#X. kay speaks

[xoxochb]

“omg, that’s my man!” they say as their favorite character’s name appears on the page

[pocketsizedq]

Emily Engstler with a short girlie

teases you out of love like putting the bowls on a shelf that you cant reach.

hides the step stool from you so you would asked her for help

Tries to not laugh when you get mad as she thinks you look really cutesy when you mad

You gain the nickname feist chihuahua from her teammates because they witnessed you yelling at the coach from the bleachers for not putting her in

Pats you on the head when your doing anything

Anytime your bending over or anything she smacks you on the butt

“Sorry baby it was near my hand I had to”

She Giggles every time you wear her clothes as you look like a little kid trying on her dads clothes

Protects you any chance she gets

If you are bent over to grab something from a cabinet even if she’s talking to some one she will put her hand there so you don’t hit your head

Tell you all the time that you don’t have to wear heels if you don’t want to

Calls you “shawty”

holds the food that you asked her to grab out of your reach

“Come on ma you can grab it”

One time for a picture she lift up so you could dunk and it’s her Lock Screen now

She loves you with all of her heart and always teases you out of love

Taglist: @abbysbraids @hellorai @url0calwh0r3 @gingersmelody @girlokwhatever

[endereies]

ATTRIBUTES AND QUALITIES - MS - BLURB

Pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader

Contains: The details of Matt as your boyfriend, on and off camera

Requested?: yes by @bernardsbendystraws - Request

Author's notes: This shouldn't have taken me so very long to write but neither should almost everything on my platform

Word Count: 1692

╰┈➤ SFW

༊*·˚ You both tended to avoid social situations, this included date nights

You had fixed your dress one too many times for it to slip Matt's conscience. It was adorned with two perfectly symmetrical bows which lined the skin of your shoulders. They barely reached the built in corset line, covered in a soft silk. It was so barely blue to the point where you could only see it in the dim lighting of your room. Pleats curve at your hips and flow to your knees. It was clear how much you were smitten with the fabric. Matt watched you steal glances at the mannequin poised at the front window, hence his insisted purchase.

Delicate touches, traced your hips from behind and as much as you felt unease within the situation, you melted into his touch. "Hi pretty" His voice felt so pure against your neck and you couldn't help but giggle. A few peppered kisses later, he leant back to watch the reflection of you both in the full body mirror. Knitted material covered his arms, covering sections of his darker belt. That was wrapped round his light-wash jeans that became a staple in his wardrobe.

"Hey Matt" It was a timid voice that escaped your mouth, you hadn't meant for it to. It faded into the air but when you finally looked up you were met with Matt's gaze, falling heavily on you. He smiled against your neck, allowing his breath to tickle he skin.

"You don't want to go out tonight do you..?" Guilt filled you almost instantly. You were aware that he had made reservations at this fine dining place he pointed out one late-night drive. It was a high end place but the atmosphere was one to be appreciated. Yet tonight you were dreading it.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I know you booked this fancy place but I-" His fingers quickly silenced you as he pressed them against your lips. He dryly laughed and turned your chin to face him directly. "I was hoping you'd say that..I just want to watch movies alongside you. How'd you feel with that, love?"

You sighed deeply, letting yourself relax onto him. "I'd love nothing more."

༊*·˚ He loved to make you feel safe and loved whenever he could

The last few days had been filled with thunderstorms that stretched into every evening. Tonight was no different. Several hours had gone by and nothing showed signs of the storm easing up. Clouds remained dark and your window was covered in drops of rain that sped down the glass. It wasn't that you hated the way the clouds lit up to reveal the purple hues. It was the way the thunder clapped unexpectedly that made you tense. It was deafening and not even the steady hums of your playlist could block out the sounds.

You had given up the idea of sleep and simply attempted to sleep between the duvet and pillows of your bed. Bunches of fabric were huddled near your chest and practically covered your face.

"Baby? I'm home!" Finally Matt had come home from his filming session that got cut early from the rain. They all agreed it would be better to continue when sounds of water and lightning didn't fill the mic.

He wasn't oblivious to the way thunder made you uneasy, he had seen you more than once feel uncomfortable and refuse to relax. Although never this bad.

Once he was met with silence, you heard him wonder around the house. It wasn't long before he creaked open the bedroom door. You could see the way his expression softened thanks to the bursts of light outside.

"Are you okay..?" The answer was obvious when he saw stray tears lingering on your cheeks. Rustling was quickly caused by the shaking of your head, not trusting your voice to not let you down.

He caught on your feelings instantly and slid under whatever duvet you hadn't bundled at your chest. You felt his body slide next to yours, the warmth welcoming. A sudden crash of thunder echoed through the room. Matt would be lying if he said it didn't feel good when you immediately reached out for him with closed eyes.

"You're okay baby.." Reassuring words slipped past his lips as he caressed your hair gently. "I got you."

༊*·˚ He always managed to slip your name into a conversation

Tara had thrown one of her iconic parties and as per Matt's request, you were by his side. Finally meeting some people you had dreamed of seeing for years, it was safe to say you were happy.

The whole night you were beaming alongside Matt and his friends. Dressed in a light silver dress that has small glitters embedded in the fabric, Matt could watch the way you shined forever.

"Hey baby? I'm gonna go with Nick and see Tara for a moment. I'll be back" It was hard to suppress a chuckle as his brother pretended to gag at the pet name. "Go ahead y/n."

With the lack of vibrant lighting, he easily lost you in the crowd but once he turned around he caught the eye of Jake. "Matt, didn't think you would turn up if imma be honest." His eyes took in his outfit, carefully put together. Laying on his wrist was a bracelet that caught his eye. "Woah, nice bling. How much was that?"

"Oh, I'm not sure, my girl got it for me a few weeks ago. She asked if I could wear it to match her dress tonight." A knowing smile crossed Jakes's face and a slight laughed escaped his lips. "Ahh is that so."

༊*·˚ He hates the way you think so low of yourself and would always defend against any negative thoughts you had

You had been shopping around stores on one of the rare days that Matt had no work on. You had been invited out to an event with your friends so it only seemed fitting to find a specialized outfit.

He was patiently sat outside the fitting rooms with the assortment of bags surrounding his feet. He saw a figure walk out and when he finally lifted his eyes, his jaw dropped. You were wrapped in a gorgeous red fabric that was cinched at the left side of your body. It had laid gently across your mid thigh.

You opened the curtain and revealed your outfit to Matt. "Woah.."

"I know, I'm not really a fan of it, I mean.." Your words trailed off as you looked down towards your stomach and hips.

"What are you on about? I'm obsessed with the way this looks on you, It looks even better when you feel that way too. This dress highlights your best features, baby. All of them."

You placed yourself in front of the mirror and tried to brush down any features you felt mildly uncomfortable with. Matt had come up behind you and placed his hands on your hip while resting his chin on to your bare shoulder.

"My pretty girl." He sighed into your neck and that was enough to pay for the dress with your Matt's card later.

༊*·˚ He would always pamper you whenever you felt unwell / on your period

It had been about an hour since Matt left your apartment. All you asked was that he pick up some chocolate to satiate your cravings, which had been an upset for the past six hours. The sharp pains in your stomach had only gotten worse, even after medication. Every time that Matt crossed your mind it only made you feel so needy, clingy. Like a burden.

Little did you know that Matt was rushing around several stores for more than your sweet treats. Any time you made a comment about something you liked, he made sure that you got it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers had ended in his basket, along with an assortment of treats, a candle with your preferred smells inside, a pink bath bomb and of course, Pads and tampons.

He hadn't meant to take so long but when you finally heard the front door of your apartment click open you were full of relief.

The gentle knocks on your bedroom door spurred you to sit up against the headboard, the hot water bottle across your midriff.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm back" His voice was meek, as if you had barely woken up.

"What took you so long, Matt? Did you get lost" A slight giggle passed your lips, met with a shake of Matt's head.

"No, baby. I just went on a little spree." That's when your jaw dropped. Finally, he pulled the bags from behind the door and placed them heavily at the end of your bed.

"So, at first, I was only going to get you the chocolates, but then I saw these Haribo's I remember you practically stole from me because they were 'too good to resist'." The bags of confectionary rustled on the blankets. "Then I saw this candle and it was blue, which grabbed my attention. Then I saw it was your favourite so of course I grabbed it. I had to get you pads and tampons. I know you alternate so I grabbed both kinds." A small pile began to form at your feet. "Oh! I also saw some fuzzy socks so they went in and i stopped at Lush to get you a bath bomb. They didn't have your normal one so i got a back up one for you!"

His gaze finally met your eyes, staring at the pile with tears forming. It was obvious you weren't blinking so that you didn't cry. You knew if you had tried to speak, your emotions would quickly be revealed. if they weren't already by your expression.

"Y/n..? You okay.. did i do something wrong..?" With an insistent shake of your head, you denied his words.

"You did all this for...me?" You looked up to him in mere disbelief. "Of course I did. I always will. I can tell you needed this."

"Matt...thank you.."

"You can thank me once I've run your bath, okay love?"

© ENDEREIES 2024

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[sensei-venus]

Omg your piece about Robby giving the reader his rings to wear was so cute but that mention of the ring hanging on the necklace and watching when she beds forward 👀👀 immediately thought of riding him while wearing the ring on the chain and him going absolutely feral for it🥵

Just getting on top of him, two of them all hot and heavy already. Robby already stripped down to nothing and Reader has her bottoms off along with her panties.

She's grinding on his hard muscular thigh. Rubbing her pussy all over his skin leaving a wet mess. Moaning and whimpering as Robby just watches. He has the biggest smile on his face as he watches her get all riled up just for him. No one else makes him feel like she does, when she's on top of him there are a thousand feelings and emotions going through him.

His hands running over her belly from under her shirt, fingers digging into her soft rolls. His hands move to grip at her love handles and hips. She's whimpering on top of him the whole time. His eyes look up at her through his lashes. At this point he's panting. His dick is hard and straining against his girlfriends thigh as she humps at his leg. The wetness that spills down his thigh just gets him more on edge.

Moments later she is flinging her shirt off. Leaving her in only her pretty little bra that barely covers her fat tits. It barely contained her massive breasts from spilling out the very top. She smiles down at him, those pretty lips in one of her signature smiles that has his heart pumping.

She slowly peels the fabric off, letting the strap dangle on one of her fingers before it falls to the floor. He smirks at her, eyes glazed over as he takes in the moment. Her tits hang free over him, jiggling as moves her wet cunt off his thigh. Moving to sit over his hard dick which she takes in hand and pumps a few times.

She places it at her slit and slowly moves down it, letting it pop inside with little resistance. They both moan as the heat gets to them. Reader whimpers at the light-burning stretch of Robby’s cock. Robby at the feeling of being in Reader’s tight pussy for the first time in what feels like forever.

Then she's bouncing on top of him screaming her head off. Head thrown back and moaning up a storm.

He can't stop watching the way her tits bounce around.

But his eyes are drawn to one specific thing that has his dick going crazy.

His skill ring hangs between her two beautiful breasts.

It bounces around on the silver chain he bought her not that long ago. It catches in the bedroom light just right. It has his eyes drawn to it the whole time. It sits perfectly on her chest. Calling out to him in some kind of way. It has his mind working on over time.

Something so small has him wanting to pound the fuck out of his chubby girlfriend.

It's almost like it's egging him on the whole time she is riding him.

[soobinies]

imagine taehyun speaking spanish

[midiosaamor]

i have two mindests

“my lover should just let me lay back and not do anything” and “i could do whatever i want without my lover help”

both involve fictional men worshiping me but

[crimsonbubble]

Thigh riding and dirty talk with the val guys 🙏

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, thigh riding, praise, degradation, overstimulation, marking, poorly translated languages *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[breach isn't here bc I just didn't want to write for him :// this is so rushed and half assed im sorry 😭😭]

MINORS DNI!!

brimstone (daddy issues popped out with this one yikes)

a sweetheart

literally so attentive

does the work for you

holds you against him as he rocks your hips against his thigh

"atta boy/girl, doing so good baby."

chamber

cocky mf

he either sits back and watches you do all the work

or literally can't sit still and guides your hips over his thigh

loves watching you melt into him when he guides your hips to ride out your orgasm

likes when your nails dig into his shoulders when he keeps your hips moving after your first orgasm

"you can give me one more, right mon ange (my angle)?" "be good for me and give me one more, pour que je puisse m'occuper de toi. (so I can take care of you)."

cypher

good mix of degradation and praise

loves to see you get all flustered when you rub against him

lives for the way you get flustered and hide your face behind your hand

"oh come on, is that the best you can do?"

harbor

his focus is on you

forget about him

let him take care of you

holds you so carefully

rubs your back as his hands follow the movements of your hips

"don't worry about me, let's focus on you, yea?"

kay/o

he's a robot therefore he vibrates

I feel like you'd have to like show him porn or smth to get him to understand the concept of dirty talk

but I feel like he'd be a little stiff with it, not really sure what to do

but give him time to research and study a bit and he'll get the hang of it

"take it easy, just like that."

omen

so touchy

literally wants you to cling to him

like just bury yourself into his arms as you pleasure yourself on him

lets out soft grumbles that can only be considered as some form of purring

"my sweetling, so good to me."

phoenix

literally does not know when to shut up

will run his mouth about how good you look and how well you're doing

easiest way to shut him up is to kiss him

the easiest way to keep him quiet is to make out with him

not just a few short kisses

I mean full sloppy kisses, desperate grabbing at each other and feeling all over one another

"c'mon baby, do it for me." "fuck, you're so good to me."

sova

an absolute sweetheart like brim

he'll keep his hands on your thighs as you rut against him

he'll take over when you start whining and slowing down

praise praise praise

sova loves seeing how your cheeks grow warmer and how you hide your face when he tells you how pretty you look

"such a good boy/girl for me, дорого�� (sweetheart)." "its okay, I've got you, keep going for me, малыш (baby)

yoru

mixes praise and degradation like he's a fckn chef or smth

gets off on you rutting against his thigh as much as you're getting off to you rutting on his thigh

hickeys upon hickeys

love bites upon love bites

he can't keep his mouth off you

"look at the mess you made on me, you little whore." "fuck you look so pretty like this, fuckin use me, c'mon."

[tubatwo]

hi all it’s been a while… life has been hectic but I am still very much delusional over kai……. actually can we take this moment to talk about HIS PONYTAIL?!?

guys I almost died. can you imagine him shyly admitting he wants to try something new… so he comes to his favorite person for help :( you sit him down and comb through his locks while placing occasional kisses on his forehead :((((( then you tie his hair into a ponytail and almost pass out from how handsome he looks and he’s just super flustered while looking at himself in the mirror!! he probably felt like a rockstar even more can you imagine him with his guitar too AHHHHHH our lovely rockstar bf

[moonlit-knightz]

[vampirehizzies]

#same ship different font #otp: tiny brunette being consistently antagonised by a tall blonde loveable alpha bitch

gifset credits:

zoe & lemon

hope & lizzie

sam & tory

[xoxochb]

that man’s so fine… I’m gonna impregnate him

[pocketsizedq]

Jamie and Trevor spotted

[endereies]

JUST A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON - PART 2

Pairing: Matt x Reader

Contains: You always go to Matt whenever things get hard, but little do you know he wants you to be there by his side permanently.

Requested?: yes by several people - thanks for the love ♡

Author's notes: Sorry that this took almost 2 weeks to write, I have mock exams this week and barely any time to write this but I hope it was worth the wait. This is also my longest piece to date so that's insane. Love you angels !!

Word Count: 5783

Part 1

It had been several months since you last went to Matt’s house to cry about your boyfriend. That’s because you two broke up. Whenever Cam stepped out of line again, all you could do was think back to that night.

"M'sorry, you don't deserve any of this, never...Please don't believe anything he says. He has no idea what he is talking about."

And he was right. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve being treated like shit all because he wanted the luxury of alcohol. You thought it would pass, people often do things they aren’t aware of when they are drunk. You believed that lie for almost two years. Two wasted years. You hated every moment of the break-up, you both were drunk this time.

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy here, I let you move into my apartment, I let you have whatever you wanted, I let you into a high-end life. You aren’t actually throwing all that shit away because you’re a little upset.”

You were practically seething at the point, your chest heavy with anger. Clenched fists lay by your side that held back harsh words. You weren’t crying this time. You got that out your system before your first drop of alcohol that now lingered as a lump in your throat. Small twitches of your eyelids and lips became more common with each idiotic word he spat out.

“No. Cameron, you forced me to move in, you gave me what I wanted to shut me up and I couldn’t give a shit about that ‘high-end’ life. You walk all over me! You don’t like me, you only like the idea of me”

“Oh? Really y/n. I made you into someone people actually respect. Before me did you ever actually get anywhere. Now you’re out all the time going to the opportunities I gave you. ”

“As if you actually notice that I leave the house. I leave here a lot because even subconsciously I knew I didn’t want to be around you.”

“Exactly, you are always away y/n. When was the last time we even had sex.”

Sex? Sex. That was his concern? After the time we have barely even spent as a couple, barely acting like we could be friends. Yet, his main concern is fucking me.

“You’re such a slut you must be getting it someone else.”

“You’re a piece of shit, you know that? We are done Cam. Fucking done.”

“What the fuck are you on about. Don’t say shit that you don’t mean.” He spoke sharply while clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Go on and fuck the barmaid if you’re so desperate to get laid, Cameron.”

-

You were lucky enough to have your parents live close to you, ones that were willing to take you in while you sought out an apartment. You hated to admit it, but you still loved Cameron, even if you didn’t want to. You despised him and yet at the same time all you did was miss him. Feeling like a walking contradiction was hard, to yourself and everyone around you. Everyone knew how you were feeling. That doesn’t mean they had to like it.

Matt especially hated it. Hated the way you talked about cam like you did something wrong. He knew how selfish he was being, but he couldn’t help it. Not when the girl he loved kept speaking about someone that wasn’t him. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be in that position. When he heard news of your break up with Cam. He sighed in reluctant relief. He relished in the knowledge that you were single so much he almost forgot your hurt. You didn’t feel the same as Matt, you weren’t as happy for it all to be over.

Parties were the worst for both of you. The alcohol placed around the rooms just reminded you of Cameron, for all the wrong reasons. His words when he was drunk were so cruel. They ridiculed you. Even so, the way the liquid burned as it poured down your throat distracted you from the negativity. Until you threw it all up of course. That ended up being most nights no matter how much you regretted it in the morning.

“Matttt!!” Your voice yelled his name once you saw him walk through the main doors, already slurred from the shots you’d taken.

“Hey, nice to see you.” Matt shoved any hesitancy to the side and focused on your smile. It was due to the alcohol, he knew that. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t pretend it was due to his arrival. It was your smile and that’s all he cared about.

“Did Nick and uh- Chris show...?” He nodded and hinted to the pair already at the bar.

“You must have missed them, I was just parking the van. Why?” Nick smiled at you and waved once he figured out that you were looking at them. A slight nudge from him caused Chris to do the same, his hand partially covered by his jacket.

“Wait what.?” You dragged your attention back to Matt with an embarrassed smile.

“Why? Were you looking for them or..” The blare of the music along with the drink in hand made it harder to understand him. You looked up at him with curious eyes, but he shrugged it off.

“Doesn’t matter… How many drinks have you had?” You held up your cocktail to your lips, taking a sip from the straw before shrugging. “I think this is my third.”

“Just take it easy alright, don’t want you getting shit-faced again” Matt sighed heavily as he took in your tipsy state.

“I’m not Cam, okay? I can handle my alcohol.” With another sip of your drink, you stormed off. Not before guilt could fill your mind. You hated only thinking about Cam, but you couldn’t help it.

You had left Matt standing by the main entrance of the venue, looking off to the direction you walked off in. He saw your sweet smile return to your face once you met back up with Tara. Relief filled him momentarily that someone else was at least looking after you. The way your mood switched suddenly left him slightly shocked. He knew you were taking the breakup hard, but he also knew alcohol was not going to help you in any way long term. Eventually he breathed heavily and moved along with his night.

Matt sat next to his brothers at the bar and leant against his palm while his other hand reached for his wallet. It wasn’t long before Nick slid a drink to him. “I figured you’d be here soon, so I got you a drink already.” The drink fizzed in front of him and Matt took no time in letting a big portion slip past his lips.

“What just happened back there?” He let his eyes fall to his brothers, both taking sips of their own drinks as they tried to study his expression.

“She is just drinking a lot and I’m a little concerned, the sudden switch up is making me worried about her.” Matt grabbed his glasses and swished the liquid around before placing it back on the bar mat.

“You know she isn’t over it dude, Cam I mean. After two years of that bullshit, I’m surprised she is just drinking a little more.” He knew Nick was trying to be reasonable, but it was hard to find reasons why anyone would miss a guy like that.

“But it’s him. He was, no, is, a dick. Surely, she knows that.”

“Of course she does, that’s why they broke up.” Chris leant forwards on the stool to speak over Nick’s shoulder. “She realised that he was treating her like shit. Doesn’t mean she can’t still love the idea of being with him. Y/n just needs time, she’ll get over it one day.”

“See even Chris gets it.” He smirks as Chris elbows his arm. “Just be there, that’s all anyone can do.”

Matt spent that night checking in on you every few hours and eventually was also there when you threw up in a plant pot, followed by a few tears. You knew you were being stupid as much as the next person. Yet, you just didn’t want to be in a position where you would be sober enough to message Cameron again.

But it wasn’t easy.

-

A few weeks later and it was soon Tara’s birthday. With all the chaos surrounding your ex-boyfriend you quickly found yourself running out of time to get her a gift. So, you thought it would be a good distraction from Cameron if you dragged Matt out the house for a day of shopping. Living in LA meant that you could get anything, anywhere.

You found yourselves standing amongst racks of vinyls and posters which were organised by certain artists. However, neither of you could find any fitting enough as a gift.

You stumbled among some racks of some rock and metal music, which seemed more appropriate for Tara. Going down the alphabet, you came across a Foo Fighter’s record covering their greatest hits.

“Y’know, Cam used to play this album whenever he was playing poker late at night. That’s how I knew to leave him alone.” The words slip past your lips with ease, as if it’s a casual and happy memory. But it’s only making Matt clench his jaw and lick his teeth as he nods at you.

Matt nodded at your mention of Cam. “That’s…cool” he mused, his casual demeanour hiding the sting in his chest each time you brought up Cam. He hated how your ex-boyfriend still shadowed every conversation like an unwanted guest. He forced a smile at your comment, his mind was filled with a mix of annoyance and jealousy as you laughed about Cam. He hated how you could find humour in something involving the person he disliked so much. He tried to hide his true feelings, keeping his response casual. "Yeah, that sounds like him."

The record slipped back into its original position alongside other similar artists while you continued looking. The meek smile on your face lingered before it was replaced with a poignant one. You had failed to notice the way he sighed next to you.

“You think she will like some metal instead?” All Matt wanted to do was steer clear of this section, hoping it would clear both your minds of Cam.

He relaxed when you nodded and placed the vinyl back into the racks. he knew why it irked him so much, but he wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone, not even himself. He had to, he was aware but anytime he thought too much about it, it brought him back to moments like this. Where all you did was think about Cameron, whether it became vocal or not.

He hadn’t realised it, but he had zoned out, deep in thought and now found himself now standing around some posters hung up like clothes. It was the average mixture between random decoration for a room of shows or films and the tour posters for several concerts. Matt pondered for a moment before scrolling through the first section.

“Hey what abo-“ The poster he had pinched between his fingers fell through as he noticed you had already picked one up. It was just an old movie poster, released years ago. He barely even recognised it until he saw the name. “What’s that..?”

“Just an old poster, I actually got this for Christmas last year…Well it was actually January but whatever.” Your head shook lightly pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear. “I don’t think I have even seen this film, maybe as a kid?”

“Y/n. Can you stop talking about him.”

“I- uh what?” Your head whipped sideways to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion that slowly faded away upon noticing his stern expression.

“All you do is talk about him, I’m sick of hearing about him.”

The awkward silence hung in the air while you both stared at each other for a few moments in shock of the situation. The noise of footsteps and the general buzz of people faded into background noise as you both stood there. Neither one of you knew what to say, just looking into each other’s eyes with slight turmoil.

Matt looked away for a moment and sighed, rubbing a hand across his face before looking back at you with a kinder appearance. He didn’t want to upset you, that much was clear by the way his eyes softened.

“Listen, it’s not you,” he spoke gently, his hands shoved into his pockets. “I just can’t stand hearing you talk about him all the time. Every conversation we have, you end up bringing him into it.”

Your gaze fell to the floor as you listened to his words, guilt hitting you slowly. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. You weren’t entirely surprised by his words, but it still stung. You knew you talked about Cam a lot, you knew you were still hung up over him. However, you couldn’t get rid of the gut feeling knowing you were irritating the only person who always listened.

Silently, you took a deep breath, your eyes wandering back to the display in front of you. Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of the folded movie poster in your hands, the paper crumpling under your fingers.

“I- I guess I do talk about him too much.” A sheepish smile crossed your face as you scoffed, the slight acceptance creeping into your voice.

“I get why you do it, it’s just frustrating when all I want to do is hang out with you.” His body leant against the edge of the rack filled with the posters. He hadn’t failed to notice the guilt in your expression, and he made his best attempt at a smile to diffuse the situation.

It was hard not to laugh at the irony of the situation. Talking about Cam with Matt was usually a source of comfort. Now, it was the reason for this tension.

“Sorry, I don-“ You were cut off with Matt’s hand covering your mouth, his cold rings hitting the sides of your lips.

“I don’t wan’ you apologizing for some dumb shit, I just-“ His head hung low as he paused to breathe. “Let’s focus on Tara and her gift, yeah?” Hesitantly, his palm lowered from your mouth, allowing you to respond.

“Mhm…” Your fingers absentmindedly fidgeted with the edges of the movie poster once more before placing it on the rack.

-

Two weeks later and it was finally time for Tara’s party. They were hard to miss from the blaring music emitting out the speakers, not that you minded her music taste. The entirety of the venue was packed with people, most of which were already tipsy. Lights were shining into every corner possible, switching between every which colour. It was humid and it all hit you as soon as you entered the main doors, allowing no easy transition. However, with the amount of time that you had spent in these environments the past few weeks meant that it was a quicker process. The stench of alcohol was one almost every person you talked to, whether they had drunk themselves or not.

Despite the average chaos that spilled around you, you found slight solace in the familiar atmosphere. Parties had become more of an occurrence since your breakup with Cameron, alcohol aiding in drowning out heavy thoughts. That was enough for now, even if it was only temporary.

After you bought your usual drink order, you mingled your way through the crowd before finding a glimpse of Matt’s chain as it reflected the party’s lights. He seemed to have gravitated towards the bar, sitting with his brothers.

A quick glance over his shoulder revealed you, threading your way through the crowd. His gaze followed you, and a flicker of concern crossed his features, knowing well that alcohol was now a fixture in your system.

“Y/n, hey what’s up” He had tried to maintain his friendly advances, no matter how much slight worry seeped in.

"Hey, just thought I'd come say hi to my favourite people." You lifted your half-empty glass to your lips and took a sip, savouring the tart liquid. You managed a smile, the effects of the alcohol evident in your slightly hazy eyes and flushed face.

“You clean yourself up nicely, kid.” You looked to the side and saw Chris’s smile beaming at you.

Normally you would wear a simple black dress that accessorised your skin nicely but for this event you pulled out a high lined piece.

It was a sleek, shimmering material that her body effortlessly, hugging every contour, emphasizing your curves. A slit starts at your knee allows for a quick glimpse of skin, adding an element to its design. The silver material captures the disco light with every movement. The gown continues to flow down, stopping at a dangerously low open back that shows off your skin.

“It is a Tara Yummy party, you expect me not to go all out?” You laced your thoughts with sarcasm which you covered with a giggle.

“Fair enough, you certainly look the part.” Chris let out a quiet laugh, barely audible over the heavy music, before leaning back towards the bar to sit his drink.

As the hours of the night lengthened on, you found the liquids pouring faster into your system. Dared to do a shot turned into three and before you knew it, you were sick. The upstairs bathroom became your new best friend as you made a poor attempt at holding your hair back.

It had been about thirty minutes since Matt heard the cheering of you downing a Jager bomb without any reaction. He hadn’t wanted to ruin your fun, instead he favoured watching you occasionally and hoping to keep you out of harm. After all, with the amount you had chosen to drink recently, he wasn’t going to risk anything. He wasn’t going to let you risk your safety.

With a reliant hunch, he walked towards the upper half of the venue. It was almost reminiscent of downstairs with an identical layout. The main differences where in the wallpaper and painting designs. He couldn’t focus too much on it. You were his priority.

The sounds of gagging, followed by a harsh sound gave Matt a clear indication where you were. He raised the back of his fist to the door and knocked three time before voicing himself. “y/n..? it’s just me, okay? May I come in, I’m worried about you.

You simply hummed in approval, cut off by a dry heave that left a sting in your abdomen. It was a sight that no matter how many times he found you in this position, he never got used to it. Not that it meant he’d leave you alone on the cold tiles.

The door shut with a soft click when Matt pressed the sole of his foot against the painted wood. He was currently busy taking off his leather jacket that had been around his body all night. Luckily, the floor was smooth, so he placed the jacket loosely around your bare shoulders instead. Even sober you’d refuse to wear one, unless it followed a strict set of guidelines. More often than not you would end up leaving a venue with someone else’s clothing on you, typically Matt’s.

“Hey…” His voice was soft, making you quietly aware of his concerned kindness. “How you feeling, kid?”`

He chuckled when you met his gaze with a hard stare. It was a stupid question. Anyone could look in and would immediately know what was happening. Your dishevelled appearance was a noticeable change compared to hours before. Strands of hair pulled themselves out the hair tie and framed your face with sweat.

“Yeah, that’s my bad. Want a water or anything?”

“Nuh uh, I’ve got one ‘ere.” The water in the bottle swished around as you lifted it slightly, dropping it once you knew he saw. It was compressed by what he could only assume by the force of your hand when you threw up.

You hated throwing up, like any other person. Yet in these states only Matt ended up remembering how bad they were.

Once you heaved again, he took the hair from your clenched fist and pulled it up neater than you did. With relief, you used your now free hand to hold the toilet as the drinks came up again. The water bottle came into grip again but relaxed when you felt Matt’s hand rest on your back. Due to the low cut of your dress, he was directly soothing your skin. His touch burned into your skin, and you couldn’t tell whether it was because it was hot or the slight shock of his actions.

“Just breathe...in…and out, yeah?” Suddenly, his breathes became louder, giving you a clear example of what to mimic. They were steady and at a slow enough pace that you didn’t feel overwhelmed. “See, you’re fine.”

Matt helped you lean up properly so that you could drink some water to wash away the bitter taste in your mouth. “Bet you have sobered up a bit, huh?” You chuckled as your back slumped against the cold porcelain.

“God, m’such an idiot.”

“You know you’re not, it’s just some…unfortunate choices” His hand moved from your back to your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. He hated how you felt bad for being in this position. Of course, throwing up your guts at a party was never ideal but there was obviously more than that. He just waited until you opened up to him.

“It’s not though. Matt…I’m being so stupid by doing this to myself” The slur in your words had lightened but it was still evident through certain words.

As soon as the sides of your lips relaxed and your body drooped, he noticed almost immediately, sliding so that your shoulders were touching. His own lips pulled themselves into a tip lipped smile when he saw your eyes lose their vibrancy.

“Cam broke up with me and all I seem to do is fall back onto alcohol. It’s like I’m fucking turning into hi- “

“No.” His hand twitched by his side, unable to decide what to do. “You aren’t him, you never will be him. Don’t think like that all because of a few drinks.”

“But I- “ With a swift movement, he raised his hand to your mouth again.

“Don’t. I’m not having you lie to yourself kid. You aren’t like him, not even close. You think I’d be here if you were anything like him?” Underneath his grip you silently shake your head followed by the removal of his hand.

“Exactly. I ain’t reminding you of the obvious again.”

“But. What exactly am I doing here.” The hurt in your eyes became more prominent as tears flourished.

“Coping. No one said the method was healthy but…” Matt took his hand off your shoulder and laid it between his tucked knees. His neck turned to face you, your head already facing his.

“Am I the only one who wishes we had gravity falls playing right now.” For the first time in a few minutes you cracked a smile, wiping away tears before they fell.

“If this place didn’t have shit signal, I’d already have that loaded up.” Whilst he talked, he grabbed the toilet roll quietly and handed it to you without another word. He bumped your aim playfully, getting you to focus on anything but the tears.

“You wanna know something…?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you spoke. “The more I think about it, the more I see that…you actually treat me better than Cameron ever did. You’re actually the reason I broke up with him, knowing what I could have instead of him. And…I don’t mean to talk about him, I know you hate it. Frankly, I do too, but it’s difficult not talking about someone who impacted me as much as Cam did, no matter how negative it is.”

During the entirety of your ramble, Matt stays silent. His heart is pounding in his chest at your words. You were drunk, sobered a little by the throw up. But still drunk. He isn’t sure what to take to heart and he doesn’t want to get his hopes up by anything stupid. His tongue darts between his lips, wetting them before returning to his mouth which felt just as dry. Whatever feeling this was, he hated the way it tugged at every thought he’s ever had about you. He has always wanted you to speak this way to him, see that you deserve better. Hopefully deserve him. But when it came down to finally hearing those precious words. You just had to be drunk.

“y-yeah..? I didn’t know I impacted you that much. I just wanted to be a good friend to you..” God, he didn’t like the way that word rolled off his tongue.

“You’re more than just a good friend to me, Matt. You do know that, right?”

Fuck.

He hated this. Hated the way you spoke so gently to him, like a wild deer in the woods. Hated the way you let yourself look at him like that. Hated the way he wanted to pull you that little bit closer. He hated that you were drunk.

“We should get back to the party, people are probably wondering where we both are.” Matt’s body quickly pushed itself up, back onto his two feet. His hand reached out to you but his gaze didn’t meet yours anymore. “You feeling better..?”

The sudden switch hadn’t hit you yet and you simply mumbled a small ‘mhm’ and took his hand which ended up around your shoulders.

-

That night ended for you quite early. Apposed to your normal standards, you went home as soon as the clock it 12. The sky still seemed bright with the amount of light that surrounded the venue.

You hadn’t interacted with Matt after your small talk in the bathroom. He ushered the both of you out the room and left you shortly after. He didn’t seem panicked, more rushed than anything. The way the subject switched so quickly took a while to register in your head and when you finally realised it, he was no where to be seen. Whether he left the party or not was still up to debate, but you didn’t exactly try and find him as much as you should’ve.

The following morning was rough, the drinks you had taken had gone to your head and given you a headache, it wasn’t that bad compared to ones you had before. However, you still found yourself lying in your bed for hours after taking medication. The songs that you played in your headphones was a contrast to the ones that blasted last night. They were on a dim volume and were calming instrumentals. With the way your head ached, you weren’t about to risk making it worse.

A light yawn left your mouth, and you thought it was about time that you got on with your day. Taking some medication helped tremendously and you ordered yourself some fries to satiate your hunger.

One thing managed to throw you off, Matt hadn’t messaged you yet. It was almost a guarantee that he would message you, especially after a night out. Not a single message had come through. He didn’t have to message you, but he always did.

That’s when it hit you. The conversation in the bathroom before he left you for the rest of the night. Surprisingly, you remembered the majority of the dialogue you shared, your drunk self making you share more than you would ever sober.

“You’re more than just a good friend to me, Matt. You do know that, right?”

-

“Matt…Hey.”

You found yourself standing at the porch of the triplet’s house, rocking back from the heel to toe of your feet. The floor was slightly wet from a small rain shower mere hours prior. Creaks echoed when the door opened in front of you showing Matt’s familiar frame.

“Uh, hey? What’s up” You had tried not to notice the way his posture stiffening, but it was hard when he had failed to make it appear subtle. “Need anything?”

“Sorta, I need to talk to you, can I come in?” A shaky breath stood in the air between you both before he nodded and stood aside. His house was the same as ever, a constant other than him that you appreciated.

“Where are Nick and Chris?” You loved the pair to bits but frankly, you didn’t want them to stand around you and Matt while you had this conversation.

He shrugged slightly, walking into the kitchen. “They stayed with Tara last night, gonna be home in a few hours.”

“About last night…” You trailed off, looking down before you began again. “I know that I was drunk but- I do remember the conversation we had. Well, most of it and I-”

“It’s fine, you were drunk, it’s already forgotten, okay?” His hand waved in the air as if to dismiss your words, but his soft smile made your stomach and expression twist.

“No Matt... that’s not it. Look, I may have been drunk but what I said, I meant it. You do treat me better than Cam ever did, and you make me feel safer than he ever did. I mean it when I say that you’re important to me. I care about you and I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable last night. I really am but…” The sentence trailed off as you breathed deeply. He approached you slowly.

“y/n…”

“I don’t want to lie and say that you don’t mean that much to me. You’ve stood by me for years, especially recently and I don’t- I don’t want to lose you because of what I said.” Both your fists clenched somewhat as you kept talking.

“Y/n.”

“When I broke up with Cam, the only thing that went through my head was your words. The ones you said to me after a big fight we had, and I ended up crying in your room. The idea of not having you in my life-”

“Y/N.” His palms gripped the sides of your shoulders, his expression pleading with you to listen to him. His eyes search yours momentarily before drifting quickly to your lips. “I wouldn’t trade you for the world, you know that right...?”

“Y-yeah..? really?” He raised his eyebrow after you spoke, as if shocked you’d question that.

“Doubt that again and we will have problems, m’kay?” All you could do was shy away and nod silently.

He gently gripped your chin, lifting it so you faced him straight on. “I mean it…you’re so important to me…so important. You aren’t gonna lose me that easily.”

You followed his gaze and met his own lips, the silence growing longer. His eyes fluttered back up to your eyes, trying to read your emotions. Slowly but surely his hand floated from your shoulders to the tips of your fingers, always colder than his. Matt’s body grew closer to yours and it became evident when you saw his feet slide to meet the rest of his body.

“May I…?” The way he spoke was so gentle you almost missed it. You looked at him and cleared your throat softly as you nodded gently.

Even with permission from both sides it was hesitant. Both of you had been friends for years with not even a single conversation about love lives. Matt had spent the better part of two years pining after someone he couldn’t have. Yet now you were here, standing directly in front of him. Before you could change your mind, he leaned in.

It was soft, your lips barely touching each other. It was just enough for the feeling to be real. His hand grazed the side of your neck before reaching into strands of your hair, tilting you forwards. His eyes were barely open, wanting to somewhat see this moment he’s dreamed of become a reality. You pushed it a little deeper, feeling the extent both of you were willing to give. It was slow but it meant everything. You felt your breath hitch slightly and your stomach grew an unfamiliar feeling, one you never had with Cameron before. You couldn’t help but crave more, more of him. His lips pressed against yours softly, you could feel his breath against his. The hand that held your fingers moved to your waist line and snaked around the fabric that hugged your skin. His lips moved against yours for only a few more seconds before Matt broke away.

He pulled back just enough to speak gently. “God, I know its cliché, but I’ve wanted to do that for a fucking while.”

You giggled at the mere thought of it. Matt couldn’t help but scoff when he heard the chuckle fall from your lips.

“I don’t think you really understand how much I hated when you talked about Cam, as if you still loved the idea of being with him.”

“I don’t. I promise you that.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You might have to prove that one to me again.” His attempt at flirting just made you giggle again as you rolled your eyes.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that.” It was now his turn to roll his eyes at you. His head angled gently as he captured your lips in another but shorter kiss.

“Fucking finally, you two are actual dumbasses.”

Matt was quick to break the kiss and both your heads whipped around to see both Nick and Chris staring at you with folded arms. Their bags rested against their shins which seemed to be abandoned long ago.

“Wow matt, one night alone and you spend it with a girl. Nick, you owe me 50 bucks.” Begrudgingly, Nick pulled out his wallet and offered him the money which Chris instantly snatched.

“Wait, you two had a bet on us?” There was now some distance between you and Matt, only brought together by occasional eye contact.

“As if we wouldn’t, what do you take us for.” Chris has seemed so sure of himself, and his smug expression lingered on his face. He nudges Nick before giving him a certain look. Matt mouths a small sorry towards you, knowing this was going to be the new normal.

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[sensei-venus]

@gemini-sensei, suddenly had this idea.

What if Reader ends up dating Miguel after he dated Sam. Their relationship is going good but in the back of Reader’s mind she can't help but think about Sam. Sam is still good friends with the both of them, but every time Reader looks her way her mind starts going. She wonders how much Miguel actually enjoyed dating her.

Did he enjoy dating her?

What did he like the most about her?

Did she stack up the their past relationship together?

It's just a mess of random ideas that start going through her head. She tries her best to ignore all of those thoughts, holding Miguel’s hand a little tighter and kissing him gently. Looking at him with so much love.

But things change when they are in bed together.

She's riding him after a long day. She had picked him up from training earlier that day and they were now back at her place. Both of them were tired and stressed from just a hard day of working. Reader just wants to take out all of her stress including the anxiety that has been building up for weeks now. She’s so tired of it all, thinking about Sam and Miguel for so long. It's bubbling up as the minutes go by. Her hips are sputtering as she bounces on his dick. Sweat dripped down her body with even the slightest movement.

Miguel is digging his fingers into the fat of her sides. He gripped at her belly trying to get some kind of purchase to hold onto. He's grunting and moaning as he watches her through half-lidded eyes. Watching her work herself on top of him.

“Gonna cum on this dick. Cream all over it because it's mine, no body else. It's all mine.” she grunts out as she wiggles her hips. The sloppy sound of her pussy meeting the air.

“I bet she never made you feel like this, made you feel the way I make you feel. I bet she never got this dick as hard as it is now.” the words are crude.

Miguel's eyes open faster as the words keep spewing out of his girlfriend's lips. He has no idea where this is all coming from. He doesn't even really know who she's talking about. Whatever she is talking about is news to him.

Before he can try and say something his eyes are rolling back into his skull as he jerks. His balls twitch as he orgasms. Reader moans with one last bounce before she's cumming too. Collapsing on top of him in a big Huff. They both shake as they ride out their afterglow together.

Miguel rubs her back gently as they both pant. Relaxing into each other.

“Who were you talking about? That wasn't apart of your normal dirty talk I know it.”

Reader chews at her lips. She really didn't want to say anything out loud. She knew her feelings of slight insecurity where stupid. She didn't hate Sam and she definitely didn't hate Miguel. She wasn't mad at him for having sex with his previous girlfriend. Sex was a natural thing, especially at their age. But she couldn't lie to him about it. Keeping the burden of those feelings was bad for her.

“I….I was talking about Sam, you and Sam…”

Miguel was shocked for a split second before almost laughing. This made Reader look up at him, more sadness weighing on her. Maybe her feelings were right somewhat. Maybe Sam was better than she was. Maybe Miguel had more fun in bed with Sam than her.

“Babe, I never even had sex with Sam.”

“What?”

“Yep, we never had sex. We where so busy all the time with school and training, even with hanging out with our friends. We just never had the time not to mention our parents, especially her dad. If you want me to be honest all we did was make out… and I touched her ass a few times, maybe felt her tit up but that's as far as we got, I promise.”

Now she felt stupid for even letting those thoughts get to her in the first place. He just admitted to her that he never even slept with Sam while they where dating.

Then she was even more shocked.

“Wait so I was-”

“Yep, you where my first, well everything really.”

Reader blinked back tears while her lip trembled a little in a smile. She stuffed her face into his chest. Mumbling out “Oh Miggy!” Miguel chucked as he hugged her naked body to his. He kissed at the top of her head as they lay together.

Maybe it was a good thing she had said something, even if it was at an unexpected time.

(I'm making a part two of this I promise😈)

[kanescrown]

season 6 samtory you mean so much to me

[kaiju-krew]

I was reading about your HCs for the reproduction of the Godzilla species and it's very interesting for parthenogenesis. But does this mean they also work like lions? Example if theoretically Godzilla were to produce an egg and Ghidorah destroys it, would it put Godzilla into another reproduction cycle?

not necessarily, at least that's not what i'd personally envision for em 0: i think they're quite doting parents so losing a clutch or pups would be very distressing, so it would be a while before they'd opt into creating a new clutch sorta thing

i do think they'd be capable of errrrrrrr 'storage' aka they can hold off on fertilizing their embryos until the conditions are right. but even after losing a clutch they could probably create a new one from the same Stored Goods without breeding again or creating a partho clutch. so if a gojiran lost their bondmate & clutch they could very well lay a few new clutches that are still their bondmate's offspring as well.

i know some reptiles are capable of this, i used to breed snakes and people posted somewhat frequently about females dropping babies that genetically were clearly from a male they'd been bred to like, 3 years previously x) so i think it's a neat idea to play with