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#WifeMaterial
#please excuse my face#girls#bambi eyes#nerdy girls#hazel eyes#girls with glasses#botanical gardens#wife material#wifey goals#get you a nerd who cleans up well#rosè all day
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( ˘ ³˘)♥ hello gorgeous
-wifey
🥺🥺🥺
The way my heart just swooned
Hewwo pwetty wifey 🥹🥹🥹
A kith for yous 😘😘😘
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JAMES POTTER | LIKE LOVERS DO
REQUEST : hiiiii :) if/when u can, smith like this with james or remus lupin? @bobs-fav-cat
(art is by gyung_studio on instagram)
SUM : you and James Potter are just friends —friends that act like they’re in a loving relationship.
TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; idiots in love ; james loves giving you princess treatment ; and you love returning his affections ; just friends being friends ; hehehe~ ; they’re in denial ; domestic fluff ; selfcare session ; biker james? ; james being a sweetheart ; reader being absolute wifey material! ; james and reader being so in love it’s sickening ; the type of sickening that makes you puke rainbows, glitter and love hearts ; mutual pinning! ; slightly based off a tiktok i saw once ; happy ending where they get together ; so much fluff ; scheming gremlin friends ; lily, dorcas and marlene as cupids for reader ; remus, sirius and peter as cupids for james ; idiots in love
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“They should wear a sign,” Peter laughs as he and his close friends eye the pair of oblivious idiots across the room, “one that says ‘we’re actually together no matter how much we deny it’,”
“You said it,” Sirius raises a hand and the two high-five each other before sniggering between themselves.
Across the hall stood you and James. It was a networking event disguised as a formal company party. And even though you and James weren’t each other’s dates to the event, James wore a matching tie to your chosen dress. The two of you unanimously decided to go with the excuse that you had both gone shopping for an outfit together and unconsciously bought matching things. It was only natural because you two were such good, close friends.
From a distance, the three watch as you lift your left foot up through the high side-slit of your dress and draw attention to your unbuckled heel with a frown. James’ hazel eyes focuses onto your heel as well and immediately places his flute of champagne on a nearby table to help you, as if it was second nature to him; it is second nature to him— taking care of you. He’s kneeling down and re-buckling your heel for you as your hand tentatively places itself on his broad shoulder for balance.
Once James is finished, he stands back up with a grin, takes up his flute with one hand and wraps his other around your waist to pull you into his side with a smile. Neither of you flinch at the closeness, in fact, you snuggle further into your best friend’s side and tuck your head under his chin so he can place a kiss onto the crown of your head.
“Wanna bet on who folds first?” Remus speaks up with a devious smirk, Sirius and Peter eagerly voicing their predictions and placing their bets.
“Oh Jamie!” you gasp and smile widely as your best friend presents you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “They’re beautiful,” he helps the floral arrangement into your arms with a satisfied grin, a fondness in his eyes as he watches you savour the scent of the pretty blossoms.
“My pleasure, my dear,” he regales dramatically as you giggle, “I passed by the florist on my way back from lunch at the pub with the boys and thought you’d like them,”
“I do like them,” you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek, “you’re so thoughtful, thank you for thinking of me, James,”
His warm smile softens further and he kisses your temple lovingly, “of course,” aside from the lingering scent of your shampoo and conditioner, James picks up on something more appetising, “what’s that delicious smell, angel?”
“Oh!” reminded of your earlier activities, you lead him into your kitchen where you proceed to find a vase for the arrangement in your arms, “I was baking—”
“Treacle tart!” James cheers and does a goofy little dance in the middle of your kitchen, his excitement obvious.
“It’s almost done so you popped in at just the right time,” you giggle softly whilst transferring the arrangement into your chosen vase. With a pleased hum, James presses up behind you and places his large hands on the curve of your hips, his thumbs tenderly stroking up and down until he eventually pushes the hem of your shirt up, caressing your soft skin beneath.
“Mmmmm… lucky me,” he whispers happily into your shoulder, where he begins trailing kisses up your neck. His words send a shiver up your spine and you resist the escalating urge to turn in his arms and lead his lips to cover and press against your own.
You’re just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
James can’t get over how cute you are.
Even when you’re doing the most mundane things, he can’t help but find you adorable. Like right now. Even with a bright green clay mask on your face, you are adorable, perched on his lap with your knees on either side of his thighs as you spread the same treen mask over his skin.
“Stop moving, Jamie!” you chastise gently whilst stifling a giggle.
“You stop moving,” he counters playfully and emphasises his words by placing his big hands on your hips and squeezing your curves briefly. Your only response is to laugh and do your best to continue applying an even coat onto his face.
“….there!” you huff and set aside your tool to close the clay mask tub, “all done, no thanks to you!” He tickles your sides in retaliation as you climb off his lap and reach for your phone in order to set a timer. His antics were a brief distraction as you bless him with your tinkling giggles.
“For how long do we keep this on?”
“15 minutes,”
He pulls a face, one that makes him look like a duck as he ponders over his thoughts. He looks so ridiculous, especially with the green mask on his face — it was only naturally for you to burst out laughing, “what should we do until then?”
“Stop talking,”
“Wha—?!”
“Not like that, Jamie,” you coo as he pouts dramatically, “we have to stop talking soon or else the mask will crack too much as it dries,” he makes a long noise of realisation at your words and nods obediently, zipping his lips before throwing away the imaginary key.
No matter what he does, he’s always making you laugh. You’re sure that, even if you’re temporarily banning him from speaking, he would still be able to make you laugh and your clay mask will end up looking like a dried up riverbed.
You have no complaints, though.
You weren’t expecting it but you still weren’t too surprised when you see James waiting for you outside — just in time to pick you up after a night out with your close girl friends. He was wearing one of your favourite sweaters of all time, it was soft and big (big enough to make him appear deceivingly smaller than you know his figure is) and is the warmest thing you’ve ever worn.
“James!” you call out, happy to see him. The build up of fatigue from the whole night melts off your aching limbs like powdered snow under golden sunbeams. Running to him, he greets you with his heart-stopping smiles.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers as soon as he has his arms wrapped around you.
“Stop it,” you sigh into his shoulder, your face buried into the soft fabric of his sweater, “I look a mess after tonight,”
He pulls away, enough to meet your eyes and examine your face without having to remove his arms from around you, “If this is you looking a ‘mess’, then I wonder what type of beauty you were earlier tonight,”
His comment makes your heart soar but you don’t let it show on your face, even when he wiggles his eyebrows comically to emphasise his flattering remark. Instead, you narrow your eyes at him before slipping out of his arms and biting your lip at the confused, pitiful whine he lets out. You don’t leave him miserable for long, however, as you’re quickly reaching down to lift up his sweater so that you could pull it over your head and burrow yourself inside. Like the living furnace he is, you’re greeted by such a comforting heat, you forget that you’re both still outside in the wet cold of the night.
Throwing his head back, James laughs and wraps you up in his arms again, laying his cheek against the top of your head through his sweater. The first time you ever did this, he wasn’t shy about saying how much he loved it. And now, you’ve made it a tradition to do this often during the autumn and winter months. Admittedly, you loved cuddling him like this too; it’s more intimate and you love being surrounded by his warmth. It was a bonus that his scent literally has you in a choke hold under there. You’d happily suffocate on the smell of his cologne, laundry detergent and natural smell. But it also feels as though you’re falling into a trance by some alluringly scented spirit.
“As much as I love holding you like this, dear, I’m still on a mission to get you home safe so…” he looks down at you, hazel eyes turning soft at the adorable sight of you cuddled up to him under his sweater, “can my princess please let me help her into my car and drive her back home safely?”
You didn’t respond, only pouted and whined to express your dislike of pulling away from him as well as the warmth of his soft sweater. James knew instantly what to do. You two were best friends after all; it was a requirement for him to know all your needs telepathically. It was an awkward shuffling of limbs but James managed to slip off his sweater without needing to lift it off your figure and hoists you into his arms before you could start grumbling at the loss of his embrace.
“Not long now — my princess will arrive at her carriage soon~” he sings in a whisper beside your ear, smiling fondly at your soft giggles and adoring the way you wrap your arms around his neck to cuddle him close before needing to pull away so he can carefully sit in his car’s passenger seat.
“Oh, come on!” Marlene gives an exasperated sigh as you examine the array of snacks laid out before you. In your peripheral, you observe how Lily doesn’t make any moves to stop Marlene from pestering you; instead a small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips, secretly enjoying and wanting to take part in Marlene’s badgering.
“You come on,” you throw back with a light-hearted glare, “I thought we were going to buy snacks for movie night, not grill me on my friendship with James,”
“Friends, huh?” Dorcas arches a brow as Lily stifles a giggle beside her. All three were eyeing you mischievously as a heat flushes across your cheeks.
“Stop it you guys,”
“We’ll stop as soon as you stop playing the friendship game with James!” Lily bargains, unable to hold herself back anymore, and you try your hardest not to roll your eyes while your cheeks flood with a familiar warmth.
“We’re just friends,” it was a painful admission but you’d rather have what you have right now with James than ever risk sabotaging it.
Marlene examines a strand of her golden hair as Lily leans against her side, “James acts more of a boyfriend to you than just a friend,”
Dorcas speaks up with a hint of impishness, “and I can prove it~”
“How?” you challenge, raising your chin ever so slightly in silent provocation. But Dorcas has no reaction, she just continues to smirk at you.
“I’m gonna need your phone first,” you hesitate from the devilish sparkle in her eyes but eventually relent, cursing the weakness that was a result of your aching heart. Dorcas types away on your phone for a moment as Marlene and Lily peer over her shoulder and snicker at what they read. She doesn’t allow you to read the message she typed out before hitting send and handing your phone back
It takes a moment for you to get over your shock and look through the message she sent. It was sent straight to James, lovingly named as ‘My Idiot ❤️’ in your contacts, and it read: ‘James, this scary looking guy keeps following me around in the shop and it’s creeping me out! I can’t find the girls either 😰 what do I do?’. Your jaw drops and you can’t find any words to voice whatever it is you’re feeling; a mix of anger, upset, shock and creeping curiosity over what they have planned.
Not a minute goes by and your phone is getting rapid notifications from James messaging you, he even tries to call you but the girls snatch your phone away before you could answer. They shake their heads at you and you huff, crossing your arms. You would have protested more from the rising anxiety you feel over having to lie to James but you were so curious. In the end, you reluctantly accept their plotting and try to prepare yourself for what’s to come.
For a minute, the message notifications stop from your phone and Lily feels her phone buzz from inside her bag. The three giggle as Lily rushes to take out her phone. From the side lines, you continue observing everything with your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. Lily types back a response and all three look up at you in unison, their eyes swimming with mischief.
“I’m setting a stopwatch to see how long just-friend-Potter gets here,” Marlene snickers and you groan, Dorcas and Lily giggling on either side of her. As much as you love them, they’re such a nuisance sometimes…
You could only guess that Lily sent him her location and now all of you were left patiently waiting for James to appear.
Not even 15 minutes passes before James comes storming into view, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in all black and without his glasses. Even without his glasses on, when James glances over and catches a glimpse of you, recognition crosses his unfriendly features and he storms over. Within seconds, he’s pulling you into a warm embrace.
“Oh thank god,” he breathes a sigh of relief and presses his face into your hair, “you’re okay… —are you okay?” you look up as he pulls away and searches for your eyes, squinting to be able to do so without the aid of his glasses.
“Y-yeah, I’m alright. The umm, the creep disappeared a little while ago,” you muster a small smile of reassurance, still uncomfortable with lying to him, before managing to softly ask your burning question, “why aren’t you wearing your glasses?” habitually, you feel about for the breast pocket of the leather jacket he has on and pull out his circular specs.
As you carefully clean his lenses on your shirt, he goes to explain, “I wanted to look scary so that creep leaves you alone,” you’re quick to realise that without his glasses he would be forced to squint so that it looks like he’s glaring. It also clicks in your head that he wore all black so he could look even more intimidating. It was unusual for him to wear just black, normally that was Sirius’ thing, but you’re not complaining; James looks really attractive dressed in black, his hair tousled around messily and without his glasses on.
“Thank you, Jamie,” he grins boyishly after you put his glasses back on for him, taking a moment to adjust them until they sit aligned and comfortable. By habit, you comb your fingers through his untamed hair and James, in turn, presses a kiss to your temple.
“I’m just glad you’re okay, princess,” your heart skips a beat at the nickname — he’s called you that so many times but he’s reserved it especially for you and it makes you feel so special, “do you want me to give you a ride home?” he lifts up the motorbike helmet in his hand, which you immediately recognise. Your curious eyes meet his hazel hues and he smiles bashfully, “I borrowed Sirius’ bike to get here quicker…” he shuffles around his feet, nervous under your gaze —he hate lying to you too, “okay okay… I took his bike without asking but I promise to give it back as soon as I get you home safe!”
You give a small giggle and wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his muscular chest. It’s an embrace that James eagerly returns, petting your hair whilst speaking over your head once he finally spots your three friends.
“Are you guys okay too?”
“Gee, thanks for the concern, Potter,” Marlene rolls her eyes as Lily and Dorcas crack up, “yeah, we’re good,”
“Good, good,” James immediately goes back to focus on holding you close and kissing the crown of your head, affectionate and sweet. You could always rely on him to be there for you no matter what and the thought made butterflies explode into a fluttering haze in your stomach.
Dorcas had proven her point.
It was clear now that James prioritised you over anyone else. And you didn’t know whether to be flustered and scream for joy or melt into a puddle of goo.
“She’s not my girlfriend so shut up,” James huffs and groans as he rolls over to lay on his stomach across the length of the sofa whilst Remus, Sirius and Peter sat in a scattered array about the living room.
“Says the motorbike thief,” Sirius hisses playfully, shooting a superficial glare at his long time best friend/non-blood-related brother.
“She really does act like your girlfriend more than your friend, Prongs,” Remus chimes up, setting his book aside as Peter offers him several cubes of chocolate.
“I don’t get why you two don’t just date each other,” it was Peter who speaks up this time and James can’t help but roll his eyes that even Peter was on his ass about this.
“That’s right! You don’t get it!” they wait for him to continue with a ‘so’ before demanding something but James just presses his burning hot face into a cushion and has a silent tantrum.
“I’ll prove you wrong!” Sirius claims boldly and when James looks over, his biker friend was rapidly typing away at his phone, “I’ll give it around 20 minutes until she gets here,”
James raises a brow, “Who?”
“Your not-girlfriend, of course!”
“What did you say?” Remus asks what they were all wanting the answer to.
“Oh nothing~ just that Jamesie-kins over here is really upset over something but doesn’t want to tell us why so we don’t know what to do to help him feel better,” Sirius fakes a pout and watery eyes as James gapes at him, horrified.
“HOW IS THAT GONNA PROVE ANYTHING?!”
“If she gets here in 20 minutes then that means she prioritises your hurt feelings over going to her favourite over-priced restaurant with Pandora,” James’ eyes nearly bulge out.
“That’s today?!”
Sirius’ devious smirk was answer enough.
“I say 10 minutes!” Peter bets.
“15!” Remus adds on.
Remus wins the bet when you get there 14 minutes after Sirius’ text message was sent. Your arms are piled up high with James’ favorite junk food snacks, ranging from sweet to savoury. Over your shoulders, you wear your fluffiest blanket (James’ favourite) as a cape and rush forward to drape it over him. No time was wasted as you silently move around their shared flat at lightening speed, putting on the TV and switching to his favourite, comfort show, laying out his snacks on the coffee table and putting the kettle on before snuggling down under the blanket with him. It was a tight fit for the two of you on the sofa but neither of you minded; you were both cuddle bugs and enjoyed the closeness.
“Get out, you three! Leave Jamie and I alone!” you speak for the first time to shoo the three boys away. They happily oblige, Remus smirking as Sirius and Peter cough up their betted amounts and close the living room door behind them.
For a long moment, you merely stay there, your arms wrapped around James’ shoulders, one hand lovingly petting his hair as your other presses his face into your chest. James wasn’t shy about voicing how this was his most comforting position for cuddles and it made his heart race that you had cancelled your long awaited plans just to console him.
“What’s wrong Jamie?” you finally ask, voice soft and slow with patience, “Sirius told me you weren’t feeling so well… but you’re not ill? Are you?” he feels you press the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature as he finally locks his strong arms around your midsection and pulls you even closer, “No you’re not, thank goodness,” he falls in love with the relief he hears in your voice. He loves falling in love with you over and over again; it’s so easy, “what can I do to help?”
He doesn’t know why he held back for so long. It was all so clear now. The fact that your eyes sparkled around him the way his did when he looked at you was so unbelieved before, he kinda just voluntarily blinded himself. But now, it was like he was seeing colours for the first time. James just can’t believe it took Sirius, of all people, to make him realise it. What a joke… he almost wants to laugh. But he can’t, not when his heart was ready to beat out of his chest for you.
“Jamie?”
“…a kiss…” it was a whisper but you heard him so clearly. And he knows because he heard your breath hitch.
“—what?”
“I want a kiss…to feel better,”
Not wanting to raise your hopes, you press a kiss to his forehead and your heart deafens your ears as it beats loudly against your eardrums.
“A proper kiss,” he raises his head and pulls up to level his lips with yours, his hazel eyes melting your gaze, “like lovers do,”
You’ve waited so long for this moment that you couldn’t even fathom that it was actually happening and your entire world slowed to a standstill. It wasn’t until James had pressed his full lips against yours that you felt your senses come to life with so much intensity that you felt like you wanted to faint. But you wouldn’t dare miss your first kiss for anything.
Like lovers do, you kissed. Like lovers do, you embraced. Like lovers do, you whispered sweet words, a life long promise, to one another, “I love you,”
A/N : this started off as a timestamp that i sneakily wrote this request into (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ i didn’t know how to conclude it at first but i just kept writing and writing and now it’s finished haha! i hope you darlings enjoy the read! and i would also like to humbly tag my beloved moot @diputy for reasons she understands on a deep level (⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡
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Alright Punks listen up.
It's Clarisse, daughter of Ares, blah blah blah. I'm in charge of initiation, so play nice and maybe I won't shove your head into a toilet. Maybe. Challenge me in the arena and I will beat you into pulp.. Touch my spear and I will send you to Hades the hard way. Pronouns are she/her/they/them btw (There is a discord server for this guy's! Just send an ask I will happily give an invite!)
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#clarisse talks
#clarisse's reblogs
#im going to war
#punks
my main is @auttumnsayshi
Frienemies are as followed (in no particular order)
@silena-styles loml <3 definitely wifey material
@why-did-i-get-acne your haikus suck
@nico-the-ghost-king/@nico-di-angelo-aaaaa gay emo boi
@lukemessedup WHEN I CATCH U LUKE WHEN I CATCH U
@annabeth-is-a-wise-girl/@annabeth-in-your-chase smart person, probably the only reason camp is still standing
@percy-jackson-is-a-seaweed-brain/@that-dam-son-of-poseidon PRISSY
@the-best-superman-on-olympus/@jason-graceeeeee stapler muncher
@tyson-the-cyclops peanut butter addicted big teddy bear with giant stick
@the-argo-2-matchmaker/@piper-mclean-raaa silenas lil sis who has magical speaking powers
@theonlycoachhedge goat dude with a bat 😎
@apollos-favorite-child Wills sister
@magnus-falafelking Annie's dead cousin
@mallory-keen-to-kill me, just in a different font
@estraava you seem cool
@hazel-is-confused Nico's sister with the best horse ever
@amazing-war-god-ares I need bleach thanks and your a shit dad
@frank-zhang-skreee awesome half brother of mine
@leo-valdez-graaa a crackhead who id love to commit arson with
@will-solace-aaaaa Nico's bf, the human glowstick
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@miss-naomi-solace wills mom
@alex-fierro-pr-nightmare control your man's plz
@thomas-jefferson-jr guns>>>>>>
@zoe-can-see-the-stars-again cool huntress
@im-cool-and-your-not ily /p
@im-aphrodite-dearies Sil's mom
@moththecabin7kid definition of controlled chaos
@thatonebitheaterkid theater nerd
@unda-the-sea-and-bi-myself one of the only cool gods
@cameron-is-chaotic proud sibling moment
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{ 43 } — are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop
{ 82 } — i want you to touch yourself
{ 88 } — thats a good girl, you can cum now
For Malakai Black please 🤍
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } virgin!reader virginity loss, jerk off instruction, female masturbation, fingering, praise, begging, submissive/dominant dynamic, oral sex { female receiving }, gentle sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshot, creampie, cockwarming
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he sat at the foot of the bed
simply observing as you laid spread and naked before him
his eyes glimmered under moonlight, one with a soft hazel glow with flecks of green and brown
the other as white as the moon itself, so bright in contrast
he stared you down with a gaze that could only be attributed to lust, desire even
yet he remained fully clothed, letting his eyes undress you despite you already lacking clothing
as if he were peeling back the layers of your flesh
searching for a pure untouched soul he could corrupt
“i want you to touch yourself” his voice spoke in breathy whispers
almost accentuating each syllable speaking to you as if you were simple minded
you were hesitant to oblige yet you could not control the instinctual movement of your fingers
sinking lower down your stomach until your palm rested atop your mound
it were as if his eyes controlled your movements
watching on as they followed every minuscule twitch of your fingertips
eventually letting your fingers tease your slick folds
gathering your wetness on the pads of your fingertips
moaning softly at the sensation as you ghosted faintly over your sensitive clit
only imagining how he was enjoy the sight before him
a low groan left his lips, yet he did not act on it
still observing the scene
although his breath had become more ragged
the subtle rise and fall of his chest now seemed like deep shaky gasps
“just like that, my angel…you’re doing so well”
you hummed with delight at two fingers sunk deeper inside yourself
the soft sloshing of your wetness around the slender digits made your toes curl and stomach churn with excitement
malakai parted his lips with his tongue
the appendage licked the bottom lip feverishly
looking like a man starved of cunt
“sir…” you whimpered
voice pitched with a moan as a knot of arousal formed in your stomach
growing increasingly as you continued
he replied with a small hum of acknowledgement, palming the sizeable bulge in his trousers
“c-can i cum…?” you questioned, practically begged, feeling your end drawing near
he took a moment to glance down at your soaked cunt once more
smiling in satisfaction as your sweetness made of skin glow under moonlight
“you just gotta do one thing for me”
“anything…please!”
he stood up from his position, trapping your ankles in his palm, keeping your legs spread
“beg me for it…i wanna hear you, loud and clear. can you do that for me sweetheart?”
you gulped thickly, feeling the tightness in your belly increase
“y-yes sir…” you stammered over your words, throat hoarse and dry
“good…now what do you say?”
he cocked an eyebrow inquisitively almost printing you to continue
“please…please let me cum sir! i need to cum!”
you whines and whimpers contorted with screams and pleasured gasps
malakai’s fingers tightened around your ankles
only aiding in your pleasure with his tongue when as you were about to hit your peak
drawing circles against your swollen, throbbing pearl
“that’s a good girl. you can cum now”
it did not take long for the flood gates to quite literally implode
your juices gushed from your cunt, soaking your folds, fingers, his tongue and the bed sheets below
you shuddered at the sensation, body shivering lightly still as the euphoria of your orgasm finally subsided
so much so that malakai had pressed his body to yours
peppering gentle kisses into the crook of your neck
bringing your fingers up to his lips
sampling the droplets of your sweetness at it clung to the pads of your fingertips
humming with satisfaction at your taste
“i want you…” you muttered halfway between sleep and consciousness
words murmured into his collarbone
“are you sure? once i start i don't think i'm able to stop”
you nodded with a sheepish grin, almost shying away into his chest
you repeated your sentence, arms folding around his neck as he positioned himself above you
his lips lingered against yours for a moment
barely touching yet the moment had never felt so intimate
he never broke eye contact, his forehead pressed to yours as he slipped inside you
his breath tickling the tops of your cheeks, giving a shaky exhale as he bottomed out
“fuck…” he grunted, drawing out the word as his hips began to rock back and forth in a slow yet steady rhythmic motion
his forearms placed either side of your head
allowing you to see the way his muscles contracted and relax with each movement
the shadows casted from the moonlight glow only aided in the sight
“my angel…you feel heavenly” he murmured against your chin
lips sinking down to place breathless, open-mouth kisses to the column of your throat
your fingers retracted inward, nails sinking into the flesh of his back offer he gave a particularly rough thrust
indents, much like claw marks in his inked skin
“you’re the light of my life, my darling…my god…heaven help who ever hurts you”
you could feel yourself begin to buckle under the weight of your next orgasm
the pulse grew thick between your thighs
gasps rose in your throat like calls for air
malakai braced himself against your chest, hands slipping under your back in order to hold you close
“cum for me, my angel…make a mess around my cock”
the force of your orgasm caused tears to will in the corners of your eyes
choked sobs catching in your throat as your pussy quivered around his length
heated thrums of your orgasms clenching around him
he gave a final groan, his hot seed filling your womb
a sensation that made your back arch with contentment
a small hum left your lips, breaking between the soft, pleasured sobs
“hey…sweetheart. look at me” he tiled your head upwards, catching your teary gaze
“don’t cry, my love…you did so well”
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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#malakai black#malakai black x reader#malakai black smut#malakai black fanfic#malakai black imagine#aew imagine#aew smut#aew fanfic#aew x reader#wrestling imagine#wrestling smut
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can you imagine facetime calls with hazel? how cute it would be especially cuz she gets all close to the camera
lol at some point i think she would take jacks phone and be like "siri call wifey" and she'll call you when she misses you , whether youre at work, getting groceries etc. Thats so cute think about actually! I want kids
I know we talked about this one, but I totally had to make a concept out of it.  (Also, this is before Jade.)
Jack and Hazel were spending the day at home, you kissed them both as you left the house. You had promised your best friend you’d help her set up her Christmas decor at her house.
You had just started putting ornaments on the tree when your phone chimed, “can you check that for me?” You asked your best friend as she was putting a wreath on her door. “It’s a FaceTime call from Jack” she smiled as she ran your phone over to you.
“Yes my love?” You answered without looking.
“Mommy, it’s me” Hazel giggled, and you turned your attention to your phone. “Hey Hazey, where’s daddy?”
“He went to the bathroom, when are you coming home?” She sat on the kitchen floor, as she spoke to you.
“When auntie and I are done here baby, ask daddy to play dolls with you! I’m sure he will” you smiled.
“Hazey?” Jack called.
“Okay mommy! I gotta go! Love yous” she hung up quickly making you and your best friend break out into giggle fits.
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Ok so all my knowledge of Percy Jackson comes from crossover fanfic (it was a very popular thing) I’m going into this blind.
So here’s what I’ve learned so far. I will go back and read the books before I watch the show.
Tbh it’s weird I never got into it, I was obsessed with Greek mythology as a kid.
Anyways.
Percy is tired dad core.
Annabeth is the wifey who gets shit done.
Grover is comic relief??
Will and Nico are that gay couple everyone likes to write fanfic about. One is skinny dark haired emo??
Jason is apparently that hot rich blonde jock with daddy issues??
Hazel was sweetness personified.
How off base am I?
Also apparently there was huge thing of percabeth vs Percy and some other girl??
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PJO blitz - " HOW DO YOU CALL YOUR PARTNER? "
Will : Hm, let's see. Nico loves being called sweetheart! Just don't say it to him.
Nico : He said that? Bullshit
Piper : We rarely use pet names, but I like calling Shel darling.
Shel: I just call her a queen.
Percy : Annabeth calls me seaweed brain and other stuff with sea theme. But I love her to the core, she's so beautiful and wise and-
Annabeth : Haha, seaweed brain. But I secretly call him my wifey
Frank : We are not used to cute nicknames, I just call her Hazel or pretty.
Hazel : We use pet names privately. He's a preator after all. I love to call him sweet bear.
#frazel#solangelo#percabeth#piper mclean#frank zhang#will solace#percy jackson#annabeth chase#hazel levesque#shell#nico di angelo#pjo headcanon#pjo#pjo hoo toa#rrverse#pjo memes
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No Need to Imagine
submission for: @suckerforsugawara 's A First Time for Everything Collab
features: tetsuro kuroo x f!reader (college au)
synopsis: when you two met for the first time in university, you never thought that your first kiss with him would lead to you two losing your virginity to each other.
warnings: consumption of alcohol, virginity loss, fingering, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), hickeys, protected sex, overstimulation, based on a real-life experience, kuroo is so good at aftercare omg
song: heaven by julia michaels
number of words: 4k (okay, I never thought it would be this long but here I am lol)
beta reading: @wakatshi @saltyvanilla @mrskenmakozume (ily all thank you so much 😭)
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a/n: blame it on the haikyuu oneshot that gave me a major kuroo brainrot and so i decided to write this earlier than expected. i hope i do justice to writing this story ‘cause i’ve not written smut in ages and i’m feeling nervous lol. likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated.
You began checking the email addresses of fellow students who had been accepted along with you as soon as you received the email informing you that you had been accepted to the Nekoma Student Association, and one ID stood out to you: [email protected]. While that intrigued you, you respond that you accept the position and look forward to attending the meeting.
When you walked into the meeting hall the next weekend, your gaze was drawn to a six-foot-tall, jet-black-haired man dressed in a tan-leather jacket over a black shirt, blue jeans, and white converse shoes. As you approached the group that was conversing amongst themselves, his hazel eyes darted to your (e/c) irises, causing him to smile warmly. “Hi, I am (F/N) (L/N), are you all a part of the new team?” you said confidently as you greeted everyone. Everyone nodded, and the guy who first noticed you shook your hand and said, “Hi, (L/N)-chan, I'm Tetsuro Kuroo,” he said, smiling, “I can't wait to get to work with you!”
Following the orientation session, the President directed you to interact and bond with the new team members. As you began to learn more about your fellow members, you noticed Kuroo's gaze on you from the corner of your eye for the longest time. As you all decided to go out to eat, your peripheral vision lingered on Kuroo as you all laughed at his jokes. When everyone had parted ways, you felt a tap on your shoulder, which prompted you to turn to Kuroo, who then inquired, “Shouldn't we? This is where my house is,” pointing in the general direction of your house.
“Wait, do you live here as well?” you asked, your mouth agape. He chuckled when he found out you two were neighbours. You sauntered beside him, shrugging your shoulders and conversing about various topics. You then discovered that he loved volleyball and had represented his high school as Captain at Nationals. “You are, indeed, interesting, Captain,” you wink as you two walk to your houses. He smirks a little, replying, “I like it when you call me that,” approaching you to sultrily whisper in your ear, “do it again,” winking as he went towards his house, your cheeks reddening and your thighs clenching.
Time passes, and you spend more time with Kuroo, bonding with him as you prepare for your first events as a member of the organising committee, all of which were successful. You found solace in studying together without saying anything, just sensing each other's presence. There wasn't a night that went by without your long walks and late-night talks that always included some beer cans, despite the fact that beer wasn't your favourite drink and you wanted to change the taste with the taste of his lips. You gulped in some air, shaking your head in denial, oblivious to Kuroo's gaze on your lips and his mental desire to slowly unravel you.
The chilly winds were beginning to blow one day, and you receive a text from Kuroo in which he announces that he has a part-time job for the first time, and as a celebration, he proposes to finish a Cabernet Sauvignon bottle that he recently purchased. You accept his offer, chuckling to yourself, and rush to the kitchen to grill some chicken. You've just finished cooking when you hear a knock on the door. You smile as you rush to the door and see Kuroo standing in front of you with the wine bottle. He beams at you, showing you what he bought along with the wine: your favourite box of chocolates.
If anyone was to come and see you two, they'd think that you and Kuroo have been friends for years. There was a sense of comfort that took over the feeling of nervousness, as you two spoke about anything and everything. What you two were choosing to ignore, however, was the number of stolen glances and accidental touches towards each other. This is when Kuroo asked, “So (L/N)-chan, what was dating like for you? How many people did you date and sleep with?” This causes you to cough in major nervousness.
Taking a deep breath, “Kuroo-kun, you know you can call me (Y/N) right?” Chuckling, he replied, shrugging, “I know, and you can call me Tetsuro, you know that right?” You smile, take a deep breath, and muster the courage to let him know, “I've dated men, yes, and I just got out of a 2-year relationship months ago, but I've never slept with anyone, just made out.” Looking down at the ground, you confessed, “I was always scared that my first time wouldn't be special. Also, lately, I've been having thoughts, musings if you will, about a certain someone that makes me go insane.”
After humming and looking down, Tetsuro looked into your eyes, realization hitting him, “Oya?” while raising an eyebrow. He smiles and continues, “It's the same for me, y'know? My ex called it off with me recently, because I didn't want to go all the way. So I'm hoping our first time will be special,” he said, biting his tongue when he realized his mistake. A wicked smile crept across your face as you said, “You mean your first time.” You grin and draw in closer, whispering to him, “Maybe it's the wine, but I miss being kissed and held, and perhaps I want to get over with it.” He draws closer and admits he feels the same way.
There was so much tension that a knife could cut right through it. Even as your thighs clench and you take ragged breaths, you both maintain eye contact. As you draw closer, your lips brush against his. Just as you're about to kiss for the first time, one of your phones rings, and you jump in fright. On Tetsuro's phone, the text read “Taketora Yamamoto.” You'd learned that Yamamoto was an old school friend of Tetsuro's that he played volleyball with. He was reminding Tetsuro of a university-related event that all of you were supposed to attend at night.
After you both realized you were tipsy, you decided to go for a walk to shake it off. Several minutes later, when the event ended, you all decided to walk home, but you felt dizzy. So, instead of hailing a taxi, you yelled at a white pickup truck that was approaching and yelled “Howdy!” The two boys were shocked and delighted and jumped in the back of the pickup truck as it took you back home. Yamamoto walks off and you two stare at each other, but then you both turn around and go back to your apartments.
Upon reaching home, you get a text from him, saying, “Oi, just to let you know, I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to stay. I wanted to sleep while hugging you.” You started twiddling your thumbs when he calls, causing you to confess that you needed it just as much as he, and that you were standing outside your apartment, waiting for him. The moon and stars were the only witnesses to your wanton need for him. The rustling of the leaves, along with your languid breaths and pacing heartbeats, were the only sounds you could hear on this calm November night.
Not for long though, because suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs to your apartment. You turned to your left to see that he was wearing a navy-blue t-shirt and black sweatpants with flip-flops. All inhibition seemed to slowly fade away and turn into a desire to feel every inch of him, caressing his cheeks, kissing his lips, wondering what it would feel like when he was totally in sync with you.
You didn't have to wait for long as he approached you, his lips landing on yours, while you two cupped each other's cheeks, and ranked nails through each other's hair. To you, his lips felt cold, touch-starved, but tasted sweet and intoxicating, just like the wine you two had. To him, your lips were warm, like a calming beach, where you'd be sipping on sangria. Lost in each other, you walk backward and he forward as you lock the main door, ignoring anyone else's presence. Both of you then dash toward the bedroom, locking the door then jump on the bed, kissing hard, sucking on each other's bottom lip and swirling your tongue around his and vice versa, to gain control, until he stopped you, and he purred, reassuringly, “(Y/N), I want to let you know that I'll be gentle, and I'll take my time. I want to know you, every part of you, and hopefully claim them all to be mine.”
When you nodded, giving him permission to continue, you started taking notice of every movement of his. You continued kissing as he hiked up your (F/C) sweatshirt to let his fingers run through your waist, the chilly air from the ajar windows grazing your skin, causing you to tremble and tilt your face upward and your mouth a little open, causing him to kiss you hard, rasping, “Do you want me to take off your shirt?”
While you hummed in response and kept your arms up, and your lips were glued to each other, sitting up with your elbows, he took off your sweatshirt. Then, you rolled up his t-shirt and took it off as soon as you got out of the kiss, carefully inspecting every inch of his beautiful physique with your fingers. You were clearly in awe of him and this moment. “I can’t believe I get to do this with you,” you murmur as your eyes got to see everything, finally your gaze landing on his hazel eyes.
He holds you by your waist, picks you up, perches you on your lap, and puts his arms around the small of your back as you straddle him with your arms around his neck, the two of you do not stop smiling. “Have I ever told you, (Y/N), that you’re beautiful?” Tetsurō tells you with a soft smile, causing you to blush and look the other way, the incandescent light of the moon shining on your face. The moon and the stars were the only witnesses to the two of you exploring intimacy in a whole new dimension. He lifts your chin with his finger, bringing you to look at him as he carefully unhooks your bra, peels it off, and discards it on the ground, with your breasts on display.
This time, it was Tetsurō who had his mouth wide open, gasping, “I can’t believe you hid them from me, (Y/N) ‘cause they look so perfect,” and he cups both of your mounds and fondles with them, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing your pussy to throb, and you tilt your head backward, biting your lip. He increases the pace of his flicking, causing you to whimper further, and grind slowly on him. He then says, “can I go down on you, would you like that?,” and you smile and nod as he picks you by your butt, you wrap your legs around his waist, and places you gently on the bed, with your head on the pillow.
With careful intention, he slowly and gently takes off your black pants and sees your lace underwear, causing him to smirk as he sees the wetness through. He teases while splaying one of his hands over your tummy, “seems to me like you’ve been waiting for it for a long time, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He slowly takes the lace off your legs as your wetness was a full-on display for his ravenous eyes while licking his lips.
“I’m going to do it slowly, please tell me if you like it or not,” Tetsuro breathed, causing you to nod and his fingers start to explore every part of you, the wetness, the clit, the folds, every single touch was sending you into a frenzy. He finds and then starts rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. Closing your eyes harder, you whimper while you’re arching your head up, crying out his name and whimpering, “Oooh Tetsuro, it feels so nice.”
Both of you started to speak an unspoken language full of intense eye contact, moans, and groans as he kept stroking your clit, increasing the pace and intensity. The words, “it feels so good, please don’t stop,” were reverberating in the air in the room. As you were breathing heavily and trembling, he kept quietening you saying, “it’s going to be okay, I got you. Then, with your wetness as lube, he inserted one of his slender fingers into your pussy, the slightest movement causing you to arch your back and mewl louder.
“Oh, my, shit,” Tetsuro cried out, “you really are tight. Damn, I love this pussy already,” while pushing the finger in and out slowly, stimulating you in a way you’d never felt before. You then cry, “please go a little faster,” while biting back a moan, to which he replies, “with pleasure, baby,” as he increases his pace. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan,” he says as you move your hips along the fingering movement, continuing to moan. That’s when he inserts another finger and says, “I’m going to start to exploring you with my mouth, so why don’t you spread your legs for me, hmm?”
As an act of obedience, you spread your legs, showing him with great detail how it looked. He first starts to kiss your clit, still maintaining eye contact with you, but you break it to close your eyes and be lost in the pleasure. As he kisses your clit, he sucks on your folds, slowly, while still fingering you with two fingers. Your hands were fisting on the sheets, and you couldn’t hold back your screams as he was doing it so well.
For a brief moment, you remembered something. You couldn't believe it was his first time too, because, he seemed to know his way around your body much better than you did while you were touching yourself when you were alone. A coil was slowly building up within you as he took out his fingers and fully eat you out with his hands on your thighs until you yell, “Tetsu, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ngh-” your legs start to tremble as the coil snaps.
He holds you steady with his hands, causing you to have your first orgasm of the night and him to slurp in your essence. He then kisses your pussy, gets up, sucks on his fingers to taste your slick, towers over you, with his tummy pressed against yours as he kisses you fervently, both of you get to taste how you tasted. You definitely liked it, you liked the way he did it and would thus never stop asking him from now on.
“Let me make you feel good too,” you plead to Tetsuro as you sit up, putting your hands on his shoulders, making his half-naked body lie down as you perch on top of him, and straddle him, as you lean forward and kiss him sloppily, but you couldn’t care. All your hidden feelings for him were slowly starting to creep up as you released yourself from the kiss and watch the moon reflect on his eyes. You think to yourself, “oh god, how is he so…beautiful?”
You move to a side as he slides the sweatpants off only for you to see him in black boxers. “Damn, you’re packing,” you gasp as you see his bulge. Both of you chuckle, as your hands stroke him, causing him to lean his head back against the headboard, and close his eyes. You peel the boxers off of him, to see his dick slap against his abdomen. “Tetsu, it’s big,” you whimper in nervousness, to which he calmly replies, “(Y/N), baby, I believe you’ll do well. Please take it in, I can’t wait.”
He then starts to feel your lips wrap around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. “Baby, please open your eyes and see if I’m making you feel good,” you cry out to him as he tilts his head in your direction and his gaze fixates on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slides all the way down to the base of his dick. You suck, hard, just once. But it's enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.
Tetsuro's lips gaped open and his eyelids rolled back as he closed his eyes, his face flushed with delight. You start moving your lips up and down, back and forth, pushed against his firm length. “Ngh, this feels so good," he whimpers, "I’m so glad that you’re my first.” With a smile on your face, you take one of his hands, run the fingers through your hair, and ask him to guide your speed. Tetsuro took small breaths, lightly thrusting into your mouth, not wanting to actually harm you because he didn't want to overwhelm you.
Tetsuro's lips gaped open and his eyelids rolled back as he closed his eyes, his face flushed with delight. As he brushed his tongue over his teeth, he swallowed, a lump in his throat. Only your low-sucking sounds could be heard as you continued to bob your head and groaned once or twice more. He breathed, "(Y/N)," writhing into your mouth, his nails digging into his calf. He also notices that your hands are caressing his balls. You slide off his dick and spend some time licking and sucking his balls, while stroking the length with one hand, making him moan, as the other hand rubs your clit, quickening the tempo while your knees sink deep into the mattress.
“Baby, that was so incredibly fantastic, I want to enter you,” he cries as you rise up and off the bed, still hooked on him. "Can I? Would you be able to get a condom out of my pants for me?" As he gets up, you walk over to his sweatpants, grab a condom package, hand it to him, and lie down on the bed, ripping the plastic and sliding the rubber on him. He noticed your lips quivering, and you exhaling deeply out of sheer nervousness, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. That’s when he approached you, tummy pressed against yours yet again, and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Tetsuro leans towards you closely and asks out of sheer concern.
When you looked at the reflection of the moon from his eyes, you noticed a sense of sincerity and security from him. You’d always wondered how your first time would look like. How it would feel like. You’d heard a lot of things that happen, including the deep pain you experience, but were curious to experience it yourself. Never did you think, however, that you’d be losing it to someone that you’d bonded with over the span of a couple of months. You’d always viewed him as a friend, but circumstances had caused you two to be closer and eventually start innocently flirting with each other.
One thing led to another and you’re here. Caressing his cheek with your knuckles, you started to feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He always made you feel some type of way, but you never realized how until this very moment. For a split second, however, you thought of your exes, who’d hurt you and betrayed your trust, as flashbacks popped into your head, but you decided to quickly shirk your fear off. You were here, in the moment, with him. That’s when you smile at him, replying softly, “I’ve never been more sure.”
Tetsuro then smiles, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, adding, “I'm going to enter you slowly, okay?” while leaving open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and sucking on it. He then aligns the clothed dick with your entrance, continuing, "Please let me know if it hurts,” while you nod. Slowly, he teases your entrance sliding up and down, watching you bite your lower lip as your cunt throbs. Tetsuro then pushes in slowly, with the tip stretching you out, causing you to moan his name and writhe in pain as it stings you a bit. “Baby, it’s okay, I’m here, breathe deeply for me,” he urges, as you regulate your deep breaths while he rubs your clit to help you relax. You then plead, “Baby, ‘s too big, I want you to fill me up,” wrapping your legs around him and arching back, the pain then turning into pleasure as he goes deeper before eventually bottoming out, you throwing your head back and moaning loudly in response.
He then grabs your chin to tilt your head down, maintaining eye contact as his hands push into your hip as he’s thrusting in and out of you. Eventually, he increases the pace as his hands travel to yours, intertwining fingers and pressing his forehead against yours. “Is this okay, baby?” Tetsuro asks, nervously, causing you to tilt your head a bit so that you could kiss him, and you respond by moaning, “Yes, baby, it feels big, it feels amazing. Please, don’t stop,” while scratching your nails on his back. This causes him to groan and increase his pace, and suck on the nipples, before eventually hitting the g-spot. You then curl your toes, while Tetsuro starts to kiss you, muffling your moans as he keeps going.
The sounds of skin slapping and both of you moaning reverberating in the air, with the smell of sex being obvious. Both of you were too intoxicated in the moment, the pleasure overwhelming you two, while Tetsuro explores the upper part of you with his lips. He kisses all over your neck, sucking in on some places marking you and kissing you on those very places. He continues to sink into your cunt as you two kiss each other sloppily, eventually causing you both to reach your high. “Baby, I’m cumming again,” you breathily cry out as he slows down his thrusts lazily, “Yes, baby, go on, cum for me, cum for me,” while he circles your clit with his thumb. With a final thrust, you cum together, his cock twitching and him releasing in the condom, and you gripping him tight and creaming him.
As he pulls out and discards the condom, he notices you whimpering in pain, prompting him to go to the bathroom, pick you up, carry you to the bathroom where you can smell dried flowers and scented candles, and lay you down in the bath tub where he locks the door and joins you. “Are you all right?” Tetsuro inquires, concerned, as your body sinks deep into the water, the warmth relieving the pain. “I've never been better, Tetsuro. I had no idea my first time would be so memorable. Thank you, you admit, exhausted, as he grabs your hands and forces you to lie down on his chest.
“You know,” he nuzzles into your neck, “maybe we should think about dating for real? Given that I've always liked you, and that I'm glad I got to lose it to you as well.” “Babe, I'm so sorry that I never got to ask you, did you like it too?” you ask, widening your eyes and turning your head to face him. Chuckling at you, he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, and says, “I couldn't imagine a better way to do so than to lose it to someone I like,” causing you to blush, nod and lock lips with him. With Tetsuro Kuroo, it truly felt like an endless period of ecstasy.
After that, he gets out of the bathtub, wipes himself, puts another towel on the bed, returns to the bedroom, and wipes you dry. He then urges you to wear his t-shirt, which may appear oversized to you, but you adore the gesture, while he wears boxers. You then put on some music, cover yourselves, and he kisses your forehead and gives you a peck on the lips before snuggling into him and drifting off to sleep, looking forward to more nights with him. You didn't have to imagine how you felt at the end of the night because there was only one word to describe how you felt: heavenly.
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aaaand aurora
Hazel, ily to the moon and to saturn, youre my morning sun youre a shot of expresso youre the first day of spring like fr you never fail to make me smile everytime we talk and you light up my days and im so glad you exist and wanted to be my mutual bestie, i wish i knew you irl ily wifey<3
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Sunday, January 8th - Just the Average Sunday
Woke up, did homework, and messaged Harley... which perhaps was a mistake, as she proceeded to threaten me with 'and drink all of your orange juice and open the milk and not close it' and 'pooing in your toilet and leaving it there'
I watched some more Umbrella Academy, which I started last week. It's very good, and I enjoy it a lot. Klaus is my favourite character thus far, closely followed by Allison and Five. The plotline is incredibly though - like how you see things from the 'bad guys', Hazel and Cha-Cha's perspective as well, which just makes it realistic, as there is always more than one side to a story.
Then I went out with Harvey, Mattson and Winifred. Unfortunately, Alison couldn't make it, and it would've been better with her, but we still had fun. Wandering into the local town, sheltering from the rain, hiding in a Costa's too. So Harvey and Wini could sit together, I sat next to Mattson. Which was okay, he regarded me as a human being. I brought a hot chocolate and carried it over to the two of them, and while Wini was ordering herself a tea, I asked them who'd they rather I sat next to. When neither of them decided, I said "Fine, I'll sit next to Mattson, just so you can sit next to Wifey." The glare Harvey gave me as Mattson tried not to start cackling was priceless. Plus, he couldn't retort since she was coming over with her tea and she still doesn't know I call her his wifey. Then Harvey said he was going to go to the co-op, and Wini asked if he'd like some company. Mattson and I both went "Yes he would." And then they went to the co-op together and Mattson and I were left in a companionable but mildly awkward silence. I didn't have anything good to say, so I kept my mouth shut. Then we continued to wander and headed to the safety of our homes for 5pm, where I relaxed and did nothing for the rest of the evening.
It's been a chill day. Tomorrow will not be as chill - I've got maths with Andrew... I shouldn't be looking forward to it, should i?
~CM
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the camila pfp!! ughhh she's the loml fr
she's my wifey. but i have no problem with sharing her with you, hazel <33
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Time and Chase
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC
Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is a major throwback but we are kicking off my TUA series of fics all the way from season one so that this story actually makes sense. Or about as much sense as it can be. I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season one being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*
Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, and violence.
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*Gif credits to its original source/creator*
Extra Ordinary
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On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.
He got seven of them.
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The next morning, after Five very briefly explained what he was up to last night, Karina was stitching his arm up.
"So, you're telling me…hold still!" Karina instructed, wincing slightly when Five hissed in pain. "That you decided to risk your life by blinking into a store during closing hours just so you could steal a mannequin?"
"Delores was our friend and she even asked to be your maid of honor. I couldn't just leave her there. She helped us before, she can help us again," Five remarked.
Karina held back from rolling her eyes. "I am aware she was your companion for the first five years of being alone in the apocalypse, but, you could have been smarter about this. Or at least not have gone alone."
"And risked your life instead? No way. Hazel and Cha-Cha are ruthless, as you can see."
"Yeah, well, sooner or later you're going to need more help," Karina finished stitching his wound up and cleaning up the excess blood. She put a bandaid over it and gave his cheek a kiss.
He faintly blushed. "Thanks. Speaking of help, you can help me watch the guy from the prosthetic office. I want to know what that son of a bitch is up to. Consider it a couple's field trip, dear," Five stood up to put a clean uniform on.
Karina turned around so he could get changed. "How exciting," she flatly sighed.
Once he was ready, he slung his backpack on and opened the window so the two could get out through the fire escape. Little did they know someone was busily dumpster diving below.
"Damn it, where's Dad's stuff?" Klaus groaned.
"Can we go see a movie or something? Or the ocean?" Ben Hargreeves asked.
Though Five and Karina had no clue Ben was there, they could hear Klaus rummaging around.
"Shut up! I'm trying to find whatever…priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!" Klaus snapped as Five and Karina climbed down the ladder.
"I'd ask what you're up to, Klaus, but then it occurred to me…I don't care," Five paused.
"Hey!" Klaus laughed. "You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy?" he watched as Five landed on the ground before helping Karina down.
"This one involved the least amount of talking. Or so I thought," Five took her hand into the crook of his arm.
"Hey, hey, hey, so. You need any more company today? Besides the wifey? I could, uh…clear my schedule," Klaus took a drink out of the flask in his hand.
Five eyed him warily. "Looks like you've got your hands full."
"Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever. I'm just…" Klaus suddenly fell into the dumpster and there was a clatter. "I just misplaced something. That's all. Oh! Found it! Thank God!" Klaus popped back up with a half eaten doughnut in his hand. He sighed and took a bite, gulping. "Delicious."
Karina watched him in partial disgust as Five rolled his eyes. "I'm done funding your drսg habit." He gently led Karina off.
"Come on! You don't-maybe I just wanna hang out with my brother and my sister-in-law!" Klaus looked at Ben. "Not you." He saw Five and Karina climb into a van. "Mi hermano! I love you! Even if you can't love yourself!"
The car doors slammed shut and the engine started before the van took off. A couple of blocks down, Five parked the van in an alley, out of view.
"This isn't suspicious at all," Karina dryly observed.
"He can't see us," Five retorted, watching Lance walk towards the building. "Oh, shit. Hey." He sighed, taking out a mannequin in a polka dotted blouse from his backpack. "Sorry you were in there for so long, Delores."
Karina eyed him.
"No, I'm not drunk. I'm working. Yes, it's about the eye thing. This is the place it was made. Or…will be made," Five sighed. "We just have to wait." He looked at Karina. "Rina's here, too. I'm sure she's happy to see you as well."
"Yup. Hi Delores," Karina greeted casually as she pulled a book out and began reading.
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Five was busy studying his surroundings when he frowned, noticing white flakes beginning to drift down from the sky.
"No," he muttered, getting out of the van to see that everything around him were in ashes. He frantically looked around. "No! Rina! Guys! Rina! Where are you?"
"Five," Luther's voice distantly called. "Five!"
"Five, what's going on?" Karina's voice echoed as Five looked back at the van.
"Rina?" he drew out fearfully, wondering where she was.
"Hey, Five!" Luther sounded with a knock.
"No!" Five screamed.
"Five!" Luther shot Five out of his flashback.
Five jumped, feeling Karina's gentle hand on his shoulder. He weakly gave her a smile as the two watched Luther struggle to get into the passenger seat of the van.
"You okay?" Luther asked his brother.
"You shouldn't be…how did you find us?" Five was exasperated.
"Oh. Um…" Luther glanced back and so did Five and Karina.
"Hey, baby…" Klaus was pretend swaying with Delores. "Hey, a little privacy, guys. We're really hitting it off back here." He screamed as Five chucked an empty cup at him.
"Get out!" Five yelled. "You can't be here! We're in the middle of something!"
He turned back to Luther.
"Any luck finding your one-eyed man?" Klaus whispered, joining the three.
"No," Karina replied.
"What's he talkin' about?" Luther frowned.
"Does it matter? It's Klaus," Five sighed. "What do you want, Luther?"
"Um…so, Grace may have had something to do with Dad's death. So I need you to come back to the academy, all right? It's important."
"'It's important.' You have no concept of what's important," Five remarked and Karina nudged him.
"Hey! Did I ever tell you guys about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?" Klaus interrupted the tension, causing Five to wrinkle his nose and look away as Karina cringed in disgust. Luther was just lost as Klaus laughed. "It was so painful."
"What are you still doing here?" Luther questioned him.
"Ay, ay, ay…what? I…what? I need an excuse to hang out with my family?" Klaus returned.
"We're trying to have a serious conversation."
"What, and I'm incapable of being serious? Is that what you're saying?"
"Luther's got a point, you should get out," Five agreed.
Klaus was in disbelief. "What? Fine! I get it. The wife gets to stay but the weirdo brother doesn't!" he ranted before exiting the van and slamming the door shut.
"Do you really think kicking him out was a good idea?" Karina raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. What the hell are you two up to?" Luther demanded as Karina went back to reading her book, wanting nothing to do with the current conversation.
Five was casual. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me. Last I checked, I'm still the leader of this family," Luther tried to impose authority.
"Well, last I checked, I'm 28 years older than you and Rina is your sister-in-law, so don't pull that shit on her," Five shot back.
"You know what your problem is?" Luther eyed him.
"Really hoping you'll tell me," Five rolled his eyes.
"You think you're better than us. You always have. Even when we were kids," Luther sighed. "But the truth is, you're just as messed up as the rest of us. We're all you have. And you know it."
"I have Rina, so no, you are not all I have. Disregard her again and I'll send your ass back to the moon. Besides, I don't think that I'm better than you, Number One. I know I am," Five bit out with a rather bitter chuckle. "I've done unimaginable things, things you couldn't even comprehend."
"Right," Luther dismissed.
"Just to get back here and save you all," Five finished coldly.
"Hey, bitches!" Klaus suddenly caught their attention with his arms full of stolen snacks as he ran past the van.
A police officer blew his whistle, chasing Klaus. "You, get back here!"
"Out of the way, asshоlе!" Klaus shouted.
"Now I'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision," Five commented as another car's tires squealed and Klaus ran into an incoming taxi.
Karina took her chance by casually leaning on the back edge of his seat. "I normally don't say this but: I told you so," she smugly shot and he gave her a look for it.
~ * ~
It was nighttime now. Five, Karina, and Delores were still in the van, watching for Lance to make an appearance. Karina was asleep in the passenger seat and Five debated if he should just take her back to his room where she'd be more comfortable.
"You know, you don't have to tell me that. I know there are only six days left. Yeah, you got a better idea?" Five scoffed at Delores. "Okay, then." He looked out and saw Lance leave the building with a bag in his hand. He gently shook Karina awake.
"What?" she groaned and he pointed to Lance.
"There's our guy."
Lance went over to a car approaching him. He opened the car door, slipping the bag in and subtly hiding a folder in his coat.
"What the hell is he up to?" Five muttered.
"Beats me," Karina yawned.
He glanced at her. "Do you need me to take you home so you can rest?"
"I'd really prefer to stay with you."
"Are you sure?"
Karina nodded but she yawned again.
"Yeah, no. You're going to bed," Five scooped her up and blinked into his room.
"You need your sleep, too," Karina argued as he laid her down on his bed.
"Later. First I want to figure out what that Lance guy is up to," Five tucked her in. "I'll be back."
"Five, wait-" she reached for him but he blinked out, leaving her alone. She groaned and rolled her eyes, deciding it was no use to follow him. So, she ended up falling back asleep.
Bang!
A shot fired woke Karina up from a sound sleep. She cursed, throwing the covers off of her. She glanced at the hall to see a woman in a weird animal mask chasing Allison down the hall.
"Shit! Hazel and Cha-Cha!" Karina raced after them.
She quietly snuck through the house and heard more rounds, coming from the basement kitchen. Along the way, she grabbed a katana from the wall, as well as a spare knife Diego left.
Karina silently crept down the stairs, seeing that Allison was fighting Cha-Cha.
"You want to rumor this psycho?" Diego stalked into the room.
"I don't need to because this bitch just pissed me off!" Allison whirled around.
"We just want the boy!" Cha-Cha hissed.
"Oh. Well in that case!" Karina kicked the back of Cha-Cha as Allison kicked her a few times.
Karina blocked a few strikes with the katana, but Cha-Cha flipped and sent her foot crashing into her nose. She screamed out as Cha-Cha struck her clean in the side with the pool stick, probably cracking a rib or two and sending her to the floor.
"Karina!" Allison slid to her side as Diego whistled to get Cha-Cha's attention.
He started fighting her now as Karina groaned, handing Allison the knife she had. Allison grinned and sprung up, kicking Cha-Cha hard and making her stumble back.
"Get her," Allison handed him the knife and he threw it, stabbing Cha-Cha in the back of the leg as she tried to get upstairs.
Diego gently helped Karina to her feet. "Are you okay?"
"I've felt worse," Karina seethed angrily, wiping blood from her nose and grabbing her weapon off the ground.
"Come on," he almost growled as the three stormed out.
They went upstairs to find the others. Vanya was hiding from Hazel and Luther was on the ground near the staircase.
"Luther!" Allison raced to his side. "Come on, Luther, get up."
"Ah, you gotta cut down on that fast food, soldier," Diego helped Allison get him to his feet as Karina looked around.
Cha-Cha was upstairs, eyeing the rope that held the chandelier up. She glared down at the four.
"No!" Karina screamed as Cha-Cha stabbed the rope, sending the chandelier crashing down.
"Get out of the way!" Luther shoved Allison back and Diego dove off, taking Karina with him.
"Luther!" Allison cried as the chandelier fell on him.
Hazel and Cha-Cha quickly made their escape while Luther grunted and panted, slowly getting to his feet. He pushed the chandelier off of him, ripping the coat off and exposing what Sir Reginald did to him all those years ago: turn his upper body half-ape.
Allison, Diego, Vanya, and Karina stared at him in shock.
"Holy shit," Diego drew out.
Luther looked around breathlessly, before he ran away and rushed upstairs. Allison went over to check on Vanya.
"Did you know?" Vanya asked her.
Allison swallowed. "No."
Diego looked up and heard a faint, familiar hum. "Shit. Mom!" he raced upstairs to check on her.
Seeing that the two Commission officers were gone, Karina slowly and painfully made her way back to Five's room. She shut the door and locked it, making sure the window was locked as well. With the katana hidden under the bed and within her reach, she groaned as she sat down, clutching her side.
"Five, what the hell have we gotten ourselves into?" she mumbled, staring at her ring blankly.
She sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.
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#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#allison hargreeves#ben hargreeves#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#tua#viktor hargreeves#aidan gallagher#tua season one#tua s1
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If I met you I'd take you for a walk by the beach near my house and look for sea smoothed milky quartz and seeing/hag stones. We can swap witch!reader x pero stories!💚
(Feel better, m'dear!)
Ohhh, Hazel. How did you know that I've been dreaming about going beachcombing?? Also, I'm writing the next installment of Pero x witchy!wifey as we speak. I would love to swap those stories with you irl!
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 538, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby
WORDS: 1212
@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official and @therealpetersteeleoffical at @saintmarysmaternityhospital
THE RATAJCZYK TRIPLETS ARE HERE! Please give a warm round of applause to the newest members of the Type O Negative family- Matthew James, born at 1:27 PM weighing 4 pounds 3 ounces, Brandon Edward, born at 1:36 weighing 4 pounds 1 ounces, and Josephine Rose, born at 1:45 PM weighing 3 pounds 11 ounces. These precious babies were born prematurely at 27 weeks, and will spend time in the NICU before coming home with the rest of the family! A million thank yous to the wonderful crew at Saint Mary’s Maternity Hospital for Expectant Mothers for helping us through the birthing process and being a great support system while we got used to the three party crashers!
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I smiled at the parade of THE RATAJCZYK TRIPLETS ARE HEREs posted in the comment section. People were beyond hyped about the arrival of the newest members of the Ratajczyk family, and I had gotten multiple DMs from people wondering if they could buy something to help us out. I had rectified by creating an Amazon wish list with baby shampoo, diapers, baby wipes and crib pads, posting it up to the top of my Instagram profile. The wish list was emptied two days later, and so I kept adding the bare necessities of what was needed to care for newborn babies, times three.
Baby Jojo only had the faintest of lumps on her spine and didn’t really seem bothered by it as she stretched out over her daddy’s chest, taking up as much room as she possibly could and almost successfully shoving her older brothers off.
The three babies were each the perfect blend of their parents- Baby Mattie was the perfect miniature of big brother Thomas Jospeh Ratajczyk and his father. Baby Teddy had my scarlet curls and his daddy’s hazel blue eyes. Baby Jojo had her daddy’s hair coloring but with my curls and her mommy’s big blue eyes.
Peter had recovered quite well from his allergic reaction to the anesthesia used for his vasectomy. The alarming swelling in his face had gone down dramatically and he was soon able to sleep in my tiny hospital bed with me. He would sleep with me curled up on his burly chest, creating such the sweet picture. Elizabeth had snapped a few photos of us in this position, and he had posted one to his personal Instagram account.
@therealpetersteeleoffical with @Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official at @saintmarysmaternityhospital
My sweetheart is the most incredible person I know. She gave life to six incredible human beings, and loves to sing and bring a smile to my face.
Here’s to now and forever, my beautiful blueberry of my heart.
#mysweetheart #wifey #blueberrylove #mysunmymoommystars
Jackie had been coming in four times a day with food that she had crafted together in her kitchen. She was currently renting an apartment with a friend of hers from the mechanic shop and she also did photography on the side for a bit of extra income. Peter had asked her about pricing, and she had directed him over to her Instagram. After consulting with me, he had booked her for a Christmas family photoshoot on December nineteenth.
My brothers and Sammi had came in at one point, too. Adam and the twins had swung by, Aria and Evie joining the kids as they giggled and talked. Benjimen came in with Daniel and Frank, the three of them carrying little plush toys for the new babies- a white bunny for Baby Mattie, a grey elephant for Baby Teddy and a cream lamb for Baby Jojo. Caleb and Julie came in, her tummy beginning to grow round with child. While Julie and I both discussed baby names, Caleb and Peter both talked tips and tricks for babyproofing the house. Ephriam and Evan came in, my brother-in-law cradling a fussing little lady, their adopted daughter from my brother-in-law’s sister.
When Sammi popped by for a visit, she was wearing tight skinny jeans and a thin V-neck T-shirt with a plunging neckline. To my amusement, Peter kept his eyes on her face while Baby Noah toddled up to where the kids had congregated, being warmly welcomed into their group.
“Hey, can you guys take in Baby Noah for a few hours next week?” she asked us causally. “I fear his father finding out about my little baby boy and raising all levels of hell.”
“Who is Baby Noah’s father?” I asked as I was pumping more milk. At this point, Evans had told us to keep the cooler that he had brought with him, filled with yummy goodies, to keep the milk bags cooled.
“He’s a politician,” she shrugged, sighing at my look. “Governor Paul Thomas Grantsville.”
“Sammi!” I squawked, utterly appalled.
“I know, it’s no excuse sleeping with a married man, but I needed to pay the bills somehow!” my baby sister protested. “Besides, he quickly lost steamed after the first round.”
“Sammi, how do you know that Baby Noah is his son?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow upwards.
“Because he shot his load into me,” she confessed in a sheepish tone of voice. “He gave me six grands in cash upfront for bareback.”
I could only stare at her as the kids happily occupied themselves by drawing pictures for my hospital room.
“He’d been sleeping around since his wife was rendered sterile due to cancer treatment,” she continued to gossip. “He already had five daughters, but really wanted a son, so-”
“So, you had sex with him?” I was doing my best not to judge my slutty baby sister, but she was honestly making it quite challenging. “Aye aye aye…”
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#Real Person Fiction (RPF)#Tattooed Wings#Peter Thomas Ratajczyk#Type O Negative#Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl#Special needs baby#Aria Bradley#Evie Bradley#Deaf#American Sign Language (ASL)#Elizabeth Ratajczyk#Alopecia#Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy#Autism#Katie Ratajczyk#Down’s Syndrome#Baby Violet Marie#Neonatal death#Baby Eve Lynn Ratajczyk#Abandoned baby#Matthew James Ratajczyk/ Baby Mattie#Brandon Edward Ratajczyk/ Baby Teddy#Josephine Rose Ratajczyk/ Baby Jojo#Matching tattoos soulmate AU
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I AM
ACTUALLY SOBBING?!?
BEST WHITE DAY DJDAJJDKW
KAEYA MY BELOVED
#kaeya my beloved#hazel wifey mwah#hazel my heart#I CANNOT MY HEART IS SO FULL#I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I#THANK YOU SO MUCH WIFEY#kiss me silly pretty boy I dare you~
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