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[mattsbow]

ㅤ𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 // 𝙢. 𝙨. ୨ৎ

summary: pussy drunk matt (blurb)

cw: oral (f!receiving), pet names, hair pulling, softdom!matt

an: my first work on tumblr im sorry for any grammatical mistakes cuz english isnt my first language

// 532 words

matt was a starving man for your pussy. always. every sex you guys have ends with his tongue buried deep inside you, licking and sucking on your folds until you cum on his face. not like you mind that, though

he holds your thigs, his fingers grip your flesh and you think there’s going to be bruises tomorrow, but it doesn’t worry you right now. you focus on matt between your legs, his breath hovering over your sensitive skin as he does a long, long lick, leaving you gasp for air.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on his strands, your cries in pleasure make him smirk against your flesh as he sucks on your sensitive bud of nerves. you squirm under him, trying to squeeze your legs together, but his head between your thighs doesn't let you do it. he holds you still on your place while eating you out like a drunk man.

little moans and whimpers leave your parted lips when you buck your hips up for him, almost riding his face in pleasure. “shh, b— babe, gotta be patient, ‘kay?”, he raises his head, facing you. your juices glisten on his face when he gives you a little smirk, leaning back to your pussy. this man always knows how to make you scream for more.

you feel the knot tightens in your stomach as matt continues to eat you out, he licks from you dripping hole and makes you yelp, your grip on his hair tightens more and you whine in pleasure. “tastes so—.. so good, baby”

“cl— close”, the first word that leaves your mouth for today. you arch your back, begging him to continue, begging him to make you cum. “know, babygirl, i know”, you can feel a smirk is tugging  on the corner of his lips, he knows he makes you crazy, he always does.

matt continues his assault on your pussy, his licks long and loud across your slick folds. his one hand on your stomach, holding you on place, while his other holds your thigh and leaves little bruises on your skin. he makes you see stars through your half-closed eyelids. when matt feels your hand leave his hair and grip the silk sheets under you, he knows you’re close. he pats your thigh, his breath hovering over your sensitive bud, “cum f’me, pretty”

and only god knows how intense your orgasm is. you cum on his face, a high-pitched moan leaves your lips and you arch your back, letting out little cries in pleasure. matt raised himself on his elbows, a smirk plastered on his face as he leaves little kisses on your thighs, quiet praises lets out from his mouth. he looks up at you and you can see adoration in his face. a sight of your cum over his face makes you blush and you giggle shyly, burying your head in the pillow, in attempt to hide your face.

matt licks his lips, tasting you. he crawls back to you, peppering your neck and jawline with little kisses, “you weren’t that embarrassed a minute ago when you were moaning and letting the whole neighborhood knows who makes you scream”

© mattsbow

[babybatxxx]

I find it funny that the only canon non-binary character I have seen in anime looks like this

I mean it’s accurate

[jqmalikhsgib]

insta blurb fifteen

👔👔👔👔

ynhotchner

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ynhotchner this is yn hotchner and i herby confirm what they say about big feet 😌

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fentyhotch she’s so serious!

ynrihanna oh, wow 😯

trendyri im blushing

rihannanews okay! we see you

ririqrt wait, im confused?

dojacat oh—?

pennyg did not need to know that

ahotchner

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ahotchner made my husband first post a picture of me. that way everyone knows he belongs to ri 😌

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rihannanews she said she doesn’t play about her man

riri she’s so beautiful

fentyhotch im in love with her

tmz noted

brock220 he don’t know how to handle all that! let me show you how a real man can treat you

ynhotchner @brock220 oh, honey! one thing aaron hotchner knows how to do best is handle me. i don’t need any help in that department 😌

dojacat letting hoes know he’s yours

ynhotchner @/dojacat gotta…his dms are blowing up more and more

mamafenty

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mamafenty my beautiful baby girl <3

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ynhotchner love you so much mama

pennyg ❤️❤️

ahotchner my angels

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papafenty our angel is beautiful

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ynhotchner baby hotchner says hi

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ahotchner you look amazing, baby

fentybeauty hi, baby hotchner

rihannanews we love to see the bump!

ynfenty im so obsessed with this outfit

antinum1 i will never get over this baby bump

fenfentyfen i love you ri

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rihannanews @ynhotchner seen waiting for her husband to pull up at a restaurant in nyc

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badgalri rihanna style needs to be studied in history books

ynfenty i adore how she’s not wearing maternity clothes!

ourqueenyn she’s so cute

queenprincessqueenrnb i can’t with how beautiful our princess looks!

[shurislover]

basketball riri headcannons !

- these are just my lil blurbs of how i feel basketball riri would be

- dedicating this to @pantherheart cause i always see her talking about riri fics and she writes some of my favorite riri stories 🫶🏾

basketball!riri who has a necklace with your initials all in gold. she makes sure everyone knows she’s yours

basketball!riri who likes kissing you specifically infront of this one dude who’s been crushing on you for years

basketball!riri who looks out for you in the crowd because you’re her lucky charm. every game you’re at Riri scores the most points

basketball!riri who always brings you to practice. you love watching her in the zone.

basketball!riri runs up to you so you can give her a quick pep talk when you feel like her head isn’t in the game

“ why you fucking up baby ? stop letting the lames beat you at your best sport. you got this. If you win this game i’ll give you something special later.”

riri for sure won that game and got her special surprise

basketball!riri buys you the exact same jersey she has so you can always match her at games. Everytime she scores you jump up yelling “ that’s my baby “ “ yup #4 is mine “

basketball!riri loves sneaking you into the locker room just to make out with you

basketball!riri who lets you braid her hair into her iconic slick back cornrows

“keep moving ri and im gonna pop you in your head “

“ baby you know im tenderheaded”

“ doing all this flinching and movement im already done “- you smiled

Riri walks over to the bathroom & checks herself out in the mirror

“sheesh baby you got me looking good “

“please put a durag on i’m not rebraiding your hair because you fell asleep without it “

Riri softly giggled cause she knows damn well you’d rebraid her hair if she asked

basketball!riri always gets shy when her whole team gassing her up once they see you enter the gym

“ OOOOOO looks who’s here, the only person that makes riri soft as cotton candy “

“ y’all hush , i’m not soft “

“ yeah okay , let y/n even look at you… best believe you folding in seconds”

“ yeah cause that’s my fine ass lady “

basketball!riri who loves matching with you anytime she’s invited to a party because wherever ever she goes you go , and y’all know riri has to look fly when she’s out

basketball!riri who has about 8 polaroid pictures of you in her locker and she kisses each and everyone of them before she starts a game. she claims it’s her good luck charm pictures

basketball!riri who also has your signature on her sneakers. she calls them her “ lucky sneaks “

basketball!riri who finally breaks down and agrees to get matching nails because you claim they’ll look “ sooooooo pretty “ while holding a basketball

basketball!riri who teaches you all the basketball terms so you understand what’s going on at her games

“ baby what’s a back court ?”

“ oo that’s the area of the court farthest from the offensive team's goal. “

“iight baby you know what a swing man is ?”

“ hmm that someone who plays guard and forward”

basketball!riri who always mentions you when being interviewed. always saying how much you mean to her & how you’re the reason she wakes up everyday

basketball!riri spoils the fuck outta you .

“ baby i heard you mention you wanted a new black telfar bag so i bought you every size in black”

you never have to lift a finger around basketballriri she drives you everywhere and anywhere. you never have to cook or clean cause she does it for you. her excuse is “ pretty girls like you don’t need to work “ “ you’re too pretty to be washing dishes “

…

writing head cannons is so much easier omg

[novasintheroom]

Misc. question but I have to wonder—

I’m not sure what era Prince Vash would take place in but…would something similar to donuts exist? Does he hold up his regal presence but try to inhale the sweets like an animal when no one’s looking because he absolutely loves them?

How much of a dork is this Vash, I need a scale.

Oh don't you worry, Prince Vash loves his sweets!

I'm not entirely sure what era he'd be in either, besides saying "medieval" mixed with "fantasy" lol but that's the beauty of the au! Donuts exist in it! Riri's, one of the local bakeries, carries the best apple cider donuts he's ever had.

He often takes a jaunt down to the castle kitchens to "sneak" a snack (it's not sneaking, the staff know him and his hiding spots very well). He's also often out and about in the surrounding city of the castle, trying new or favorite foods his people have made. His people love him very dearly, as he's open, personable, and charismatic in that charming kind of way. Many joke around with him. And you can bet you'll find this prince near the sweets table at any party!

Living with Nai, however, puts a bit of a damper on his "dorkiness," as Nai is always impressing upon him the need for "duty" and "decorum." The court and nobles don't see Vash as very princely due to his leaning toward being "for the people," but Vash lets Nai take care of them. Rem also taught her boys, while she was still alive, how to be gentlemen in high society. So while Vash is still Vash, he's lost some of that wildness that we see in canon Trigun, due to having a more stable life and living situation.

Does that give a pretty good scale? Idk idk lol thanks for asking this though! It helps to put my thoughts on paper, so hopefully more blurbs (and maybe even a story?) will come out!

[riris-indulgence]

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Hello! I'm Riri/Lilith and this is my little writing blog :]

I'll mainly be doing x reader stuff probably, but if the mood strikes me and I feel selfish enough I might do oc stuff.

as a note, blue links lead off-site and pink links lead to other tumblr posts

My main blog, lots of reblogs + I do digital art

Requests info

Requests will always be open, however I have other things to do in life so I will probably be slow with answering everything. If there's anything I'm uncomfortable with, I will answer the ask in private, or just delete it if it's anon. Please be mindful when requesting something.

Will and won't do's + fandoms + masterlist under the cut

Masterlists

Will do:

X reader

Afab and gn reader

Headcanons

Short blurbs/fics

Sfw

Nsfw

Long form(will be posted to ao3)

Won't do:

Amab rader(I'm afab and not comfortable writing something I don't know. This goes for trans reader as well, because I don't think I could accurately write it)

Descriptions of self harm

Non-con

Underage nsfw

If there's something you're wondering about for both of these lists, please send an ask about it. I'm generally pretty chill, but I don't like writing for something I don't know very well/think I can portray properly.

Fandoms

Dungeon meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Pokemon(gen 7, 8, 9)

Splatoon games

Honkai Impact 3rd(Won't do part 2 characters)

Ninjago

[pidgemotoiii]

Silly Billy

Scotty x reader: Banana episode(if u couldn't find it)

An: Hey yall uhm college is kinda tough. I'm writing this literally at the end of my spring break. Most likely this is gonna be followed by the Riri one-shot that I was gonna do for valentines day (muddo) or Hot for Shuri pt. 3 so I can finish that off. I need to stop writing these long ass plots. Motivation is so not it lmao, I want to write these longer stories but I think my cap is 4k and smut is such a challenge. Anyways make sure you take screen breaks. Also I really enjoy the comments and reblogs, I'm just trying to be more interactive with people on here. I hope you enjoy the fic!

Fic blurb: Poor Scotty she only knows one way to love. In abundance-

Warnings: Stalking lots of stalking, light smut (i'm tryin i'm tryin), swearing, Mentions of criminal activity, Reader is ambivalent to most of Scotty's activities.

Word count: 4.3k

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It was six p.m. on a Monday night. The cream-colored walls of the apartment added tension to a mood that sorely didn’t need it. An older woman in a bed lies down in a pale blue night dress. Her daughter presumably- finishes getting dressed. She fixes her hair and kisses her mother on the forehead. She tugs on the girl’s hand and fixes her face to say something. The thought she has on her mind is making her uneasy. 

“Viv, don’t be daft with her ok- just ask her out and be nice, and if she says no, move on don't get all silly this time. Promise.”

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“Hey, Phoebe! Where's that iced macchiato for Dean?” You strained your voice. The Saturday afternoon- summer heat was getting to you. Your work shirt and apron hug your body tight, and you thank the above for deodorant because the AC in the coffee shop was not doing you any favors. “Phoebe-” 

“That iced macchiato. I got you- I got you” Phoebe swerved around you and rang the bell, “Dean! Iced macchiato with two pumps of vanilla!” 

“You didn’t have to say two pumps-” Dean told your co-worker, marginally displeased. 

He adds a ‘thank you’ and goes to sit in the corner. He sits and stares at the glass door- like he's waiting on someone. A dark skin girl walks into view, she has on a plaid shirt with a green overcoat. How she survived in this heat was a mystery to you. Her hair is permed and styled with a bang in the front. Her head whips around looking for her friend until her eyes lock onto yours. Her eyes are wide, seemingly trying to memorize your face and features in five seconds. 

"Scotty!" Dean shouted- breaking the intense connection you two had. You peered over in the direction he was waving. His presence was demanding her attention, once ‘Scotty’ realized how long she was staring her face froze and her color drained. She pivoted in Dean’s direction and swiftly shuffled away toward him. 

You decided to play this game a little longer. You came from behind the counter to stock the shelves. You grabbed the box and a step ladder, and you muttered ‘excuse me’ and left your lips as you passed them. You unpacked the box and started putting stuff away, catching a bit of their conversation. 

“So- I found a way to get that four hundred quid” Dean sipped on his drink attempting to engage Scotty in conversation. While Scotty was busy drooling over how great you look in your apron; and how great it would be to feel under that apron, her mind wandered. 

She would be exhausted, coming back from a job that ran way too late and a client that ran his mouth way too much. She would round the corner and that same little black apron would be tied around your waist. You would be bent over the counter, and a sliver of fabric would be wound taught over a very gleaming gem. Obviously, it was Scotty’s gift from last year’s valentines day. Jazz would be crooning through your shared apartment. You would turn around slowly and ask her something awfully important. 

“Scotty?”

“Yes?”

“Yvonne still sends you letters?” Scotty does not take this well- you could see how her face morphed into a scowl. 

“Dean! Can you stop talking about her please?” Scotty begged Dean; her eyes began to water a little. You wondered why she had such an adverse reaction to that name. You felt a bit of pity in your stomach for the cute girl but were irked at the thought of someone treating her so badly. Your quick lapse of sympathy was proving to be your demise- you could feel the overpriced reusable cups falling out of your hand. 

“What the fuck!” Dean’s drink splatters on himself and Scotty. The clang being so egregiously loud sends you into a state of panic. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” You profusely apologized and ran to get napkins. After you found some, you race over to their table to clean up some of the spills. During your furious cleaning, you didn’t hear Scotty muttering under her breath. Terrified at the

“Can I make you a free drink or something-” 

 “I think you’ve done enough- thank you.”

“Dean-” Scotty’s tiny voice paled in comparison to Dean’s irritation. Dean snatched the napkin from your hand and evenly split it with Scotty- he handed it to her gently. As you walk away Scotty grabs your hand and brings you down closer to her face.

“I’m sorry, he isn’t usually like this-” Scotty reassured you. You knew she meant well but the only thing you wanted to do was get out. Scotty tugged on your hand again, not letting you go to do your job. 

“No- I’m serious he just hasn't gotten laid in a while-” she whispers through an awkward smile and giggles. You are bewildered at the very arrogant man and his weird date- that your face starts to betray your friend at all-time service worker training.  

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I.” Scotty’s face drooped and she quickly dropped your hand. She looked pitiful- you had to say something.

“No, it’s ok I’m not that uncomfortable I’ve heard and been in worse.” That did not make her feel better- she was about to sob again. All that ran through her mind was all the different ways that people made her uncomfortable and how she was now in the same category.

“What have you bloody done now?! Scotts let’s go.” Dean got up and kissed his teeth and gave a look to Scotty. She gives you a final quiet sorry and they leave not without Scotty putting up a fuss with Dean to give you an apology.

 You let out a sigh- your daze was interrupted by Phoebe. 

“Wow- I’ve seen you fuck shit up but now you fucked shit right up” she gave her unneeded commentary. She made it up by giving you the rag so you could clean up the mess. 

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Mondays are the worst- you already took shit from asshole customers but today marks that day you’re sticking up for yourself. You thank heaven for your break in between Saturday’s mess. A very long and hot shower was taken to prepare yourself for Monday’s madness. An angry letter from your landlord is looking very promising in your future. Making breakfast is your next plan of action- you made a tuna melt and lock up.

You make your commute to the bus stop when you realized that the buses weren’t running today because of maintenance.  You remember they were talking about striking a week ago- you kissed your teeth and debated going to work today. 

You already passed that insurance place that might as well be a money laundering scheme. ‘They’re already stationed from Manchester to Hampshire they might as well be’ sounds off in your mind. They call excessively about an ‘alpha package’ and the only reason why is because your mum and dad signed up and put you under an emergency contact. 

Lately, the calls have been more frequent and stranger- you start to recall one-

You were rudely interrupted from your Sunday nap- dazed and confused you slide over to your bedside table.

“Hello?”  you asked tentatively. 

A light breath hitches, echoing crackly through the cheap phone.  

“Look- I don’t want the stupid alpha package. Stop fucking calling oh my god!” you slam the phone on the receiver ending it. You feel a pang of slight guilt, but you remember where it got you last time.

‘What the fuck is that’ a piercing noise startles you- prompting you to take a peek around the wall. There- in the parking lot is a person besides a green van. They hunch over looking at what you assume could be a phone that they smashed onto the gravel. Their baseball cap matches the color of the van-

‘Fuck-’ they see you- they see you. The decision was made to go to work, and you take off in a sprint. It was better to go to a crowded area than to lead the person to your house. 

you hear the engine starting- “Fuck!”  you can’t tell if it’s as loud as you think or if it’s just your heart beating out of your ears. Your mild sprint turns into a breakneck speed-

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By the time you reach work it’s a quarter past nine- The door handle acts as your crutch as you hunch over trying to catch your breath. You see your reflection in the glass, your hair is frizzed and sweat lines your brow.

“Jesus, you look terrible- what the hell happened.” Your designated favorite, Maggy- she does her work, and you do yours it’s a lovely partnership.

“Thanks- why the hell are you here- you’re not on shift today.” You walk over to wash your hands and put on your apron. 

“Boss asked If I could come in today, said he’d pay me overtime at double.” A sigh left your lips. “No but what happened to you?”

“I think I saw someone getting rid of evidence.” She looked at you puzzled and slowly brought her fingers to her lips.

“No- I did not smoke a blunt.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” 

“Positive?”

“Maggy- Im being serious.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Next in line, please!” You take a breath and recalibrate yourself to do your job. “Hi can take your order this morning.” The day keeps getting better- why is she here again? She was just embarrassed as you that day why couldn’t she have gone to another location- there’s one, two streets down.  

“I-I’m sorry, we were doing work on t-this building and they sent me to get them some coffee.”

“I get it you didn’t wanna walk far.”

“Y-yeah.”

She proceeded to tell you her order. You whipped it up in ten minutes and tapped on the bell. “Order for Scotty!” Her head popped and she sprinted over to the counter.

“I don’t see a macchiato?” you joked trying to lighten the mood and ease her nerves. 

“o-Oh he said he didn’t want anything.” The more she spoke the more her voice quieted. 

“You know you didn’t have to apologize again.”

“But I wanted to!“ as her voice climbed an octave, you made an ‘awe’ sound. Scotty pushed her chocolate croissant to you. 

“i-I want you to have it. If I told you when I was ordering, you would’ve said no. That’s if you’re not allergic to chocolate or gluten or- “her speech picked up speed. You think of your cold, soggy, and unappetizing tuna melt as you took the croissant from her hands; your stomach grumbled in awe. 

“Thank you, Scotty, that’s very thoughtful.” She smiles and giggles in delight. You tell her that if she stays any longer with you their coffee is going to go cold (and that she’s holding up the line but you do that gently). She shuffles out the door with a skip in her step and a high-pitched ‘bye!’ 

“You made her day.“ 

You paused in between a bite of your croissant. “Stop it-“ 

“It’s true! I think she has a little crush.” You rolled your eyes.   

“Whatever, I’ll let you enjoy your gift. I guess you’ll tell be about your run-in with a brigand some other time.” Your answer was the same as the last. 

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Scotty had become a regular at your job. For the past three weeks, she orders about four coffees and a chocolate croissant for you. You two have developed a sort of kinship- she’s so dedicated it’s endearing if you had to say so. She pops up on your breaks sometimes and eats lunch with you. 

 On occasions when you have the evening shift Scotty waits with you as you close up. Normally You two talk about your work but she decides to open up to you today. 

“Sooo you work in construction?”

“yeah-” Scotty’s getting better at answering you, she even looks you in the eye when you two conversate. 

“That sounds interesting where’s the site?”

“We’re just fixing up this flat for rent.” She tells you the location. You gasp-

“That’s just right across from me!”  

“Really?” If she wasn’t giving you one hundred percent of her attention to you before it’s at a hundred a fifty now. 

“Yeah! It’s so funny I can’t even imagine you lifting a hammer.”

“I even do electrical work.”

“You’re just so handy.” Scotty giggles as she beams with pride as you compliment her skill set. “Think I could get your number so I could call you if I need something fixed.”

You guess telling her telling you about her work is as deep as it’s going to get for now. Scotty gives you an erratic nod, and you two exchange phone numbers; Scotty’s through stuttered and broken words. Her alarm goes off signaling she has to get back to work.

“i-I can stay like I do on Saturdays, it’s fine my boss doesn’t mind, I swear.” She says urgently to you. You grab her hand and clasp it in yours. Her palm is rough, numerous healed scrapes and blisters cover it. 

“No, Scotty you have to back to work and so do I.” You two do this song and dance on almost every occasion though today felt very different. Her eyes start to water and she lowers her head. You steel yourself in order for both of you not to lose your jobs. “Scotty- Scotty look at me” she raises her head to look at you “We’re not going to war- I’ll see you tomorrow.” You end with a chuckle. Scotty seems placated by your laugh and reassurance and musters up a sentence.

“Can I call you, when I get home.” You let out a loud cackle and swiftly give her a kiss on the cheek. Scotty lets out a tiny whimper- “Just text me before, I don’t want to be asleep-“  

“Am I going to be disturbing you?-  

“Scotty! Go!” you practically shove her out the breakroom door and through the front door. She leaves you with a giant wave. 

You sigh in relief. That was one of the longest shifts you have ever had. You blame it on your anticipation for your call with Scotty tonight. The moment you hear the click of the locked door, you race home. 

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Reaching home and shutting your door. You go to your shower, scalding water as always. You don’t know why but you really like this girl. It doesn’t help that she looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. You run your hands down your neck to your nipples. They start to peak from the stimulation. You move your hand down to your pussy, but nothing really felt as good as those calloused hands against yours. The best thing is to towel off and do your skincare routine. 

You stare from the bed at your open window longingly. You check your phone 0 message- calling her first seems like a great idea but selfishly you want her to make the first move. The vibrator in your drawer is tempting- your pants are already off. Scotty’s call you bang your head against the headboard.  

The clock strikes eight and you toss and turn in your bed. Your restlessness leads to dragging your feet toward the AC panel. ‘Not working of course-‘ at least you have a reason to call- ‘No- No’ you don’t let your mind wander to the person haunting your dreams. It’s ridiculous what three weeks of nonstop affection, gifts, and heavy stares do to a person. You decide you need some fresh air, and the siren song of the cool breeze is taunting you. 

Your feet drag against the hardwood flooring towards the window. You open the window- ‘Fuck’. The car, the car it’s outside you shut the window and the curtains. ‘The fucking car it’s outside.’ Your legs are locked to the floor and your heart feels like it’s lurching out of your chest. ‘They’re gonna kill me- they’re gonna kill me.’ You feel like hell, nearly falling your way to the floor and crawling to your bed. Your heart won’t stop- it’s not supposed to stop but in this case, you would love it to slow down. You should’ve called your parents last week, they haven’t heard your voice in a while ‘Now they might not hear your voice at all.’

Bzzt! Bzzt! Your phone- oh my god- Scotty! You are so happy about Scotty’s resistance to instructions right now. You creep towards it making as little noise as possible. 

“Hey! It’s Scotty! Sorry about-“her voice booms through the speaker of the phone. Her nervousness is conveyed through her high-pitched voice. 

“Scotty- Scotty shh-“ 

“w-What happened?” she quieted down. 

“Someone-“ your throat starts choking up, and tears stream down your face. Every inhale you take tastes and smells of salts.

“Who?” 

your breath stutters- “Someone is outside my flat-“

“Who?”

“I don’t know who-“ you steady your speech to make a coherent sentence. “There was like someone dumping e-evidence, I think. I saw them smash a phone on the ground by a van- I don’t know but I think they’re criminals.

“Why do you think that?” Why is she dismissing you like this? Why is her voice so eerily calm. How is she thinking this is helping you?

“Because it’s the same fucking van is outside my fucking flat- what aren’t you fucking getting.” You sniffle loudly as you cradle the phone to your face.

“What color is it?” What-

“Fuck! Why do you- it’s green, the van is green, it’s outside-!”

“I’ll be there.” 

“Scotty?! Scotty no- stay there please!” your scathing whispers were only met with the dial tone. 

Scotty

Call the police

Call the police!

Don’t come to the flat please!

                            Read at 9:00pm 

What the fuck is wrong with her? 

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No but, what the fuck is wrong with Scotty. How does she keep getting herself into these situations? She knows it ended fairly well for her- why jinx that? She is infatuated with you but now knows that love should be a slow process- taking the time to get to know one another. 

The kiss you gave her today, she skipped-tripped and almost slipped on her way back to work. Which she never lied to you about or so she tells herself. She is a handyman but on the weekdays, she works at your favorite company. If you only knew the days, she would watch you from the maintenance van hoping to get a glimpse of you. Not really the first time she used her job to get leverage onto you. It wasn’t her fault that your parents signed up- she was doing her job trying to recruit a new customer. 

All those calls- Scotty, and her coworkers were amazed at every day- how she wore her red cap and the giggle before she took it off. Especially that Sunday one, she knew she shouldn’t have done it but when she heard your groggy hello, it was all worth it. She would’ve saved it- a wave of happiness rippled through ought her body broken by your loud swearing. As usual, a giggle left her mouth after the cap left her head- though her joyous moment was ruined when it wasn’t her work phone but her cell. 

She pondered for weeks on what to do. She prayed you never checked the caller id-but, the suspense weighed on her chest. So, one day on a particular Monday morning she decided to nip it in the bud. Destroying her phone- it was dramatic but so is Scotty.

Through destroying her phone she felt that she could start anew, court you the right way. Buy you treats, spend time, and learn more about you. But that kiss, your kiss- your lips were so soft, so different than when Dean would give her a kiss on the cheek. Scotty wanted to know more, feel more, and be more. Which is why she’s petrified and struggling to find a way to park this van and get to your flat by eleven. She told herself it was going to be quick, you two would be on the phone for an hour and she’d go home right after. 

There is a reason that people say old habits die hard.

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A loud knock at your door echoes through your apartment. You check to see if your cutlass is still under your bed-

“It’s Scotty-“ she said cautiously knowing you were in a heightened state. You paced over to your door. 

“Nobody’s out there with you?”

“Nobody.” You unlocked the door. Scotty’s hair was matted to her forehead from sweat, and she was shaking and out of breath. She stepped into your apartment, collapsed onto you, and buried her head in your neck. You felt her tears wet your neck, and her arms nearly crushed you from the strength of her hug. Hugging her back was mandatory- it felt so relieving to know that she was ok, the feeling was mutual. 

You were compelled to kiss her face, and she answered by pecking your neck gently. This was forbidden territory for her, she was tense but almost losing you gave her more than a bit of confidence. Scotty trailed her kisses down your neck and into your bosom. Nuzzling and nipping ever so softly, you let out a moan. Your nipples start to peek out from under your shirt, and she further squeezes you into her. Running her hands down your back and into your sleep shirt, her cold hands snap you from your trance.

You coo her name into her ear. “No- no I don’t want to let you go.” She pleads with you. “You don’t have to I just want to check for the van.”

 “I didn’t see it when I came up.” You stood your ground and her arms finally let you go as you clasp her hand. You two walk over to the window, lo and behold Scotty was right it was gone. It was safe, you were safe, just one thing. 

You take Scotty’s hand and trail it up your chest cupping it over your breast- her palm recoils from your touch. “I thought you didn’t want to let me go?” “I don’t!” she answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “i-I wanted to ask you out first. When we got on the phone but uhm I’m not blaming you for any of this, the van and you were crying-” You bring her palm up to her lips to quiet her.

“Scotty, I want to go on a date with you.” Her eyes light up and her mouth crinkles at the sides from how hard she’s smiling. “Just one request though, can you stay the night? Please?” Scotty starts hyperventilating again, she wants to say yes but you have a feeling that something important is stopping her. 

“I can but-” there it is “I would have to leave, and I don’t want you to think I was ditching you or something. My mother is at home by herself and I have to take care of her but I don’t want to leave you alone, at least for tonight.” Your heart melted at her confession; she was finally opening up to you. It was also divided, her mother at home by herself when Scotty had rushed to your flat, you shook your head. 

“Does that mean no?”

“No, it means if you’re gonna stay, you need to take a shower. I have spare clothes.” Her attitude perks up again, and you start to see your regular Scotty again. She practically skips off to shower and when she emerges; she flops down next to you on the bed. You make a come here gesture with your fingers and Scotty happily rolls towards you, wet hair soaks your pillowcase. 

“You were quick.”

“I wanted to be done before you went to sleep.” Again, she says it like these are concrete facts. If she only knew the indirect charmer she was. 

“Somehow, I don’t feel like sleeping.” Scotty twitches slightly but stays silent. “You don’t wanna say anything now?” She turns her head away from you, and you turn it back towards you. You tuck your head underneath her chin, and your nose nuzzles her throat. 

“Still Nothing?” Her neck gets warmer, you feel the heat radiate onto your face. Her actions are catching up to her and nearly fucking you in the kitchen standing up is the least. Scotty called your name.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” Scotty crashed her lips into yours. This is what it came to, a complete delight. Your lips felt even better on hers and tasted like chocolate, just like Scotty dreamed of. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and her hands snuck underneath your shirt massaging your nipples. Scotty’s calloused hands provided a level of friction that could not be replaced. She climbed on top of you, putting her weight on your forearms, caging you in between your arms.  

You spread your legs for her, and she took the hint and slotted her hips in between yours. She subsequently peels your shirt off your body. Her mouth trails down your chest and begins to suckle. Your breath hitches as Scotty looks up from your breast. She analyzes you and decides that her favorite part of your face is your mouth. She loves kissing it, the way she nipped it, and a whine escaped your lips. 

Your favorite part of her face is her eyes, they’re glossed over with hunger. For you and you only- “unh Scotty- lower please.”, she nodded and got to work. 

[generallysapphic]

Hey . . . can you do a one shot with hood!riri x nerdy!reader based on the blurb @thevenusianleo wrote please

Also can I be the 💋 anon . . .

THANK YOU 🙏

lemme go and read it right quick bc their stuff is always so good

[goddesspharo]

ficmojis? 💡⭐ [turn your shattered dreams into rhapsodies]; 🗝️📜🎵 [all the world's a stage]

ask me about writing!

For turn your shattered dreams into rhapsodies:

💡-What was the motivation behind the story?

I loved the first season of Roswell, New Mexico so much (the best season tbh), but there were some threads in it that I really wish they'd followed through on during the subsequent seasons. One of the most intriguing things about Kyle in S1 was that he trying to do better while living with the guilt that his dad died thinking that he was going to be a douchebag forever. And when he finally found out that this guy he put on a pedestal for so long was actually Very Flawed and not always great but tried to be better, instead of exploring sad, hot, introspective Kyle being fully in his feelings era, they saddled him with an extremely meaningless romance with Steph, who then peaced out offscreen! In contrast, I think Isobel's post-Noah arc through the first half of S2 was great, but then the show kind of forgot about it. But the thing that I really wanted them to get into post-S1 was that there was a part of Isobel that loved Noah and when she found out he was a monster, she didn't know how to reconcile that. (When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.) I'm still low-key obsessed with that idea and would write a billion fics about it. But in terms of this fic, it made sense that these two extremely hot people who spent large chunks of their lives trying to be perfect would gravitate towards each other because there were only a finite number of people who knew the truths that they did and maybe it was easier to be vulnerable with someone in the group who was, at best, a friend-by-proxy. And also, your honor, I love them! I've wanted them to go there with Kyle and Isobel since she mind-controlled him into stabbing her ("like bad girl RiRi") and while I appreciate a good slow burn like everyone else, they could've started it a hell of a lot sooner! (It's also not satisfying if they fumbled the whole of the final season so we never got to see those losers date! I will never get off that soapbox!)

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

I I like the scene where Kyle calls Isobel over to help with Rosa's wayward powers only to make up a work emergency to get out of the line of fire when they look like they're about to kill each other. The Isobel and Rosa banter was extremely fun to write!

For all the world's a stage:

🗝️-What were you thinking when you wrote it?

The 2015-2016 awards season was a great time to be a Domhnall Gleeson fan because he was doing so much press for Star Wars (I think?) and had done all this press for Ex Machina was and going to all the award shows for Brooklyn and The Revenant and looking extremely handsome. It has been so many years that I can't remember if it was in a podcast or if I made it up in my head, but I remember him talking about how great Alicia Vikander was when she was getting buzz for The Danish Girl and I was already so much about them post-Anna Karenina and Ex Machina that of course I was all about it and the thought of them running into each other at one of these things was enough for sustain me. Also there was this at the BIFA and to this day I love it with all my heart, Back in those days, the post-awards show stuff was also so much fun because no one knew what was happening at those parties except blurbs in Vanity Fair about the most random mish-mosh of celebs talking or dancing or getting drunk together so you were free to let your imagination run wild. Leo was still thirsting after his first Academy Award so the memes were hilarious. It was truly the halcyon days of award show fodder and I miss them. (And also everyone would get drunk at The Golden Globes because it was the only one that wasn't a dry event so it was EVEN BETTER.) Now everyone is boring and the circles are all the same and it's the same argument about how the frontrunner for an Oscar shouldn't be the frontrunner and blah blah blah, let Domhnall Gleeson be in more Oscar-nominated stuff.

📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future?

It was a ton of fun, but we do not have to worry about it happening in the future because Alicia Vikander is committed to never making a good movie again! The least Alicia Vikander and Domhnall Gleeson could do is get on the work-together-every-ten-years-and-be-delightful train that Jessica Chastain and Michael Shannon have boarded.

🎵- Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?

It's been so long that I have no idea what I could possibly have been listening to at the time and since the title is from Shakespeare instead of a song, past!me didn't even help out there. I bet you I was listening to something from Carly Rae Jepsen's Emotions album on repeat at some point throughout the course of writing this thing.

[mattsbow]

INTRODUCING. . .ᐟᅟ

ㅤㅤdad!matt & nanny!reader

O1. READER. a 22-year-old nanny. you have always loved children, even been a camp counselor and helped kindergarten staff. kids are drawn to you, seeing you as their best friend at first sight, always able to cheer them up. you did not plan to work as a nanny, but, being in a difficult financial situation, you found a great job with a divorced father who paid decent money for the fact that you agreed to look after his sweet daughter.

O2. MATTHEW STURNIOLO. a 25-year-old single father. his girlfriend got pregnant at twenty and after the birth of the child decided to leave him, leaving a one-year-old girl on the shoulders of a young father. at first, it was difficult for matt, he constantly asked for time off from work or left his daughter with his mother or his brothers. matt realizes that he can’t do this anymore, so he decides to hire a nanny for his daughter, hoping that this will improve the situation. however, the situation improves in terms of his personal life as well.

O3. CLAIRE STURNIOLO. a four-year-old girl with bright blue eyes and dark curly hair. the girl constantly wanted the attention of her father, who was always disappearing at work. however, when a nanny appeared in her life, she stopped being so attached to the father figure and often did not even notice how the time spent with you flew by. she loved to braid your hair, play mother and daughter and hide and seek, sometimes even secretly talk about boys! just tsss, dont tell it her father

O4. PLOT. after the nanny appeared in matt's life, everything literally turned upside down. the man began to come home with a smile on his face, and not with the realization that not only his beloved daughter, but also household responsibilities await him. however, in addition to his daughter, he also meets you at home, with a bright, radiant smile, while you play with claire on the living room floor. sometimes he just quietly leans against the doorway of the room and looks at you with a warm smile on his face, until one of you notices him. he is glad that he finally decided to hire a nanny and he is glad that it is you.

۶ৎ this is my first au! dont wanna turn it into a FULL fanfic, but im about to write some blurbs and maybe texts from dad!matt <3

☆ english is not my first language !

© mattsbow

[hugheshugs]

Hey! I hope your having a great day/night!

But I was wondering if you could do a request for Jack Hughes and make if fluffy where he’s being pretty clingy bc he hasn’t been around y/n a lot? Totally fine if not!! thanks a lot if you do though!

hihi !! this was sent in a long time ago but i hope you're having a great day or night as well. i decided to post some blurbs for the birthday boy. happy birthday jack rowden <3

you had an inkling you knew what was coming. you and jack started dating before he left for new jersey, so you'd been together for a while now, but he never got used to the feeling of not having you in his arms.

it was a luxury at this point. so when he came back home to michigan and you were on summer vacation, most of your time would be spent at his place.

the first day was rough. he almost started crying in your arms.. in front of his family.

"jack, baby, what's wrong?" you muttered into his ear, holding him tight.

he burried his head further into the crease of your neck. "i just missed you a lot."

you heard him sniffle and let out a small sigh before lightly dragging him up to his bedroom. you closed the door behind you and pulled away from him for a split second, only to be pulled right back.

"hey, i'm just going to grab you some comfy clothes. i'm right here, okay?" you spoke softly, bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck.

"i'm fine in these," he murmured with an arm squeezing your waist.

"you're wearing jeans and a fat ass jacket. c'mon bub, let's get you changed."

he let out a low whine before reluctantly letting you go, following closely behind you. you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face.

god, i love him, you thought to yourself.

you grabbed his favourite hoodie and a pair of sweats from his dresser before holding them out to him. he simply stared at you, red eyed.

"jack, my love. you need to change," you told him, slowly shaking the clothes in your stretched out hand for him to take.

his bottom lip quivered. "can you help me? please?"

you nearly cooed at the sight. "of course i can, anything for you."

after helping him out of his old clothes and into the new, you both settled into his bed. you wrapped your arm around him and brought him close, which he took as a sign to rest his head on your chest and drape an arm over you.

he pressed light kisses to the skin on your exposed neckline, mumbling little things like i missed you so much and i don't know how to live without you.

"jack?"

he hummed as he closed his eyes, relishing your embrace.

"did something happen?"

with a shake of his head, he let out a tired sigh. you brought your hand to his hair, massaging his scalp to calm him down.

"just missed you," he said quietly. "had a good season, got injured.. just wished you were there."

you ducked down to press a soft kiss to his head. "i'm here now. we've got months together, let me make up for not being there."

he shook his head once more. "you've already made up for it. this is enough, thank you y/n."

"i love you jack. i'm sorry, i really am," you apologized with a whisper. the boy was tuckered out, you could tell by the way his breathing began to slow.

"no sorries.. i love you more."

needless to say you stayed still until he woke up hours later, and again, he wouldn't let you go.

[boeswhore]

hihi my love !! little request for blurb night, how do u think quinn would feel abt crushing on luke's best friend? i was wondering how he'd go about that situation 🥴 love u <33

prompt and blurb night!

prompt list!

warnings: none :)

hihi riri ! i love you so much bubs <33

okie okie so this is what i’m feeling !

so you and luke have been best friends since forever, (diaper days and all)

you’d always been at the hughes household growing up!

but i mean that’s meant to happen if you both are next door neighbours :))

he’s been there for you through it all— like by all i really mean ALL.

heartbreak, breakups, puberty you name it!

you have also been close with jack and quinn!

they’ve treated you like a younger sister, always ready to beat luke’s ass if he ever hurt your feelings.

jack and quinn have always seen you like a sister like i said before..

that was until quinn began to play for the canucks and you would not see him as much when he went away on road trips which sucked.

you and luke definitely grew more mature but your friendship never lost its spark.

luke would begin college hockey at michigan and you supported him through it all!

finally getting to the good part :)))

summer came along, which meant hughes brothers would be at home ;)

which also meant quinn would be at home.

you see; quinn has always seen you as a sister.

but when you went to watch a few of his games with the hughes family since ellen and jim considered you to be their fourth child.

it hit him that he might like you more than the thought he did.

but he first pushed it off.

he tried to convince himself that he can’t like you. definitely not.

i mean— you are luke’s best friend. it’s kinda weird.. isn’t it?

when another guy tried to hit on you when the four of you (jack, quinn and luke) went to get ice-cream.

oh man did he lose it.

“she’s off limits, fuck off.”

but he pushed that aside too; just making sure you didn’t get hurt by some player douche. that’s about it right? totally..

but when you ran up to give him hug, jumping into his arms after he scored a goal and racked up three assists— he realized that just being friends wasn’t gonna cut it.

obviously, he was nervous. he didn’t want to sabotage his younger brothers friendship with you. that was definitely not his intention.

his mind raced with thoughts. what if luke likes her? what if she likes him? what if she likes someone else? what if she only sees him as older brother kinda figure?

jack had figured it out..

and man did he bother quinn after, finding any opportunity to tease his older brother when you were around.

luke being a bit slow didn’t catch on to the feelings his older brother has for his best friend until a bit later on.

and he just smirked.

“i kinda already had a feeling you did.”

quinn’s mouth falls open, “what do you mean?”

“i mean it was kinda very obvious.”

after luke trying to convince him millions of times to ask you out; quinn finally got the nerves to get up and ask you out.

you were taken back; but i mean you can’t lie, quinn is an attractive guy— (he really is omg)

you agreed, and let’s just say you both hit it off real well ;)

but luke would be there, ready to beat his brothers ass if he even made you cry one tear.

“hurt her and i’ll kill you.”

“trust me luke, if i ever hurt y/n i will bring myself to you and let you.”

[literaryslapshot]

hihi ! for blurb weekend, could u do #6 of hurt/comfort for quinn hughes? thank u !!

- riri <3

"show me where it hurts"

blurb weekend, every weekend

contains: mentions of injury, a few cuss words, fem!reader, dad!quinn

you didn't exactly see what happened, but you certainly heard it. you heard the sound of your son, mason, fall to the floor in the living room with the sound of his horrible cries come seconds after.

quickly getting up from your spot at the kitchen table where you were doing work and jogging into the living room, where mason was laying on his back on the carpet, in front of the entertainment center. you put two and two together, figuring he must have run into the edge.

"show me where it hurts, bubba," you said, squatting down to your knees to get to his level. mason had tears in his eyes, his lips turning out in a frown. he pointed to his head, where you could see a slight red spot forming on his forehead.

"what's wrong? is everything okay?" quinn asked, walking down the stairs and seeing you with mason in the living room. you picked him up and kissed him on the head, walking over to where quinn was standing behind the couch. "what's up bud? can you tell daddy what happened?"

you knew he would tell quinn what happened, he was a daddy's boy through and through. quinn took him from your arms and mason immediately rested his head against quinn's chest, finding a comfort there. you slipped away to get a small bag to fill with ice so that he wouldn't get a bump.

at first mason opposed the ice, not liking the cold temperature on his skin. "no! it's too cold, i don't wike it!" he yelled, slapping at the bag you held in your hand.

"bubba it's gonna make your head feel better, so that you don't get a bump on your head." you parented, resting against the kitchen island with the bag in your hand, while quinn held mason in his arms.

"hey," he whispered, looking into his son's eyes, "i promise to give you ice cream later tonight at dinner if you keep the ice on your head for at least twenty minutes."

mason looked at quinn, back at you, and then up at quinn. he muttered a light "okay," and let quinn put the ice on his forehead. he walked to the couch with mason in his arms and the ice pack on his head.

"you know daddy sometimes has to use ice on his body, after games and stuff. it helped me feel a lot better, and this is gonna make you feel better too." quinn explained, sitting on the couch with mason in his arms. he turned on a movie to help get his mind off the cold ice, rubbing his back to calm him down.

[jqmalikhsgib]

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amberfenty you’re so in love it’s sickening

riri don’t be jealous

ynfenty show us his face you coward!

riri why should i?

beyonce ❤️

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riri ill see what i could do for ya 😉

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mamafenty i want to see my baby walk down the aisle soon 🤨

riri you will mama. promise

rihannafan3 wait, does this mean he’s the one?

riri isn’t it obvious, baby?!

jennijar cute shoes! i want a pair

riri baby got em’ for me! they’re one of my favorite pair

[shurislover]

Yeah.. We Matching

Riri Williams x Black Fem Reader

lil blurbs (?) drabbles ( whatever y’all call these lol ) of You & Riri matching

Matching Hair Colors

“ Baby close your eyes I have a surprise “ - Riri yelled from the bathroom

You smiled and closed your eyes “ They’re closed”

You listened as the bathroom door closed and your girlfriend running into your shared bedroom.

“ open”

“ baby no fucking way ?”

“ yes fucking way “

Matching Nails

“ bae pull over let me take a picture of our nails “

( obviously riri got the short nails 🤭)

Matching Jewelry

“ What I got… you got princess “- Riri smiled

“ You stay buying expensive ass jewelry baby“

“ Listen my baby and I gonna look fly regardless “

Matching Sneakers

Riri is a HUGE sneaker head , anytime y’all go out she wants you matching with her. She’s always first in line for the newest sneakers. She wins all the raffles and gets free sneakers AND she’s got about 4 sneaker plugs.

“ Baby we wearing our black and white 4s today , “- Riri smiled

“ There’s never a day we don’t match “-

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y’all i tried to find matching tattoos but they’re either ugly or cringy asf. anyways matching with your boo has to be the cutest thing ever 🥺🥺

[asvterias]

Yeah guys, I’m tired of my writing skills tbh. Can someone please tell me why the hell did I think ‘oh let me write up a cute riri blurb since there’s hardly any stories of her’ and my mind somehow interprets it and says, ‘yeah, great idea……but- bUt… let’s make this in a onehsot format instead.’

Now I’m starting to wonder whether I should keep my oneshot mode or take some pieces out. Y’all please help a gal out.

Do you guys want the long version or short version? Please answer back, so I don’t look stupid.

Short: 300 words or less

Long: 300 words and more

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