#THIS IS WHAT I NEEDDDDDD

[miyamoratsumuu]

tumblr nagged at me that I reached thirty tags and I don't think I said this enough in the tags but thank you so so much for this ness u literal goddess 🤲🏻 my life's literally indebted to u at this point i love this i love this i love this

this would quite actually be my warm bowl of soup after a whole day of having a stuffy nose or the warm bedsheet and blanket that just came out of the dryer that I'll be using after a cold day out ☹️☹️

HIII NESS CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!! YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH LOVELY!! 🤲🏻🤍

and if I mayy, can I pls have 💕 + 💙 with iwa if that's alright? I have this picture in my head where iwa doesn't really like touching other's hands with his cause they're pretty calloused, but I just know he's the type to kiss his lover's knuckles so he makes an exception and AHHHH soft iwa always gets me

but anyway CONGRATS AGAINNN!! ILYSM AND TY IF U DECIDE TO DO THIS<3

knuckles & callouses. | iwaizumi h.

iwaizumi x f! reader

written in 2nd person

prompts from 1k followers event: 💕 -> childhood friends &💙 -> "i like the way your hand fits in mine"

"yeah i'll do everything / just let you know / all the reasons why / i'm never gonna let you go <3" from never gonna let you go by stevie dinner

word count: 1k words

notes: fluff!! this was cute to write because i have a lot of callouses on my hands from how frequently i climb ladders (catwalk monkey things </3). iwa’s definitely one of those guys who would've fallen victim to that “my hands look like this so her’s can look like this” trend years ago <3 thank you so much for requesting frans!!! i hope you enjoy this and your idea was ADORABLE

ALSO if you like this...you should totally check out @eggyrocks... who has a kuroo smau CALLED calloused hands which i thought about the entire time i was writing this AND THEY ALSO HAVE MANY MANY BANGER IWA FICS

"the conversation between your fingers and someone else's skin... this is the most important discussion you can ever have."

hajime always has a hand on you. whether it’s an arm around your waist or shoulder keeping you close, or a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting down. he likes to always be in contact with you in some way, making sure you’re still there. but despite that, no matter what, he never lets you hold his hand. whenever you reached for it, he always subtly moved it out of the way just in time. he’d casually lift it from his side where you were moving to hold it and play it off by brushing a stray piece of your hair back, giving you an innocent smile as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

“haji,” you pout one day, fed up with his avoidant habit. “you can’t constantly remind me to put lotion on my hands to keep them from drying out and then not let me hold your hands because you think they’re rough.”

“what are you gonna do about it?” he smiles, amused by your complaint. as if just to make his point clear, he brings your hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on your knuckles. he’s always taking care of you, telling you he’s happy just loving on you and needs nothing else, but that’s not enough for you.

“this,” you retort, grabbing his hand between both of yours, kissing his own knuckles. he can act snarky towards you, you’ll just act the same way back.

out of habit, he tries to pull his hand out of your grip, but you won’t let him. “y/n–”

“no, haji,” you cut him off, looking him straight in the eyes, “i want to hold your hand. i want to love on you the same way you love on me, the way you have since we were kids. and we used to hold hands all the time back then, when your hands were still soft.”

he averts his eyes, and you see the way his jaw tightens at the mention of your shared childhood, “that’s why i don’t want you to touch them–”

“i’m not done yet,” you hush him, placing a finger to his lips, “i miss hold your hands, hajime. i don’t care if they’re rough or calloused or whatever you want to call them. as much as you and your manly little head like to believe that me touching your hands is the end of the world, it’s not. do you wanna know what i think about your calloused hands?”

he blinks for a second, as if he’s seriously considering if he wants to know. his teasing demeanor has completely given away to a nervous, embarrassed one as he mumbles out a small, “...what?”

“i think they’re beautiful just the way you are,” you say, giving him a smile as you turn his hand over in your own, running your thumbs along the hills of his knuckles before you kiss them again, the way he's kissed yours so many times. “i think they show how hard you’ve worked,” you say, holding up his right hand so that you can both see it. you point out the bump on the left side of his middle finger, “i like this callus. do you remember what you told me? you said you developed it when we wrote letters to each other while you were traveling for your internship. you were complaining so much, saying ‘i’ve never had to write this much in my life! blah blah blah, i have another callus…’ do you know what that meant to me? that you were writing so much to me that you developed a callus? i loved reading your long letters, i was so happy that you wrote so much—that you didn’t leave out any details even if it tired out your hand. as much as you may hate how it looks, i like it. it’s like i’m always with you now.” 

you kiss his hand and he presses his lips into a thin line. he’s trying to hold himself back from agreeing with you, but two can play that game. there's a reason you both have stuck around each other since you were kids. “i like the way your fingers are uneven from volleyball. they show how dedicated you were to it, that even when you tore a tendon in one of them, you kept playing because you were so bent on winning. i like the way your hand fits in mine, and the way that i can feel each and every single one of your calluses whenever i hold them. i like the stories behind each one.”

“...you’re a sappy work of art, you know that?” he says after a short pause, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

“oh whatever,” you roll your eyes, intertwining your hand with his. and he lets you. “i can see your cheeks are red. did i get through to you?”

“maybe,” he mumbles, looking away.

“does this mean i get to hold your hands more often?” you tease with a smile, squeezing his hand. he squeezes it back three times, giving you a silent ‘i love you.’ 

“i guess,” he shrugs, slightly pursing his lips, “but don’t complain if they get sweaty, or rougher in the winter.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” you laugh, lowering your intertwined hands so you can step closer, standing on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “and now you can’t complain if i won’t let go of your hands. you’ve given me permission to hold them and i have lost time to make up for, mr. macho man with the calloused hands.”

he gives you an exasperated sigh, telling you that you've won. you give him a smug smile as he lifts up your hand to kiss the top of it, “as long as your pretty hands stay the way they are, that’s all that really matters. i’ll keep working hard. and if you truly feel that way about my hands, you can do whatever you want with them. i'm all yours.”

[puppy-darling]

Also talking about the sex after/during is not only hot as hell but suchhh a good way to let someone know what they did well so they can do it more!!! I love talking about sex!!! I love to give people praise ofc and that's certainly related but I suspect there may be a connection between me gushing about how XYZ was sooo hot and someone doing XYZ to me more!!!

[berrymeter]

mind u i have to be up in like 5 hours so im a little fucked bc i need 8 hours of sleep to function proper but like its fine. (no)

[elysianightsss]

No because girl you NEEDDDDDD to elaborate on this -> Soulmate AU. Poly!141 x neurodivergent!reader <- I will die happily

Elaboratingggggggg🤭🫠

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You didn’t think that you’d get this far in life, many reasons spring to mind but the main one is you’re a little different than most people. You can’t cope with certain things and struggle with change. You remember growing up your family would brush off your ‘issues’ and say to just deal with it. How little they understood you.

Moving out was the best decision you ever made, the only change you have ever been happy about. It was necessary and would make your life so much easier on a level only you could understand. You could set up your space the way you like it, the way you need it. And with just you, no one would mess with your stuff just to see you loose it as it was ‘funny’ or move things to suit them better.

This way, you could live in peace.

Task force 141 had just finished a successful mission, camping out in one of the many secret safe houses as they waited for further instructions when they had sent Johnny to the shop for supplies. That’s where he saw you, in a Sainsbury’s supermarket of all places, headphones tight over your ears to block out the world while you tried to decide if the extra two, ninety-nine was worth it or not for the soothing lavender face mask you wanted.

Johnny was quick to subtly snap a picture of you and even go as far as to follow you home before bolting it back to the guys to tell them he’d finally found you. Their last soulmate.

As soon as Johnny showed them the image of you, that was it for them. They had to have you. A burning need coursing through their veins, pumping around their bodies. Nothing would ever be enough until they had you in their arms.

But as said and as they observed themselves, you don’t cope with change.

So they had to situate themselves into your life slowly, one by one.

Johnny and Simon moved in next door to you, and lived there for seven months slowly getting to know you and obviously spying on you. They gradually began to understand you and your cute quirks. They know that you eat the same thing for dinner every night, you use the same plate or bowl and wash it straight after use to make sure it is ready for next time.

You have one set of cutlery, one glass and one mug. Two pillows though you only sleep on one and use the other to hug to sleep. And to top it all off you have one recliner chair and one massive beanbag chair that makes you feel like you’re being hugged tight each time you sit on it. It gives you the deep pressure therapy you desperately need at times.

The guys found your habits strange at first but the more time they spent with you, the more they began to understand you. Understand your need for order, for repetition. And they had experienced first hand what happens when change was forced into your safe space.

Johnny had the bright idea to gift you a set of cutlery a few weeks ago so when he and Simon came round for dinner as they did every Thursday for the past four months, they didn’t have to bring cutlery and plates from their own place, it would already be there.

Simon said it was a bad idea but he couldn’t say no to Johnny, not with how happy he looked while he picked out some pretty baby blue plates and silver cutlery with little mushrooms painted at the end. He boasted to Simon about how much you’d love them while they stood in the queue to pay.

He was wrong.

After dinner was cooked you plated up the food no problem thinking the pretty plates were from their house. Then you opened the kitchen drawer only to hear the clutter and smash of cutlery rubbing together. The sound made a ringing pierce your ears, your hands reaching up to cover them. It was like nails on a chalkboard to you. The sound you heard making you panic beyond measure, your breathing out of control as you slid to your knees.

Johnny’s smile dropped and he sprung into action using the deep pressure therapy you had told him about with your beanbag chair. Simon was quick to removed the extra plates and cutlery from where Johnny had put them and take them back to their place before returning ready to help. He knew he’d need to call John and let him know you had had an episode, but helping you came first.

So you liked constant repetition. If it made you happy, that was absolutely fine with them.

Kyle got himself hired as a barista at your favourite cafe, he learned your usual and practiced at home to make sure every morning when you stopped by on the way to work to drink your coffee and sit with your laptop for twenty minutes, you’d have the perfect drink. He made absolutely sure that it tasted the same every single time. No change.

After a couple of months of smiles and waves here and there he finally got you to open up. Baby steps. A little at a time and now Kyle was taking his twenty minute break at your table while you typed up something for work. You always worked so hard. But he managed to get a few sentences out of you each time and it made his heart sing.

And last but not least, John became your new boss after your last one mysteriously got caught for money laundering. Mr Price was an amazing boss, he didn’t ask for much and was always giving you big opportunities that you’d only ever dreamed of. You had been promoted twice since he became the CEO.

You were now executive editor under him as the chief editor at one of the best publishers in the country. Pirons Classics, number two in the UK and number four in the World. To say the guys were proud that you worked there in the first place was an understatement. Their smart girl.

He called you sweet nicknames and brought you lunch everyday. The same thing, a pesto and cheese sandwich and a snack of your choosing from the vending machines. You don’t remember when it started but you were always too shy to say anything so it became a regular thing.

If you were to sit and think real hard about the situation you would realise how changes had been introduced into your life ever since the four of them appeared. But they were subtle changes and you genuinely couldn’t remember a time when these changes weren’t normal. On top of that, these four men were the only people besides yourself, that you felt comfortable, relaxed and content around.

So for the first time you don’t sit and think, for the first time you just let it happen and you don’t notice the difference.

Johnny and Simon were more involved with you than the other two. They were the closest to you currently with the status of your best friends which Johnny most certainly bragged to the other two about. You had known them for almost a year now and they didn’t exactly hide their romantic relationship but didn’t exactly flaunt it either.

You had found it kinda hot when you saw them kiss and even though it was unusual for you, you luckily managed to keep your mouth shut about it.

You had no idea they had noticed.

[eddiegettingshot]

i’m sooooo curious about what’s going to happen with buck’s freak ass. because the thing is that i actually don’t know how much he’s going to internalize the specifics of what tommy said to him. there’s a lot of emphasis for us on the first/last thing but the actual point of why tommy dumped buck is because buck HIMSELF was clearly preparing to attach his whole identity and self to the “transformative” experience tommy was able to “give” him because of his difficult troubled pre-glee past. like buck was being objectively fucking bonkers!!! he WAS acting like someone who hadn’t figured anything out about his actual wants!! it’s delicious because buck did, in this particular relationship, need tommy to tell him how he was feeling, but the fact that tommy was willing to do that (again) in itself indicates that they were never right for each other. i just needddddd to know what buck does with this that leads him to actually self-reflecting… and i need to know what buck does with this that leads him to eddie… and i need to know how he will react to his eddielization… buck you crazygirl…

[tonixe]

so I needddddd a randy meeks x reader where Randy records reader when they fuck and billy or stu is at his house and finds the tapes the rest is up to you pls and thank you—🧸🫧

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n.o.t.e.s - There should be more randy fics tbh. Lowkey, thank you for requesting this. 💗 Im fully going to open requests next week <3

w.a.r.n - unprotected sex, penetration, p in the v, sex tape, dub-con, oral sex (m receiving), Randy is a virgin.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Randy Meeks x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.3k

"Randy~" you whined, laying down on his bed wearing nothing but his oversized shirt and your f/c panties. You tilted your head to the side as he approached you.

"What?" he muttered under his breath, going back to searching for a movie to watch in his drawer. "Im bored" You turned our body to him and slightly got up from his bed.

He made a victory noise as he grabbed ahold of two horror movies in his hand, shaking them to you. "Hellraiser or Carrie," he smiled before opening the DVD player.

"What about..Body double?" you said, holding it up.

"That's basically porn in a movie," Randy said, turning to you. "I know, I just want to watch something that eventful, you know." you pointed at him. Randy cocked his eyebrows at you.

"What about..Sleepaway camp?"

"Let's do something better" You got up from the bed, slowly massaging his shoulder, kissing his neck, and pressing your bare chest on his back.

"Instead of watching it, let's record it," you whispered to his ear before you lowered your hands toward his crotch.

"What are you doing, Y/N" he steps and turns around to look at you, "just being entertain, besides what the harm I'm in that" you cocked your head at him, teasing him.

"I have to stay a virgin, people who have sex always die in the end" Randy exclaimed at you, "really, but what if" you walked up near him, lifting your shirt and throwing it on the floor, "Nobody has to know, we can record our little horror movie, while you fuc my guts" you whispered to him.

His face turning brightly red, before accident looking at your cheat, before he look away covering his eyes.

"What the hell, Y/N" he yelled,

"Come on, Randy your acting like you never seen me naked before" you sighed, "besides you can't be a virgin forever, ran~" you whispered, slowly kissing his neck and gently biting his ear.

You glanced down at his pant, seeing that your attempts were working, "your hard" you said, gently taking his face.

His face is still red, "Come on, babe" you said, looking at him while battering your eyelashes. Randy didn't think of losing his virginity he would lose it to you, he muttered a yes under his breath.

"You'll never forget this, I promise" You backed away from him, you took out a tripod, setting up near his bed randy to his surprise.

"You brought a fucking tripod, Y/N" he exclaimed, biting his lip.

"I was hoping you would say yes, just something to keep if I'm not here" You winked at him, before hitting record on it.

"Lay down" you ordered Randy before you got down on your knee before him, looking up at him, "You ready" you smiled at him.

"S-sure" he muttered out.

The sound of you unzipping his pants made randy sweat, before you threw his pant to the side, taking off his boxers, revealing his hard dick, with a red tip.

"God, Randy I didn't know you were hiring this from me" before you took your hand to pump it.

"F-fuck" he stutters out, he argued his back, hiding his face from you. "Don't be shy, ran~" you teased before taking his length laying the tip. On your tongue, licking it.

Sinful noises came out from Randy's mouth, before you took his fick into your mouth, you lifted your attention to randy red face.

"Damn it, Y/N" he moaned out.

You pushed your mouth further down his length,. gagging on it a little before going down and back. Before you felt randy's hand forcing your head down on hiss pelvis, gagging you. Tears pricking up on your lashes, before looking at randy.

He face fucked you before he spilled his cum down your throat. You took his dick to open your mouth, wiping your saliva off your face, "Damn, Randy I never knew you could do that" you said, giving him a little smile, before discarding your panties. "Sorry" he responded, before you got on top of him.

"It's okay, I love this side of you" before you lifted his shirt, surprisingly showing his tamed muscles. "Ready" you whispered, giving a little glance to the still-recording camera, you blinked your long lashes at him.

You held his shoulder before lowering yourself to his length, the sharp pain. You heard a moan from randy, as he gently gripped your waist. As you got adjusted to his large size.

"Fuck Randy, your huge" you whispered, already feeling full.

"F-fuck" Randy stuttered out, looking at you his eyes filled with lust, "just move...please" Randy begged out, gripping your waist desperately.

You rolled your hips, lifting yourself and pressing yourself down slowly, his size ripping you apart. Biting your lip in pain.

Randy gripped on your waist digging into your waist, he groaned. "S-shit" you slowly ride him, you pelvis pressing into him

He threw in head back, groaning. Before he gripped your waist forcing you down, in a reckless pace.

You moaned out loud, your breast bouncing to the thrusting of his cock into you. You back arch, as closing your eyes.

You wall spasming around his cock, your tongue lolling out, with pleasure. His pelvis slammed into yours.

"F-fuck, Randy I-im close" you moaned,

"M-me too!" he groaned, before his pelvis slammed into yours, your boobs bouncing to the pace.

Before moaning out, wetting his cock. Randy slammed his waist into you one last time, "W-wait Randy-" you got cut off by him spilled himself into you, your cunt milking his cock.

You body trembles before getting off of Randy, falling onto him, trying to catch your breath, his did still inside you.

The camera still recording.

"Holy shit" Randy muttered, he turned his head toward you, "That was the best sex I ever had"

"It the only sex you ever had" you muttered before Randy got on top of you. "That was better than any movie" he exclaimed happily, his hand near your head, as he was on top you.

"I fucking love you, Y/N," he said; you gently grabbed his hand and caressed it, "I love you too, Randy," you whispered with a smile.

You towards the camera, "Randy," you rubbed his shoulders, "Let's call it the virgin night" you gave him a sinful smile, Randy looked at you with a smile before leading you into a make-out.

"Damn, Randy, how many movies do you even have" Stu yelled, turning his head toward Randy, Billy sitting over on the couch, laying his feet on the coffee table.

"There are never enough movies," Randy grabbed DVD from Stu, "Besides, it's the shining; it's a fucking classic," Randy exclaimed before placing it on the coffee table.

"If you say so dude" Stu responded, before Stu looked for a movie to watch, searching through Randy's movie collection. "What's this" Stu picked up, which caught Billy's attention, "The virgin night, never seen this before" Stu took out, the DVD.

"Probably wasn't released yet, Randy does work at the video store" Billy took his leg off the coffee table, as Stu sat down examing it, "Sounds like a porn movie" Billy muttered, looking at the DVD.

"Wanna watch it?" Stu asked.

"Sure,," Billy shrugged before Stu placed it into the DVD player, grabbing the remote, turning it on.

Not before long, they saw you naked laying there, before billy interrupted "Isn't that Y/N" he said in disbelief.

"No fucking way, that nerd actually did that" Stu looked at the screen, before Randy walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn, "Did you guys found a movie?" Randy asked

"Yea" Stu answered still looking at the screen.

"What is it?" before Randy sat down, with the bowl of popcorn.

"Your sex tape" Stu and Billy nonchantly responded.

"What.."

[peachdues]

Hi Peachhhhh!

FIRST OF ALL i LOVE your work and everytime I see your posts i always get excited. especially when it's abt twatm or compass, they have my heart. you put sm thought and dedication into them ❤️ and it's truely just amazing and so inspiring.

BUT GIRL I NEEDDDDDD a little post about what the hashira think about setsuna ishikuro and what she thinks about each of them. not with thr official kyn background that the other ones have, ik you're busyyyy. just a short post. it'll be so cute to see what sanemi thinks of his little tsuguko !

thanks again girly for all your work. coming home from a day of work and seeing your post, whether it's your actual work or just replying to people's comments, honestly puts a smile on my face.

Omg bestie hi!! This ask is so dangerous because it sent me down a HOLE!!

Read below the cut for Setsuna’s opinion of the other Hashira/their opinion of her! Enjoy!

HOW ISHIKURO SETSUNA VIEWS THE OTHER PILLARS

The Sound Pillar— smug face that would make good target practice for a fist. Still hasn’t learned to keep his mouth shut. Decent fighter. (Still on her shit list).

The Stone Pillar: I don’t know him that well, but I respect him and his strength.

The Insect Pillar: we’ve gotten closer since I became a Hashira, and I’m glad for it. She’s shrewd and insightful in many ways, but she can be a little aloof when it comes to matters of the heart. Hardworking and exceedingly clever. Stronger than she looks.

The Wind Pillar: I respect him now just as much as I did when he was my master. Our breathing styles just didn’t mix well, but that wasn’t his fault. He was a good teacher, and he was able to handle my rage better than anyone. I trust him the most. …. I feel flustered when he looks at me.

The Love Pillar: I adore her. A little over-indulgent as a teacher and we probably deserved to get in more trouble than we did, but she’s the very best among friends. She used her experiences developing love breathing to help me get control over Lunar Breathing. Her command over her sword is something to admire.

The Water Pillar: who?

The Flame Pillar: good natured and encouraging. I see where Mitsuri gets it from. Very honorable. He’s a man I would trust the most, after the Wind Pillar.

The Serpent Pillar: he keeps his distance but I believe it’s out of respect, and I’m grateful for it. He frequented the Love Pillar’s estate for meals quite often while I was there.

HOW THE OTHER HASHIRA VIEW ISHIKURO SETSUNA

The Sound Pillar: Flamboyant when she fights. Sharp-tongued. Looks like Shinazugawa when she scowls. I still stand by my earlier comment, though I won’t say it out loud anymore.

The Stone Pillar: remarkably more at ease than when she first joined the Corps. Her outward confidence tends to mask her shy and gentle heart. She returns the Wind Pillar’s strong feelings.

The Insect Pillar: she is still haunted by her past, but she smiles more easily now. I enjoy her company. She’s become a good friend.

The Wind Pillar: she’s grown into her role as the Lunar Hashira very well. We spar often. I look forward to our meetings. Still as stubborn as she was as a tsuguko, but her rebellious streak seems to have flamed out. I think time with the Love Pillar was good for her. Strong and capable, but I still worry for her. …. she looks good.

The Love Pillar: my dearest friend! The best tsuguko a girl could ask for! She was a fast learner and a total softie once her shell cracked! As beautiful as the moon, and I admire her deeply!

The Water Pillar: i haven’t talked to her much. She once forgot we’d already been introduced.

The Flame Pillar: a worthy heir to the lunar breath clan! Powerful with her techniques and her weapon is magnificent!

The Serpent Pillar: I tend to stay away because of what the Wind Pillar said, but she’s quite strong and seems to have progressed well under the Love Pillar. She has my respect.

BONUS!

The Stone Pillar on the Wind Pillar, Sanemi Shinazugawa: He possesses a strong will and is honest at heart. He’s a bashful person. He is in love with the Lunar Pillar.

Thank you so much for your kind ask!! I enjoyed this so much omg

[quietwingsinthesky]

y'know i'm still thinking about vampire rose from all those months ago and i needddddd to draw her with reflective cats eyes mimicking the time vortex for bad wolf. i need it to exist so so bad. but i have so many things to do and draw tell me how bad you want me to shove this higher up the list

uhm. i think you draw what makes you happiest and eventually vampire!rose gets made if vampire!rose gets made. the time will pass anyway and all that lol.

[grossillygirl]

Id love to be with you right now, groping and fondling those tits while you sit on my lap, my cock is poking your butt. Id playfully slip a finger in your panties while giving you neck kisses and praising what a beautiful little fuckdoll you are. Each time you answer a dirty ask the sluttiest way my hand will rub you faster to reward you for being such a good porn slut foot older tumblr men… but no cumming ofc, only i get to cum and paint your pretty lips white, getting you only more desperate to feel it in, all the way in and pumping directly in your needy holes

This is probably the hottest thing ever. I hate edging myself cus i get overly frustrated and impatient but someone else edging me😫 omgg its so HOT I NEEDDDDDD AND LASO CUMMING OB MY LIPS UGVHHHVB

[sampilled]

Literally needddddd to listen to the true crime podcasts in the spn universe

I need to know how many crimes they have been linked to and what people think about them

[nsharks]

OKAY TRUE GHOST WOULD GET JEALOUS

Wait so is there maybe a little part of ghosts brain that's just like "mine" with us? 👀 cause I need jealous ghost in my life I needddddd

Ghost calling Twix “mine” and her being like ????? wait what when

[notapradagurl7]

Ahhh, a masterpiece is what I read. Can we let Terry back in the house and raise the new baby?? I'll be good😭

Because I needddddd himm right now ughhh

Girrrlll a thought if you will but Terry Richmond the idea of a breeding kink with him. A thought that randomly popped into my unhinged brain for him. Cause GIRL! He’s already toxic in bed and just add that to the mix.

A/N: You sneakin a peek at my drafts????

I Swear I'll Never Leave

Pairing: Toxic Baby Daddy!Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, angst if you squint, fingering (fem receiving), teasing, size kink, dirty talk, mean Terry, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, manhandling, persuasion through the power of dick, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: See Ask. When Terry comes to pick up your daughter, you can’t help picking a fight with him. He sends your daughter outside to wait with Mike while he makes sure you understand a few things.

Word Count: 4,909k

AO3 Link

A/N: WHEW. I hope this lives up to the hype. This is close to the daydream I had. Ya'll know how hard it is to match it perfectly lol. This hurt ME so I hope you enjoy. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Loud banging on the metal door tore your attention away from your Kindle. You groaned and looked at the time on your alarm clock. It was past two. One of your biggest pet peeves about your baby daddy was that he was annoyingly on time. You were not.

You groaned and got up from bed, picking up the pace once you heard your daughter, Cadence, hopping up and down on your hardwood floors. “Daddy’s here! Daddy’s here!” She giggled, hopping in a circle outside of your room.

“Yes, baby, I heard him,” you said, hunting for your robe. You were only in a giant red sleep shirt while you waited for laundry to get done. The banging continued and you took your precious time finding said robe. That man would just have to wait. 

“Mommy, he’s hereeeee,” Cadence sang, bouncing on the balls of her little feet. 

“Yes, baby, I know. What did we say about patience?” You asked, grabbing your robe from your chair and putting it on. It was actually an old one of Terry’s that was soft and reminded you of him. 

Cadence sighed and stuck out her bottom lip. She looked down and sighed again. “Sometimes we have to wait for what we want,” she said, her voice sounding the complete opposite from what it was before. 

You chuckled and tapped her nose. “Alright now. Go get your things and I’ll let your daddy in, okay?” You asked.

Cadence’s smile returned full force, lighting up her face that looked so much like Terry. Like he spat the baby out and you just carried her. It was honestly disrespectful. Terry banged on the door once more, getting louder and more annoying with it.

You huffed and walked to the front of the house, opening the wooden door. “Can you stop banging on my door like you the police?” You asked. 

Terry chuckled and scratched at his beard. The stubble made him look more rugged and you fought a shiver as you took in the rest of him. He wore black sweats and a matching black tank top molded to his body. 

Tank tops were made for someone like him. Someone so chiseled and well defined. He still kept up his training, still made sure to spend hours in the gym keeping up his physique. It was annoying as hell. Like why couldn’t he let himself go? Couldn’t he make it easier to leave him alone? 

“If you just gave me a key…” Terry said, leaning against the metal door. His gorgeousness was disrupted by the metal screen and you took a deep breath. Facing Terry was like coming into contact with the divine. He was far from a saint, but he was so damn pretty. 

“Nice try. Can’t have you walking in if I have company,” you said, opening the door, finally. Terry’s ever changing eyes watched your every movement. He smiled once you were revealed and you tightened the string on the robe. 

“If you miss me, just say that,” he said, his eyes going lower and lower. You crossed your legs and your arms, communicating to him that you were closed for business. 

“I’m doing mighty fine without you, thank you,” you said. You looked behind you. For all her excitement, what the hell was taking Cadence so long? 

“Mhm,” Terry hummed, smirk curling his lips. You ignored him, tapping your foot on the ground. 

“It’s been four months. When are you gonna let me back in?” Terry moved to take up the entire door frame with his height and size. He wore a do-rag on his head, the ends tucked in. Dressed in all black as he was, he may as well have been a giant red flag.

“How about…October 32nd?” You asked, grinning at him. 

Terry chuckled. “That’s not what you said last time,” he said. 

“I was drunk last time. I would’ve said anything to get off,” you said, just as Cadence came flying through the living room.

“Dadddddyyyyyyyy!” She screamed and launched herself at him. He bent down at the last minute and caught her, giving her a giant hug and swinging her from side to side. 

“How is my little baby?” He asked. He hefted Cadence onto his hip and looked up at her. The grin on her face. You smiled and took out your phone to capture a photo of the both of them. Terry hung the moon as far as your daughter was concerned. As long as he remained a good father, you weren’t going to stand in the way of that. 

She was old enough to realize that daddy was no longer at home with her, but young enough to not fully realize why. You didn’t have the words to explain to her that you loved Terry, but you couldn’t be in the same room with him without wanting to commit bloody murder. 

 Cadence chattered away, telling Terry everything he missed since the last time he saw her. He listened to everything, casting glances at you. You shared a smile with him, admiring this beautiful, creative daughter you made together. 

“I can’t wait to hear more, baby, but I need to talk to mommy. Go play with Uncle Mike until we’re done,” he said.

“We don’t have to talk,” you said. If he went on and left, you could enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend doing absolutely fucking nothing. After laundry and the dishes, you planned on relaxing tonight. You just needed to decide on which type of alcohol to accompany you. 

Terry flicked his eyes to you and raised an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes. The fuck does he want? 

Cadence pouted as Terry put her down but she saw Mike leaning against Terry’s truck. He waved to you and you returned it, watching Cadence run into his arms with the same force she did for Terry. Mike scooped her up and gave her a big hug, tickling her. 

Terry stepped into the house like he owned it. Sure, both of your names were on the deed, but that didn’t mean shit. “Hey!” You called after him and then closed the door. 

Terry looked around and you spread your arms, following behind him. “What the hell are you doing?” You asked. 

Terry checked the living room and then turned back to you with a smirk on his lips. He approached you and you backed away. You realized what he was doing and then stopped, held your ground. Terry encroached into your personal space, looking down his wide nose at you. 

“I know you miss me,” he said. 

You laughed and shook your head. “The fuck make you think that?” You asked and crossed your arms. 

“You pick fights when you need some dick,” he said.

You sputtered as your brain stalled. You wanted to yell at him, curse him, and kick his ass out of your house. But your body was a traitor. You flushed with heat and you grew wet between your legs. 

Fuck. Tequila it was tonight as you threw on a good porno and got yourself off. You had been feeling restless lately, feeling like you wanted to chew through bricks if it meant getting some relief. Ovulation week was horrible. Nothing but dick on the brain and how soon you could get some. How he knew that was a damn mystery, but you tightened the belt on the robe to the point of pain and then re-crossed your arms. 

“That’s not true,” you said. 

Terry advanced on you, pushing you backwards with a few fingers on your tummy. Your back hit the door frame separating the front room from the hallway. Once he had you where he wanted, he pulled at the robe you had on. Your thighs tingled and he opened the robe to reveal your sleep shirt. 

“Laundry day?” He asked.

“How the fu–”

Terry leaned down and brought his lips to yours. He stopped just before contact and you smelled the fresh mint on his breath. “Don’t you know by now that I notice everything about you?” He asked. 

He curled a finger under your chin and lifted it until you looked into the deep pool of his eyes. His thumb stroked your chin and your pussy felt it. It throbbed and the wetness got worse. 

You licked your lips and huffed, giving him a shrug. “I don’t need any help, thank you,” you said. You pushed at his shoulder but he didn’t budge. Didn’t even pretend to. You sighed and tried a different tactic. “Cadence has been looking forward to today for a while. You shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

Terry’s smile was slow and near animalistic. “Speaking of, isn’t it time for us to have another?” He asked. 

You burst with laughter, the force of it stealing your breath. You shook your head and looked at him. His eyes were trained on you, tracking everything, before you burst into laughter once more. You wiped the corners of your eyes and shook your head. “Fuck no,” you said. 

“You sure? Remember how much fun we had making Cadence?” He asked. He kissed the corner of your mouth and then moved his hand from your chin, down around your breast, and then further down to your stomach.

He flattened his big hand across your tummy, giving it a squeeze. His palm was warm, seeping through your shirt. If you had on panties, they’d be ruined by now. You were too turned on. Too flushed with heat. Too down bad to continue even the smallest torture. And he knew it. 

He hummed as he sighed with satisfaction, like he just confirmed something he had been questioning. He blinked and that turned you on. That’s how you knew you were fucked. “Let’s make a son,” he said.

“So I can go through pregnancy alone? Again?” You asked. 

Terry winced and you immediately felt bad. That was below the belt. You sighed and leaned away from him, pushing at his hand. “This is why we don’t work,” you whispered. Terry made you bring your claws out. Wanting to hurt him. And that wasn’t what relationships were about. You shouldn’t want to hurt the love of your life. 

Terry kept his hand on your belly and brought his other hand to cup your cheek. “I know I fucked up. But we do work well together,” he said. 

“You didn’t! I was…” You groaned and threw up your hands. Once more, you tried to fight him. To move. To get out from under his influence. He was your worst drug of choice and you were too weak to stay away. Too weak to walk away. 

Terry stayed in place. He kept his hand cupped to your cheek, holding you in place, and moved his other hand from your stomach down to the edge of your shirt. You gasped as he lifted it, inch by slow, torturous inch, and then skated his fingers along the crease between your thigh and pelvis. His rough fingers felt too good and you leaned into it before catching yourself. 

Terry hummed as he moved his fingers between your legs, seeking between your damp curls, and then wiggling between your pussy lips. You hissed and held onto his shoulders, dug your nails in. 

Terry kissed your cheek. “This is why we work well together. The way you respond…you can’t fake that,” he said. He brought his forehead to the side of yours, fingers starting to play with your essence. He always stopped before he got too close to your clit. 

“We can’t build something on a foundation of sex, Terry,” you said.

“That isn’t our foundation. We still love each other. We’re still in love with each other,” he said, his deep voice was like a physical caress on your body. You felt it along the curves of your hips and the dip between your thighs. You spread your legs wider, giving him more access. 

Your skin felt like it was going to burn to a crisp. You sunk your nails into his shoulders and Terry groaned, rolling his hips forward. You looked down and saw the tent he pitched in his sweats, giving you a nice outline of his dick. His glorious, beautiful dick.

Your thoughts turned fuzzy as he continued to tease you. He’d definitely hit that spot. That deep spot inside that only he could reach. You were pretty sure he created that spot just for him, knowing damn well no other man would compare to his size. Compared to the way he took care of you in the bedroom.

Combined with your hormones going haywire, your knees grew weaker. Your clit throbbed as his questing fingers grew closer and you whimpered as he moved away, swirling figure eight’s with your essence. 

“Let me cum,” you whispered, moving your hips to chase after his fingers. 

“Let me back in the house,” he countered. You sighed and rubbed your head against his.

“Terry…” You said. 

He called your name and then moved his fingers to your entrance. You gasped and he lifted your chin. He pulled back to look into your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy, drooping on a mix of ovulation and lust. 

You were leaving half moons in his skin from your nails. You relaxed and rubbed the pain away. It gave you something to focus on other than his beautiful hands playing you like a damn fiddle. 

Terry pushed his middle finger into your pussy and you moaned, loudly, lewdly, mouth falling open and closed. You wanted to make another sound but fuck if you knew what it would be. 

“How long has it been since last time? Since I was playing in this pussy?” Terry asked. He stepped closer. You brought your leg up to rub against his thigh. It opened you up further for him to pump his thick finger in and out of you. 

In no time, he had you moaning and biting your lip. You were so close…almost there…and…Terry pulled his finger out. You groaned and looked at him. He smirked while he brought his finger to his mouth and suckled. 

“Get that sexy ass on our bed,” Terry said. He moved back slowly so you’d have a chance to lower your leg. 

You whined and stomped your foot. Terry tilted his head. You sighed and moved away from him, marching your ass to the bed. “This is the last time, Terry,” you said over your shoulder. Out from underneath him, clarity returned to your brain. 

You were saying yes for you. You were saying yes because you deserved it. You were saying yes because fuck, it’d been two weeks since he blew your back out and you needed that same loving to get you through the next two weeks. 

In two weeks, you’d be stronger. You’d be able to resist him. You’d be able to look across the threshold at him, picking up your daughter, and not feel that tug towards him. That glimpse into the man you fell in love with before he went into the service. You’d remain unaffected and in control.

Tonight, you were just ready to turn your brain off. Ready to fuck him like you missed him and then let him go after. You walked into your bedroom and moved your Kindle to the nightstand. Terry’s heavy footfalls sounded behind you, matching the beat of your erratic heart. 

“You said that last time,” he said. 

You smoothed out the comforter, in your favorite color, and rolled your eyes. “And I meant it. I mean it now,” you said.

Terry chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. And you’ll mean it next time?” He asked. 

Terry opened the cabinet in your hallway and took out a towel. You lifted your eyes at him. “Someone’s a little confident,” you said. 

“It’s cute when you try to act tough. Like you not drooling over this dick,” he said. He entered the room and took a look around. You wondered if he was comparing things to the last time he was here. Cadence was away at a sleepover and you broke down and asked him to come over to handle the heat between your thighs. 

“Drooling?” You asked and laughed. “If you desperate for this kitty, just say that.” 

“I’m desperate for it,” he said, flicking his warm eyes towards you. You snapped your mouth shut and stared while he laid the towel down on the edge of the bed. He finished and then crossed the room to you.

“You can pretend all you want, but if you didn’t want me? You wouldn’t have worn this,” he said and pulled off the robe. He balled it up and then tossed it to the chair where it usually resided. You licked your lips for lack of a better response. Because…fair.

“And, you would have put on some panties. Some pants,” he said. He lifted your shirt off in one rough yank and you gasped. Terry hummed and looked you up and down. “And you definitely wouldn’t have answered the door like this. Since you did, that can only mean you need me.”

“Need is such a big word,” you said. 

Terry slipped his fingers into your hair and pulled. You moaned and closed your eyes. He walked with you like that, fist full of your hair, to the edge of the bed. He made you climb on the foot of the bed and once in position, he moved you to face the corner of your room. 

The floor mirror showed your reflection, hair pulled up and away in Terry’s hand. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You absolutely missed this. Missed the way he looked at you like he couldn’t breathe without your smile in his life. Your body naturally bent forward, sticking your ass higher.

Terry locked eyes with you in the mirror. “Need is a very big word,” he said. He smacked your ass and moaned in the back of his throat. 

The pain in your ass blossomed, radiated with fire. Terry delivered a few more smacks. Each one stung worse than the last, but you started to look forward to his smacks. You lifted your ass higher, meeting his hand. Your pussy dripped with your essence. You moaned, pussy clenching as you looked at the focus on his face. The determination. 

His mouth was twisted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he painted your ass with his hand. You started to shake, started to tremble, before he stopped and smoothed his hand down your ass. 

You hissed and moaned, pushing your ass into his hand. Terry yanked on your hair and you groaned as you lifted off of the bed. 

“Look at me,” he ordered. You found his eyes in the mirror. He smiled as he lowered his sweats and then plunged inside of you in one rough thrust. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you gasped. Terry’s smirk grew wider. He held firm to your hair, pulling to the point of pain, while he kept himself buried to the hilt. Your nails dug into the sheets, pulled at the covers.

“Look so fuckin’ gorgeous takin’ dick,” he said. 

Your fist pounded feebly on the bed. You couldn’t move unless he willed it. You could only look at the satisfaction on his face. “Condom,” you choked out. 

“We don’t need one, do we?” He asked. He pulled out and then pushed back in. You felt every inch of him. Every long, beautiful inch of his dick sliding against your wet walls. 

Now was not the right time for another baby. You finally felt like you had a handle on Cadence. And she was plenty to handle on a good day. “She won’t forgive us for another baby,” you said, trying to come up for a good reason not to let him bathe your insides. At the moment, everything was coming up short. He and your body were working against your higher functioning. Breaking you down to the basest drive to fuck and make babies. 

Terry pushed in and out of you a few more times, letting your essence coat his dick. “She’ll forgive us,” he said and sped up, slamming his hips into yours. He tightened his hold on your hair, pulling your neck to the side so he could lean down and lick. 

You moaned and shivered, a tingle spreading throughout your body. He stroked, moving his hips, and hitting it just like you needed it. 

“Look how sexy you look,” he said. He pulled your hair and made you lift your face to the mirror. You saw your mouth dropped open, eyes at half mast, ass in the air. Terry hovered on top of you, muscles bunching and flexing beneath his effort. 

“Fuck, Terry, fuck, fuck,” you moaned. Your body raced towards an orgasm. There was no teasing, no playing coy or shy. There was just the feel of him inside of you. Where he belonged. Where he needed to be. You came in no time, embarrassingly easy, and you screamed your release. 

Terry kissed and licked your neck and ear, moaning. His breaths fanned across your neck, right where he licked, and it raised goosebumps on your flesh. 

“Missed this pussy. Missed the way you ride me,” he moaned. 

“Shh, you talk too damn much,” you said, waving him away. One orgasm only fed the next one, making your thighs shake on him. His thighs hit your ass, creating a perfect, rhythmic smack that was seriously turning you on. 

Terry yanked on your hair until you brought your hands up to clutch at his hand. You were on your knees, chest poked out, hissing with pain. Your pussy clenched around his dick, unable to hide how much it turned you on when he manhandled you. 

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to,” he said. He kissed your cheek and looked at you in the mirror.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry,” you said. You shook your head. 

Terry grinned, showing off that beautiful, devastating smile of his. He grabbed your titty, squeezed the fuck out of your sensitive nipple, and then started ramming in and out of you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you screamed. 

His dick speared you, slamming into your walls. Your very womb ached from his strokes. Wet, loud squelching filled the room. Terry moaned, cursing low and under his breath. Thank god for the towel. You were soaked. And you were flooding his dick with your essence, making you into a slip n’ slide. 

Terry groaned, getting lost in it, as he fucked you like a toy. “Takin’ me so well, you a professional, huh?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to speak. Unable to hear properly. He found that deep spot inside, practically kissing your cervix, dick hitting it with precision. You moaned, low and long. You squeezed the hand that held your hair and he ignored you. 

“Keep this up, you gon’ make me bust. That’s what you want, right?” He asked. 

You nodded. Fuck, yes, you wanted it. You needed it. You needed his cum inside of you. You wanted to be the only receptacle for his cum. If it wasn’t in his hand, you wanted it all over you and inside of you. You wanted, you wanted, you wanted.

“Words,” he said. Both of you grew damp with sweat. Bodies sliding against each other. Grabbing onto each other for dear life. As if the moment you let go, you’d fade away forever. You’d drown and lose yourself and he was your only tether to the real world. It came down to you connected to him. 

“I can’t,” you moaned. You weren’t going to last much longer. You were close again. So fuckin’ close that it hurt. Your tummy cramped, the need to cum overwhelming. You also didn’t want to give in. Didn’t want to concede.

“Admit you need me,” he said. 

“Terry, please,” you whined. Terry slowed down his strokes. “No, no, no!” 

Terry moved his hand from your titty to lay across your entire chest. He kept you upright with his arm, hand grabbing your other titty so he could roll your nipple between his fingers. You whined and cried, tears gathering in your eyes. “Please,” you whimpered.

“Say you miss me. Say you want this baby I’m finna give you,” he said. He locked eyes with you in the mirror. 

He saw everything. Saw the way you were sniffling and pleading with your eyes. You squeezed his hand that was still clutching your hair but he refused to move. His dick throbbed, still lodged inside you, and you wanted to collapse. This was too much for you. Too intense. 

“Terry,” you begged. 

Terry kissed your cheek, the space beneath your ear, and then licked the shell of your ear. “I need to hear it,” he said, his voice low. 

You closed your eyes as you retreated from the edge. You groaned as you could feel it going away.

“I need to hear that you crave this dick. That you get flashbacks, times when I hit it well. That you wake up in the middle of the night, burning, wanting to call me but knowing that if you do, it’s just one more step to me moving back in. Moving back in and taking care of you, of Cadence, of this baby,” he said. He couldn’t help moving a little, rocking you up and down his dick once.

“Fuck,” you moaned. Your pussy clenched around him and Terry groaned. 

“I know that pussy want it. Hear how she talkin’? What she trynna say to me?” He asked. 

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, voice breathy. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” 

“What’s she really saying?” He asked.

“I want that baby,” you moaned. Fuck, how could you not? How could you not want another tether to him? Another way to call him yours? 

Your problems were in the back of your mind. You were tired of sleeping in a cold bed. Tired of handling Cadence by yourself. Tired of doing this shit by yourself. You wanted your man at home. Wanted him deep in your pussy whenever the mood struck.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He started moving again, slamming his dick in and out of you. He moved his hand from your titties to your stomach, stopping to squeeze your belly. You moaned and he squeezed again. 

You loved when he did that. When he touched you possessively. Hungrily. Like there was too much skin for him to get to at once. Like he wanted it all, wanted every last inch of you there was to have. You matched his strokes, throwing it back on him. 

Terry groaned and moved his hands to your pussy, pushing past your pussy lips and stroking your clit. He rubbed furiously, flicking your clit, and you made incoherent sounds. Sputtered through moans, groans, and “oh my god, yes, please, nut in me, nut in meeeee, oueee.”

Terry growled in your ear and that sent you over. The raw need in his throat. You twitched and jerked, moaning, promising him however many babies he wanted. His chuckle was cut off by a groan as he stroked a few more times before cumming. 

He rammed one last time and kept you plugged up while he came and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted your inner walls and your brain turned to mush as he did so. His dick throbbed. Your pussy ached. A deep hole was filled by him. By this beautiful, messy, fucked up, toxic man you called the love of your life. 

“Fuuuck,” you twitched on his throbbing dick. He groaned as he huffed and recovered from his orgasm, pulling out to watch himself leak out. He spread your ass cheeks, gave it a smack, and then reentered you.

“Ouee, shit,” you moaned, thighs tingling. 

Terry chuckled and bottomed out, keeping himself there. “I think we just made a son, baby,” he said and pulled you into a kiss. Your neck ached in this position but fuck it. You wanted his sloppy, wet kisses. 

He kissed you sweetly as he moved his hand from your pussy to your stomach, massaging it. You giggled and tapped at his shoulder. “Really mu’fucker?” You asked. 

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips. “Just increasing our chances. Get this sexy, beautiful body in the shower. You gotta start taking care of the both of you,” he said. 

You laughed and pushed at his shoulder with yours. “You get on my nerves!” You said, disentangling his hand from your hair.

Terry moved, pushing his cum deeper inside with shallow strokes. You hissed and moaned, loving the feeling of him. “I’m gonna take Cadence out to the park. And then we’re gonna have dinner tonight and explain that Daddy’s moving back in,” he said. 

You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes. But you didn’t argue. “Yes, Daddy,” you moaned.

Terry pulled out and helped clean you up, taking the soaked towel off of the bed and throwing it in the laundry room. He fixed his outfit and you watched from the bed, sorry he hadn’t gotten naked as well.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back tonight fucking that attitude out of you,” he said.

You gasped and he chuckled, running out of the house before you could call him everything but a child of God. 

The end.

You know I can't keep this man off the brain! The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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[hiro-doodlez]

aaanyways i discovered one of my fav things ever but i need this whole ass story

so theres this quiet kid in school. and when i mean quiet i mean quiet, only ever talking if he's called on by a teacher or something. generally just seems like he doesnt really wanna be at school (me neither) but it just so happens since we're both pretty quiet we sometimes sit in the same area.

a day or 2 ago I was sitting with one of my friends, doing our normal fighting of me telling him to leave me alone and him just calling me racist like a thousand times (its his fav bit)

i dont even remember what we said but i know halfway through, the quiet kid fucking SMILED and i SAW IT. he TRIED TO HIDE IT but i KNEW. I HAVENT STOPPED THINKING ABOUT IT. FIRST TIME IVE EVER SEEN HIM SMILE MY HEART BROKE. since then ive been trying to crack more jokes because I NEEDDDDDD TO SEE HIM GIGGLE AND SMILE AGAIN PLEASEEEEEEEEE SOBBING

[f1nalboys]

reread the frank fic for the third time today .

hey so what if i ju (explodes into a million pieces of confetti)

IDNDJDNJE GIGGLINGGGG ur a godsend anon genuinely ily 😝😝😝😝 that’s what frank does to me fr like i needddddd him omg

[mangoposts]

i saw a tiktok of a girl talking about brands the triplets should collab with and she said matt should collab with vivienne westwood and as someone who is a WHORE for vivienne westwood i needddddd this to happen 😮‍💨

I love vivienne westwood she’s like my favourite designer ever (Maybe not) but i also have beef with their jewelry i bought a bracelet and it broke the very next day ??? What

But if this collab happened i’d never complain ever again