#u know what idk maybe that piece IS on the left

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yachi hitoka x m!reader | teen pregnancy pt.1 the news

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between yachi and male reader.

wc. idk | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst to fluff, teen pregnancy mentions, etc.

links: tsukishima | kenma | yamaguchi | hinata | kageyama teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

╭⋅Ok so, she started acting weird but you were okay with it since well… your gf tends to go really shy randomly or is busy with her school activities (since you’re in a diferent clasroom) so thats ok for you!! ╭⋅She also avoids you but… as i told you you didn’t find it too weird until.. ╭⋅You REMEMBERED YOU GUYS HAD SEX NOT TOO LONG AGO ╭⋅Damn… is your game so bad she wants to break up but it's too shy to do it??(˚☐˚”)/ ╭⋅No… i mean it cant be that bad right? You thought as you entered the gym cuz guess what huhhhuhh you are also part of the team heh… ╭⋅So you usually see her around and walk her home when practice is done, BUT ITS BEEN WEEKS QND NOT EVEN A GLIMPSE OF HER?? Ofc you see her but yk what i mean!! ╭⋅Anyways going back to yachi, she found out not to long ago an decided to stay away for a while, cuz i mean- how is she going to tell you she is pregnant?? You guys been together for a while but she’s even SHY TO GRAB YOUR HAND UGHHHH ╭⋅ But ofc she tells kiyoko!! Who somehow misunderstood and uh well… thinks you left yachi cuz ur a piece of shit ╭⋅ One day randomly at practice (yachi isn't here either) kiyoko makes some kind of double sided comment?? Really snarky. Really salty. And you are like DA FUCK?! I thought we were friends?! ╭⋅Cuz YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON. ╭⋅ So when practice is done you go to kiyoko and SHES SO MAD AT YOUR ASS. And you are like wowowow ok caLM DoWN. ╭⋅She ends up spilling the tea and you are just standing there like ╭⋅ WHAT?! ╭⋅She has the same reaction as you when you explain that you were not aware of the situationship!! ╭⋅She apologizes profusely and feels bad about doubting your love for yachi :c ╭⋅So now you run to find yo girlfriend !!

You didn't think much of it at first.

Yachi has always been shy.

Random handholding made her face red as a tomato!! She'd trip over her words if you kissed her cheek. It was one of the things you loved about her.

But lately...

Something felt off.

Yachi had been distant. Avoiding you in the hallways, cutting conversations short, and finding excuses to skip out on your usual walks home together. It was weird, but you figured maybe she was just busy with school. Still, the pit in your stomach wouldn't go away.

And then—

The realization hit you like a volleyball to the face.

You both had sex not too long ago. Your mind spiraled.

Was your game that bad that she wanted to break up but didn't know how to say it?! No, no way. Right? RIGHT?

With that dreadful thought circling your brain, you entered the gym for practice. As usual, Kiyoko was there managing the team. But Yachi?

Nowhere to be seen.

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Weeks had passed, and you hadn't seen her after practice even once. You usually walked her home, teased her until she got all flustered, and watched her smile that shy little smile.

But now? Not even a glimpse of her.

The unease sat heavy in your chest.

Everything was going as usual.

Until Kiyoko hit you with a snarky comment right after tsukishima reminded you about the fact that you had not yet delivered your corresponding part of the project and it was due tomorrow

"Some people just abandon their responsibilities, huh?" she said, voice dripping with disdain. You blinked, everyone blinked! caught completely off guard.

"What?" you asked, confused. "Are you... talking about me?"

Kiyoko shot you a glare that could kill. "I thought you were better than that, Y/N."

Your brain short-circuited. "What the hell are you talking about?!" you said as u moved closer to Hiyoko, moving out of hearing range of the rest of the team.

Kiyoko crossed her arms, her expression ice cold. "Oh, don't play dumb. Yachi's been missing practice for weeks, and she already told me why."

Your heart thudded. Hiyoko knew but not you? HER BOYFRIEND?

"Wait-what? Why?" your voice laced with concern

"She's pregnant." she scoffed, she couldnt believe the way you played dumb!

You froze. Completely. Like someone hit pause on your life.

"WHAT?!"

Kiyoko raised a brow. "You mean to tell me you didn't know?"

You could only gape at her. "NO! I-I had no idea!"

It was Kiyoko's turn to freeze. "Wait... You didn't...?"

"No!" you yelled. "If I knew, do you think l'd be standing here like an idiot?! I love Yachi! I'd never leave her!" you panted, i mean what a way to find out you were going to be a teen dad tbh...

Kiyoko's face softened in an instant. "Oh... Oh my god, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I thought..." She shook her head, horrified. "I thought you abandoned her. I should've known better."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's fine. But where is she? I need to talk to her."

Kiyoko nodded. "She's been hiding out at the library, she waits for me to go home. She doesn't know how to tell you."

You didn't wait another second.

You grabbed your bag and ran.

You sprinted to the library, not stopping for breath until you were infront of her.

After a while you finally found her, she was at the back of the library, sitting while reading her notes, her eyes were red, probably from crying. Her eyes widened when she saw you.

"Y/N..?"

You were panting, but you didn't care.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" you couldn't help but raise your voice a little as tears welled up in her eyes you regretted that decision "I-I was scared."

You stepped forward, gently taking her hands in yours. "Yachi... You don't have to be scared. I love you."

Her lip trembled. "But... I didn't know how you'd react. I thought maybe you'd be mad or-" You cut her off with a soft kiss and stroking her head

"I could never be mad at you. We're in this together, okay? You're not alone." Yachi sobbed, throwing her arms around you. "I'm sorry for avoiding you. I just... didn't know what to do."

You held her close, stroking her hair, how could you blame her? Even you didn't know what to do.

"It's okay. We'll figure it out... Together."

She pulled She pulled back, looking up at you with teary eyes. "You're really not mad?"

You smiled and chuclked a bit. "No. I love you, Yachi. And I'm not going anywhere."

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Kiyoko went out of her way to help Yachi whenever she needed it, still feeling guilty for her earlier assumptions.

And as for you?

Well, you never missed a practice - But you never missed a chance to walk Yachi home again, either.

Because this was your future. And you'd do anything to protect it.

Anything.

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ok not smoking cigarettes is not that bad i’ll be honest like i was thinking this was going to be WAY worse

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a/n : yes i'm an ed relapse account but look at me rn and tell me i give a fuck 18+ only. PLEASE. and i havent written smut in a while so bare w me if i randomly del8 this | creds to r/Realistic-Cat7696 for the image

CURLY - MOUTHWASHING | 18+

cw: THIS IS REALLY BAD. softdom!curly x afab!reader, juggleballs exists(but only to exist), fuck idk. both of u are just horny :(

despite the optimistic attempts of the tulpar's acclaimed captain, there were times that temptation could not be bought away by simple discipline. sometimes, watching you rub the sleep from your eyes with the bottom hem of your shirt, your silhouette staining shadows afront the night time window screen— he can't tear his eyes away when he knows you're not looking.

seemed neither of you could sleep after that booming argument exchanged between the captain and his co-pilot. curly tossed the paper-thin sweetener packet your way as he passed by your lounging stance on the sofa. picking it nimbly with your fingers, you read the minimalistic packaging. predictably ironic, how some of the most detestable items on earth have become a luxury. on earth, you imagine, curly had just generously given you a piece of chocolate.

"don't want sweetener?" asked you, with mild incredibility. it's the one thing that made most of the food on board bearable anyway. "i don't have a taste for sweet things." he said. "you sure?" your head tipped boredly on the headrest, watching his back frame. he smiled mildly, just barely over his shoulder as his mug turned hot with coffee. "you can ask anyone. they'll tell you." right. but you're not really up to chatting with jimmy. and, well, speaking of jimmy, it seemed that both your minds were holding the same face coincidingly. he sat down beside you with his eyes trained on the screen. sometimes, you get a bit tired of the view and its entirety. just a bunch of dots symbolizing different celestial masses. like you weren't already surrounded by it. "hey." "yeah?" you hummed. he should've thought for a bit longer. curly struggled silently piecing his words together, until he blurted. "do you think anya was right about that dead pixel?" he took a hot sip. and you, glanced back at the illusion. that thing again. the whole dead pixel theory circulated around the freighter a few days ago. of course, knowing daisuke, he believed it the moment the possibility came. "... as long as it's seen, it's still there, no?" you tucked your knees in a bit. you looked at the captain. "i could believe it as long as there's a reason to." he almost looked pensive. but he didn't. the captain's face was stoic, at best. he liked pulling the curtain whenever he looked like he was struggling. you couldn't taste, that hint of regret that circumvented his mind. it left a bitter tinge on his tongue; trying to make it seem like it was just the coffee. "sometimes i wonder if i'm being misled by the bigger picture." he whispered softly as he found himself melting around you vulnerably. you hummed, again. "maybe you had him looser than you thought." the proximity between you suddenly felt palpable. but make no mistake, it was intentional. "but still. i believe, or at least have to believe in you." "i don't like letting anyone down." curly sighed as his eyes fell to his lap, and then came the unconscious outburst aroused by your presence. his heart raced. his cheeks blossomed. "and you." especially? "you're losing your head in the bigger picture again." "right." curly abandoned his mug on the table. he couldn't catch the mellow, lip-lined grin that reached your cheeks when you looked at him. but then curly did. he fidgeted with his employee card as his subtle, lighthearted smile mirrored yours while he spoke again. "and what's got you so happy?" curly questioned hushedly without glancing at you. maybe the wall next to you, or the vase across the room. but never your eyes. he might just turn to stardust. "nothing." leaning your temple against the knuckles of your fist as you rested your elbow. sure. you're thinking about nothing. nothing is the feeling of his lips. nothing is the way you're looking at each other a little too long without words. nothing is the nervous gaze under his eyelashes as either of your lips turn tangible before they took each other. why were you pretending? can he please be more than this? he couldn't take it anymore. and he was so soft and breathless. gently gripping your shoulder. your fingers traced delicately over the clothed sternum where his heart thrummed at the ship's pace, practically. like a magnet to your touch, felt like it was trying to reach you through his ribcage. goddamn it. curly took your hand and brought it just right by you with his cosy calloused fingers between the gaps of yours. you've officially anchored the captain to you. hook, line and sinker since the start. silent hums of appreciation from his throat as his kisses grew fleeting. hurting you was a nightmare. maybe kissing you with coffee breath was a bad idea. "you drive me insane at every turn, you know that?" he mumbled into your hair. his fingers reflexively squeeze around your palm. "but I love you for it. You keep me on my toes, challenge me, keep me from getting complacent. I wouldn't have you any other way.

you were turning needy at a quicker rate than you expected. every affectionate gesture only caused your desire to flicker. and with that confession, you swept in for another. words don't do much good, anyway. "curly.." you mumbled subconsciously. that. except that. that, he needed. your arms lifted to loop around his neck and curly helped like you couldn't do it any quicker, guiding your elbow over his shoulder before he took your waist in his arms, all his stress suddenly leaving so silently the moment it recognized your body.

no taste for sweet things? yeah, right. he couldn't even take his mouth off you the moment he got you into his quarters. his hands fell from your wrists to idly trace your arms, over your sleeves before stopping at your buttons. you nodded before he could even ask. his hands were there, why play oblivious? curly's lips stemmed beyond yours before his fingers got to work with unclasping with little grace. you could hear his breath just adding on a little more weight the more he got to see your skin, which earned short-lived pecks from him. "this okay?" he muttered with your shirt open. it tickled a bit, which was probably why you held onto his bicep impulsively. "yeah." you rasped quaintly. he leaned forward just to taste your voice again, that soft whimper you let out rendering sweetly on his tongue as it pushed past your lips. those hands were warm over your sides as they took a gentle feel of your torsic skin. his hair was your favorite fidget, the waves feeling just right in your fingers as you tugged carefully. curly's love-hazed gaze did an overview of your body whilst his hands rested on your lower back, like he didn't want to let go of you. once unclasping your bra, he traced his fingers over your scarred skin, awakening every sensory before you reeled the captain back in for another liplock. he groaned. "mmh." he brought the stray hand back around the small of your back to haul you onto his lap. he smelled so clean.

your thighs hooked over him, straddling him from where you lay. you've pushed curly to a point where it's starting to grow painful just being in his clothes. you pulled away from making out once you've struggled out of your clothing, pony express's uniform making heavy rustles as it took your panties with it. he had to contain his voice in his throat. "..fuck, you're so beautiful." he whispered, albeit how embarrassingly corny it was. the truth dresses for no one. he brought a thumb to swipe gently over your tender clit. almost moaning with you. he almost doesn't have the need to take his own clothes off, he's happy to just make you feel good and end the night with that. but he knows you've been waiting too long. you're an inch away from soaking. so could you really help the drop in your stomach when he reached between your legs to unfasten his thick belt? curly's hand engulfed the sheets, bunching it in his fists as he teased his tip against your pulsating core. the first inch in, his hips gently sputtered at just how tight you were. his throat took a similar manner as he gasped. "mmh-, hold on.." you whimpered, pawed and grabbed at him, your voice breaking out into a full cry you kept to yourself as he bottomed halfway. the bed would softly rock, just tapping against the room walls as he tried to get used to the feeling despite the heat creeping hotly to his face. a simple, mechanical motion that churned the moment awkward at first. you blinked at every contour of his body that you could touch. "curly.." you tugged at him. his fingers dipped just a little deeper into your waist just hearing you speak. he couldn't focus but the pleasure gave him a drive; back and inside you as his cock pumped its girth softly with the slick of your arousal, eliciting the lewdest of noises. "y-yeah? what is it, honey? what do you need?" he cooed. "..n-nothin'.." you mumbled as you chewed on your thumb's nail. "then-" he breathed, a quiet huff. "why'd you say my name?"

"...'cause you're right there." your words tumbled, a bit agitated by his questioning when you're literally going limp on his lap as he's starting to graze around the right spots as he began humping. your back curved into him. "yeah, i—" curly mumbled back, his words broken by a moan as your hips shifted in his lap, causing a sensitive stir on his already throbbing cock. "o-oh, fuck!" he muttered to himself frantically, eyes wide, having deeply shoved himself forcefully into your clamping hole by impulse—pelvises meeting. his eyes almost burned with tears. it felt so good.

you yelped at the alarmed thrust and his cheeks creeped with warmth just seeing your skin jiggle softly from the impact. all you could render in your hair-clouded vision was his pleasure-steamed expression before you leaned up with your hands against the bed, letting him take full control. a dangerous reward. curly looked you over. "fuuck.. don't look at me like that, baby, please." he begged with his watering voice. his eyes flutter, whimpering as he stared between your bodies in bliss. the body he was holding so securely in his grip, rabbiting into the sweetest of your spots that made your cunt take him like a good girl. syrupy soft choruses of "curly!~" that wrung his restraint dry as his thrusts reduced to sticky ruts as you cum. your cries were weeping with your fluttering little folds. "s-so cute, baby..." he'd blurt to you fondly. he got helplessly vocal between his shallow breathing, 'til he began to form words. "f-fuuck, too good, baby- I'm.. I need to, I need to I need to-" curly's lips fell slack open, letting his body supplant his mind. "i can't- I can't-" he whined pitifully as grinded into the tight walls of your warm body until he felt the throbbing snap, creaming your tender insides delicately with a messy sigh. he kept your squirmish hips anchored onto him as you clawed at his shirt and rambled to him. though, he had to apologize, because in all honesty he was too dazed to really listen. time was suddenly scarce, wasted none of it leaning over to hold you and soothe your overwhelm once you fell onto the bed.

his tip left a loose connecting trail between your thighs, and he wasn't conscious of it. curly palmed your cheek gently to give your lips the soft kiss it deserved after you made love with him. (on the tulpar, with no shame.) though his hair gently trickled your skin, you couldn't miss the happy smile that graced that previously-poignant face.

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MRS CLARKEY | g. clarke

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs clarkey'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x george clarke

faceclaim: steph hui

notes: first piece for mrs george out of the wag universe. steph is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs clarkey, hopefully you like it! this is the longest one I've done so far.. definitely want to do a fic for their first meeting and for the useless hotline podcast- maybe even the ski trip!

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yourinstagram happy halloween 💋💋

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user you're literally so hot y/n

user I want to be you so bad

user how can I look like that

user jeez u flexible or something baby?

user the dress? the hair? the makeup??? unreal

yourinstagram thank you!! I did it myself xxx

user shes godly

user have fun tonight!!

user she's the only girl I know to have an impromptu photoshoot and then go out drinking

yourinstagram gotta take the outfit for a spin!!!

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georgeclarkeey you should've seen the other guy!

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user george wth

user its the vomit on the cheerleading outfit for me

chrismd10 looking good mate

wroetoshaw nice eyebrow....... eyebrow singular

georgeclarkeey yes I got that thank you

user AS IF Y/N FOUND HIM ON HER NIGHT OUT

user I KNOW!! I came from her tweets after everyone tagging this guy

chrismd10 you getting referred to as 'this guy' on your own post is so funny to me

georgeclarkeey well, you're huge aren't you?

imallexx loving the new look mate

user waiting for y/n to join the comments 🫣

user me too 😶😶

yourinstagram its great to know what you look like with both of your eyebrows george! a pleasure to have met you, despite the circumstances...

georgeclarkeey my left eyebrow was too intimidated by seeing betty boop in the flesh it ran away!

user my heart 😭

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yourinstagram went on the useless hotline podcast this week to talk about me saving the george clarke! thank you very much for having me boys 🤍

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user she's just so pretty

user as if model queen y/n saved youtuber george clarke 😭 not over that at all

georgeclarkeey always a pleasure, you're welcome back anytime you feel like scraping me off of the pavement

yourinstagram anytime you need me, I'll be there to call the ambulance

user LOVE that coat

georgeclarkeey also feeling something.. or someone.. is missing from this post?

yourinstagram idk what you want from me here clarke

max_balegde ahhhhhh!!!!!! such a pleasure to meet the woman that singlehandedly saved my co-host from death <3 thanks so much for coming on, martini besties for life now

yourinstagram call me anytime you need multiple olives!!!

max_balegde three olives, extra dry!!

user stop I hope they all stay friends 😭

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yourinstagram casual 'saved your life/face' dinner post

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user nahhhhhhhhh because this is a date

user y/n looks so good 😭😭

user lets not ignore George Clarke wearing something other than a t-shirt

chrismd10 impressed you managed to get him in slacks!

georgeclarkeey your mum brought them for me

user THAT DRESS

user I just wanna be you y/n

user George has major cake its not funny

max_balegde literally should be criminal

georgeclarkeey you saved my life I am eternally grateful

yourinstagram 👽👽👽

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yourinstagram visiting the mountain tops with some new friends x

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user bitch we know that's george clarkey, fess up

max_balegde the love of my life really tbh, you look sooooo good

yourinstagram max I'll cry

user drop the link for the jackets!!

user that is george clarke's watch missy

user so you just so happen to be on a ski trip at the same time at george and his friends?????????? coincidence? I think NOT

user I know george is using ever fibre of his being not to comment on this right now

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georgeclarkeey there's 'snow' way it's this cold in the mountains

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user Y/N TAKE OF THE SKI MASK COWARD

user we literally know it's her

chrismd10 handsome fellas

user literally just tell us you're dating guys

wroetoshaw high altitude my friend

user love these pics of the boys together

arthurtv distinguished skiers and snowboarders

charliehutchens really good ones too

user do you think y/n had to throw her phone out of her hotel room to stop herself from commenting?

user yes, yes I do

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yourinstagram out and about ✈️🗺️

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user should we tell y/n that she posted a picture of George in the 4th slide and then proceeded to cut his head out of the 6th one????

user let her live in peace I guess

user wow no one is immune to stupidity these days 😭

user can't believe they took her so young

georgeclarkeey you're not getting that poster back

yourinstagram if you dont return my harry styles poster I will sue

georgeclarkeey I live with a lawyer, so good luck with that darling

user DARLING???? LITERALLY JUST PUNCH ME IN THE FACE NEXT TIME GEORGE

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georgeclarkeey chris informed us that you all know we're dating so no more discreet photo dumps I guess?

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user WAR IS OVERRRRRR

user quick everyone act like we didn't see this shit coming

user the way he tried to do her dirty in the last 3 pics but he literally can't

user she's just so pretty

user I wanna be her

max_balegde mrs clarkey!!!!!!

yourinstagram !!!!!

chrismd10 you're so welcome mate

user she's so gorgeous

user kills me

user george x y/n girlies won today

yourinstagram 🤍🤍🤍 love you big stupid idiot 🤍🤍🤍 once I posted the invisalign it was over..

georgeclarkeey guys gotta eat

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yourinstagram casual 'I can finally post my boyfriend' post!!!!

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user guys I love today

user this makes me so happy

chrismd10 the power of drunken lime bike rides!

yourinstagram thank you lime bikes

user the alien picture kills me

max_balegde can't wait to have you back on the pod as mrs clarkey

yourinstagram a promotion, for me???

user george is so cute, I envy y/n!

arthurtv it's about time tbh

user I've been waiting for this one

georgeclarkeey was worth losing half of an eyebrow I guess

yourinstagram maybe the eyebrows were the friends we made along the way?

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Malleus x f!reader

Mating (this man is in heat),Rough cause that's all ik to do, my first ever malleus piece 😋 cause im in love with him

Implied breeding

Not proofread 👍

Anyways hope you enjoy 🩷or something

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Malleus has never been a harsh person or exactly rough in bed

But on those times whenever it's "mating season"

Just say bye to any sort of soft sex with him

Smut below here 🤧

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For you it was a regular day going as it usually did you met up with ace to talk about god knows what and you left back to your dorm

Little did you know malleus was watching from a good distance and now that it's that season he's been really jealous of anything/anyone that gets to spend time with you

But you didn't know that you didn't know he was watching and was slowly losing his shit

Over any guy that you talked to

Since malleus was always prepared for this type of stuff and since it came unexpectedly he didn't tell you about anything cause he thought it might be weird

But oh were you in for a surprise when you had decided to visit him

You normally visit him whenever you get the time or almost everyday

So today didn't feel as weird when you visited him and today you wanted to wear one of those nice outfits that mal has given you,maybe thinking it might be a good surprise

So you headed on over to dorm

When you got there you'd normally see someone just chilling in the lounge but you didn't

So you made your way to malleus's room and knocked

But he didn't answer

So you tried the door and you noticed it was open so you went in and in that room was malleus in his bed

Covered in layers of blankets sweating from head to toe

"Malleus! Are you okay? Sick?" You asked

"You shouldn't be here" he said in a raspy voice a bit weaker

"What why?" You asked concerned coming closer to him and sat on the bed not too far from him

"I need you" was all he said back

Before basically jumping on you and kissing you harshly, as you where frozen cause you didn't even realize how fast he was

He started kissing you and trailing down to your neck and started sucking and biting, normally he wasn't harsh at all but he was using his full strength not to rip all your clothes off right now

He asked if you where okay with what's going to happen and then it caught you

Now you had realized that he was in heat or mating season (or whatever)

But you couldn't just leave him like this to suffer and since this might last a while on him

So you gave him your full permission to do whatever he pleases with you, thankfully malleus has some decency<3

So he started to take off your clothes as he did you rapped your legs around his waist

He started to play with you like sucking your tits and he placed one finger in your entrance Which was added on with two more

Cause you didn't realize this man apparently grows in size whenever it's mating time (malleus x3 idk however big u want you get)

So now you already where a moaning mess grabbing on to anything close like a pillow or the sheets

Not to mention the tears that where already streaming down

He continues to play with you until you came on his fingers so he pulled them out and stared licking

So he got down and started eating you out making sure to leave no drop as you muffled your noises with the pillow to not make anyone else hear

As he started massaging your clit with his thumb and the other hand massaging your boobs

He started basically tongue fucking you since his was long af

And so you came in his tongue, tasting your sweat from here he couldn't get enough

So he pulled his tongue out licking off any remainders and started kissing you, you let in already

And he started to put his tip in your tongue

Fucked cunt

Even the feel of his tip made you get shivers everywhere since you already where so sensitive

He slowly inched in you felt the stretch of his big cock since in heat it gets bigger isn't that wonderful

As he was half way in you grapped his horns as a support and he lifted your bottom half for a better reach in

Once he was fully in you where out of breath, shaking and crying and seeing the bulge he couldn't hold back

He slowly started pulling in and out with his pace getting faster as he kept going

You grabbed his horns shoulders anything to keep you up

He was fucking you so harshly :(

You couldn't even feel anything but pleasure

He was basically fucking you into to mattress

As he violently fucked your cunt all you could do is scream and hide them in the pillow

The more you grabbed his horns the more turned on he gets

But even after you came so many times he's yet to cum you started biting him and even after a while you had gone completely brain fucked too only a bit of human decency stayed with you

As you has changed positions so many times

And when he did come in you he didn't hold back he basically filled you to the brim some leaking out but he wouldn't allow that now would he

So he would fuck it back into you <3

Now he was satisfied and how Long where you two going at it, for about a few hours

You had already passed out and he was too intoxicated with you to leave your side

You definitely can't walk for a while

And once you woke up all you felt was sticky all over especially in-between your thighs, malleus has yet to wake so you tried to walk to the bathroom and failed

Thankfully to your beloved Malleus who scents that you moved he woke and helped you clean off

And you know who was waiting for you two outside Malleus's room?

Lilia!

Good luck explaining the noises to him (he knows he just wants to fuck with them)

So as Malleus and You are sat outside, you with a flushed face and Malleus scrambling to say anything

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The end I'm too lazy to continue you gotta convince me.

Thanks for reading ig 👍

This took me about 34 minutes to make

YES I'M GONNA WRITE MORE SOON CAUSE I HAVE FREE TIME :3

(Shout out to school being closed for Christmas)

[piastappies]

hii can i request jameson hawthorne x fem reader who is kind of like his aunts or grandfathers intern? ans j like them w a super flirty relationship and tension. ty!!

˗ˏ` INTERNSHIP! 🎞️ ´ˎ˗

pairing. jameson hawthorne x intern!reader

summary. jameson’s life seems to get undeniably more boring than ever and alisa comes with a rescue.

author’s note. i LOVE jameson hawthorne. i felt like i needed to say that. idk if this is flirty enough but i hope u like it <3 thank u so much for the req, i love my boyfriend 🫶 not proofread! i wrote it at night so might be lots of typos or grammar mistakes 👎👎

EVERYTHING WAS BORING, college was boring, annoying grayson was boring, which truthfully made jameson feel as boring as ever. it almost felt as if his life lost its true meaning. it reached the point, where avery would poke fun at him, saying things like nana probably threw a spell on you, or look at that, jameson hawthorne has nothing to do, the world is ending, which was, well… amusing, although he couldn’t admit it.

jameson’s life was getting more and more monotonous each day and for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with it. there was no thrill, no adrenaline rushing through his veins, nothing — and as a certified middle child, he was going absolutely crazy, becoming almost insufferable. xander thought it was funny, seeing him all worked up, but not at all at the same time.

it would go on until alisa brought an intern, who — as it turned out later — was the girl he met on a trip to tuscany during his gap year. someone he had an incredible connection with, but back then, jameson didn’t want any strings attached, which… resulted in a wave of regret, because he couldn’t let himself get your name.

hawthorne could feel his throat getting dry as his eyes scanned your outfit. the light beige shirt with the top button undone, so it wouldn’t suffocate you, the pencil skirt hugging your hips and thighs, exposing your legs almost perfectly. if he was even more unhinged than he usually is, he would probably had his mouth full of foam.

what was even worse than the outfit, which made him extremely feral, was that you didn’t even flinch when alisa introduced you and your eyes fell upon him. maybe he was wrong and mistook you for the tuscany girl? maybe you were just a random girl, who looked incredibly attractive in her work attire, that looked extremely similar to other girl he met in italy? so many questions, yet so little answers.

a long sigh has left your lips, the second you ran your face with cold water. of course, your luck had to bring you to the house of the guy you spent the best month of your life with. how was that even possible? neither of you had ever believed in the ‘we’ll meet again if we’re meant to be’ type of thing. you always said that life is made by coincidences, nothing is ever planned for you beforehand and as long as you’ve the money, no one will care what you’re doing. but here you were, in his house, wearing pieces of clothing you wouldn’t wear if you knew, feeling like a crap from pulling an all nighter the night before.

jameson winchester hawthorne has looked as good as you remembered him. dark, velvet dress shirt embracing his toned stomach and muscular arms that once (or twice) were wrapped around you. though, after all this time, he still wore the rings you bought him, which made your heart race.

you genuinely thought that the racing of your heart would stop after some time, especially since the internship at mcnamara, oren and jones had you spending an excruciating amount of time in the hawthorne house with jameson always being somewhere around. he’d often find you in the hallway, hardly ever exchanging more than few words, though always making sure to brush against your skin slightly.

“you’re agitating.” you muttered, when his back leaned against the counter, while you were fixing yourself a coffee, which unlike at the company, was truly amazing. “don’t have anything better to do?”

“c’mon, yn.” he sighed almost playfully, rolling his eyes at you. “can’t even crack a smile for me?” jameson’s tone coated your mind, sending a warm wave to your cheeks. it was the most thrilling thing to him these last couple weeks. seeing you get so flustered over the smallest act gave him the same feeling like when he cliff dived.

“i’m working, jameson.” the way his name rolled off your tongue made him smile. “it’s not tuscany. i need to get stuff done.”

“you remember tuscany, huh?”

this man was driving you insane. the way he smirked at you, the way his words had such an effect on you, the way he always knew what to say to make you flustered. “you’re such an idiot.” was all you said about his last comment, rolling your eyes at him as you noticed the red lipstick stain on the white mug.

YOU COULDN’T REALLY PINPOINT THE MOMENT when the strictly–formal conversations with the hawthorne brothers and grambs sisters became so casual. you couldn’t wait for the hawthorne days as you called them, when you could leave the bureau and the paperwork to join alisa with whatever she was doing there. most of the time, xander would steal you away to ask you the stupidest questions about law enforcement and law in general just to leave you fifteen minutes later.

as much as you tried to push jameson away to not raise any suspicions of the history you had, he was irresistible. always making sure to tease you in some kind of way. unfortunately or not, you started caving in, just like he predicted.

before you know it, your thighs were met with the cold surface of the bathroom counter in some fancy restaurant, the fabric of your emerald silky dress has ridden up as jameson pushed his right hand up your thigh, the left one squeezed your waist. his lips were pressed against yours, moving with a rough, possessive manner. some would say it was the tense atmosphere building up, when he couldn’t get you where he wanted.

and in that exact day, exact moment, jameson had you right when he wanted. it was a casual hangout, just him, his brothers, libby, avery and her friend, who also happened to be soon to–be–girlfriend of his youngest brother. but to jameson’s pleasure, everyone grew so fond of you that avery suggested you should go with them.

the theme was comfort, but elegant. so, the outfit of your choice was the silky dress that was accompanied by the necklace you got back in italy. the first words that came out of jameson’s mouth was a stutter. the sight of you made him stumble over the sentence he tried to make.

“you look — so amazing.” he groaned as his lips made a trail down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, when his teeth had bitten the sweet spot right above your collarbone. “so fucking gorgeous.” the chain of praises was never ending.

your hands got on the collar of his shirt, gripping it as he continued to leave marks on your collarbones and shoulders. as much as you enjoyed his actions, you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. you pulled him up, hungrily crashing your mouth into his.

fifteen minutes later, the red lipstick was nowhere to be found on your face. on the other hand, there were lots of it on jameson. you were still sitting on the marble counter, legs wrapped around hawthorne’s hips. his mood was definitely better as he was zipping up your dress.

“a quickie in the bathroom, when did you turn so naughty, hm?” a chuckle escaped mouth as he watched you wipe the excess of your lipstick off his chin and bottom lip. “i met this cute guy during my vacation in europe. a real charmer.” you replied with a smirk, fixing the lacy strings of the dress as you jumped off the counter.

your chest was touching his, but neither of you moved away. you were still a little breathless from the unexpected activity and to be completely honest, it wasn’t enough — just looking at his stupid, handsome face made you crave him even more. you weren’t the only one though, considering that hawthorne couldn’t take his hands off of you as he brought one to your chin, tilting it upwards to have an easy access to kiss you again.

an involuntary grin hovered over your lips as his fingers brushed your cheek in a tender manner, before fixing his messy hair and leaving the bathroom. he closed the door just to open it again to wink at you and leave to get back to his siblings.

YOU COULD TELL that everyone already knew about the tiny thing going on between you and jameson. nevertheless, pretending like it wasn’t true was easier than admitting it. as long as alisa wasn’t asking any questions or forbidding you from showing up to the hawthorne house, you didn’t really care.

it was early, maybe even too early for your liking, when the alarm in your phone went off, earning a hoarse, incoherent groan from jameson, whose arm only tightened around your naked body. the only things covering you from flashing someone accidentally were the white sheets that kept you warm at night.

“turn it off.” another groan escaped his throat. he knew what this meant, it was five o’clock and you had to get to your dorm to get ready for the bureaucratic nightmare, as he liked to call it, at the law firm, which always handled all his familial issues. “gorgeous, there are lots of your stuff here, just go back to sleep. you can get ready here.”

“i can’t.” you replied, planting a few sweet kisses on his bare shoulder. “everyone will know i was here if i left later.” you added, your voice soft. your fingernails gently scratching the back of his neck.

“you act like they don’t know already.” you could swear he just laughed, his sleepy demeanour made him even more attractice at this point. “sorry to break it to you, gorg, but once you start, you forget all about quietness.” ironically, this shut you up immediately, red already spreading all over your cheeks.

“you know what’s funny?” a question rolled off his tongue, catching your interest, even though you couldn’t quite make out his words as his face was buried in the white pillow. “xander texted me to ask you to moan a few decibels less.”

“oh god, i am never leaving this room again.” you said embarrassed, hiding your face in hawthorne’s arm.

“i like that idea.” he laughed, pulling you even closer, shifting a little to shut your phone off completely. “make it my early christmas gift.”

[mxqdii]

angst to fluff matt sturniolo but he's stubborn about talking it out with reader so it lasts long to the point where reader gets frustrated yk? maybe this is too specific 😭 also if u do this, do it however!!

did you mean it? - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt accidentally says "i love you" and just pretends it never happened, leaving the reader sad and conflicted.

warning(s): angst, confession, crying? (idk help 😭)

"this is why i fell in love with you" he says and i freeze

he loves me?

i look at him, blank expression on my face

(which is definitely not how my mind is reacting)

his face turns bright red

"you-" i start but get interrupted

"i didn't mean it like that" he says and i feel my heart drop

"oh, okay.." i say, almost in a whisper

my heart just shattered into a million pieces. matt, my boyfriend, the love of my life, doesn’t mean it like that.

we continue making dinner, the awkward silence filling the room.

suddenly nick and chris come downstairs, and for some reason i'm actually thankful for it.

they start talking to us but my mind is elsewhere, maybe it's my fault. i mean, i didn't say it back fast enough which could've caused matt to second guess, or he just didn't mean it, or-

"y/n you there?" nick says and i snap out of my thoughts

"yeah! yeah im here.." i say with a dry tone and a short smile

i'm too upset to be cheerful right now.

we finish making dinner and finish eating, which is when me and matt decide to watch a movie.

throughout the film, i noticed how matt started acting like nothing happend

i hate it.

i feel like we should at least talk about it, or like.. mention it again?

maybe it wasn't that big of a deal

maybe i should let it go

or maybe, matt is being stubborn.

"matt" i say, abruptly

"yes love?" he says and i feel shivers go down my spine

do i really wanna ruin this? now?

i just am so in my head i cannot leave things like that.

"i- uh.." my words get caught in my throat and i feel like i can't get out what i wanna say

maybe it's for the better.

"i'm gonna go, home- yeah." i say

"oh, okay." he answered

i quickly grab my keys and jacket, saying bye to nick and chris, then giving matt a quick hug and immediately leaving.

fuck fuck fuck, what do i even do.

i get home and feel a sense of lonliness, emptiness fill me.

i can't help but burst into tears

i messed up

i don't know why my mind immediately went to it being my fault, i guess that's just my instinct, matt was actually the one who noticed i always assumed things were my fault, so he would always reassure me thing's weren't.

after that whole situation earlier though, things are different this time.

the thought of matt makes me cry harder.

minutes pass, then hours, and suddenly its been a day.

it's currently 10pm, the last time i heard from matt was yesterday, when i left his house actually..

i've been crying all day just watching TV

i am a mess.

suddenly i get a knock on the door

i wipe my tears, running to the bathroom to make sure my nose and eyes arent red anymore (which thankfully arent)

i look fine, i look like i've been fine.

perfect.

i run back to the door, quickly opening it, knowing i've kept whoever waiting long enough

matt.

i go speechless, like, i literally don't have the words, and even if i did, i'm not sure what i'd say.

"you're a mess" he says, breaking the silence

"i'm not a mess" i exclaim and he looks down with a laugh

"i can tell you've been crying" he adds on, confirming his 'i'm a mess' comment.

fuck, this boy knows me too well.

i open the door wider, gesturing him to come in.

"so.. why are you here.." i ask and he turns around to face me

"because i'm stubborn and you're frustrated." he replies, causing me to look at him in confusion

"i've never lied to you, until last night. i do love you y/n, i should've said it but i just- i couldn't. and then i got scared and tried to ignore it, causing me to be distant. but every second we didn't talk i was thinking about it- i was thinking about you."

all this information is too much for my slow brain to process

"so you- you meant it? you love me?" i repeat and he steps closer to me

"yes y/n, i love you" he states and i smile

he puts his hands on my waist and kisses me

we pull away, still inches away from eachother

"i love you too matt."

TAGLIST:

@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm

[moonlit-jellies]

Hi! I’m new to tumblr, but I’ve recently got back into divergent and id love to have you write something on Eric!

Maybe something kind of cute with the reader showing a soft spot for them, but with everyone else he’s his usual grumpy self. Like maybe the reader can get away with calling him a certain nickname, and when someone else tries to tease him about it he gets pissed off..

Idk I’ve honestly never requested anything before so hopefully this makes sense 😬

Thank you

a/n: hi nonnie this is an amazing request (welcome to tumblr) and i am very excited to write this (im screaming internally this is my first request EVER so i am sending u a crisp high five through the computer)

eric coulter x reader (divergent)

ao3 link

wc: 363

warnings: implied canon typical violence, fluff

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“Morning, sunshine!”

With his schedule the way it is, between training the initiates and leadership duties, you often don’t see Eric in the mornings. The rare mornings you do, it’s because he’s convincing you to stay in bed for five more minutes, and it’s never just five minutes.

So the two of you fell into a routine. You’d meet him for breakfast in the cafeteria, chat over a muffin or plate of eggs, and leave for the rest of the day a bit more content than you woke up that morning. Even the nickname, which came about with the sour mood his morning meetings often left him in, didn’t seem to bother him.

“Good morning,” he replies, dropping a muffin into your hand. Bran, the worst choice, which he evidently reads on your face. “It’s what was left.”

“Boo.” You break off a piece anyway, throwing it in your mouth. “It’s only mildly better than starving until lunch.”

“Mm.” He’s staring at you when you look up at him again.

“What’s up, sunshine?”

“Oh shut up.” There’s no malice in his voice, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re just lucky I showed up. I took a shift for someone down in storage this morning, and I have to run,” you glance at your watch, “in like 45 seconds.”

“Why are you so nice to people?”

“Because then if I want a day off, they’re more likely to take it.”

“Ew.”

“I know!”

As silence rests between you, simply taking in the morning, a group of initiates walks in, and you roll your eyes at their voices echoing through the cafeteria. Another glance at your watch makes you frown.

“Okay, I gotta go, sunshine-”

“That is so annoying.”

“Cope. I’ll see you later?”

You stand from your seat, leaning over the table to kiss his forehead, when you hear the nickname being repeated at the table of initiates. The look Eric shoots the initiates is nothing short of murderous, though he turns away when you gently smack his bicep.

“Play nice.” With another kiss, you smile. “Though they might need to learn a lesson.”

“Way ahead of you.”

[greatbridge]

My versions of Relativity Scalene & Euclid :] (edits/additions are bolded)

(Second drawing is the more recent one)

For my version of Relativity Falls, I really liked the ideas that people put out about scalene and Euclid, so I sort of took that concept and ran with it. Here are some Thoughts I had, if u wanna use em for ur own rf versions then go wild!!! Just tell me that you’re using them because I love to see other people’s interpretations of this au :)

I really liked the idea that someone else had of them sort of being physically “together” in a sense (this, where they are back-to-back(made by @fungalscrungle)). the idea of them being so codependent they actually sort of became “one” was really interesting, but I messed with it a bit more and ended up with them both shaped in a way that they can “snap” together like magnets. They are actually two separate entities, but they are joined at the hip in the most literal sense to the point that they are constantly at each other’s side

they are all that remains of their dimension. They're all the other has. Over the billions and billions of years their shapes began to shift to fit together

They are usually called “The Ciphers” by everybody else

They both have little pieces of one another, which I decided were the Euclidean version of wedding rings. Idk it seemed fitting for Bill’s parents to “carry a piece of the other wherever they go” but literal. He’d probably think it’s romantic to have a piece of your partner’s body at all times, and… these are his parents.

Scalene is the one on the left, she’s the “mother”, and Euclid is the one on the right, he’s the “father”. Considering their dimension has 14 billion different genders, I like to think that they decided to emulate the "perfect parents" to seem “friendlier” to humans

Actually their whole vibe really revolves around that.

They REALLY give off 1950’s nuclear family suburban white couple vibes in the way they talk, like “hey honey! How about we mentally torture this human today?” “I thought you’d never ask, pumpkin!” Because those always seem threatening to me. It’s the sanitization, the perfection, the blank smiles that show just a bit too much teeth. The “perfection” to the point of inhumanity, you know?

And that sort is is the opposite of what gravity falls embodies, isn’t it? Like being ur authentic weird self vs. being a perfect version of you that hides anything different

Euclid is more methodic and calm, meanwhile Scalene is sweet, but it’s a cover for a lot of the same manic instability that bill had, LIKE THE 50’S HOUSEWIFE STEREOTYPE.

these vibes are a product of how they were raised. Repression personified, sort of idealized "American Dream" type nuclear family or whatever. Loved the 50's for this exact reason, and it was their most active decade. They're influence is probably the reason the "nuclear family" subculture even exists

Their dynamic can essentially be summed up as “She kills ppl, he hides the bodies.” True love💖

When they possess someone, maybe since there’s two of them doing it at the same time, the person’s brain starts to overheat or get damaged, since there’s not enough space for them.

In relation to Dipper, I absolutely ADORE the idea that @amissamidstthemist had (here). LIKE YES!!!! They WOULD have a sort of “parental bond” with Dipper! That is SO PEAK!

They would like baby him and praise him and Euclid would ruffle his hair and Scalene would call him affectionate names.

Not only do they tap into his loneliness when it comes to that, but they also tap into his paranoia, make him believe everybody else is out to get him. He can only rely on them. “TRUST NO ONE!” (This actually is them just making a trait dipper already has worse, but one day I think i’ll touch on that)

For their backstory, I don’t know if anyone else has thought of this(someone probably has tbh) but for me they probably tried to see the stars for their son and because of that destroyed their dimension and their son with it(ow.)

BECAUSE OF THIS, they actually begin to get attached to Dipper, because he reminds them of their son, and constantly compare him to their son.

They treat Dipper a bit like the Other Mother treated Coraline.

OKAY I THINK THAT’S ALL. UH. ENJOY I GUESS LMAO

[mariquitascadoodles]

Since season 6 dropped and we got introduced and so sequentially stripped from bby girl Leola .

I was thinking of , how was she made ?

Like in the traditional sense of a union between 2 people or is there something more magical to it ?

There was never another mention or reference to a partner / other guardian figure for leola . dude was really out here being a single mother?

But i like to think leola herself , was created from something else , like she is magic itself ? Either created using dark magic / some sort of really strong life giving magic or she in turn is a single star/ small piece from aaravos's constellation .

As mentioned in season 6 , startouch elves are constellations themselves. Thus they can't really die , their physical body can but not their immortal one .

Who's to say aaravos didn't take a star or lil star cluster from his constellation and breathe life in to it .

So like a parent , she really was a part of him and when she left , that part of aaravos died along side with her .

Idk why he would have created a daughter , maybe dude really wanted to be a father ?

Idk ! Just some food for thought ! I've been turning this theory in my lil pea brain for a few months now . >u< I'm sure I'm not the only one to think this ! Let me know what u think tho !

If we get a second parental figure for leola in season 7 , THATS OKAY TOO !

Here is an image from tales of xadia that I think would be nice for this theory QwQ

[sugrhigh]

HOTBOX - ( m.s )

part two

summary- matt finally decides to smoke with his best friends for the first time, and he finds that it’s impossible to keep his eyes off of you

warnings- drug use, swearing, tiny bit suggestive

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: WOOOO finally a real piece of writing! i hope u guys enjoy. will possibly do a part two but idk, so if you have requests just ask!

he can’t stop drumming his fingers against the wheel as he steers the car along, desperately trying to relax a little bit and focus on the music that’s blaring through the speakers.

chris sits beside him in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard as you guys speed toward your destination. he can hear you and nate conversing in the back, practically shouting at each other over the song.

the waterfront comes into view through his windshield a moment later, moonlight shimmering against the glassy surface. matt takes the next left, swerving across both lanes of traffic to pull into the deserted lot.

there’s nobody on the beach of course, considering it’s almost midnight in the middle of november. he throws the car into park and lowers the volume, shifting in his seat so he can actually see everyone.

“i think that’s the fastest i’ve ever seen you drive, grandpa.” you tease him, unbuckling so you can lean forward in your seat.

he rolls his eyes, though he never actually minds it when you’re the one chirping at him.

“you’re gonna wish it was me once nate gets behind the wheel, i promise.”

“wow, so i volunteer to stay sober and this is the thanks i get?” his friend asks, arms crossed over his chest defensively.

“thank you nate.” you reply in a sing-song voice.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.”

matt watches as you claw through your bag, finally digging out a small blue pouch after a few more seconds of searching.

the moment you unzip it, the all-too familiar smell of weed fills the interior of the car. chris cheers when he sees you pull out a perfectly packed joint, holding it in between your middle and pointer finger with precision.

“you know, it’s really upsetting that you can roll better than me.” nate shakes his head with a sigh.

“aw, you gonna cry about it?” you puff your bottom lip out at him.

“i swear i’ll fucking walk home and leave you guys stranded.”

“sure you will. hold this.” you pass the joint to him before retrieving the lighter.

matt tries to play down the smile that’s beginning to take over his face as you hold it in your palm. he got that one for you on your last birthday. it’s a silver zippo lighter with a big winding dragon engraved on the side.

it was kind of a gag gift just because he knows how much you smoke, but you ended up genuinely loving it way more than he had ever expected.

chris smacks him in the arm gently, and he finally tears his eyes away from you.

“you sure you want to?” his brother double checks, though he doesn’t do a very good job of containing his obvious excitement.

“yup.” matt replies simply, his gaze darting in your direction again.

he’s never once felt pressured to smoke before, but he’s always been a little curious. he’s hung out with the three of you while you’re all stoned enough times to realize that he at least wants to try it.

and sure, maybe a tiny part of him is doing this because he wants to impress you. but what’s the harm in that?

“i’ll start her off, but then it’s coming your way matty b.” you nod at him with a smile, taking the joint back from nate.

his heart is already pounding and all you did was look at him.

you put the filter between your lips and spark his lighter, holding the flame to the end. he watches it burn as you inhale, trying to figure out exactly how he’s supposed to do this when it’s his turn.

you blow the smoke over your shoulder, careful not to do it in anyone’s face. no cough. matt doesn’t even see you flinch.

you take one more quick drag, and he’s already entranced by your fluid movements.

then you stretch your hand out, offering him the next hit as you silently exhale once again. it’s impossible for him to ignore the way he fumbles with your hand before he finally pinches it between his fingers.

it feels awkward, like he’s somehow already doing it wrong.

“just put your lips on it, suck in, not for long though because that’s real shit. then hold it in your throat, inhale it, exhale it.” you instruct him, and his mouth is already dry from the way you’re talking.

there’s something about the commanding edge to your voice that’s driving him crazy. he kind of likes that you’re the know-it-all, the one in control.

“sounds dirty, but you get the point.” chris states with a shrug.

yeah, sounds fucking dirty.

“you got this, don’t even think about it too much.” nate adds encouragingly.

matt bites the bullet, curling his lips around the end and inhaling. he definitely feels the smoke fill his lungs, so he pulls the joint away quickly and practically tosses it to chris.

“exhale, exhale.” you instruct, and he does so all at once.

it fogs up the car, smoke flying back up in his face instantly. then he feels it. the burning in his throat. the desperate need to cough.

he sputters, and chris is already motioning to one of the waters in the cup holder.

“keep holding your breath and drink that.”

he tries to do as he’s told, but it’s impossible to hold it in. he lets out a loud hacking cough. then another, and another. matt tries to sip on the water in between them, though it’s hard.

you rub his arm gently as the cough attack begins to die down, and the feeling of your fingernails scratching him lightly through his sweatshirt almost makes him shiver.

“i personally like a good cough everyone once in a while. humbles me.” you joke, removing your hand and sitting back in your seat once you’re sure he’s alright.

he misses your touch immediately, and it’s embarrassing.

chris has been keeping it lit, so he passes it back to you once you’re ready. matt is left out for a moment, and he doesn’t mind the brief break.

the music stays on in the background, a curated playlist of stuff that you all like. he sees you bopping your head along to baby keem, and you turn to him with the joint still burning between your lips.

“you want more?” you say as the smoke curls around your face.

in many ways.

matt nods and reaches to grab it from you, trying to be careful where he positions his fingers. he repeats his actions from earlier, breathing out slowly this time.

he still coughs quite a bit, but it’s not nearly as bad. the high is definitely rushing straight to his head, and it makes him feel like a balloon full of helium.

his brother guides the joint out of his hand gently. even he wheezes a bit as he takes his fair share, which makes matt feel better.

“how do you feel bro?” nathan asks him through the haze that’s filled the car.

“good. i feel good.” that’s all he can think to say.

and it is nice. everything seems just a little bit lighter. his body feels…loose. matt blinks, and he swears he sees stars behind his eyelids.

you reach up to open the sunroof, letting some fresh air into the car. there’s not a cloud in the sky tonight, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore calms him.

“one more baby hit, then you’re done.” you pass it to him for the last rotation.

“so bossy.” matt smirks at you, and there’s a humorous glint in your eyes as you watch him take a drag.

he tries impossibly hard to make it look cool, despite almost hacking up a lung and choking on his water. you laugh, but matt somehow understands that you’re not making fun of him by doing so.

chris snatches it from of his hand. “gimme that, it’s almost out.”

it’s like a game of ping pong as matt watches the two of you bounce back and forth, hit after hit. the joint dwindles and finally dies a minute later. you toss the burnt remains into a dunkin bag from god knows how long ago before slipping the lighter back into the pouch.

“alright, matt. time for you to switch with me big boy.” nathan reminds him, turning to open his car door.

matt follows his lead. his body feels like it’s three feet behind his brain, like his consciousness is just a few seconds faster. his legs wobble as his feet hit the ground, but he manages to steady himself, hand against the car as he moves.

nate walks him to the door just in case, and matt stumbles into his new home in the back, laughing at himself under his breath. you help him sit upright in the middle seat, reaching across his body to get to the belt.

“lift your arm.” you tell him, and even though he doesn’t want to, he listens.

you pull the buckle around and click it into place so he’s properly strapped in, doing it for him like he’s a toddler or something.

this is an action he’d normally protest, but he’s solely focused on how close together you are. he can feel the heat radiating from your body as your shoulder presses against his, knees knocking together as he gets comfortable.

“how are you doing? everything okay?” you ask lowly, looking up at him through those long lashes.

he can see the red tinging your eyes, and his own feel droopy as he continues to stare. matt just can’t help it. you look so gorgeous, somehow even more so when you’re both faded.

“cat got your tongue?” you joke, head tilted back to rest against the seat as nate puts the car in reverse.

“you’re pretty.” it slips out before he can stop it, and yet he’s too high to care.

your eyes go a little wide, and your lips part slightly as you suck in a breath. he wants to kiss you so bad, to get rid of the centimeters of space between you and just press his mouth to yours.

“and you’re stoned.” you smile a bit and look away, trying to play it off.

“but i’m serious.” he doubles down, and you glance at him once more with those fucking bambi eyes.

you shake your head and place your hand on his thigh. “i promise you’re not.”

it ignites a fire in his stomach, one that won’t die down. he wants to move his hips, to feel some sort of friction against your palm. but he holds still, even despite how much he needs you.

“you don't know me.” matt hears his words slur together slightly as he speaks.

“i definitely do.” you argue.

“fine, but you can’t possibly guess what’s going on in my head.”

matt’s still not sure where any of this is coming from, or why he’s saying it to you now, but the word vomit won’t stop.

you shrug, squeezing his thigh lightly. he shifts a little bit, trying not to get too worked up over the pressure.

“i guess that’s true. so what are you thinking?”

matt glances up front at his brother and his best friend, and he knows neither of them are paying attention to the two of you. they’re too busy singing piña colada by yung pinch to care.

he hears you hum a little bit of the chorus under your breath as you wait for his response.

“i’m thinking about you.” he finally admits, leaning over so he can say it directly into your ear.

he can smell your rose shampoo, the fading hints of flowery perfume on your skin. it’s intoxicating, being near you like this.

you move your hand off his leg to shove his chest playfully. “shut up.”

the city blurs by as nate continues to drive, and matt admires the way the light from the street lamps dance across your face.

“why don’t you believe me?” he mumbles, barely audible over the combination of the breeze and the music.

“because you’re high as a kite, i can see it written all over your face.”

“doesn’t mean i’m lying.”

you study his face like you’re trying to find the truth in it. he can’t help but grin, because you’re so fucking clueless, and it makes you smile right back.

“touché.”

[dancingdonatello]

HI ITS 🦆 ANON THE ONE WHO MADE AN AO3 CUZ OF YOU! AND YES I DID MEAN REQS I JUST CANT TYPE FOR SHIT 💀

I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO LIKE VILLIAN!TURTLES HEADCANONS?

LIKE DONNIE AND MIKEY MIGHT HAVE BEEN RAISED BY DRAXUM, AND DRAXUM NUTURED DONNIES LOVE FOR SCIENCE OR SMTH AND MIKEY MYSTIC POWERS WERE TRAINED BY DRAXUM TOO

AND MAYBE LEO WAS RAISED BY BIG MAMA

IDK ABOUT RAPH BUT YEAH!

BASICALLY THEY'RE RAISED TO HATE HUMANS, BUT THEN AFTER MEETING/ENCOUNTERING Y/N THEIR PERSPECTVIE CHANGES (ATLEAST ON THE READER)

MAYBE LIKE WRITE ABOUT THEIR VEIW ON THE READER, AND MAYBE THEY INVITE THE READER OVER TO THEIR HOME, OR MAYBE EVEN TELLING THEIR VILLAIN PAERNTS THEY LIKE A HUMAN, OR ALL 3!!!-

IM SORRY I JUST GET SO HYPED SEEING YOUR WORK AND I HAVENT REQUESTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE AND I JUST SAW ONE OF YOUR POSTS AND STIMMING AND KICKING MY FEET AND OVERALL JUST AKSJDHKJFHFKJH

ANYWAY THX FOR TAKING TIME TO READ THIS AND TYPE IT IF YOU DO! FEEL FREE TO PUT THIS ON PAUSE OR JUST DELETE IT

MAKE SURE TO DRINKS LOTS OF WATER, AND EAT! AND CHECK WHAT TIME IT IS, DONT WANNA FUCK UP UR SLEEP SCHEDULE ANYMORE THAN IT IS LMAO!!!

AND STRETCH YOUR WRISTS BESTIE

🦆 anon @duckanon

<3 <3 luv u duck anon.

villain rise turtles x reader

You have something that Raph needs. He’s been tracking you for months and he knows that you have a piece of the armor he needs for the resurrection of the Shredder.

And he’s never been one for plans, so…

He breaks in through your window.

You scream and then he screams and you’re holding on with an impressive grip on the armor piece and….

And you’re…. you’re so… cute. He suddenly lets go of the glove and you go flying back, knocking your head against the wall. He lets out an eep and rushes over, cradling your head.

You look pretty freaked out at his change of heart and he doesn’t blame you.

How he’s going to explain this to the Foot Lieutenant and the Foot Brute, he has no idea.

They take your introduction pretty well. So do you, by how you actually willingly hand over the glove.

But… your reaction when you find out about the Shredder at the baseball game destroys any loyalty he has left for the Foot Clan. He can’t bear to see that terrified expression on your face when you look at him.

Leo may have snuck up to the part of the hotel Big Mama told him to stay away from. But how could she blame him? People watching was his favorite past time! Who better to watch than some stupid humans?

And when his eyes landed on you, he just knew he had to have you. He wouldn’t regret it even when Big Mama punished him. If he hadn’t have snuck up to the floors above ground, he wouldn’t never seen you.

And anyways, his was birthday was coming up… and Big Mama said he could have anything he wanted. He grinned to himself, deciding to sneak into your room that night to ‘introduce’ himself. He’d leave a sticky note and scare you. Just a little.

Big Mama adored you. She gave you all these clothes so that you could look as perfect as her and Leo. She used for entertainment for the other Yokai, even when Leo glared on with jealously.

Soon enough, she was going to get her hands on some mysterious green ooze from three other turtles that looked suspiciously like Leo. As long as Leo didn’t find out about it, you would be the perfect test subject. And wouldn’t it be so sweet to see a lover’s quarrel in the Battle Nexus? She giggles at the thought.

Donatello has been bugged by you for a while.

In one of his rare outings to New York, obviously not letting Draxum know, he had run into you. He had been trying to break into a tech store and then you had appeared behind him.

He broke your nose but he hadn’t been left i scratched.

Then he just kept running into you again and again. He was half inclined just to kill you, but he feels like it would annoy him more with how much effort that would be towards someone like you.

You were annoying and just as mean as he was to you. It irritated him whenever you came back with a comment just as sharp as what he gave you.

One day, in one of his complaining rants to Mikey, Draxum overheard. Even though Donnie denied that it, Draxum was convinced he had a crush on a pathetic human. So, he decided he would kill you. As if you were nothing. Just scum on the Earth. All so Donnie wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ any longer. By that he meant he just wanted Donnie to work insane hours so Draxum wouldn’t have to work as hard.

And Donnie… couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let a single hair on you be injured.

There’s an angry turtle staring you down. Michelangelo and you had run into each other. One looking beat up and the other looking flabbergasted.

“You’re a… turtle?!”

Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in chains. That burnt badly.

“Ow!” you shriek and suddenly, just as quickly as they had come, they vanished. Big brown guilty eyes stare at you.

His face twitches before it turns disgusted. “Ugh. You smell disgusting.”

He was talking about the smell of your brunt skin. You glared at him angrily before seeing how bashed up he was. “What… happened to you?”

He was very reluctant to follow you home. And he kept asking you weird questions about other green turtles. Had you ever seen anyone that looked like him? Where? When? All these questions while you tried to stick a bandaid on him.

He also didn’t hold back on his mean comments about the human race. But as long as he sat still as you tried to rub the ash and debris off of him, you just let him talk.

Quickly, he warms up to you. It’s as if he never hated humans. He enjoys learning about everything you do and seeing all of what New York has to offer. He knows you can never meet Draxum. And even though he’s getting suspicious the more he leaves and the longer he’s out, Mikey continues to see you.

[underskz]

➪ U SKATE?

➪ skate rat johnny x reader ✩ w.c ~570 — 18+ minors dni —

✰ SKATE RAT AU

pov: for whatever reason, you “swiped right” on skate rat johnny. good luck.

note: yeah idk how this even happened,, i mean i do know but like damn,,, anyways heres just a leetle blurb! one day ill expand further on johnny from hinge,, or just skate rat johnny as a whole who knows

warnings: nothing major, just bad language and johnny just being a dick lmao

Johnny from Hinge was a lot of things, insanely hot, unreasonably tall and blatantly full of himself to name a few. And even though just the first few messages from him were sprinkled with warning signs. You couldn’t help but give into your curiosity and agree to a date at a local cafe. 

“Yo by the way, you skate?” It’s the first real lead into a conversation since the two of you had sat down. 

From the getgo it was a bit more awkward than you had anticipated, starting with him greeting you with a fistbump when you had thought he was going in for a hug. Then when you had asked ‘wanna go in?’ he had replied with a bordering on uninterested ‘yeah, sure’ and it was suffice to say the already low bar for this date was somehow sinking even lower.

And somehow you’re still here, seated across from him and unable to walk away, because damn, he is so so hot. Your friends will never let you live this down and you know it, and now you’re starting to regret telling them about this date. If you could really call it that.

“Hm? Not really, I mean I use a penny board sometimes…” It’s a bald face lie, but you didn’t wanna seem like a complete loser in front of this horrifyingly hot guy. The impassive look in his eyes takes a glint of interest and you try not to get your hopes up.

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” He brings his mug of black coffee to his lips, your left eye twitches.

“What…does that even mean?”

“You look like you’d suck at it.” He reaches across the table and breaks off a piece of your brownie, popping it in his mouth with a smirk to top it off.

“I don’t even—”

“Oh shit ya know I brought my board I’ll show you somethin’ sick.” He cuts you off with little regard, and you swallow down a sigh.

“Sure?”

And now you’re wondering if you should figure out some excuse, maybe one of your friends could fake some emergency or you could pretend…you might’ve left the stove on?

Instead you’re sitting on a curb in a parking lot he made you walk to for almost half an hour ‘because the concrete there is sick’ as Johnny over explains goofy versus regular footing and how to perfect an ollie ‘which you shouldn’t even bother trying because you’ll just eat shit and embarrass him and what if one of his homies pulls up?’. 

“Now you, c’mon.” He summons you with a gesture of his hand, more like someone calling a dog over rather than an actual person.

“I’ve never really, um, done this.”

“Yeah whatever, don't be a baby.”

And each comment manages to be just playful enough to make your heart beat a little faster, dashed with the perfect amount of condescension to have you practically on your knees begging for a crumb of praise.

So you relent, trying to figure out your footing placement and praying you don’t go flying off of this beat to shit skateboard. But like a blessing —and a curse— his hands settle on your waist, firm enough to steady you on the board but make your legs go a little weak.

”I was right, you suck. Guess I’ll have to teach you.” His voice is low, fingers digging into you almost painfully. “Maybe I should take you home, show you a few things.”

And against your better judgement, you can’t help but say “okay.” 

[michictaa]

🗝️ – IT'S ALWAYS X AND Y, BUT WHY NOT U AND I?

"I'm serious about the word "I love you". If ever you don't think so, love me, because it's only u and i in this world.”

pairing : Wirth Madl x Reader

tags : childhood friends, fluff, more fluff, kissing (idk what else), academic trauma (LMAOOOOO), Wirth having a soft spot for you🫶

wc : 1,084

author’s note; I love him so much so much, I’m just gonna leave this here. I love him (art by @/rrokii42, their art is insanely crunchy!!)

“Checkmate, I win again.” Wirth snickered as you were left speechless, it was the third game of the night, lasting for 30 minutes per chess session. You were left bewildered. “And I wasn’t even taking it seriously, I was already giving clues. Are you really this bad or is it naturally because I’m better than you?,” He boasts once again. “I’m not that bad! It’s just that you have way more experience! Plus are we always just gonna play chess, the night’s still young.” you told him about it. Tilting his head, Wirth asked what exactly were you implying “Well, what do you even want to do?” “I don’t know, you decide.”

You and Wirth have been good friends for a while, simply because of your families having an amazing relationship. He knew all about you. You knew about him. He was always there for you during the times you were down or just couldn’t take it anymore, and so were you for him. People were honestly wondering why you two weren’t dating yet, and you did not know how to answer that question. You liked him so much, it was killing you. But you play it off pretty well, because he didn’t recognize it yet. He seemed so oblivious to you— wrong. He likes you so much. He visits you everyday at your dorm just to play chess with you because he likes your presence and he’ll never forget how your defeated face looks . He thinks it’s cute. He’ll also pretend not to get a math lesson just so you teach him for a few minutes straight because he likes hearing your voice, pulling you with that “I still don’t get it” card so you teach him all about it again so he hears your voice more. He also likes it when you comfort him, a lot. So much that he’ll keep his tears out of sight and once he’s with you— he starts crying. Because it was what he was used to growing up with you.

So it was safe to say that you both are oblivious to each other— not knowing what you two truly felt together. Wirth ultimately loves you, and so do you. But… You always sought ways for him to “like you back”. From anonymous letters, to sending him corny math jokes, bringing him lunch, showing your forbidden collection. It was already clear. A few days ago, Wirth read one of the jokes written on a piece of paper saying, “It’s always x and y, why not u and i?” Wirth was about to burst out laughing from what he just read till you ran at him like a mad gremlin, “Gimme that!” you snatched the paper from him as he burst out laughing while reading it once again. “Why so mad? I mean it was pretty funny after all, corny most of it.” Wirth chuckles at you, a blushing mess right now. You did try, but he made a laughing stock out of it— so you thought. He thinks to himself, why should he keep his feelings from you when the message is clear— you like him; too.

So, Wirth decides to visit you— a Friday night of all nights. Doing your usual, playing chess and eating sweets. Yet this night was different from all the others, you offered to do something else; new, Wirth thinks to himself. Nevertheless, he agreed. You were getting predictable anyways. He would do anything just to find another game to play with you rather than chess.

“Alright, let’s play something else.” Wirth concludes. “What else is there to play rather than chess? It’s literally the only thing we know how to play…” You sighed, he responded to you with a mundane tone. “Let’s just talk, maybe you know… Let it all go?” you chuckled at his words. “Maybe, it’s better than chess…” you smiled at him, Wirth sighed as he lay down on your bed. “Hey! I didn’t allow you to sleep on my bed!” you protested. “Your bed feels more comfortable. I can feel it…” “I don’t take excuses for granted, Wirth. Now get outta my bed ....”

“You already know that my dad’s mean, Wirth— why’d you gotta remind me?” you sighed as he responded, slightly chuckling, “Well, it just came to my mind, nothing special really.” He slowly moved closer to you, as his face was literally inches away from yours, he mumbled “You’re nothing like him. You’re nothing like anyone— at all. When dad used to play favorites on me and my brother, who did you like better?” “You, obviously. He kinda acts like a robot though..” you said jokingly. “But, Wirth. Just saying, no offense to him though.” Wirth bit his tongue, then suddenly laughed. “See, I knew you liked me better. Honestly, I hoped you did.” He chuckles, “This is getting insanely boring now. I want to do something.” He gestures himself closer to you. “Do you want to kiss?” He asked without hesitation. “What the heck? Are you out of your mind..?” You raised your eyebrow. “It’s to ease boredom! I swear I’m not gonna say anything after.” he responded. “Well, if it can ease boredom…”

You don’t know how you landed in this situation. Wirth was kissing you, you were seated on his lap with your arms over his shoulders. His lips brushed against yours as you two were trying to catch your breaths as you were entangled in your heated kiss. His lips felt like soft silk against yours as you felt a soft tickle on your nose. He pulled away after a while, then chuckled. “You truly love me, don’t you? Because I love you, so much.” You responded with a simple smile, more than enough for him. “I love you too, Wirth Madl.” You gleamed with joy.

"I'm serious about the word "I love you". If ever you don't think so, love me, because it's only u and i in this world.”

[wrathofrats]

WRATH YOUR TAGS ON THE SWISSALPS??? HOW DARE YOUUUU IM IN SHAMBLES FUCKKKKK IM GONNA KMS IF U DONT WRITE IT PLEASEEEEEEE

LMAO HI DONT DO THAT I GOT U BESTIE

Original post

I got carried away and blacked out and it became 2k, idk what happened either.

Swiss is so inexperienced and very anxious and mountain is the sweetest actually. This is so awkward because these two are dorks so good luck.

Small small mentions of blood but it’s taken as a joke.

It wasn’t long after Swiss was summoned that he truly started to understand the bands dynamic. Day in and day out of watching his pack mates eye each other like a piece of meat, constant touching and flirting and there was many parts of Swiss that yearned to be included in it.

He didn’t feel ready. Half split between feeling left out as the two ghoulettes he came with have been bonded and together since summon, and the other ghouls really seemed to take to them after a couple days anyways. It wasn’t like no one took to him, but he’s never propositioned, desired, at least not in his line of sight. He feels like he would be intruding if he were to say anything. So he waits.

The other half worries partially about being inexperienced. Never used a human body, barely has even touched himself and god he’s probably embarrassing, no one wants to be with someone so inexperienced right?

He continues to think about it. Fuck he practically studies the other ghouls and sex and whatever the fuck they’re doing together because when the time comes he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. He’s genuinely afraid he will just get laughed out of the room if he’s not ready though he’s sure he’s probably acting insane.

Truly Swiss has no clue what to think.

He sits on his bed, tosses a toy around in his hands. Nothing insane, something normal sized since he’s a beginner but he worries about it anyways. Hypothetically he knows where it’s supposed to go but

How?

He has no clue.

“I’ve seen dew take two before” rain smirks “shouldve seen him around me and aether, didn’t know the tight whore could do it!”

Does Swiss need to be able to take two?

He rolls the dildo in his hands again and gulps.

Maybe that’s a lesson for another day.

“Rain talks a big game but you should see how whiny he gets when he’s got a drop of blood in front of his nose. Had him drinking from my wrist the other day, he’d do anything for it” aether laughs

He almost winced hearing about it the first time. Never really considered… that being a part of things but ….. he can accept it if he has to, if that’s what the others want.

Swiss is probably getting ahead of himself.

He takes a deep breath and lays down in his bed, just stares at the toy in question because he really isn’t sure what to do with it. There’s no question of what he has to do but he doesn’t understand.

There’s a point where Swiss just decides to rip the bandaid off, reaches between his hiked up legs and pushes it into the tight ring of muscle.

It hurts, burns, doesn’t go in more than a millimeter and he thinks he’s probably fucked it up somehow or maybe he’s just awful or whatever other reason but he decides to simply give up for the night. The worries left to eat at him for the next day.

The morning is really no better for his mind. Stands at the kitchen counter lost in thought before anyone else comes in, the boisterous laughter breaking him out of his anxiety induced trance.

“Feeling ok sunbeam?” Mountain gives him a worried look, standing next to him to lean on the marble.

“Yeah! Didn’t sleep well, I’m fine”

“Well if you ever want help sleeping just let me know” mountain winks at him.

Was that?

It couldn’t be. Right?

Did mountain just finally proposition to fuck him?

He can’t say no. He’s come too far and wanted it too bad so he has to go to his room tonight right?

Questions race around Swiss’ brain. He’s the bottom right? Mountain is like a foot taller than him so that has to be it? But what if he that’s not correct and mountain gets offended? What if the rest of the pack hears and hates him? What if-

He desperately needs his brain to shut the fuck up.

The hours pass like molasses. Swiss swears every time he checks his watch after he’s sure it’s been an hour it’s really only been 10 minutes.

What time is he even supposed to go up there?

God he wishes more than anything he could stop this anxiety.

Swiss decides around 10 pm is good. Late enough for a reasonable bedtime but early enough he knows mountain won’t actually be asleep.

Mountain is shirtless, wearing low grey sweatpants when he answers the door. Swiss thinks he may be drooling but attempts to collect himself enough to speak.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come up here, been waiting for you to come to one of us sunbeam” mountain chuckles and motions through the open door to invite him in.

“Been waiting for you myself, hard to ignore such a big guy like you” Swiss pushes himself against mountain. He’s heard in pornos that men like to be called big. That was right to say, right?

“Didn’t know you were so eager” mountain smiles and lightly shoves Swiss onto the bed, straddling his small waist against the sheets.

“Course I’m eager, been waiting for this for ages, want to drink the blood from your wrist” Swiss winks.

Mountain sits up, “what?” He looks at him confused.

Did Swiss do it wrong? Aether made it seem like that was normal….

“I- um …. Yeah, want you to fuck me stupid, make me your whore?” He loses all confidence to his voice, looks scared to even say it and the concerned expression on mountains faces turns to laughter. So he really did fuck it up huh.

“Swiss…… have you done this before?” Mountain gets out between laughs.

Swiss should probably get up, leave with his tail between his legs and god he’s going to be laughed of the band for this,

“No… I’m sorry I ruined it I’ll go-“

“No! You don’t have to do that. Didn’t expect you to know.” Mountain smiles at him “come here, can I teach you? You sure you want this?”

A large hand caresses Swiss’s waist. Mountain moves him against the pillows, studying his language for any sign of hesitation or regret.

“Please” Swiss mumbles

It’s cute to watch him suddenly so shy, came in like a speeding bullet but now can’t look mountain in the eye.

“How much do you know? Have you ever touched yourself sunbeam?” Oh the tone to mountains voice should not be turning Swiss on but god it’s deep and gravely and yeah Swiss definitely may be desperate.

“No.. I tried but I don’t … know how? I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologize, you’re ok, you’re safe here”

Swiss does feel safe. Safe enough to let mountain undress him, gently lift his shirt over his head and unbutton his pants.

“I’m going to touch you, alright? Tell me immediately if you start to feel strange” mountain caresses his cheek, staring into his warm brown eyes before reaching down for his hardening cock. It doesn’t take much for it to stiffen up fully, just a couple of touches and Swiss is hard against his stomach, still watching for mountains next move.

“There we go, gonna move your knees up. Is it ok if I put my fingers in you? Need to stretch you out if you still want me to fuck you”

Swiss just nods in agreement, bites his lip in favor of speaking and watches as mountain pours some kind of thick liquid onto his fingers.

“Just lube, it’s going to help”

It feels weird at first, more like some kind of intrusion than any mind numbing pleasure he’s heard about it. Swiss moans anyways, doesn’t want to hurt mountains feelings if it’s really supposed to feel good.

“Swiss…. It’s ok it’s not supposed to feel good yet, you don’t have to fake it for me” mountain laughs at the multi ghouls rapidly reddening face

“Besides, you won’t have to fake it here soon”

It’s embarrassing that a drop of pre bubbles at his tip just from that sentence. Mountains smile doesn’t drop, only a little cocky from the situation.

After three fingers mountain starts to push deeper, rolling them up instead of scissoring and-

Oh.

Swiss nearly yelps, vision blurs and jumps off the bed when mountain hits something inside of him.

“There you go, did you like that?” He laughs. God he needs mountain to stop laughing at him, needs his cock to stop jumping at his laughter too.

“Think you’re ready? Still ok?”

“Please” Swiss whines

The first inch feels wrong again. Nothing like when he did it the other night but mountain is much bigger than his toy and it honestly feels like it may be too much. He holds his breath, the stretch knocking the air from his lungs anyways but he grips the sheets and waits for mountain to sink the rest of the way in.

It’s overly slow, mountain being overly caring as always but he can feel every inch carve its way into him and he just waist for mountain to be down so he can collect himself.

“You’re ok, promise I’ll make you feel so good alright? You’re doing so well”

Swiss mentally notes the way his words make him see stars. That’s a kink to deal with another day.

“Gonna move ok?”

The outward thrust feels like it takes years, before mountain quickly moves back in him, trying to loosen him up before really taking him and mountain deserves an award in patience for being able to control himself for so long with Swiss so hot and tight around him.

“Fuck mount- feels- mountain-” Swiss gasps once mountain gets to pace. Eyes closed tight and mouth agape. Soft moans and whimpers escaping his lips and Swiss throws his hand over his mouth to attempt to silence himself.

Mountain quickly grabs his wrists, holding them above his head, “wanna hear you, wanna hear what I’m doing to you, fuck- Swiss want you to be loud for me”

A hot pit forms in Swiss’s stomach, burns in his abdomen and has his eyes crossing with the feeling,

“Mountain- I think I’m getting close I- please i think I’m going to-“ Swiss doesn’t even get the sentence out before he’s spilling hot and thick all over his stomach.

“There you go, fuck Swiss, so good feel so fucking good wrapped around me”

Mountain cums not moments later, pulls out and jacks himself onto the sheets as to not be ungentleman like for Swiss’s first time.

“Feeling alright Swiss?”

“Holy fucking shit I get it now”

[luvrrszn]

Godspeed

SIRIUS BLACK x FEM READER

summary in which sirius black leaves you with a letter

warnings angst, bad writing, um idk!, spelling and grammar errors probably hehehhe i'm writing this in the dark my eyes r a little blurry whoopsies

a/n took songspo (song inspo? idk!) from Godspeed by FRUNK OSHENNN; sirius and you are both in your twenties! u guys r married already but let's skip right over any possible plot holes please n thank u

masterlist

I will always love you How I do Let go of a prayer for you Just a sweet word The table is prepared for you

When you wake up in the morning, you can't seem to find Sirius in his usual spot next to you. You assume he's probably just getting washed up, or making a pot of tea for when you woke up.

You pull yourself out of bed, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face before heading downstairs. You expect to hear the whistling of the kettle, or maybe a little ding from the bread toaster, but you were met with silence. Brushing it off, you continued making your way down the stairs.

However, when you reach the kitchen and still have no sight of Sirius, you feel something off. Never has there been a day where he hasn't been all over you within five minutes of you waking up.

You start thinking the worst.

What if he left you? For good?

Your heart sinks when you see a folded piece of parchment on the kitchen island. Next to it is his wedding band.

You try to keep it together as you reach for the letter, your hands trembling. Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you unfold the parchment.

Wishing you godspeed, glory There will be mountains you won't move

"My dearest bug,

I love you. Please do not think that my leaving was because of you.

Well, it was, but not for the reasons you think.

I need to leave in order to keep you safe, my love. They are looking for me, and I cannot take the risk of them finding you when they come for me.

There are no words to express how sorry I am for leaving you like this. I do not expect you to forgive me, I do not expect you to forget what I have done.

I just hope that you know that I love you. With all my heart and my soul.

I love you, my dove.

Forever yours,

Sirius"

Still, I'll always be there for you How I do

You look at the picture of Sirius on the mantle of the fireplace. It's your favourite picture of him, in which he's holding a bouquet of flowers. Flowers he gave you on the night of your first anniversary.

You notice a new picture next to it. Your heart stings a little as you stare at the picture. Sirius is blowing a kiss at you.

You kiss your fingers, and press it to the picture frame.

I let go of my claim on you, it's a free world You look down on where you came from sometimes

Slowly, you get used to life without Sirius.

You get used to buying groceries for one.

You get used to cooking for one.

You get used to not having to sort through socks to separate yours from his.

You get used to not having to complain about the toilet seat being up.

You get used to the loneliness.

But you'll have this place to call home, always

But you keep all his things.

His clothes keep their place.

His shoes remain by the front door.

HIs unopened mail rest on the coffee table.

His favourite crisps go stale in a cupboard.

You wear his wedding band on a chain around your neck.

You never, ever forget him.

This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes (oh) Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind (until it's time) This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes (oh, oh-oh) Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind (oh, oh-oh, oh) This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes (oh, until it's time we die) Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind

On the hard days, the only thing getting you by is hope.

Hope that he'll come back.

Hope that he'll walk right through the front doors and say that the two of you are free.

Hope that he'll come back and wrap you in his arms and never let go.

But that is all it is.

Hope.

Hmm-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh I'll always love you until the time we die Oh-oh, hmm