he treats all of the fights at school like a game. It feeds his ego and it means he's safe. People can't touch him and it feels good to take out his anger (he's just angry that they disrespect him, he has nothing else whatsoever to have unresolved anger about, he is completely fine and is just enjoying being able to wipe that smug smile off that assholes face. He is so okay and well adjusted!) He's just. A mess of weird ass coping mechanisms. If he isn't right, which he definitely is!, suddenly he isn't the main character, suddenly he's not just Doing Whatever, suddenly he's just another asshole. Y'know. Do I make sense. He needs to be right because if he's not right it goes from a fun game to he was just an asshole for no reason and he didn't actually gain anything at all.

God. I need to rewatch EP five, because it's insane and also tells you so much about Teru, I'm sure it's even better on a rewatch. I need to rewatch this show soon or I'll die. But like. God. He takes the idea of the only other natural esper his age he's ever met being different than him SO personally. Because he's right. He is doing everything exactly the way he is supposed to. Clearly this guy is an idiot and weak. That's why he's afraid to fight him. Clearly. He can't comprehend that maybe Mob just straight up doesn't want to hurt him. Mob thinks he's better than him. Mob needs to be taken down a peg. And then he can't hurt Mob. Then he can't break his fucking barrier. Hes fought espers before. He knows how to fight espers. He is perfectly capable of it. He has literally everything he needs to beat him and for the first time he very suddenly Can't. And this person is so different and is treating him like he's having a temper tantrum and isn't following his rules that he's formed his entire life around. Can I interest you in autistic Teru. Can I please interest you in the fact Teru has autism. Please ma'am I just want a minute of your time.

I also feel like. The fact he Needed to idolize Mob is very telling. Mob defeated him so CLEARLY he's so powerful and perfect and amazing. He still can't let go of Being Amazing, of the idea he can't fail for no good reason. He needs Mob to be special or else he means nothing. Or else he's worthless. He needs to mean something. His entire identity is hinged around Mob now which. No pressure. He needs Mob to be perfect or else he's worth Nothing. So he puts him on a huge pedestal so he doesn't have to do any reflecting and now he can have the added bonus of a friend and it's Fine! It is totally fine. He is not affected by the fact he almost killed a man on accident. He is not affected by the fact he may have severely injured several people. He is not affected by the fact Mob could've killed him. He is not affected by the fact he was wrong. None of this affects him at all. He is So Fine.

And then he switched the narrative around to haha I was the one who needed to be taken down a peg. This is fine. My world view is not in shambles. I don't need to reassess anything. Everything that happened to me is still cool and fine and I still matter because I'm in the main characters life. So it's fine. He goes from nothing matters except Me to nothing matters except Kageyama, but at first he's done absolutely zero reconfiguring.

Also like. He romanticized that fight so much. Can we please talk about that. God. Hi. This fucking kid. Someone please like. Get him a therapist and maybe a Capri Sun.

I'm too tired to write more right now and think I should probably go ahead and post but like. Yeah. God. This show. Teru makes way too much damn sense. I want to shake him. What is his problem (just spent several paragraphs analyzing his problem.)

[julilovesyou444]

pictures of you ~ bill kaulitz

background ~ you and your boyfriend were partying at a club when someone comes up to you to return your wallet. you quickly find out that it’s not your wallet, and it is infact your boyfriend’s. what you find in there makes you love him all the more.

warnings ~ NSFW!!!, praise, sub!bill😋kinda ?, oral male recieving, mentions of drinking , a bunch of bad bad stuff😄

a/n- english isnt my first languange so if there are any mistakes I’m sorry😪 okay im ngl some English words are so weird. like what is dick ???? cock??? what kind of words are that😭 lol im sorry- also this is literally my very very first time ever writing anything like this so I definitely have room for improvement, dont flame me 🙁

~

I was at the club on a Saturday, with the one boy I truly loved. We had been dating for around six months, and it had been some of the best time of my life. I was dancing on the dance floor, waiting for my boyfriend to get our drinks and come back. I watched as he ordered our drinks and began to wait for the bar tender to make them. He looked so pretty. I was already a little drunk but I was able to convince Bill that I was just going to have one more drink and then be done. Our hotel was right down the street and we didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, so I figured why not.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see a girl. She looked a little high, and her makeup was so cute and glittery.

“Hey girl! I think this is your wallet.”, she yelled over the loud music, pushing the wallet into my chest, forcing me to take it. Before i could protest, she disappeared into the dancing crowd. I looked around, a little confused. I didn’t even bring my wallet, so it definitely wasn’t mine. I opened it to try and figure out whose it was. I quickly found out why she thought it was my wallet. Where there was supposed to be an I.D, there was a picture of me. I was kinda drunk so I didn’t even process what was happening. I just wondered how this person got a picture of me. I looked through the wallets, only finding some credit cards and a little bit of cash. Then I checked the last little slot and found an I.D. I pulled it out and immediately smiled. It was Bill’s. How could I be so stupid? Of course it was my boyfriend’s. I put the I.D back in and then went to pull out the picture of me to get a closer look. I soon discovered that the picture of me was not just a single picture, there were many. Pictures of me playing guitar, doing my makeup, at the beach, laughing, sleeping, dancing, etc. my heart was so full of love for him. on the back of the photos, he wrote cute little captions and the date.

“sweet girl playing in the sand 6/7”

“sleepy angel 7/10”

“could listen to her laugh on repeat 3/4”

I put all the photos back into the wallet. I couldn’t believe how incredibly sweet my boyfriend was. I wanted to give him all the love in the world because he deserved it. He was genuinely the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to hug and kiss him into oblivion. I loved him more than anything, and it felt the absolute best to know he loved me too. I looked up to see him approach me with our drinks and his adorable smile.

“Hey, love, I have our drinks- wait I was looking for that!! I had to use the cash in my pocket for these!”, Bill exclaimed, motioning to his wallet. His smile was so bright and it made me feel all warm inside, knowing someone as beautiful as he was loved me.

“You keep pictures of me in your wallet?”, I questioned. His smile began to fade into an embarrassed look, like I had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his feet for a second.

“Yea.”

I gently grabbed his jaw and moved his head up to look me in the eyes again. I smiled so he knew that I wasn’t upset for whatever reason he thought I was.

“When did you even take these and print them all?”, i asked, petting his hair and gazing up at him.

“Oh, well, I took them with that digital camera I got for my birthday a couple years ago. And I’ve been taking and printing them for a couple months now, Tom had to teach me how to print them small enough to fit into my wallet. I had to buy special paper so that they would be shiny, y’know?”, he nervously chuckled as he rambled. I looked at him with pure admiration and love.

“Why do you have them?”

“Well, I just like to have pictures of you I guess. I wish you were with me all the time, but obviously you can’t be, so it’s just nice to have little reminders of you that I can take everywhere with me. It’s stupid, I know. When I’m at the studio all day, or when I’m on tour and i dont see you for a couple days, i just miss you a lot so I look at the pictures of you. Its kind of embarrassing that you found them…”, he said, clearly flustered.

“Bill, baby, it’s not stupid or embarrassing at all. It makes me feel so loved and so good to know that you like me enough to keep pictures of me in your wallet because you miss me or wish I was with you. I don’t think you understand how much I absolutely love you, and how badly I want to show you right now.”

A smirk grew on his face, especially at my last sentence.

“Finish your drink and then we are going back fo hotel.”, i said, taking my drink from his hand. I began to drink it, extremely fast. He watched intently, realizing exactly what you wanted to do. Bill chugged his drink too. I looked him up and down as he did so.

I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the club, he followed close behind like a lost puppy.

The cold whipped against our faces as we swiftly walked over to our hotel. We sped walked into the lobby, and despite how fast we were going, Bill still said hello to the old woman who sat behind the check-in desk. That’s just how sweet he was, practically tooth-rotting.

I pulled him into the elevator and pushed the button for our level. I looked over at Bill, who was clearly excited. He was swinging out interlocked hands back and forth, looking anywhere in the elevator but me. As soon as the doors shut, I pushed him against the wall and pulled his face down so our lips could meet. I was pressed up against him, kissing him hard. He squeezed my hand, which was still holding his. I heard the elevator ding so I pulled away. His eyes were full of desire.

I guided him over to our room, holding the door open for him. He mumbled a quiet, “thank you, baby” before stepping in. I was fast to go in too, putting the “do not disturb” sign on the knob before hastily shutting and locking it. I turned over to Bill, who had already kicked his shoes off and was now sitting patiently at the end of the bed.

I took my heels off and began to walk over to him, antagonizingly slow. I watched as his eyes scanned my body, chewing on his bottom lip. I climbed on top of him with each of my legs on the outside of his, straddling him. I put him hands on each side of his jaw and used my thumbs so caress his cheeks.

“you make me feel so good all the time, bill. you’re the most caring person I know. that’s why I want to make tonight about you. I want to take care of you and make you feel good, exactly the way you do for me. Can i do that tonight, please?”, I said softly. He swallowed hard and nodded quickly.

“I need words, baby.”

“Yes, yes please.”, he said in a rushed tone.

“Good.”, i smiled before leaning in and ever so gently kissing him. It was a kiss from pure appreciation. I deepened the kiss, using my hands to pull him closer to me, if that was even possible. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at it ever so slightly. I knew how much he loved it. I began to start slowly grinding myself against him, and in no time, I could feel a tent in his pants start to form. I loved how quickly I could make him hard. He pulled away, breathing hard.

“Please, I- I need you.”, he said in between pants.

I smiled and nodded. I got off of him and started to unbutton his jeans. I grabbed the sides and slowly pulled them down, revealing his black boxers that you could clearly see his erection through. It looked like that was already a little wet spot on them from pre-cum.

“are you excited, sweet boy?”, i cooed.

“yes, please, I need you to touch me.”, he hastily replied.

I pulled them down and watched as his errction sprung up. just the sight of it made me flustered.

I licked a long stripe up the underside of his length and heard him gasp. I decided to stop teasing and began to bob my head up and down on him.

he threw his head back and gripped on the sheets. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as i continued to go down on him. I could tell he was trying to refrain himself from being loud. little noises still managed to escape his throat. he repeated my name over and over again in tiny moans.

I pushed my head all the way down so his tip hit the back of my throat. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I came up for a breath of air before going back down and deep throating him once again. I felt him start to twitch in your mouth, showing me he was close. I started to swirl my tongue around his tip while my hands took care of the rest of it. his hands got tangled in my hair but he didn’t push my head. I bobbed my head down a couple more times and listened as he whimpered. he kept muttering little praises to me. I knew he was about to finish. He looked a little sweaty on his face.

“ugh- please, keep going, princess. I’m almost there.”

I hummed in response, which just about threw him over the edge. he bucked his hips up into me, craving every last bit of satisfaction he could get. he finished in my mouth and i swallowed. he loved when I did that, said it was the “sexiest thing ever”. he watched as i did, his eyes fixed on my face. i climbed up to him and cupped his face. I kissed him very gently. I pulled away, but our foreheads were still connected. His eyes searched mine, and I could tell that he found whatever he was looking for in them. The little grin on his face told me so.

“i love you.”, he whispered.

“I love you too, Bill.”, i whispered back before giving him another kiss. I pulled back and admired him for a second.

I thought about how everyone deserves someone like Bill. Just not my Bill. I was forever grateful and knew I would be forever in love with my one and only, Bill.

[flowering-thought]

kindly elaborate on jealous, possessive sex with makoto...... i genuinely need to know how that man will make it known to you that you’re his....... i want to know how riled up he gets and what’re the consequences of that.... let’s just say that what if his darling has a close guy friend, theyre genuinely just friends but sometimes the green eyed monster (jealousy) makes itself known ... and then what..... how will he go on about it... i know it’s also mentioned that makoto is definitely a jealous and possessive type......... my head is rotting thinking abt this........ pleath elaborate more on this igenuinely have no thoughts, head empty bc of this..... my brain is gone.... if i was a man, im not thinking with my brain, but with my dick..... it’s that serious - 🍙

Oh dear, how about let's do some Jealousy Sex headcanons hm? That way maybe we can satisfy you <3

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, oral sex, semi-public, manipulation, non-con????(idk if it's really noncon but ima just put this here just in case)

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Makoto Kawahara

Jealous Sex Headcannons

• Makoto is mostly fine with you having friends. If he has to he'll blackmail them if they say anything out of line or try to put negative ideas in your head.

• But your precious guy friend? A man that he doesn't trust in the slightest? Any man that isn't his family? A man that he knows gets to hear you laugh and make you laugh and has most definitely had feelings for you at something in the past? A man?

• He hates it. Every time you are about to go out to meet him to buy something or need advice he gets really jealous and tries to stop you.

• There are two ways he'll try to stop you and that's by either guilting you into trying to stay home with him so that the two of you could go shopping later. He tries his best to convince you and sometimes you end up staying. It's a 50/50 chance of success for him.

• And sometimes he just gets so jealous he can't help but hold your wrist before you leave and begin to kiss you, making out with you and leaving kisses down your neck. Occasionally it works and makes you stay home but those rare times it doesn't there's always a fresh hickie on your neck in plain sight that you won't be able to catch till you meet up with your friend.

• But let's say one day he just can't take it. He gets so upset and jealous sometimes that he doesn't listen to you and drops to his knees in the hallway of the front door. He has a look on his face that you hardly see and he grasps your thighs before taking off whatever bottoms you're wearing.

• He then forces your back against the wall before he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, your legs hanging off around his back as he starts his assault on your folds and thighs, leaving marks and small bites along your thighs.

• He'll start sucking your clit, being a little rough as he looks up at you with a slight jealous glare, and he watches your face to see when you're about to cum. When he gets you close he stops, stands up, and sets your legs down before he zips his pants open and lets his cock free.

• He then lifts you back up, putting your arms around his neck before making your legs clasp onto his hips, he uses one of his free hands to hold onto you and thrusts his hips a bit to tease his cock against your entrance. He hasn't said a thing as he unlocks your phone with his other free hand and texts the man out of your sight, saying that something came up but that they could hang out at Makotos place.

• Once he did that and the message was sent, he deleted it and tossed your phone into your purse where it was. He knew the door was unlocked since he grabbed you before you could leave.

• He knew it would be foolish but as long as he kept you moaning and blissed out you wouldn't notice in the slightest.

• And then after a couple of minutes of teasing in one single thrust he hit right at your cervix, letting you adjust for another minute before keeping a hand on your ass and another on your hip, keeping his pace as he fucked you in the entrance hallway.

• He held you up and made sure your back faced the door as he let out grunts into your ear and kept you moaning when he kept the pace up. Occasionally he'd get real close and grind against your clit when he was fully inside you-

• He could feel it when you came on his cock, your juices running down his legs as he kept up his pace, hoping to overstimulate you before he heard the door peak open and saw a head peek through the door, about to call out before he saw you clinging onto Makoto for dear life-

• Your soft moans and breaths in-between thrusts were loud enough and when Makoto saw the look of horror on his face he smirked and kept going, reaching his own climax at the mere sight of his face. He was glad you didn't notice and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck to leave a kiss and glare at the man in the doorway.

• He knew your friend would never tell you for there's no way to bring it up and he quickly took a step back from the door before leaving. Makoto had the biggest smirk on his face as he walked over and put you against the door to close it fully before he came, finally reaching that high as he locked the door behind you and gave you the softest smile.

"How about we go cuddle hm? I knit a super soft blanket out of that huge yarn that would be perfect to cuddle in hm?" He mentioned, smiling as he kissed your cheek and started to walk to the couch, keeping himself in as he allowed you to slowly recover from the passionate sex.

[g-xix]

SIDEMEN RANKING: Which of the Sidemen would make the best boyfriend?

ik this was a tag challenge for Beta Squad last year but I thought I'd do this for the Sidemen... Gonna tag @w2soneshots @xxkatxgracexx @chemreacti0n, @anaaye7 and @inevesgf to do this next w their own opinions... but really anyone who sees this can, if you want :)

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7. Tobi -Just such hard red flag vibes i cannot LIE -Sure he's a pretty face n hot n all that... -But the boys always say he's really secretive + ppl never know where he is half the time... Instantly a bit red flaggy -And then also i feel like he'd be one of those hypocritical bf's that want a woman who's completely virginal and saintly, regardless of whether he has been his entire life. 🤐

6. Harry -I said it'd be realistic and im not gna pander to the w2s girlies this time when i dont think it's true to reality 👿 -Because Harry is very much a spontaneous personality -And as a couple, or being in a relationship - it's very much sorta based in working around being partners, atl when it gets more serious -But I feel like Harry's one of them personas that gets motivation to do things very sporadically, and that just means he struggles matching to other people and working around a schedule that agrees with someone else's -And in those unmotivated phases he gets, I fear he would be so negative nancy-ish, like, wouldn't be inspiring anything within you, very demotivating to yourself... Not really a fun person to do things with or be around. Let alone date

5. Ethan -Tbf i have to respect it bc he's had a long term partner now and he's fully living w Faith n has little baby Olive, too... Very respectable, realistic, reliable. -...But. -We've all seen the Growing Paynes podcast clip where him and Faith argue about the fact that Ethan's not gna propose until Faith agrees to take his second name and drop her family surname. -So we know that he wouldn't be able to compromise. -And from SDMN sunday's, we already know he's quite stubborn. -Although, that being said - there's definitely a lot of good that comes with Ethan, iven if he doesn't carry all of the forwards thinking views -Like, he's a very familiy oriented man - which i generally don't like - but the clip that jumps out to me is seeing him tear up on the pod saying about how he gets upset and he doesn't like seeing Faith and Olive getting shittalked by fans. -The genuineness and honesty and raw emotion of that one actually got me respecting Ethan quite a bit. -Also j because he's very in touch with mental health and physical health bc of his fitness journey, I do feel like he would be a very reliable and motivating partner which is quite good from him. Bosh.

4. JJ and Vik, tied for this spot. -They both have equal number of "yeah that's quite good"s and "oh that's not-!"s -Like, one thing that contrasts these two are emotional intellect. -Because JJ I feel like is highly in touch with his emotional side - like, he's had therapy and ik his current gf is a therapist - he definitely understands emotions and would be really uplifting and helpful in times whereby emotionally you're not doing the best and need someone to be a listener or just generally be there for you. -Vik on the other hand...? I feel like Vik has the mindset of a corporate business, in the fact that emotions are really hard for him to register and deal with appropriately sometimes. -Like, i mentioned this on the Crying HC's, Vik is deffo sorta made uncomfortable or rendered a little bit shocked and helpless when confronted with big displays of emotions bc he just doesn't know how to respond n deal with them. -One issue with both of them I can pick up asw, is the fact that they'd be always travelling and busy with their work: JJ with Prime, Misfits and music tours - Vik with business and music, too... Definitely makes the relationship a bit hard when during 8 days of the week, these guys are everywhere but home with you -BUT! It is very worth mentioning that these guys have both had long term relationships which don't just appear out of nowhere. -Vik is so respectful of his wife which I have sm respect for - their wedding was beautiful + even in the SDMN roast when a joke was made about her that felt a bit disrespectful, Vik didn't laugh at it - he fully kept a straight face out of respect for her which I lowkey highkey respect, because it takes balls not to follow the crowd n laugh at that sorta thing when everyone else is -And I mean, JJ also has been dating his gf for like, 7 maybe 8 years??? I don't remember what he said in his vid... But again, clearly shows a lot of commitment to the relationship which I respect! -Only con exclusive to JJ which I can think of, is that he's kinda misogynistic which would 100% reflect in a relationship which is annoying... Liiiiike, all his try not to laughs and content atm just feels very misogyny fuelled and has rly put me off of his JJ Olatunji channel, unfortunately. -But I think overall - JJ and Vik are both relatively equal in terms of who would be better/worse to date

2. Joshuaaaa! -I reckon Josh isn't the most entertaining or handsome or funny or cool or young or funny or young of the lot -... -But I reckon he'd be a great boyfriend -I mean - reoccurring theme - but he's been in a relationship with Freya for 13+ flipping years, if you've voluntarily kept someone with you for that long, something about you has gotta be good. -And he's definitely one of the more/most chill of the boys like, I feel a lot of the other boys are more sorta guarded or sensitive about their partner... But Josh is 100% Freya's hypeman, and the same for Freya to Josh -Like, Josh as a partner would be the most easy life ever - bro always has everything planned and under control CONSTANTLY, never a day of stress with him -Just yes.

Simon miniMINTER -(idk why formatting has switched up on me at the last minute) -But honestly this guy is so much more mature than the rest of the Sidemen it's both lowking shocking and so satisfying to watch -And again, for the final time: Has had a partner for nearly/maybe even 8 years - he deffo just gets it. -Understands compromise, and even in the vlogs with Talia - you can just tell he's become so much less stubborn and accommodating in his life as he's grown and gotten married and wisened up -Speaking of Talia: He's genuinely her biggest supporter. I rmbr watching her music vid Bored, and she was getting loads of hate for it at the time - but Simon was supporting thru n thru on insta, youtube, her lives.... I love that sm for him, he's so gf-oriented, which we love to see. -And also omds he's aging like fiiiiiine wine -Bc the beard and hair atm? Omds pictures from SoccerAid had me lowkey sweating over this GUYYY -And ik that he keeps his relationship off camera quite a bit - but i feel like that is once again a show of maturity from just knowing (having done YouTube for so long) that he wants to keep work and life separate -Which also shows a lot of healthy mindset n thinking which is why I think that yah, Simon is just like, top tier bf material -Scores 100% in looks, likeability and everything else possible

[crazylittlejester]

i hope this isn’t weird to say, but can i hear you yap about your fiancée? like the little things you love about them? (you don’t have to if neither of you are comfortable with it! ignore this ask if it makes you uncomfortable)

aldkfkdk dw it’s okay!

for starters, no other mother fucker would say shit like this to me and then ACTUALLY give me an explanation:

fr tho, she’s not just my fiancee she’s my best friend and i love her so so much. if no one’s got my back, i know she does, and i have hers. If i need to yap about something, I know she’ll listen and hype me up, and i absolutely do the same for her. She’s truly one of the kindest, most caring people I’ve ever met in my entire life, and I genuinely get very very sad when she goes out of state for college because i miss her 😭

I can text her about a problem or something I’m upset about and she’ll respond with “NTA, divorce” and it’s genuinely the FUNNIEST fucking thing

We have this thing that she’s not allowed to speak while I’m drinking something or have food in my mouth because she chooses the absolute worst moments to say the funniest things and having water come out your nose HURTS, and a few months ago we were getting coffee and she waited until I took a nice big sip before showing me the stupidest tiktok I’ve ever seen and everyone in the coffee shop had to watch me fight for my fucking life. And yes it is a bit annoying to choke and die every time i eat or drink around her, but I do genuinely love the way this mf looks at me like :3 before showing me a meme. istg she does it on purpose /j

every time we play bg3 together she fucking sits there and waits for me to think she wont do it, and then shoves my fucking character or hits them with a sword and then RUNS AWAY AND I CAN NEVER GET HER BACK BECAUSE SHES TOO FAST 😭

she’s also the one who OFFICIALLY got me into Zelda, so without her I probably wouldn’t have gotten into LU. I’d played the og LOZ before when I was 12, but when we were 18 the two of us when to target and she was like “hey man this seems like something you’d like” and had me play the BOTW demo and now I’m here. She gave me the final push and I’ve been yappin’ here ever since. And I think it’s funny that it was my constant yapping that was the final push for HER to get into HER current hyperfixation, bg3. we cursed each other /j

i also love that i’ll go check to see if she got home okay (because i have her location) or im just curious to see what she’s doing, and then I’ll find her in the middle of a fucking lake out of the goddamn country. It never fails to make me laugh 😭

but yeah she’s great, she’s awesome, she’s the funniest person alive, i love her, she’s my best friend, we’re gonna hang a framed photo of autism creature on our wall once we’re able to get an apartment. and there’s no one else who will continue to say “GO PISS GURL!!!” with me in 2024 🫶

[sadisticsanji]

stupid girl

Eijirou Kirishima + Reader

word count: 5.4k

tw: voyeurism, hidden cameras, slight somnophilia, jealousy, dumbification, rough sex, cream pies, breeding kink, panty stealing, sick sex, medication, drowsy sex, dubious consent

whenever kirishima takes care of his sick best friend

Eijirou Kirishima isn’t sure if it’s because he hasn’t been able to cum (or see y/f/n) in four days but his cock was making a mess in his pants as he looks through his best friend’s window when she would least expect it. He can’t help himself. He missed her so much and her being sick and away made him yearn for her attention and presence. She's in a Dynamight t-shirt and white panties, covering her face into a tissue as she sneezes in doubles. Dumb little girl. Why would you leave your blinds wide open like this?

He tugs out his cell, watching his phone light up and cause a blue hue against the black night. Turning his brightness down quickly, he’s making sure that his cover isn’t blown. The girl is heading towards her desk, pouring herself cough syrup and not even paying attention to her window with the open blinds. She’s wincing at the putrid taste and Kirishima has a toothy grin on his face at the view.

From: Eijirou Kirishima

To: y/n

hey! how are you feeling? still sick?

Her head turns towards her buzzing phone and he can notice the grin that presents itself on her face. She texts him back before sitting her phone back down and tucking her hair behind her ears. He can see a flustered blush sprinkled across her cheeks and he cant help but think of covering them in his seed. His thoughts are interrupted by his phone vibrating in his hands.

From: y/n

To: Eijirou Kirishima

hiii kiri!!!!! i have a doc appt 2mrw at 9am so im gonna get me the good drugz! feel sicky still :,<

He’s upset that she’s still sick. Now that they were graduated, it wasn’t a guarantee that they were to see each other everyday anymore but he wasn’t willing to find a way.

From: Eijirou Kirishima

To: y/n

poor girl. need me to take you to the doctor tomorrow? i miss you!

He tries his hardest to sound platonic but it’s hard whenever one of his hands are pumping his cock over his jeans while he watched the woman. She’s quick to respond, cell already in her small palms.

From: y/n

To: Eijirou Kirishima

katsuki is taking me!! dont wanna get u sick kiri!!!!! ur my favlrite

He can tell that she’s tired by how she’s can’t stop yawning, kitten resemblances coming from her form. That doesn’t stop how he’s literally growling at the thought of someone else taking care of her. How dare they, Kirishima thinks. He doesn’t even respond, leaving her on read. His face is red, scoffing before he’s slowly turning on his feet and heading back towards his own home across the street. By the time he’s walking through the door a minute or two later, the girl is asleep (with her blinds still open). Stupid girl.

In Kirishima’s mind, he’s cursing his little bunny out for being so stupid. Why would such a pretty girl keep not only her blinds open constantly but, keep her window unlocked too? Like, you’re just asking to be fucking assaulted. He’s genuinely pissed off. She’s so smart and to do such an idiotic thing? But he had no room to be upset. He was the big bad wolf that she needed to watch out for in the first place.

Because of the fear he had obtained of his girl being hurt by someone that wasn’t him, he roamed her home while she was gone. Kirishima had been there enough to know where everything was at, so he knew exactly where his destinations were.

There are a total of twelve cameras that the red-haired man has connected and hid inside of y/n’s home. Four were in her bedroom, hidden in various places facing the bed, closet, door, and desk. Four were split up between the living room and kitchen, and the last handful were in the hallway and bathroom, filming the inside of her shower and the sink, where Kirishima can view her sudsy body and toothpaste-filled mouth every day without even needing to get out of bed. He’d had so many wet dreams about his best friend and at this point, he was willing to do anything to see her. He knew he was selfish and he didn’t give a fuck. Checking the time, he’s grinning widely. 9:04. It’d only took him about ten minutes to set the cameras up and her appointment had just started.

From: Eijirou Kirishima

To: y/n

good morning! how are you feeling? let me know when your appointment is over and how it goes! love you

He assumes she’s with the doctor now because she’s not responding quickly like she usually does. That is until his phone is buzzing and he can tell that it’s not his pretty girl.

From: y/n

To: Eijirou Kirishima

She’s busy.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he nearly shatters his phone by how hard he squeezes it. Fucking Bakugo, I swear to God. How dare he invade her privacy like this? He thinks, as if he wasn’t making Y/n’s entire life his business now. Laying on the bed, his dick swells immediately at the thoughts of what she’s done in this very spot when he wasn’t looking. Her light blue sheets would look so pretty covered in her slick and drool and he pounded the snot out of his tiny little princess. Her scent fills his nose and its an instinctual action to shove his face into her pillow and take his strained cock out of his tight pants.

“F Fuuuck~” He’s hissing as soon as his hand is wrapping itself around his prick. Although his hands are enormous, his fingers barely touch as he strokes himself off to the vivid imagination of his best friend’s tight cunt gushing around him, his dick being too big, even for him. His hips buck, chasing the pleasure.

Eijirou has his shirt pulled up with the end of it held tightly between his teeth as his pre-cum slicks himself flawlessly. He couldn’t help his perverted mind whenever he’s reaching over to y/n’s dirty laundry hamper and picking up the white panties that he’d seen snug tightly around her pussy and curvature the previous night. Holding the small piece of fabric in his fist and bringing them to his face, a load of his cum is shooting onto his stomach and chest at the smell of her fragrant heat and he’s groaning wildly.

If he hadn’t been so good at sneaking around, he wouldn’t have heard his phone buzz. It was from his doll.

From: y/n

To: Eijirou Kirishimai

m omw home with drugz!!!! i’ve got a cold n the sniffles but im not contagious!

His heart (and dick) leap with joy. He’s wiping the slick off of his abs with tissues before burying her panties in his pocket and heading out the way he came in; through the unlocked bedroom window.

Whenever Kirishima hears Bakugo’s car pulling into y/n's driveway, he’s almost immediately pissed off. Getting out of the car is his unwell best friend. He really missed her. She’s waving goodbye to her old classmate (and favorite pro hero) before heading to her front door. Eijirou starts up his laptop so that he can see what his girl is up to.

Unlocking the door and walking in to the place that she had come to know as her home throughout her life, something felt different. Maybe it was the shot she’d already been given at the doctor’s office or perhaps it was because of sleep deprivation due to constant coughing, but y/n felt uneasy.

Heading to the bathroom, she’s starting up a shower with her favorite smelling soaps. Strawberry and cream suds is being scrubbed into her tangled hair and Kirishima has never thought she looked so beautiful as he stares at her through his camera’s point of view. It’s from overhead, close to where the shower faucet comes out of the wall. Her nose is pink and flushed, rubbed raw from the snot that would come out of it from the previous nights. Her eyes were a bit puffy, making her orbs look as if she was squinting a tad. And even though she goes through constant heat flashes and her sinuses are swollen so its hard for her to breathe, she can’t stop thinking about Eijirou either.

As soon as she’s stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her frame, she’s checking her phone as it buzzes, perfectly on time.

From: Eijirou Kirishima

To: y/n

let me come over and nurse you back to health?

From: y/n

To: Eijirou Kirishima

yes doctor kiri!

She’s rushing to get dried off and dressed and he knows it. That’s why he’s practically sprinting to her door with a backpack halfway slung on his back, hoping to catch her while she’s still naked and dripping in warm water. When he walks in the door, she’s tugging her socks on and he curses himself for not being quick enough.

“You showed up quick.” Her voice sounds weaker and more delicate than it usually did, her throat coarse and sensitive. He’s walking towards her and he realizes why so many people have asked y/n if she was okay while with the man on the street. With the small girl only growing to his chest, Kirishima towers over her as he pushes close to seven feet tall and his broad shoulders are hard to get through most doorways. He wraps his thick arms around her head, holding her face close to his chest.

“Duh. Told you I missed you.” He’s blushing and is glad that she can’t see his cheeks and giggle at it like shes done thousands of times before. She smells so fresh and feminine, he’s practically purring against her, “I brought some things for you.” She gasps, excited.

“Really? Like, a surprise?!” Y/n's third favorite thing (behind baby animals and Pro hero, Dynamight, was surprises). He smiles, a sharp grin glinting.

“Yes, a surprise. Sit down.” She was excited, plopping down on the sofa, where Kirishima and his backpack sat. She’s bouncing excitedly and he must be the most sex-obsessed man on earth because he’s getting hard at the motions already and is shoving the backpack on top of his lap to cover his growing erection.

“Um,” He clears his throat and pulls out a hoodie, “Here’s a hoodie in case you get cold.” He’s handing her a folded up hooded sweatshirt with the bold “RED RIOT” in the middle. She’s grinning widely and taking it. He refuses to acknowledge how many times he’s thought of fucking his pretty little neighbor while she wears his clothes that are three sizes too big.

“‘S soft, Eiji! Thank you!” He hopes it will replace her Dynamight merchandise because seeing his old friend (and y/n's potential future-lover) on her shirt made him physically sick to his stomach.

The second thing that Kirishima is digging out of his backpack is a couple grocery bags that he sits on the coffee table, “Was gonna make us some tomato soup and grilled cheese.” He has no idea but Y/n is swooning and the way he’s acting so endearing is making her heart thump out of her chest.

“Also grabbed you up some candy. They came out with a limited edition flavor and I thought you’d wanna try when you can taste again.” Y/n was a touchy girl, so whenever her head is resting on his shoulder and shes thanking him for all of his gifts, he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“You take your medicine yet?” He knows that she hasn’t, he’s been watching her since Bakugo’s car pulled into her driveway. She shakes her head no.

“They gave me a shot earlier, ‘Ts supposed to make me sleepy. The other stuff tastes too ick.” Her tongue sticks out of her mouth to prove her disgusted reaction.

“You’ve still gotta take it, bunny. How ‘bout I make us some lunch and then you can take your medicine?” Her big eyes stare at his as her pupils are blown wide and she’s nodding her head.

“‘Mkay. Will you stay the day with me?” He nods his head, “I’ll even stay the night if you want me to.” He’s so sweet, like always, Y/n thought. Meanwhile, Kirishima thinks of different places to fuck his pretty pet while she looks him in the eye. “Really? I can’t wait!” They hadn’t had a sleepover in what seemed like years.

Even after Kirishima had made the classic tomato soup and grilled cheese lunch, Y/n’s throat still burned. The girl would not stop whining and Kirishima could tell that something was going on. She was acting like a cranky toddler. She whines, clearing her throat for the nth time. Kirishima takes a breath.

“What’s the matter? You need anything?” They both sat on her bed, eyes glued to the television as one of their favorite anime play. Little does she know, she’s sitting where Kirishima had just came hours ago.

“Don’t feel good. M’ throat hurts.” Her small hand grabs her neck and she looks up at Kiri, “Is it swollen?” Opening her swollen lips and sticking her tongue out, she waits for an answer but he cant stop face fucking her in his mind to even form a coherent sentence, “Eiji?”

“Y yeah, it’s swollen.” Now he’s the one to clear his throat, “W Will the medicine you were prescribed help with it?”

“No,” She frowns, “Medicine’s only good for my cough but it won’t help the itchy feeling.”

“Wan’ me to help? I got some cough drops earlier. Could help you scratch that lil itch.” He’s unwrapping the candy and placing it on her tongue. It’s not even a minute before she’s whining again.

“S’ too much. Need something else.” She’s whining and it’s making his dick twitch, but he refuses to fuck the pretty girl without having her beg.

“Open up, bunny.” He warily places two of his fingers on her tongue. Watching as she opens her mouth wider and sucks his index and middle finger deeper, he loses his breath. First, she was sitting on the bed and letting it happen but by the time her cunt had realized what was happening and started leaking (literally within the first minute), she was slipping to her knees and towards the in between of his legs.

“What you think you’re doing down there?” Her eyes were half-closed as her tongue ran laps along his thick fingers and he can tell the medicine is kicking in. She’s delirious. Her hand touches his thigh and he’s looking down at her, one eyebrow up. Giving her a second to breathe, his fingers leave her throat with a muffled moan and pop escaping after it.

“M’ wanna taste you.” He’s smirking, “I think it’ll help.” She’s wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and he can’t fucking stand how she looks right now. So sick and desperate.

“You are tasting me.” She knows he’s playing stupid, “My fingers are in your mouth right now and you’re practically crying over it. Little crybaby.” She whimpers at the nickname she was too used to hearing by Bakugo and all of her other peers. Her eyes water.

“Need your cock in my mouth, Eiji.” Her small hand rubs at the obvious bulge that’s straining against his pants. He’d never heard her say something so vulgar and nearly growling at the feeling, head thrown back at the touch he thought he’d never feel in a thousand years from the girl he yearned for the most.

“Aw, you need it? Well, that’s too bad because i’m not giving you it with your pretty throat so swollen,” Her brows are furrowing and she’s upset and cranky. All because she was tired, didn’t feel 100% and wanted a dick in her. Trying to tug his pants down anyways, she’s yelping underneath him as he’s grabbing her hair roughly and bringing her face inches away from his. “Don’t be such a greedy fucking baby and i’ll put my cock somewhere better, ‘kay?” Letting go of her hair, her pupils are still blown wide and she seems fucked out of her mind, “Be a good girl and watch your show.” She can’t stop making a mess in her pink panties and she crawls back up to the bed to sit on his large lap. She’s sat on his lap dozens and dozens of times before but this time it felt different. Maybe it was because she was rocking her clothed pussy against him.

“What’re you doing?” He asks, hissing.

“Watching my show.” She says innocently and he wanted to make her fucking cry around him. He felt the need to be so mean to her that she’s begging him to stop. Kirishima was right. The medicine was kicking in at an unbelievable pace and before either of them knew it, the brat was asleep on Eijirou’s lap. His dick still leaked underneath of her and it didn’t help that the restless sleeper couldn’t go two minutes without bucking her hips or shuttering in his ear. Two hours in and he felt as if he was going to cum just at the breathless pants that the woman would let out. Stroking her skin, he hopes it wakes her up and after another couple of hours, it does.

“Well, g’morning, sleeping beauty.” It’s six in the afternoon, the sun was already threatening to set.

“Mmm, goo’ mornin’.” She rubs her eyes with the backs of her hands and sniffles a few times, “Did you sleep?” He lies and nods his head.

“Yeah, I did for a little bit.” Translation: No, I was too busy rutting against your sleeping body and edging myself, trying not to wake you up. He would be surprised she didn’t if he hadn’t slept over with her before. Once Y/n was out, she was out for good and he knew that.

“Good.” She’s trying to crawl out of his lap and although she could feel his hard prick pressing against her since she woke up (and went to sleep), she didn’t pay any attention towards it. Payback was a bitch.

“Wanna watch another movie with me?” She acts as if she’s not literally changing into pajamas in front of him. Her front is facing a corner as she takes off her shirt and is left in only panties and Kirishima feels as if she’s doing it on purpose (it definitely was) but the angel on his shoulder tells him that this is an often thing that occurs and to calm down.

He can’t seem to look away from the patch of dark pink in between Ino’s legs and wants to devour her completely. By the time she turns around, there’s practically drool hanging from the pervert’s lips and he doesn’t try that hard to hide his attraction.

“You okay, Ei?” She knows exactly what she’s doing, wearing the prettiest panties with his merchandise.

“Y yeah.” He can see the faint smirk on her lips before she’s turning on her heels and heading towards the living room.

You dirty bitch. You’re fucking doing this on purpose.

He’s walking towards the living room, not even saying anything. He pours her another dose of her medicine before handing it to her, “Oh yeah. Thanks.” She’s got her back facing him as she reads through the movies in her bookshelf. As she takes the medication, his sweatshirt is riding up on her and the bottom of her asscheeks can be seen.

Do something. She’s fucking begging for it, Kirishima’s thinking but his good morals and the way his parents raised him brought the man against it. Rather than shoving her chest against the bookshelf and shoving his entire cock into her at once like he’d yearned to do, he swallows his words and backs away from his actions. She hands him the empty medication cup before putting the DVD into the player and flopping onto the couch, sweatshirt flinging up to expose her stomach and cunt as well. Her frame is so small compared to his, well, everything.

He’s pulled away from his own thoughts. “I put in the new All Might documentary. Katsuki is in it!” He cannot fucking believe her but she’s bouncing around and looks so excited.

“Sure,” He says through his clenched teeth. She presses play and sometimes he wishes that she wasn’t so stupid whenever it came to people’s emotions and true meaning. He felt as if he could catch on fire at any moment but she acted as if nothing had even happened.

He’s blocking the entire film out, staring at her plush thighs and trying his hardest to calm down. It works for the most part, his anger fading when he makes a point to focus on the way her heart beats as her back eventually leans against his chest.

That is until there’s an obvious different reaction coming from his best friend and he’s filling with fury again.

“Look at him, Ei! Doesn’t he look so cool?!” Her eyes are glistening, a reflection of the tv shining back as they’re open wide with pure adoration. He wishes that she acted that way towards him. He doesn’t answer and rather than being smart and stopping at that, the Dynamight fan could not stop. Every single frame the man was on, she seemed to giggle with excitement and kick her feet.

“Why do you even like him so much? He’s such a dick.” Kirishima’s getting grumpy now. He couldn’t stand how she fonds for a man that in his opinion, is worse than she deserves. Kirishima is what she deserved. She’s turning, shocked.

“How could you say that?! He’s so cool and is such a good hero!” She’s grinning, cheeks glowing a little red and for a second, she reminds Kirishima of Deku, “Not to mention how handsome he is.”

Eiji is upset, pouting and groaning. It’s quite obvious with how a sharp attitude laced his words. “I don’t see you wearing your little Bakugo sweatshirt with soaked panties right now. How come Red Riot’s not your favorite?” Her eyebrows scrunch at his jealous words. She crosses her arms over her Red Riot merchandise and looks away.

“Don’t be mean, Kiri.” She’s blushing, embarrassed. He doesn’t stop.

“No. Really. Tell me why i’m not your favorite. I could feel you leaking on me through your entire fucking nap. Doubt you’re doing that to your beloved Dynamight.” She’s getting pissed off at how he’s treating her, like she was at fault for sharing her interests.

“You think i’m only like this for you? You’re dumber than I thought. Why do you think my throat is so swollen? Because my beloved Dynamight wouldn’t let me up off of his cock for thirty minutes.” Y/n is standing up off of the couch, she’s red in the face and dizzy from the cough syrup and the adrenaline from arguing with her best friend over something so stupid. Kirishima was bubbling with anger and doesn’t dare let her get away.

“Get your little ass over here.” He’s grabbing her wrist.

“Let go. I’m mad at you right now.” She’s pouting, bottom lip puckered out and all. He wanted to fill her with his generation.

“Why? Because I called you out for being a slut?” His hard-on is pressed snug against her back and she shutters at the feeling of its size, “Or is it because you’ll get in trouble if Katsuki finds out? Don’t worry, bunny. I won’t tell a soul.” He’s lying through his fucking teeth and plans on marking her pretty skin and emptying himself into her cervix so the entire world will know. Y/n doesn’t try to get away for too long, knowing he’d always win in their fights. He was way too huge to stand a chance against.

Whenever Kirishima is rubbing fingers between her legs, feeling at the slick that slipped through her panties, he’s smirking, “Look at all that. You don’t look very mad at me,” He’s gently leading her back towards the couch, his hand barely touching her. Still being annoyed with his jealousy, she tries pushing against him but doesn’t stand a chance against his strength or size. At first he’s gentle but soon after, she’s being pushed against the couch, ass and pussy in the air, “You’ve made such a mess. We’ll need to get these in the wash right away.” She would have thought he was being somewhat helpful but his quirk makes his fingers sharp, slicing the fabric right off of her skin.

“Ei?”

“Shut up. Your throat is swollen.” He’s snappy and his breath makes her twitch as he talks so close to her twitching cunny. His tongue slurps at the pearlescent juices that spill from her core. She’s whimpering under his mouth.

“P please, s’ too much.” Her face is red hot, eyes squeezed shut as she becomes so embarrassed under his gaze and touch.

His large hand slaps a print onto the curve of her asscheek. “What did I fucking say?” His demeanor made her twitch around nothing and shes covering her mouth with her own small hands as her chest presses against the sofa.

Her back is arching and legs are spread as her face is being pushed further into the couch cushions. His tongue sucked and flicked at her sensitive nub until her legs were literally giving out. Large hands finally coming up towards her needy hole, he’s slipping two fingers into her cunt and its squelching immediately. Her whines get louder, “Please, I’ll do anything!” She’s begging, trying to move her hips closer towards Kirishima so he’ll go even deeper.

“No,” Tears start to fall past her waterline, “I’m not putting my dick in your slutty little pussy unless you tell me how much of a better hero I am compared to your shitty Dynamight.” She doesn’t even have to think, already fucked out on two of his fingers that literally feel like the size of Bakugo’s entire shaft.

“F- feel like I’m gonna die without your cock, Eiji. N- need you!! Need my favorite pro’s hero so I won’t die. Save me, please!” He can hardly help himself before he’s shoving his pants down, thick cock springing out.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl for me, yeah?” His cock is barely slipping in and Kichona is moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Shhh, baby. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Gripping her plush hips and shoving his entire cock in to the hilt, she’s clenching around him hard.

“E Eiji, m’ gonna cum!” Her eyes are screwed shut, jaw slack as pants and moans fall from between her lips. He doesn’t slow his pace, keeping the same rhythm as she’s twitching and leaving a creamy ring around his dick.

“Already? Such a sensitive girl.” He wasn’t going to stop. Not anytime soon, at least. He had been dreaming and fucking his fist to this thought for years at this point and he wasn’t just going to rush and get it done.

“N’nnng hhh~” He’s laughing and it’s making her clench even harder around him.

“You tryna’ tell me something? Or are ya’ too stupid?” Her eyes are barely open but they’re staring back at Kirishima and small tears are leaving trails down her pretty cheeks.

His large hand rubs her spine all the way down to her hips and she feels so in love with him, “L’ love you s’much.” He has to hold on tighter to her skin than he has for the entire day this far due to her confession (that he was sure to her being fucked out but didn’t care).

“You love me? Is that right?” She’s nodding her head, drooling and leaving a puddle of her own saliva on the sofa. Leaning towards her ear, his abdomen is pressing snug against her back and the angle is entirely different. She’s practically purring underneath him, “Love me s’ much, you gonna let me stuff my babies in you?” At this point, Y/n’s hips were meeting Kiri’s thrusts perfectly in time as his dick head abuses her cervix.

“Y Yes! Wan’ be your lil’ wifey,” She’s rambling on and he can barely understand what she’s saying. He’s getting off on the idea and the thought of coming home to Y/n in an apron and making dinner for him and the kids make his load sneak up on him and he was cumming in her quick.

Pulling out of her, Eijirou doesn’t plan on staying out long, “Let’s turn you over, lil’ housewife. Needa’ see your pretty face.” Her chin is glistening, covered in drool and her lips are puffy from how much she’s been biting them. He can’t help himself, his dick slowly entering back into her as his lips come towards hers and end the distance between them. She’s kissing back sloppily, her coordination off because of the cough medication. One of his large hands are grabbing at her tit and her back is arching off of the couch.

“Eiji~”

“What is it, baby?” She’s so fucked out and in a head space, her hands gently rub at his biceps as she stares up at him with doey eyes. She’s not even able to answer him but he’s not upset over it, he was too busy staring at her and taking in her soft figure from underneath him. Her eyes are barely able to keep open but her pupils are still blown wide. Frail arms coming up to try and wrap around his neck, he leans down to help her out. She’s so soft compared to his scarred up chest from working so hard as a Pro and he can’t help but think of nipping up her precious skin.

“Wan’ you.” Wet lashes graze his chest as she’s so close to him and he can’t help but want to be closer to her than ever before. Arms wrapping around her figure, hands squeezing at soft love handles, he leans back on the couch and takes in the sight of her sitting on his cock, thighs on either side of his torso.

Teeth tugging on the skin under her jaw and leaving bite marks along the nape of her neck and collar, Y/n’s become practically numb at the overload of senses. Tears roll down her cheeks as she’s quivering under the pressure of his cock nudging against her cervix.

“A ahhhh, K Kiri,” They’re so close together, the two are nearly one being. The sensuality of it all had made the slightest touch feel like a firework of lust. She looks up at him with tired eyes as he slowly but deeply rocks inside of her.

“There’s no fuckin’ way i’m letting you go.” She didn’t find anything wrong with the statement Kirishima had just come out with. In her opinion, this is where he belonged. Nine inches deep inside of his best friend.

Lifting the girl for the last time that night, he’s holding her tightly and refuses to leave the warmth of her cunt as he’s putting her back against a wall and fucking her as thoroughly as he could. An entirely new noise leaves Y/n’s throat; a squeak, high and desperate. With the newfound angle, her legs began to go numb and a tingling sensation spread across the tips of her toes all the way to her tits that bounced with each thrust.

“L Love you s so much. Wan’ marry you, Eiji. Wan’ have your b babies.” She’s so fucked out and babbling every thought that goes through her head out loud. Kirishima is so overwhelmed with his senses that he barely hears her pleads. All he can pay attention to is the feeling of him repeatedly fucking his load back into her and how it dripped down her quivering thighs as well as the sound of skin slapping skin.

Lips finally locking together, Y/n feels close on the edge of finishing on her best friend for the nth time. Wrapping her legs around his hips as she’s clenching and dripping around his cock, he’s speeding up his pace and becoming more desperate as his end comes near. He doesn’t dare pull out. Why would he? His entire goal was to be part of her life forever.

Thrusting his load into her cunt a few more times, he’s slowly pulling out and laying Y/n against the couch gently. He can peek the cum dribbling out from between her legs and snickers at her body twitching at the overstimulation.

“How’s that for some good medicine?”