#yes I took a picture of my screen instead of screenshotting it

[pumpkingeorge]

Proof that if there’s a chance I can look like this in any game I am going to take it.

[isbus]

So I’m back…

But this time, I have a tutorial!

Do you have a 3DS?

(If you say yes to that, then we’re cooking).

Do you want to draw something similar if not better than…

THIS?!

Then boy I have a tutorial for you!

Since this was drawn on a 3DS, I can’t really tell you anymore than for a 3DS. Sorry..

Step One: Prep!

Grab your 3DS and go to “Nintendo 3DS Camera”! Or whatever it might be called if you have a “New” one.

Optional: If you want you can take a picture within the game- if it’s capable of doing so.

For me I’m gonna use a screenshot from Miitopia.

Step 2: Background!

Part 1: Plain Backgrounds

If you want something like the following image, follow this part’s instructions.

Take a random full screen sized image. Any image will work as long as it fits the screen perfectly. (Take a screenshot from a game such as Tomodachi Life or Miitopia).

Tap the image so that it says graffiti.

Then use a stamp, such as the dialogue bubble.

Hold the stamp and make sure it fills the corners.

Then you have a plain white background! This one you can press finish,but the other method you can’t.

Here’s a quick video tutorial, because I don’t think I phrased it right!

(I took it on my phone, that’s how easy it is).

Part 2: Backgrounds that aren’t pure white!

If you want to make the starting image (but your own), then follow these steps!

(Once again, I’m using Miitopia screenshots for an example).

Once again, GRAFFITI!

Instead of using a stamp, you might have to just color it yourself. Mainly because the stamp method is harder for backgrounds like the first one.

COLOR THE BACKGROUND, BUT DON’T DRAW ANYTHING ELSE. (Unless you just want to draw a background). Trust me, it’s easier.

Boom! Plain background ready for sketching.

Don’t press finish cause it can decrease the quality with enough graffitiing and finishing.

Step 3: Draw the Base!

You gotta draw that body-ody-ody!

Just draw a bust or whatever is easier for you. “Omg IsBus you have to have drawing skills?!” Yeah I know. How could I?

I’m gonna draw the bust up because it’s easier for me.

(Don’t look at me like that.)

For the plain BG ones, just do the same thing for the rest of the steps but for your screen.

Since the background hasn’t been saved, don’t use the eraser because it will remove the white BG. Unless you are using the first background method, that is. (Use the white pencil.)

Step 4: Draw the character / Coloring Page Step!

On the plain BG you can draw what ever but for me and my Miitopia character, I’m gonna draw him. If you did the color-only-a-part-of-the-drawing method (like I’m doing), you can do whatever still.

Think of the white area as a green screen; you can draw whatever you want on it.

This phase is like the pencil part of a physical drawing. White out the base as you get to parts you want over it (for example: hair or clothes).

Bam! Coloring page!

Part 5: Coloring!

Remember when I called it a coloring page? This is why.

Color the drawing how you see fit!

If you’re using the all white bg, then you might have to use the stickers or the rainbow pencil. I recommend the stickers if you want to shade/shine, but if you want more options, use the rainbow brush.

If you’re basically doing what I’m doing, you can use the colors from the image to color your character!

Once you’re done coloring the image, remember to ink the lines again! Use a medium brush for coloring but a thin brush for inking the lines.

Part 6: Final Details!

For people who want any additional details, or need to clean up edges.

If you did the plain bg you can decorate and clean up as much as you need!

If you’re doing what I’m doing, you can clean up the edges of the white spot and add additional details.

And Voila! You did it!

If you have a 3DS and followed my tutorial, show me what you did! I wanna see it!

Have a good day/night! And thank you for reading!

~IsBus

[aquarius-stories-and-story-ideas]

(Here's another screenshot edit I commissioned from @paimaniagalaxia. This is from 'The VVV' episode. Right now, that one is my favorite because we get to see a lot of Black Hat. As you can see, there are stark differences in Esther and Black Hat's facial expressions. Even though she loves her Uncle, she doesn't always condone his actions. For example, making Flug fight Mascara Macabra while he was controlling Dementia. Here's how I think this scene would play out with Esther.)

Dementia straightened up as the mask finally took full control of her. "Yes, yes." She said as she turned back around. Her voice was synthesized and sounded like both her voice and a mans were talking at the same time. "This host is so much stronger. Esto es increíble! This girl is a real monster." She flexed and felt her biceps. She glared up at the screen with a big grin on her face. "Well, Charrito? How many more do I break for you to come down?"

Black Hat merely cocked his eyebrows at her and Esther looked up at him. Everyone else in the arena turned to Flug, who now had a spotlight shining on him. The scientist made some terrified noises as he realized that he was going to have to go up against Dementia. Everyone started laughing.

Dementia briefly look of disbelief on her face. "What? You're kidding me? That lunch bag?" She started laughing as well.

Black Hat threw down his glass of 'wine' and laughed as well. Esther had a look of fear and worry on her face. They couldn't really expect Flug to fight her, right? When she felt her Uncle wrap his free hand around her to hold her in place she knew he ment it. She leaned against her Uncles chest and tried to find some form of comfort in his heaving form.

Black Hat spoke when he was done laughing. "Doctor, be a lad and bring her back."

He gave his boss a nervous look. "Uh, sir. Wouldn't it be easier to put a job posting online instead?"

Black Hat gently nudged Esther off of his lap and she moved to stand beside his throne. He literally phased through the screens with a terrifying look on his face. He glared at Flug and drooled a bit. "OBEY!"

Flug was transformed into a luchador uniform. A purple mask with red accents around the eyes appeared on his paper bag. He now sported a purple tank top with red accents on the straps. A sandwich picture was plastered right in the middle of the tank top. A white elbow-length fingerless glove covered his left arm. Instead of a glove on his right arm, there was a gold-colored wrist cuff. His shorts were also purple with red on the bottom. His shoes were red as well and he hand on white knee braces.

"Sorry, sir." Stammered Flug. "Just getting rattling, sir."

He made his way to the wrestling ring. "Of course, it had to be me." He fumed to himself. "I don't get paid enough to clean up after this lizard brain mess everytime-" He cut himself off when he tried to climb into the ring and briefly got tangled in the rubber wires.

Dementia laughed when he fell flat on his face. "I’ve had tacos with more spice than-"

Flug stood up and brushed himself off. "Shut up, you uncreative parasite!"

"Let's find out if your whole body fits inside that little bag!" She then charged at him on all fours.

Flug flinched. "That must be a metaphor, right?"

The announcer popped in behind him. "No. No, it's not."

He gained a hard look on his face. "Is that so?" He struck a pose. "Hat bots, attack!"

Two huge hat bots landed in the ring. One had on a leopard print luchador uniform and the other had on a green and pink one.

"What a twist, ladies and gentlemen!" Exclaimed the announcer. "Will El Alebrije be able to defeat that pair of mechanical grills?" Flug turned to leave but was stopped when the announcer spoke again. "Aaaand, they're junk."

The scientist turned back around in disbelief. "But, how?"

Dementia laughed on top of the now ruined robots, their heads in her hands. "You're next, bolsa!" She literally ran her tongue over her sharp teeth.

Esther glanced at her Uncle and noticed he was completely engrossed in the fight. She quietly took a few steps back and teleported herself next to the ring. Summoning a small glass platform, she hopped on it and peeked into the ring. She looked just in time to see Flug starting to panic. He turned to the crowd and quickly found 505. "Quickly, 505! Hand me the Tranquilizator!"

The bear turned to him and shrugged. It looked like Flug was trying to not lose it. "What do you mean you don't have it?! I thought we brought it!"

He turned around to see Dementia wrap her hair around him and toss him across the ring. When he sat up she was looming over him.

"What's wrong, chico holgado? Are you scared?" She said mockingly.

Esther couldn't take it anymore. She climbed into the ring and ran straight for Dementia.

"Dementia," Said Flug. "stop this at once."

She wagged a finger at him. “There is no more Dementia. Just Mascara MacabraAAAAHHH!”

She yelled when Esther pulled on her long hair. Flug jumped and his sights immediately went to the small preteen. “Esther?!”

“Esther!” Thundered Black Hat. Fear could be heard seeping into his words. “What do you think you are doing, young lady?!”

“Saving Dementia!” She answered.

Dementia yanked her hair out of her hands and turned to her. “Kid, get out of here. I don't fight children. They’re too easy to beat.”

Esther glared at her and kicked her in the shin. The older woman merely grunted. “Let Dementia go right now!” She made an attempt to punch her, but the older woman grabbed her by the back of the shirt. When she was lifted at eye level with her she took the opportunity to kick her in the chin. “I said let her go, right now!”

Dementia rubbed her chin as Esther tried to reach for the mask. “Okay. I’ll make an exception for you.”

The small preteen was about to say something, but Dementia threw her out of the ring before she could even make a sound. Before she hit the ground black shadows swallowed her and she was dropped onto someones lap. She looked up to see her Uncle.

“That was idiotic and dangerous, young lady.” He scolded as he wrapped his arms around her. “Let the adults handle this. You’re much too young to be getting directly involved with advanced villains like Mascara Macabra.”

Esther sighed as guilt gripped her. “I know. I just wanted to help. I’m afraid for Dr. Flug and Dementia.”

Black Hat briefly petted her head. “I know, baby.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Not this time. I’m not going to punish you for trying to help someone. But, I except you to stay with me until this is over. Understand? You gave me quite the scare”

“Yes, sir and I’m sorry”

“Good.” He shifted so she would be more comfortable and kissed her on the head. “It’s okay. Now, let’s see how Flug handles this, shall we?”

[thetragicallynerdy]

Okie dokie I got tagged in this new tag game by @thou-art-of-the-stars , @yerbamansa , and @alfalfairy - thanks for the tag pals!!

Share the following: Lock screen, last listened to song, last photo taken, last picture saved

Listen my lock screen is the most boring and I use it solely because it's the most vision friendly one I've found lol

[ID: a screenshot of my lock screen. It is plain light pink, near to dusty rose, and shows the time and date in white text. Nothing else is on the lock screen. End ID.]

Last song was The Storm by Bronze Radio Return, from my Olu/Jim cowboy themed playlist!

[ID: a screenshot of Spotify on the song The Storm by Bronze Radio Return. It is playing from a playlist titled "blood oranges". End ID.]

Last photo I took is this hilarious shirt found at a thrift store (and yes, I bought it, it goes with my worlds greatest slut shirt and is a new painting tank top)

[ID: a photo of a black tank top with bright red large text that reads 'this is what sexy looks like' hanging on a rack. End ID.]

And last saved photo - The Littlest Hobo, Canada's favourite dog 💙 (The Littlest Hobo was a Canadian TV show about a stray dog that wandered around and helped people. It was a good show, from what I recall.)

[ID: a photo of the Complete First Season of The Littlest Hobo. The promo art shows Hobo, a short haired German Shepherd dog, in black and white, with a mountainous forest landscape behind him. Text reads "The Littlest Hobo" with the tag line "Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on..." End ID.]

Tagging - @yourlocal-charlatan , @wall-e-gorl , @swallowtailed , @nevershootamockingbird , @lovewithagirl , @ladythmpr , @frrenchie and anyone else who wants to do it! (Only if you feel like it of course, if u don't I am giving u a lil kiss on the noggin instead)

[carsonnichols]

the great war

summer melanie manipulates carson into coming to her aid, causing problems between him and sylvia

Carson is at home when he gets a bunch of calls from Melanie. He ignores the first few before sighing and answering. She tells him she fell and needs to be taken to the doctors right away and she’s scared. He doesn’t want to say yes because he firmly believes that the baby she’s pregnant with is not his but he also feels bad because she’s clearly alone while pregnant. He gives in and picks her up, taking her to her doctor. While they’re in the room getting an ultrasound, Carson watches the screen intently, wanting the baby to be alright. Little does he know that Melanie takes a picture of him and posts it to her Instagram story with a the caption “check up with baby daddy”. Carson gets home hours later, totally oblivious to the post cause he has Melanie blocked on socials.

Sylvia had been studying at the library all evening when she got a text from Faye. It was a screenshot of Carson’s profile and Melanie’s face at what looks like a doctor’s office. She widens her eyes at the picture and immediately gathers her things to head back to their apartment. Sylvia arrived back home and didn’t see Carson anywhere. Instead of texting him, she decided to wait for him. She heard the door open a while later and she turned her head to see him walking in. Sylvia narrowed her eyes slightly and stayed quiet, waiting for him to notice her.

Carson lets out a breath of relief when he sees Sylvia, “Hi, babe.”

She lets out a soft breath and fiddles with her phone, “How’s Mel?”

His brows raise, “she fell down the stairs and was panicked something happened to the baby and she called me fifty times begging to take her to the doctor. I took her, she and the baby are you okay.”

Sylvia shakes her head and frowns as she holds out her phone with the screenshot of Mel’s picture.

He takes her phone and looks, sighing heavily, “Wow.”

She frowns deeply and takes her phone back, “I thought the baby isn’t yours.”

His brows raise, “It’s not! But what was I supposed to do?!”

Sylvia stands up and walks in the kitchen, shaking her head, “I don’t know…tell your girlfriend at least.”

He frowns, “I was going to tell you before you even asked. I couldn’t exactly have my phone out in the doctors office and it felt like something I should tell you in person.”

She fills the kettle and starts to make herself tea as she nods her head.

Carson furrows his brows, “you cant seriously be mad at me right now.”

Sylvia looks up at him and shakes her head, “I am more upset with the fact that she is clearly pregnant with your baby. Why else would she be calling you, Carson? And yes, you should’ve texted me right away. I would’ve gone with you.”

His jaw drops, “clearly pregnant with my baby? Sylvie there is no proof! She called me because who else would she call? She wants it to be me so she’s doing everything in her power to make it seem like it is. Why would you go with me? It wasn’t important because it’s not my baby!”

She turns on the kettle and sighs softly, “Carson, you don’t know that it’s not your baby. She was your girlfriend, why would she have been with anyone else?”

Carson gives her a look, “we broke up, and because I was with someone else! We don’t know the exact timeline.”

Sylvia leans against the kitchen counter and rubs her forehead, “But it’s still possible and that’s why I could go with you.”

He sighs, “To what?”

She looks back at him and shrugs one shoulder, “To these appointments or whatever she needs. Otherwise she will get the wrong idea.”

Carson frowns, “What idea?”

Sylvia turns as she lets out a soft sigh and grabs herself a mug from the cabinet, “That you will fall back in love with her and be a family or something.”

He frowns, “I think bringing you will give her the wrong idea that I’m accepting her word that it’s my baby and that I want to coparent.”

She swallows and closes her eyes for a moment, “Carson..that might be the reality.”

Carson groans, “I know she’s lying! I know when she’s lying and she is.”

Sylvia turns back to him and frowns as she whispers, “But..what if she’s not? We can’t pretend it’s not happening and I can’t pretend it’s not affecting me.”

His face drops and he looks at her, shaking his head.

She walks over to him and puts her hands on his arms, “I’m sorry, I don’t..I don’t what to do.”

Carson shakes his head and looks away from her, “You don’t believe me.”

Sylvia sighs softly and shakes her head, “I do believe that you don’t think the baby is yours but how can you know? You said yourself that you don’t know the timeline. And you need to prepare yourself for the fact that this very well could be your child.”

He shakes his head more, “I won’t.”

She squeezes his arms and frowns, “Why not?”

Carson frowns, “Cause it’s not mine.”

Sylvia bites her lower lip gently and nods her head.

He sighs heavily and goes to sit down.

She follows him and sits down next to him, “Carson..”

Carson frowns, “I was just trying to be nice.”

Sylvia puts her hand on his arm and smiles softly, “I understand that.”

He rakes his fingers back through his hair.

She puts her arms around his shoulders and leans against him, “I’m sorry.”

Carson brings his arms around her, “It just can’t be. I’m not ready to be a dad!”

Sylvia hugs him close and nods her head, “I know, I know.”

He buries his face into her chest.

She brushes her hand over his hair as she kisses the top of his head.

Carson squeezes his eyes shut, “she was scared and I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t just ignore her when she’s pregnant and fell..”

Sylvia shakes her head and frowns softly, “I know. I understand that.”

He shakes his head, “But I don’t.. I can’t..”

She moves her hand to cup his cheek to look at him, “Carson..”

Carson keeps shaking his head.

Sylvia strokes his cheek and furrows her brows, “Look at me.”

He frowns and opens his eyes to look at her.

She lowers her voice to a soft tone, “It’s going to be okay either way. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Carson nods a little and swallows thickly.

Sylvia runs her fingers through his hair, “We need to get a paternity test as soon as possible.”

He sighs, “She won’t get one. And I don’t know if I can force her.”

She bites her lower lip, “We could..talk to my dad? My step mom is a lawyer.”

Carson frowns, “He’s going to be so disappointed in me.”

Sylvia shakes her head and kisses his forehead, “No, he will understand. It was before we were dating.”

He shakes his head, “If the baby is mine and I’m with you, he is going to be disappointed in me.”

She sighs softly and hugs him tighter again, “Then he will get over it because I am standing by you. The sooner we know, the better.”

Carson nods a little and holds her just as tight, closing his eyes.

Sylvia keeps her eyes on his face as she strokes the back of his neck, “It’s going to be okay.”

He fights back tears and buries his face in her chest again.

She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses his temple, “I’m sorry.”

Carson nods, “It’s okay..”

Sylvia moves her nails over his scalp and sighs softly, “I love you.”

He nods again, “I love you too.”

She closes her own eyes as she holds him tight.

Carson frowns, “I don’t know how to deal with this.”

Sylvia shakes her head with a sigh, “I know. But we can figure it out.”

He swallows thickly as he tries not to get emotional.

She runs her fingers through his hair, “Let it out, baby.”

Carson grips the back of her shirt as he lets out a sob.

She holds him tight and kisses the top of his head.

He cries harder against her shirt and holds her tight.

Sylvia feels her own eyes well up as she lets a few tears drop.

Carson sniffles and his shoulders shake as he cries.

She lets her own tears fall as she squeezes him tighter, “It’s okay, it’s okay..”

He pulls back and wipes at his eyes with his palms, “I’m sorry..”

Sylvia shakes her head and moves her hand to swipe away stray tears, “Don’t apologize.”

Carson frowns as he sees her crying and covers his face with his hand.

She puts her hands over his wrists, “Carson…”

He shakes his head, “I’ve put us in a huge mess.”

Sylvia shakes her head and pulls his hands back from his face, “No you didn’t. First of all, she was your girlfriend. We didn’t know us would happen again and we don’t know, like you said it’s very possible it’s not your baby.”

Carson rubs his forehead and closes his eyes.

She strokes his jaw with her thumb and bites her lower lip gently.

He frowns, “I need a second..” he gets up and goes to get water from the fridge and Advil from the cabinet.

Sylvia nods as she sits back and wipes at her face quickly before closing her eyes.

Carson takes the ibuprofen and then goes over to her, holding out his hand, “can we go lay down?”

She opens her eyes and nods as she takes his hand and stands.

He brings her into the bedroom to go and lay down.

Sylvia lays down with him and pulls their blankets over them.

Carson wraps his arms around her and lets out a shaky breath.

She scoots closer to him and strokes his cheek gently, “I love you, Carson.”

He leans into her touch, “I love you too.”

Sylvia leans her forehead against his and closes her eyes.

Carson closes his eyes too, “I really don’t want to disappoint your dad..”

She strokes his cheek again, “Then we don’t tell him. I can still ask Julia and ask her not to tell him.”

He nods a little, “we only tell him if.. if..”

Sylvia nods her head quickly, “Exactly.”

Carson nods and plays with her hair, “Okay..”

She nudges her nose against his gently, “Everything will work out the way it is supposed to.”

He nods and lets out a shaky breath, “god I hope so.”

Sylvia kisses him gently and hums, “Trust me, I know it will.”

Carson half smiles, “thank you..”

She nods and tangles her legs with his, “That’s what I’m here for.”

He runs his fingers through her hair, “If it is mine..”

Sylvia leans into him and hums softly, “Yeah?”

Carson frowns, “I don’t know how to ask you to be a maternal figure..”

She shakes her head and brushes her hand over his chest, “You don’t have to ask, Carson.”

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry..”

Sylvia presses her lips to his gently, “Please don’t apologize. Will it be difficult to handle this change? Yes but I told you, I’m not going anywhere and we will work it out together.”

Carson nods his head, “I love you so much..”

She smiles softly and wraps her arm around him, “I love you, too.”

He moves his hand to stroke her cheek and sighs softly, “I don’t deserve you.”

Sylvia shakes her head and frowns, “You didn’t do anything wrong to not deserve me.”

Carson frowns, “I could be ruining your life.”

She brushes her thumb over his back, “It will not stop me from having the career I want, Carson.”

He frowns, “What about the rest of it?”

Sylvia raises her brows slightly, “Like what?”

Carson looks at her, “Having fun being in your early 20s.”

She shrugs one shoulder and smiles, “We will still have fun.”

He chews on his lip, “Not the same way.”

Sylvia strokes his cheekbone and shakes her head, “I’ll be okay.”

Carson sighs, “Baby..”

She smiles softly and kisses him lovingly.

He returns the loving kiss, threading his fingers into her hair.

Sylvia brushes her thumb over his chin and smiles against his lips.

Carson holds her closer as they kiss.

She slides her hand down to his neck and sighs happily.

He tilts his head into the kiss and breathes out softly through his nose.

Sylvia pulls back slightly and kisses his jaw to his ear, hugging him tight.

Carson hugs her just as tight.

She nuzzles her face into his neck

He kisses her head and squeezes his arms around her.

Sylvia sighs softly and moves her hands to rub his back.

Carson presses his nose to her hair and closes his eyes.

She kisses his neck a few times and hums softly, “I’ll always love you, you know that?”

He pulls back to look at her and lets out a deep breath, “I know.. but I can’t.. I won’t allow you to give too much of yourself and your life for me.”

Sylvia frowns as she looks up at him, “What are you saying? If the baby is yours, we should not be together?”

Carson looks at her with wide eyes, “No! No, not at all. I fucking love you, Sylvie. I want you forever, but if.. if the baby is mine and I watch you deplete yourself by staying with me then you have to let me go.”

She shakes her head at him and furrows her brows, “That’s not going to happen.”

He looks at her, “With a baby? Being forever attached to Melanie? It could.”

Sylvia sighs and shakes her head, “No it won’t. You don’t understand how long I’ve been in love with you, Carson. We’ve been through so many changes, this won’t break us or me.”

Carson tears up again, “It’s too much to ask.”

She frowns at him, “Not when you love someone.”

He swallows thickly and runs his fingers through her hair, “You’re gonna let me marry you one day, right?”

Sylvia nods her head and half smiles, “I always hoped so.”

Carson leans his forehead against hers, “Me too, baby..”

She closes her eyes and sighs softly, “I wanna get married in Tahoe. In the winter time with the snow.”

He grins as he pictures it, “God, you always look so beautiful there with the snow.. the contrast of your skin and hair with the pure white of the surroundings.”

Sylvia smiles and pushes up the bottom of his shirt to draw her nails over his lower back, “What do you dream of?”

Carson hums softly, “Us dancing in a ballroom with big windows so we can still get the full affect of the scenery, and having greenery to add to the contrast.”

She grins and keeps her eyes closed as she imagines it, “A woodsy, winter wedding. You at the end of the aisle, perfect.”

He smiles widely at her, “what kind of ring do you want?”

Sylvia looks up at him and laughs softly, “Something simple but classic. Maybe round.”

Carson smiles, “White gold?”

She nods with a smile as she pecks his lips, “Yeah I think so.”

He smiles, “Any diamonds in the band?”

Sylvia grins and shrugs one shoulder, “If you think it looks pretty. You know what I’ll like.”

Carson smiles and strokes her hair, “When do you wanna get married?”

She hums softly, “Maybe after med school and before my residency?”

He nods and smiles, “And if you decide sooner you’ll drop the proper hints?”

Sylvia laughs and kisses him gently, “Of course.”

Carson laughs, “Good.”

She slides her hands over his shoulder and hums, “Is that timeline okay with you?”

He smiles, “I don’t care about the timeline as long as I’m yours forever.”

Sylvia nudges her nose against his and smiles, “You are.”

Carson smiles, “Also realized I asked when you wanna get married.. so this means long engagement is on the table?”

She laughs and leans her forehead against his, “Of course.”

He grins widely, “Okay good.”

Sylvia grins and draws her nails over his lower back, “I just want it to be a surprise.”

Carson hums, “What about your nails?”

She shrugs one shoulder and laughs, “I can take a picture later. I try to keep them done often anyways.”

He laughs, “Uhhh we are not delaying any pictures cause of your nails.”

Sylvia shakes her head and laughs, “I just mean a close up!”

Carson chuckles and pulls her closer, “I’m gonna have to take you to get your nails done all the time so it becomes the norm and then you’ll never suspect a thing.”

She grins and laugh, “I like the sound of that.”

He smiles, “I love you.”

Sylvia presses her lips to his and mumbles, “I love you.”

Carson sighs happily and kisses her harder.

She kisses him back deeply and wraps her leg around him.

He rubs her thigh as they kiss and he smiles against her lips.

Sylvia makes a soft sound and grins into the kiss.

Carson pulls back, “does talking about our future make you hot?”

She nods with a shy grin, “I do love planning.”

He chuckles and kisses her deeply, rubbing her leg again.

Sylvia returns the deep kiss and rubs his lower back with a smile.

Carson grins and pulls her tighter against him.

She makes a soft sound as she brushes her tongue over lips lower lip.

He parts her lips with his before moving his tongue over hers.

Sylvia moves her tongue with his as slides her hands to his stomach, pushing his shirt up farther.

Carson whimpers and slides his hand down the back of her bottoms to squeeze her butt.

She makes a soft sound as she drags her nails over his abdomen.

He pulls her closer as they kiss.

Sylvia gently sucks on his tongue and tightens her leg around him.

Carson groans softly and presses his hips to hers.

She whimpers and pushes his shirt up as she breaks the kiss.

He grins and starts to undress her.

Sylvia lifts her arms and helps him with a grin.

Carson chuckles and unhooks her bra before pulling his shirt off.

She slides her hands over his chest and grins at him, “You are perfect.”

He blushes a little, “stop..”

Sylvia laughs and presses her lips to his.

Carson takes her bra off and then tugs her bottoms down, “you’re the perfect one..”

She helps him and starts to undo his pants as she flushes, “Carson..”

He grins widely, “My beautiful, future wife.”

Sylvia blushes deepens as she kisses him deeply.

Carson grins and returns the kiss.

She rolls onto her back and brings him with her a she kisses him lovingly.

He sighs happily into the kiss as he hovers over her.

Sylvia slides her fingers through his hair and presses her chest against his.

Carson kisses her eagerly.

She kisses him harder and wraps her leg around him.

He makes a small noise and pushes his hips into hers.

She moans into the kiss and tugs on his hair.

Carson slides his hand down her body slowly.

Sylvia breaks the kiss with a grin and slides her nails over his stomach.

He moves his hand between her legs and rubs her center slowly.

She whines and lifts her hips into his touch.

Carson hums and teases her clit with her fingertips.

Sylvia moans his name as she pushes his pants down.

He moves his legs to help her get them off as he rubs her slowly.

She whimpers and lifts her hips to him, “Car..”

Carson adds more pressure with his fingers, “Yeah, baby?”

Sylvia moans as she slides her hand over his boxers, “That feels so good…”

He makes a small noise as he keeps rubbing her, “I love touching you, Sylvie..”

She grabs his length and moans softly, “You know exactly how to drive me crazy..”

Carson adds a little more pressure and groans, “Just me, baby?”

Sylvia whines louder as she nods her head, “Just you…”

He moans, “Cause you’re all mine, even when we share. Right, baby?”

She pushes his boxers down and nods her head again, “All yours, baby..”

Carson grins, “Good girl..”

Sylvia brushes her thumb over his tip and nudges her nose against his jaw.

He groans and slides his fingers down her slit, “What do you think about when Eli fucks you?”

She whimpers softly and moves her thumb teasingly, “Usually I’m so nervous until I make sure you are nearby and having fun then I’ll have fun and I’m just thinking about how I love that we can do this stuff together.”

Carson groans, “Wanna know what I’m thinking when Eli fucks you?”

Sylvia raises her brows with a nod, “Of course.”

He smirks, “That you are so fucking sexy.. and that it’s amazing that you let me do to you what he is, and how beautiful you look when you’re coming.”

Sylvia blushes softly and wraps his hand around his length, “What do you think about with Faye?”

Carson makes a small noise and teases her entrance with his fingers. “That she feels good, but I love when you look over and watch us and get even more turned on and moan louder for Eli.”

She whimpers and lifts her hips towards him, “I love watching you and seeing how you’re still so sweet to her but so sexy and strong..”

He pushes two fingers into her, “And you fucking melting for Eli..”

Sylvia moans softly as she strokes his length, “I melt for you..”

Carson smirks, “No, baby.. you burn for me.” He groans and thrusts his fingers slow and hard.

She whimpers loudly and moves her free hand to cup his cheek, “I burn for you, Carson..”

He leans down and kisses her hard.

Sylvia slips her hand to the back of his neck as she kisses him just as hard.

Carson keeps moving his fingers as he kisses her deeply.

She moans against his lips and strokes his length with her other hand.

He moans and breaks the kiss, “I need you, baby..”

Sylvia brushes her thumb over his tip before she drops her hand, “I need you, too.”

Carson withdraws his fingers and presses his tip to her entrance before pushing into her with a moan.

She grips his arms as she moans his name.

He groans and thrusts in and out of her.

Sylvia cries out and leans her head back.

Carson moans and holds her hip as he thrusts his hips.

She slides her hands into his hair and moans louder, “Carson..don’t stop..”

He leans down and kisses her her neck as he groans, continuing to move his hips.

Sylvia tilts her head to the side as she cries out loudly, “Baby..”

Carson groans sucks on her skin as he thrusts harder.

She grips his hair as she rocks her hips to meet his, “I’m so close..”

He moans her name, “Fuck, me too..”

Sylvia cries out as her hips writhe and she hits her climax, her walls clenching around him.

Carson groans her name loudly as he climaxes, pushing into her hard.

She tugs on his hair gently as she whimpers his name.

He whimpers and kisses along her jaw.

Sylvia closes her eyes as she smiles and slides her hands down to his neck.

Carson pulls out of her slowly and lays down on his side, bringing his arms around her tight.

She sighs happily as she curls into his side, hooking one leg around his.

He kisses her softly on the lips.

Sylvia smiles and returns the kiss gently.

Carson sighs happily against her lips and brushes his fingertips up and down over her thigh.

Sylvia hums as chills raise over her skin and she pulls back, “I love you.”

He smiles widely, “I love you..”

She smiles and looks up at him lovingly, “Always?”

Carson nods and smiles, “Unconditionally, always.”

Sylvia leans her forehead against his and sighs happily, “My future husband.”

He grins widely and whispers, “Say it again..”

She grins back at him as she whispers, “Fiancé, husband, love of my life..”

Carson smiles even brighter before kissing her.

Sylvia kisses him back lovingly and strokes his cheekbone.

He grins against her lips and rubs her leg.

She hums against his lips and slides her hands down his back.

Carson sighs happily and pulls back slightly.

Sylvia hugs him close and buries her face in his neck.

He holds her tight and rubs her back.

She kisses his shoulder and smiles.

Carson grins to himself, “My Sylvie..”

Sylvia grins wider and pulls back, “I love that you call me that.”

He looks at her and smiles, “Good, otherwise it would be very awkward.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “I mean I really only love you calling me it. Everyone else just always calls me Syl but Sylvie is just for you.”

Carson grins, “Just for me..”

Sylvia nods with a bright smile, “Yep, just you.”

He grins, “well it makes sense cause I’m the only one who gets to see the side of you.”

She kisses him a few times and nods, “You sure do. Otherwise I would be sitting here studying and boring myself to sleep.”

Carson laughs, “And we can’t have that.”

Sylvia shakes her head and laughs, “Absolutely not.”

He grins and kisses her nose.

She giggles and scrunches up her nose.

Carson smiles, “I love that sound.”

Sylvia grins and cups his cheek gently, “You make me so happy.”

He smiles widely, “It’s so mutual, baby.”

She strokes his cheekbone and smiles, “Good, I hoped so.”

He grins, “Not something you have to worry about.”

Sylvia shakes her head and hums, “I don’t anymore.”

He smiles and kisses her.

She returns the kiss with a happy hum.

Carson grins and tucks her hair behind her ear.

Sylvia grins and pulls back, leaning her forehead against hers.

He grins at her, "I love you."

She smiles adoringly and strokes his cheekbone, “I love you.”

Carson leans his forehead against hers and smiles wider.

Sylvia hums happily and nudges his nose against his.

He smiles and strokes her hair gently.

She closes her eyes with a smile.

Carson closes his eyes and holds her close.

Sylvia rubs his back, “You tired?“

He nods his head, “Exhausted.”

She kisses his forehead and curls into him, “It’s been a long day.”

Carson nods and lets out a soft breath, “very long..”

She strokes his hair and nods her head, “Go to sleep, baby.”

He nods a little and snuggles into her more.

Sylvia holds him close and relaxes into the bed.

He lets out a deep breath as he starts to doze.

She smiles sleepily and continues to run her fingers through his hair as she closes her eyes and drifts off.

[jackalopey]

also: was anyone going to tell me that cuckolding exists in the star wars universe or was i just supposed to find out from an aldeeranian nobleman while playing my bounty hunter

[illicitlimerence-writes]

close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

[storiesforallfandoms]

comparisons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2195

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Colson Baker one where you’re dating after him and Megan where you get a bunch of hate and they both defend you against the hate please”

description: when her boyfriend’s ex is one of the most beautiful actresses of this generation, she finds herself being constantly compared to her and receiving hateful messages

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, hate messages, insecurities

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There was some sort of assumption that when you start dating someone, you immediately hate their ex. That could not be further from the truth for me and Colson. In fact, Colson’s ex-girlfriend introduced us shortly after their break up, and had constantly pushed for the two of us to get together.

Megan was basically the backbone in our friendship. She pushed me to pursue my dreams in acting (as well as helped you with that since she was so much more famous than you were when you started), then she pushed me to start auditioning for bigger roles. The moment she introduced me to Colson, I knew exactly what was coming next.

“That’s weird, Meg,” I had told her. “Isn’t there, like, a girl code about dating your best friend’s ex?”

“I’m literally shoving you onto him,” she had responded. “I think you’re fine with the girl code.”

A few months after meeting, I finally caved and asked Colson out on a date. Six months later, I was still thanking Megan for giving me that push.

Shortly after making our relationship public, however, the happiness slowly came to a stop. For me, anyways. Colson, bless his heart, was blissfully ignorant to the comments his fanbase started to send me.

“yikes, he really downgraded huh?”

“how do you go from megan fox to...that?”

“guess mgk couldn’t keep up his streak of hot girlfriends”

Hate comes with fame, I knew that. I had my fair share of hate comments ever since the start. It was easy to ignore them when they were just a handful of hate comments here and there, but this was different. This was a bombardment of hate that was so heavy I could barley go online.

Colson was oblivious for a while, until he found out I had deleted all my social media accounts.

“Did you delete your Instagram babe?” he asked the minute he got home the day I had done it.

“Yeah,” I responded, nonchalantly. “I deleted all my social media.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I just thought it’d be better for me mentally. They say being so attached to social media is bad for you or whatever.”

“But you weren’t even addicted to social media. You just liked sharing your memories - our memories.”

I shrugged again and turned back to my cooking. I wasn’t about to tell him his fans drove me off the internet. He loved his fans, I couldn’t fuck that up for him, even if what they were saying hurt me so much.

My back was to him as I cooked, so he couldn’t see my reaction when he asked, “Is it because people were comparing you to Megan?”

I froze completely. I could feel his eyes staring into the back of my head, but I just couldn’t convince myself to turn around to face him. I knew that if I did, I’d crack. I had gone too long pretending everything was okay, keeping this secret from Colson, to finally let it slip now. I just had to throw him off of his thought process.

“Where did you get that idea?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

He was next to me suddenly, holding his phone up so I could see it. On the screen was a picture of me at a red carpet just below a headline that read “(Y/F/N) deletes social media accounts amid hateful comments from boyfriend Machine Gun Kelly’s fans”.

I sighed in frustration. Of course the tabloid vultures had already written articles about it. I had only done it a few hours earlier, but they always had to be the first ones to write another story about me.

“I didn’t even know I was getting hate,” I said, trying to keep up the lie even though it was pretty obvious I had been found out. “I just decided to delete my accounts, it must be a coincidence.”

“Really? Because this article says you were receiving so much hate that you couldn’t even go into the comments on your pictures or replies on your tweets without seeing a mass amount of hate from my fans.”

I turned off the stove and turned around suddenly, abandoning my cooking completely as I quickly walked out of the kitchen and towards mine and Colson’s room. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and the last thing I wanted was for Colson to see me cry.

I wasn’t shocked to hear his footsteps coming after me. I forgot how much longer his legs were than mine, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up with me and stop me before I could get too far away. He took hold of my arm and turned me around to look at him. The moment my eyes landed on his face, it felt like someone had finally broke the dam holding back my tears.

Colson pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly as I sobbed into his chest. Every ounce of overwhelming feelings I had been bottling up for months was finally starting to come out, and I realized it was long overdue when I eventually began to grow tired from my crying.

I felt Colson pick me up and bring me to his bed. My eyes were starting to grow heavy despite how much I was fighting against them to stay awake. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep, but it was obvious I had needed that rest, because when I woke up again I felt more well rested than I had in a long time.

I opened my eyes to find myself facing the window, which helped me to pinpoint that it was now nighttime as the sky was pitch black. I rolled over, expecting to find Colson asleep next to me only to find that I was alone in his bed. I was confused at first, forgetting the events that happened mere hours earlier.

I could hear a distant voice talking and was able to identify it as Colson’s. I got up from his bed and made my way towards the stairs, hearing it get louder as I stood at the top.

“I wish she would’ve told me,” he was saying. “I don’t know why she would’ve kept this a secret from me.”

“She didn’t want you upset with your fans,” came another voice. This one was distorted like it was coming from a phone. When she spoke again, I realized it was Megan’s voice. “And she’s stubborn. She was probably determined to deal with this by herself.”

“I just hate that she felt that way,” Colson sighed. “I don’t want her believing anything any of those people said to her, but I saw screenshots and fuck...they really did just bombard her with hate.”

“I know, but none of us could’ve predicted this. Your fans were so cool with us dating, I thought they’d love (Y/N) since we’re so similar.”

I sat down on the top of the stairs and peeked down enough that I could see Colson without him seeing me. He was laid out on the couch in just his sweat pants. In his hand he was holding his phone up, the other was slung over the back of his couch. I could see the guilt on his face, which broke my heart to see. I didn’t want Colson feeling guilty for something that was out of his control.

“You think what I posted will do anything?” he asked Megan.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. When people want to hate, they just want to hate.”

Hearing that Colson had posted something made me curious. I felt around my pants for my phone, but realized I had probably left it in the room or downstairs somewhere. I was in too deep now to give myself away, but I really wanted to know what he had posted about the situation.

“Thanks for talking to me about this, Megan,” he said.

“Of course, Colson. Anytime.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Colson tossed his phone onto the coffee table and put his arm under his head. “Are you gonna come down babe?”

I wanted to ask how he knew I was there, but instead I stood from my spot and made my way down the stairs. When I entered the living room, Colson just looked up at me for a moment, almost expectantly. I smiled down at him and laid on top of him with my head on his chest. The arm that was over the back of the couch wrapped around me and he gently kissed the top of my head.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

“Just the last bit,” I admitted. “Something about a post you made.”

Colson hummed, his chest vibrating underneath my ear as he did. “I wanted to address the issue, and I knew you wouldn’t let me do it if you were awake.”

“I still don’t like that you did it now,” I said, half joking. “Can I see the post?”

He moved his head to look down at me. “How do I know you’re not going to delete the post?”

“You don’t,” I responded. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He smiled and reached over to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opened it and pulled up a post he had made on Instagram: it was your usual white background with text post you saw celebrities make from time to time.

It read:

“I love my fans so much. You guys are my EST family, and I’m so proud of this family that we have built over the last few years. However, it came to my attention today that some of you have been less than nice to my girlfriend to a point where she felt the need to delete her social media accounts. I will admit, I was oblivious to this at first as I am not one to go onto other people’s social media to read comments and replies, and (Y/N) kept this to herself instead of telling me about it. But now that I do know, I have to say I am beyond pissed. (Y/N) is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, inside and out. She is not Megan, and honestly - with all respect to Megan - I’m glad that she’s not. I love Megan as a friend, but truly that’s all she is to me. (Y/N) is my soulmate, the love of my life. These comparisons and jabs at her because she isn’t my ex are absolutely disgusting, especially coming from people who claim they love me as much as you guys do. Please learn how to treat the people in my life with love and respect, or else take my face out of your profile pictures and my name out of your usernames/bios as you are not a true fan of mine. From the bottom of my heart, fuck you to anyone that made my girlfriend feel like shit.”

I scrolled down to see the comments and saw that the top one was from Megan, and was already liked by Colson.

“(Y/N) is not my competition, nor is she my enemy. She is my friend and she has been since before Colson and I were ever together. The fact that people feel the need to pit two women against one another just because they both dated the same person is absolutely appalling to me. I’d like to emphasis Colson’s statement - fuck you to whoever hurt my friend.”

I handed Colson his phone back, not wanting to read any more. I could feel a lump in my throat again, but this one was from happiness. I felt so lucky to have two amazing people in my corner during a time that was otherwise very trying for me.

“I’m sorry I never told you,” I said as I rested against his chest again.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You don’t have any reason to be sorry either. You can’t control your fans.”

“Then neither of us will be sorry.”

I chuckled at this. For a moment we were both silent, the only sound being Colson’s heart beating under my ear. It was a soothing sound, and combined with his fingers tracing over my back, I was almost lulled back to sleep.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my hair.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What?”

“I said I love you.”

I was speechless. It was the first time he had seriously said those words and he had managed to shock me into silence with them.

He looked at me, his face slowly becoming concerned with my silence.

“I love you, too,” I finally managed.

A smile broke out across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to him. For the rest of the night, he would whisper those three words to me randomly, and I would whisper back my response every time.

[jesslaw94-blog]

Runa knows what's up

[ac3id]

Plaything | 18+

plaything 0/ ?? | part 1

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 0: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation.

summary: by luck, you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt, and powerful brats who just seem to hate you, and among them, a certain red-eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 0: you reject bakugou’s proposal to fuck in the dirty boys' washroom so he teaches you a lesson.

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a/n: hello !! so this is like a little introduction to my yandere! bully! bakugou series fic. there’s also going to a lot of other bnha character mentions but the main pairing will be w/ baku n reader. enjoy!

“bakugou, i don’t want to do this,” your voice is weak as you bite on your lower lip, trying to stop sinful moans from leaking out of your mouth. bakugo has you bent over the cold and wet sink counter, your chest pressed against the dirty marble while your skirt is flipped over your displaying your bare, perky round ass to his stalking eyes. “who are you calling bakugo?” he spanks your ass with force, making you lose your footing as your head bumps lightly against the mirror.

“sorry, master,” you answer barely above a whisper but it’s loud enough in the empty washroom for him to hear yet he makes you repeat yourself,

“what was that, brat? i couldn’t fucking hear you.” he spanks you again, his heavy hand coming in contact with your soft ass with ferocity sending you flying off your feet.

“i am sorry, master!” you exclaim a little loudly, hoping it would satisfy him. and it does. he scoffs crudely, ghosting his fingers over your pussy lips before dipping his large fingers between them and petting your dry hole. he plays with your cunt, stroking his fingers lovingly over your little pearl, gathering wetness as he slips one finger into your hole. pumping them in and out at a slow pace. he takes his time, building up your orgasm while laughing wickedly as you try to hold in your moans. his fingers inside your cunt increase their pace as your juices start dripping down to your thighs,

“you said you don’t want this?” while his right hand destroys your cunt, his other hand wraps around your small neck. grasping it lightly, making it harder for you to breathe. “why are you dripping everywhere like a slut? hm?”

he had pulled you aside from regular classes, declaring them boring as fuck and that he wanted to do something much better like; fucking you in the boys' washroom. you denied, you told him no. you wanted to attend the lesson and besides skipping with him wouldn’t be any good to you. he was not kind to you, he was a meanie. he still insisted; telling you it’s fine, he knows the material. he can just tutor you later. no harm done, see? see?

if there was anything you hated more than being stuck in the prestigious u.a. high where everyone seemed to be out for your blood was spending time with bakugo katsuki. and being with him alone was another nightmare. he hated you. you didn’t know why, he’d never say why. you just assumed it was because of that one time you accidentally spilled coffee on him or maybe it was just because you breathed. honestly, both seemed favorable in this situation.

after many failed attempts of convincing you to come with him, he gets fed up. he pulls out his phone and shoves it into your face. his screen displays pictures of you which he had taken before and the ones which you had sent him. they are all lewd shots. pictures of you sucking him off while looking into the camera with glassy eyes illuminated the screen and as you swiped right it changed to another with the same background, lighting, and angle but the only difference being that your face was now covered with his seed while you posed for the camera with an innocent smile.

a look deeper into his gallery and you find your nudes which bakugo had forced you to take. it was necessary for you to be naked with your tits and ass being visible, he also wanted to see your face and would never settle for anything else. he never settles for anything without your face in it, makes you take those shots again and again until he’s satisfied with the results. he saves them, all of them. even the ‘bad ones' have been screenshotted and saved onto his phone for his personal use. he never tells what he uses them for but you don’t need to hear it from him. you already know he’s jerking off to each one of them every night before he goes to sleep.

it’s funny, anyone could take a look at those pictures and find out they are not photos exchanged between lovers. your expressions- no matter how hard you try, you always end up looking like you want to cry. there’s fear in your eyes and it just doesn’t feel authentic. it looks forced. like someone had put a gun to your head while you sat and took them. and well, that’s not a far-fetched idea.

he promises these are for his eyes only, “no one else gets to you like this. you are mine.” his words exactly but when his friends also start staring at you with lust-ridden eyes, you can’t help but question his words.

he blackmails you into coming with him. threatening he’d leak those pictures all around the school if you didn’t come with him as if he hadn’t already. as if your compromising photos weren’t already saved in all of your classmates’ phones anyway. bakugo should give himself a pat on the back, he’s such a great actor!

“for someone who doesn’t want this,” his demeaning, rude voice pulls you back from the dreamland you were trying to escape to. he forces you nearer to your edge, tiny whimpers leave your lips accompanied with loud moans as his fingers brush deliciously against your sweet spot. your precious cunt greedily pulls him in deeper and deeper, inviting him graciously into your womb but unfortunately, his fingers aren’t that long. but you know what is?

“you sure are dripping like a whore.” with every whimper which leaves your supple lips, bakugo feels himself get harder. his pants tighten as a bulge starts straining against his expensive, pleated bottoms. the hand prettily choking your neck detaches itself leaving you inhaling puffs of air as he works his pants off his hips. as you hear the rattling of his belt coming undone, a loud cry enough to draw attention from others outside of the room leaves your throat.

it catches bakugo off guard but nonetheless helps him get even harder, he likes to make you cry and get off to it. “why are you crying, bitch? it’s not doing you any favors here.” his fingers rub against your swollen, little pearl while lining up his fat cock to your blinking hole. “please, bakugo, don’t. i will do anything, anything else. just not this, i’ve never done this before.” you sound pathetic. your voice breaking with every word you utter. big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you ugly cried. bakugo almost feels sorry.

but in all honesty, he really couldn't care less about you. all your whining and crying only incite him further as ruthless ideas to break you down flood his mind. the kindest so far being him taking you right here and now but, but a sudden flash of seeing you utterly broken and in misery flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t let go of it. he wanted to see you tremble much more than you were right now. he wanted to see you cry much more than you were crying right now. Maybe he did hate you, he always pushed you around like you were his little pet of some sort to prove a point- that he is better than you. he is superior, you must respect him. you should kiss the ground he walks on, you should let yourself be his little plaything. then maybe, he’ll let you loose? who knows, he might just get even more obsessed.

as he watches you cry beneath him, your pathetic whimpers reverberating off the marble walls, a wicked idea pops into his head. he pulls his dick away from your exposed hole instead, replacing it with his fingers like before. “fine, brat.” his voice is softer, it surprises you. was he not going to rape you after all? “just because you said anything.” there it is again, the edge in his voice that makes you regret what you said. now, you know he has something worse planned for you. but it’s too late, you can’t go against your word now. you said anything, get ready to do anything. “stop squirming, i’m trying to make you cum. god knows whether you can even do that for yourself.” you most definitely can.

"a bitch like you needs someone to do everything for her.” again, you are probably the most independent student in the whole school,

“am I right, princess?” you are so wrong. “yes, master.”

no matter how crude and humiliating his words were and how much you hated his voice, you still found yourself clenching around his fingers almost ripping them off. your cunt squeezed his digits tightly as the coil building in your stomach tightened. moans of his name echoed all over the room as you felt yourself come closer. bakugo was taking his time playing with you, drawing you out making your release painfully slow as a form of revenge. you begged for him to play with your little clit so you could achieve ecstasy but he was too petty. after minutes of agonizing you to the point, there were tears streaming down your face and drool escaping your lips, falling onto the wet counter. he finally decided to flick his finger against your hardened bud. rubbing tight circles, he played with it aimlessly until he felt the gush of wetness around his fingers and the high-pitched scream which left your mouth as you came. his other hand pumped his still-hard cock. he was still pissed that he wouldn’t be able to cum inside you but it was fine for now. he had something much brutal set up in his mind for his plaything, he was aware that what he was planning might completely destroy but he figured it was worth it. much better to have a mindless slave who lives to fulfill her master’s wishes anyway.

he lets go of you, backing away with his hard cock still out and aching for relief. the huge head blushed red and leaking with pre, too bad he won’t get to finish inside of you yet. you quickly walk away from him, bending forward to search for your discarded panties. bakugo grunts at the sight of your wet pussy presenting itself to him, riling him up even more than he already was. He wastes no time pumping his cock at the sight of your exposed bottom, gasp and groans of pleasure escaping his lips,

“oi, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, catching you sliding your panties on your legs. you turn around to face him, face burning when you are met with him stroking his cock at your movements. your eyes almost can’t leave the sight of his leaking cock, hard and begging to be played with and as much as you to admit it; it lights a fire inside you.

“stop fucking staring, you’re making it worse,” he growls and you immediately turn your eyes to his face. he smirks, “what? do you want it now? too bad, it’s too late,” he taunts. his eyes trail your body, eyebrows furrowing when he looks down your legs. “who told you to wear them,” he points at your panties between your legs. you give him a confused look, “you’re not allowed to put them on. give them to me,” he commands and panic crosses your eyes. you hesitate for a moment, debating whether you should listen to him or not. his fists clench as he glares at you, sending shivers down your spine, “what are looking at! give!” he speaks louder this time in a demanding tone as if he was scolding a little child who had picked up something from his office. your fingers tremble as you reach out to give the pink fabric to him, “leave.” what? you look at him in confusion. your big, doe eyes racking fear and anxiety. you wait for him to laugh or make a sarcastic remark about how gullible you are but it never comes. instead, he wraps your cotton panties around his cock, right in front of you, and begins jerking himself off. you are disgusted and petrified by his shameless actions, “what are you standing here for? leave. remember you said anything?” yeah, so you did. and you regret it already.

your legs tremble as you walk towards the door, pushing it open and peaking your head to check for people in the hallway. once you find it empty you walk out to the outside before sparing one last glance inside the dirty washroom. you hope for bakugo to call out to you, call you back but all you see is him cumming thick ropes into your panties while his eyes are screwed shut in ecstasy. yeah, you weren’t getting those back.

with shame and defeat written all over your face, you make your back to your classroom. your face is heated with embarrassment and humiliation as you remember you are walking around practically naked just an accident away from flashing yourself to anyone who cares to see. for the better half of the day, you walk around tugging your skirt as low as it can get. you don’t see bakugo for the rest of the day as he leaves you alone but when you do catch his eyes for a second or two, the wicked grin stretching over his features is hard to miss. He knows exactly what he is doing.

just as the day is about to end, he walks behind you squeezing your bare ass from under your skirt managing a surprised shriek from you when you feel his warm palms caress your ass pervertedly, “cute.” he whispers in your ear before turning you around and pinning you the wall. his fingers slide up your thighs moving closer to your cunt. warm digits graze over your slit earning a gasp from you, “come over, I will tutor you on the subjects you missed.” he kisses your neck, “come just like this.” he spanks your ass lightly before he leaves you be. his words are absolute and you know better than to disobey him, all of this was happening because you disobeyed him. you gather your things and walk up to his dorm room dressed just as you were before: in your school shirt, blazer, skirt, and no panties just as he wants it. when you arrive in his room you are met with his entire friend group sitting there with their books and pencils out. kaminari, kirishima and sero are not as surprised to see you as you are to see them. they greet you with happy faces which you return with a light smile.

“hey,” bakugo says with a smirk, guiding you to sit between sero and kirishima. between them the two humongous men, you feel like a child. with kirishima being tall and muscular and Sero being tall, lean and surprisingly packing a few too, makes you feel like a dwarf. you feel small and tiny in their presence and they very much notice it, sending knowing looks to one another while bakugo tries to tutor you. you know something’s up.

not a lot of studying takes place as kirishima grows impatient and slides his hand under your skirt and settles it over your cunt, rubbing his fingers on your pussy lips, occasionally pressing them on your clit. sero flips your skirt displaying your naked cunt to peering eyes. kaminari whistles, “wow, she really wasn’t wearing anything the entire day,” he comments. with one hand, Kirishima captures your wrists behind your back and pushes you on his lap. sero holds your legs to prevent you from squirming around like a dead fish, trying to break free. “so who goes first?” kaminari asks, walking over to you and crouching at your level. kirishima holds tightly with him seated on bakugo’s bed, kaminari flashes you a charming smile before his fingers run to unbutton your t-shirt, pulling your tits out of your bra. he tugs on one of your nipples while kishima’s large digits tugs on another.

“obviously me, dumbass.” bakugo barks coming closer to you. tears prick at your eyes as you beg him to stop, you tell him you’re sorry and that you will never disobey him ever again but he’s too far gone. the other men in the room might feel a little shitty about what they were going to do but there is no remorse in bakugo’s eyes. he looks at you like a predator looks at his prey, stalking about to pounce at any given second, “shut up, whore. you asked for this.” tears break loose as kirishima starts spreading your legs on command. wandering fingers rubbing at your pussy, trying to get you ready are forced to stop as bakugo declares that it must hurt for you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you know you should have never said no to me right? be grateful for what’s being given to you, you’re our little plaything. a cute, little slut. you don’t get to say no,” his rough fingers grab at your jaw, prying it open as he spits in your mouth. “now just shut up and take our cocks, okay?” you cry out yes but he’s not satisfied. His hand strikes against your face, your cheek stings with burning hot pain as more tears leak out of your eyes. grabbing your face harshly, he lifts it up so you’re facing him, “okay?” he repeats. you calm your breath before answering him, fear and anxiety fucking you up in dread for what’s to come.

“yes, master,” you say in the most submissive voice you make out.

[hispipsqueak]

Late Night Calls

Tsukishima x F!Reader (NSFW)

A/N: Finally, writing about the actual love of my goddamn life. I hope you guys enjoy it! Yes I listened to the entirety of Ariana Grande’s discography while writing this.

TW: Daddy kink, sex over video call, semi public sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism (kind of?), mutual masturbation, no actual sex. 

The night was lonely and your bed felt way too big.

You rolled over for the twelfth time that night, looking over to the empty space where your boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, usually slept. He was away at a game with his team, the Sendai Frogs, and even though you were extremely proud of his accomplishments, you couldn’t help but miss his large hands wrapped around your waist while you slept. You picked up your phone from the nightstand.

3:15 A.M

You groaned into your pillow. You had work in the morning, but without sleep, you knew you were going to be absolutely miserable. You tapped your phone until you found his contact name, and sent a quick text.

“Hey baby! I know you’re probably sleeping. Just miss you. Hope your trip is going well. <3”

You closed out of the app, and began to scroll through social media until your phone vibrated with a new text.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, little girl?”

You couldn’t help but blush at his words. Tsukishima had a habit of making you feel so small in the best way. Call it an authority kink, but you loved it.

“So bossy. Plus, I can’t sleep without someone stealing my covers.”

You smiled, and curled up against his pillow. You could still smell the faint scent of his body wash embedded in it, which brought you some comfort. Your phone buzzed again.

“Sounds like a personal problem. Sucks to suck.” followed by a yawning emoji. 

You rolled your eyes. Though Tsukishima had definitely matured since high school, he was still a sarcastic jerk when he wanted to be. You looked around, before inspiration struck. You giggled to yourself and pulled the strap of your tank top down. You tousled your hair a bit, and grabbed his pillow, placing it in front of your chest, giving a peek of the top of your chest. Your mouth formed a sultry pout and you snapped a pic and sent it to him.

“I’m too cute to sleep alone.”

You waited for his response, hoping he didn’t fall asleep. What you didn’t expect was the chime, alerting you of a video call request. You accepted and the sleepy face of your boyfriend filled your screen. 

“As much as I agree, you need to get to sleep, doll.” Tsukishima said, his voice low. You figured he was rooming with a couple of his teammates and had to be quiet. His earbuds seemed to confirm this.

“I’m trying, but this bed is like, way too big. And I miss you, loser.” you pouted, knowing there was nothing he really could do but feeling bratty anyway.

His lip twitched with a small smile.  

“I miss you too, brat. But, I’m going to be away for two more days and I’m pretty sure you’ll die if you don’t sleep until then.” Tsukishima, turned and propped himself on his arm. You looked at him and were reminded by how gorgeous he was. His lips were soft and pink, his sleepy eyes were like liquid gold, and you could see the shadow of his Adam’s apple when he spoke again.

“What are you staring at, shortcake?”, he teased and your face flushed. 

“Aren’t I allowed to stare at my hot boyfriend?” You smiled and he rolled his eyes. But even through the phone you could see the blush creep on his cheeks. 

“You’re such a pervert.” He said, clearly at a loss for better insults.

“Like you aren’t. I know you only called me because my tits looked amazing in that picture I sent you.” You said, moving against the wall, so you could tease him with a slightly better view of them.

He parted his lips slightly, before looking back into your eyes. “Well, I certainly can’t argue with that, doll. Though, I might need a refresher, since I’ve been away for so long.”

You smirked at him. “Aren’t you in a room with other people right now? Pervert,”

He cocked his eyebrow and gave you a stare that you felt electrify your body.

“How about you stop being a brat and show me how much you miss me, little girl?” His voice was still low, but commanding. You could feel the heat pool between your thighs.

You slid off your tank top and the urge to cover yourself from his piercing gaze was overwhelming. He could see your arms itching to move to create some sense of modesty.

 “You look absolutely delicious, baby doll. Play with your tits for me.” He said, while his hand found its way to his boxers. You looked at him through your eyelashes and brought your fingers to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. You let out a soft moan.

Tsukishima lightly gripped the base of his cock and began to stroke himself to the private show you were giving him. 

You could see his arm muscles tensing and you licked your lip.

“Let me see how I make you feel, daddy.” you whispered, as your hand began to travel into your shorts.

Tsukishima’s eyes rolled back as he began to squeeze his cock tighter. “Fuck baby girl, I want you so goddamn bad.” 

He repositioned the camera so you could see his hand fisting his cock and your mouth watered at how delicious it looked. His cock was slender and long with a rosy pink tip. You imagined how good it would feel to lap up all of the precum that currently coated it and let out a whimper.

 You moved your camera so it was propped up against the pillows and slid off your shorts and panties. You could hear him let out a soft groan as you ran your fingers over your dripping cunt. You pushed a finger in while your thumb ran over your clit. You dragged your finger around the plush walls of your pussy before pulling out and thrusting back in. You moaned, wishing you were being slammed on his long fingers instead but knowing he was getting off to you had you want to perform a good show for him.

Tsukishima let out heavy, uneven breaths as he watched you play with yourself. He could see you creaming all over your fingers and it dripping down your thighs. He gripped his cock tighter and ran a finger over the slit on top, thinking of how you would leave soft licks on his tip when he had you on your knees. 

“Kei, god it feels so fucking good…” your voice moaned through his earbuds. He watched how you slid another finger into your pussy, and the sounds of your arousal only made his cock grow harder.

“That’s it baby doll, fuck...fuck yourself on your fingers. Be a good girl for me and show me how, fuck, how you cum around those fingers.” Tsukishima groaned, louder than he hoped, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was your moans, your body writhing in pleasure because you belonged to him. He could see you were getting close and he could feel his balls tighten. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Kei! Fuck, I want to cum for you. Let me cum for you, please daddy.”, you cried, and he could hear the desperation in your voice.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck baby doll. Cum for daddy.” Tsukishima groaned as his hot cum splattered, covering his abs and his fingers. He slowly loosened his grip and gave a couple more tugs to his cock as it shot smaller drops of cum. He watched as you came down from your high and he had the strongest urge to hold you in his arms as you rode out your climax.

You panted as you pulled your soaked fingers out of your cunt slowly. As he watched, you slipped your fingers into your mouth to lick off your juices. 

“Good girl.” Kei whispered, clearly spent but still in control.

You released your fingers with a small pop and pulled your phone close so now your face filled the screen, 

“I guess I can let you go to sleep now, baby!”, you giggled, as your drowsiness began to envelop you.

“Such a brat.”, Tsukishima teased, before rolling over to take off his glasses. He could hear your soft breaths even out and saw your eyes close. He smiled and took a quick screenshot of your sleeping face.

“I love you. I can’t wait to be home, Y/N.”

[harveywritings92]

You get drunk and lost.

You go out with some friends drinking, get plastered and somehow you've broke away from your group. after walking around the city you have moment of clarity you text you boyfriend, "Halph! me loss...!!" before he can respond you accidently put it on silent, and he freaks and nearly tears the streets upside down looking for you, only to get a call at the ass crack of dawn by random person saying they've found you...

Warnings : alcohol use, Smoking, theft and mature situations.

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Dabi: He thought it was joke at first, sure his girl likes to let loose from time to time, But she never irresponsible about it! So, when he got that text he thought you were screwing with him, He texted you [Aww what'd ya lose Doll?] you didn't text him back... He thought she just put her phone away, as time passed by soon Dabi got worried, he checked his phone; the time you'd said you be home had long passed.

He called you and kept getting the busy signal. "Tch" without missing a beat he got his hoodie, face-cover and sunglasses on and went out to the bar that you said you'd be at just in time to see your friends drunkenly stagger out of the bar giggling like a bunch of hens. "Hey." He called out to them one them... Ayaka? If that's what her name was? Dabi wasn't really paying attention when you showed him her picture.

he was to busy fantasizing you in that tight little dress bent over couch while he rails you from behind…

Anyway, back to the present. 

Aya was dazed but seemed to recognize him. "ohz! Y/n's s-shy man! how ya doing bro?" the cremator stayed close to the alley shushed the drunk woman gesturing for her to come closer. "I'm fine, where's Y/n? She still inside?" he said in low voice nodded towards the bar, Aya gave him this blank look and Dabi didn't like how loud this silence was.... "Y/n? s-she said- said she was gonna go for a walk..." Dabi eyes narrowed resisting the urge to turn this drunk putz into a pile of ashes. "Aya focus, where did Y/n say she was going?" He said slowly trying to get the drunk woman to remember, this seemed to help as her eyes widened in realization, but that hope was soon dashed as she chortled out. "Your mamma's butt! hehe..." and broke down laughing. 

Dabi growled annoyed before shoving her back over to the group drunk girls waiting for their taxi, for the rest of the night Dabi spent his time looking through every alley, back road and crappy neighborhood, he could think of, But there was no sign of you anywhere! at around 5 am He sat on bench dejected and took his phone out; looked through his contact before stopping at 'Chicken-wings' he glared at the named with a lot of confliction, But before he could press call...

His nickname for You suddenly lights up his screen Dabi answered without hesitation. "Y/n?... where the hell are you?" He hissed feeling both relieved and pissed off at the same time, however the voice that answered him wasn't girlfriend but that of a man. "Who the hell is this... where's Y/n? if you touched her I'll-" Dabi snarled flames bursting from his chin, but the person on the other end told him to calm down and explained, he lived a few blocks away from where Dabi was. 

The cremator wasted no time getting there, he knocked on the door and was greeted by an old man who looked like a breeze would knock him over, The old man confirmed Dabi was the on he called, then apologized for scaring the young man, explained he found you passed out on his patio and didn't want leave you alone outside. "I have no bloody clue how these new-fangled phones work, had to wake my 8 year old grandson to help me." he explained as he led an awkward Dabi to his living room.

"I should be one who's sorry, for the trouble my girls caused you." the raven haired man sighed seeing his girlfriend passed out on the old man's couch, The old man just waved him off. "It's fine boy, we were all young once!" Dabi thanked him again carefully collected his girlfriend and carried her back to one of his safe houses that was nearby, Needless to say aside from nursing a gnarly hangover, You also had to deal with an very Angry, horny and tired Dabi who wasn't you out his sight anytime soon.

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Hawks: [you lost? lost what? darts?] You don't answer him. [Angel wings? you there???] he didn't wait and see if you'd reply as Endeavor was giving him this look that screamed 'put that phone away, or else I'll launch it so far up you ass you're kids will born screaming your ringtone!' the avian man smiled coyly and put his phone away and waited for the meeting to be over, the meeting and late night patrol finally wrapped up at 3:30 am and Hawks walked outside recalling the conversation he had with you and checked his phone, Keigo felt his heart sink you hadn't answered him, He flew over to the bar while at the same time calling you phone, but all he got was voicemail...

When he got there he saw all your girl friends had gone home and only one of your guy friends was there, Akito if the blond remembered correctly. "Yo Akito-san." He called as he lowered down the ground, the drunk man looked around startled be for noticing Hawks above. "Sky-guy my dude! how ya doing?" he slurred at the number two hero, who stared at him crossed armed as he observed the inebriated man, very unimpressed.

"Nothing much, was Y/n okay?"  

"w-who wha?"

"Y/n, Akito did she get home alright?"

"Oh she went to the subway."

Hawks brows scrunched up in confusion, it was passed midnight the trains weren't running right now! So, where the fuck was his girlfriend?! "Akito, I want you to listen where did Y/n go?" Again the drunk said the Subway, making it very clear he wasn't gonna be any help, Hawks flew up into the sky and sent some of his feathers out to search for his missing girlfriend and focused to see if that one he snuck in to her purse was near by.... "Come Y/n, where are ya baby?" he muttered as he eyes scanned the from above, when he felt a tug from one his feathers and almost on cue his phone light up with your ringtone.

"Y/n? where are you? are you safe?!" He asked frantically and waited but the voice coming from other end wasn't his girlfriend's but older woman's voice. "Is this Kei-Chan?" the winged hero eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you?" the woman voice cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm Anko, I found this girl in front of the shop is her your friend?" Hawks confirmed this expecting this stranger to be a villain holding you hostage and told her to stay where she was. 

Instead when he got to his girlfriend's location; A Subway sandwich shop. *Ah...The subway, Hardee har-har...* He mentally deadpanned before looking down at the front and saw his girlfriend passed out on a bench with a tattered old blanket draped over her, while a little old lady in worn out clothes was standing next to a shopping cart. It didn't take a genius to see the old woman was homeless this seemed to strike a cord with the number 2 hero. 

Hawk silently landed "Excuse me." he called caused the old woman he assumed was Anko to jump by the sudden voice and saw Hawks walking towards. "Yes?" the woman answered warily. Hawks introduced himself as Kei-chan the man she spoke to, he asked how she stumbled on to his girlfriend? Anko adjusted her her old jacket said she saw her going into the with a group of girls, they left in a taxi without her! 

The winged hero looked furious upon hearing this, you had mentioned your friends were a little peeved that the two of you were dating... But to abandon you in a seedy part of town while intoxicated? that was over the line, had Anko not found you first then.... Hawk's jaw tightened not wanting to think about it as the old woman tale continued. You stubbled out a few moments, and passed out on the bench out front.

"I think those girl stole her jacket and shoes, I didn't want the poor dear getting cold, so I put my blanket on her and called you." She handed Keigo your purse a used his feathers to hold it while he gathered you in his arms he thanked Anko for guarding you. He promised to return the her kindness but the old woman said it was fine, but Hawks was already coming up with a few idea as he flew back to his apartment.

The next morning you were alone and confused how you got to Keigo's apartment wondered in your friend had called him, and went check your phone to check your messages, and were very bewildered over why your "Friends" were all apologizing, begging Hawks to call off his fanclub! You were flabbergasted about the situation, until Akito left you a screenshot of their original plan; they were going to make you and Akito drunkenly hook up and ruin your relationship with Keigo! 

Of course they didn't know that Akito was in fact gay, so when they figured that out they just left you alone in front of sub-shop at 3am with no way of getting back home, you were pissed off that's for sure! and blocked them save for Akito as he had nothing to do with their plan.

Then you checked the newsfeeds and saw Hawks was trending curious you checked to see why, and saw Keigo delivering a box containing a new jacket, shoes, blankets and food to a stunned homeless woman with a note saying to "my girlfriend's hero! forever grateful Hawks!" Okay... Now Keigo really needs to tell you what happened last night!

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Fatgum: [Aw it's all right Teddy Graham, ya can't win them all!] Fatgum chuckled assuming you lost at darts or pool while having fun with your friends, however as the night wore on and patrol came to an end, Taishiro was getting concerned, You hadn't texted him back nor had you called him to tell him she got home alright, just that "Halph...me loss!" text! The BMI hero was loosing his appetite with worry as he wandered down the street looking for the bar you were supposed be at, only to find out from your very drunk friends who was shuffling into in a taxi van.

He stopped one of them asking where you were, did you home with one of the girls? but to his dread they said you went for walk somewhere, Taishiro tried to coax them into remembering where you said were you going? But at this point your friend was too far gone to answer coherently, and with that the blond man took off down the street, hoping to find a trace of his lil'Teddy Graham! 

He searched for hours even showing civilians a photo of you asking if they've seen ya? the answers were always no... it was almost 3 am he was considering calling the cops to help look for ya... as he leaned against a wall to take break, when he heard your ringtone on his phone, Taishiro's hand was shaking as he answered the phone as this nasally voice greeted him

"H-hello, Sir? assuming you're a sir! uh... we found this lady passed out in one of our aisles, could you come and get her, before my manager calls the cops?"

"Wh-where is she?"

"The 7/11 at (random block)."

"Yeah, I'll be right there!"

The chubby hero ran down the street so fast he hadn't noticed his fat was burning off so when he finally arrived at the 7/11 his clothes were baggy and hanging of his body. "Hey, I'm Taishiro, you called me about my girlfriend?" The now skinny hero wheezed catching his breath as the snotty manager turned around to mouth off at Taishiro only to blanch when they realized how much taller and muscular the blond was compared to him and his demeanor quickly changed.

"Y-yes, sir right this way" the balding man stammered leading the 8ft tall man to the back room where a female staff member was watching you, Taishiro let out a sigh of relief and picked you up like a toddler; with your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder, as he was leaving his yellow eyes noticed a backpack stuffed with snacks and other stuff hidden under the manager's desk, he hummed not thinking anything of it and went to thank clerk for watching you as the manager had gone out for a smoke break, Since he was there anyway Taishiro asked for a couple meatbuns for the road.

"Thanks, for lookin after m'girl."  

"It was no problem sir.'

"By the way I saw a backpack, back there, wha's that about?"

(the clerk went white, made sure her manager was still outside, assuming that she'd be too afraid to tell the tall man about his scheme.)

"That lazy bully of a manager has been stealing snacks and other crap from the store, He was going to try and say your girlfriend did it, and scare you into paying him not to call the cops."

Taishiro's hold tightened on your thigh. "I'm guessing he chickened out, because... Well you look like you could crack his head open like an egg!" the blond snorted as he payed for his food "And you'd be right about that!" Taishiro huffed, he then thanked the clerk for her honesty and shot the manager a venomous glare as passed him outside, later that night Taishiro reported what clerk had told him to store's head office, and vowed to return as Fatgum just to make sure the balding thief was gone! 

The next morning you were very confused as to how you’d gotten to your boyfriend’s apartment? you sat up only to get pulled back down an exhausted Taishiro who muttered for you to go back to sleep, he'll tell you everything later. 

[kimtaegis]

combining two different tag games into one cause I’m a cheater! Thank you to @itsallaboutzayn, @hobeah, @myork, @taejinnies, @gukqi and @seokjjn who either tagged me in the “share you home screen, lock screen, last song you listened to and last photo you’ve taken” or “you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title” game! Love all of you so much

… yes, the last picture I actually took was a photo of my laptop screen showing a tweet cause anyone can do normal screenshots. edited: Just realised I should NOT share these photos in any way so instead have a snapshot of my hometown’s lake 💗 ANYWAY is jimin catapulting himself onto the moon in that movie? Am I waiting for him there? I have so many questions?? (also happy birthday jonghyun, I discovered that song a while back through one of @textsfrombangtan’s Spotify playlists and I’ve loved it ever since 🤍)

I’m tagging @userkoo, @taeunwoo, @taegularities, @mochiofbusan, @kithtaehyung, @frillyfairyprincess and @abtssideblog (lizzy you’re tagged too)! Do the one you like more or do both or none at all I’ll love you either way <3

[all-my-love-for-harry]

A priority.

summary: Y/N defends herself from the hate and Harry gets mad.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: angst!

a/n: a little something to hold onto until i finish some requests for my shy little boy, hope you like this! (i’m on a roll, sorry for posting so much mjsiw)

you can find the rest of my masterlist here

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Ugly. Worthless. Bitch. And her personal favorite, slut. Those words along with some others were all over Y/N’s social media accounts every single day.

Ever since some bloody paparazzi took a picture of Harry and Y/N holding hands while shopping, Y/N couldn’t go online without having thousands of strangers on the internet throwing names at her.

She should’ve seen it coming, honestly. It was stupid to think they could hide their relationship forever, she just wished fans wouldn’t be so aggressive towards her.

Y/N wanted to understand, she really did. For a solid week she convinced herself they were just being protective over Harry, but after the insults and derogatory comments about her imagine didn’t stop, she started to grow annoyed. She started believing fans just didn’t want to see him happy.

Y/N had to bit her tongue numerous times, knowing that if she stood up for herself, it would only be worse. So she tried to ignore it.

She didn’t stop using social media, why the hell would she stop having a life because of fans that couldn’t contain their need to harass every person Harry became close with?

A month after the pictures of them were out for the entire world to see, Harry had to travel to the States for work. He was supposed to be away for only two weeks, and Y/N was going to stay at his house a couple of days before his arrival so they can spend time together right away.

Laying on the couch, Y/N scrolled mindlessly through her Instagram feed, seeing what her friends and family were up to. She rolled her eyes when her notifications started to go off, not really wanting to enter and see her entire comment section below her posts full of hate towards her.

But curiosity killed the cat.

Promising herself she would only have a look, she clicked her notifications. She had posted a picture yesterday when she went out with a couple of her girlfriend, so all the comments were directed towards that post.

She’s dressed like a slut here

Can’t believe Harry is dating her…

He can do so much better, what a shame

It can be so easy to slip into a mindset where she let these type of things affect her and her confidence, but she simply chose not to. These people didn’t know her, and probably never will.

I can’t wait for harry to realize the kind of whore you are and dumps your fucking ass.

Oh well, that’s hilarious. Now she was mad. Probably picking a fight wasn’t the smartest decision she’s ever made, but she couldn’t help it. She let the anger speak for itself as she pressed the reply bottom and started writing directly to that specific comment.

‘So he can date you instead or what?”

Send.

Y/N dropped her phone on her lap, deciding it was enough internet for the day. She decided to move to the kitchen and start on the cupcakes she had previously planned to bake her boyfriend. Harry wasn’t one to allow himself to eat a lot of unhealthy stuff, as he has always tried to be as healthy as possible. But, man, cupcakes were something Harry absolutely loved.

She didn’t really touched her phone for the rest of the afternoon, staying busy in other things. She had a facetime call with Harry at night, and she was looking forward to see his face, even if it was only through the phone. Her phone didn’t have enough battery, so she turned on her computer to wait for Harry’s call.

The screen lightened, showing Harry’s upcoming call. Y/N furrowed, thinking he was way earlier but she wouldn’t complain about it. She answered the call, expecting to see her beautiful boyfriend’s dimpled smile on the screen, but she was surprised when she saw a serious look instead.

“Why would you do that, Y/N?” he asked sternly.

“Do what?” Was this some kind of joke?

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N. Don’t play dumb”

“Excuse me?” she raised her eyebrows. “Maybe if you explained what you mean we could talk about it”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Do you have any idea how disrespectful it was from you to answer like that to a fan? It was unnecessary and, to be honest, childish from you”

Y/N was surprised. “Yeah, maybe I was rude but I don’t think I was being childish, Harry”

“Yes, you were. Are you aware of how this makes me look? You can’t just say things like those and don’t think it wouldn’t affect my image too”

Well, what the fuck. “Ah, yes. Treat people with kindness and whatnot. I guess that doesn’t include your fucking girlfriend, because the only reason why I said what I said was because your bloody fans wouldn’t stop harassing me!” Now her face had a deep frown.

“You sure you’re not being a little dramatic? I mean, how bad could the hate get?”

“How bad?! Harry, do you even go online? To them I’m nothing but a fucking whore, do you have any idea of how fucking frustrating is to be treated like you’re the worst human being by your fans just because we’re dating?”

“There’s always gonna be people like that, Y/N” he sighed. “You need to learn how to ignore it”

“Do you think I haven’t tried? I’m sorry but it is not my fault the fans can’t contain themselves from sending death threats to every person that breaths close to you!” she paused. “Do you seriously just called me to scold me?”

“Well, I’m not happy about what you did, to be honest. They’re my fans, Y/N. They deserve to be respected”

“And I don’t?” she raised an eyebrow. “You know what? I’m done. Enjoy your day alone tomorrow because I’m fucking leaving”

“Leaving? What do you mean?” Harry’s pulse started to rise, watching his girlfriend stand up from the bed, the computer moved and he saw she was in his house. “Y/N, don’t leave. We’ll talk about this tomorrow”

“No, I’ve heard enough. I don’t want to talk to you right now” She closed her computer, hanging up. She put on her jacket and took her phone from the nightstand.

Before she exited the house, she went to the kitchen and threw the cupcakes she made in the trash.

Harry, you fucking asshole.

They’ve only dated for seven months and have never really got into a fight before. Y/N was a very impulsive person, more so when she was mad. Fuck, she knew his fans were important to him, she understood that. But it was becoming too much for Y/N to handle.

She loved Harry, she was truly in love with him. But was it really worth it to go through all of this if he wasn’t even willing to stand up for her?

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Harry changed his flights. After Y/N hung up on him, he realized he behaved like a proper asshole. He could’ve said so many things differently, without offending her the way he did.

He didn’t like she thought she wasn’t important to him. He was scared all the baggage he carried with him was a deal breaker for her, it has been on the past for almost every other relationship he has ever had.

It wasn’t fair of him to straight up scold her without hearing her first. He was upset and didn’t think enough before speaking, and now he regretted it.

He knew he needed to fix things. Fast.

Even though the night before Y/N made very clear she wasn’t staying, a part of him still hoped to see her curled up on the couch watching Netflix and waiting for him to arrive, but he was welcomed by an empty house.

He sighed, passing his hand through his curls, thinking how he could make it up to her. He went to the kitchen, where he kept his car keys. Harry stopped his tracks when he saw the trash can.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he noticed the homemade untouched cupcakes tossed into the trash.

He better make this right.

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Y/N was bored. She had cleared her schedule because Harry was coming home and now she had nothing to do other than drown on her sorrows.

Being bored and upset at her boyfriend, made her take the decision to take an afternoon nap on her couch. She had been asleep for a little while when someone started banging at the door.

You see, Harry had a key to her place, but he feel undeserving of using it after the way he treated her. But she wasn’t answering, and it wasn’t because she wasn’t home, he had seen her car in the parking lot of her apartment building.

Keying into her place, he looked around for his girlfriend, finding her sleeping figure on the couch, a blanked wrapped around her. He didn’t want to wake her up but they really needed to talk, so he kneeled down to be at the same eye level.

“Y/N… Y/N, wake up” he shook her a little. Her eyelashes fluttered a little before her eyes opened, a frown immediately appearing on her face.

“What are you doing here?” She sat down, taking the blanked off of her and crossing her arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby”

“Now I’m baby? Not the childish Y/N you were scolding yesterday?”

He sighed, moving to sit in the coffee table to be in front of her. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved yesterday, it wasn’t fair for you”

“It wasn’t”

“I was upset, Jeff had sent me a screenshot of the comment and I didn’t even check social media. It was impulsive and wrong from me and I apologize”

“I don’t like the way you talked to me yesterday, Harry”

“I know. If I could take it back, I would in a heartbeat. Please don’t leave me over this, my love” he grabbed her hands, feeling tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. “I know it isn’t fair for you, I know you’ll have to put up to so much shit, but please, please don’t give up on us. I swear I’ll make it right, Y/N, I don’t want these kind of situations get in the way of us”

“I’m not going to leave you” she mumbled. “I’m upset, yes. I know I was wrong too, but it all got too much and i… snapped. I know these kind of things affect your image and reputation too, so I’m sorry”

“I don’t care about my image. I should’ve said something sooner, before it all went out of control. I suppose I ignored it, hoping you’d do the same. I’m sorry for not checking up with you about this”

Y/N gave him a little smile, pulling from his hands to make him sit beside her. She wrapped her arms around his torso, pushing herself into his chest. “I know your fans are important to you, and you love them. I swear I want to have a good relationship with them, because they’re a huge part of your life, and I’m gonna work on that, I promise”

“And I promise I’ll stand up for you. I love my fans, so much. But you’re my girlfriend, my priority” he kissed her forehead. “I love you, Y/N, my baby”

“I love you more, love” she planted little kisses on his chin and jaw.

“Enough to make me more cupcakes?” Y/N let out a belly laugh, nodding. “Good. You owe me after you threw those to the trash”

“That’s what you get for being a meanie”

[thran-duils]

Am I On the Screen? (P.1)

Title: Am I On the Screen? (Part One) Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Summary: Hugh is a prick and the reader gets herself into trouble with him with her attitude. Hugh has the perfect plan to keep her in line though. Words: 2,116 Warnings: S M U T, language, dub-con, blackmail, masturbation, online sex Author’s Notes: If something like this has been done already, welp, I suck.

Part Two || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Are you, are you filming me? Am I, am I on the screen? 'Cause it feels like your watching me 'Cause it feels like they’re watching me Am I on the screen?

-- Are You Filming Me? // twst

Marta’s laugh faltered and she cleared her throat, her eyes averting from the doorway quickly. You turned your head to look over your shoulder and saw what had made her stop laughing. Hugh. He sure had a way of sucking the air out of a room, especially with that glower he was pointing in the two of your direction.

“Hugh,” you greeted him civilly, turning the shrimp over in the pan. “Are you hungry?”

“Not for anything that you are making,” Hugh responded rudely, walking past you towards the fridge.

You shot Marta a vexed look and she rose her eyebrows, shaking her head slightly.

“Well, there’s some take out on the second shelf in the fridge that I can assure you I had nothing to do with. I just picked it up for my lunch. If you want, I’ll trade you that for a plate of what I’m making,” you said, unable to help yourself.

Hugh stopped, his hand on the handle of the fridge. Unamused, he stared at you for a few moments before saying, “You should watch your mouth, Y/N.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you quipped, turning the stove off, and moving to arrange Harlan’s plate.

You could feel Hugh’s glare burning into your back and you smirked to yourself at having gotten under his skin even just a little bit. The prick deserved to be knocked down a couple pegs.

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Gym bag slung over your shoulder, you slammed your car door closed and locked it. On the way up to your townhouse door, you unlocked your mailbox and grabbed the papers inside. You were looking forward to your shower, thinking of the sweet relief you would get from the hot water.

Upon opening your front door, you almost stepped onto an envelope that had been slid underneath the door. You closed the door and turned around, placing your bag down along with the other mail on the entrance table. You swooped down and picked up the unmarked envelope, confused why it had not just been slipped into your mailbox.

“What…” you muttered, staring down at the photos.

Bile rose in your throat realizing what it was. They were screenshots of you from your OnlyFans account during one of your live events. And you quickly noticed it was not from just one; there were a handful of them, you in different lingerie, different toys. A note was with the pictures.

I want you to say my name when you’re riding that large, pretty, purple dildo tonight.

Who sent you this and why? There was no name attached to it. And how the hell did they know where you lived? A chill crept down your spine, thinking of all the true crime documentaries that you had binged and all the women who were kidnapped and murdered, their bodies never found.

Unnerved, you tore the photos and the note up, rushing towards the kitchen. You shoved the ruined remains in the trash, shoving them as far down as you could. Stepping back, your eyes were glued to the trashcan, anxiety creeping. What if you had a stalker?

You bit your lip, trying to think of all the ways you could protect yourself if you were approached on the street or god forbid, someone broke into your home.

The clock caught your attention, and you swore, realizing you had been standing there for fifteen minutes worrying and had cut into your shower time. You still needed to get to work. Trying to ignore the nagging anxiety, you rushed to get ready.

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Throughout the day, your mind had continuously returned to the note and the pictures. You could not go to the police to file a report or anything, they would think you were being over dramatic. Plus, you were not keen on sharing your account and really, no one had done anything illegal. Still, you were frightened.

At the end of the day when dinner was finished and you had breakfast set up for the morning for Marta to get ready for Harlan when she got there in the morning, you stopped at the bathroom on the way out the door to relieve yourself before the drive home. When you opened the door, you jumped seeing Hugh standing there, just waiting, looking very much a predator.

Hugh rested his hand on the doorframe, leaning in and effectively blocking your way out of the bathroom.

“Do you need something?” you asked, your tone short. On top of the anxiety you already had, you did not want to deal with this dickhead. When had he shown up anyway?

His smile did not reach his eyes as his eyes wandered down, unabashedly soaking you in. Your mouth set into a thin line. If he was trying to unnerve you by being a pompous ass, he was going to have to try harder than throwing you a lewd look.

“Did you get my gift?” Hugh asked nonchalantly. Your brow stitched, confused. He leaned in closer, a malicious glint in his eyes. “I’d prefer it if you reverse cowgirl’d it while you’re saying my name.”

Your breath froze in your chest and he knew the moment that it clicked for you, an arrogant smile painted on his lips.

“You… bastard,” you got out, before trying to move past him.

He blocked your way again and you clenched your jaw, fury thrumming underneath your skin at the smug look on his face.

“Does my grandfather not pay you enough? I would imagine he does but maybe you’ve got more expensive tastes than you give off,” Hugh ridiculed you. He rose his brows and whispered, “Or maybe you just like knowing there are people getting off to that perfectly round ass.” You tried to get around him again and he chuckled, blocking your way once more. “Did I hit a nerve, babydoll?”

He gripped your jaw and you tried to jerk away but he clamped down harder, stopping you from doing so. “I’ve been watching you for a while. You put on quite the show. I just can’t seem to bring myself to actually bury myself inside you though. I’ve certainly thought about it… showing up at your place and making you wrap those beautiful lips around my cock. But I beat off to whores, not fuck them. Keeps me clean.”

You slapped his hand away, angry tears stinging at your eyes. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

“Not until you tell me you’re gonna do like I asked.”

Scoffing, you told him as calmly as you could, “I don’t do it for free.”

“Oh, you aren’t,” Hugh assured you. “I already pay to subscribe, remember? But trust me, your job is on the line. What if I showed my grandfather what his cook is doing afterhours? Do you think he would want to keep a slut employed and tied to his name? That is a lot of money on the table and so you aren’t doing it for free. And don’t even think about quitting because I’ll find out where you work. And I have no problem sending the photos there too. So… you’re kind of stuck with me, pumpkin.”

He gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to nod as he mimicked a higher pitched voice, “’Yes, Hugh, I’ll beg for you’.” In his regular voice, he practically purred, “C’mon, Y/N. Say it nice and clear for daddy.”

You had no choice. You knew he would make good on his threats; he was not one to mess around about people not following his orders.

Strained, you told him, “Yes, I’ll do it.”

He cupped his hand to his ear, “’I’ll do it…’”

You grated, “Daddy.”

“Perfect. You’re a peach,” Hugh told you grinning. He leaned back, dropping his arm. As soon as you saw the exit, you made to rush past him. At the last second, he reached out, grasping your arm and stopping your momentum. “Oh, and by the way… that purple heart plug too. Just to match.”

He gave you one last self-satisfied smirk before letting go of you and you took off, feeling his eyes burn into the back of your head.

<><><>

Legs spread in front of the camera, you tweaked your nipple through your black lace bra. You had put your garter and thigh highs on to match but were panty less. You had already stripped and done some oral play, something the commenters could not seem to ever get enough of.

You uttered his name for the first time, “I want Hugh.”

Your finger running tantalizingly slow down your slit, staring into the camera. You hated how much it sounded like ‘you’, meaning anyone could be hearing it thinking nothing of it. But you knew Hugh was getting off on knowing you were saying his name.

Pressing your fingers in, you spread your lips, showing yourself off to the camera. A new slew of messages popped up, encouraging you to play with your clit.

“I’m sure you wish it was you,” you breathed, well versed on dirty talk during your live feeds. “I’m sure your fingers would be so much better…” You slipped a finger in. “Your fingers instead filling me up. Getting me ready for that big cock of yours.”

You were good and wet now, comments coming in lusting after the glisten on your lips. Remembering what he asked, your fingers left your sex and you got up, moving the camera to the ground and angled upwards. Grabbing the dildo, you wet the bottom of it, suctioning it to the hardwood floor. For good measure, you added a healthy amount of lube to the dildo, making sure the camera could see your hand massaging it, a sly smirk on your face.

None of this would be out of the ordinary if it was not for the fact you knew Hugh was watching. You could not get the image of him sitting behind his screen, his hand stroking himself watching you abide to his whims.

Spreading your cheeks, you showed off the plug and heard the chime of new messages being sent. You could not help but smile, knowing that was a treat for the viewers. The head of the dildo entered you and you moaned softly. You started slow, adjusting to the girth, moving inch by inch down the length. Gradually, you increased the depth and speed, encouraging whoever was watching to think about their own dicks fucking you like this.

“I want Hugh to fuck me,” you gasped, riding the dildo quickly, your fingers stroking your clit. You were getting close and you leaned completely into it, your mind a haze. “I want Hugh to fuck me so bad. Hugh can cum inside me, fill me up. I’ll take every inch, daddy. Please fuck me. I’m your dirty girl.” Your hand was moving erratically and a few more strokes sent you tumbling over the edge. You gasped, seeing stars, clenching around the dildo.

You sat there for a couple moments, relishing in your high.

As your mind cleared, your cheeks burned thinking about all the things you had said lost to your passion. The thought of Hugh’s hand covered in his cum, head thrown back at your complete submission to his request flashed through your mind. Thankfully, your face was away from the camera and you swallowed, trying to calm yourself down. And also thankfully, your red face could be attributed to that mind blowing orgasm you just gave yourself.

The dildo was wet when you came up off of it and you picked up the camera, taking it with you to sit it back down in front of your station.

Your eyes met the camera again and you gave it a sensual smile, your eyes flicking to all the new comments, positive encouragement ringing throughout them. Your hand slipped down to your cunt and you brought your fingers up to your lips, sucking on them gently.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll think about your hands washing me down,” you told the camera before blowing it a kiss. “Good night.”

As soon as the camera was off, your hands shook as you brought them back to your lap.

That had been a great orgasm. And you hated it.

Your phone buzzed and you whipped your head around to look at it over on your bed. Standing up, you picked it up, staring down at the text. You did not have the number saved but you knew damn well who it was and how he had gotten it in the first place.

I’m gonna break my rule. Don’t shower. Keep that pussy glistening for me.

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Tags: @coconutqueen21

[cygnetofthesea]

Across the Screen: Élite Fanfic

Nadia looks at Guzman for a long moment, her chest aching at the softness in his eyes. Even through a blue-light screen she could see the absolute love and adoration he held just for her. It never ceased to flip her heart inside her chest and it made it all the harder when she had to stay away from him.

And it was all the harder now, miles away with an ocean between them. The thought leaves a heavy weight and a painful twist inside her. She smiles tightly and looks away, trying to shield the sudden sadness in her eyes.

But of course, he was as tuned in to her as always.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly.

She shakes her head and forces her smile to look more natural as she looks back up. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Nadia, I know you. I know your silences all too well. Something is on your mind." His soft eyes shift then, looking vulnerable. "You can always tell me. You know that, right?"

Her smile this time was a lot more genuine, widening. She looks at him and nods, shifting her laptop to angle the screen better.

"Yes, I know. You're going to think I'm being ridiculous."

He lets out a startled laugh. "How could I ever think that, Nadia? You and I both know very well I'm the ridiculous one."

That gets a giggle out of her, her face moving closer to the screen with her laughter. He beams in response, feeling his chest swell at the knowledge that he could still make her laugh like that. He vowed to make sure he did it often.

"Now that we've cleared up any confusion, will you tell me?" he asks.

He leans back against his headboard, resting the laptop closer so his face takes up more of her screen. She loved his face in that moment and took a screenshot, wanting to come back to it when she was feeling low.

"I just," she looks away, biting her lip. "I just worry about you and I hate that we're apart. Especially after what just happened."

The last thing she wanted was to bring up painful memories of what had happened just a month ago. Guzman had been doing surprisingly well, all things considered and Nadia was fearful that bringing it up now would be hard on him, worse now that she wasn't there to comfort him.

"I miss you," she utters softly, swallowing past the lump in her throat.

"Nadia." He says her name in a whisper but she hears the crack in his voice and feels that twinge in her chest once again. She put that crack in his voice. She shouldn't have said anything. "Nadia, please, look at me."

She quells the tears, blinking before meeting his gaze.

She can see his hand is extended on his side as though he was touching the screen in a vain attempt to reach her skin. It was a poor substitution but she knew she couldn't help return the gesture herself. Especially when she saw his glassy eyes looking back at her.

But there's a sweet, gentle smile that graces his lips, his thick brows furrowed upward in an affectionate and loving way.

He sighs her name again, his eyes roving across her face. Miles away and she can still feel the intensity of them burning through her, filling every molecule in her body.

"Nadia."

She lets out a shaky breath, her heart pattering against her chest. "Yes?"

"I was wrong: you are ridiculous."

His response catches her by surprise and she can't help the peel of laughter that escapes her, her head tossing back. Just like that, the heavy weight is gone and she's filled with his accompanying chuckle. Behind her closed eyes, shut in laughter, she can picture his beaming face perfectly.

Eyes crinkled as he smiles widely, his teeth in full display with hints of his gum. Allah, she loved that smile so much.

When she settles down and looks back at him, she saw that beautiful face as she pictured it. "Hmm, see and that is why I'm the smarter one between the two of us. How did I know you would say that?"

His broad grin relaxes, soft again. "Because I know you and because you are the smarter one. But you're not ridiculous for loving me, you're ridiculous for thinking I would believe your feelings to be. Never, Nadia. Your feelings are everything to me. You are everything to me."

She instinctively reaches out to caress his face, letting out a sigh when her fingers meet the screen once again. She pulls back and instead settles her fingers against her lips, wishing she could feel his skin there instead.

"Besides," he continues. "I'm too busy missing you to think of anything else."

She lets out a wet chuckle, her tears betraying her as they fill her eyes again. But she refuses to let them fall.

"I feel like that too." She looks around her new apartment that feels so foreign and sterile, devoid of warmth.

She had arrived at the New York City apartment she and Lu found together just a few days ago but it had already felt too long. Once Lu saw the state of the freshman dorms, she had immediately prowled for an affordable but luxurious apartment for the two of them that could be covered with their housing scholarship money. Lu may have been broke, but she was still very new to living a frugal life.

You could take the riches away from the girl but not the girl from the riches. But Lu had already proven herself to be quite resourceful if her Reverse Valentine's Party was any indication and had found them a nice apartment near campus, albeit a very, very small apartment. This didn't bother Nadia who was used to making do with what she had and loved their new place but Lu had huffed and whined about how this was the best she could find.

But as cozy as Nadia had found their apartment, it felt cold and empty. Or perhaps that was just what she felt.

Nadia shakes her head, annoyed with herself. "I really am excited for this new experience," she tells Guzman. "I mean, this is unlike anything I've ever had before. I've never been outside  of Madrid before, too busy with school and helping my family with the store so this is huge for me. To not only study at a top school but to experience life in one of the most metropolitan and famous cities. It's amazing and I'm forever grateful, I just…"

She trails off, feeling ridiculous again. Who was she? The Nadia from two years ago would have shaken this mopey one sitting in one of the most exciting cities in the world. All because of a boy?

"I miss you too," she hears Guzman say. "So much."

And that's when she thinks, no, not just for any boy, but the boy she was in love with. The boy who fought for her in a way no one ever had. A boy who took her by surprise with his love and selflessness.

Nadia was always a tough person. She had resigned herself to looking out for herself from a young age when May would run off somewhere, sometimes days on end if not hours. Or when Omar would hang out with Samuel without her, only taking pity on her years later when they both realized she was essentially friendless after May left. But through all that--being abandoned by her siblings, dealing with the pressure from her parents and their immigrant's dream--Nadia learned to take care of herself. She learned to put aside her feelings and use her to head to get things done. She learned how to compartmentalize and push back the tears so her parents wouldn't see after May's departure left them broken. She learned to focus on tangible goals like grades and awards and scholarships.

But along the way, she forgot how to live. She forgot what it meant to be a young girl. She forgot what it meant to be a teenager, exploring her identity.

Then a pretty rich boy she hadn't looked twice made her look and helped her live simply by being there and supporting her every step of the way. He held an unwavering faith in her that even she didn't have. Sure, she believed in herself, knew she was smart, but there were moments of doubt when she would wonder if she could really live up to her parents expectations. Hell, her own expectations.

But Guzman never doubted her, not once. And it wasn't because he thought she was some superhuman that was leagues better than him--well, perhaps it was partially that--but it was also because he saw her for all her faults and finesse. For what made her flawed and yet perfect to him.

It was his faith in her that spurred this fire in him to stand by her, to protect her opportunities and make sure nothing stood in her way of achieving everything she ever wanted and deserved. Who did that?

How could she not love this boy? How could she not miss that boy?

Because with him, Nadia felt like she could sit for a moment and take a breath. With him, Nadia felt like she could stop and smell the roses every so often instead of constantly barreling to achieve one goal after another. With him she felt like she could slow down just a little and live. Be the young teenager that she actually was but that it didn't mean she had to lose sight of her ambitions.

So yes, she missed this boy, but Guzman was a boy worthy of her affections.

"Me too," she replies.

"I feel relieved that you miss me, that you love me, because I'm selfish and insecure like that," he chuckles bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I love you more and I don't want you to worry about me. Ok? I'm a big boy."

Nadia quirks a thick brow and lets a sly grin slip. "Maybe let's not talk about what a big boy you are right now. Lu's due back at the apartment soon."

She knew that wasn't what he meant but couldn't help teasing him. She loved seeing the playful look in his eyes and the inexplicable blush that would rise up his freckled cheeks. She still marvels at the awed look he gives her whenever she says or does anything that indicates she wants him. Guzman was no prude when she met him and he wasn't one with her either. They had seen, felt, and tasted every patch of skin on each other, a handful of times too, especially before her departure, and yet he never ceased to blush around her, his lashes lowering gently. It was one of the many surprising and endearing things about him.

"I like that's where your head is, minx," he says with a wink. "And we will most definitely get to that when we don't have intruders, but I mean it. You don't need to worry about me. I mean, don't forget about me, but don’t fret, my love. Not for me."

She sighs, feeling the tightening in her chest lighten at his words. There was a resolve in his gaze, a strength in them that she knew she had for her. He was being brave for her even though she knew he missed her just as fiercely.

"Our story has only just begun," he says. "That makes me happy."

"Even if it's seven hours away?"

He nods, his smile widening. "Yes, even then. Because it's you, Nadia. I knew what I was getting into when I pursued you, I knew it wasn't going to be typical, but you make my life better so it's all worth it. I would climb Everest for you."

She stroked her screen where she could see the laugh lines on his cheek. "I would too, you know?"

"You would?" He seems so boyishly hopeful then.

"Yes. You're worth it."

They pause to look at one another before Guzman lets out a smirk. "Well, let's tackle your parents first and telling them about us."

"That is climbing Everest," she says with a giggle. She thought he would laugh with her but when she catches the seriousness in his expression, she realizes the implication of her words. She would fight for him when the time came, she would face her parents and their inevitable ire and disapproval for him.

And as she mulled over that thought, her mind flashing to different versions of her parents' reaction, she knew it to be true. It was daunting but she knew in her heart that he was the one for her.

She nods, looking him in the eye. "Yes, I would climb Everest for you."

He leans closer to the screen until it darkens and she hears a smooch on the other end before his face appears on the screen. He had kissed his camera in lieu of kissing her. She put a hand on her thumping heart and returned the gesture with a wobbly smile.

"And until then?" he asks, biting the inside of his lip.

She ponders this. She hates missing him, hates feeling like her heart is in Madrid while the rest of her is in New York, but she would learn to cope. She would learn to love him across the ocean, across the computer screen while she built a life for herself, for them.

"Until then, we live. We live for ourselves, for each other, for the life we can build together. We focus on our studies and call each other. We push each other to be better and be there for each other when the other is suffering from sleep-deprived madness." She looks at him softly. "We love each other."

He lets out a wet, gasping sound, a cross between a sob and laugh, while nodding repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes. I like the sound of that. I can manage that."

"That's good to hear. Me too."

Her eyes catch the clock near his bed, the very same she had told him to get rid of when it woke them up one morning with a horrifying blare. It was late in Madrid, already the next day even if it was only evening in New York. She could see the exhaustion under his eyes.

"It's late," she says. "You should get some sleep."

He shakes his head before she can get the words out. "No, no, I'm not tired," he says even as a yawn interrupts him.

She giggles and fixes him with a stern look. "Who's always right?" she asks, tilting her ear toward the screen, putting a hand up to cup around it. "Let me hear you say it."

He rolls his eyes teasingly. "Ok, ok, you are. Seriously, I'm going to have dreams of you scolding me." He pauses and rubs his bottom lip thoughtfully. "That might not be a bad thing. Might actually enjoy that."

She feels heat creep up her neck and brushes the skin under her ear, the space he'd kiss waking her up from a nap or every time he wrapped his arms around her from behind, or every time they….

She had to stop that particular train of thought and shook her head at him. "You enjoy that. But the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you can dream of me."

He blinks slowly, the tell-tale sign that he was sleepy and would be nodding off soon. "Stay on until I fall asleep?" he asks, sliding his body down until he’s underneath his covers. He sets the laptop beside him, the space she would occupy when she visited him, and cups a hand underneath his cheek.

"You're so beautiful. I love you, Nadia."

She settles into her own bed even though she wasn't tired and set her laptop on the side Guzman would have occupied had he been there. When he would be there.

"I love you, Guzman," she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear. "Sweet dreams."

He keeps his eyes on her for as long as his heavy lids allow before drifting off to sleep with a gentle smile on his lips.

Nadia wasn't certain what the future would bring, but as she looked at the sleeping face of the love of her life, she felt a surety in her heart. They would be just fine.