#for the anon who wants to scream about it with the rest of y'all

[flowerslut]

@ roots readers: like/reblog/reply to this post so that you poor things can find and talk to each other ♡

[pyrodolls]

hi i was wondering if you would do headcannons of the yan!fanboy if reader actually noticed him coming to all their shows and events

OBSESSED (SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER)

WARNINGS: stalking, average yandere tendencies, nsfw, perverted yandere, gender neutral reader, mentions of naked reader but no genitalia addressed, dom reader, reader is compliant with the yandere and teases him a ton, lowercase intended. btw i do not condone yanderes irl.

A/N: i hope y'all know i read every single one of your asks, comments, and reblogs. i appreciate them all and they do brighten my day. i'm just saying this so y'all know that the stuff you send to other writers (not just me) matters a lot!! when you interact it gives them inspiration!!! and motivation!! me personally sometimes i see ONE kind reblog and i immediately get my ass up and start writing something just because of that one person. don't get me wrong, i still love all my lurkers that silently like a ton of my stuff, y'all are important too. anyways i'll shut up now onto the hcs. (btw this ended up being a fic instead of hcs i apologize. i went crazy over this i'm sorry anon LMAO)

"hey, you look pretty familiar. have you been to a few shows before?" you asked kindly, facing the short man in the front row of the audience.

bayani froze as the stadium's screens pointed to him. he opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but nothing came out. his face went red and his throat went dry. did you actually notice him, or was he just dreaming?

after a few seconds of waiting for an answer, you shrugged. "sorry, maybe i mistook you for someone else. anyways..."

the yandere boy still didn't move, with his mouth agape, as you continued on with your show. the people around bayani didn't seem to care, assuming that he was just a starstruck fan. but it was more than that. much more than that.

out of the millions of fans that attend your shows and events, you recognized him among them. you noticed him. and he didn't know how to handle it. what was he supposed to say? what would you even talk about? sure, he's seen all of your interviews and heard your music and dissected your lyrics for hours every single day, but would you ever want to interact with him as much as he wanted to interact with you? he was just a lowlife. he had an average job, average amount of money, he lived in a shitty apartment, and he had no friends or major accomplishments. all of his free time outside of work was spent on you. spent on following your every move and investigating everything you've put your hands on. if you ever spoke to him, you'd probably think he was some sort of pathetic stalker.

that thought drove him mad. he couldn't even focus on the rest of your concert. he didn't hear the blaring music and screams from the crowd. he wasn't paying attention to your performance, either.

he could only stand there and imagine the punishments you'd inflict on him if you found out about his obsession. would you call your security to take him away? he'd hope not. if he's going to be kicked and pushed around, perhaps even handcuffed, he'd rather you do the job rather than some random guard. but maybe he'd accept the punishment, only because you were the one who deemed it necessary. he takes your word like gospel, so he'll take whatever punishment you want, even though he would prefer your hands on him while you do it.

his imagination ran wild as your concert finished and you walked off the stage with your dancers. the crowd of fans in the stadium dispersed around him, moving along with their day. but bayani couldn't just move on with his day knowing that you know he exists now. how is he supposed to simply move on from that? he spent a long time making sure you never noticed him. even though he attended every single one of your concerts and events, he did not want to be noticed. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. but it finally happened. he finally got a taste of what it's like to be seen by the love of his life. he couldn't just leave it at that. he had to do something about it.

being under your gaze, even if it was only a few seconds, made him feel like he went to heaven. it made all of the hundreds of dollars he spent on you worth it. all of the hours he spent listening to your music and watching videos of you was worth it. it was like he awoke from a slumber. a long, miserable slumber. he had to find a way to thank you. say something to you. he messed up when he simply froze after you saw him. who knows when he'll get another chance like that?

it took a few hours for the stadium to be empty, and the security started to shoo bayani away. but when he went outside, the parking lot was still full. your concert ended hours ago, but there was still loads of cars trying to leave. it would be frustrating, but bayani had to find a way out quickly.

he climbed on the back of a nearby truck and rested his legs there, waiting patiently for the vehicle to move out of the traffic. even though he knew the truck wouldn't go anywhere near your mansion, he knew how to get to your house on foot. he only needed to rest on the truck until the traffic was gone.

after a few hours on the road, he jumped out of the vehicle, and started to walk to your mansion on foot. he didn't need to look up the location online, because he already knew where it was. he visited your home many times in the past, he just never attempted to go inside before.

his veins were on fire and he started to sweat the closer he got. he was starting to have second thoughts about his idea. but there was no time to go back, because he already showed up to your house before he could change his plans.

to get inside, he had to climb up a tree, jump off of it, and land in your backyard. he used that trick often in the past, since it was not his first time going to your house. he often snuck on your property to watch or take pictures of you while you slept.

he tried opening your bedroom window, but it was locked. he had to try a different one.

he went over to a window beside your bedroom, and thankfully, it was unlocked. but the moment he opened the window, he heard the sound of water running and your familiar voice humming a song. were you in the shower?

bayani climbed inside as quietly as possible, and closed the window behind him. his suspicions were correct. he was in your bathroom, and you were taking a shower. your curtains covered up your figure, so he couldn't see you.

bayani looked to the side of the room and saw a pile of your dirty clothes on the floor. he ran up to it and immediately took a large whiff at the pile. it smelled divine to him. he couldn't get enough of it. he quickly spotted your used underwear in the pile and snatched it without thinking, then he stuffed it in his pocket. you wouldn't notice, right?

before he could take the rest of your clothes, the water suddenly stopped. bayani ran to hide, in a spot where you couldn't see him but he could see you. you opened the shower curtains and stepped out with a towel in your hands. you were completely naked, and still drenched in water. bayani felt like he died and went to heaven again that day. he couldn't believe what he was seeing. you were completely naked, right in front of his eyes. ignoring the puddle in his pants, he nervously fumbled around his pockets, trying to find his phone. there was no way he could pass up an opportunity like this. without hesitation, he snapped a photo of you.

but he didn't notice that the flash was on.

he froze, and you looked towards him. neither of you said a word, and bayani saw his future flash before his eyes. you would probably scream for security and he would get taken away to prison, never to see your face again. his life would be over.

"you're the guy i've been seeing everywhere, huh?" you whispered.

"...are you going to, uh... send me away?" bayani gulped.

you thought about it for a moment. this guy clearly cared a lot about you, because you saw him literally everywhere you went. no matter what country you visited, he was always there. even if you didn't tell a single soul where you were going, he was somehow always there. you even saw him on your property a few times, so you knew how crazy he was. but you still let him do it. and you never reported him, either. you knew exactly what he wanted. you could always hear him moaning outside your window, knowing he would have one hand down his pants and a camera on the other.

he was cute, so why not have some fun with him?

"come here." you commanded. he followed your order without thinking, immediately falling down to his knees in front of you.

you grabbed his chin, and made him look up at you. he felt hot tears well up in his eyes as you stared him down. he didn't say a word, but you knew exactly what he was thinking.

you pressed your knee against the wet stain on his pants, and he let out a pathetic whimper. he was getting off on it.

he didn't know what to do. his dreams were finally coming true. he got noticed by you, got into your house, saw you naked, and you finally touched him. he was overwhelmed, and started crying. he didn't mean to look so weak in front of you for a first impression, but he couldn't help it. besides, he'd make a fool out of himself any day for you.

"you're so pathetic.. you've been stalking me for so long, and now you break into my house to see me naked. i could call the police and have you arrested..." you whispered, as you started putting more pressure on his crotch, moving your knee up and down on it, and inching your face closer to his.

he sobbed, “please, don't! i promise, it'll never happen again. i'll stop, i'll do whatever you want, i'll-"

you cut him off by connecting your lips to his, setting his heart on fire. you pulled away after a few seconds, leaving him speechless. there's no way you just kissed him. he had to be dreaming.

and then you moved your knee away from his crotch right before he could cum, making him let out a whimper and crumble to the ground.

"thanks for letting me have some fun with you. we can do this again soon.. if you be a good boy and return my underwear." you winked, walking away and leaving bayani a hard, pathetic, leaking mess on your bathroom floor.

[redbullgirly]

Hi, how are you? I saw your requests are open so can you please write a social media au where charles leclerc is dating a singer similar to Taylor and Travis's relationship and just the internet reactions to it the rest is up to you, thank you 🫶🏻

sabrina carpenter as face claims if you're okay with it

HEART ON TOUR [CL16 smau]

Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

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Summary: Everybody wants to attend Y/N's world tour and that clearly includes the Ferrari star driver, Charles Leclerc. Though when at a concert, he doesn't get the chance to speak with the famous singer and ask her out, and then gets asked about it in an interview, he isn't shy to admit what his intentions were. Maybe that'll bring Y/N's attention to him... and it definitely will bring the fan's attention. Soon enough, rumors about the couple dating start running around.

Warnings: I worked on this for like 8 hours straight so it's very much possible there are some mistakes or spelling errors I didn't even notice after all that time XD.

Author's Note: Here you go Anon, hope you'll like it! I used Sabrina Carpenter as face claim because let's be honest, she has great photos for this type of social media au and is a singer as well. I made this more like a story of how Y/N and Charles started dating and the fans reaction to that and also somehow tried to replicate Taylor's and Travis' way of meeting, some events and timelines, but to match it with Formula 1 world. Thanks for the request and enjoy! :)

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yourusername It's always great to be home, even if you're on a world tour!🇺🇸 Thank you LA for having me, singing in the rain with me and creating special atmosphere I'll remember my whole life!❤️‍🔥 And now Rio de Janeiro is waiting as the next stop of my Heart On Tour!✨🎤

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user1 NO ONE looks that good in the rain except her

arianagrande perfect💋

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user2 the concert was so good y'all don't understand now I can't live without knowing I'll see her sing again 😭💔

user3 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user4 Real angel right here 🤍

taylorswift Nothing screams girl power more than you honey!❤️‍🔥

yourusername thx sm taylor!!! you're literally my biggest inspo ever, love youu 🥰

user5 I love how they're fighting for the most successful and profitable tour ever but still support each other!

user6 omg stop it this is so sweet🥹

user7 The tabloids that constantly try to pit them against each other should be embarrassed XD

user8 STOOOOP NOT MY TWO PARENTS INTERACTING!!!

user9 taylor swift & y/n y/l/n... the best celebrity duo ever😻

user10 ur literally the people‘s pop princess

charles_leclerc Great concert!😍

user11 ARIANA WHAT R U DOING HERE

user12 lol user11 the fact that Ariana herself is under this post as well 😭

user13 not charles trying to shoot his shot with your queen

user14 Why is my fav f1 driver randomly commenting under Y/N's post?!🤠

user15 waiiittt does this mean he's been at the concert???

user16 omg NO WAYYYY🫢

user17 guys I think he was trying to flirt w her and you kinda ruined it💀

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user17 what the hell-

user18 you left a whole country speechless💗

user19 More like the whole world!!!

spotify WOW 🤩

user20 I wanna be Y/N so baaad

victoriassecret If you ever retire from singing, come and be our angel!💘

user21 so who's here just to first handedly look at charle's sus comment? admit it🤨

user22 meeee

user23 I thought I'm the only one 😭

user24 well when you put it like that user21...

user25 I wish I could repost comments on ig 😃

user26 🫢🫢

user27 Yeah me too guys

user28 honestly i'm not even ashamed🤷‍���️

user29 Models are lucky you’re not a model

user30 FR

user31 BRASIL IS WAITING FOR YOU 🇧🇷❤️

user32 i seriously dont get the hype she has 🖕

user33 Then go away lol

user34 I can sense the formula one side of twitter is going to eat this upppp

user35 It's so funny how the crazy fan girls can get hyped over one comment... like be fr yn is a world famous singer ofc charles knows about her and can be her fan 🙄

user36 yeah plus I think she said herself she knows him too and is f1 fan bc she watched it with her dad or smth

user37 OMG they're each other's fans?!🥺 Idgaf about being crazy fan girly if it means we'll get this romance story!!!

user38 UR STYLIST DESERVES A RAISE 'CAUSE DAAAMN😘

user39 maybe i'm broke now but this concert was worth the money

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charles_leclerc Good days off. ❤️

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user1 no way a woman made it to his babygirl filter instagram feed😧

user2 it's not a woman anymore... it's THE woman

user3 Uhmm...who is that girl?? In the second picture??

user4 I have a feeling that it's Y/N Y/L/N 🤭

user4 No way oh my god?!

user5 calm down guys it isn't confirmed or anything😑

carlossainz55 You are giving everybody a headache mate

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user6 you tell him carlito!!!!!

user7 OMG look at who liked his comment😃

user8 WAKE UP NEW PHOTOS OF CHARLES DROPPED 🗣🗣

user9 ehm charlie honey... who is that???🧐

user10 Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/NNNN

user11 Manifesting in real life lmao

user12 whats hapeningggggg

user13 he isn't single anymore 💔💔

user14 but it's y/n ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user15 I hope so 😔❤️‍🩹

user16 What a way to start my day

user17 i literally spat out my morning coffee

user18 this is such a random soft launch help😭

user19 You see, I know that blonde hair from somewhere... 😏

user20 DAMN

user21 sorry not sorry but that's clearly y/n in the third pic🤷‍♀️

user22 💯💯💯🥇🏆

scuderiaferrari Let's rock the next Grand Prix!❤️‍🔥

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charles_leclerc ❤️‍🔥

user23 ADMIN TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW RN

user24 interesting choice of emoji that's associated with y/n and the heart on tour 🥸🥸

user23 SUS

user24 Hard smash

user25 i love that even while soft launching he can't let go of the aesthetic filter he uses for his whole ig💀

joris__trouche lol true

user25 ohhh hi joris😭

user26 Idk who she is and tbh idgaf 'cause she's hooot 🥵😩

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yourusername cruising down the street in my red car, feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far. 💄🎸🏎

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user1 i never knew i needed ferrari coded y/n to live till we got her 😩

yourusername me neither babes

user1 oh my god what does that meeaaannn???!!!

user2 pop princess is living the dream so happy for you and all of your success

scuderiaferrari Everybody is a Ferrari fan ❤️

yourusername ofc!!🫡

user3 Yes we are... just pls stop giving us depression

user4 ohhh the caption screams NEW SONG

user5 right?! it's giving ✨lyrics✨

user6 let's pray for a release soon

user7 🙏🙏🙏

charles_leclerc Red suits you ❤️

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user8 omg

yourusername wonder why ❤️

user8 OMG

user9 i dont want to be delusional... but c'mmon they gotta be dating

user10 THIS FEEL LIKE A HISTORICAL MOMENT YALL🤭

user11 ...so we're not talking about how the gp ended (or started) for charles, right?🥲

user12 idk what you're talking about🥲

user13 formation lap? naaaah it didn't happen🥲

user14 um so like you’re actually perfect

spotify you are GLOWING 🤩

user15 mommy- sorry... mommy-sorry... MOTHER

lilymhe my girl crush strikes again

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user16 she's just like us xd

user17 I can't blame you Lily😌

user18 PLS I'M BEGGING YOU TELL US IF UR DATING CHARLES OR NOT

user19 Yall think she's real?😍

user20 congrats on dating our babygirl driver y/n!

user20 (delulu is the solulu if you're wondering)

user21 Does Charles' mom in the likes mean something??🤔

user22 i bet he talks about y/n at home 😏

user23 you two are making me too obsessed with this couple that isn't even couple and their family relationships

user22 isn't couple YET!

user24 That's the thinking I like user22 😂

user25 ICONIC❤️‍🔥

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yourusername secret's out i guess... love u with my whole heart and i'll be forever glad you went to my concert!💝

speaking of music, he's also my muse y'all so be prepared for new album coming soon 😚

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user1 AAGGHAHGDGADGASDHJGAD

user2 only acceptable reaction

user1 I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M MORE EXCITED ABOUT THEM DATING OR Y/N MAKING NEW ALBUM TBH

user2 again, only acceptable reaction

charles_leclerc Proud of you mi amor!😘

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yourusername and i'm proud of you too honey 🥹🫶

user3 they're so sweet I caaaaan't

user4 FINALLY!!!! big congrats to you both

arthur_leclerc How did he even get you to date him?😆

yourusername let's say your big bro can be charming when he wants to... 😌

arthur_leclerc Okay NO NEED for details😅

yourusername xdd

user5 MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user6 everybody's roman empire im afraid😍

user7 how can you both be so damn hot?!

carlossainz55 Does this mean free tickets? 😏

yourusername we'll se about that

landonorris pls y/n

danielricciardo hiiii y/n

alex_albon think of my gf y/n

yourusername okay okay you convinced me

maxverstappen1 I bet it was Alex's comment that convinced you

yourusername ...no need to expose me like that max emilian ☹️

user8 they're the IT couple

user9 Look at how cute Charlie looks in the 5th photo🥰

user10 OMG YEEES

user11 hey am I the only one who's instagram is glitching and not working???

user12 loool Y/N and Charles broke the internet😭

user13 Yeah and they took it too literally 'cause my ig is acting weird as well 💀

user15 look at my fav couple 😻

user16 I hope she'll bring him luck in the next f1 season

scuderiaferrari Everybody is an Y/N fan ❤️

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charles_leclerc 🫡

user17 FACTS!!!

user18 mommy and daddy right there

user19 idgaf about her and Charles THE QUEEN IS WORKING ON MORE SONGS YEEEES

f1 Welcome to the family Y/N! 🫶

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user20 she's the best wag ever 💕

user21 THE MOMENT I WAITED FOR IS HERE

user22 I'm looking at the third photo respectfully 🤭

user23 i love this soft side of Charles omg🥺

user24 righttt? he should post photos like this as well, its better than those professional ones on his profile

user25 Totally agree with this

user26 my jaw dropped but I'm happy about it

user27 idk but charles & y/n definitely won my heart

user28 😍😍

user29 NEW ALBUUUUM

user30 Y/N Y/L/N you'll be forever famous!❤️‍🔥

BONUS

Enchanted Wheels by Y/N Y/L/N (lyrics):

Cruising down the street in my red car,

Feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far.

Monaco lights, they dance in the night,

As I search for a love that feels so right.

In this city so bright, I'm lost in the haze,

But I know deep inside, I'll find my soul's maze.

I'm chasing dreams, like chasing the moon,

In this journey, I'll find my love soon.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

Driving through the streets, past midnight's hour,

Looking for heartbeats that give me the power.

In every stranger's eyes, I see fleeting sparks,

But I won't settle for less, only love from the heart.

Monaco's captivating, but love's the real deal,

I won't let go until my heart can finally heal.

The city's alive with endless possibilities,

Somewhere out here, there's a love meant for me.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

I've been searching high and low,

Through the crowds, I hope you'll show.

I believe in fate, destiny's plan,

Perhaps you're just one turn away, my soul's lifeline.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

With every passing mile, my hope grows stronger,

In this journey for love, I won't wait any longer.

Enchanted wheels, lead me to my greatest win,

In Monaco, I'll find my soulmate, love from within.

THE END

Author's Note: Wow, this took m longer than expected (and the worst part was finding that one picture that somehow matches Charles' instagram filter), but I'm really satisfied with the result. Hope you liked this social media au and once again, I'll be grateful for likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of showing your support. Also a little disclaimer: I didn't write the whole song, just a part of it and then helped myself with AI because I'm not really good in songwriting. Though I'm still curious if you liked the bonus, so let me know. Good night! :)

[respectthepetty]

How does it feel to stay winning Petty? Also who would've guessed that baby Barcode would be the one of the BOC boys to collect kisses from all the homies!?

Anon, I appreciate you sending this because, right now, I feel like an elite status female rapper. Like CL from 2NE1 rapped in their 2011 hit, "I am the best", Be On Cloud owns me, and y'all can't tell me shit about this show.

I know I have some Wild Ass Theories and I'm always clownin' in these BL streets, but I love when my theories actually hit their target like . . .

When I knew Teacher Chadok was in a relationship with Teacher Dika since the first episode of The Eclipse.

When I knew Kanghan's house was going to be robbed and his dad would be shot since the third episode of Dangerous Romance, even though I thought Saifah would do it.

When I knew Pat was working with Joke to win over Zo since the first episode of Hidden Agenda.

I love making Wild Ass Theories no matter how crazy they are, like my belief that the twins' dad is involved in this whole murder and sex work plot in Playboyy. No matter what happened in this past episode, I still believe it and am eagerly awaiting the upcoming chaos to see how hard I clowned.

Which is why I LOVE Dead Friend Forever.

I want the record to state that no matter what happens after episode seven, that at this exact moment in time, I love this show. It makes me happy to be alive at the same time this is airing, and I'm not joking. I want to remember that at one point, this show was everything to me, and even if it goes down hill, it had all my attention in the first seven episodes. I want to appreciate it right now because regardless of what happens, it did everything right in the first half.

With the way some shows keep losing their footing in the end, sometimes we forget how good they were in the beginning, and the emo in me doesn't want to forget this feeling. Some of my favorite movies are Scream, Heathers, and Jawbreaker so this show has been giving me the explicitly queer version of kill your frenemies since the very first episode, and I love it.

My internal alarm went off the second Tee got upset that Phi was speaking to White in episode one, then the dark hand touched him making him enemy #1. I didn't like the way he told White he needed to obey him, and I feel like the dark hand wasn't too pleased with it either. It was a vibe.

And now Non has a hurt hand in the past from falling off the bike . . .

Then, Jin was the main character of the previous film, so he was either the killer or the biggest baddie.

But Phi was just so sus, that I clocked him as a killer.

Which meant Phi and Jin were the killers, but Tan has no backstory and people with no history are intentionally hiding it, so they can kill everyone and peace out.

So in my mind, Tan and Phi were regulated to the killers, Tee was the second to last to die, which I'm hoping it's by his boyfriend White who he thinks disobeys him, and the rest of the squad would die as needed. Which left Jin to be the baddie.

All of my theories could blow up at any second because we don't know if Jin actually sent that video or if his computer fizzled out before it finished uploading, so he could still be a killer avenging Non instead of a baddie who wronged Non (but he took the video and that is messed up regardless of what he planned to do with it).

But either way, I'm hoping it comes down to Phi and Jin in that forest because the show started with them.

And I don't think Jin realizes who Phi is to Non since Jin never got a good look at Phi's face in the past.

The Twitter folks spotted that Phi's dad was the police chief from the letters the boys got calling them in for interrogation in episode six.

And now the knife from episode two is showing up in the past in Non's backpack.

Up until this point, I feel the show has laid out a solid story with a good cast, and I think Be On Cloud relied on their KinnPorsche casting to throw people off in this show because who expected Us to be doomed in the first episode? That was like Drew Barrymore dying at the beginning of Scream.

People have felt off about JJ's character, but the show wouldn't really have JJ do anything bad to sweet Barcode, right?

And Barcode and Ta being paired together was a pipe dream for the Macau x Porchay shippers, so it could never happen here!

Especially because Ta and Copper won The Hidden Character, which meant they were going to be the main pair of this show, right?

WRONG!

Barcode is gonna be involved in some fucked up shit, and according to those MDL comments, people are realizing they messed up making any assumptions before this show started based on what the actors previously did.

I truly feel like BOC looked at its lineup and said "Baby Barcode was babygirled so hard for the past two years that the audience won't even think his character is capable of such things"

and I love that for us.

BOC gave these youngsters (19-23 in age) a script from Dr. Sammon and the Pit Babe writers and said "go HAM, bitches"

And the audience stays winning.

This isn't about my Wild Ass Theories coming true. This is an appreciation post for what this show has given to me up until this point - a good mystery.

Every week I have more questions and none of them feel like they will go unanswered. Is Non dead? Did Jin actually upload the video? Is Tan a killer? Why did Phi hook up with Jin? Will White finally snap, crackle, and pop like a bag of Rice Krispies treats for the mere fact that he simply wanted a nice weekend getaway with his boyfriend and now has to deal with all this bullshit?

But most importantly, when did Phi realize he was going to kill all of them after making them run around scared for their lives?

Because by time the show makes it back to the present day, I'm sure we're all going to want to watch these kids suffer in the worst ways possible.

Manipulate, Murder, Mayhem

[olderthannetfic]

Because I don't think this falls on any other site I'm in, I've decided to say this here instead, because y'all here are great (except the people I've blocked, they aren't).

As a LatAm anon, I'm very nostalgic about Dragon Ball (Z) as a media but also I'm very BEC about it as a fandom. Like every fandom, of course, this one has a shitty side. That's not a surprise. And that shitty side includes deeply misogynistic men. That's also not a surprise. But it not being a surprise doesn't mean it's not a reason to not want to do anything with the fandom as a whole. At least, years ago, I was, hmmm, let's say, amused by the DBZ memes that our Spanish-spoken corner did (like responding to gringos on Twitter with horrific quality Goku images that have Spanish text like "c��llate pendejo"). But since Akira Toriyama died, I'm not as amused. Or, more like, the amusement (in the bad sense) is regarding the men being pieces of shit.

And what has Toriyama's death to do with anything? Well, you see, he died on 1 March, but was publicly announced on 8 March. And this is being used by those misogynistic men to say shit like "it's not the day of the Females, but Toriyama's," "let's celebrate the important things: Akira Toriyama legacy," "me and the boys going to homage Toriyama and not those whores." Shit like that. And it's so roll eye-ing.

Like, besides the misogyny, this is really fucked up, no matter how you want to look at it. Let the mangaka rest in fucking peace. They're using him and his sad death as an excuse to scream their hate speech, and to men/people that don't recognize themselves as misogynistic but just "sane people who believe the correct natural things," this flies like a normal thing to do. It's so fucking close to be something in the same lines as a dog whistle to signal you don't think women are people, to "homage" Toriyama's death on 8 March. Because it's pretty obvious they don't actually care about him nor about his works; if they did, they'd homage him on the correct date and on his birthday, at least. Or the anniversary of Dragon Ball. Or something like that. But those people are quiet those days, and only start being loud when we are already in March. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together for this.

This fandom has soured in me to the point of me starting to actually hate it, just because of this. Because on the Spanish speaking corners, these attitudes are the common denominator.

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I don't know of someone has seen this lore drop, I got it from TikTok about the Xbox glider and even if it wasn't real let's consider this:

Instead of Traveler, Reader is the one chosen to become the new ruler of Khaenri'ah, a vessel for unlimited Abyssal power, becoming the key to the world's near-annihilation.

Wether Reader decides to follow this scheme or reject it and flee from the Abyss it's up to you. But if the run away, they're still corrupted by the whole process –probably– and maybe closer to how Skirk or Arlecchino look; they're human but the Abyss and Khaenri'ah's traces are there, adorning their skin, a strange glint in their hollow eyes. Of course, they probably are very powerful too.

And then they meet Childe and subsequently Foul Legacy (or they just meet Foul Legacy and we leave our favorite ginger boy out of this). Moth shenanigans ensue.

What could possibly go wrong? It's just your (Lovely) Eldritch Abyssal Monster and Abyss Vessel!Reader

— 🕯️ Anon

YESSS I SAW IT I WAS LIKE Y'ALL PUT SUCH HEAVY LORE IN AN XBOX GLIDER??? GOODNESS GRACIOUS...

you never chose this path- you weren't given an option to begin with. the Abyss saw you first, deeming you perfect, wonderful, just right for a vessel, and you were dragged away from the light you adored. indeed you were Khaenri'ahn-born, but to be forced into servitude under the delusion of being crowned the "new ruler" of a crumbling nation is madness even for you- and you lived among madness all your life. so the first chance you got, you ran. through the winding, twisted tunnels and caverns of the Abyss; past your home, all ablaze; up and out into the sun. it blinds you at first, burning the Abyssal energy locked in your body and crisscrossing over your skin, and you confine yourself mostly to the shadows, slowly becoming a figure of folklore. a haunting shadow with stars on your skin and no light in your eyes, yet only violent towards the Abyssal creatures who seek to cage you once more

Foul Legacy is the exception, as he never wanted to trap you. he followed your scent instead, curiously, the scent of fading starlight and ice. Legacy approaches you quietly, carefully, keeping low to the ground- human-types always seem to scream when anything is larger than then- tilting his head and letting out a soft coo. you glare at him for a moment, but sigh and nod, permission to curl up by the small fire you have going, and Legacy's glimmering wings happily wiggle as he settles in the grass. he rests his head on his claws, watching you with a wide, glittering eye, occasionally chirping and trilling quietly. there's no response from you- that's alright. you're not trying to hurt him, and that's something. he makes no moves to get any closer, perfectly content giving you some space and observing his potential new friend

when he falls asleep, you can faintly hear sweet, gentle purrs, and your jaded heart softens. just a little

[ryuichirou]

Replies

It’s July! Couldn’t write any shorter replies over the weekends, let’s catch up a little bit.

Most of them are related to things that we posted lately, but not all of them.

Starting with the Lilidia comic from yesterday.

Anonymous asked:

I feel disappointed in myself for thinking ilia and idia pic was going to be nsfw and doing all sort of stuff so I can see it with out anyone else.seeing what I'm looking at (in public)

Don’t be disappointed in yourself, Anon, this is the exact reaction that I wanted to get from this comic… Sometimes their gaming sessions get very heated and intense~

It’s been a while since we posted anything spicy with these two though, that’s true 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Istg, even when Idia’s DRUNK he sounds adorable.

(related to this hc post)

He is just way too much of a babygirl, isn’t he, Anon? Maybe it’s because I just can’t stop woobifying him lol But he really would be absolutely helpless against alcohol… Someone should record his drunk mumbling…

Anonymous asked:

lol is this comic a "what if" of book 4 where Riddle accepts Floyd's offer to stay with Octavinelle during winter break? Have fun goldfishie!

(this is related to this comiс)

YES!!! I’m glad you noticed! I couldn’t stop thinking about this scenario. Poor fishies are bored out of their minds celebrating the new years together, adding Riddle would make the dynamic so fun and fresh! At least for Floyd, I guess…

I drew this sketch in March, and now it’s July… winter break never ends 😎 happy new year!

Anonymous asked:

1. I just have this very strong feeling that Floyd got Riddle drunk for that exact reason.

2. I also have a strong feeling that Riddle's gonna come to in the morning and not know what just happened or what to do next besides blow his top and start screaming or something.

You are absolutely right, Anon, especially when it comes to the second thing lol Riddle is going to have an amazing beginning of the year. He experienced so many new things the night before…! And he remembers none of them. He does feel hangover + some other interesting sensations in his other regions though…

Anonymous asked:

Crewel would be my fave teacher, doesn't matter how mean he is. He just seems like someone interesting to be around.

Do y'all like Crewel in a way like that? Or any other teacher?

(this is related to this pic)

I agree, Anon! Crewel does seem like a scary but very cool teacher, who is young enough to feel somewhat relatable but also old enough to have this feel of “I’ve seen things, you all are just pups” lol

The comic was actually inspired by the thing my English teacher at the uni said to us instead of his introduction. He was about Crewel’s age, liked to dress up and bullied the boys a little bit lol I don’t know, he was professional but also a bit unprofessional at the same time because teaching us wasn’t his main source of income, so he basically just wanted us to know English and was an asshole about it all the time. But in a motivational way, I guess. He was also that one teacher that told me that I should draw for a living instead of being a sociologist.

Personal stories aside, I think my favourite teacher would be Trein LOL I used to fall asleep during classes all the time, so it would be difficult for me to stay awake during his lectures, and he is also hella strict, but I love winning over this type of teachers. It’s fun when they are mad at everyone except for you.

And Katsu finds teachers like Crewel to be scary and is a bit intimidated (literally said “terrified”) by him… Katsu would also be very distracted by his whole BDSM thing lol

Anonymous asked:

He just needs to sleep with Deuce that'll wake him up

Sleeping with Deuce is better than drinking coffee…! It could also distract Crewel from the lesson and give the rest of the class 40 minutes of free time lol I think Deuce should take this “bullet” for the boys.

Anonymous asked:

(¿spolier chapter 7?)  I saw Kalim's new clothing and thought about your Sultan looking for heir-Jamil please rethink your lifechoices-AU (I need to see how Jamil's plan ends up biting him in the butt in that AU.. Jami mama). By the way, what do you think Kalim's dream will be like? I think he already inherited his family's wealth (what!?), that dream Jamil remains a mystery tho.... whatsoever, It's going to be distressing, juicy and long-suffering Kalijami! (the best Kalijami imo!)

The attire really is similar! Well, no surprises here, since I based Kalim’s and Jamil’s clothing on the Sultan’s and Jafar’s, but still, it’s cool to see Kalim dressed like that. I am also happy to hear that you like this AU! Jamil’s plan is inevitably going to bite him in the butt, this is how things always are with Jamil lol

Since we haven’t read any of ch7 yet, I really can’t answer your question. While it’s inevitable to see snippets here and there, we don’t know anything about how the dreams work yet (no spoilers please). But you’ll find it out soon enough anyway!

Anonymous asked:

It's no secret you guys enjoy horror and gore! Somehow you draw it so beautiful *chef kiss*

I was wondering, have you guys ever seen/played Boyfriend to Death(+2) and The Price of Flesh?

It has a bunch of horror and gore in it dark all over and ofc it being an 18+ game there is 👀 you know 👀. But the characters are what's so great about it !

I really like Ren of out of all of them <3

If you do check it out, I highly recommend you check out their warning charts for the characters routes just in case because it does get VERY dark ( maybe I am over dramatic here but I don't know how else to put it without spoiling certain parts of the characters)

But also reading the about info on the carrd I don't think the warnings would be an issue ✨ but I thought I'd mention it just in case you two wanted to look it over!

I recently got into it and your account was the first thing that popped into mind when I finished playing the first two games ✨

Anon!! <3 I’m happy you like our horror stuff! And I am also very happy that you think of our account when you get into some creepy and messed-up stuff, this is super flattering to be honest lol

So thank you for the recommendations! We haven’t played/seen anything that you’ve mentioned, but it does sound promising with how you’re describing it. We’ll look into it, even though I can’t promise anything… still, it’s very appreciated!

Thank you again for your ask and for thinking about us.

[ashsostrange]

lemme say this. y'all if you're cool, then we're cool. if you're not weird then there's never gna be an issue LMFAO i promise you.. this is probably the funniest shit ever bro. this wasn't a "follow the leader" situation. ts was a group project and we got an A mf + thanks.

it's really so very simple. me n my friends finally peeped the truth and that's that. lia planted bait (a general statement) and here come miss averagegirlie to save the day when nb even mentioned bree! that "girl" is inactive and only lifts a finger when sb "tries" her "friend."

i can't believe i didn't see earlier that these hoes are the same damn person. 🫢

to anyone with common sense: a few quick scrolls on miss average's account n you'll see what we do. making a whole other acc to defend yourself every time smthn happens is insane. that's literally the same mfkn person like no way 😭 she can keep denying it on both accounts, it doesn’t make it any less true. y'all don't see her sending herself them self support anons too? they don't even try to hide it these days like.. that's pathetic. at least change up the way you type. 🙃 you can't preach unbothered then be bothered on a burner. you can't call other people insecure when this screams insecurity. let's say this ain't her, right?? it's still very embarrassing to have an entire blog dedicated to fighting for sb who said y'all aren't even friends. this isn't normal behavior either, bro was bothering the gwiles mfs in the tag for DAYS! we're preaching "unbothered" n "idgaf" though right? unbothered when they almost ran you off? i thought she was finally learning to ignore the bs but nah, she's gna go let off some steam on her burner for days at a time 😬 A HOBBY IS DUE!!!

applying this knowledge, i've peeped other things lol. messy anon inboxes, showing support to people who royally fucked up (literal racism), then watering it down to "drama." you got caught tf up. we see you faker n i'm so sorry you're upset about it. the truth always comes out. womp womp frl.

anyway, i had multiple laughs last night nd so did the rest of my gc. she can keep lyin' if she wants to. it's between her and the good lord up above, amen.

idk what's in this tumblr air bc i've never seen the typa behavior i've seen on here on any other app/platform. don't be weird and there will never be an problem! 💗

[tvrningon]

26 (How does a Muse’s behavior change regarding their partner after they’ve had sex?) + 28 (What are some common words or phrases your Muse says during sex?) + 29 (What is one sexual fantasy your Muse has that has yet to be properly fulfilled?) ++ for chiyo and cyrillo !

n.s.f.w. headcanons | anon asks about chiyo and cyrillo!

read more bc i'm screaming at the detail of this and how long it got asdf

26. how does a muse’s behavior change regarding their partner after they’ve had sex?

for cyrillo, it depends on the nature of your relationship with him. if it's a casual thing, he'll act much the same tbh bc if it's a casual relationship, nothing should change. at most, he'll be more likely to make suggestive comments/come onto you, given that you're okay with that. he keeps himself pretty restrained with casual relationships bc they don't hold any deeper feelings ( or shouldn't ). if you're entering a serious relationship, though, cyrillo will touch you more, resting a hand upon your thigh as you sit beside him, wrapping an arm around you/holding your hand while you walk together, kissing you in greeting, etc. it's his way of showing his affection without needing to always speak it, and it's also his way of showing the people around him where he stands with you. he only touches you this way, only allows you to touch him this way. his heart is yours, and no one else's. chiyo might be a little shy with her partner afterwards? but only immediately afterwards simply bc she's a virgin and might feel a lil self-conscious of herself afterwards ( overthinking how she sounded/what she said, how she looks, etc. ). aside from that, she's definitely going to be the most relaxed she's ever been around her partner bc if she's sleeps with someone, then she trusts them completely. expressing her thoughts, touching them without second-guessing it, teasing them mercilessly -- she won't hesitate anymore bc she knows they want every piece of her. sex is very much a milestone in a relationship with chiyo and a big one. something to note is that chiyo does have a high sex drive, so as time goes on, she'll be more open about it! she'll read the room ofc, but the longer y'all are together, the more likely she is to tell you flat out that she wants you or simply come onto you herself ( after all, she's a switch and does enjoy to take the lead every now and then ).

28. what are some common words or phrases your muse says during sex?

depending upon the person, cyrillo likely uses whatever pet name he's given his partner and praises them a decent amount, calling them beautiful/handsome/etc and telling them how well they're taking him, how only they make him like this. he won't lean into this if it's a casual relationship, but he will likely point out what they've " done to him. " he also!! is pretty demanding and commanding?? asdfg the main thing coming to mind is that he's gonna tell his partner that they better not cum before he tells them to. he wants control over that/wants to see them unable to listen to him bc he's made them feel too good :' )) and maybe he wants a reason to " punish " them : ) chiyo will curse like a sailor during sex asdf which is just her trying to avoid moaning tbh. she'll push out an expletive so she doesn't make a different sound, or sometimes!! she really is just at her limit/at the edge, and cursing feels right in the moment. just know it's never a bad think if you hear her curse in the moment! if she's the dominant one in the moment, chiyo will tend to say a lot of teasing things/ask embarrassing things like, " oh, does that feel good? you're getting so loud. " bc she wants to see her partner blush and melt under her fingers :' ) and as someone who enjoys oral, it's not uncommon for her to ask where you want her mouth. in fact, i'm sure she'll refuse to do anything to you till you tell her bc she's a brat <3 if chiyo isn't the one in control and you manage to get her to stop challenging you, then pls know she's going to be!! so good and polite uvu there's a lot of " please " coming out of chiyo's mouth, especially the closer she gets to her climax. whether she's nicely asking her partner to cum or to let her cum really just depends on the moment. i see her definitely saying things like " please, i need you/don't stop/just like that/etc. "

29. what is one sexual fantasy your muse has that has yet to be properly fulfilled?

cyrillo has been around for a while, and he's been with a lot of people, so there's not much he hasn't tried. but! i will say that he probably hasn't met many people who enjoy risky, semi-public sex simply bc of the time period he's in. it's a much bigger scandal in dorverold if he and his partner are caught vs. a modern day setting. so if you're willing to sneak away and bang in a garden while festivities take place inside his manor, you'll have a very happy vamp on your hands <3 like i mentioned earlier, chiyo is a virgin, so she's got plenty of fantasies that haven't been fulfilled :' ) but i can say that the main thing she'll have her mind on is being put in her place, if that makes sense. when she's read stuff, she's always been into one character pushing another too much to the point where they go " alright, i'm about to do what i want, and you're going to listen or there's gonna be consequences. " while she will enjoy and appreciate her partner being gentle with her at first, she's going to become increasingly bratty to see if she can't get a reaction out of them. since i've kinda talked about that before, though, an honorable mention is being woken up with oral/sex. it's something that she might feel embarrassed admitting or asking for, but there's something very soft and intimate about waking up and the first thing her partner wants is her :' )

[elvisabutler]

Belle decorates Professor Presley’s classroom on Valentine’s day their first Valentine’s together and she’s a grinning mess through out class wearing his jacket and opening her legs for him to see what she is (or isn’t) wearing underneath only 😌 and just so much fluff and love and hot sex with big daddy elvis

my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand

summary: you decorate elvis's office for valentines and give him a bit of a present for the holiday. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader ( nicknamed belle ) word count: 2837 warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. implied praise kink. student and professor relationship ( everyone are of legal age ). religious talk. oral ( f receiving ). p in v sex ( unprotected ). referring to lil elvis as a pacifier. use of the derogatory name jezebel, but in a playful way. public nudity. mild indecent exposure. belle being brazen as hell. reference/threat of caning in a sexual way/sexual punishment way. author’s note: this is several months late but hi anon this was adorable and i loved writing it to the point where it flowed embarrassingly easily from my fingers. hopefully you like it and as always y'all i love comments and screaming and prompts like this. truly they keep a woman writing and going.

The thing about holidays is that you've never really liked a lot of them. October led to Halloween which led to parties where people would talk and talk about you as if you didn't exist nearby. You might be friendly with most people but there was always that subset of people who have to judge you for your actions. Judge you for every little small thing you've done since you became a student at the college. November led to Thanksgiving and the entire campus being empty while you stayed because as much as you love your parents- you don't want to go home to see them more than once a year and especially not for a holiday that has all your family around asking if you've found a nice boy at college yet. After the first time you answered you found a nice man and not a nice boy- well they felt the need to offer more opinions. No, Thanksgiving was never worth it. December brought Christmas and Hanukkah for your family and the family friends you might as well call family. That's the set of holidays you don't mind. That's the set of holidays where you can let loose and relax and answer questions about your love life because they're peppered in with questions on how school's coming along. How your studies are going and warnings that if you do meet a nice man to make sure he had your best interests at heart.

Honestly, this past December was your favorite with the secure knowledge that you had someone waiting for you back on campus. Your relationship might have been new and both you and Elvis might be walking around like baby deers when it came to doing anything to upset the balance of it but it's still yours. It's still a solid thing that has you smiling and has everyone insisting you've got to bring him soon, that it doesn't have to be a holiday- they just want to see the man who has their girl so happy. You spend New Years at home too but you make sure to call Elvis and hear him tell you softly that he misses you before you tell him that you do too and that you'll kiss him as soon as you see him.

Everything is fine until you realize that it's February and that means it's Valentine's Day. You can't decorate the lecture hall, though you want to but you can at least decorate the podium and his office. You can decorate those things and give him a surprise because you don't have any classes that day. You're free to do whatever it is your heart desires and if that's teasing the man you're sure is the love of your life and the man you want to spend the rest of your life with- well- that's your business isn't it.

It had occurred to you that this was a risky idea but there's something delightful in finding that Elvis has a pink jacket you've never seen him wear but covers you enough that if you want you can barely wear anything with it. Truly you just want to see his reaction to you practically naked underneath a jacket of his while in class. You choose a class that has less people in it, one of the upper level classes. You think perhaps you should sit in the front but you know that at the top of the room he could very easily see your exposed body while no one else would. So you choose a spot right in front of his podium on that very top row and wait until the middle of his lecture to do a single thing. His eyes haven't left you from the moment he walked in, placing a kiss on your cheek with a raised eyebrow that you just answer with a smile. His reaction the moment you open his jacket just enough to see what's underneath has you giggling softly.

You had chosen to where a skimpy set of underwear- one you know shows how wet you already are and shows just how much you want Elvis. You know he can see the faintest hint of your pussy and you know from the way his eyes zero in on it that in the back of his mind he's picturing his face being buried between your legs as you explain St. Valentine's to him. Or perhaps your end goal, perhaps that's what you want and you're just deciding that he wants it just as much. Your chest is more exposed, no bra in sight and the cold air of the room has your nipples pebbling, turning into targets that he wants to zero in on to suck and nip and turn puffy with overuse.

"I- I-" he stutters out, tripping over his sentence as he tries to wrench his eyes away from your exposed body before whispering to himself, "Christ almighty woman."

"Professor Presley?" You and him both hear the voice of a male student trying to get Elvis to focus and get back on track. "Are you alright? You look a little flushed."

A giggle threatens to escape you as you watch him swallow, trying to figure out the best way to answer that question without exposing your actions. You shut the jacket once more and Elvis's eyes narrow briefly before turning to the student. "I'm just fine. Ya know how it is when the weather's like this- half the damn campus is sick wit' somethin'. Nah, I'm- Feelin' fine, my boy. Now as I was sayin'."

And so it goes for the next hour with you teasing him over and over watching his hands grip the heart shaped decorations on his podium and watching as his jaw tightens and he practically growls when he sees a few students try and turn around to see just what he's looking at. Before class ends you slip out the back door and make your way to his office. You hear his booming voice bellowing about class being dismissed and can't help the way you laugh as you pull the jacket tighter around you. The extra key Elvis had given you to the office allows you to sneak inside and sit down in his chair at his desk. You expect him to be there in a few minutes but it takes closer to fifteen before you hear the door open and hear his rumbling murmur.

"Jezebel," he murmurs, practically stalking across the room till he stops at the desk, his cane somehow remaining far more quiet than it normally is. "Teasin' me like that. Oughta cane ya for that, darlin'. Give ya a lil punishment for actin' that way. Thought ya were gonna be all sweet wit' the decorations."

You lean back in the chair a little bit, not because you're scared but you're curious to see if he'll lean over you, if he'll remind you of one of the many reasons you fell for him. Remind you of how you are strong and can fight and put up with the best of them, but he- he is something else entirely. He is a bear of a man with strength curled underneath all that fat and bulk. Your body inadvertently shudders as he does lean over you his hands resting on the arms of the chair. Your words are quiet but only because you're trying to be coy. "I am sweet with them, Professor Presley. I wanted to make sure your office looked sweet so you could eat something sweet in here."

His eyes roam down to the sliver of skin exposed by his jacket and he takes his hand, opening it up to reveal what he'd like to call his Valentine's present. You in his pink jacket, inviting him in between your legs like a succubus craving her neck meal. Inviting him in like you're his salvation and damnation all at once. A breath leaves him shakily as he moves to grab your hand in an effort to get you out of the chair. "Desk, Belle. On my desk. Let me see the feast you've got for me. See how sweet my treat really is."

The way you practically scramble to get onto the desk is a little embarrassing if you're honest with yourself but when it comes to Elvis sometimes you do things you otherwise wouldn't. You're not subservient to anyone and yet sometimes with him you truly are. You keep the jacket on and allow it to settle on your shoulders as you lay down on the desk, exposing your breasts and torso and neck for him. A part of you knows you shouldn't touch yourself but seeing Elvis's pure lust written all over his face has your hand drifting down between your legs, fingers slipping between your folds easily. There's a moment where you're too distracted to notice Elvis watching you, too distracted to notice how his breathing shifts and how his cock is rising to the occasion the more he watches you until he grabs at your wrist and pulls it out. "Puttin' on a show. Ain't ya just my angel sent from above to be a lil devil," he moves your hand up to his mouth and licks at your fingers, causing your toes to curl just a little, "sweeter than the best pie I've ever had. Practically candy all on its own."

What happens next isn't what you expect, necessarily but you don't know why you didn't. Elvis drops down to his knees and you hear the slight crack in them before his hands- his always burning hands grab at your underwear, practically yanking them off as he pulls you to the edge of the desk. He licks his lips and inches his face toward your waiting cunt before taking a moment to just inhale the scent and to nuzzle at your folds with his lips and nose and chin, coating them in your already copious amount of fluids. A growl leaves him that you feel in the pit of your soul before he practically dives in, his tongue laving at your core, dancing around your clit in ways he knows drive to madness. Your hands move to his hair, sliding through and gripping with such ferocity Elvis growls once again against you. His intensity reminds you of an animal- a predator savoring their meal, devouring what's rightfully his. Your fingers pull and twist in his black hair, guiding him where you need him the most at any given second. You move him away from your clit, trying to make this last when you feel your body start to tighten, feel your legs start to tremble and tighten around his back, marveling in the strength of it as he continues his onslaught, giving your clit a little nip for trying to guide him away from it.

"Elvis-" you moan, trying to have your brain remember what it's like to say words, trying to remember what it's like to breathe, to think, to have a thought in your head that doesn't revolve around how his tongue and lips feel against your clit and your folds. "Need- Gonna-"

All he does is squeeze your hips, his rings digging into your skin as he sucks your clit one last time bringing you over the edge with a scream you can't hold back. For a brief moment you swear you see stars as you try and catch your breath. When Elvis pulls away from between your legs, leaning on his haunches you see how completely covered in your come he is and a shudder runs through you as you shakily sit up and try to grab onto him to pull him up. You want to kiss him and taste yourself. You want to have his body, his comforting warm weight against you. You want to feel the scratch of the hair on his belly against your soft skin. He catches what you're trying to do and helps as best as he can before finally getting into a standing position and pushing you farther up onto the desk where you can lay down. Your lips start to kiss at his neck, licking some of the sweat off of his skin as your hands claw and rip a button on his shirt trying to get it open. He chuckles, rutting against the desk a little as he helps you with it, shucking off his shirt as you decide to shift your focus to his belt instead. That you can do, that you can do so you can reach his cock. It only takes a minute before you pulling him out of his underwear and moving to try and suck it before he pushes you back against the desk.

"You ain't gettin' your pacifier today, Belle. Teasin' me like that deserves a punishment and I know ya love that thing too much. Nah, gonna fuck ya and maybe if ya real good for the rest of the day, maybe when we get home ya can have it. But right now? Oh, Belle, darlin', no suckin' on your lil' pacifier." His voice is practically a croon before he leans against you, the scratch of the hair on his stomach causing you to cry out softly and whine.

"Elvis- Why-" The words and the whine die on your lips as cock slides into you, filling you up as you thump your head against the desk lightly. You'd think you'd have gotten used to it. You'd think you would have gotten used to the stretch and the subtle burn of his foreskin catching inside of you but even now it's different. It slides through your pussy with ease and yet you clench around it as you watch Elvis's face contort and hear his grunts as his fingers tighten around your hips once more.

"Fuck- Always like a damn vice grip 'round me. Always tight 'round me." A hand moves to grab at your chest, playing with your nipple as you keen at the sensation. "Too much? Ya want me to stop touchin' 'em? Leave 'em be?"

"No!" You cry out, your hips grinding against his, chasing after his cock as he pulls out and pushes back in. You try and wrap your legs around him before he shakes his head.

"Ya made yourself a pretty lil present for me. Let me enjoy it and show ya how much I love ya and it." His words are gruff, practically snarled out as he moves faster and faster, his hips acting like he's 20 something instead of the 40 something he is.

It's too much, you think. It's too much to feel how he stretches you as he fucks you. It's too much how his hand squeezes your breasts and your nipples. It's too much how his mouth slots against yours and how both your lips are kiss bitten and how your teeth keep sinking into his lip in between his nips to yours. It's too much how you feel his hips start to stutter a little like he's going to come. It's too much how you feel your body shudder and feel your hands clawing at his back, slippery against his sweat. It's too much how your skin slides against his and how your body relishes in the feel of his chest hair and the hair on his stomach. It's too much how his whole body weight has you pinned against the desk as if you're minuscule to him. It's- It's too much.

"Please." You mutter against his lips and you feel him pull away before the hand that had been playing with your chest finally slides down between your legs and rubs your clit just so that has your hips trying to lift up only to be stopped by his sheer bulk against it. You come with a whimper of his name and heaving breaths as you feel his come fill you with a certain warmth that settles deep in your bones.

Elvis collapses on top of you as he tries to catch his breath and you take the time to play with his chest, play with his chest hair with a small smile. When you've finally come down to Earth you manage to speak, whispering softly against his skin with a kiss. "Happy Valentines."

You watch as a smile crosses his face as he looks at you with such an intense love you can't help but bite your lip. "Ya know how to give presents for it." A beat. "Ya also damn lucky ya ain't in my class. Would've had ya tell me all about St. Valentine's while 'tween ya legs."

A smirk crosses your face before you kiss up his neck, stopping once you've reached his lips. "Maybe that's how I can earn my pacifier back tonight?"

Elvis's eyes become just a little bit lidded as his hand that still hasn't left your hip tightens its grip. "I think ya might have a deal, Belle."

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[multifandoms27-blog]

Your last post got me thinking and now I wanna request this: how do Megumi, Yuji, Gojo, and Nanami react to their partner being kidnapped? Could get angsty

OH MY! Good thinking, anon 👀

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Content: Megumi x gn!Reader, Yuji x gn!Reader, Gojo x gn!Reader, and Nanami x gn!Reader (all separate)

Warnings: Kidnapping mentions, violence, Megumi and Yuji putting trackers on your phone

Notes: I'm currently experimenting with my layout. I want my stuff to look more organized :3 Also, Megumi and Yuji are 18+ here

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❥ Megumi Fushiguro

Y'all...

He is FREAKING OUT

Not like bouncing all over the walls, but he is anxious and fidgety

Hounds Gojo to help find you

Feels like he cannot rest until you're found

He can't think about what your kidnapper has done to you, or else he starts getting angry

When that happens, he'll break anything in his hands and wont realize until someone points it out

Has nightmares about you screaming out for him and dying, so he starts avoiding sleep

Basically goes through a bought of depression and insomnia

Doesn't confide in Yuji or Gojo or Nobara or Nanami or anyone. He can't afford to when he can use that time looking for you

When he does find you, he is going to MURDER whoever took you

Brutally maims the person, kills any curse nearby, basically does the whole mission himself

Once he gets you back, he's not going to let you go

He's going to be crying once you two are alone and you're all patched up, whimpering about how much he loves you and how much he missed you

In the months and even year that follows, perhaps even indefinitely, he's going to stay by your side throughout everything. Eventually he lightens up and gives you some space, but it'll never be like how it was before

I don't think he'd use tracking apps, or at least for the first few months after you recover he'll put one on both of your phones, but then tells you you can delete it if you want

If you delete it, he'll delete his. But if you don't delete it, then he wont delete his either and never bring up deleting it again

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❥ Yuji Itadori

Distraught. Severely distraught.

He blames himself for not being there to help you when you needed him most

He blames himself for not being strong or smart enough to figure out where you are and get you back

Cries a lot while you're gone

He won't verbally confide in anyone, but he will cry on the others' shoulders if they offer it

Like Megumi, he has a lot of nightmares about you screaming out for him or being tortured to death, but he also has nightmares of you degrading him and calling him useless

Falls into a deep depression, and is no longer that little ball of sunshine everyone knew

When he finally figures out where you are, he runs there with Gojo immediately

Gojo takes care of majority of the enemies because you're one of his precious students

Yuji is the one to take down the big boss who took you in the first place, and he does so ruthlessly

Even Sukuna is a little amazed at Yuji's violence

When he gets you back, he's going to be crying and holding you like you've just died in his arms

Doesn't even leave when Shoko is bandaging you up, which kind of annoys her

He's going to be crying and clinging to you for a while

Only once Shoko leaves does he give you so, so, so many kisses and tells you how awful it was being without you, and that he's sorry he wasn't able to get to you sooner, or stop the kidnapping altogether for that matter

He's gonna want to know where you are at all times once you recover

Only with your consent will he put tracking apps on both of your phones, and it'll notify each other when you leave certain places. He got the idea from Megumi, and was supported by Sukuna

He wanted you to also know where he is, since he felt it was unfair that only he would know where you are

Eventually he stops crying and frowning, and slowly goes back to the happy Yuji everybody knows, just with added security and safety on to you

He also never ever told you how much he really blamed himself for your kidnapping

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❥ Gojo Satoru

Oh damn uh

His demeanor quickly collapses

He tries to keep it together for the kids, but even they can tell he's a little fucked up from it

Does everything in his power to try to find you, and figure out how this even happened

He doesn't isolate himself like Megumi though, he works with the others to find you faster

Gojo is, in reality, very smart as we all know. So it wont take long for him to find you

Even though he fears the worst has happened to you, he doesn't show it and storms the place with murderous intent

Cannot keep his cool as everyone storms the building

Normally Gojo is in a fight till the end, but he isn't even entirely focused on everything around him. Instead; Nanami, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara mainly take care of everything around him

Gojo uses purple on whoever kidnapped you - no questions asked. He wants that person erased from existence.

When he gets you back, he'll hold you as tight as he ever has before, before muttering "I love you" then taking you home

Gojo for the most part says nothing, in fear of breaking down into tears if he does

Even Nanami has to encourage him to say something to you

Eventually he does once Shoko is done with you, asking if you're alright, what you endured, and then apologizing for not being there to stop it

Unlike his students, he wouldn't put trackers on your phone. Instead he'll keep you around almost 24/7

He's glued to your side no matter what. He cannot afford to lose you again.

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❥ Nanami Kento

Probably the most sensible and calm one out of the bunch

Now, not in the sense that you've been taken, no

Of course he's anxious, but he's just not frantic about it

Holds up hope that you're alright and stalling for your life until he can come in and help you

Probably works alone on it, or prefers too

Obviously when Gojo and the others heard of your kidnapping, they pitched in to help

Nanami isn't one to outwardly complain to anybody but you, but on this matter he could excuse working in teams. He comes to prefer it, actually, when Megumi brings up a good point

Megumi gave Nanami his signature glare. "Teams of people helping find (Y/n)-sensei will go a lot faster and benefit us more than if you were to continue working alone."

Nanami looked down at the boy in thought. The messy-haired boy had a point. And so, he reluctantly nodded, accepting their help.

I feel like Nanami would find you a lot quicker than the others, just because of his efficiency

He would also probably head there alone, not expecting the others to be right behind him.

"You didn't think we'd leave the rescue mission up to you, did you?!" Yuji exclaimed with a grin, breaking a guy's nose.

When Nanami finds you, he holds you close and cradles you as if you're dead

He says nothing, like Gojo

Holds your hand while Shoko patches you up, then leaves for a brief moment to thank everyone and update them on your condition

Returns and remains by your side

I feel like he's the only one that wouldn't constantly be by your side or put any kind of tracker on your phone

Once you fully recovered, he's fine

Of course he's going to be anxious if you don't text him back or call him back within the normal time window you usually do, but that's about it

Your first night home is when Nanami unloads everything, breaks down and holds you, telling you how much he loves you

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About me and request rules

Updating this because it’s been a damn hot minute since I’ve written on here. I’m Vance/Ziggy whichever you prefer, this is my main blog. I’ve been posting on here for around three years and I always love getting feedback from the people who read my stuff. This is a multi fandom blog but it’s a lot of vampire stuff currently.

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Halloween: Michael Myers (og or rob zombie), Corey Cunningham

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Vanita "Stretch" Brock

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Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Jill Tuck

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My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

Hannibal nbc: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Near dark: Severen

Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

The Evil Dead: Ash Williams

Dead by Daylight

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Pyramid head

Any slasher listed in the above section that is in dbd

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Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Count Vladislaus Dracula

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[Not a Request]

yoooo i had my first good brain worm in a HOT MINUTE and shoving this in here instead of r0's discord as I've usually been doing lmao im not suuuuper familiar with these kinds of details regarding this au so im just winging it apologies if i contradict pre existing hard rules i tried finger guns faceplants

Omegaverse! Red & Blue. Easiest thing that comes to mind is they're both chad alphas, right? Wrong~

Blue is an Omega that's trying his damn hardest to be the Alpha he desperately desires of being. When he learned of his status, he grew frustrated and lashed out at everyone, especially Red. He immediately ran off, frustrated and angry with his fate in this world. But this had given him new found invigoration to achieve his goal of being the Champion of the region.

Red on the other hand, is an Alpha who wanted to be an Omega or a Beta. He had no desire or urges to be a protective leader and be at the top of the hierarchy. When he found out about his status, the same time as Blue, he was a bit disappointed.

But that quickly evaporated once he saw Blue's face. The scrunched up face, shaking body, tears threatening to overflow. Red reached out, in an attempt to comfort his life long friend. The hand was slapped away and Blue screamed at him, before running off.

Annnnd that's the start of that! Both of them as they got older and reconciled and found comfort in being friends. Sharing their woes of wishing to swap statuses dictated by their bodies.

If you have Blue as a partner, please be an understanding Alpha and let him take charge. Let him live his dreams!!

If you're with Red, for the love of Arceus PLEASE baby him. All he wants is for someone to take care of him. He just wants nap, head in lap.

If you are with BOTH, y'all confuse the hell outta everyone with the dynamics going on around here. The omega is acting as the pack leader and the alpha is super passive. Insert yourself as whatever unusual dynamic as you desire LOL

They both love and adore you for loving them as they are and allowing them to exist outside of the norm.

Instincts still kick in as usual for their assigned types, but the boys do their best to... bend the rules to whatever out-of-the-norm Thing they desire. (ran outta steam might pick at this idea more later LOL)

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

Rouge anon please this is great I love it.

Blue being an asshole cause he’s trying to act like alpha he’s always wanted to be, but it’s toned down over the years, and he’s STILL an oversized puppy for you.

Red over here just wanting to be a beta but was cursed to be an alpha, he just wants to rest and not worry about shit. He’s your personal body guard though.

[taeyamayang]

please do a part two of suna brothers friend it was so good

your wish is my command

FALLING FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FRIEND

part two of Suna's

↬ CHARACTERS: Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

↬ GENRE: romance | chaotic crack | no atsumu is not high | the twins are okay | another suna brainrot | continuation of part one

↬ WARNING: excessive cursing and i'm not going to apologize for that | toothrotting fluff

↬ wc: 5k~ y'all asked for this

"my child is perfectly okay." no, your child is reading part two of falling for suna fucking rintarou, again.

ㅡthat's it, that's my life

a/n: looks like this is another round as the miya twins' sister, huh? thank you anon for requesting bc the moment i opened my eyes and saw your ask i had my epiphany, my callingㅡi am destined to write part two. basically, you legalized me overwriting for suna so thank you for that.

hidden chapter

Suna Rintarouㅡpart two

part two continues right where it left off

now that you are much closer to Suna the next question prevails,

what's next?

here we explore your decisions regarding club activities

and romantic choices that would appeal against your brothers, the Miya twins

Your vision is filled with colorful banners, each screaming for attention and calling for applicants. You, however, remained stoic. Not even a bit entertained by the visual aids on the bulletin board. If only deciding for a club to pursue is as easy as contemplating what to cook for dinner, then you would not be here wasting your time as you stare at a giant board. Your bottom lip pushes your mouth upwards, making your upper lips touch the base of your nose as you peer at the posters with zero enthusiasm.

“Have you decided yet?” A warm breath fans against your ear, waking your senses. The voice was inviting, almost as if the person was luring you into them. You turn your head to the side to see who it is, and to your surprise, it’s him.

“Suna-san?” Your mouth did the talking as you gazed at the middle blocker. He didn’t even budge at a distance between your faces. If someone accidentally pushed you to him, your mouth will undoubtedly land on his lips. As soon as the thought crosses your mind, you blink away the panic building in you as you feel your cheeks getting warmer at the idea of kissing him. Suna tilts his head to the side, confused by the sudden change in your facial expression.

“Not yet?” He gives you mercy by allowing your respiratory system to function and breathe air. He straightens his back, both hands pushed inside the pocket of his trouser. His shoulder bag is pressed against his right arm and torso. Now that you can see him at full length, you are mesmerized by his stance. His body is towering and athletic but not overwhelmingly muscular to the point he could crush you. His arms are long enough to secure you in a tight hug, and his chest is in a perfect width to rest your cheek.

You shake your head when you realize you were distracted again by your own fantasies of him. You were never this infatuated with him, not until he decided to play the saving prince in your bleak princess life. You mentally slap yourself in the face as you attempt to gather your thoughts and be a functional human being for once. You backtrack to what happened a few minutes ago. Right, he was asking you about clubs. You haven’t decided yet, but with the appearance of your Achilles heel, an idea struck you—a crazy one, if you must say.

“It’s a secret.” You cheekily winked at him. YOU FUCKING WINKED AT HIM. You want to physically suck in air and rewind the past and undo what you did, but thank god the man before you laughed it off.

“A secret, huh.” He nods, orbs still glued to you. “or is it an excuse for not being able to decide yet?” He banters. You have no idea how you were able to raise an eyebrow at him and proudly say,

“ No, I have decided, but I want to keep it to myself first.” The answer is simple. It is clad in high school uniform with cutely parted hair and eyes that shine brighter than the celestial body.

“Let’s see about that.” One corner of his lips pulls up. He struts past you before raising his hand in the air. “Later, (y/n).”

You love how he refers to you by your first name. In that way, you feel so much closer to him. Furthermore, as if he sees you as a different person separate from the identity of your brothers. You nod at him, although his back is facing you. Soon after, he disappears into the crowd of students in the hallway.

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It's finally the end of classes. The students are busy zipping their bags to either head out of the campus and enjoy their freedom or prepare for club activities. You were once part of the former, but now that you have decided how to spend your time after class, you are now one of the latter. You skip your way down to the grounds of Inarizaki, cheerfully greeting every student you are acquainted with before reaching a familiar place. Upon stepping inside, you shut your eyes, raising both arms in the air with lungs filled with confidence and you declare.

"Behold! Another Miya has appeared to grace your filthy land!" You peel your eyes open and see Atsumu completely engrossed and disgusted with your presence. At the same time, Osamu is both confused and frozen in his spot as he watches you embarrass generations of Miya's. Your sudden declaration has garnered murmurs from the other volleyball team players.

"Is that (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"Another hybrid Miya."

Despite feet away from the freshmen, you hear them clear and loud. You point at them before shooting them playful scowls.

"Wrong! I am not a hybrid Miya. I am the best Miya, and I will prove it to you all." Kita chuckles, holding his stomach as he lets you humor him. This is precisely one of the reasons why you are the best Miya because no one else can make Kita laugh more than you. The captain approaches you, drawing his hand out for a shake.

"Welcome to the volleyball team, Miya-san." Traces of chuckles are still evident on his face as you take his gentle hands and shake them.

"Please, call me (y/n), so in that way, it won't be confusing too." You shoot him a smile, one that is genuine but that does reach your eyes. He nods at you, and swiftly Atsumu pulls Kita to the side.

"Why are you welcoming that evil wench, Kita-san?" Atsumu says through his teeth. Aran is next to greet you. He jogs to your place with an excited grin on his face.

"I didn't have the chance to tell you how good your tempura and miso soup from last time! Thank you for the great dinner!" Aran shakes your hand politely. Your smile widens at the uncalled compliment made by him. Consequently making your heart flutter.

"You're welcome!" You shake his hand enthusiastically. "My sweet and sour pork tastes good too! The twins love it. You should come to revisit us next time!"

"Sweet!" Aran balled his fist in delight.

Adjusting to Inarizaki's men's volleyball team is not a problem for you. Ever since your brothers becsme a member of the group, you have been acquainted with each player of the team. The only thing that hindered you from completely letting loose of yourself was Suna. You didn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of him. Likewise, his intimidating gaze and your budding crush on him made you feel conscious of your actions. But now that you have been talking to him, you feel more comfortable expressing yourself.

"She's here to try out as a manager of the team," Kita answers Atsumu's question.

"WHAT?!" the twins both say in unison.

"NO, NO, NO!" Atsumu squeezes his face using both of his hands as he shakes his head side to side. "That can't be happening!" Atsumu pulls Kita closer to him.

"She is not what you think she is! Underneath those friendly smiles and polite gestures is a tiny brooding demon! She cannot be the manager of the team. She is not capable of caring!" Atsumu says as Kita follows you through his eyes. A smile plants on his face as he observes you have fun with the rest of the players.

"I think you're overreacting, tsumu." Kita says, eyes still not leaving you.

"No!" Atsumu screams in frustration. "She already has you fooled!" Atsumu stomps his way to you, aggressively snatching you away from a freshman before pushing his hand inside the pocket of his jersey shorts. The coins in his hand clink as he fishes for spare change. He turns your hand upward, so your palm faces the ceiling of the gym before smacking his hand over yours.

"Here, take my money! Go to the café with your girlfriends and have chitchat!" Atsumu unravels his fingers; hence the cold silver coins fall into your palm. You count the spare change and wrinkle your nose at the total amount. He gave you money only enough for a jelly.

Cheap.

"I'm not leaving. I'm serious about this." You shrug at him. "but I'm keeping the money. Thanks, tsumu!" you turn around and walk away from him at the same time you pocket the coins. You hear your brother scream again but ignore him as you settle your bag onto the benches. Your senses welcome the familiar scent of sage and bergamot. You look up, and lo and behold, you see him.

"hm, a secret." he hums, nodding at you. he fights a smile as he watches you beam at him.

"Surprise! You didn't see that coming, did you?" If you could compare your interaction with him from this morning to now, you would definitely see yourself growing more comfortable in his presence as you spend more time with him. He covers his mouth with a hand. His fingertips pushed the corner of his lips down to hide a growing smile.

"You had me there." He bites his lips together to suppress his mouth into a thin line. He continues. "Have fun here." Before walking back to the court to do warm-ups. You are over the moon with the idea of Suna walking up to you after the players are done greeting you. It's like you both have your own separate world. Speaking in phrases and languages that only the two of you would make sense of.

Osamu squints his eyes at you as he observes you from a distance. He nudges his twin using his elbow.

"Don't you think it's weird?"

"What?" Atsumu furrows his eyebrows at him.

"That (y/n) decided to join the volleyball team?" Atsumu relaxes his eyebrows before pulling one up in interest. Osamu continues. "It usually takes her indecisive brain three working days before she can come up with a decision. Don't you think trying out to become our manager is too sudden?" Atsumu looks away, thinking to himself. His upper lips curl.

"Could it be to piss us off? Since we were pestering her about the soccer team?" Atsumu concludes, but Osamu shakes his head.

"No, I think it could be more than that."

"Like what?"

"I can't tell yet, but I'm sure something fueled her decision."

"I don't know, it could be someone." Atsumu casually shrugs. Osamu side-eyes him.

"What? I am as clueless as you. It's just a plain thought that crossed my mind." Atsumu walks back to the court as soon as the coach whistles to start warm-ups.

Osamu is eager to know the reason behind your choices. He was convinced by his hunch that you are motivated by something, or in Atsumu's words, someone. He could not observe you the entire time he was practicing with the team, but as soon as the break started, he made sure to watch your every move. So far, you were doing normal things managers often do. You give towels and water to the players, and you also make sure to take notes during the match.

The twins walk up to you, hands laid out as they ask for a bottle of water. Unlike how you treat the others, you puff out air and point to a box of drinking water using your chin.

"Get your water there and fill it up in that corner if you need more." You point at the water refilling station on one side of the gym. Astumu downturned his lips in annoyance.

"This is why you are not fit to become the manager of the team!" Atsumu increases his voice. A movement from your peripheral vision catches your attention. Suna is making his way to you. Suddenly, you're up on your feet. Osamu followed your eyes and sees the same man.

"I changed my mind. I'll go get it; wait here." You mutter, making Atsumu scoff. On the other hand, Osamu is busy looking back and forth from you and Suna. The dots are not connected yet, but something about your instant change in attitude piques his curiosity.

Not long after the break, the coach called for a three-on-three match. The twins play on the same side while Suna is left in the benches to rest and prepare for the next game. Osamu made sure to keep his focus on the game, but the idea from earlier kept bothering his head. You sit by the bench, watching the players play against each other. Suna is seated feet away from you, keenly looking at his hands and not paying attention to the current game. You wish he had chosen to sit next to you and not on the other side of the benches.

A player taps you by the shoulder, asking for a water refill. You gladly take it, not because you're in love with your job, but because taking the empty bottle and refilling it at the water station means you have to pass by Suna. You walk past him and subtly peer at his hands, where all his attention is poured out. A calloused skin dangles from the top-most middle part of his palm, and he's forcefully pulling it. As soon as you give the water bottle to the player, you take your handy nail cutter from your bag and rush to his side, squatting in front of him as you take his hands.

"You shouldn't do that." You run the pad of your thumb over the thick skin. He flinches, pulling his hand towards him.

"Does it hurt?" You look at him with raised eyebrows, but he falters his eyes away from you.

"No, it's just that-" He didn't finish his sentence. He didn't want you to see his calloused hands and be turned off by it. He turns his gaze back to you, the corners of his orbs softening as you narrow your eyes to the dangling skin. Osamu spots the two of you. His mouth falls on the floor when he sees Suna looking at you with endearing eyes. Suna leans his head to the side to get a better view of your face. His mouth unconsciously forms into a smile as he watches you busy yourself with his hands. Osamu's right eye twitches at the image he is seeing. You take the nail cutter to his hand and gently cut the excess skin. Suna lets out an airy laugh when you lock eyes with him. To Osamu, this isn't the Suna Rinatarou of the volleyball team. He has morphed into different specie, a gentle and kinder one.

"There. In that way, you won't hurt yourself." You shoot him an ear-to-ear smile and a hint of rose paints on the middle blocker's cheeks.

"what the actual fuck?" Osamu murmurs to himself, completely distracted from the game. The ball that Atsumu tosses for him lands on his head, making the blonde shout in infuriation.

"Stop dozing off, dumbass!" Atsumu scolds Osamu, but the latter is beyond shocked to have a working brain cell to come up with a retort.

After the incident Osamu saw, he can't rub out the disbelief on his face. Every time he looks at you, he can't help but picture the soft image of Suna looking at you like you're some piece of art. As a result, Osamu looks at you with a prominent scowl.

Not that he intended to shoot you glares.

"What?" You ask innocently, but Osamu shakes his head and whispers 'nothing' to himself.

Osamu decided he needed to walk this off. The event was too much for him to comprehend, so he needed time to dissect whatever happened back there. So, after practices, when everyone is busy packing their bags, he sneaks out of the gym for fresh air, but he hears shared giggles as he nears the exit.

"Can you believe he did that when he was five?" You chuckle loudly. A boy speaks.

"tsumu is a different breed."

Osamu peeks through the edge of the doorframe to get a glimpse of who you are talking to. And What he saw left him stunned again.

You're talking to Suna Rintarou.

No, scratch that.

You are giggling with Suna Rintarou.

You turn your head around when you think you heard footsteps.

"Why?" Suna asks.

"Nothing, I thought I heard someone," you reply. Osamu hides his body behind the doorframe before he decides to drop the stupid act and come up with a plan to talk to Atsumu.

~~~

Osamu didn't say a word about today's revelation. He waited for you to go to bed before he spoke with his twin. It could be a twin telepathy thing, but Atsumu kicked the top bunk bed when Osamu was about to bring it up.

"Oi, any leads?"

"Not sure. How about you?"

"hm." Atsumu hums in contemplation. "Still convinced she's testing our patience. You?"

"I think you're right. It could be caused by someone."

"huh?" the sound of the sheet rustling lets Osamu know that his twin is fully absorbed in the conversation.

"I think it's Rin."

"Rin?!" The double bunk bed slightly moves as Atsumu shifts and turns. "you mean Suna Rintarou?!"

"Lower down your voice but yes!" Osamu hushes him, afraid that you might hear their conversation from across the thin wall. He continues.

"I think (y/n) likes him."

"What?!" Atsumu sits up. "But Suna is a numb freak. He doesn't care about anything. (y/n) is setting her heart up for heartbreak."

"No, no. I think it's mutual."

"MUTUAL?!"

Osamu startles at the sight of his brother peeking through the railings of the upper bunk bed. The conversation had him standing upright in his matching pajamas.

"Stop repeating every word I say!" Osamu hisses.

"Are you sure?" Atsumu asks.

"Not really."

"Percentage?"

"90."

"Are you fucking kidding? That's as close as a fact!"

"But still, the 10 percent chance I'm wrong still stands."

"How did you come up with that?"

"I saw them flirting."

"FLIRTING?!"

"twice."

"TWICE?!"

"And I saw Rin blushed too."

"BLUSHED?!"

"I told you to stop repeating the words I say!" Osamu anchors his elbow to see his twin pacing back and forth in their bedroom.

"But this is too much information for me," Atsumu utters.

"Same."

For a minute, silence filled their room, but their thoughts were louder than the singing crickets outside. Astumu breaks the silence.

"So, does that mean Suna will be our brother-in-law?"

"What are you talking about?" Osamu shoots confused glares at his brother who is lost in his thoughts.

"They will have mini (y/n)s and sunas running in their home, and we have to look after them. Imagine their kids being as brutal and deadpan as them! The little midgets will always be tailing our asses, either about to burn the house down or kicking our shins in dismay." Atsumu's face crumples as his imagination take him twenty years from now.

"You're overthinking it. I only told you about the possibility of them having mutual feelings, but you already thinking about their married and family life."

Atsumu glances at Osamu with a worried face.

"Go to sleep, tsumu."

"But-"

"Tomorrow." Osamu cuts him off, and they both go to sleep.

~~~

A day has passed, and you're still the acting manager of the volleyball team. Your brothers are not here yet, so you take the time to practice with the players as you assist them.

"You're good at this, (y/n)!" Aran compliments your toss right after he made a successful spike.

"Thanks." Your cheeks round.

"Is this something that runs in the Miyas?" Aran asks as you toss him another ball.

"Probably." Suna appears out of nowhere, blocking Aran's spike. Your athletic instincts take over you as you immediately receive the ball before it hits the ground. Aran and Suna both had their eyes bulging at your movements.

"Woah! You can play!" Aran exclaims.

"Nice receive!" Suna joins in.

"Thanks." You look down, not meeting their gaze. Fortunately, Aran changes the topic.

"What could be one thing that you think you inherit from your brothers?" He questions, making you turn your head to him. No one has asked you this, but it's an interesting one.

"Start with Osamu," Aran says.

"Definitely his ability to articulate profanities." Aran chuckles.

"That's a good one." He continues. "Atsumu?"

"Hm." You hum before speaking. "Nothing."

"Why?"

"Because I would rather die than inherit something from him."

"Why would you say that!" Aran should be scolding you right now, but he finds your answers entertaining enough to not care about joining you in badmouthing your siblings.

"Because he acts like the head of the three of us just because he came out of our mother's womb a minute earlier than Samu! It sickens me!"

The topic of the conversation appears by the doorway.

"Having fun?" Atsumu sneers at you.

"Yes, and you two are late! I'm recording this in the attendance sheet!" You walk to the benches, ready to pull out a pen and a paper.

"You're unfair!" You hear Atsumu complain, but as your feet take you the benches your mind flies instantly. Your thoughts go back to the way Aran and Suna complimented your gameplay. You frown to yourself, pushing the unwanted thoughts.

Suna notices that you were oddly quiet and solemn the whole practice day. Even since the incident from earlier this afternoon, you would often shoot half-smiles to anyone who talks to you. Including Kita whom you fancy entertaining with your words. Suna couldn't confront you and ask you about it until the practice is over. When it is done, he wastes no time asking you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He stands next to you as you fix your things inside your school bag.

"Nothing. Why?" You looked at him, but his eyes were deep and serious.

"Your lying. What happened?" He presses. You tear your eyes away from him, frowning to yourself. You give in. You know at some point he will eventually learn about it so there's no point in holding it back.

"I remembered something from the past." He waits for you to continue. "It's something about volleyball."

Suna sits at the bench next to your bag so he can see you from his perspective, even if you keep your head down. You continue, but your aura changes as you wear a fake smile on your face.

"You know, I used to be a libero back in middle school! Have I told you that?" You force out a laugh, but Suna doesn't buy it.

"That explains your receiving skills." Suna nods, and the smile on your face instantly vanishes.

"But our relatives keep on comparing my gameplay with my older brothers to the point I grew tired of it." You swallow before whispering.

"I used to love volleyball so much."

"That could be enough reason to come back and play again." Suna blurts out. You meet his gaze.

"You love it, so you'll do it again. Your relatives can fuck off." You let out a laugh. He continues. "No, seriously, when I saw you assist awhile ago, I saw you glow from excitement for the first time. You were in your element, and you were beautiful." Suna catches himself off guard by saying the last word. You both look away, nibbling on your bottom lips as your insides spin and turn in a weird way. Suna clears his throat.

"It's never too late." He shoots you a smile before leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

~~

The next day, you were the only one missing from the gym, and it worked perfectly for the plan Osamu curated. From the twins' perspective, Suna was obvious enough that he was looking for you. Eyes darting in different directions and checking you spot in the benches every so often. He was waiting for you to emerge from the doors and burst out in smiles.

"Watch me." Osamu nudges his twin.

"Oh, wow, I think (y/n) has finally made the right decision," Osamu roars, making sure Suna hears him. He quickly nudges Atsumu.

"Yeah, right." The blonde clears his throat. "I wonder where she could be?" Kita jots in by answering the twins, catching both off guard.

"She's at the women's volleyball tryout right now. I hope she gets in and plays for the team." Kita says shooting Atsumu a smile. Osamu's eyes were quick to notice the shift in Suna's expression.

"I bet the admirers will begin to line up for her just like what happened in middle school." Osamu fans the fire, enjoying the minor yet evident changes on Suna's face as the twins discusses the topic.

"She beats us with the number of fans." Atsumu chuckles. Afterward, shooting Osamu a knowing look. The twins knew they had Suna wrapped around their fingers as they watched him turn his back and walk away.

After a few games, the break started, and Suna chose to spend his free time outside the volleyball gym. The words of the Miya twins were bothering him the whole time. The bitterness in his tongue lingers as the vision of you entertaining other men flashes in his head. More so, it wasn't helpful when a bunch of boys passed by the volleyball gym.

"Have you seen her?"

"Who?"

"Miya (y/n). Her gameplay is extraordinary!"

"Yes! She's so hot, dude! I'd probably watch women's volleyball team matches for her."

The plastic bottle on Suna's grip crushes as he eavesdrops from the conversation. His eyebrows cross, and his lips curl in irk, letting the bitterness from his tongue spread across his whole mouth. He tosses the poor water bottle into the nearest trash outside the gym before storming inside, looking for the two men with who you share genetics.

He finds himself standing in front of the clueless twins. His fists curled in a ball.

"What do I have to do?" His tone is stern. Osamu raises an eyebrow in question, unable to pick up what the middle blocker meant.

"What are you talking about, Rin?"

"What do I have to do to get past you two and pursue your sister?" He repeats. Albeit, atsumu chokes halfway drinking his water. Aran and Kita look at Suna with wide eyes.

"I, uh-" Osamu was not prepared for this. He was only planning on pushing Suna by playing with his emotions, but this was never part of of his plan.

"I have a plan-" Atsumu wheezes, coughing out water. He raises one hand to gesture 'wait' as he attempts to recover from choking. And when he's done, he speaks. "I have a plan. It's the only way."

Suna rushed to the other volleyball gym of Inarizaki, hoping you were still there. The loud cheers from the audience blast from the inside. He can hear a unison call for your name. Suna enters the gym, and he sees you in a tacky numbered vest. You shoot a peace sign using your fingers to the cheering audience, making the crowd shout for your name once more. Running your hand through your hair as you carry yourself gracefully and with pride. Bending your knees, you wait for the ball to go over the net, and when it reaches you, you effortlessly take a dive and save the ball. No one can look are refined as you are when playing volleyball, Suna thought. You push yourself up as the players tap you at your back. You clad a grin on your face, not minding the dirt and small bruises forming on your knees. Suna can only think of one thing.

He's whipped.

"Oh." He pants. The twins followed him to the gym, and when the two saw him standing idly by the entrance, the twins pushed him inside.

"Do it." Atsumu whisper-scream.

A supervising officer whistles signaling the end of the game. The volleyball team members commends your gameplay, pouring out compliments every now and then. And when you turn your head, you lock gaze with him by instant. Your smile grows more expansive, and you take Suna by surprise as you jog to him.

It was the first time Suna sensed fright and panic without a presence of a threat. Only you with your flushed cheeks and dusted knees. You were catching your breath, but somehow, Suna was the one breathless. He watches you as you flutter your eyes close, noticing your lush lashes. And oh god. His eyes are in tunnel vision. You were the only thing he could see.

"(y/n)" He mutters.

"hm?" You hum happily, inching your ears near his lips so you could hear him over the cheering crowd.

"I like you," He whispers, biting his tongue as he watches you take his words in. You swear to heavens above that heard him right. Your lips are ajar, and your whole body heats up. Suna brings his mouth near to your ears once again, thinking you didn't hear him the first time.

"I like you a lot." It was real. You were not dreaming. He repeated the words to you and you had forgotten the basics of living. The cheering crowd has finally died down.

"It could be a selfish thought, but the idea of your strangers pursuing you made me feel things I wasn't familiar with. And it made realize something." he pulls back to get a complete view of your face. You hoId his eyes.

"I like you, I like being with you. I like spending time with you. I like the emotional rollercoaster I feel when I see you. You made me feel things." Suna admits, swallowing his pride.

"I-It's okay if you don't feel the same way." Suna trails on his words as he peers at your unmoving expression. "I came here to tell you-"

"Hold my hand." You cut him off.

"What?" His eyes are round and confused.

"I said, hold my hand." You laid out your hand in the space between the two of you. He simply puts his hand over your palm and curls his four fingers at the gap between your thumb and forefinger.

"Not like that, like this." You show him. You bring both of your hands up with the tip of your fingers pointing ceiling. You slowly spread your fingers, and he does the same before gradually letting your digits curl between his'. Hence, intertwining your hands. You use your joined hands to push yourself up on your toes. Your lips softly land on his cheeks into a short peck. You feel his body tenses at the sudden act you pulled. You bring your mouth to his ear, you whisper.

"I like you too."

a/n: IT'S DONE, IT'S OVER i wrote this for fucking six hours and it's a record holder. this amounts to two chapters of fics i usually write for but it's okay I'M OKAY im a bit hazy in the head but i'll get over it bc now im happy that i've done it. i hope you all enjoyed this total suna brainrot! as per usual rbs and likes are very much welcome, cheers ☆

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[theconstitutionisgayculture]

L M F A O

No see I do know exactly who you are and that little paragraph of you ranting and raving proves it there bud and let me take a page from your friends book you got any actual proof about me and your claims? Nah didnt think so and if you are mad about what I've allegedly done to a punk bitch nazi racist whom he chose to interact with me 1st calling me all kinds of slurs and nonsense over a tumblr comment and his loser friends one of which is a groomer living off a trust fund that continues to stalk people after 2 years and a woman still since 2017 then your even more a whiny cunt retard than the rest 🤭 enjoy being the biggest loser on tumblr queen 👍

But that discord proved more than anything. You wanna take the high road sooooo bad but again you're just like the rest and deluded yourself into thinking that anybody values your opinion or actually cares about what you have to say, you think you're really going to change the world from your tumblr.com posts. You're bad "satire" at best. Also fuck you and yes I'm going to stay on anon bc i know how your creepy friends are. If you don't like it turn off anons and block this anon ya substanceless twerp 🤫🤭

How funny is it though that you all scream for anarchism and law of land and Etc but then continue to pitch and whine about stuff that I've supposedly done it just makes you all look like a bunch of dumbass hypocrites that just want to take their ball home or play completely different game than anybody else. It's almost like y'all are hypocrites or rules for the not for me type of people.

Either way I don't really know you don't really care to know you it's amazing you actually have that much invested into all this seeing as I don't even know who you are here but let me live rent free in your head and then you'll post this and your friends will get all pissy and I'll continue winning and laughing.

Wipe your chin sweetie you tried your very best uwu.

Yeah I'm not reading that. It's enough to know something I said got you super pressed, XD

[omg-imatotalmess]

Speed Demon

Hey guys! So, our new anon, Peach anon, sent me an absolutely god-tier idea, and I got a little out of control thinking about it. Thank them for this messy little thing. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No but based on an ask

The ask: hi i found ur blog recently and i LOVE your work and wanted to shower u with love and affection <3 <3 <3 and maybe also... a headcanon?? anyways roadtrip with boys are so fun to imagine like i have this hc that draco is such a nervous wreck in cars and it translates into passenger driver ("careful, careful!! that semi is switching lanes!" "draco i am sIX CARS BEhiND IT") nfdjhgjs anyways imagine getting so fed up you just reach over (1/2 peach anon claiming peach right now its MINE :D )

(2/2) and start palming at his cock switching btwn just resting ur hand on him and making him try to fuck up into you fist he'd be grabbing the little handle above the door and finally shut up literally the second after you let him come though it's like four seconds of happy peaceful silence and then its "love, steady, you're speeding a bit" anyways ty for doing all that you do ilysm :)

Warnings: Smut, hand jobs, don't jerk someone off while you drive, mild cum eating, sub!draco, dom!reader, swearing(?)

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The muted drone of the weatherman on the radio filled the near silence of the car. Draco didn't ever talk much when you drove. For a man that enjoyed taking road trips as much as he claimed to, he certainly didn't like being in the car. You didn't mind much, though. You were just happy to spend the time alone with him. Even if the only time he broke the silence was to yell about your driving, which, to be fair, was often enough.

"Slow down! Why are you so insistent upon getting us killed?" Draco snapped, digging his fingernails into the seat.

"Draco, my love, my sweet, I'm already going under the speed limit. Try to relax a little," you said. The huff from your passenger seat reminded you why everyone had insisted that you and Draco take your own car. No one else could put up with him. Especially not with the kind of amusement you could.

"I'll relax when you stop trying to kill us," he said. But, then again, even you had your limits.

"Do you want some help, love?" you asked.

"Help? What do you mean help?" Without looking at him, you lifted your hand from the wheel, resting it lightly on his thigh. You gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn't say anything, you found yourself enjoying watching him squirm in your peripheral vision.

"You know, help," you said cheerfully.

"You're driving," he hissed.

"You don't seem to mind much," you teased, laying your hand over his slowly hardening cock.

"Watch the road!" he snapped as a truck switched lanes several cars ahead of you. Despite his command, he bucked his hips up, grinding into your palm with no shame. You smiled. Draco could be so stubborn when he wanted to be. No matter how badly he wanted this, he'd probably just keep complaining about your driving until he couldn't anymore.

"I am," you said.

"What if you-ah-get distracted?" he asked.

"I'm just letting you use my hand. Keep it down and you won't bother me," you laughed.

"But what if--oh," he cut himself off with a groan as you popped the button of his pants and snaked your hand underneath.

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself, baby boy," you soothed, grinding the heel of your hand gently against the head of his cock. The whiny moan that reverberated throughout the car made you strain to keep your eyes on the road. You would have loved to see the face he was making just then, but you told him you wouldn't get distracted. Instead, you settled for rubbing him teasingly just to make him squirm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned.

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want," you said, glancing over your shoulder as you switched lanes.

"I want more," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted me to concentrate on the road," you teased. With a groan of frustration, he rolled his hips into your barely moving hand.

"(Y/N), take pity on me. I'm already in this screaming death trap," he whined. You laughed, giving him a rough squeeze through his underwear. A choked groan told you all you needed to know. All he wanted was attention. That was likely why he'd been complaining so much in the first place.

"Alright, alright. Take your cock out for me then, baby," you said.

After a second of shuffling, you felt him push himself into your waiting hand. It never took much to work him up, and you were grateful for it. You loved seeing him hot and leaking for you pretty much as soon as you started playing with him. Swiping your thumb over the slit, you smiled as the wetness there smeared with your touch. He bucked impatiently at the soft attention. It wasn't what he wanted. Pulling your hand away for a second, you spat into it before beginning to jack him at a torturous pace. It wasn't a substitute for lube, but Draco didn't seem to mind any.

A quick glance at your passenger told you that he was just enjoying the sensation. He could have been anywhere for all he seemed to care. It was almost like he'd forgotten about the car entirely. One pale hand gripped the seat under him while the other grabbed the handle over his head to steady him as he thrust into your hand. Like a man unhinged, he drove up into the tight circle of your fist practically unassisted. You doubt he really minded the lack of real lube.

"That's a good boy," you praised, switching back into the other lane. "I bet you feel so much better now that you have something to keep you busy."

"Yes! So much better!" he moaned.

"I know being my good boy always helps you relax," you said. The car in front of you swerved and cut off the guy in the other lane, who blared his horn. You slowed slightly, glaring at them.

"Always! Love being your good boy." Draco's voice was so earnest and sweet, all pitched up like that.

"And you are such a good boy, Draco," you said.

Little punched-out noises rippled through the car, overpowering the drone of the radio station you'd been listening to earlier. Honestly, you preferred them. Any sweet, pathetic little sound Draco made was infinitely more interesting than any news guy on the radio. Hips pounding into your hand, Draco tipped his head back against the headrest with the most desperate wine you'd heard in a while. You shivered, cutting your eyes away from the road to steal a glance at him in all his strung-out, desperate beauty.

And you weren't disappointed. His usually pale skin was flushed a bright pink, eyes lidded and more focused on you than anything else, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to quiet himself. A real thing of beauty. Your sweet, pretty boy Draco. Twisting your hand over the head of his cock, you relished in that fact for a moment.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd be half tempted to pull over and fuck you properly in the back seat," you said.

"Please," Draco begged breathily, slamming his hips up erratically.

"Don't tempt me, baby boy. We're on a schedule," you said. Though, it really was a charming idea.

"(Y/N), please. I don't care about being late. Want you to fuck me," he whined.

"You say that now," you laughed.

"Please, I'll be so good," he whined.

"If you can cum from my hand now, Draco, I'll keep you so well fucked on a this trip you won't remember anything but me," you said, an alluring promise coloring your voice.

"Yes, yes! Want that! Wanna cum for you so much," he babbled. Arching his back against the seat, he drove his cock into your hand with renewed desperation.

"Are you close? You wanna a good boy and cum for me?" you purred. The car in front of you stopped short, but Draco didn't even seem to notice that you'd jerked to a stop. He just gripped the handle above him and whined for you.

"Wanna be a good boy. Please, I wanna cum," he cried. Looking over, you noticed the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You smiled gently at him.

"Oh, Dray, you've been so good," you said. His mouth dropped open into a soft cry as his hips completely lost rhythm. "Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me."

Draco's hips stuttered, once, twice, and by the third time, he was cumming all over your hand. His eyes screwed shut, and a pitchy cry of your name left his lips as he shook in your grasp. And you just worked him through it. Pumping him gently while he whimpered through the aftershocks. You didn't stop until his thighs shook so hard you could feel the car move. Then, finally, you pulled your hand away and lifted it to his mouth.

"Clean up your mess, baby boy," you said.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly, sticking his tongue out. Pressing your fingers against it, you let him lick your hand clean of his own cum until you were satisfied. You two had started moving again by the time he finally came around enough to really talk to you.

"How do you feel, Dray?" you asked. He gave you a sleepy smile.

"Like you need to slow down. You're speeding," he said.

"I'm not speeding," you said. You were, in fact, speeding a little.

"Don't think that just because I just had the best orgasm of my life that I don't remember you drive like a demon," he said. Shaking your head, you laughed in disbelief.

"Only you could complain after having the best orgasm of your life," you sighed.

"I thought you loved that about me," he said. "You're still speeding."

"Maybe I should have pulled over," you said, rolling your eyes. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. And Draco was right. Kinda. You did love him, even if you wouldn't exactly say you loved his complaining.