Gay People Can Never Say 'I Love You' It's Always Gotta Be Some Shit Like "I Have Never Been So Wrong,

*stares lovingly at your lips* bro…

school bully to bottom boyfriend :)

lady killer ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2475

request?: yes!

@bakerkells​: “Can i get the song often with mgk?”       

description: in which the self proclaimed “lady killer” will do anything to try and get the one girl who won’t even look his way

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut!

based off of this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

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She was really driving him insane. Colson wondered if she was doing it on purpose, or if she truly understood what she was doing to him. Sitting there in her tight dress, all her goods nearly popping out, draped over some asshole that was whispering things in her ear to make her giggle.

(Y/N) was Colson’s stylist. She had started working with him and his crew just a few months ago. From the moment Colson laid eyes on her, he knew he wanted her. And Colson was used to getting what he wanted, especially when it came to girls. He was a lady killer, women had a hard time saying no to him. So you can imagine his surprise when (Y/N) laughed in his face the first time he tried to hook up with her.

“Are you serious?!” she had asked. “You’re technically my boss, and I take my job very seriously. Besides, I’ve heard the stories about you. I’m not gonna fuck you just so you can dump me like those other groupies you’ve hooked up with.”

Rejection was new to Colson, but at first he didn’t let it get to him. That same night he ended up going home with another girl that had been all over him. But after he had sent the girl along her way, he realized the sex had been different. He wasn’t thinking about the smoking hot girl he had had pinned under him. Instead his mind was on (Y/N), and how much he wanted it to be her.

He never gave up. He regularly flirted with her, which was easy to do when she worked for him and regularly got to see him in very little clothes since she was his stylist. But she was persistent in saying she wasn’t going to sleep with him. Somehow, she was the only girl able to turn Colson down continuously, especially when he was throwing himself at her.

He didn’t think he was going to run into her tonight. He had gone out with his friend group for a night off after a long tour, and happened to spot a familiar face across the bar.

“Yo Kells, you good?” Slim asked him. Colson barely heard him. He was so focused on the guy with his hand on (Y/N)’s thigh. Slim followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. “Oh fuck, that’s (Y/N)! I didn’t realize she was seeing someone.”

“She’s not!” Colson snapped.

“Sure looks like she is,” Rook commented. “At least, she will be. She’s totally into that guy.”

Colson was sure his friends were just trying to get a rise out of him, and it was working. He slammed his drink down on the table that the group was sitting at and stood, knocking his chair back onto the floor. Against his better judgement, he approached (Y/N) and her companion. He was unsure of what he was going to say or do, he just knew he wanted to get that asshole away from (Y/N).

“What the fuck are you doing?” was the first thing out of his mouth when he finally reached them.

(Y/N) looked up at him in shock. “Colson? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Colson responded. “Who’s this fuck face?”

“Excuse me?” (Y/N)’s companion asked.

“You heard me, fucker,” Colson hissed.

“Colson!” (Y/N) snapped. “This is none of your fucking business! Go back to whatever girl you’ve been sucking face with.”

“Is this like an ex or something?”

“No, he’s just my boss. Don’t worry about him, Hayden.”

Colson snorted. “What kind of name is Hayden? Sounds fucking stupid.”

Hayden nearly threw (Y/N) to the floor as he stood up to get into Colson’s face. “Listen, I don’t know what your problem is, Colson, but my lady asked you to leave us alone, and I’m asking you the same thing. Leave us the fuck alone.”

“I hate to break it to you, pal, but she isn’t your lady. She’s mine. Even if she wasn’t, I’d be doing a favour by saving her from a small dicked fuckhead like you. You’ll never be able to pleasure her like she deserves.”

Hayden swung at Colson. Colson dodged the blow and swung at Hayden, hitting him square in the jaw. (Y/N) screamed and tried to get between them to stop them from fighting, but her attempts were null. As Hayden attempted to get to his feet, Colson took hold of him and hit him again, affectively breaking his nose and causing it start bleeding. The crowd around them had backed away to watch the fight, although it was short lived once the bouncers came and took hold of Hayden and Colson to throw them out.

(Y/N) followed the two outside. She approached Hayden first, who shoved her away and said some choice words that made Colson even more angry, before walking away from the two. (Y/N) turned her fury onto Colson, hitting him repeatedly until he was finally able to constrain her.

“Get the fuck off of me!” she hissed. “You’re a fucking asshole! Why the fuck would you do that? What happens between me and any guy outside of business hours is none of your concern!”

“It is my concern!” Colson snapped.

“No it’s fucking not, Colson!” (Y/N) exclaimed, frustrated. “You’re just making it your business because you want to get into my pants! I can’t take it anymore! I fucking quit! I don’t want to be anywhere near you, I don’t want to ever hear from you again, I don’t even fucking want to hear your name said ever again!”

She hit Colson again for good measure before pulling away. She ran her fingers through her hair, looking in the direction that her date had just gone. She truly didn’t mean for the night to turn out like this. Sure, she didn’t have any intentions of second date with Hayden. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to finish their first date. He had started getting handsy the moment they got to the club, and it made (Y/N) feel uncomfortable. But then she had seen Colson, and a spark of jealousy had lit inside of her. She knew he was there to find some girl to hook up with, it was a regular occurrence after all. She wanted to make him jealous, but she didn’t expect for him to get physical with Hayden.

Not that she’d ever admit it to his face, but (Y/N) did find herself attracted to Colson the moment she had met him. But she had heard the stories, everyone had of course. Most his conquests were plastered all over social media or tabloid websites. (Y/N) wasn’t looking for a hook up, she wanted something real. So, although it was hard to do, she kept Colson at arm’s length and constantly rejected any of his advances. Doing this, and then having to watch him hook up with other girls was hard, but she knew it was better off this way than to finally give in to Colson, and have to watch him throw away whatever happened between them as if it were nothing.

Noticing the sadness and frustration on (Y/N)’s face, Colson started to sober up. He realized what he had done, all because he was jealous of a girl that was nothing more to him than his stylist. He sighed heavily to himself. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.”

The words caught (Y/N) by surprise. She turned to look at him, shocked. “Really? The great Machine Gun Kelly, the self proclaimed lady killer himself, is apologizing for ruining the date of a girl he’s been trying to fuck for like a year? You really must be drunk.”

“I mean it!” Colson insisted. “What I did was wrong. It is none of my business who you want to go out with. I just saw that fucker with his hands all over you and…well…I was jealous. I acted without thinking. I really am sorry.”

(Y/N) looked at Colson for a moment, before crossing her arms at him. “Why do you want to hook up with me so bad? Have you ever gone after other girls like this before?”

Colson shook his head. “No, this is new to me. I don’t get it either, there’s just…something about you.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “It’s probably because I’ve rejected you so often. I’m the ultimate hard to get or some shit, right?”

“No!” Colson exclaimed. “Fuck, it’s not that at all! Believe it or not, (Y/N), I really do want a relationship. Like an actual relationship. But it’s hard to find a real girl who wants Colson Baker and not Machine Gun Kelly when you’re famous and the only girls surrounding you are groupies. You’re the only girl I’ve met who isn’t throwing herself at me. You’re different, and that’s so goddamn sexy.”

(Y/N) considered what Colson had told her, and it all started making sense. He had a hard time trusting women as most of them just wanted to sleep with Machine Gun Kelly the rapper, so he just gave into these women and fucked around with no worries of consequences. (Y/N) wasn’t like that. She didn’t just want to fuck him, she wasn’t into just hooking up.

“So,” she started, “you don’t just want to hook up with me? You want to actually maybe try and start something between us?”

“Yes,” Colson responded. It was the first time he had said it out loud, and it felt nice to finally be able to admit it.

A small, sexy smirk crossed (Y/N)’s face as she approached Colson again. “Well then…what if we started something back at your place?”

The suggestion took Colson by surprise, but he recovered quick enough to mirror (Y/N)’s smirk and to hail a taxi.

The ride was excruciatingly long as the two tried to keep their hands off one another. The last thing either needed was a story about how Machine Gun Kelly was getting busy in the back of a taxi with his stylist. They could barely wait when the taxi pulled up to Colson’s house and he paid the driver. They both almost ran to the door in excitement, (Y/N)’s lips attaching to Colson’s neck as he attempted to unlock the door.

When the door closed behind them, Colson shoved her against the wall and starting kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her. Colson ran his hands under her dress, pulling it up around her waist and pulling at her thighs to get her to jump. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Colson’s waist, feeling his hard bulge rub against her. She whimpered at the contact, making Colson smirk.

“You want this dick, baby?” he asked.

“Fuck, you know I do, Colson,” she managed to moan out.

“You’re lucky I’ve been dreaming of this moment for months, or else I would’ve give it to you so fast and so easily,” Colson teased, kissing her again. (Y/N) nipped at his lip, driving Colson crazy. He carried her over to the couch and threw her down onto it, wasting no time in unbuckling his pants. “Wait, I don’t have a condom or anything.”

“I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine,” (Y/N) insisted. “Please just fuck me already.”

Colson smirked and rolled (Y/N) onto her stomach, pulling her so that she was standing bent over the couch. He pulled aside her thong and pushed himself into her, earning a moan from both of them.

He started thrusting slow at first, allowing (Y/N) to adjust to him, before beginning to roughly thrust into her. The sound of his skin connecting with hers rang out through the silent house, soon being drowned out only by (Y/N)’s screams of pleasure. She gripped whatever she could get her hands on, which at the moment was the edge of the couch, holding on for dear life as Colson pounded her.

Her legs were shaking and she felt as though she wasn’t able to stand up much longer. Her eyes were rolling with pleasure and she tried to bite her lip to quiet down a bit, even though she knew that it was only she and Colson in the house. Of course, there had been plenty of times when (Y/N) had fantasized about fucking Colson, but none of those fantasies could ever measure up to the real thing.

“Fuck,” she moaned when she was final able to form words. “God, I’m so close, Colson.”

“Let it go, baby, I won’t be too far behind.”

Unable to contain herself anymore, (Y/N) let out one last moan as she felt herself hit her climax. As he predicted, Colson wasn’t far behind as he finished inside of (Y/N).

They were both breathing heavily as Colson rested his head against (Y/N)’s shoulder, kissing the exposed skin around her shoulders and neck. (Y/N) shivered in pleasure as she rode out her climax. She whimpered at the loss of contact as Colson pulled away from her, and finally collapsed onto the couch. She watched as Colson left the room, holding up a finger to say “One second”. A moment later, she could hear water running down the hallway.

“Are you running a shower?” (Y/N) asked.

Colson reappeared, now shirtless as well. “Duh. Do you not shower after sex?”

(Y/N) shrugged in response. “Well yeah, but usually not right away.”

“That’s fucking nasty, dawg. I just busted in you and you weren’t planning on showering? Nasty.”

(Y/N) laughed and rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine! But I’m sitting down. My legs feel like putty.”

Colson smiled and walked over to the couch. (Y/N) squealed as Colson picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where the shower was already warm and running for the two. As she said, (Y/N) sat on the floor and attempted to clean herself that way. She looked up at Colson as he put his head back, letting the warm water run over his body.

“Were you serious about becoming something more?” she asked. “This wasn’t just a way to try and hook up with me.”

Colson looked down at her, a smile on his face. “Well, let’s put it this way, you’re the first girl to stick around long enough to get a shower with me. Most girls would’ve been kicked out by now. I was even considering asking you to stay the night, that’s very rare. Does that answer your question?”

(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Yeah, it does.”

can you also do headcanons for dabi, hawks, and shigaraki with the reader and the reader just decides to hold their hands and intertwine fingers just to see how it feels? i really love your blog theme, and writing it's really aesthetically pleasing 😭🥺 keep ur work up!! 😭😭💞💞💕💕

i sure can!!!! thank you for liking my aesthetic!! i rlly thrive on minimalism and black and white askafklsj. thanks for your support!!

i accidentally went a bit off course with the villains bc i couldn’t think of a scenario where the reader could just,,,,,,snatch their hands up SORRY

⤑ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

— tomura shigaraki.

∴ he thot u were weird ngl. ∴ he had seen the way you were affectionate with anyone who would accept it. ∴ you especially liked holding hands. ∴ he rlly didn’t understand like why????? would u hold someone’s hand???? ∴ weirdo. ∴ until one day he caught you cling onto dabi’s hand. ∴ and then,,,,,,,he felt something deep in his skeleton bones that made him want to decay the stupid crispy man. ∴ jealousy. ∴ now he suddenly craved having you cling onto him. ∴ he was positive you never would because he was your boss first of all and second, he was probably the least emotionally available person in the league. ∴ so it remained a nagging little ache in the back of his mind. ∴ it kept him awake some nights -- imagining what it would be like to have you...close to him. ∴ finally, his wish came true when the two of you went on a mission together. just the two of you. ∴ boy was he nervous. and that was a feat, nothing ever made him nervous. ∴ as you were walking through a secluded area of town, the street lamps no longer providing light due to the fact the area was not maintained. ∴ he was lost in his own little world when he felt your soft little fingers around his wrist. ∴ “can i...hold your hand?” you asked, soft and oh so sweet. ∴ the word no lingered on the tip of his tongue but he managed to hold it back. ∴ if he told you no then you’d never ask again and that chance would fly out the window so fast he’d want to smack himself for the rest of his life. ∴ so he sighed and turned to look away from you. ∴ he could feel you deflate slightly but before you could pull away, he intertwined his fingers between yours, making sure not to rest all 5 fingers on your skin. ∴ he could practically feel you beaming beside him as you squeezed his hand and leaned against him. ∴ “your hand is so warm, tomura,” you giggled, making his heart race. ∴ he struggled to come up with a response, instead scoffing, “you’re so weird.” ∴ despite those words, you could sense the affection in his tone and smile.

— keigo takami.

∴ a big old baby not even gonna lie. ∴ you worked with him quite frequently and not even gonna lie, you were his fav. ∴ he treated you well and took good care of you out in the field. ∴ so when you gave everyone around you all this physical affection, he was a bit ticked when it never came his way. ∴ so one day you were workin with another local hero on patrol and you were bein all friendly and grabbin the guys arm. ∴ and hawks is like ?????i got a perfectly good arm why aren’t u holding it too??? ∴ but he didn’t say anything. only pouted. ∴ baby. ∴ it wasn’t until the dude was gone and it was just you and him that he finally spoke up. ∴ “so...ur pretty affectionate, huh?” ∴ you looked at him like he was stupid for a minute and he immediately regretted opening his mouth. ∴ however, you very quickly and suddenly grabbed his hand tightly in yours with a smile. ∴ “if you wanted to hold my hand all you had to do was ask,” you teased, biting your lip. ∴ he BLUSHED. and squeezed your hand. ∴ “why didn’t you?” he asked, pouting a bit. ∴ “you’re hawks......i didn’t think you’d want to hold my hand,” you confessed with a shrug, “but now that i am......your hand is really soft and warm.” ∴ cue the blushing again. ∴ “well u can hold my hand any time now, okay?” he grinned THAT grin (u know the one) ∴  he’s so smooth u can’t even try to deny him. its ok tho his hand is def worth holding again.

— dabi.

∴ kind of an idiot about it tbh. ∴ you were affectionate, he knew that. hell, everyone knew that. ∴ you and toga were always clinging to one another and twice always had you hanging off of him. ∴ dabi wasn’t exactly the meanest member of the league, he was charasmatic and a pretty fun guy to be around. ∴ but he definitely wasn’t the easiest to approach either. ∴ and truth be told, he was kind of a dick who didn’t know the definition of a filter. ∴ especially when he’s in a bad mood. ∴ so one day, you asked him if you could hold his hand without knowing he was in a mood. ∴ and before he could even process what was going through his mind, he said; “don’t you have anything better to do than beg for attention?” ∴ the sad kicked puppy look on your face made him regret IMMEDIATELY. ∴ and before he knew it, you were avoiding him. ∴ no longer did you cling to the back of his jacket when walking or flash him those sweet little smiles when you walked into the room. ∴ it irked him even more when even tomura ‘crusty’ shigaraki let u cling to his arm without a single care. ∴ he felt like shit tbh. and he felt left out. ∴ but he had NO CLUE HOW TO FIX IT. ∴ he’s lowkey emotionally constipated over it ∴ so his shining chance comes in the form of a mission with just the two of u ∴ ur in a forest, and ur scared and he knows ur a bit spooked bc u keep jumping whenever he accidentally steps on a twig and it snaps. ∴ so with a heaving sigh as if ur the most inconvenient thing on the planet, he snatches your hand in his. ∴ “ur so annoying,” he mumbles, making you pout. ∴ “i thot u didn’t like hold hands,” u said. ∴ he scoffed, “if i hold your hand....i want to be the only one whose hand u hold.“ ∴ suave lil shit. ∴ “ur hands insanely warm,” u commented, unable to resist snuggling up to him, “all of u is warm.” ∴ he raises a brow like???? duh???? i have a fire quirk. but he doesn’t say anything, just basks in finally being able to hold ur hand

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

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happy ‘bloody valentine’ release day  💝

some doodles I did in the past few weeks!! ✨

eddie’s used to being called slurs but GOD the moment someone even tries to call steve a slur he’d go fucking ape shit, absolutely fucking bonkers, i tell you.

maybe eddie would be at the video store asking steve for horror recommendations and he hears it under someone’s breath and he whips around. and steve is so stunned because he’d been taunted and belittled before but slurs? thats new to him.

eddie would try to pick a fight (he’d win because the kid is like 15) and steve just tells him to let it go but eddie just can’t. he can’t let someone get away with that, it’s not fair to steve. but then steve just looks up at eddie and eddie knows he’s fucked because how can he say no to steve’s stupid little puppy dog eyes and stupid little pout.

steve wouldn’t admit it but he felt like crying in that moment. even if he wanted to admit it, he still wouldn’t. it would give eddie another reason to beat the shit out of the kid and steve really didn’t want to see his boyfriend behind bars today. (although, he did think eddie looked awfully cute when he flashed steve the shy smile from his cell when steve had to bail him out once)

when his shift finally ended and they were in the comfort of eddie’s trailer steve fell into eddie’s arms, fighting back tears while repeating a mantra of ‘i love you’s, and eddie honestly doesn’t know what to do except pull the boy closer and reaffirm every single ‘i love you’ he hears.

enjoy this, more sappy steddie for y’all

in other words. i got the clearance to graduate! i almost had an eddie munson moment 😭

also yell at me if u see major writing errors

CILLIAN MURPHY as Damien O'Donovan in The Wind That Shakes the Barley (2006) | dir. Ken Loach

megan fox and kells in the same video is powerful asf. my poor bisexuality. 🧘🏻🧘🏻🧘🏻