#we tight 🤞🤞

[f1nneas]

The only people I ever truly talk to about my problems are my journal and my mum sometimes idk mostly my journal 💯💯💯

[purplerabbitkisser]

here you go you hungry lizard people

i dont think hes doing too good

sorry for the decreasing quality

ill probably make another part but i have a few ideas i want to make before so hold on tight🤞

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[st7rnioioss]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ sub!matt headcanons

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: nsfw content (most of it), smut!! (?)

a/n: LOVE THIS REQUEST THANKS🤞 pls spam my inbox i need to be forced into work BYE. also, i’ll get to work on used to be my girl part 2, i swear

this is based off this request!

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- First, I KNOW THIS MAN WHIMPERS🗣️ HEAVY on this i don’t care.

- Matt would definitely spit out a bunch of random words in the quietest, whiniest, high-pitched tone. Just babbling, not being able to make the words sound right.

- It would start out as simple as cuddling, and when you got a little too touchy with him, he would shut his eyes tightly together, begging you to touch him.

- I know this man is a sucker for neck kisses (GOIDBYE IM GIGGLIMG) Like, as soon as you find the certain soft spot on his neck, he is not seen quiet‼️ Whimpering, moaning, squirming beneath you, panting breathlessly, clammy/sweaty palms gripping the back of your neck to hold you closer - he does not want you to stop.

- If you’re on top of him (pooooossibly riding him) he’d look up through his messy hair with his droopy eyes. As I said, he’s squeezing his eyes together, his brows frowning. Maybe even take his bottom lip between his teeth (he so would).

- If you’re in public and start flirting with him, he’d immediately try to shut it down (but he secretly likes it)

“What- No. Stop, we can’t do it here- What are you- We’re in public!” He whispered, protesting but still following along like a lost puppy.

“Oh come on, don’t be a wussy. Nobody’s gonna notice,” You smiled, pushing the door open to the restrooms.

And you ended up fucking in the library bathroom

- Sub!Matt would 100% always get horny around you, no matter the occasion. Before any sort of event, he’d be dragged into a bathroom, bedroom, backseat of a car, for a quickie.

- Imagine Matt with glasses (spelling bee spelling bee spelling bee spelling bee) who’d always fumble nervously with his glasses, because you make him nervous over the simplest stuff. A simple touch or kiss does it for him (the one above this one).

- If he ever got a bit too loud when you’re having sex, imagine grabbing his face and whispering something along ‘does it really feel that good? hm?’ and just earn a whimper in response.

- Giving him head would send him over the edge IMMEDIATELY. Bucking his hips, mumbling a whole load of ‘sorry, sorry, sorry’, but cutting himself off with high-pitched whimpers and moans, just to buck his hips up again.

A fistful of your hair in his hands that he swore to himself he’d keep tight, but immediately looses his grasp on you because he just can’t contain himself. Also - he could never receive head standing, he gotta sit or else his knees will fail him.

- Matt would grip. Sitting in his gamer chair while receiving head? He’s gripping the armrests. Leaning against the headboard as you ride him? He’s gripping the headboard behind him. Laying flat on his back as you’re on top of him? He’s gripping your hips and waist (not as tightly, he can’t stand the thought of hurting you).

- HES VERBALLL🗣️ of course some of it turns to mumbling, but when he’s LOUD and VERBAL?

‘oh my fu- god- j-just like that’

‘please- it feels so good- you feel so good’

‘i’m so so close, keep- keep going, please’ as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.

a/n: i could keep going

taglist: @chrissgirlsstuff @leah-loves-lilies @toriinie @cupidzsq @lacysturniolo @iluvmattyb @ratatioulle @emma4eva @riasturns @sstvrnioloo @sweetbabydoe @elliewrites1 @its-jennarose let me know if you'd like to be added!

[mycatateit]

are cream cheese pie and cheesecake the same thing? or are they just similar enough for interchangeablility but still different enough for comparison?

Only fall fruits were considered for the list. So no cherry or banana creams or the like.

Pumpkin is just a stand in for all Squash pies, so if you like a Butternut Squash tart... just vote for Pumpkin

Custard is also a stand in for all custards like Buttermilk Pie or Chess Pie ect.

[queenofsquids]

test print very testy

printing so small made the fit allowance in the elbow peanut really tight

and the ankle rim quite fragile

despite so much time in the uv station, the parts are still a little sticky so I will put them outside tomorrow if we have any sun

next print I will do at the correct size and just split the parts into two batches 🤞

[sehodreams]

Anton is so huge that my whole tit can probably fit in the palm of his hand his head 😩 his existence is honestly just such a turn on I need to fuck this man at least once in my life omg. Along with a size kink, imagine him with a bulge kink 🧎‍♀️he’s so huge you can probably see him stick out of your guts while fucking🙂 oh to have your guts rearranged by this man I just need him to fuck me stupid until I’m a babbling mess (…binbofication kink maybe?) fine ass man honestly he’s so fucking HOT I just wanna be his pretty girl with this 186 cm tall ass towering over me (as a 5ft person this is the height difference I deserve😔)

HAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA

You deserve it, let's manifest you (we all) find someone with that height difference 🤞

But yes, look at those hands for the love of god, doesn't matter if you're a cup D he'll be able to grope them so well, I imagine him practically worshipping any pair of tits in front of him, doesn't matter the size, he'll try to cup them with his hands to then tend on them with his tongue over your nipples, leaving thousands of little bites until your crying of how good it feels like.

Also, the size kink, he's so addicted to how he can cage you, press you and manhandle you, he loves how he can lift your hips with so much ease when you're on your fours feeling his cock rearrange your guts, a mumbling and crying mess trying to contain yourself muffling your voice with the pillow your holding onto to stay sane, but he likes to hear you so much that soon he's pulling you by the hair or neck so you don't hide your moans anymore, laughing at how stupid he made you with his cock. "Ow, my smart girl can't think anymore?", he'd murmur while pressing his fingers even harder on your neck or his fist over your hair, enjoying the tears that stream down your face with the way he's fucking you.

However, for him, nothing compares to the way you cry when he's over you pushing open your legs with his hands on your tights while you take his cock like a good girl, and looking at him in the eyes while, by the border of his sight, he sees how a little bulge appears every time he slides in, pushing your lower tummy to feel himself inside you when you start to clench so much that you're already dripping your next orgasm around him, delirious cries leaving your mouth repeating his name like a mantra, making you stupid with his cock just like he wanted.

[chysalxsm]

Thinking about .... {Twt. Porn link}

Thinking about Gojo/Geto/You threesome

CW: threesome, short story, not proofread 😔, aftercare (a little for Gojo), sub! Gojo, dom! Geto and switch!reader, Gojo gets fucked in the ass by Geto and ridden by you, more?

Y'all I had Corona (not anymore) but I'm still sick😔 Working on the Geto kinktober post and hopefully I'll be done today🤞

,,S-Satoru go faster!" You're whining out on top of Gojo, desperately trying your best to grind down on his cock, since he stopped thrusting up to you, yet you fail. Your hips buck but you don't feel as good as you usually do and it didn't help when your boyfriend was fucked dumb by his best friend Suguru.

,,Yeah Satoru..help your girlfriend out, or are you already fucked dumb?" Geto gives out a teasing remark about Gojo's attitude. His eyes were rolling back and pretty moans leaving his lips as he's getting fucked in the ass by Suguru and getting ridden by you. The feeling of your tight cunt and geto's fat cock was making him feel like he's on cloud nine. His mind was blank, all he could think about was to come.

,,Look at her, begging you and oh? Rubbing her clit? Don't you wanna help her, hm?~" Geto was giggling, seeing you so needy like this was making him even harder than he already is. Geto starts thrusting into Gojo harder and harder, and all the white haired boy could do was to whimper inaudible words out. His eyes were shut tight and he used all of his strength to rub your clit for you. His pretty long fingers working fast on your wet heat, making you moan out.

,,Yeah good boy Satoru~ you're doing so good~" Satoru's mouth hangs open when he heard the praise from no other than Geto, holding onto his slim hips to thrust into him harder and Gojo couldn't take it anymore. He let out a pleasured cry as his seed fills you up and his cock starts twitching inside of you. The sudden fullness made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you release just a second later as your boyfriend.

You get off Satoru's cock with shaky legs, laying down on the king sized bed of Geto's bedroom, as you glimpse over to Geto and Satoru. Geto was just pulling out of your boyfriend's ass before turning towards you with a smirk. Satoru was a panting mess and pout. You wanted your boyfriend to feel good, so you crawl towards Satoru and plant reassuring kisses all over his face and run your hands over his shoulder ,,You did great sweetheart." You whisper in his ear before giving him a loving but short kiss on the lips.

,,Mhmm can I use her now? It was our bet right? If I make you come then I get to fuck her." Geto pulls on Gojo's hair, forcing him to look into his eyes. He just nods with hazy eyes and you look over to the raven haired boy.

,,O-oh we aren't done?" You chuckle out, biting on your bottom lip as your eyes roams over the muscular body of your friend.

,,We don't have to do this if you don't want to." Geto says softly with a reassuring smile and you both look over to Satoru who just nods before his head falls down on the pillow. You both laugh out softly and the permission of Satoru was all you needed before pouncing on Geto.

,,Oh I want it."

[meafortuna]

ASTRO NOTES #2 🎆

Let’s talk about synastry. 💞 I know you ladies (i hope u guys too) love that topic and here are some observations of mine. Take only what resonates for you and enjoy it! 😇

*Good synastry won’t save your relationship and the bad one will not destroy it. ⚠️

• If someone’s Moon falls in your 12th house or vice versa, that is a guarantee for you to dream a lot that person, and it’s not just dreams, more like intuitive or vivid ones. When you dream of them you may have the feeling your conversations are real or telepathically. Very spiritual bond, especially if the Moon is in water sign. 🦀🦂🐡

• Sun - Mars hard aspects… The Sun person will be always on battle within themselves do they like or hate the Mars person. Not so favourable aspect, but the s*xual tension is off the charts.🌶️If Tom and Jerry have synastry chart, I’m pretty sure this aspect will be there. 😁

• If someone's inner planets falls in your 6th house, there is a chance to turns out that the planet person it is not your friend at all. 🔪If it comes to romantic couple it’s possible the 6th house person to be betrayed emotionally/s*xually, especially if the planets are Venus, Mars or Moon. Because sixth house is not only about our health, daily routine and etc. it is also about who are our open enemies.😈 Just be careful.🤞

• When Vertex or Anti-vertex make tight conjunct to NN/SN or planets - this can be an indicator for you guys were meant to meet each other and it will make a significant impact on you. ✨

• The conjunction between Saturn and Venus, it’s a big indicator for having a karmic relationship with someone. This aspect comes with ups and downs, the Venus person can feel a little bit restricted by the Saturn person, but there is a big chance for the couple to grown together and stay together for really long time. Infact i often noticed that when it comes to synastry, people really dislike this aspect, but why? There is not only bad in karmic connections it all depends on what kind of fate you two have. WHO and WHY said that when Saturn is involved, something scary will necessarily happen? I think it all comes from the word “karma”, but “fate” and “destiny” are synonyms for karma, right? So is it something wrong with that to have fated/destined connection with someone?! Doesn’t sound wrong for me, not at all. Ok, let’s get back to the point… 😅 With conjunction between Daddy Saturn and Lady Venus the couple can experience that kind of thing like “we are not together, but we keep coming back to each other again and again”. 🪃 And why? Because this is their karma . Also if you have this aspect in yout natal chart it will be easier for u to deal with it in synastry. Yes, karma is a b*tch, but only if u are one. 🙃

• Sun making hard aspect to Sun it’s always battle for power. 🤼‍♀️ The two of you have really different aproach to life. One of you will be push to make more compromise than the other and that will make the individual feels frustrated and unappreciated.

• If someone's Sun or ASC falls in your 7th house, you will be drawn to that person, see them as The One.⭐️ Even if the native it’s not really your type and doesn’t meet your expectations. In my eyes can be a little annoying to have this placement with someone, because that will make you do sacrifices and things that you wouldn’t do for any other else, just because you trully believe in that this is your person, even if this is not actually the truth.

• Pay attention when someone’s Pluto falls in your second house. And no, not just because there is a 100% chance there will be too much possession and jealousy, but more about the fact that your partner may take the control over your money, but not necessarily in a good way. As we know Pluto it’s all about transformations, so there can be a great chance for you to earn money/presents 💸🎁 from that person or you can feel more financially confident with them, you never know. My advice is to be more cautious when it comes to your money, if you have this placement with someone.

~meafortuna 💙

[nieded]

#RainbowRoad for Rainbow Railroad Charity Drive

CLICK HERE TO PREORDER

Hello, everyone!

As you may know, a couple of years ago I wrote a Good Omens fic called Sit Tight, Take Hold. It kicked off an amazing friendship with a group of people who have now come together to organize a fundraiser to support an LGBTQ+ non-profit.

I'm really excited to announce that we are running a charity drive to support Rainbow Railroad alongside the release Good Omens Season 2 and the third and final part of the #rainbowroad series, Fools Rush In.

What is Rainbow Railroad?

Rainbow Railroad is a non-profit organization that works to relocate at-risk LGBTQ+ individuals to safety globally.

"As a result of Rainbow Railroad, more LGBTQI+ individuals can access lives free from persecution, and ultimately, we envision a world where LGBTQI+ people can live lives of their choosing, free from persecution."

If you've read STTH and AALS, you may remember that Formula 1 visits a multitude of countries that have poor human rights and are unfriendly to LGBTQ+ individuals. I vacillated between many charity organizations before settling on this one, which encompasses the global nature of the #rainbowroad universe and some of the challenges the characters face. Thank you, @kookaburra-laugh, for suggesting this charity!

Great! How can I help?

@dustandhalos, @blairamok, and @cinnabarmint are releasing prints of their art for #rainbowroad on Etsy. Art options include:

a. A 5x7 postcard pack of 6 prints featured in STTH!

b. An 12x18 poster of Crowley's C8ZR1 from part two, Accept A Little Spin

c. And last but not least, an 18x24 print of Ezira's signed Anthony Fucking Crowley poster.

[Preview images are protected with anti-AI cloaking technology Glaze, and may depict slight pixelation and/or distortion. Printed art will not depict this distortion.]

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL. WE ARE PRINTING SIT TIGHT, TAKE HOLD. Thank you, again, to @blairamok, who made the astounding cover art.

I will update everyone once I get the physical proof, but the book includes 428 pages incorporating the tumblr posts, news articles, and text messages. The dimensions will be 6x9x1, printed in color on 80lb matte paper.

How does this work?

CLICK HERE TO PREORDER

Preorders open TODAY and will run for a month until Friday 9/1. Once preorders close, we will submit the orders to the various printers. All proceeds will go to Rainbow Railroad, minus the cost of printing and shipping orders. We hope to start shipping out merch mid to late-September. Depending on how many orders we get will depend on how quickly we can ship everything out, but we will keep you posted once preorders close.

Hopefully, if you order something and live in the US, it will arrive by the time Fools Rush In finishes posting on 10/13.🤞🤞🤞 We will be shipping internationally as well!

What if I can't afford to order anything?

That's okay! Please reblog this post so more people can see it. It will bring more attention to the charity drive and more attention to Rainbow Railroad!

What the heck is #rainbowroad?

#rainbowroad is a trilogy about our favorite Good Omens characters reimagined as Formula 1 drivers. I have no idea how this came into my head beyond binging Good Omens and Drive to Survive at the same time. The final part of the main trilogy, Fools Rush In, is currently posting and slated to end on 10/13. It is COMPLETE.

Thank you to my friends and all the readers who have made this possible! I am so excited to share this with you. Please reblog to boost awareness. If you have specific questions, shoot me an ask!

Massive thanks to @dustandhalos, @blairamok, @cinnabarmint, and @kookaburra-laugh for making this possible!

ni <3

[sonikkublue]

We know how loving Mr. He was to Amy, so how loving was Amy to Mr. H? And another question (you don't have to answer), Mr. H or Amy infertile? They don't seem to have kids of their own, so I was just curious.

I wanna say Amy was more affectionate towards Mr. H, than Mr. H towards Amy

She was the most gentle with his heart

It’s Amy’s turn for a list!

Was the first to ever see the good in Mr. H, befriending him since childhood

Gave him chances no one else gave him, knowing he makes are mistakes; not harsh decisions

Despite running her own business, she still made time to walk over to her husband’s building to personally deliver baked funnis that he loves

Made his first birthday in years enjoyable

Liked to teach him how to bake, even tho he’s put the kitchen in flames every single time (continued to teach him)

Always took care of him after stressful hours at work

Always tied his ties for him since he doesn’t know how (giving him kisses afterwards) ((he kept the kisses))

Went shopping and bought his ties (that she personally picked for him) ((Mr. H had very pretty ties afterwards))

His numba 1 supporter thru and thru (locked tight🤞)

Again I could be missing sum, but I will def make a post abt adding more like I said last time

These 2 make me wanna rip my hair out

[crimsonbubble]

WAIT, YOU DO VALORANT REQUESTS?? OKAY OKAY. CONSIDER THIS ONE :

Reader (they/them) is in a situationship with Yoru (it's pretty clear they both like each other, but no one has conffessed yet).

We all know how cocky Yoru can get. What if one day Phoenix was teasing Yoru for liking Y/N and Yoru just gets tired and lies to Phoenix that he actually hates Reader or something like that?

AND WHAT IF READER OVERHEARS AND TAKES YORU'S WORDS TO HEART? DISTANCING THEMSELVES AND JUST RETHINKING EVERYTHING?

WOULD YORU APOLOGISE? HOW WOULD HE DO IT?

FLUFF ENDING PLEEEEAAAASSEEEEE

If you can't write this prompt, it's okie! Take care! 💖

cw. hurt/comfort, gn!reader, yoru being emotionally constipated *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[yoru my beloved <33 i hope this suits your tastes 🤞🤞]

you were too caught up in your head as you listened to your footsteps echo quietly in the empty corridor. you made you way into the main room, quietly slipping into the kitchen as you listened in on the rant that phoenix had started with yoru. you rested your hand on the tap, trying to keep quiet as you listened.

"oh come on, you know you like them. admit it." yoru grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

"phoenix, this is the last time I'm saying this. no, I don't like them. they're fucking annoying and not my type." upon hearing that, you hurried to fill your water bottle and make your way back to your room.

yoru heard you slam the tap down, sitting up as you rushed back down the corridor. his eyes followed your figure as you walked away, a sudden tightness spreading across his chest. he fell back against the couch, his head in his hands as he can't believe how badly he fumbled with his words.

phoenix smacked yoru upside the head, shaking his head disapprovingly. "this is what happens when you don't watch your mouth. this is your problem, fix it."

you slammed the door closed behind you, trying to take deep breaths as you sat on the edge of your bed. your lower lip wobbled, a stray tear cascading down your cheek. you lay down in bed, hiding your face in the pillow as you attempted to steady your breathing.

you spent the next few days avoiding him and you were doing a damn good job at it, it made yoru frustrated. over the days you've spent ignoring him, yoru spent his free hours creating a gift basket.

with that, he bid yoru goodnight, walking down the hallway just like you did. yoru felt tears burn in his eyes as he sank further into the couch, he let out a huff before making his way to his room.

he managed to fill it with your favorite snacks, candy, drinks, and a handwritten letter. the basket sat in his room, a constant reminder of how hard you're working to avoid him. yoru sat at the foot of his bed, fiddling with the letter.

he felt stupid writing a letter but it was the easiest way to say the things he was afraid to. he put the card back in the basket, carefully taking it with him as he made his way to your room. sage will kill him if he finds him in the girl's dorm after hours, so he had to be quick.

just as he approached the door, a soft voice called for him. he nearly dropped the basket as he jumped back. "I can explain-" yoru carefully set the basket down.

"go on then." sage crossed her arms, staring at him deadpanned as yoru stumbled over his words. she eyed the basket, seeing the letter with your name and a heart on it. "yknow what? nevermind, just make it quick." sage gave yoru a small wink before making her way to her room. sage let out a breathy laugh as she saw the array of snacks, all of the ones you liked.

yoru quietly knocked on your door, carefully pushing it open. his eyes softened as he saw the small collection of arcade machine plushies he's won you, sitting on the empty side of your bed. yoru set the basket on your desk, his eyes tracing over your features. he made his way to your bedside, crouching down to push the hair out of your face. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, trying to make his way back to his room before he was caught.

you grabbed his sleeve, tugging him back. he stumbled a bit, watching with questioning eyes as you tugged him closer, peeking up at him through sleepy eyes. yoru smiled softly, caressing your face. "don't worry, you'll see me tomorrow. go back to sleep."

you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes as you looked around the room, spotting the basket yoru had put on your desk just hours ago. you felt arms tightening around you, freaking out for all but four seconds before you recognized the tuft of blue and black hair against your pillows.

he tried to stand again, but you tugged him down harder, shuffling back in bed to give him space. he watched as you only tugged at his shirt, a soft pout playing at your lips. his heart warmed as he finally laid down in bed beside you. you immediately snuggled into his warmth, wrapping yourself around him. yoru kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back as he finally fell asleep with you in his arms.

sage quietly knocked on your door, peeking in to see that you were awake. a smile made its way onto her face, watching how you combed your fingers through his hair as you sat against the headboard. "I suggest you read the letter. I'm sure yoru put a lot of effort into it." sage left quietly as you peered over at your desk.

you watched as sage closed the door, slowly climbing off your bed to pad over to the basket. you sat down in your desk chair, scanning over the large selection of snacks and drinks. you picked up the letter, looking back at him as he slept in your bed. you lean back in your chair, wincing as it squealed under your movements.

your heart is pounding in your chest and your smile unable to leave your face as you read the letter. by now yoru had woken up, freaking out for a second at the unfamiliar surroundings, until he saw you at your desk. his heart is pounding in his chest and he almost thinks it's loud enough for you to hear it.

you spun in the chair, looking at him with such a soft smile and watery eyes it made his heart clench. he got out of bed as you stood from your chair. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a quick peck on his cheek. "I love you too."

yoru's heart was soaring as he wrapped his arms around you, eyes lining with tears. "I'm sorry. please don't ignore me like that." you pressed a kiss to his lips, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. "as long as you don't act like an idiot, again."

"I'm your idiot, now."

[sillygoosealert]

Can you write about Smoke x reader, where reader has a secret crush on Smoke who accidently finds out because someone else lets it slip?

I feel so silly when people ask me stuff, you want ME to write for you? Tehe okay my PPP (Pretty Pink Princess)

Having a SECRET crush on Smoke (≧ω≦)/

Context- your a recruited nurse for the Wu Shi (if you would like me to write about you being a fighter or anything specific just ask because i LIVE for requests)

When being recruited to help at the Wu Shi Academy, you weren’t expecting people besides those training at the Wu Shi to appear

But it seems people from the Lin Kuei like to test their might against those in training

Call it fate, but when a smoking hot young man is observing the recruits, you smile a little and feel fuzzy

You can’t keep this to yourself- you have to ask who he is

So when you’re patching up one of the newest rag-dolls, Jonny Cage, you mention him very casually

‘Did you see the guy with grey hair? Do you know why he’s here?’ He looks you up and down, quirking his eyebrow.

‘He’s smoking, isn’t he?’ You give him a thousand-mile stare, not sure how far this conversation is aloud to go- if you’re allowed to have it at all.

‘He’s cute.. is he becoming one of our recruits?’ you cross your toes, fingers, and legs- which you’d rather keep open but that doesn’t matter right now.

‘I could hook you up, we’re kinda tight’ you know who else is tight.. he wraps an arm around you, exaggerating a sigh as he does.

‘Really? What’s his name?’ Things are going good, too good and too fast, but good..

‘Tomas, he’s a gentle giant, a beefcake too’ you saw, his biceps were massive.

‘Can we keep this between us..? This is the least professional conversation I’ve had..ever’

‘Of course babydoll, my lips- are sealed�� no they are not, they are always moving, but what did you expect?

You go on with your days sitting close to Tomas and getting stared at by Johnny, who is not subtle

You think Tomas notices too, as he looks away with a pink face

You’re sitting at lunch with all the apprentices and smoke- who wanted to spend some time here..

You and Tomas are talking and joking around about the Lin Kuei having competition with how hard everyone is training; you’re definitely laughing a little too hard but he doesn’t mind- or maybe he just doesn’t notice.

‘You’re laughing a little too hard..’ Johnny giggles (tehe) and raises his eyebrows.

‘I don’t mind..’ Tomas says, what a savior.

Lunch ends and you almost go to your respective spots until Johnny and Tomas strike up a conversation.

‘Nice catch, how’d you know she liked you? Was it the laughing?’ Oh.My.Gods.

‘Sorry Johnny, could you repeat that?’ No..OH MY GODS

‘Oh..I thought you knew..’ your fight or flight kicks in, you could-

They’re both staring at you, hard.

‘Hey, it’s okay that you like me- really..’ you might spazz out right then and there, or cry.

‘I..okay..’ you fiddle with your uniform, then you see his shoes right infront of you..

‘Hey..’ you might scream and run into the forest naked- only to be found 2 weeks later dead of starvation and a mortified look on your face.

I NEED help on what to do next

[chngfrthwrst]

‘09 Ghoap + Reader

fem reader

a/n: cod brainrot means making a whole blog dedicated to just cod fanfics 🤞 also i’m still new to posting on tumblr so if anyone has any tips to make this better pls lmk thanks 🫶

look at the tags b4 u read ❤️

♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎

Soap smirked down at you both, grabbing each of your chins and making sure you were both paying attention to him fully.

“Ghost. Fuck our darling girl, won’t you? Be a good boy now.” You felt a shiver run down your spine, the idea of Soap completely ignoring you and treating you like some kind of toy he could play with was doing things for you.

Ghost nods quickly and moves behind where you’re currently sitting on your knees. He softly touches your waist and gently pushes you to lean forward.

You obey his hands, moving yourself forward so you sit on all fours, presenting yourself to his prying eyes. He hums an approval before leaning forward and hugging you close to his chest.

“Good boy, Ghost. Now fuck her like you mean it.” You can feel Ghost groan against your back and his cock twitches near your cunt.

Ghost leans away from where we was holding you close to his body and takes a hand away. Before you can ask any questions or even make a sound of disappointment, you feel Soap’s boot pressing between your shoulders and you let him push your chest to the floor.

He keeps his boot pressed roughly between your shoulder blades, heavy and dirty against your soft skin. Ghost pushes into your cunt just as you try to protest your position and you moan loudly.

Soap had been teasing you both for so long and you were finally getting the reward you’d both worked so hard for.

Ghost wastes no time in rutting into you, hips snapping back to yours hard and fast. He hits all the right spots and leaves you a whimpering mess under the Captain’s boot.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking it so well, baby.” He coos, pushing his boot into your back a little harder. You clench around Ghost as he does this and you feel more than hear the resulting groan from the man behind you.

“That’s right, keep going. Don’t you want to cum for me?” Soap’s talking to both of you now, teasing you and degrading your efforts. He’s completely broken you. All you can do it beg and whine underneath them both as they use you.

“Fuck. So tight.” Ghost is mumbling behind you, groaning and panting each time he thrusts back into your cunt. You can feel him twitching more and more and you squeeze around him.

“Please fill me up, Ghost. God please it’s all I need- FUCK!” You yelp in pain as you feel a hand slap your ass, the skin tender from the previous spanking.

“Good toys don’t speak. Unless you aren’t a good girl like I thought you were?” You almost cry at the implication and you squeeze on Ghost’s cock in protest.

You do stay silent though, biting your lip to try and silence the pleas threatening to burst past your lips.

“She’s so fucking tight. Fuck. Please can I cum inside her please please.” Ghost is barely legible, begging and moaning as he fucks you like it’s the last time.

Soap digs his boot into you even further before muttering out an approval for Ghost to cum. Said man wastes no time in following his orders and stills himself deep inside you.

You whine, another denied orgasm breaking your spirit even more. Ghost mumbles unintelligibly into your back, a string of ‘thank you’s leaving his bruised lips.

“Make her cum, Ghost. Be a good boy and clean up your mess.” You can hear the smile is Soap’s voice and finally you feel his foot leave your back and instead rest next to your head.

“Now, Sergeant.” Ghost whimpers pathetically, but immediately flips you over and kisses his way to your cunt which is now covered in a variety of all of your mixed fluids.

Ghost’s fingers dance across your thighs teasingly and you groan in annoyance. He takes this as a sign to hurry up and puts his mouth to your core.

You throw your head back and make eye contact with Soap. He smiles fondly at you before squatting down so he’s closer to you.

“Does he feel good? Is he eating you out right, baby?” You nod weakly, throwing your head back a bit further when Ghost finds the perfect spot and starts attacking it relentlessly.

“So good, so good.” You blabber, grabbing a fistfull of Ghost’s hair and reaching your other hand to wrap around Soap’s boot.

“Good. You’re both so fucking perfect. You listen so well, don’t you?” You nod, completely dazed and holding onto them both for dear life.

Then Ghost is pushing his fingers into you instead of his tongue and you cum. White hot fire lashes at the edges of your vision and consumes your body as you finally get the orgasm you’ve been denied all night.

Slowly but surely, the fire flickers away and you come back to your body and you notice Soap is sitting on the ground next to you and he’s holding you close.

“You with me?” You nod, words escaping you completely. He turns to Ghost and he nods as well, probably feeling as boneless as you do right now.

You smile sweetly at him and offer a hand to him. He grabs your hand softly and leans in to cuddle with you both.

You stay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm and enjoying the warmth of their bodies surrounding you and drowning out the rest of the world.

“We should get you two cleaned up, hm?” You feel Ghost grumble and shake his head against your chest, effectively moving your tits to a less comfortable position.

“Ghost. My boobs hurt.” You grumble back at him and he sighs, lifting himself and looking at you both.

You can almost see the hearts in his eyes.

“Good. Come on now, both of you need a bath.” Soap gently lifts you before wrapping an arm around Ghost and leads you both to the bathroom.

He sits you down on the countertop and pushes Ghost to sit on the lid of the toilet. Ghost slumps against the back of his makeshift seat and you giggle to yourself.

He closes his eyes and leans back and you stare at him, taking in the soft freckles that litter his skin and the old scars that carve into his flesh. The dingy light in the bathroom makes it hard to make out every part of his face and you long for the daylight to touch his skin again so you can admire it properly.

You were too busy staring at Ghost to notice Soap had filled the bath and finally stripped off his jacket. He had also rolled up his sleeves and you could see his arms threatening to rip his shirt to pieces.

“Come here, you!” He playfully grabs you and you giggle, wriggling in his grasp. Despite your best efforts, he keeps hold of you and delicately places you in the large bathtub.

You pout at him, still very much in subspace and not willing to let him leave you alone any time soon. He looks at you knowingly and smiles again.

“I’ll come wash you soon, let me get this lump in there with you first, though, okay?” You roll your eyes dramatically and slump against the edge of the tub. Soap smiles and turns to Ghost who is now snoring softly.

“Wake up, baby. You need a bath.” Ghost groans and picks himself up only to sit back down almost immediately. His legs shake a little and you giggle again.

“Damnit.” Ghost groans. He always hated being helped but sometimes he really needed it. Soap knew this and simply picked him up and slotted him right next to you in the tub.

You smiled and crawled over to the opposite edge, looking into Soap’s eyes.

He was always so sweet after he’d broken you to pieces.

But he always knew exactly how to put you back together.

And you always knew how to put him back together as well.

You kiss him softly and lean back, letting him do as he pleases.

Ghost lets Soap clean him as well and hums softly when you start massaging the shampoo into his hair.

“I like this.” You say quietly. But not quietly enough as both boys smile and hug you tightly.

What a way to end the night.

[una-hopeless-romantic1118]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: i died but im back for u hangry warren sluts<3333. following after the events of Part 2. ALSO changed the last name to Augustine bc i love the last name :3

timeline: ep. 3 

-> Part 1  

-> Part 2  

This chapter: Part 3

Part 4 

Part 5 

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warnings: cursing, drinking, hangovers, angsty y/n again, not proofread at all. it’s way too long than the other ones whoopsies. 

summary: a slow morning at y/n’s condo starts with warren, who makes it his mission to get to know the girl better, before pulling a “mastermind” of his own as well.

i never realized this but y/n in the first part was literally being a mastermind by taylor swift. AND WE STAN🤞🤞

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Warren didn’t wake up to the sound of Graham’s and Eddie’s loud chatter, the loud clinking of pans as Karen prepares for breakfast, or Julia’s shrieking cries that rattled the whole house awake, but it was the waves gently crashing in the distance.

Outside, through the light blue, almost translucent, curtains of the clear sliding door, he could see the sun about to rise in the most beautiful state ever. A mixture of the shades purple, orange, and pink, and it was perfect.

It sounds like it doesn’t make any sense at all, and if someone were to ever tell him that the sky could be this pretty, he wouldn’t have believed them. He would’ve waved it off as the coke talking.

But seeing it now, just having woken from the best sleep he’s had in a while, it was real and true. It impressed him. So much so that it drove him to get up from the couch he was sleeping at to take a closer look, as if he was a child waking up early to find his backyard snowing.

He swept off the curtain for a clearer look. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered heavily under his breath that the window had fogged up.

The sky was even better with the curtain swept off to the side. It was like he was in the middle of a painting. 

It was too good to be true.

Beneath the sunrise, the waves that woke him up continued its rhythmic pattern of gentle crashes on the shore, the bubbling it leaves on the sand, and then back to the ocean to gather energy to crash again.

He could stand there and watch it for hours.

His shared house Laurel Canyon was confined, there were barely any windows, and they didn’t have the nearest access to the beach.

He managed to peel his eyes off the scenery before him to look around the condo.

Who knew a celebrity’s condo could be so comforting? It wasn’t just the outside scenery that was comforting, but strangely, it was the mess of the living room.

The loose and weirdly shaped, different colored pieces of cloth on the table in front of the couch, an even bigger mess on the tables with the sewing machines, and loose pieces of paper with sketches of colorful designs.

Stylish designs, but some of them are bolder, more uniquely colored designs, that he knows there’s more to them than meets the eye, but are all x’ed over like mistakes.

He took note that some of them were indicated to be bejeweled pieces of clothing, decorated with nothing but jewels, gems, and silver, and it completely stands out from her usual tight, petite looking designs. Some were clothing pieces that were flowy and wispy, and if one were to put their arms out at the wind, it creates that free feeling statement. 

He picks up the sketches on the floor and tables, subconsciously starting a properly stacked pile of papers and placing them on the table, making sure to make a separate pile of the ones that are x’ed out.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────• 

Warren: I mean, the way she was talked about back then was unbelievable. I’m not over exaggerating when I say this, but I was probably one of the only people she had over at that condo.

She had hundreds of friends and admirers, so it kinda made me question how I was welcomed in. And knowing enough about her at the time, it wasn’t because I was a rockstar and she was a hard core fan.

*he lifts himself up from his seat* Mind if I get something real quick? 

Interviewer: Sure.

*he walks out of the camera’s view and into a room in his boat. not long, he comes back with a newspaper in hand.*

Warren: This is just one of the many newspapers I saw her name in, in big, white, bold letters. *he sits back down* I never saw something from the corner of my eye and recognize it this well.

Interviewer: Why’d you keep it?

Warren: *he shrugs with a smile* It’s the little things that matter, sobrina! She still smiles seeing this every now and then.

I bought this at a local grocery store when I was walking around the town she lived at, looking for takeout to get for the two of us. After I found some, I brought four plates of the same order, two milkshakes, and headed back with this and the food.

Interviewer: Well, what made you feel the need to stay?

Warren: Who in the right mind would want to waste their time not spending it with Y/N? *he flips the newspaper’s front to face him* I took my chance, but it wasn’t what I wanted in the first place. I just thought it’d be nice to have a friend like her and get to know her better.

*he hesitates* with a siiide of benefits, because the woman was too interesting to be someone I could just wave off into the past.

But listen to this, the most dramatic title ever *he snickered* :

“ Y/N Augustine! Her rise has been as catastrophic, luminous, and stunning as a supernova itself-! ”

I’m sorry- *he snickered behind the newspaper* I can’t, man. I don’t know how I managed to go through with showing her this, knowing damn well she would’ve laughed at it too. But I know she needed to see it. Especially at that time.

Interviewer: Would you say that that morning was the beginning for you guys? Like the rest of the band said?

Warren: *he nods with a smirk* Hell yeah.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Warren, with two bags of the four styrofoam containers of food in one hand, contained in one of the bags the horrible newspaper, while holding a cup holder with two drinks on the other, placed the drinks on the floor momentarily to open the door.

Just opening a small crack, he was immediately met with a blasting vinyl player. Bob Marley & The Wailers, he recognized, Could You Be Loved.

There was a spark of amusement that made Warren chuckle under his breath.

As soon as he made the small crack of the door, he squished through with the breakfast in his hands, pushing the door wider with his arm.

He marched over the counter by the kitchen to place the food, and when he turned around, he was met with a wildly haired, wide eyed short woman, with a baseball bat ready to swing his head out of his body.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: I had to have a baseball bat. I bought it from a local Dick’s Sporting Goods because I couldn’t buy anything...else.

It wasn’t because I liked the sport. It was good enough because even if you didn’t know how to use it “the right way,” It would hurt the other person anyways.

I was just a woman who happened to be living alone. I needed all the protection I could get from bastards creeping into my house. 

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“FUCKING BASTARD!” Y/N yelled. “WARREN WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“ME?” He yelled back. “YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING WEAPON. PUT IT DOWN BEFORE I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS."

Y/N pants as she lowers the bat slowly. “I thought you...I thought you left?...”

"Geeze, woman. Really?” He exhaled out, in pure disbelief. To think he would leave after the events of last night, with so many things to talk about, he wanted all the answers he could get. 

So many things that can happen from then on. 

Her in her silk sleep dress and baseball bat was not what he had in mind at all, though.

In other words, he wanted her. He wouldn’t have gotten her all of this food if he didn’t. And that says a lot.

In the distance, the reggae music continued with another one.

“Sorry,” she winced. “I thought you were an intruder.”

Warren tries to shake off his trembling subtly. “Eh, it’s all good. I went out to get food. Milkshakes, hash browns, scrambled eggs, toast.” He drummed on the plates as he tells her.

Y/N’s eyes widen, but she proceeds to march up to the counter and salivate over the delicious smell. 

Not long after, she begins to dive in, seemingly forgetting about how she almost near blew Warren’s head open.

She also seemed to be completely ignoring Warren’s amused, yet admiring gaze on her.

She nods to him. “So, is this like, aftercare?” She grabs a fork in a drawer and begins picking at the scrambled eggs. “Back home they usually just leave.”

It takes Warren a few seconds to recover from the wild suggestion. “We didn’t...sleep together, Y/N.” He said carefully. “But if you really want to know what aftercare could be with me, then we should definitely do something about that.”

Y/N, already with a mouthful of eggs, tilt her head in confusion. “What is this all for, then?” She ignored the brave remark.

Warren sighs defeatedly into his shoulder. “Thought I’d be nice. Figured you’d have a hangover.” 

He grabs a toast. “And I thought you said you were from here? Or was that also...”

“No, I am from here,” Y/N nods. “But after my parents’ divorce when I was 10, my dad and me and my three brothers moved to France to where our grandparents were at.” She swallows the remnants of scrambled eggs in her mouth. “I moved back here after quitting 2 years of...school-” 

Warren tuts when he notices the long pause between of and school. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he widened his eyes at her, wagging a piece of toast in her face. “It’s the least you could do. I bought you food that could last you the whole day.”

“I never asked for this!”

“How bad of a major was it that you won’t tell me?” Warren chuckled. “What was it? Dentistry? Dance? Clinical? A foot massager?”

“A foot massager?!” She screeched.

“Holy shit! Are you serious?”

Y/N slaps his hard in his upper arm, which caused Warren to yell out. “Shit! Baby, that stung.”

“Don’t call me baby,” she gagged. “Don’t baby me!”

“But you’re so cut-Ow! Fine, geeze.” He goes to massage his arm after the second slap, now that it was sending tingling sensations, worse than the one before. “I think it’s actually making my arm paralyzed, Y/N. Great fucking job.”

“Good. I hope the paralysis reaches your brain.”

“I won’t let it,” he sighs miserably as he continues to massage his arm. “Now tell me your major, please.”

“No!” She chuckled nervously. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I won’t laugh, I promise.” He lied. Of course he’d laugh, he did just make her blush from embarrassing her.

A silent pause. “...Astrophysics.”

Warren’s hand raced to his mouth to stop himself from absolutely losing it in front of her. And she already looked embarrassed, and with the way she was clutching on to her fork looked like she want to dive it into her eye. 

“...Wow.” He muffled against his hand. “I mean...wow...”

But when a snicker escaped from his lips, Y/N frowns. “You promised!”

“I never promised anything!” He laughed out loud now. Howling laughter, that tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. “What a nerd!”

“Fuck off.” She groaned, walking to him only to push him away.

“Little French nerd!” But it wasn’t until she got up in front of his face, way too close than she intended, was she reminded of last night.

Of course Y/N remembered the kiss. And while she rarely got drunk, those rare times were always “on accident,” and would always have to be her last straw. It was always in hopes to avoid and forget, but it wouldn’t last for however she wanted. She still remembers things.

For a while, she’s been thinking about moving back to France. Back to her family, back to her friends and back to the insane craze of lover culture—anyone, to desperately get a way out of this depressing hold called loneliness.

But she knows she couldn’t just leave because she’d be leaving way too much. It’s way too important to leave for company or love. 

The kiss was nice, and made her feel nice momentarily. Warren’s nice too, bringing her breakfast and all, and cleaning her living room/primary workplace for her that she noticed as soon as she walked in, which is a tad confusing and unnecessary, especially after her little trick on him.

She’s flattered by the guy. Charmed, even.

But Y/N has been in doubt about many things, but this shouldn’t be any different. The feelings will pass, she’s convinced herself, and she will be able to get herself back on track.

So she walks back to where she was before.

When Y/N gets herself to look at him again, there’s a certain way that Warren’s face pinched that sent Y/N to feel extremely guilty.

“Why’d you drop out?” He exhaled out heavily.

“Warren...” She warned with pained expression.

“Hey, it’s just a genuine question.” He raised his hands in surrender. “How does someone go from being a super nerd to a hot piece fashionista?”

“Fuck you, I have always been a hot piece.” She scrunched her nose. “I wasn’t happy, that was it. I mean, I loved studying it and reading about it, but I didn’t want it as a job. I wish I realized it earlier.”

Warren nods. “So you were an unhappy hot piece.” He faked sympathy.

“I was an unhappy hot piece.” She nodded along.

He takes a sip of his milkshake before swishing it around his mouth. “And now?” He swallows. “Are you happier now?” 

Y/N made the mistake of saying “um...” instead of just jumping into it with a lie.

Say yes.

All Y/N could do was bite her tongue and look up.

Y/N, just fucking lie.

“Hey...it’s okay if you’re not.”

Y/N bites her bottom lip gently as she picks at the scrambled egg in front of her.

“Maybe I need another career change.” She snickered. But, no. It’s not it this time, and she knows it.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Warren wagged a finger at her before walking off to the stack of papers at one of her sewing desk.

She watches as he walks back to her with a whole, separated stack of them. “I saw your sketches earlier when I was cleaning up.” 

“Congrats,” she said with a mouthful of toast. “You’re the first person to see them.”

“No way?” He chuckled with his raspy voice. “Oh, shit. Wow...and is there, like, an award system for this? ‘Cuz I feel like I deserve some sort of…award for witnessing such, fine, art...” He made sure to look intently at her.

Y/N tried to hide her growing smile. “So about the sketches you said?....”

Warren shook his head with a small smile on his face. “They were good. All of them.”

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, faking a blushed expression. “Top notch feedback. New York critics better watch out.” 

“Hey, I’m telling the truth,” he laughs out, “especially the crossed out ones.”

Y/N stops mid-bite of her toast. She blinks a few times, before finally meeting Warren in the eyes. 

“I mean, why are they crossed out in the first place?” He questioned, genuine curiosity in his voice. “They looked amazing.”

“They looked like shit.” She countered his compliment. 

Warren insisted for a further explanation with a simple nod.

“They’re not...normal,” she tried. “If I went through with them and made them, I would’ve wasted my time, and not to mention, embarrass the models. They wouldn’t be able to show their faces or get another modeling gig if I forced them into clothes like those.”

“Okay, well, forget about the models right now,” Warren offered, with a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “Why are they shit? Because they don’t look like it.”

Y/N shrugs as she swallows. She knows they weren’t shit, but that they were too bold of a statement. “I just don’t see the average people to wear them.”

“That’s because average people shouldn’t be wearing them.” Warren snickered. “You know you’re the #1 brand right now? Serenity’s been on cover magazines everywhere I go, with your name plastered at the top as if it was it’s own title.”

He pulls out the newspaper from the bag and faced it in front of her.

It only takes her a few minutes skimming the page to break out laughing.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: It was such a horribly cheesy compliment *she pinched the bridge of her nose* I should’ve sued their ass back then.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Warren laughs along with her. “I saw it on the walk back here. Thought I’d show it to you to convince you.”

Y/N chuckles, wiping a tear forming from the corner of her eye. “Convince me that my work is as catastrophic as a supernova?” She laughs into her arms. 

He nods. “That you should go through with making the clothes. You’re amazing. And sorry for saying this, but I never pegged you to be the type of person to care what other people think.”

“Well I do,” Y/N argued, her laughter gradually dying down. “I do care.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“It’s my work. I’m supposed to.” She met his eyes again. “What do you know about it?”

“I don’t know jack shit about fashion, you’re right,” Warren agrees. He leans closer to her on the counter, “but I know if you keep pushing creativity like these to the side, the world will be missing out on a whole side of Y/N Augustine.”

“And how are you so sure it’s something they’d want to see?”

“Alright, listen,” he proposes. “They’re not shit. They’re just different. They’re never-seen-before’s, that’s why you’re scared to make them.”

Y/N still looked unsurely at the papers laid in front of her. Warren pushes them to her so that they’re closer.

He points at one of the x’ed out drawings. Under the drawing was his name written with a smiley face and a phone number.

“I gotta run. Band practice.” He tells her, before quickly pecking her cheek and beelining to the front door.

Biting back a smile, she calls out after him.“When do you want this?”

“As soon as you want to see me again.” He flashed her a smile, winked, before finally closing the door behind him.

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Neteyam x reader

Synopsis : The Sully’s return to the forests after a few years, all being greeted with a warm welcome, all but but 3 new family members.

a/n- idk why but i loved how Tonowari and Jake reacted to the way they’re wives interacted when they first got to the reefs. I wanted to recreate smthg similar to that but w/ neteyam😫🤞.

THIS WAS RUSHED AND NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY BUT HOPE U ENJOY!

Aged up, Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: non-canon compliant, mentions of pregnancy, very boring ngl, a little fluff. Probably doesnt make sense but im sleepy so sorry!!

The Forests of Pandora were a sight to behold. The dark veil of night and the constant glowing of both flora and fuana left an ethereal essence on the world. A gasp of wonder leaving your throat, Neteyam turning back at you with a bright grin that put the sun, moon and stars to shame.

This was his home,

And he was proud of it.

For the past 7 or so years while the Sullys had lived in the Metkayina reefs, during that time many things had changed. There were numerous attacks on the Sully name, some nearly life threatening, but luckily, never lead to death. The family was grateful for the never ending brushes of luck, it seems that Ewya has her favourites.

Not only has the family grown mentally, they all had grown physically too, 3 new members joining them to the Omatikayan regions.

Your sister, Tsireya’s laugh was heard from the backs of her mate Lo’ak, turning to look at her, the same wonder filled her eyes as she watches the unfamiliar Territory from above.

The sounds of foreign yipping and cheering made your ears twitch, looking above you catch sight of the floating mountain’s, littered with unfamiliar blue figures, a wave of shock, fear and curiosity corse through your bones.

The feeling of Neteyam’s ikran tilting up begins to nerve you. “Hold on tight,love.” he exclaims, grabbing onto your thigh with his free hand. Your arms wrapping around him tighter, as the pack of ikrans begin to climb.

The atmosphere feels awfully familiar to the deep trenches of Metkayina, the deep heavy, almost suffocating feeling. Although in the sky, you can still breathe, albeit short due to the thinner air and atmosphere. The leather woven coat neteyam lend you, flapping erratically leaving your back exposed, a shiver making its way down your spine.

The rise to the mountains made your ears pop, an uncomfortable feeling and you pull at your ears, attempting to get the back to normal. Neteyam notices this. He lets out a soft chuckle at your confusion.

The ikrans landed with a thud, the hundreds of yellow eyes watching your figure as Neteyam reaches a hand out to help you down the animal. The curious eyes, and some what insulting mutters lead you back to the day the Sullys first arrive.

An esteemed woman making her way through the crowd, meeting you before anyone else. You immediately assume she is the Tsahik, or atleast Tsakarem from the way she carries herself.

You greet her, “Oel ngati kameie”, instead of returning the gesture, she scoffs, almost offended you are in her presence. “Who are you. You are not of here.”

Eyebrows raising in surprise, her tone sparking a challenge in you.

you reply, “Y/N (IDK THE FAMILY NAME) Tonowari’Ite. Tsakarem and eldest daughter of the Metkayina tribe.” Your head tilted high, eyes sharp and observating.

Behind you your sister nervously grabbing onto her Lo’ak’s arm for comfort as the whispers begin to fill the room. Neteyam watching the interacting from his peripheral vision, caution filling his bones.

“Ahh, daughter of the cheif? We are not searching for an alliance between the water people of wherever you come from.” She says, grabbing at your arm, curiosity quickly turning into disgust as her sees your finned hands.

“You and your people are not needed nor wanted here.” Circling around you and pulling at your tail, clothes then finally, your hair. You hiss at her actions. Teeth bearing on display, ear tilted.

The woman challenging you with her own hiss, you swore she spat on you midway.

A tug at your waist pulls you away from her, Neteyam quickly de-escalating the tense situation. “I apologise for my mate.” He says quickly, eyes flashing at you for a moment. Your face falling to one of disbelief, “its been a long ride, and-“

“‘Teyam!” You whisper shout at him, still shocked.

He sends an soft scolding look over as he continues, but with a firmer voice. “She has been exhausted and is with child, so she has been especially moody.”

Your ears tilt slight down, freckles glowing in embarrassment as you look away. You knew you got snappy, you were your mother’s daughter of course.

‘Skxwang, telling the whole clan of your pregnancy was not needed, especially this early.’ You thought.

A gasps and mutters heard from the room. His eyes firm, his hand still sat on your waist unwavering, rubbing soft patterns with his thumb. You could practically feel the eyes on you and your clothed bump.

An arm from the woman’s shoulder moves her back, Neteyam is met with apologetic eyes of who seemed to be the woman’s mate, and Olo’eyktan. The woman steps back, albeit shocked, she moves from her spot, allowing an opening.

Two people make their way to the front, in your eyes, they seem to the Olo’eyktan and the actual Tsahik. Whom seemed to be much older than you had expected.

Their eyes pausing against you and Neteyam, “Oel ngati kameie” you motion despite the ordeal. They continue to flicker to everyone else in the centre of the cave system.

Their eyes finally stopping at Neytiri and Jake, who had already made their way to the front.

“Tarsem.” Jake greets him, with a curt nod.

“Jake sully..” the man begins, “Toruk Makto, Our former Olo’eyktan. Has returned!” The man exclaims, any ounce of seriousness leaving his face.

Cheers erupting from all corners of the room, the mountain cave system giving it a deafening echo, parents, teens and children, cheering for the family.

You couldn’t help but let the contagious joy reach you too.

You turn to your mate, a grin adorning your face, your dimples creasing as his eyes crinkle from smiling. The sight lets your heart ablaze, knowing this war-torn family, your war-torn family, has a welcome to their home was heartwarming.

It was late at night, laying in your darkened tent with Neteyam’s arms around you, and your nose nuzzled against his neck, inhaling his scent.

“Announcing our pregnancy first day here was unnecessary ‘Teyam.” You tiredly scold.

A soft chuckle leaving his chest to emit vibrations, “challenging the first person you saw was also unnecessary (N/N).” He pauses, for a brisk moment. “Honestly, seeing that reminded me of when we first got to Awa’atlu.”

The memories leaving you to laugh at the similarities, your mother and Neytiri having conflict from the start, yet still things worked out in the end. You hoped it was the same for you.

Luckily for you, this family seemed to be Ewya’s favourite.

[cliophilyra]

Intimacy Prompt 23:

Wearing Someone’s Clothes - Saltommy

For @thingbe Thank you for this prompt!! It doesn’t have a title yet but if I put it on AO3 I’ll have to think of one 😊

Saltommy - rated T (Not beta read so apologies for any typos)

>Sal: Fuck me this rain is biblical

>Tommy: Yeah it’s a disaster out there - where are you?

>On way home, gonna change then should be at yours by time you’re back. That’s the plan anyway - if I don’t drown.

>Don’t text and drive deluca

>Har har - does it count as driving if you haven’t moved in 30 mins?

>🙁

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>No one in this fucking town can drive

>Except you of course

>Naturally 😉

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> How are we still this bad at driving in the rain? It happens every fucking year now and it’s still a shock?

>Calm down old man you’ll give yourself an aneurysm

>Fuck you Kinard

>Maybe later

>I’m gonna hold you to that

>😘

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>Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkk

>Can I help you?

>The fucking truck just died

>???

>idk it just crapped out on the side of the road 🤷‍♂️ I can’t see anything obvious but it’s still pouring down sideways so it’s not easy to see.

>Can you get a tow? Where are you?

>Oh fuck it. I’m like 10 mins from yours. If I go straight there I can grab the truck tomorrow if the fucking rain calms down. I do NOT know what the wait is gonna be today.

>Tommy?

>K, there’s a key in the fake rock thing on the drive

>Yeah yeah I know. Game starts in 90. Also you gotta get a better hiding place for the key.

>🙄

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>Fuck this. I am never going to be dry again

>10 mins seems a lot longer in a fucking monsoon

>The next car that splashes me I swear to god I’m going to fucking murder someone

>Made it!

>Hooray. And you were so stoic about it too. Should be done in 30 🤞

>🍆💦

>😏

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>Ah shit there goes the bell, I’m going to be late. Sorry babe

>Oh this is a fucking nightmare

>En route to the 500th RTA of the day

>Fuck the rain. You were right I take it all back

>Finally!

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When Tommy finally gets home it’s two hours later than he expected. The rain had brought with it an seemingly endless stream of RTAs as Angelinos struggled to get to grips, sometimes literally, with the unfamiliar road conditions and flooding. He drops his bag inside the door with a heavy sigh and kicks off his wet boots.

He can’t deny Sal asking to come here when he was out kind of took him by surprise. They’ve been friends for years and...whatever they are now...for long enough, but this is the first time Sal has been here without him. It caught him off guard somehow, how he was so casual about it. Not that he would have said no. Just…

He can hear the TV from the other room and he walks in expecting to see Sal with his feet up, drinking his beer and eating chips with a cocky grin. Maybe there’d be a suggestive look and a hand on his belt, dragging him in.

What he’s not expecting to see is Sal asleep on his couch, stretched out on his front with his face cushioned against his arms, wearing Tommy’s clothes.

Tommy is aware on one level that he did tell Sal to grab dry clothes but he was in no way prepared for the warmth that blooms in his chest when he looks down at him. Of course there’s the way his sweat pants stretch across Sal’s ass, a little tighter on his broader waist, and the way his shoulders fill the old LAFD t-shirt, sleeves stretched tight around his biceps, hem riding up over his stomach to reveal a strip of tan skin that makes Tommy’s mouth water. But there’s also the damp towel draped over the arm of the couch, the half-empty beer bottle and bag of chips next to his spare key on the coffee table, the warm sandalwood smell of Tommy’s soap clinging to his skin and the way his face looks so soft, his breathing deep and even, muscles lax in sleep. How he looks like he belongs here. Like he’s at home.

Tommy reaches out a tentative hand and pushes his fingers through Sal’s short hair, smoothing the damp strands back softly. Sal makes a deep sound in his throat and pushes back against Tommy’s hand, stiring slowly.

“Hey Kinard,” Tommy grins softly. Sal opens his eyes groggily, blinking up at him.

“Huh?”

“Nice t-shirt.”

“Oh,” Sal laughs, twisting a little as if he could see Tommy’s name emblazened across his own shoulders. “Yeah.” He looks up again, brow furrowing slightly as Tommy scratches gently at his scalp making him groan.

“Sorry I’m late. Shift from hell,” Tommy says softly.

“S’ok baby,” Sal sits up and fixes him with a look, eyes darkening. There’s that smirk and that big hand reaching out for his belt, drawing him in.

Tommy goes willingly, as always, but this time, instead of unzipping his fly and taking him in his mouth, or pushing him down to his knees, Sal pulls him in by his waist until Tommy stumbles against the couch and drops into his lap, knees either side of his thighs, then curls his fingers around Tommy’s jaw and presses their lips together in a kiss that is unlike anything they have shared before. It’s soft and slow, insistent and deep and it makes Tommy’s skin tingle all over. He feels like he could shoot sparks out of his fingertips as he slides his hands over Sal’s shoulders and up his neck, warmth flooding through him as Sal cradles his head as if he is something precious, smoothing his thumbs across his cheekbones as he kisses him. Tommy kisses back, hoping he’s somehow communicating everything he felt when he saw Sal asleep on his couch. How much it felt like home, like something he wants to see every day.

Sal pulls back eventually, Tommy makes a noise that could be described as a whine, although he certainly wouldn’t call it that.

“Welcome home baby.”

“Where did that come from?” Tommy says, trying to sound less breathless than he feels.

Sal shrugs. “Felt like the thing to do. I kinda liked it...waiting for you to come home.”

“I kinda like it too,” Tommy smiles, kissing him again. “I like coming home to you.”

Sal bites his lip, sucking it between his teeth, making Tommy hiss and grind down against the hard-on he can feel pressing against his own cock.

“Also my clothes looks really fucking good on you,” Tommy murmurs against his lips.

Sal smirks. “Mmm I dunno, think they’d look better on the floor.”

*****

Afterwards, when they’re collapsed in a heap on the floor next to the couch Tommy reaches up and grabs the spare key from the coffee table and dangles it from his finger.

“I think I’ve thought of a better place to hide this,” he grins.

“Yeah?”

“How about you look after it?”

EDIT: It has a title now! Keys To Fit Our Locks on AO3