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wxshing-aep · 1 year ago

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Hiii, I saw ur request post!! could you maybe

write some dating Ethan morales hcs??💖

Dating Ethan Morales Would Include

pairing: ethan morales x reader (all characters are 18+) AN: this will be dating college!ethan cause i thought it'd be more interesting, also didn't proofread this warnings: swearing, gets nsfw in the second half so 18+ (minors dni)

you met ethan when you were assigned to tutor him cause he was failing calc. you originally found him to be pretty obnoxious and got tired of his overly nonchalant attitude which culminated in you yelling at him about how he needs to start trying or he's gonna get kicked out. he made no move to respond to your angry rant and just stared back at you with wide eyes and blown out pupils. "what?" you question. "sorry, you're kinda really fucking hot when you're mad"

one of your study sessions ended with him pulling you onto his lap while you made out and his hands roamed your body

he got a little nervous asking you out on a real date even though you've already made out multiple times. he was a bit worried that you'd reject him. he wasn't sure if you'd want a serious relationship with him since he's got a bit of a womanizer reputation. (spoiler alert: you said yes)

his grades got a lot better once he actually started trying because he loved seeing how excited you'd get for him when he showed you a good grade that he got on a test

ethan's love language is definitely physical touch. he needs his hands on you at all times, normally around your waist or resting on your thigh. he's constantly drawing little shapes on whatever part of your bare skin he has access to. most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

you go on a lot of late night drives that may or may not end with the two of you in the backseat of ethan's car

he loves when you wear his clothes but still consistently accuses you of robbing him. "wearing my jacket again, you little thief" "oh, did you want it ba-" "no"

he is your own personal hype-man, there is no shortage of compliments coming from him

"see you later, gorgeous", "damn, my girl looks sexy", "my girlfriend is the most beautiful person on the planet"

he lets you braid his hair when you're bored

he'll match his nail color to yours but will never admit that he did it on purpose and always insist that it was a coincidence

he gets very jealous, but will deny it if you call him out. you were once at a party very innocently talking to a male friend from your psych seminar about how hard your recent test was before ethan walked over to your conversation.

"oh hey, jack, this is my boyfriend ethan" you introduce him, "ethan, this is-" "yea, don't care" ethan interrupts before pulling you by the waist into a searing kiss until jack had left. "there's no reason to be jealous you know? he's just a friend" "i'm not jealous, but that loser was definitely eye-fucking you" "he was not eye-" "let's go make out"

ethan is very distracting when you're trying to study or do any homework

"baaaaaabe, i'm bored", he whines. "m'sorry but I really have to do this research paper" you respond. "or", he starts, closing the book in your hands and tossing it to the side of your bed, "you can take a much needed break and do me instead"

his friends call him whipped bc of how obsessed with you he is and he doesn't give a fuck cause he is in fact obsessed with you

he lets you color in his tattoos

he definitely tries to teach you how to skateboard and holds both your hands if you're too scared to let go of him

he got you a necklace with his initial on it and has a ring with your initial on it

nsfw 18+

that man definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom cause, let's face it, he was a bit of a whore in the past

you guys have a lot of sex, like a lot of sex to the point where you might have gotten a few noise complaint's from the people that live next to your dorm room

he's a capital M Munch. ethan loves eating pussy, like he definitely does it for his own enjoyment. he could spend hours in between your thighs and any moans or whimpers coming from you just egg him on even more

ethan was so turned on when you agreed to sit on his face

"your face is pretty", you complimented him. "yea? you should sit on it" oh. "like sit on it sit on it?" "sit. on. it." "but what if I like suffocate you or something" "you won't, and if you did i'd die happy" so you did and holy shit does that boy know how to use his mouth. he wouldn't stop till you came on his face multiple times and your legs are shaking around his head

he keeps his hair long cause he likes when you tug on it while he's eating you out. it turns him on so much that he has to actively try not to cum in his pants while he's going down on you

ethan is very vocal, he's not afraid to let you know that he's enjoying it. he whimpers for sure. while he's definitely a giver he loves when you have your mouth on him. his mind goes fuzzy when you're blowing him, moaning your name, shaking under you

he's a bit of a sub and loves when you boss him around. ethan absolutely loses his mind when you choke him while you're riding him. he just loves seeing you on top of him, telling him what to do, using him for your own pleasure. he'll beg, especially if you're edging him

"baby fuck please i need it, i'll be your good boy i promise"

jealous!ethan is definitely more dominant though. "right there baby? look how wet you are for me. he can't fuck you like i can hmm? want you to cum on my dick like a good girl"

this man cannot hide when he's horny. he immediately gets super handsy and will be whisking you off to the nearest bathroom

he loves your boobs. holding them, sucking on your nipples, cumming on them if you're cool with that. your chest is rarely not covered in hickies.

you're obsessed with ethan's hands and he knows it. he knows how to use them and has no problem sneaking them into you under the table on a date night, only to remove his hands from you right before you finish and make a point of sucking the fingers that had just been inside you clean while holding eye contact with you and letting a smug look take over his face

he has a praise kink and definitely responds with "yes ma'am" when you boss him around. he's gotten turned on when you guys are arguing before, there's just something about you yelling at him that goes straight to his dick

if you wear a sundress, oh it's over for him. he'll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds and the dress stays on.

#ethan morales #ethan morales x reader #michael cimino #michael cimino x reader #never have i ever #never have i ever s4 #nhie #nhie s4 #ethan morales smut

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rabbitsrams · 1 year ago

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i’ve seen a lot about virgin! lunch club! schlatt with an experienced reader but what if i raise to you: both of you are inexperienced and you do everything for the first time together. (fem/afab! reader)

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

he’s never had a girlfriend and you’ve never had a boyfriend. you were well aware of what went on during sex but you’ve never done any of it with a partner, and neither has he. so you decide to explore together.

often after you were both done with classes you would go to either of your dorm rooms (if a roommate wasn’t there, of course) and do anything and everything.

“j, you can take my bra off, it’s fine.”

“yes you can touch them.”

it’s exhilirating to feel his hands on your breasts. and then his mouth. he soon gets absolutely fixated on them, wanting to play with them every time you met up.

his reaction when he sees your pussy for the first time. god. he practically goes awooga-eyes on you.

his long slender fingers feel absolutely perfect inside you. he doesn’t tell you he spent his time in class reading how to do it properly, but it clearly works since it has you coming all over him in no time.

and of course he pays special attention to your clit. the way his wonky thumb feels rubbing it while he fingers you... omg.

oral... it’s something you’ve been wanting to do for a long time. imagining schlatt between your legs, tongue lapping at your folds as he tastes you. and the real thing? you couldn’t even imagine how good that would feel.

pulling his hair when it feels extra good, and oh my god that makes him CRAZY. has him moaning against you, which turns you on even more. fuck, you can’t get enough of him.

he goes absolutely crazy every time you touch him. you started off with just giving him handjobs (which had him cumming in your hand in no seconds flat), but when you asked to give him a blowjob? feral. absolutely feral.

you start off slow, giving him small kitten licks before taking more. you just do what you think is right and he swears you’re a natural. AND WHEN YOU LOOK UP AT HIM... he jerks off to the image of you on your knees below him nightly. ‘cause... wow.

btw you begged him to come down your throat and now he can’t get that out of his head :)

he’s so fucking vocal too, something you didn’t expect out of the quiet schlatt you knew from your calc 101 class. and it’s really hot. it’s like he only wants you to hear how loud he can get. so you do everything in your power to make him feel good.

and obviously as time goes on you both get better, but there’s something missing. you still haven’t went all the way. you’ve talked about it a few times but you weren’t ready. until tonight.

“do you have a condom?”

“oh shit, no i don’t.”

so he runs to the ra’s office to grab some (read: a whole handful). he’s nervous to put it in you, so you reassure him.

“j, it’s okay. we can stop if it’s too much.”

“i know, i just want you to feel good.”

“i will, it’s okay.”

he’s so careful and gentle with you omg. asking if you’re okay every 5 seconds as he goes deeper. and when he’s buried to the hilt he waits till you give the okay for him to start moving.

he doesn’t really last long lmao. but that’s okay. he feels bad he couldn’t get you to finish but u tell him to just finger you or something. which he does. but you kind of wish you came on his cock.

(you get to do that a few times in though! and it ROCKS. like wow.)

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfiction #okay i promise this isn't me projecting me being inexperienced <- liar #this goes out to all my fellow virgins heyyy

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vivitheokay · 6 months ago

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Oh shit I should probably explain where I was and how I'm doing, for anyone who still follows me.

Anyway I'm back in may, as I said I would be. Part of the reason I left was because I was a minor. Even outside my desire to be horny on the internet, all the "minors dni" made my feel out of place and made it harder to navigate this site. The reason I waited until may is because now I am 18. It is interesting going from a stupid idiot baby to a mature respectable adult in a day but here I am.

Another reason I left was trying to quit social media to improve my mental health. Interestingly, like the day after I decided to leave, my egg cracked (I am girl now). Knowing the root cause of my mental health, it was hard to work to improve it without improving the root cause, so I went back on social media and whatnot.

Anyway, my life is going okay. I just finished my AP's (BC calc was rough). I'm about to get on E soon (I've waited for so long).

I don't think I will being using this site. I not a fan of how the site itself works, and the 196 sub has been back up for a while now. Have a good life and goodbye for real this time.

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that-fellow-from-dres · 1 year ago

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hey dres I saw you reblog a bunch of gifs of tarantulas (I think? I didn’t let myself look at it long) uh if you ever do that again can you please tag it as calc dni? incredibly arachnophobic <\3

Ooh yes sorry!!!! I'll try to keep it in mind! There's a good chance I'll forget and if I do my apologies in advance but hopefully I'll remember to tag any more spider-based posts I see.

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beantothemax · 8 months ago

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actually wait. i just realised that i need to ask you because you would have seen it. what are your thoughts on THE marcille panel

(oh and make sure calc doesnt see this one)

they should put more blood on girls honestly

bit aside ough. marcielle running fucking dragon blood through her hair before casting The Fucked Up Spell With A Capital F is. striking. that whole part was just.

yeah

#saw a post about someone upset this scene was cut from the anime version and I now understand why #asks #selfdiagnosedeyemotif #calc dni

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infernalodie · 3 years ago

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how about maddy x daughter reader where the reader is teenager and she ends up in an abusive relationship but tries to hide it and stay with them, and maddy notices all the signs and gets worried and tries to help her or something

Thank you for the request and I'm so sorry that I may break yours and everyone else's hearts with this one...

𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟑) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

Inspo: Vai Mahina - An Innocent Warrior Auli’i Carvahlo - Know Who You Are Adele - My Little Love

Summary: Maddy had always been afraid of the cycle repeating itself. Having to see you go through what she did when she was your age. But she never thought that worse would come.

Warnings: Physical abuse, verbal abuse, brief alcohol addiction section, and overall a painful read and heartbreaking one.

Part One - Previous Part

Words 3337

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE TOPICS ABOVE!

“You’re just an annoying bitch, Y/n!”

Dread and anxiety clung to your heart and lungs every time you stepped into that house. A thick cloud of smoke filling your lungs and eliciting a feeling of suffocation. If not from the anxiety than from her girlfriend, Tasha, who gripped your throat and squeezed tightly. Her bottom teeth stained with blood as she grunted, applying more pressure to your wind pipe. Pressing the end of her fathers Glock to your temple and likely creating a bruise.

“You think you can hit me without getting hurt?” She questioned. “Is that what you fucking think?” Tears streaming down your cheeks with whimpers being choked out. Utter gasps and pleas that fell on your girlfriend’s deaf ears.

Hand desperately trying to tap out, beg her to relieve her hands from your throat. But your strength was slowly slithering from your grasp. A cold chill running up your body and stopping at your hairline where it stayed. Eyes fighting to stay open and stare at the girl who proclaimed loved you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as darkness slowly invaded your vision and mind.

But just as you were about to dive head first, Tasha’s hand pulled away. With a sob, you coughed and gasped for air. Only giving a moment as you tried to push her hands away. There was a struggle with a gunshot going off before two arms grabbed you and tossed you to the side. Your feet backpedaled as you stared at her with wide eyes. Then when you took another step, you met nothing.

It all felt slow mo. Your body slowly fall back as your hands desperately tried to reach out for Tasha’s. Your heart getting caught in your throat as the air blew your hair out from behind you and into your face. And the last sight you had was the small pendant around your pinky finger from your mother. Before you were plunged into darkness.

You had never understood why you had deserved such treatment. Everyone loved you. As outspoken as you were at times and aggressive, you were kind to the ones that you loved and cared about. That’s how you had made so many friends and had even created a somewhat normal relationship with your father. He was still an asshole for abandoning your mom and proposing the idea of aborting you. But at least there was something there instead of nothing.

A lot of people praised you for being like your mom though. Aunt Jules continuously telling you that you can sometimes have that snarky attitude when you get angry. The next you are as sweet as an angel. But then again, your mom did say that your dad used to be angry all the time. There was some similarities there.

But one person who’d managed to break through those defenses had been Tasha. She sat in front of you in Calc and had rich brown skin that you stared at most of the time. Picking apart every piece of detail that was given to you in each different outfit she wore. She had a muscular build, but nothing that would draw the attention of judging eyes. She was fucking perfect. You had found no imperfections in her shoulders, back, arms, legs- God, you fucking loved those legs! She perfumed perfection at it’s core, and you had been hopelessly hooked.

She played for the girls basketball team and you remembered the first time she had ran into you. It’d been a harmless conversation and nothing truly enlightening. Just a simple question if you would be coming to the game for their first game of the season as everyone else was going. Of course, you said you would and she gave you that famous smile that had rocked your world. That had been one of the first times a girl left butterflies in your stomach and teasing comments from your friends.

You did show up for the game and cheered. Eyes fixated on Tasha and how she dribbled the wall. The way her legs clenched when jumping up for a rebound or shooting from the three-point line. And you had nearly shot out of your seat when she won the game with a shot near the East Highland logo at the center of the court. Watching as her and the rest of the team celebrated their first game and first win of the season.

Only, she had found your eyes and smiled widely. Giving you a friendly wave which you shyly returned.

“Mom, I’ll be home soon.” You paced in one of the empty halls of the high school with your phone pressed against your ear. Down the hall pass a few opened double doors, parents and kids were talking and making their way outside. It was already 9 PM and you were seriously late for your curfew. Not to mention the fact that you had to be home and get enough sleep to actually talk to your Aunts who would be visiting from New York. “I’m just out with Kelly right now.”

“Oh, really?” Maddy asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Hi, sweety!”

Hearing Aunt Rue’s voice made you close your eyes. Leaning against one of the walls with you sighing. “Okay,” you said. “So, I’m not hanging out with Kelly. She decided to go over and hangout at Aunt Lexi’s place to be around Sam. I’m at the girl’s basketball game.”

At home, Jules spun around from the cabinet to look at her wife and Maddy in surprise. As much as you went out with friends, the least expected place you could be was for a basketball game.

Maddy, being the most confused, braced her hands along the edge of the island. “Why are you there?” She asked. “I thought you hated basketball.”

“Oh, I do, mom,” you laughed. “A person invited me to come. It was the fi-”

“Oh, my God!” Jules exclaimed. “Do you have a crush with one of the girl’s on the basketball team?”

You pushed yourself off the wall and started waving your hands in the air, looking like a damn fool. “No!” You exclaimed. “No, no, no! I do not have a crush with anyone on the basketball team. I just wanted to go and watch it.”

“Good on you, Y/n,” Rue praised. “It’s better than one of the guys on the football team your dad coaches.”

A groan slipped past your lips as you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning your head to find none other than Tasha with a warm smile. “Hi.”

You damn near dropped your phone at such a beautiful sight. But managing to compose yourself, you smiled before turning away. “Okay, I’ve gotta go. Okay, love you. Don’t call me again. Love you, bye!”

“Wait, Y/n-”

The phone call ended with you turning to Tasha with a nervous smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She laughed softly as she adjusted the strap on her bag.

There was painfully odd amount of awkwardness as the two of you didn’t know what to say to one another. Nodding to yourselves, hoping the other would come up with something to converse about. But you hadn’t had anything in mind considering the fact that you hadn’t expected Tasha to actually come over to you. Maybe just a simple greeting as she was leaving, but not come over where you were all alone.

Pursing your lips, you jutted a thumb over your shoulder. “Pretty crazy game you guys had- Hmm!”

Tasha’s hands cupped your face her lips pressing against yours. Almost instantly causing you to melt into it and reciprocate.

When she pulled away, she let out smile. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

From that night on, your guys’ relationship had been instantaneous. A lot people hadn’t expected you to date someone like Tasha. But it was happening and there wasn’t much you could say on it. It wasn’t like you regretted it because the way she treated you was enough for you to deal with the constant questions of why from everyone.

The one person you hadn’t had the confidence to tell was your mother. She often questioned you quite frequently when you started to come home later than usual. Damn near 3 AM is the only time she would see you throughout the day sometimes and it was scaring her. But the more she persisted, the larger the divide she created. An ocean between lands.

You’d just wanted to be happy and be happy with the girl you loved. And each day, she was making that difficult.

Maddy was stood in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard your footsteps moving down the stairs. “Hey, sweetheart,” she called. “I’m going to be making us some tacos. I was wondering if you wanted to-”

She glanced up to find you not even acknowledging her existence or what she had to say. Only seeing you fully dressed up with your keys in hand.

A frown pulled at her features as she quickly followed you. “Y/n, where do you think you’re going?”

You stopped short of the door, back facing her as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m going out.”

“Like hell you are!” Maddy said. “You’ve been going out night after night and sometimes not showing up at all! I’ve been easy on you, but this has got to stop.”

Finally, you turned and faced her. “You did this all the time when you were my age,” you pointed out. “Why can’t I do the same?”

“Because I said so, Y/n,” she seethed. “Give me the keys.”

Maddy watched as you stared at her before shaking your head. “No.”

“Y/n.”

“I’ve gotta go.”

“You aren’t going anywhere,” she stated.

“Bullshit, watch me.” This tone and selective words you had chosen had never been used on her before. It shocked her at how surprisingly collected you seemed to be. The hollow look in your eyes scaring her even more than you already had.

“Watch your tone!”

“I ain’t watch shit with you!” You spat. “Leave me the fuck alone- Don’t fucking touch me mom!”

All she could do was gasp at the bruise that had been revealed just barely from your left arm sleeve. Noticeable hand prints that had turned all different shades of purple and orange. It was brutal and made Maddy’s stomach turn.

Her lips parted as she pointed to your arm, mouth closing and opening, trying to concoct the words stuck on the tip of her tongue. “Did she do that do you?” She asked. “Did your girlfriend fucking do that do you?”

When she tried to step closer, you stepped away. “Step near me again and I swear to God I’ll beat your fucking ass!” You warned.

“Y/n, has she been hurting-”

“Fuck you!”

Maddy felt her chest tighten as you glared at her with nothing but hatred and resentment. “Fuck you!” You repeated. “I fucking hate you! Don’t be jumping to conclusions when you decided to fuck an asshole who had red flags all over his ass! I can’t fucking stand you being on my back all the fucking time with you being so fucking protective and shit!”

“My job as a mother is to be-”

“Well I wish you weren’t my mom!” You cried. Mascara smeared and streaming down your cheeks. “I wouldn’t be this way if you didn’t have to go and date an abusive asshole who I can’t even stand being related to you! I wish you would just fuck off and get out of my life! I fucking hate everything about you!”

Tears streamed down Maddy’s cheeks as she nodded, licking her lips as she stepped forward in hopes of restraining you. But as she took the first step forward, you cold-cocked her across the face. Sending her flying to floor as she held her nose that started to drip with blood.

“Fuck off me, bitch!” You yelled. “Don’t fucking call me or talk to me! Stay out of my fucking life!”

She had watched you leave with the whole bottom half of her face covered and smeared with blood. Tears streaming down her face as she continued to cry out for you to come back. Pleading for you to just talk this out. If only she’d known...

“As you’re a minor, Miss Martin, you will be tried as an adult with the total of 45 years in jail for the first degree murder of, Y/n Perez,” The Judge announced. “With the chance of parole being given after 20 years of your sentence is carried out.”

Maddy sat there, lips parting as she inhaled shakily with her eyes lifting to Tasha. Finding the girl sitting there emotionlessly with her lawyer on the other side of her. Her heart had sunk to the floor as she grabbed a handful of her shirt at the center of her chest. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around you with the additional sound of yells filling the court room.

“You killed my daughter!” Nate yelled. “You fucking murderer! You took everything from me! You deserve death you fucking bitch! I fucking-” Guard ran over, stopping him from sprinting at Tasha who stared at the man fearfully. “I’ll fucking you! Why did you have to do this? Why?! Why my baby girl?!”

Nate had begun to be pulled out of the court room with police quickly rushing over to Tasha to get her out of immediate danger. Meanwhile Maddy had folded into Jules’ arms with sobs racking her body. Your last words echoing in her mind like a broken record.

Maddy doesn’t know how long that house has felt so cold without your warm presence being there. Her heart aching every day and reminded of the last few words you two had shared together. She wanted to make it up to you. Make what things right and support you in any way she could. She had even gone as far as to contact Nate and ask if he’d seen you at school. When he said that you hadn’t been showing up, her anxiety rose.

Thankfully, Nate had given her the name of your girlfriend, Tasha Martin. So, after a few quick google searches, she had figured out where the girl lived. When she finally arrived, she spotted your car parked out front the large house. Getting out, she started walking towards the front door with her eyes scanning the neighborhood.

But her body froze up when she heard a scream and the loud crack of gunshot. Her head snapping in the direction of the front door, she ran over. “Y/n?” She called. “Y/n?”

She didn’t care to knock on the door as she busted through. Gasping when she found you laid out right at the bottom of the stairs to her left with a red patch of blood surrounding the side of your abdomen. A whimper escaping your lips as you turned your head to find your mom.

“Mom?” You whimpered as Maddy snapped out of her momentary shock.

“Y/n!” She said. “Hey, what happened? Wha- What happened, Baby?”

“I- I don’t know.” You cried when your mother pressed her hand to the wound.

“I know it hurts, sweetheart, i know.” Maddy’s eyes snapped up to the top of the stairs to find the culprit. Tasha with a pistol in her hand as she stared at you in shock. Despite the bloodlust Maddy felt, her worry was focused on you. “Call 9-1-1, please!”

Tears stuck to your cheeks as you held onto your mother shirt for dear life. “I wanna go home, mom!” You cried. “I wanna go home, please! Please, take me home, mommy!”

Maddy held a hand on your wound, feeling her hand drenched in your blood as she nodded, tears feeling her eyes. “We’re going to go home, baby,” she cried. “I promise you, I’ll get you home. Please, someone help us!”

Your eyes fluttered, about to close until Maddy cupped your face. “Look me in the eyes, honey.” She only got a cry in response, the adrenaline and shock not having even kicked in before and after the gunshot.

A sob escaped your lips as you shook your head. Tears staining your cheeks as you began to cough, sending waves of pain to your stomach. Blood started to erupt from between your lips with each cough and staining your teeth and lips.

“No, no, no.” Maddy reached up, wiping the blood as your head tried to stay up. Lulling back every other second as you cried.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” you cried. “I’m so sorry, mommy.”

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Maddy sobbed. “Just stay awake, all right? Just keep your eyes on me!”

You whimpered as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. Maddy glanced back for a moment before looking back at you and seeing your lifeless eyes staring up at her.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She lifted you into her arms, cradling you just like she had done when you were a babe. “Hey! Someone help! Please, someone!”

She rocked you side to side, hoping that it would wake up up as she tucked your face in her neck. “Don’t do this me, Y/n,” she whispered. “Please don’t leave me.”

Bottles surrounded the coffee table with a drunk Maddy’s feet knocking a few over. The left over contents from some spilling onto the carpet, but she couldn’t care enough. Her eyes fixated on the screen of the movie you two used to watch all the time.

Sipping from her new bottle of beer with her vision wobbling. Head lulling side to side as she tried to steady herself to he best possibility. Hearing that familiar deep hum emerge from the speakers of the TV. Heart aching even more with a new wave of tears brimming in Maddy’s eyes. Besides your room she hadn’t dared to touch, this one of the only reminders of you.

It was late at night and Maddy had just gotten into bed. On the brink of passing out until she felt the shift in her bed. Looking over her shoulder to find her 8 year old daughter sliding into the sheets.

“Hey, honey.”

You opted for a hum, which made Maddy raise a brow and turn over. Wrapping an arm around you and pulling you flush to her chest. “Couldn’t sleep?”

She earned another hum in response. As tired as she may have been, Maddy had promised you when you were 6 that if she had trouble sleeping, she would sing you your favorite songs. She would easily admit that she cared more about your well-being then her own.

So, she softly pulled you away just enough she could look into those beautiful eyes of yours. A small smile on her lips as she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Do you remember how the song goes?”

That made a large smile appear on your lips as you nodded. “Yup!”

The sheer look of excitement had Maddy letting out a soft chuckle. Hand resting on your cheek and stroking her thumb across your cheek bone soothingly. “I have crossed the horizon to find you.”

Although you were adorably slightly off queue with her, Maddy continued. “I know your name,” she sang softly. “They have stolen the heart from inside you. But this does not define you.”

When you first heard the song, you had made the surprising observation of connecting it with your mom’s and dad’s past relationship. It had damn near brought tears to Maddy’s eyes as she nodded in agreement and spent most of that night talking about the man. Nothing venomous leaving hers or your lips. Just pure sorrow of what could’ve been.

“This is not who you are.” A smile formed on Maddy’s lips as she nodded towards you.

With a large adorable smile, you sang, “You know who you are.”

#maddy perez daughter #euphoria #maddy perez #euphoria hbo #euphoria imagine #alexa demie #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez being a mom #maddy perez x daughter!reader #x daughter reader #x daughter!reader #maddy perez angst

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beantothemax · 11 months ago

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NO THIS IS THE SECOND DAY OF TWISTED KARUMA

seeing kazuma’s mask again just reminded me that wow we still have kazuma’s whole deal to handle along with the. everything that happened yesterday huh. this has been a very long past few weeks for ryunosuke naruhodo

OH MY GOD ARE YOU STARTED ON THE FINAL CASE

#SORRY TO EXCITE #I wouldnt dare make that much progress without keeping you and calc informed #mav dni #pie dni

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these-detestable-hands · 11 months ago

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SVAROG IS LITERALLY MY DAD IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM I RIOT

#Pie won't shut up #Pieangle strategy #Calc dni

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bumbleklee · 2 years ago

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masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | family series

prompt: childe is your calculus tutor. that’s it. right?

pairings: childe x gn!reader (no specific anatomy)

warnings: NSFW [MINORS DNI], grinding/dry humping, making out, college!au, 1.5k words

Childe has pretty lips.

Like, really pretty. And you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that but you do – way too much. You focus on everything about Childe, like how blue his eyes are and how he’s got two lip piercings that are totally symmetrical from one another. You focus on how soft his hair is and how badly you want to run your fingers through it. He doesn’t use any product so you would be able to rake your fingertips through every curl easily. You focus on Childe’s ring-covered fingers and calloused palms and trimmed nails.

You’re so busy focusing on Childe that you don’t focus on your calculus homework.

“Pay attention,” Childe says.

“I am,” You lie.

“What’s the derivative of tan?”

“Something.”

He laughs and you start to focus on the sound. You wouldn’t mind hearing it again. It passes through your ears like your favorite song and you hum against the inside of your cheek. Childe is good at math. And he’s good at English. And history. And psychology. He’s good at everything and you’re starting to wonder if he’s actually gifted or if it’s just confidence wrapped up in a charismatic smile.

“It’s secant squared,” He says. Childe reaches over to write something down on your paper and repeats, “Pay attention.”

Studying ends eventually. You won’t focus on your homework and Childe knows. He invites you back to his place and you shouldn’t go, you should stay and study, but you go anyway. He lives in an apartment with three other roommates but none of them are home so you raid their pantries and eat stale potato chips and half-frozen pizza bagels on the floor in the living room.

Childe is older, and cooler, and probably knows exactly what’s doing. In fact, sometimes you think this is what Childe does everytime and you just happened to be his next victim. Not that you’re complaining.

“You know Amber? The girl that sits in front of us in calc? She asked me out,” Childe says casually.

“Oh,” You say, “Okay?”

“Do ya think I should go?”

“What?”

Childe rolls onto the ground and balances his plate of pizza bagels on his stomach. “You can’t do math and now you can’t speak English?” He adds, “I think she’s annoying. But what do you think?”

You want to ask him why it matters what you think. Instead you say, “I think she’s nice.”

He clicks his tongue, “Yeah.”

For a minute, you don’t add anything else. Why would Childe ask you for your opinion on his love-life? He was your tutor, barely your friend, and surely your words held nothing (right?). You cross your arms and think about Childe’s and now you’re focusing on his strong biceps that stretch his thin t-shirts taut. You don’t tell him this but his arms would look better around you than Amber.

“Do you want to go to my room?”

For the second time, you ask, “What?”

The lights are off in his bedroom and neither of you flicker them on. When Childe crawls onto his bed, you’re right beside him. “How did you get accepted to this university?” He asks, shifting his body so his hip-bone is jutting against yours. His arm slips around your waist and your stomach clenches. “You’re going to fail out before you can even graduate.”

“You talk so poorly for someone who's supposed to be helping me,” You counter.

He smiles, “Sorry.”

You can feel his breath against your cheek. “You’re annoying,” You say. “You and Amber would be perfect together.”

Childe snickers and his arm tightens around your waist, “Too bad I'm not into her.” He looks uncertain. It’s different from his usual demeanor. He’s being uncool. But he tries to brush it off when he hooks his ankle around yours and moves his face forward.

You feel hot, understandably, and you wonder if your hands are clammy and your cheeks are dark. Either way, it’s terribly unsexy and you still don’t know what Childe is up to. (Not that you’re trying to be sexy – you’re supposed to be studying).

“Is something wrong?” Childe licks his lips. His tongue pokes out between his lips and runs over his symmetrical lip piercings. They tug at the flesh and give with a pull and now they’re shiny. “Do you want to kiss me?”

His voice is quiet. And gentle. And everything you didn’t expect from your calm and collected calculus tutor. When you don’t answer, Childe unhooks his body from yours and rolls away.

He drags a hand down the side of his face and laughs, “I’ve gone soft.” He waits a moment and then turns to look at you, his eyes glazed with curiosity, “You gonna give me an answer?”

You blink. “What?” Slips from your mouth again. Today, seemingly, it’s your favorite word.

Childe shrugs, “No?”

“No,” You say, “I mean…not no…but…”

He sits up and looks like he’s going to slide off the bed. “It’s cool,” He says slyly. But it’s not cool and you grab his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. He’s even closer than he was before, somehow, and your thigh presses against his crotch. Childe watches you intently. He’s waiting for you to say something, do something, but you can only stare in silence. A shaky hand reaches up to cup your chin, “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

You hear your own voice before you can register, then you’re speaking, “Kiss me.”

Childe leans in and his lips press against yours. For a moment, it’s awkward. You remind yourself that he was your tutor, barely your friend, and maybe you shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe you should be downstairs in the lounge studying for your calculus test. But then Childe’s hand moves to the small of your back and pulls you in and you decide that maybe it doesn’t matter. He’s a good kisser and maybe you want to kiss him more, maybe you want to kiss him harder.

And maybe you press your thigh against the growing tent in Childe’s pants just to hear what else can come out of his pretty lips.

“You…” He pulls back to take a deep breath and his eyes are dark, “Looks like there’s something you’re finally good at – this.”

Childe doesn’t waste any time kissing you again and you learn how utterly needy he is. He pushes you back and rolls on top of you. His tongue is in your mouth and his hips rock against yours frantically and you feel like you’re drowning. You want to touch his body, focus on every inch of unexplored skin, and make this feeling last forever.

His name slips from your lips in a shaky whisper and every time Childe rolls his hips against yours, your stomach clenches. If he doesn’t stop, you’re going to explode.

But he doesn’t stop and you groan when it hits you. Your body shudders, your skin hot and tingly to the touch, and Childe buries his face in the crook of your neck. He grinds his body down particularly hard and his hips suddenly stall. An agonizingly perfect moan escapes his mouth and you swear it sounds like euphoria.

He lays on top of you for a moment before rolling to the side and staring at your breathless face. His fingers ghost against your chin, turning your head to look at him with a delicate pull. He suggests cautiously. “Can I…?”

“Mhm.”

Childe reaches down to unbutton your jeans. His fingers brush against your heat accidentally but once your pants are scattered somewhere, his touches are purposeful and it makes you shiver. He kisses you again, this time slower, and breathes against your lips.

“I don’t want to be your calculus tutor,” Childe says quietly. You stare in confusion so he adds, “I don’t want to be just your calculus tutor.”

“You want to be my English tutor, too?” You joke.

Childe cracks a smile before his expression goes serious, “I want to be your boyfriend who helps you with calculus. If that’s…”

You smile to yourself. It’s unnerving to see Childe so capable of doubting himself. And you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that but you kind of like it – like that Childe was so phlegmatic and level-headed until you came around and didn’t know what the derivative of tan was. You hug an arm around his middle.

“We’ll get to do this more often,” He adds, as if he’s trying to convince you.

Your face heats up again in arousal and awe and the blatant curiosity of what it would be like to explore your calculus tutor in that way. What would Childe feel like? What would he taste like? What sounds would he make?

But this goes beyond sex and both of you know that. For a moment, you mind wanders to think about holding Childe’s hand around campus.

“You’re bad at giving people answers.”

“Sorry,” You say. “I want you to be my boyfriend who helps me with calculus, too.”

“Okay. Cool. Me too. I already said that.”

You kiss him again and decide that you’re definitely addicted to the feeling. But you don’t mind because Childe has pretty lips.

a/n: bumbleklee comeback LOL!!! spread the word!!! reblogs, comments and likes are hugely appreciated and i hope you guys like this short :)

a/n a/n: THIS IS ALSO DEDICATED TO MAL HEHE @rqnvindr

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