#so I’ll always be grateful for it in that way

[ln4smiamitrophy]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 ————— part 1

𐙚 summary; the one where lando norris reunites with his childhood love at the Monaco Grand Prix and is convinced he’s over her. after all, it’s been 7 years. he can’t still love her, right?

ʚɞ pairing; lando norris x influencer!reader

ᡣ𐭩 fc; jadeybird on ig

⭒ type; irl x smau (there will be more smau in later parts)

⟡ a/n; i’ve come to realise that there aren’t many stories on here where the reader is mid/plus-sized. as a mid/plus-size girl myself, i personally can find it upsetting when there is mainly only representation of the body types that society deems to be conventionally attractive and not a lot of representation of others, they are common body types and they are attractive. i have struggled with body image in the past and i still do on occasion, if anyone who reads this ever needs anyone to talk to about this or literally anything else, feel free to message me and i’ll always get back to you. love you all, you beautiful people xx

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Lando Norris loved the Monaco Grand Prix. Who didn’t? The history behind the race, the atmosphere, it was overall an amazing experience every year. And best of all, he was able to stay at home. When travelling so often meant never staying in one place too long, he was grateful for one time a year he could sleep in his own bed the night before a race.

It was race day and, as per, the track was as chaotic as usual. From the mechanics frantically checking to make sure the cars were ready for the race to the fans filling the track to the brim, it was hard to get a moment alone. In fact, Lando had barely had one since he stepped foot on the track. He’d been pulled into meetings and interviews left, right and centre.

Amongst all the chaos he finally has some time to himself as he heads to the track for the national anthem. He’s walking in silence, head down as he makes his way over. He keeps going over the strategy for the race in his head, he’s starting in p4. Overtakes are hard on this circuit, everyone knows that. All Lando wants this race is to preserve his tyres and hold his position.

It’s like the universe made it happen. Just as he lifted his head up, he’s met with someone he never thought he’d see again. Y/n. His first true love. They were together for three years, but when it became abundantly clear that Lando would be joining Mclaren for the 2019 formula one season, they couldn’t deal with the consequences that brought for their relationship, and ultimately it ended.

She doesn’t see him, and he’s almost relieved she didn’t. It’s been seven years since the end of their relationship, and yet upon seeing her he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she is. She’s changed, naturally, they were just teenagers when they separated. But she’s still as breathtaking as he remembers. He couldn’t be thinking about this. Not now. He pushes these feelings down, repressing them as much as he can as he finds his spot on the carpet and the national anthem begins. He needs to focus on the race.

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78 laps later and he was p4. Lando knew he probably wasn’t going to gain any positions during the race due to the circuit but he still can’t help but feel slightly disappointed in himself. Ever since his first win in Miami, since he was finally able to prove that he can win races, he’s craved it again. That feeling when he passed the checkered flag in first place, he wanted it again. It’s natural in his line of work to want to be the best, he’s surrounded by 19 other drivers who all want to be on that top step every weekend. But his teammate was p2, he was proud of him. Overall a good weekend for the team.

After the race was just as chaotic as the start, between interviews and press conferences and briefings, the only quiet time Lando gets is in between them. So that’s what he’s doing. Walking in silence towards the interview pen as his pr manager talks in his ear. He’s not paying attention to where he goes and so of course he has to walk into someone.

“Sor-“ He says looking up at them, expecting to send a small smile their way before continuing but that’s not what happens. “Y/n..”

“Lando…” Her voice is still as soft as it was all those years ago. He just gazes at her and neither makes a move to look away. That is until she clears her throat, looking down.

“How’ve you been?” Lando asks, a feeble attempt to get her to stay just a little longer. He doesn’t want her to walk away just yet. Just a moment longer.

“I’ve been well,” Glancing back up at him and he can tell she’s hesitant, he doesn’t blame her. Breathing out, she sighs before she speaks once more, “I watched Miami, congratulations on your first win.”

She still watched, she’d watched him win. He doesn’t quite know why he thought she wouldn’t; she’d always had a love for motorsports. It’s one thing they bonded over as teens.

“Thank you,” He can’t help the soft smile that graces his face. Lando mentally curses himself for glancing over her shoulder, being met with the slightly annoyed face of his pr manager. He should be in the pen by now.

He looks back at her, nodding. “I should probably go… it was good to see you.” She just nods at him, smiling softly, watching as he walks away.

Arriving at the pen, Lando takes a deep breath, forcing himself back into the driver headspace.

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Five hours later and he’s stood in a club, music blasting, bodies dancing all around him and he’s stood nursing the same drink for the past 20 minutes, taking with George. Normally Lando loves a party, out of the whole driver grid he’s the one you’re most likely to spot coming in and out of clubs on a Sunday night. But tonight he’s just not in the mood and he just can’t figure out why. Though he has reason to believe it’s got something to do with the girl he can spy dancing over George’s shoulder.

He can’t help but let his eyes dart towards her every couple minutes. He watches as she dances surrounded by people, laughing and smiling without a care in the world: he used to be able to make her do that. The countless nights they’d spend wrapped up in each other, talking about whatever came to mind, the soft giggles she’d let out anytime Lando said something even remotely funny as his hands would occupy themselves in her hair. They all came back to him as he watched her.

Clearing his throat and downing the rest of his drink, he turns to George, dismissing himself before heading to the bar and deciding he was going to drink away the thoughts of the girl that was seemingly occupying his mind like a plague. He certainly does just that and three hours later, Lando is black out drunk basically lying down in the back of a taxi as Carlos sits there with him, making sure he gets home safely.

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A groan immediately falls from Lando’s mouth as he wakes up with a hangover straight from hell. He buries himself under his duvet until he finally decides he needs something for the pain. Peeling the duvet off of his body, he stands up, jumping slightly at his phone ringing. It’s Carlos.

“Please remind me to never drink again,” Lando states the moment he answers the phone and he’s met with Carlos laughing into his ear.

“It’s that bad?” The spaniard asks and Lando can hear his smirk down the phone. Letting out a grumbled “yes” Lando drags himself into the bathroom where he keeps his painkillers.

“What even happened?” Carlos questions him, “Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna drink much?”

“I don’t know,” Lando sighs, swallowing the painkillers, finishing the glass of water. He’s lying. He knows why but he’s not going to tell Carlos that.

His mind drifts back to the short conversation he had with her the day before. The way she danced in the club. The way she laughed. Her smile. Shaking his head, he pushes it down. He ends the phone call with Carlos, making the excuse he’s going back to bed, hoping to sleep off the hangover.

But he can’t get back to sleep, he’s never been able to fall back asleep after waking up, envying people who find it so easy. After 10 minutes of trying, he finds himself hauling himself into his living room, sprawling out on the sofa and watching whatever Netflix recommends him.

He has no clue what he’s watching but then again, he’s not really paying attention. His mind kept travelling back to her. No matter what he tried. He told himself it was just shock. The shock of seeing her again. And before he knew it, he was opening instagram, typing in her name and clicking her most recent post.

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y/nusername

liked by yourbff, landonorris and others

tagged yourbff, scuderiaferrari

y/nusername monaco, you are so sexy

thank you @scuderiaferrari for the invite <3

comments…

yourbff girls trips with you are the best <3

⤷ y/nusername i love you <3

user1 y/n being an f1 girlie is literally the best thing to ever happen to me

user2 y/n just proving “hot girls love f1” to be true

scuderiaferrari loved having you around

*liked by y/nusername*

⤷ y/nusername loved being around

alexandrasaintmleux loved meeting you, we need to hang out again!!

⤷ y/nusername you’re an angel, we need to!!

user3 i wanna party with y/n so bad

⤷ user4 me too!! she’s deffo the most fun ever

yourfriend1 missing you :/

⤷ y/nusername missing you more honeybun

user5 lando in the likes??

⤷ user6 he’s in the likes but they don’t follow each other

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part 2 soon !!

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[thetriumphantpanda]

TheTriumphantPanda's 4,000 Follower Celebration

Join me for a night at Charlie's Tavern!

I am still so incredibly grateful to you all for being here, for continuing to support me, and for enjoying it enough around here to stick around! I say it all the time, but you all are such a joy in my life, and I love this little corner of the internet that I've managed to carve out. Thank you for everything, I love you all! 🧡

To celebrate, we're going to do one of my favourite things - head to the bar for a raucous evening! All you have to do is send your drink order to my inbox, and any other information that I've listed on the menu above, and I'll serve you up something wonderful!

As with any good bar night, you can order as many drinks as you want, but please send them in separately! 🍸🍹🍷

Negroni Sbagliato - Pick a prompt from the list below (or one of your own!), and a Pedro boy, and I’ll give you a perfectly stirred 500 word drabble

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Prompts

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || next // previously

parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> neglectment / rejection word count -> 2.1k

abstract -> How far do we have to go to be together forever?

no one’s perspective

“I don’t want any hybrids” you muttered and they sighed. They were trying hard to find their daughter a companion especially since they couldn’t give her a little sibling. 

She was happy by herself… She wasn’t solitary, she liked her parents' attention and made friends with her father’s friend’s kids. However, she needed a hybrid to show off, preferably one that could blend in with high status. 

While her parents gave up in Korea, they took their daughter to their appearances, hoping she would find one in China… which wasn’t ineffective. Nor the Japanese Adoption Center… 

It wasn’t until they weren’t paying attention to her when she wandered off… in Japan. Somewhere where she could barely communicate. 

She stayed put hoping her parents would come soon but her tantrum was slowly rising… It wasn’t until a boy, dirty and looking like he roughhoused with others, handed her a fish-shaped pastry… called a bungeoppang. 

She grabbed it and stared confused as to why he’d give her this. He looked hungry… and she ate an expensive hotel breakfast, while she doubts he even ate yesterday. He looked skinny… a little too skinny. 

She handed it to him… 

He then said something she didn’t understand… he asked her in Japanese, “Are you lost?” 

“Oh thank goodness!! y/n!!” I heard and I saw my mom and dad rush to me. “Are you lost?” she heard her dad ask and he didn’t understand, when her dad soon switched to speaking Japanese.

He took off his beanie to reveal his cat ears… 

niki’s perspective

“You’re an idiot. I hate living the life of a socialite… I hate being scolded by your dad, but I also hate how I have to keep up with you” I confessed and saw the hurt look in her eyes.

“But… you’re my best friend. I love living with you, taking care of you, everything about you” I said and she looked confused. “I wanted to do the etiquette classes, cause I know your dad is asking you to replace me. He has for years… he’s not quiet about that” I said and she looked away. I knew she tried to hide that from me… 

“I want to be better–” “You’re an idiot too!” she cut me off and I chuckled. “I told you, stop trying to change yourself for me! I like you for who you are not for who you want to pretend to be! So tell me if you want another–” “I don’t want to live with someone else. I told that hawk that one day you might do the same… but not willingly. I know you’d never abandon me… never willingly” I said and her eyes widened.

I guess that's what she didn’t hear. 

“I told him, I have to behave better for your dad. So I can continue being by your side” I said her eyes watered and I chuckled. She pouted and looked away now embarrassed. I hugged her while she tried to look away. 

“I’m sorry” she muttered and I smiled. “Just… don’t be mad at me anymore,” I said and she shook her head and hugged me tightly while hiding her face. “I wasn’t… I was just worried you got sick of me” she said and I smiled. 

“I’d never get sick of you… I promise” I said and she nodded. “I owe you everything… I'm glad I tried to help you that day. You changed my life for the better, and I’ll always be grateful y/n”

She cried after our misunderstanding and I'm just happy she’s gotten those thoughts out of her head. She’s taking a little nap while I wait for the bungeoppang to arrive after I couldn’t make it. 

She still didn’t understand that I live for her… my existence is for her. 

Which is why I needed to be better for her. So no one can tear us apart… I hope she doesn’t misinterpret my words again or at least learns to ask me for clarity. 

“Mhmm… has it arrived yet?” she asked and I chuckled. “Not yet, yome-chan” I teased and she whined and playfully smacked my arm. yome-chan… it's a cute way of calling her my wife. 

It's funny… we always told each other we’d wait for one another and yet we did silly things like get married in Japan that one time. Her parents still didn’t know about that detail. 

When we were both eighteen, we got married. No one knows… nor do they question our matching wedding rings. To others, we were just close… it's not even like anyone would suspect it. 

“You’re thinking too much,” she said and I laughed. “I want the bungeoppang already” I whined and she groaned. “It's been an hour!” she complained. 

“I think our delivery guy scammed us,” I said and she laughed. “First you use wheat flour and now we got robbed,” she said and I scoffed. 

I soon heard our doorbell. I went up to get it… “Why are you here?” I asked and he grinned. “Is y/nnie here?” he asks and I scoff. “Hyunsuk is here” I announce and she sits up. 

“Huh?” she said confused as she joined me by the door. “I assume this is yours by the way the driver just gave it to me thinking it was mine,” he said and it was bungeoppang! I took it and opened it as they talked. 

“What do you mean? Is she okay?” y/n asked. “Yeah… our parents just want her to marry some guy to give him the business since I can't anymore”

“I was hoping you’ve seen her?” he asked and she shook her head. “I wish she weren’t so similar to me,” he said and I scoffed. His sister was too similar to him… “You don’t think one of your friends has seen her?” she asked and he shook his head. 

“She’s MIA,” he said… he looked worried, maybe even stressed. “I’ll keep looking for her,” she said and he nodded. “I heard you’re taking etiquette classes?” Hyunsuk asks me and I scoff and don’t answer him. 

“Maybe you do need them” he muttered and got punched by y/n. “Hey! Sorry… it's okay I think those classes are useless, to be honest, my family hybrid can be as chaotic as me… but he’s the sweetest and cutest thing” he said… he was talking about Asahi.

“Well, y/nnie, if you find out anything about my sister I'd appreciate it. Maybe you can get your scary friend to see?” he asked about Wonyoung. I wonder… she was friends with his sister but for her to randomly disappear… it's not like they talked often, which was weird since they’re siblings. 

“I hope she hasn’t found any trouble”

The next day I went in to see Jake… he looked… sad.

“Oh! Riki!” he said suddenly, smiling at me. “All good?” I asked and his grin faltered. “How’d you get so lucky to get your owner to keep you?” he asked and I shrugged. 

“I approached her when we were kids… and I just so happened to be lucky with her,” I confessed but he seemed out of it… “Are you okay?” I asked and he sighed.

“Am I doing something wrong? I just want… what you have with your owner” he muttered and I sighed. “If I'm being honest… to find something similar would be rare, even a miracle,” I said but it seemed to worsen his mood. 

I didn’t want to give him false hope… finding the perfect owner was rare. It is a dream come true, it is for me at least. The class went on normally and I went outside to see her waiting with a tail ring. Everything was how it should be… I was at peace again. 

“Hmm… Niki, where's your coat?” she asked and I noticed I must've forgotten it. “You should ask the teacher tomorrow if you found it,” she said and I was going to respond when suddenly…

“I see you two are back to normal” I heard as I saw Wonyoung and y/n smiled. “It was a misunderstanding!” she grinned.

“Well, before I go I need to talk to you about Hyunsuk’s sister. She was spotted at a club in Jeju Island, far from Seoul '' she said and I was shocked, all the way there?

“I’ll text that to Hyunsuk, I hope she isn’t in too much trouble,” y/n said and WOnoung shrugged. “You know how she is, not like I blame her. Their parents are way overboard” she mentioned and I hear rumors about them. 

They were so strict that their oldest refused to take the company and even disowned his parents…. Hyunsuk has always been a troublemaker, but his little sister always tried to make her parents proud even at parties. Her sad smiles and sad eyes… She was never one to run away. 

“Eh?! I don’t want to!” I complained and she sighed. “Niki, please… don't you want to prove my dad wrong?” she asked and I sighed. “Fine, but after that can we go to the street market?” I asked and she chuckled.

“I was actually going to ask that too!” she said and I smiled. “Niki?” she asked and I looked at her waiting… Why did she look nervous?

“Don’t be mad?” she asked and I was confused… “My dad also set me up with a date for today. He’ll pick–” “You agreed?” I asked and she shook her head. He’s done this before… it's why we couldn’t show off we were together. Hybrid-Human relationships were… taboo in the wealthy world.

We’re seen as objects and not… humans. Even though we function like them, some of us have better abilities than humans depending on our animal counterparts… but we also have animal characteristics. 

There's… been cases where if they find out their kids were in relationships with the family hybrid then… they’ll get taken away. I… was okay with hiding it as long as I could be by her side. 

“Ok then… I’ll be on my best behavior” I promised and she nodded as we started to get ready. I got into the black suit she laid out for me. I sometimes wondered if she really did want another hybrid or… a human boyfriend. 

I went out of my room to see her door was open, silently letting me go in to see her get dolled up in her black dress and jewelry adorning her skin. 

“You’re dressing up for him too?” I teased and she scoffed. “I don’t need an excuse to look pretty” she corrected and I nodded. “But you’ll look pretty for me right?” I asked and she gigged. 

“For you maybe there's an exception,” she said and I smiled. 

Tonight I had to be on my best behavior… etiquette classes have taught me something.

We had been waiting outside… for a while now for this guy to come pick her up. Finally, we saw a black car arrive. “I’m so sorry!” I heard as he opened the door and bowed to us. I suddenly smelt a hybrid… a cat hybrid. 

“It's alright, it wasn’t on purpose,” she said and he sighed. But I heard a scoff… What was her problem? He soon grabbed the door and let her in and even waited for me to get in as well before he closed the door and got in from the other side. 

The cat hybrid in front of us wasn’t… happy to see us. 

“Behave” he whispered to her and I scoffed. 

“So, y/n uhmm…” he didn’t even know what to say to her. While the cat hybrid glared at y/n and I was starting to get annoyed… “Look, I know my dad is insistent in wanting me to get into a relationship but I’m not looking for one,” she said and he looked so relieved while the cat hybrid’s eyes lit up. 

“You’re the first girl my mom has set up with me who said that,” he said and I was confused. “Let's enjoy tonight then… as friends?” he asked and she chuckled. “Please?” she agreed. 

“Your mom also mentioned something about…” y/n trailed off while looking at me. What was she implying? “Ah… I haven’t told her yet” he said while petting the cat hybrid who looked confused and annoyed with him. 

“How about we make a deal?” he asked her and I was confused. What is going on now?

“Can we try to have a fake relationship?”

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[fandoms-x-reader]

Couch Cuddles

Word Count: 1,257

Mammon x Reader

A soft smile rested on Mammon’s lips as he looked down at you. Nights like these were ones he kept at the forefront of his mind. Memories that always made him smile no matter how many times he looked back on them. 

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You were sitting in your room working diligently on the homework that had been assigned to you. There was no school tomorrow at RAD, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t work to do. You were currently in the middle of reading about the history of the Devildom when Mammon entered the room. 

You looked up from the papers in front of you as Mammon strolled up to your desk, stopping right in front of you. He looked like he was on a mission, so you let him speak first, raising an eyebrow as you waited to hear what he had to say.

“There ya’ are,” he finally said, a look of relief washing over his face. “I’ve been trying to text you for an hour now,” he added, giving you a stern look. “Oh, sorry, I had my D.D.D. on silent while I was studying,” you replied, reaching over to grab it and look at the missed messages.

Mammon wasn’t too happy with your excuse - after all, who would put their phone on silent when there was a chance of him texting you? But, he had more important things to talk to you about. 

Your eyes scanned over the messages that he had sent you. Mammon stood there awkwardly as you went through all twelve of them. Each one was a different iteration of the same question:

Do you want to have a movie night?

Mammon stood there in your room, awaiting an answer with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. A sight that you could never say no to. 

You let out a playful sigh before telling him, “I guess I could spare some time.” “Hey, don’t be like that,” he replied, his lips turning slightly downward into a frown. “You should be grateful THE Mammon invited ya’ over,” he added.

You couldn’t help the smile that formed as you stood up from your desk and stood in front of him. “I’ll go get the snacks.” Mammon now wore a satisfied smile as he went back to his room, waiting for you to return.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed his favorite snacks. You and Mammon have had quite a few movie nights already, so you knew what he liked. You also grabbed a couple drinks because these movie nights were never one movie long. After the first one, you and Mammon would find yourselves wanting to keep watching movies until you were both too tired to watch anymore. Any excuse to be in each other’s presence for longer.

The first movie night, you weren’t expecting to be there the whole night. You definitely weren’t prepared for it; and, when you told Mammon you needed to run down to the kitchen to get something to drink, you had to hear him complain the whole time about how you need to think ahead next time and come prepared.

Mammon didn’t mind the fact you wanted food or something to drink. The problem was, leaving his room meant you ran the risk of running into his brothers and them stealing you away from him. He couldn’t have that. So, now he makes sure you have everything you need for the rest of the night before starting the movies.

Your arms were full of snacks and drinks as you made your way to Mammon’s room. You were dreading trying to open the door, but when you reached his room, you noticed the door was already open. He must have known you would be struggling to carry everything. 

Mammon noticed your presence as you entered the room. He looked at your arms that were overflowing with miscellaneous items and he thought you looked adorable. He couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped his lips, but he definitely tried to cover it up by stating, “Took ya’ long enough.”

“You’re the one who wants me to make sure I have everything I could possibly want before coming here,”  you replied as he began taking things out of your arms and setting them on the table in his room. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, continuing to help you set things down.

Mammon’s room was the perfect setting for a movie night. He had a large projector screen on his wall along with many speakers that fully immersed his room in the sound. It was like a movie theater. Not to mention the large comfortable couch that fit both of you. 

You took your place on the couch and Mammon joined you moments later, handing you the remote. He always let you choose the first movie. Then he would come up with his choice based on the movie you chose. Usually, each night stuck to its own theme. You got to show him your favorite movies from the human world and he got to show you Devildom classics.

You scrolled through the movies until you finally found one you liked. You clicked on it and then placed the remote down. You reached for the lights and noticed the small blush on his cheeks. Every time you turned the lights off, he got flustered. Every. Single. Time. You found it endearing that after all these movie nights, he still got nervous around you.

Mammon grabbed the blanket that you always ask for and made sure it spread across the both of you. You began watching the movie, you sitting on one side of the couch while he sat on the other.

The night continued just like normal. Mammon would make comments that would make you laugh and you would ask questions about the Devildom movies, trying to understand them. Throughout the night, you had moved from sitting across the couch to sitting right next to him. His arm had found its way over your shoulders, pulling you into him. And, when that position had started to get uncomfortable, you both shifted until he was laying down on the couch and you were laying on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest as his arms held you close to him, one of his hands stroking your hair. 

A soft smile rested on Mammon’s lips as he looked down at you. Nights like these were ones he kept at the forefront of his mind. Memories that always made him smile no matter how many times he looked back on them. 

Usually, around this time, you would suggest you should head back to your room. But, you had been studying so hard lately, and you were tired. The last thing you wanted to do was move, especially when it felt so good being in his arms.

“Mammon?” you asked softly. “Hmm?” he hummed in response, so content with running his fingers through your hair. “Can I stay here tonight?” you questioned. You felt his entire body tense at your question as his hand stopped moving through your hair. You could tell he was flustered by the question; and, if you had looked up at him you would have seen his cheeks bright red as he struggled to find words. 

Just when you thought that maybe you had gone too far, you felt his arms tighten around you as his hand went back to stroking your hair. He took in a deep breath, before replying, barely above a whisper, “Always.”

[cottonlemonade]

Can I please order from menu A with a soda, dango and I’ll be sitting next to Hinata. Thank you so much!

The New Girl

word count: 1055 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: Hinata x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, school festival as a new student with Hinata

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You imagined your first day at school very differently. Transferring in the middle of a semester was probably an introvert’s worst nightmare and you had been worried you wouldn’t find any friends since the other new first years would by then already divided themselves into groups. But when you folded your hands over your pudgy tummy and bowed deeply in front of the class a boy with fiery hair and bright eyes had caught your attention and you were surprised when the teacher asked who’d show you around and the boy’s hand immediately shot in the air.

Luckily, students seemed to be too busy to pay much attention to you as everyone was preoccupied with preparations for the school festival that weekend. Your homeroom teacher strongly urged you to join a club for social activities as well as everyday practice of your Japanese and you rifled through a small leaflet she handed you listing all the available ones. The book club seemed fun or maybe the sewing club. You doubted any sports team would take you with your chubby appearance even though you did genuinely enjoy quite a few of them. Deciding to check out the possibilities for yourself during the festival you got dressed and began your arduous journey to school that Saturday, paddling your bike over the many hills Miyagi had to offer.

As you pushed it into the bike rack next to the school gate someone came to a screeching halt next to you.

“Hey, y/n-san!“ It was Hinata, the boy with the fiery hair.

“Good morning!“, you smiled.

“I made a plan for us.“, he announced proudly and slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper, waving it through the air, “We‘ll start with the snacks and refreshment stand obviously, then we can check out the book club and then we- what?“

He looked at your shocked face in confusion.

“But aren‘t you busy today? I thought you‘d be with the volleyball team?“

The tips of Hinata‘s ears turned very pink and he ruffled a hand through his hair. He looked somewhere off to the side when he said, “Nah, I told them I‘d be showing you around again. But we should stop by their stand! It‘s awesome! There is a flyer and everything and I‘m on the cover!“

He basked in the impressed admiration that followed for a moment, then folded the paper back into his pocket, grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

Munching on yakisoba buns from the snack stall, courtesy of the Sakanoshita Store, Hinata kept on talking as he led you through the crowds, grabbing your hand again every so often so as not to lose you. Your heart skipped whenever he did but since he acted so casual about it you pushed the blossoming feelings down again and again. Once you‘d made the rounds on the clubs you had earmarked in your leaflet, Hinata suggested a short break under a large tree next to the main building, disappearing for a minute before returning with two water bottles. The unfamiliar summer heat of the countryside pressed down on you and you took a couple of grateful gulps, emptying half the bottle.

“You know…“, Hinata began, pushing a pebble around with his shoe, “the volleyball club is always looking for new managers. Just a thought. We already have two so you wouldn‘t be alone and they‘re both super nice! You‘d get along great! And the team is also super cool! And you already met a couple of them! Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are also in the club.“

You nodded slowly. “You don‘t have to, of course!“, Hinata added, earnestly, “But.. it would be cool to… to see each other outside of school, too.“

For a moment you both blushed at your shoes before you cleared your throat and told him to lead the way. He beamed and bounced ahead.

“Wow…“, your jaw dropped when you saw the posters on either side of the volleyball stand. Hinata hadn't exaggerated - his picture really was incredible.

You picked up a flyer and stared at the cover for probably way too long, admiring the way the light shimmered through Hinata‘s hair.

“Are you thinking of joining?“, a boy with a kind smile asked. You offered a mixture between a shrug and a nod.

“This is y/n l/n.“, Hinata introduced.

“Oooh!“, the boy said, “Yes, Shoyo-kun told us a lot about you. Quite frankly he has talked about nothing else this past week.“

Hinata froze in horror and his face became bright red as he croaked, “Sugawara-san!“

“What‘s this now?“, a third boy, possibly even shorter than Hinata appeared by Sugawara‘s side, a blonde strand falling over his forehead amidst the otherwise brown spiky hair, “Oh is this her? You didn‘t do her justice, Shoyo, she is even prettier than you said.“

“Here, keep the flyer.“, Sugawara said and pushed the glossy leaflet you had placed back on the table into your hands again, “We would love to have another manager. I bet you‘d be great at keeping Hinata in line - I mean, keep him motivated.“

Hinata at this point had practically dissolved into the wind from embarrassment.

“I don‘t think he needs more motivation for volleyball, Sugawara-san.“

Yet another club member spawned out of nowhere, this one at least you‘d seen before. He had a mischievous, almost daringly evil grin on his face as he pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

“If only he would apply himself to homework and studying as much as he did to volleyball. Then we wouldn‘t have to wait at training camp for this airhead to finish his make-up classes.“

Sugawara kept an angelic smile on his face as he elbowed Tsukishima in the side.

“Just think about it, y/n-kun.“, the third year said, never losing his smile and giving you a thumbs up.

With an uncertain bow you turned and pulled the small heap of misery formerly known as Hinata back into the stream of students and visitors.

“They… seem … nice?“, you said slowly as his soul gradually returned to his body, “You know… if you struggle with homework and studying… I could tutor you maybe. - If you like.“

Hinata looked at you in surprise and blushed, then walked against a tree.

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a/n: thank you so much for such a cute request for our favorite tangerine! Please enjoy 🌟

I still have 9 requests to go so if your request hasn’t shown up yet, know, I haven’t forgotten about it and am on it ^^

[sleepyhutcherson]

Heyy, can you make a Mike fic where reader has a lot of money and buys things for Mike and Abby and Mike always feels guilty about it? I love your job!!

-💋

get anything you want.

paring: mike schmidt x rich!gn!reader

summary: mike has never tolerated you paying for anything on dates, let alone even buy him anything, so when you show up to his front door insisting to take him and abby to the mall he’s a little reluctant, knowing you’re going to try and spoil him, something he really doesn’t want.

—or, in which: you take your boyfriend and his little sister shopping in attempt to spoil them.

word count: 2.0k

tags: established relationship, use of y/n, fluff, rich!reader (but it’s very briefly mentioned), abby being the sweetest, most adorable girl <3, reassurance — let me know if i’m missing something!

author’s note: hii guys, so i genuinely hate this so much and have so many drafts of this (i have so many versions of this request) because i struggled so much with it :| anyway, i swear i want to get to everyone’s request and i have the time so i hope i can manage! sorry for being really absent on here but i was dealing with some things but im hopefully back!! thank you anon for the request, and im sorry this is so late :( i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! xx

Mike didn’t like going to the mall—especially not on a Saturday. He dreaded the idea of going shopping with you but only because you always insisted on paying for his things. He couldn’t fathom why you would even want to do that for him. Mike was always careful with his money, he didn’t earn much at his shitty job but the money he did earn always went to the house bills, food, and Abby—the more important things. He was aware that you made really good money at your job but he never wanted you to use your money on him.

But of course, Mike had a hard time telling you no so when you suggest going to the mall all he can do is agree, especially once he sees the excitement in Abby’s eyes.

You hold onto Abby’s hand as she walks in between you and Mike, she was talking over all the loud chaos in the mall, and Mike couldn’t help but feel pleased with how happy his little sister seemed at this moment.

He hated how crowded the mall was, how kids were running around, some crying, some laughing obnoxiously loud—it was all just a little too much for Mike, but seeing that look in Abby’s big, brown eyes, he could tolerate it for a bit.

“So you only come for your birthdays?” You ask Abby, bringing Mike back to reality. He adored how good you were with her, it made his heart quicken. You were always so sweet towards Abby, going out of your way to play with her, ask her questions, and even participating in drawing lessons she insisted you needed.

Abby nods. “Yeah, and Mike lets me get ice cream and a toy!” She says with bright eyes. Her birthday was a couple of months ago and being back at the mall filled her with those memories she cherished with her older brother.

It was apparent how grateful she was for that yearly trip to the mall; she never complained about not coming more often. Mike had told her that the mall was a special place so why not come by on a special day? That made sense to the 10-year-old girl and she never argued to come more often.

“How about if you find something you really want, I’ll get it for you.” You suggest. Both siblings turn their attention to you in sync and you can’t help but smile at how alike they can be at times. You come to a halt, causing Mike and Abby to stop as well, you point out to the front of you, “look, Build-A-Bear is just over there, you can take a look inside and if you see something you want I’ll get it for you.”

You can feel Mike’s eyes on you as you speak to his little sister. “Really?!” Abby beamed, eyes so puppy-like they mirrored some you were all too familiar with.

“Of course. Get anything you want.” This excites Abby, you can tell by the way her eyes go wide along with her smile. Her reaction made you smile.

You meet Mike’s gaze now, noticing that stern, guilt-ridden look on his face that you’ve seen on him before—specifically whenever you try to pay for things. “Is that okay?” You ask him then.

His lips are in a thin line. He turns his attention to Abby then, “Abs, why don't you go get one of those bouncy balls from that quarter machine?” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out some extra change.

“Okay, thanks!” She takes the change, skipping over to where a few quarter machines are displayed; some with candy and others with little trinkets. She was still in sight—Mike made sure of that every time.

“You okay?” You ask your boyfriend, sensing you have upset him. You knew it was hard for him to accept any kind of help, especially when it came to you offering to buy anything for him or Abby. He wasn't angry, he just felt bad. He looked at you with those tired brown eyes that you were oh so struck by every time, didn’t matter how many times you’ve looked into them.

“Yeah,” he replies, taking a minute before continuing, not knowing exactly how to word what he wants to say. Maybe because he’s told you before so many times. “I just—I don’t want you wasting your money on us.” He says as gently as he can.

“Mike, it’s not a big deal.” You say. And you mean it. Mike and Abby had become two of the most important people in your lives and you wanted to help them however you could. “I know I should’ve asked you first, but I just wanted her to get her something.”

Mike admired this about you, how you were willing to buy something for Abby even though you didn't have to. But still, he felt shitty about it, it didn’t feel right. Even though you were the one who offered, he felt like he was taking advantage of your money.

You notice the guilt on Mike’s face and immediately move to cup his face, letting your hands rest against the sides of his face, feeling his stubble against your palm. He's a little surprised by this; you see the way his eyes widen a little at your touch and you giggle at how adorable his reaction was.

“Hey,” you say, your voice soothing to his ears. You look up at him, his eyes immediately softening upon seeing the small precious smile on your lips. “Look, I understand if you don't want to but I would love to buy you both something today. You rarely come to the mall so just please let me spoil you both just today?”

Mike’s hands are on your waist now, his thumb softly rubbing at your clothed skin. He knows how stubborn you are and knows that you won’t give up on this—plus, he doesn’t think he has the heart to tell Abby no after you already offered to buy her something. “Fine,” he agrees, but before you can get too excited: “but only Abby.”

He won’t let you pay anything for him. It’s not like anything in the mall ever really caught his eye anyway.

You smile, pecking his lips softly. “Thank you.” You were a little disappointed that he denied you from getting him something but you weren’t giving up that easy; you knew a place in the mall that Mike was an absolute sucker for, where there was a chance he would be tempted to stop at.

Abby returns with a bouncy ball in hand, thrilled with that until you remind her of Build-A-Bear. She yaps on about her collection of stuffed animals she has at home and how thrilled she was about adding another to it the short walk to the store.

Mike is quiet the entire time you and Abby are looking for a plushie for her to pick out—she was debating between a rabbit or an actual bear. You catch Mike looking at the prices with a certain look on his face, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, reassuring him that it was okay. And it really was.

He tried to focus on just how incredibly happy Abby looked right now which was the most important thing. It warmed his heart seeing her so happy, the way her eyes glistened under the lights, how wide they got whenever they landed on another toy. God, did it make Mike smile just seeing her like this. He decided to focus on that, not the guilt that was eating him.

“What did you name it?” Mike asks, holding Abby's hand as the three of you continue walking around the mall.

Abby was clutching onto the brown rabbit she picked out that was dressed in a purple onesie that you let her get. “Baby. Y/n gave me the idea! They said if you move the letters around in my name it spells out ‘Baby’.” She explained with her focus entirely on her new friend.

Mike had never noticed that, he smiled warmly at that, finding it rather sweet. “That’s nice,” he says, his eyes averting to you. He was holding your hand, this time he was in between the two of you. He wanted to hold your hand, he wanted to thank you for this, for everything you do.

For a while, the three of you walk through the mall leisurely. You make a few stops at some stores, making some purchases you had intended to make. Until you finally lead Mike down to where you were so sure he couldn’t resist.

“Should we go home now?” Mike asks, holding some of your shopping bags.

The food court was right by the exit. “You guys want ice cream?” You reply instead. Mike’s eyes light up at the suggestion, his eyebrows raising a little. God, he was so adorable!

“Yes!” Abby answers, with her rabbit—Baby, still being hugged by her.

“Do you want some?” You ask Mike with a menacing smirk on your face, knowing he wouldn’t let down some ice cream.

He bit the inside of his cheek, debating whether he should spend some of his money on ice cream. He didn’t mind getting some for you and Abby, the real guilt came whenever he got himself something. “Uh…”

“Come on, let's go get some.” You don’t even let him respond, you know him well enough. You drag the two Schmidts towards a small ice cream shop where there was luckily not a line, just a middle-aged woman with her teenage daughter.

You stand behind them, looking up at the menu with the flavours displayed. “What are you getting Abs?” You ask, looking down at her.

“Birthday cake,” she replies. It was her go-to order.

“Me too,” you decide, not having an appetite for the other flavours. “What about you, Mike?” You start taking out your wallet, Mike is distracted as he tries deciding on what to get from the menu.

“Maybe…a peanut butter shake.” He says slowly, still eyeing the other options. “Yeah, I think I’ll just get that.”

You don’t say anything as you’re just about next in line. You order everyone’s orders politely, earning a smile from the girl who is taking your order. She tells you your total and you see Mike reach for his wallet but you win him, handing the girl the cash. “Your order will be out in a moment.” She smiles and you thank her, moving to a side to wait with Abby and Mike.

“I should’ve known you would do that,” Mike mumbled, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. You knew he was trying to come off as angry but you couldn’t help but think how hot his arms looked.

“Oh, come on, Mike,” you whine a little, inching closer to him. He can’t stay mad at you for too long, he never has been able to. He wraps his arms around your waist, trying his best not to smile. Of course, he was filled with how you looked up at him with such adoration. “Can’t I buy my boyfriend a shake?” You say with a teasing tone.

“No,” he replies, looking down at you. “I can pay for my things too, you know?”

“I know,” you did know. You just wanted to treat him sometimes. He deserved him. If you could—if he allowed you to—you would spoil him to the fullest. “But I don’t mind paying for things, especially for things you and Abby need. I really don’t.”

God, he didn’t deserve you. He thought that—he wondered at times how he got so lucky with you. He doesn’t argue it any longer, only because he doesn’t want to right now, not saying that he will just continue letting you pay for things like this but he just doesn’t want to continue with this. He just wants to show you and tell you how much he appreciates you. How much he loves you.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “thank you.” such a simple thing, but the genuineness in his voice and the small kiss he plants just below your ear afterwards makes you cherish it.

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[darnell-la]

pairing: mean!bully!billy hargrove x innocent!shy!reader

warning: a bit of cnc, begging, multiple orgasms, over stimulation, public sex, choking, creampie, etc.

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3rd person pov

“Look at you,” Billy growled in y/n’s ear as she tried closing her legs, but it seemed like his fingers went deeper. “Can’t even take a pair of fingers. What will I do with an innocent little pussy like yours?” Billy asked as he curled slightly.

“S-Slow down,” y/n begged him with low whines. “Why would I? You’ve had an attitude all day, ignored me then said I couldn’t come over to study,” Billy said. “B-Because,” y/n tried saying, but he was so good with his fingers.

“B-Because we only lay and w-watch TV. N-Never study,” y/n said, making Billy laugh. “What’s so bad about that? I can’t relax with my favorite princess?” Billy’s lips grazed y/n’s ear.

“You already have good grades, and I’m an athlete. We’re both going to go to college, so why can’t we just relax? Is there something else bothering you, baby?” Billy asked, moving his fingers in and out of her slowly, feeling her cream all over his fingers.

“N-No,” y/n lied. “Hey,” Billy said, moving himself before y/n to look into her eyes. “Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me,” Billy said as he snaked his hands up her body and gripped her neck.

“You’re always stuttering and avoiding eye contact when I’m around, and when I’m over, you’re just so damn sweet and quiet,” Billy said, curlings his fingers up and hitting the right spot.

“Do you get this wet when I come over, princess? Are you always so damn wet and waiting for me to finger your pretty pussy? Do you like the way I touch on you, princess? Tell me, baby,” Billy said, inches away from her face.

“I-I need a break,” y/n said, trying to push his hand away, but instantly stopped as his grip tightened. “Are you grateful!?” Billy genuinely asked as y/n’s walls tightened around him.

Y/n stayed silent, making Billy repeat his finger motions faster, no matter how much Y/n screeched.

“B-Billy!” Y/n grabbed onto the man’s arm and shoulder, trying to brace herself as she came around his fingers. “That’s it. Cum in my fuckin’ fingers you bratty slut,” Billy’s lips slightly touched y/n’s ass her jaw hung.

Cum leaked down y/n’s legs as Billy kept his past, wanting more, even though she could barely take the first orgasm. He knew that but wanted what he wanted.

“Gimme another one. C’mon, princess, c’mon,” Billy got his grip on her neck to keep her on her feet, but after a while, her legs gave up on her, causing her to fall to the ground.

The two of them are in a storage closet at school, so they barely have space, but he’ll make something out of it. She’s not getting out of this.

“Ah uh,” Billy said, moving y/n onto her back to get in between her legs and smother his face between her thighs. “Billy, no!” Y/n tried keeping her voice down. She’s never been eaten.

Billy knew she was too innocent for this next step, but he did it anyway. Billy took his ringed fingers and pushed them into her entrance as he sucked roughly on her bud.

Y/n screamed in pleasure, tears streaming from her face, but couldn’t stop herself from cumming around him again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Billy ground into her cunt, making sure she knew he wanted it all. “Gimme more, gimme more,” Billy repeated as his tongue flicked up and down her clit and around her folds.

“C-Can’t, can’t!” Y/n tried pushing his head off of him as his fingers turned, pushed, and curled. “Stay still or I’ll stuff this pretty cunt full,” Billy warned y/n, trying to enjoy her sweet taste and slight hums into his face.

“C’mon, baby, Ion wanna split you in half, your pretty body can’t take me,” Billy traced his hand up y/n’s stomach and under her shirt until he could knit at her breast.

“If you give me one more, I’ll let you go and continue when we study tonight,” Billy said as he pulled y/n’s bra down so he could feel his bare breast and pinch her nipples.

“Billy, I can’t,” y/n cried, feeling her vision get blurry from so much pleasure. “Yes, you can. Keep humping my face, and you’ll feel better,” Billy encouraged her, shocking her mind. She hadn’t even noticed her humping him.

“No, no, I-I can’t do this anymore,” y/n scotched back, making Billy chuckle to himself. “Are you still a virgin since the last time you told me?” Billy asked as he leaned up and pulled his shirt off.

“That doesn’t matter,” y/n closed her legs and tried to look like she’s fine, but she’s not. Her cunt is throbbing, her legs are shaking and her nipples are hard. What did Billy do to her body?

“You better fuckin’ tell me, and it better be the right answer,” Billy said as he tugged on his belt until he could unzip his jeans and pull himself out.

Y/n zoned out after seeing Billy’s size. “Answer my fucking question!” Billy yelled at her, knowing if people were passing by, they heard him. To be honest, he couldn’t care less.

If he could see y/n’s innocent face and look at the people judging her for letting Billy have a taste of her but no one else, he would be in a dream.

“S-Still a virgin,” y/n said low, making Billy smile slightly. “Good girl,” Billy said as he crawled over to y/n u too he was face to face with her, hearing her breathing speed up.

“You’re my good girl, okay? Only I get to have you as a study buddy,” Billy kissed at y/n’s neck. “Right, baby?” Billy asked, wanting her to respond. “Mhmm,” y/n hummed, agreeing to whatever he says.

“I make you cum back to back, that can only mean you belong to me, right princess? All mine,” Billy asked into her ear. “Y-Yes,” Y/n stuttered.

“Will you let me make you feel good, baby? Gonna let your bully fuck you in this storage coldest then take you home and eat that pretty cunt till you can’t speak anymore?” Billy grinned his body on y/n’s as she whined.

“I can’t have sex,” y/n said, making Billy chuckle. “Oh, yes you can. And you’re gonna let me breed you. I wanna see that innocent face disappear after you let me whore you out,” Billy whispered.

Billy softly pulled y/n to the ground before kissing all over her upper body and moving in between her legs.

“Wait, Billy, I-I can’t,” y/n said, but her pussy was clinching around the air. It’s not like y/n’s religious or anything, but everything has moved too fast between her and Billy.

Today was the first day he’d touched her. Usually, he forced his way into her apartment to relax and hang out with her. Usually, he’s bullying her in the hallways or in class. Usually, he’s just another dude who wants one thing, but today, he’s been talking about keeping her as his.

“You have to. You need to get used to my size so you can slip right on it in the future, baby,” Billy said as his cock rubbed up and down y/n’s folds.

“You’re mine now, and I don’t want any other cock in this pussy. Not one, and if I find you slurring around, I’m gonna handle you, and I don’t think you want me angry, don’t you, baby?” Billy asked, making her shake her head.

“Yeah, I know, so you’re gonna let me — Slip right in,” Billy said as his cock pushed into y/n, making her throw her head back and slack her jaw as her eyes rolled back. “And enjoy how tight and wet you are for me,” Billy added as he slowly thrust.

“A-Augh,” y/n whined as she scratched at her back. “Such a little slut. Thought you were innocent,” Billy schooled his head, making y/n feel bad, but instantly felt pleasure.

“Look at you in here spreading this dirty pussy. So fuckin’ slutty. Can’t believe you, y/n. Can’t fuckin’ believe you made me way so fucking long, just for you to be this fucking easy,” Billy snapped his hips at every few words.

“Mhm, yeah, take it little bitch. Take my fucking cock and cry for more,” Billy said, knowing y/n’a close again. “Maybe I should drag you out of here and put you on display like the dirty girl you are,” Billy growled in y/n’s ear as he felt her tighten.

“Thaaat’s fuckin’ it. That’s it! Right fuckin’ there, baby,” Billy kept snapping his hips into her as she came all over his lower body. “Yeah, and you say you can’t do this. You’re a fuckin’ lie. You take me like a professional slut,” Billy spat.

“Gonna treat you like one, even though you’re my pretty little baby,” Billy said before licking at y/n’s tears of pleasure. “C-Cumming,” y/n whined, cumming around Billy’s cock for the second time in under a minute.

“God, ima eat this messy cunt when we get to your place. Maybe I should just move in and pay your bills since I’m over there every day — I’ll be there more often to fuck this nice and sweet cunt,” Billy slammed into the whiny girl.

“F-Fuck, baby. Gonna make me cum in record time. Not even me myself can make me feel this fucking good,” Billy couldn’t help but give her unexpected blows to watch the life leave her body repeatedly.

“Tell me you want it, baby. Tell me you want me to fill this thing up,” Billy said as he wrapped both of his hands around y/n’s neck. “Tell me, baby, tell me,” Billy groaned deeply, feeling himself near.

“I-I want it,” the once so innocent girl moaned feeling her cunt throb uncontrollably. “Mhm, that’s it. Beg for my cock,” Billy whispered in Y/n’s ear, hips stuttering a bit as his load filled Y/n up.

“Yeah, ya feel that? Ya fuckin’ feel me, baby. Gonna be mine forever, now,” Billy fucked his cum into y/n as he connected his lips with y/n who could barely kiss back from how dizzy and fucked out she is. She’d never felt pleasure like this in her life, but her bully was here to give it all to her.

[bubblybloob]

Hey, so this kind of turned into a vent. Be wary going in, but it’s important if you engage some with my stuff. I think I’ve been thinking about it more as btg has become more active, and wanted to get it all off my chest.

I’ve wanted to bring this up for a while now, after my popularity grew. I’m sure some people have noticed my lack of joy at the 500 followers milestone, and the 600 one, but it’s a bit more complicated than on the surface.

So, there was something I haven’t really mentioned. It wasn’t ever really a secret, I just didn’t feel it was important, and was always taught it was dangerous to talk about and to dance around the subject if brought up. But I’ve noticed that the people on Tumblr find this kind of important to know when interacting. I know people on here can get really hostile, and this kind of became a secret because of that. I don’t know if it’s bad that I haven’t said anything or not, but I thought I should still make a post anyway.

So, I’m, in my country, since I know it might be younger or older in other places, a minor.

Okay most important stuff first. Yes, I’ve said or drawn mildly suggestive stuff, that’s mostly because I’m very unaffected by it and find it more amusing (I might be a little ace idk), though I do purposely keep stuff I make mostly tame simply because like- still technically a kid. I’ve seen stuff far more suggestive from afar before and just nod and say “mm, yes, that exists” and indifferently move the hell on with my life.

Being part of the STP community has been really strange for me and not all in good ways. I hate hate hate people looking up to me, or being jealous, or having anxiety talking to me because- in my head- I’m just doing everything and talking to everyone I can because I like making stuff and talking to people, and I feel so uncomfortable up on this pedestal where I’m held so high, but if I make one wrong step I’ll have tomatos thrown at me. It’s a really claustrophobic and isolating position and feeling and it makes me feel sick, anxious, stressed, and really really scared.

I like the community I’m in and friends I’ve made, but I’m really afraid I’ll say something unusual or wrong or maybe even offensive since I don’t know everything I’m supposed to say or do. I don’t know how to act when someone’s depressed, I don’t know how people feel about shipping, or designs for characters who canonically don’t have a physical appearance, or what the opinion is on all of the nsfw content. I do the Homer Simpson bush meme whenever I see it pop up because if there’s something that I do know, it’s that people don’t want minors reading their blorbos being sexy with each other.

(Side note: The amount of times I’ve accidentally clicked on an explicit fic thinking ‘Oo what’s this’ and then seeing what’s going to happen is… not staggering, actually. But enough for me to laugh in hindsight. I scroll to the bottom to read the comments to confirm my suspicions, and get the hell out. Happened with the same fics multiple times too because I forgot they were explicit and that I’d encountered them in the first place, wondered why I never read them and then boom, flashback, I never read the description like the fool I am).

And there’s the thing isn’t it. Some parts of fandom culture, it feels like all I can do is mess up. I just don’t know how I can handle all the fear of this attention?

Like, I don’t hate it. I like interacting, I like that people love my art despite my grievances with parts of my style, I’ve been so motivated to grow and get better because of everyone. You can all look at my oldest STP post and newest one and see the differences plainly.

But it’s really so much, and I’m as grateful as I am terrified. I’m terrified of hurting someone’s feelings when I don’t mean to. Like, what if I follow someone and they get excited because I’m a “big name” and then I decide to unfollow for whatever reason I might have at the time? I might crush that person’s soul or want to interact.

Despite my willingness, I do have problems with some ships, but I can’t voice any because what if I start a big argument with a bunch of people involved instead of the normal discussion I wanted to have? People are more likely to take my side because I’m the popular person, and we all know popular people are always right about everything and we must regurgitate their opinions without any thought put into how you actually feel. And then I’ll make whoever I was talking to retreat for a really long time, and everything will be awful and terrible forever and ever.

I can’t do that to people! I’ve been those people! I’ve was told things by people I looked up to and would get so so so upset, because I’m really emotional. I don’t want to hurt someone who might be sensitive like me.

I really just wanted to get all these feelings off my chest. Sorry if it got pretty venty. I’m open to discussing it, I’m still really scared to post this, it’s my only ever vent post, but I’ll try not to just save it in my drafts and let it rot.

[sturnioloisland]

Happier | M.S.

Hello everyone :) this is very much my first time posting on tumblr, and I quite literally have no clue what I am doing.

I’m also making this post from my phone, so if it’s messed up just ignore it. Let me know if y’all like this or hate it. Either one is fine.

Pairing: Matt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I posted something similar to this on ao3 many a years ago when I was part of a different fandom.

Matt walked down the sidewalk heading towards his favorite coffee shop he used to frequently visit. Within the last month, he seemed to be living in a constant nightmare. He’d wake up everyday alone without her body next to him. He no longer got to see that warm and beautiful smile first thing when he woke up.

Every night was a battle to fall asleep and every morning was a struggle to get out of bed. He regretted his decision, and if he could take back everything he said, he would in a heartbeat. It was just a stupid fight because of his own insecurities. 

Matt remembers the look on her face after he spewed those hateful words. He remembers the tears in her eyes when he said he didn’t love her anymore. He didn’t mean to say it, but he did, and he struggles living with the consequences of his words.

The cold wind nipped at his nose as he approached the coffee shop. It had been a while since Matt had been there. This was the place where they had their first few dates. Melancholy was set deep in his heart, and he couldn’t shake that feeling away. What he would do to go back in time and change the happenings of that night.

He finally reached the shop and quickly entered, the warmth inside immediately thawing his shivering limbs. Matt was always cold, but the girl he once loved - still loved - was always warm, and Matt used to always melt into her embrace.

The line was rather short with only a few people in front of him. Matt already had his order in mind. It was the same thing he got every time. Soon enough he reached the register, immediately recognizing the barista as someone who used to work all the time when he came in with her.

“Hey,” He said with a warm smile, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in here. You used to come in all the time.”

Matt smiled timidly and gazed down at his feet. “Yeah, yeah it has been a while, but I plan on coming back more. I sure do miss the muffins you guys sell here.” 

The barista chuckled, “So I take it that you’ll be having your usual order then?”

Matt nodded.

“Okay, I’ll get right to it. It was good to see you again. You disappeared for a few months, so I hope you’re doing well.”

Matt once again flashed him a fake smile, “It was good to see you too.” He finished paying for his order and stepped to the side - secretly grateful he wasn’t asked about why he was there without her.

He messed around on his phone looking through messages from friends who were still checking up on him. He felt guilty for never responding to them, but he didn’t know how. All of them asked how he was or if he was okay or even if he needed anything from them. The one thing he wanted was something that they couldn’t give him.

He scrolled through his camera roll looking at old pictures, the guilt slowly creeping back into him as he looked at the old photos he never bothered to delete. Matt felt that familiar burning sensation behind his eyes and quickly closed the camera roll on his phone. He wouldn’t cry in public. No, he wouldn’t cry at all. He’s done too much of that.

“Matt?” A barista called out as his order was finished. He walked to the counter, grabbed his coffee and warm muffin and thanked the barista before turning to head out, pausing only to grab a few napkins.

On the way out, he saw a familiar head of hair that was styled in a way that he remembered seeing it. He stopped dead in his tracks as he came to realize who it was. The girl whose heart he shattered into a million pieces was standing in line just about four feet away from him. 

She looked as beautiful as San remembered her being. Her beautiful eyes, the small mole under them, her hair, and most importantly her smile. She was smiling brightly, and Matt felt the glass around his heart shatter because she wasn’t alone. No, she was holding hands with another man. A man that wasn’t him.

Matt was staring and he was sure the girl felt his eyes burning into her, for when the latter turned her head to face Matt, that enchanting smile faltered. They both stared at each other, both in disbelief of seeing the other. It was she who broke the silence between them.

“Hi Matt.” Her tone was bitter, and Matt didn’t blame her at all. He broke her heart into a million pieces and left verbal wounds that he knew he could never take back no matter how much he wanted to. He broke the girl’s heart, and Matt was in disbelief that she even acknowledged him.

He hesitated. He hadn’t said her name in so long, and he was trying not to choke on his words. It was a name he used to say full of love and passion. A name that was now just reduced to a memory of something good he once had, something good that he ruined. “Hi y/n.”

A/n again: sorry if this sucks. It was quite literally the one and only thing I have ever written.

[naturestheway22]

Lmao had to do it. Also pouring one out for the genderfluid Loki we didn’t get but all deserved. 🩷🤍💜🖤💙

[fitpacs]

<3

[aanalytic]

gratitude post ‼️🌈🧠🌊⚡️🩷🪼

if you’re seeing this it means something reminded me how much i love being alive :’)

[alltoowille]

brief writing update for those interested: i’ve now published edits up through lake house chapter 4–added about 3-4k to the fic as i’ve gone back and improved my old writing! i did my best not to eliminate what was already there in order to respect the world i made and the attachment people may have to it, but i was able to make things much more poetic and clarify the motifs and themes i found myself poking at with that piece. going to work on editing chapter 5 today, and once i get through editing chapter 7 i will likely post the new update. unfortunately i cannot give a timeline for that but i know the work i’m putting in will make it all the more worth it

[mutalune]

I just wanted to let you know that you are one of the only writers I’ve seen do a time travel fic in an intensely narratively satisfying way. I know you don’t really plan on updating it anymore (which is so valid!! I’m just so glad I got to read *anything* from you, you’re so talented!!!). There are virtually no plotholes, you chose the perfect character to voice the narrative (he wouldn’t give away too much, so it leaves the reader in suspense), and you write the most beautiful character relationships!! Your attention to detail and understanding of the effects of trauma supplement the narrative so well!!! Both the subtle and large-scale effects were interwoven so well. And the suspense!!!! Oh my gosh!! The double dramatic irony of us the readers knowing things Aizawa doesn’t and Aizawa knowing things the rest of the characters don’t constantly kept me on the edge of my seat. It’s one of the only fics I can reread and find new details in every time. Every single character is written with so much love and care, it’s so beautiful and impressive!!!!! It’s such a kind story, overall :,)

There are so many more things I could say, but I think I’ve left enough comments on the fic itself and would probably go waaaaay over the word limit for a tumblr ask.

I hope you continue to find and work on projects you enjoy doing, even if tmgr isn’t one of them <3 <3 <3

You’re just a truly excellent writer and I wish you nothing but the best!! Reading your works is genuinely a privilege ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

;___; maybe I’ll just cry forever because of this ask tbh this was incredibly sweet and kind and I don’t have any clue what to say in response that will express how reading this made me feel

Time travel fics (tbh time travel fixits in general, there’s a bunch of kcomics that have the same trope and I live for them too) are so near and dear to my heart, and they’re my go-to “things are hard, I need something that makes me feel like mistakes don’t have to be forever,” comfort reads, and it really means so much to me that you enjoyed my take on one so much. And also that you picked up on a lot of my deliberate choices! The double dramatic irony, picking Aizawa (who admittedly is my fave bnha character so I was probs always gonna pick him BUT he also made a great unreliable-but-predictable narrator), and the trauma affecting things subtly and obviously… Sometimes I wonder how much of what I write gets across to readers, because I’m v much a “every choice I made, every word I picked, they all had a reason even if I don’t explicitly say what that reason is,” kinda writer, and it’s both amazing and humbling to have those details picked up on by a reader tbh 💕

Thank you very very very much for sending this message and brightening my day, it was so nice to read and means a lot 💕 I hope to get back into writing something (anything!!! I miss writing) soon-ish now that the holidays are over and 2024 is in full swing, and hopefully I’ll get something out there that’ll be in a fandom you enjoy 💕 thank you again!

[harrylights]

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[cupidlakes]

if i ever put a bad taste in ur guys mouth for whatever reason i’m sry abt that (genuine)