#i can smell a bitch like this from a mile away and all it has to do is w how much you shit talk vs actually talk about serious shit

[snekdood]

To all the group chats who are bored and need a hobby badly: goooo fuck yourselves!!!

[letters-to-me]

astro observations | pt. 1

Hi!🤍 This is my first post with astrology observations. I am not a professional astrologer, but I have been interested in astrology for several years.

Note: These are just my observations, you don't have to agree or identify with them. Do not take everything seriously. English is my second language so forgive me for mistakes and typos. do not copy, steal, rewrite my work, or repost on other social medias

Sun square Uranus creates highly individualistic and unconventional individuals who may appear selfish and eccentric. These people have a strong desire to showcase their uniqueness and serve as examples for others. They struggle with accepting authority and often resort to rebellious behavior to draw attention to themselves. A classmate of mine from primary school has this aspect and used to rebel against teachers to impress his friends. He also bullied the weaker ones. Moon sextile Mercury this aspect gives really good memory. People with this aspect are often very intelligent. These people are interested in their origin and roots. Mercury sextile Uranus gives the ability to discover and invent new things. These people like new technologies. They often need to exchanges ideas and opinions with others. They have novel way of thinking and they like to argue about opinions. Jupiter in 11th house people are really lucky when it comes to friends, groups. Others find it easy to befriend them. Even their open enemies are relatively respectful and have shown mercy. They usually have a lot of close friends. People with the Moon in Virgo feel that anything they do is not good enough for their standards and will always find something to complain or nag about. Virgo moons tend to get upset if certain things aren’t perfect. I also noticed Virgo moons can have severe bitch energy. Libra moons may avoid conflicts and confontation. People with Moon in Libra, that I know, love to be the centre of attention and are keen to express their opinions. Most of them can be people pleasers. Scorpio venus are incredibly receptive and observant. They can come off as very passionate but may also get attached very easily as well as being obsessive. It’s like a 'ride or die' placement. I’ve never met a person with Venus in Scorpio that didn’t obsess over their partner. Scorpio venuses smell bullshit from a mile away and are not afraid to tell you what’s up. Venus square Neptune people day dream a lot and idealize people. Venus square Neptune makes people have rose-coloured glasses. They are too forgiving. Mars in the 11th house may find it difficult to make and keep friends. There may occur competition amongst friends. These people also have a habit of distancing themselves too much and ghosting other people. Venus opposite Pluto natives tend to attract people who are obsessive, attached and controlling. There may be insecurities in relationships, such as an obsessive fear that your partner may cheat on you or leave you. You may feel tempted to control your partner. "Power is my mistress. I have worked too hard at her conquest to allow anyone to take her away from me." – Napoleon Bonaparte who had this aspect.

I hope you enjoyed it. Wish you all the best and have a wonderful Thursday!!!🤍

[teenandbeyond]

Can I request a predator smut with prompts 51,52 and 64 please?

Predator x Reader

Helloooooo, Briteny's back bitches 😌💅

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Hunter and Prey (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut, reader being chased, park smex (so that's nice, yeah), and idk how I wrote this in class, so have fun, the sparkly stars below are a scam, this is anything but cute

Your predator does what he knows best, hunt...

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“I thought I’d try something different tonight…”

With a tilt of his head, you knew your Yautja was intrigued as you leaned back into him.

“Play a little game, where I’d be your prey. Would you like that?”

You could feel the rumble in his chest, claws trailing down your frame.

“If I win, I do what I want with you—” your breath hitched as they grazed ever so delicately against your inner thigh.

“If I win?” his deep and gravelly English makes you smile. You were a good teacher.

“You do what a hunter would with any prey…” you trail off with a bite of your lip.

“Mm. Rules?”

“The first rule is you only have two hours after my 30-minute headstart. The second: No Bio-Helmet. It wouldn’t be fair to give you such an easy win.”

Then you felt the jump of laughter, you did always enjoy the sound of his laugh, even if it sounded absolutely anything but kind.

“I think I’ve got this in the bag. Your eyesight is shitty without that thing,” you grinned.

“Is that…a challenge? You know I love those.”

•─────⋅☾ 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 ☽⋅─────•

And now here you were, being chased in the small town by your predator.

You’d made it a distance from your home, confident you would win this little game.

You were careful, the small town was dead at night…however, that didn’t mean there wasn't a risk you or your hunter would be seen.

But that made it all the more thrilling.

Soon, you were at the park, making your way through the crowd of trees.

Your head snapped behind you when you heard birds squawk…he was getting closer, you had to move.

On the other hand, your Predator was a little convinced you truly didn’t want to win, considering you were leaving clues.

Every half a mile or so, there was a piece of clothing he could see.

A hat.

A scarf.

One glove here, another there.

Your coat, he could see from the trees.

But he couldn’t find you. Yet.

He refused to lose, never once has he lost a hunt.

Then he heard the snap of a stick not too far from where he was.

There you were.

You knew you were fucked, you knew he’d hear you.

And he could smell your excitement fill the air at the thought of that.

Time was ticking, he smoothly leaped from one tree to another, getting closer by the second.

•─────⋅☾ 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 ☽⋅─────•

“Shit…” you whispered, slowly lifting your foot from the broken branch.

You had to run.

You heard a couple of men not too far away murmuring lowly, maybe they could be the distraction. Hiding your body in plain sight.

You hide behind a tree, peeking out to observe them. Maybe you could stand close to them to confuse your body heat or—

With a gasp, you’re slammed into the bark, your mouth is covered.

He’s here.

His gaze pierced into yours, he leans into your ear, “I win. Twenty minutes left. What was that about… having it in the bag?”

You scoff, voice muffled by his hand, “Bite me.”

“If that’s what you wish..."

•─────⋅☾ 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 ☽⋅─────•

“H-hah…So-So much…” you whimper as you get rammed into.

You were so hot, yet so cold all at once. The air was crisp, and it didn’t help that the only clothes you had were ripped to shreds.

Your legs buckled, hardly able to stand, but you did, knees brushing together with each jut forward.

As much as he liked holding you…he really loved when you were bent over, taking him in.

His grip on your ripped shirt was tight, he used it to tug you back into him.

You tried so hard to keep quiet, you didn’t want to be heard.

But you were the only one that cared, so.

He decided to be a little asshole and let some of his raw strength seep in, he was still in control of course.

He liked you too much to kill you this way…Now anyway.

And quite honestly, in this fucked out moment of yours, you wouldn’t have minded this being your way out.

A loud mewl—that he thought was very cute—slipped past your lips.

He rolled his hips, the circular movement hitting you deep.

You bite your lip to keep quiet best you could, but he was making it hard.

He’d make it even harder for you.

I mean, you did this much. Made him hunt you. In public at that, but couldn’t handle a few weakling men hearing you?

What would they do except scream before he kills them for seeing you in such a state?

He made his thrusts more deliberate, not really fast, but hardly gentle. Hitting that spot he knew would make you break.

Because if he didn’t make you cry with pleasure, he wasn’t doing it right.

If you weren’t babbling for more, then his job wasn’t done.

He wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. That was his reward. He won fair and square.

He loved conquering you, admiring your body, feeling it against his.

And he also loved reminding you that no matter how long you’ve been with him, how much you’ve toughened up…you were still the weakling little human who’d easily get drunk on his cock no matter how many times you’ve seen and felt it.

You tell him it’s because you love him.

Such a thing is foreign to him, he had mates, not love.

But make no mistake, if there’s one thing he understands. He loves your body.

His hand traces over your sides, your hips.

He loves every curve, dent, blemish, freckle, mole, the uneven skin tone in some places.

You are quite the fascinating creature.

He watches as your body trembles, you gasp for breath, fresh after climax.

But despite him going so hard on you, despite your behind being slapped so much it’s changed color, despite the dents his claws left behind, despite your throat being sore from taking him earlier…you still smile and say…

“Give me more…I know you’re not done yet.”

[recklessfiction]

Keep an Eye Out As You Travel West

You see a church, you just keep on walking. Most are abandoned anyhow, nothing left in 'em but the hollowed out husks of their priests. The rest have been filled by now; old pretenders, zealots, and self proclaimed prophets snatching up any man fool enough to worship. And that's if you're lucky. There are older things, other things that have curled up amidst the altars of the Lord like worms in dirt. If you're wanting to do any worshiping, best do it out under the sky.

There're things that roam the dust, figures of men with eyes deader than any corpse and smiles as bright and pretty as a lady's. They come around sometimes, always trying to pawn off some bizarre thing; elaborate crowns made of rusted nails, gold lockets with strange portraits inside, letters that can't be read without getting a deep pounding in your head, and keys rusted with so much blood it'd be a wonder if they turned anything at all. Now, I've seen what comes for folks who trade with them and I'll tell you this. Wherever they got their goods, it sure as shit wasn't from here.

You'll be hearing now about the "Oil Baptisms," I'm sure. Black sea water dredged up from some abyss, thicker than any water I've ever seen and you can smell it long a mile away. They say it gives people "the sight" but of what I can't say. All I know is that once you start smelling that briny shit on the wind, the screaming don't start long after.

Be careful what deals you make out here. There're plenty of strange folk who would be more than glad to work you down to the bone and long after, too. Work is work, crops need harvesting, graves need digging, meat needs carving, and idols need worshiping. Watch your words and read your contracts, else you might just be stuck washing the feet of the righteous until doomsday.

Best stay indoors once night comes, that's when a lot of the "families" start movin' out. They take to the roads, long lines of them, a parade of the ugliest sons of bitches you've ever seen. In the daylight, their skin never fits quite right and stinks to high heaven but once the sun dips past the trees, they start taking it off. They move from place to place, sloughing off their decayed flesh and stealing new off any traveler they come across. Lock your doors and put out your lights before they coming knocking on your door, asking sweetly, "Do you have anything I could wear?"

I am of the opinion that the woods ought not be traversed by folk who ain't been called there. Keep to the roads and towns, there's enough foul mess there if it's strangeness you're looking for. But what's in the woods has always been in the woods and if you pass the treeline with no business being there, well. The woods will give you business.

While a useful tool, a gun won't save you from drowning in the bathtub of a family of fanatic prognosticators, or from having your skin torn clean off by the night sky. Keep your ears up for any kind of protection you can get and learn to speak well because a lot of smart talk can get you out of a whole mess of trouble.

Keep on moving, friend. If you're looking to survive this trek, don't stop for anything, not even to bury the dead or feed the starving. It ain't worth what'll catch you, cause there's always things waiting for a fella to slow down so's they can get their claws in faster, deeper. You wanna be stuck here, in the fields and the dirt, under the big sky while hymns are burned into your skull? No?

Then keep on moving.

[arachnoia]

necklace ʚɞ ˖✧˖°.| miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara x nb! reader

in which the leader of the powerful spider society falls for one of nueva york's most infamous criminals...

warnings- fluff! not proofread/it’s a drabble! reader is assumed to know/ speak spanish

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"He looks so sad..." Gwen remarked. Miles and Hobie nodded as Pavitr crossed his arms, "It doesn't help that his only best friend is a literal A.I!"

"That's true, mate. It’s like he’s deathly allergic to the idea of fun...And people."

The group judged Miguel from a distance, who was eating his lunch silently...and alone.

Lyla popped out of thin air. "Hey! It's not like I can ignore him even if I wanted to." She rolled her eyes and pointed to Miguel, "He needs some romance here. It's actually sad. Yesterday, his screen time was 23 hours that day!"

Miles scoffed, "You would think with allat screen time, that he would jump on a dating website-"

"Excuse me?"

Miles' eyes widened as he noticed a shadow behind him. "N-Nothing!"

"Right...Once you guys are done, we have a mission. So eat quickly and meet in my office."

Pavitr laughed once he and Lyla left, "How would he get bitches if everyone is scared of him!"

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As soon as they finished eating, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were met with a fuming Miguel, throwing different metal parts all over the room in frustration.

"Be careful guys, he isn't happy," Margo said, sucking her teeth, "He was just looking at his monitors and just started throwing stuff!"

Hobie patted her shoulder, "Yea mate, we can tell he's not the jolliest right now."

Lyla appeared in front of them and nervously chuckled, "Heyyy guys!"

Miguel slowly turned around to glare at the four Spiders. "Let's go."

Miles raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even tell us what we're supposed to-"

Miguel grabbed Miles by his suit and fumed, "You don't ask me questions."

He let Miles go, causing him to fall as Miguel grabbed his own forehead and groaned, "You know what, stay here. I'll deal with this myself."

He started walking away as the four Spiders looked at each other, stunned.

……..

You flinched slightly as you heard the alarms go off, the screeching hurting your ears, "Damn those alarms."

You were one of Nueva York's most infamous criminals, never being caught by anyone even though the city was home to the Spider Society. That was probably your biggest flex.

You were currently walking through the rubble of the building you just exploded in order to get some stone you've been wanting. It was pretty and you saw it in an exhibition.

Plus it’s fun to get attention from what you considered your hobby; causing a wreckage of Nueva York.

You started to lean on the side of an alleyway as you played with your gold necklace, having replaced your uniform for a basic white shirt, leather jacket, and your favorite tight jeans.

“Eres una pinche pendeja. You’re a fucking IDIOT, N/n!”

You looked behind you and saw your favorite person to get attention from just a few meters away.

“Miguelito! What a pleasure to see you here!” You smiled, waving at him from afar. You mentally cheered. He didn’t have his uniform (which you have always found so sexy on him) and he had his grey turtleneck, black slacks, and some shoes you gifted him which were some retro Air Jordan 1s in black and white. You may or may not have stolen them.

You tilted your head, sensing his anger from miles away. It was amusing to witness.

“Vente pa’ca, Y/n.”

“Why don’t you make me, Miguel?”

Your teasing made him even more upset and you laughed, running swiftly towards him. You stretched your arms, gave him a hug, and stuffed your face on his chest.

“I love your sexy cologne. It smells so good, baby.”

He pulled away from your strong grip and grabbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration, “No puedo más contigo. Why did you do that?!” He said. You smiled at his upset nature and laughed.

“Babyyy, what happened to ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you’? Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso.” You snickered, having your hands on your hips.

“You can’t stop? Can’t you? You’re acting like a goddamn idiot. One of these days, someone is going to catch you and it’s not going to be me,” he sneered while glaring at you.

You scoffed at him and turned your head, gazing at the destruction you caused from afar.

“Oh fuck. how could the Spider Society take this? Their so precious leader going out with me! Little ol’ me! How embarrassing,” you cried out.

“Oh yeah! Me? Spider-man? Going out with Nueva York’s most wanted? God forbid anyone finds out,” he snarled.

The two of you stared at each other before you started cackling. Even Miguel started to chuckle silently.

“M-My god! Miguel, you’re making me look like a crazy person here!” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s ‘cause you are, N/n.”

It was quite an unexpected pairing with you two being close.

You two met at a nightclub after Lyla and Jess forced him to go in order to “loosen up”, they said.

The whole night, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you danced, in nothing but a short crop top and shorts, making your legs look long and sexy.

After mentally preparing himself, you went up to him, buying him a drink and striking conversation.

He liked that about you and how you were so confident.

You were his polar opposite.

Quite literally, after he found you out and caught you vandalizing one of Nueva York’s most famous buildings other than Spider Society headquarters.

He was a mess for the whole week to say the least.

“You know, it would be better if you joined me in a life of crime.”

You went towards him, caressing his face and gazing at his eyes.

“Just the two of us…Imagine all the fun we can have.”

He smiled as he played with your necklace, “I could think of some ways.”

Your eyes lighted up, “So you’re up for it?”

“Absolutely…Not.”

You pouted at him, “But we make such a great team. In the streets and in the shee-“

He glared at you, “I don’t want to hear you finish that sentence.”

He tilted your head upwards, using his fingers to position your chin. “Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más,” he said as his thumb grazed your lips softly.

“Or what?”

His lips enveloped yours as you began to make out, him pushing you against the wall of a building in the alleyway.

“You don’t want to find out, mi amor.”

You broke from the kiss and gazed up at him. “Who says I don’t wanna find out?”

…….

Miles and Gwen looked at Miguel from across the cafeteria, frightened, “This is kind of scary…”

Pavitr nodded, “It’s like looking at a dog walk with its hind legs.”

“Mate’s smiling while eating. SMILING! The man won’t even LAUGH but he smiles?” Hobie yelps, shaking poor Pavitr as they ravel in Miguel’s unusual behavior.

Miguel then stands up and walks towards the vending mashing in the cafeteria and the group straightens up.

Before he reaches, he stops at their table and glared at them, “What are you guys smiling about?”

Gwen chuckles, “N-Nothing! Hey Miguel, your necklace accessory thing is very-“

“NICE! IT TOTALLY SUITS YOU!” Miles interrupted, smiling ear to ear to get on Miguel’s good side.

“Weirdos..” Miguel muttered as he walked to the vending machine.

While he was pressing the numbers, he couldn’t help but smile a bit and play with his new necklace he had gotten as a gift the day prior.

translations-

Eres una pinche pendeja - You’re a fucking dumbass

Vente pa’ca - Come over here (shortened version of Vente para aća)

No puedo más contigo. - I can’t anymore with you

Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso- And you already know my answer to that

Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más - But don’t think I’m gonna let you disobey me even more

requests are open on my page if you wanna drop one :)

[prettynice8]

Happy Birthday Bitch

Min Yoongi or Suga or Agust D x male reader, haters to lovers

The birthday boy

Stuff: Swearing, bottom reader, top Suga, sub reader, dom Suga, homophobic Suga but it's ok it's internalized, kissing but like aggressive, hate fucking, doggystyle, male reader, dick sucking (Suga receiving), creampie, kinda gay ngl, non-idol au, college au.

Word Count: 1,509

Summary: You and Min really hate each other. Anyway, he is having a birthday party and your friend invited you. Then the birthday boy demands his present from you or something.

Notes: sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, I just didn't really want to. Also fun fact, Suga used to be my least favorite member, I just thought that he was kind of boring compared to the other ones, but then I saw him rap in the Butter music video and had an epiphany of biblical proportion. Oh and Happy Birthday Suga.

It is moments like these that make you really hate your friends. Not only are they attending HIS party, but those butt sluts also invited you to come along. Those bitches were fully aware of your utter disdain for that fucking shit eating brainless fucking fucker, and yet they asked if you wanted to go. You said yes nonetheless but that is not the point.

You could never say no to a fun party, and the prospect of getting railed tonight was admittedly very pleasant sounding. You were aware that even though you hated the guy, he was very popular for some reason that you could never grasp.

He was just another dude who had nearly no personality or substance. A dumb look on his face that makes all the stupid bitches fawn over for some reason. Like he is not even that hot, sure he has an ab or two but that is it.

These thoughts kept swimming through your mind as you opened the door to the party that you could hear from miles away. As you walked in the smell of alcohol and the sight of random flashing lights was almost enough for you to pass out, the parties should be, which is almost even more angering that it came from HIM.

You were a little late because you only decided a few minutes ago that you were actually going. You made your way to the previously mentioned asshole friends that were invited to this place, but you were stopped by the man of the hour himself, Min Yoongi.

"I thought I had a no fags allowed rule." Yoongi stated, laughing at his own lazy "joke" if you can even call it that. The sudden appearance makes you jump, causing him to laugh more.

"Ew why are you talking to me!" You remarked disgustingly. "Don't you have other people to bother?"

"None as fun as you." He said, the shit eating smirk already on his face.

"Get a life." You snap at him, growing angrier every second you are in his presence. Almost walking away until he walks right in front of you, stopping your escape.

"Why are you even here?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

"You invited the whole school you stupid bitch." You responded aggressively, wanting this fucker gone.

"Fucking cock sucker." He exclaimed, laughing once again.

"Was that supposed to be an insult because you're just stating the obvious." You responded matter-of-factly, causing his laugh to stop and his face to solidify. "Or are you trying to start something?" You then winked at him, enjoying the uncomfortable silence he is giving you.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He questioned back, his frustration growing as he stared daggers at you.

"Are you ever enjoyable to be around?" You asked, already knowing the answer being no. You try to walk away again but he grabs my arm and whispers in your ear.

"Why don't I make you." He started calmly. His voice actually sounded hot? Whatever it was, it did something to you. Confusion stirs inside of you as your mind races, though the inner turmoil is cut short when you feel something poking into your ass, already aware of what it is.

You let out a quick gasp, Min Yoongi, the man who hates you the most out of anyone you have ever known, is it hard for you? and you are getting turned by it? This must be a dream. Pinch me now.

"I'm going to do way worse." Yoongi stated. Wait, did he hear you, did you let that slip. What the fuck is happening. These thoughts spread through your mind, all of the noises and people all around you die down, Yoongi being the only thing on your mind.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." He ordered before taking your arm and leading you to his room

He brings you to his room, locks the door, and slams you into it, desperately kissing you.

His lips feel surprisingly good with your own, soft yet solid enough to leave quite the impact. You kiss him back just as desperately, your hands already going to take his shirt off, which he helps you with. Once it is off his lips crash right back on to yours where they belong.

He starts to become even more needy, diving his tongue into your mouth and exploring every part he can. His hands take your ass in vice grip as yours explore his broad and muscly torso, following each tone of his body.

"I still hate you." He said between tongue entanglements.

"Ditto." You said before diving right back in, but his hand stops you.

You let out muffled wails of confusion and frustration until he finally justifies himself. "I think your mouth can be used for more important things." was the last he said before bringing you to your knees.

Being an experienced little diva, you know exactly what to do. You strip his pants and boxers off in a single swipe. His throbbing member was already begging for your attention, you hated the guy but had to admit that he was packing some serious artillery.

Your hands begin to work on his shaft, pumping it slowly up and down while giving the tip light kisses, but that wasn't enough for him. So he shoves your head straight down onto his massive cock.

You take him so easily, his cock already all the way in. You begin moving your head up and down his length, the tip hitting your throat every time.

"God you're fucking good! I guess you had to be at something." He groaned, you respond by nipping him a little bit, which he responds with by fully fucking your throat.

He grabs your hair tightly and goes to mother fucking town. Thrusting his hips into your mouth, almost making you cum just from this, the thought of this monster going in your ass scares you so much it is sexual.

He finally starts emptying his balls into your throat, taking you off his dick. He doesn't even have to ask you to swallow before you have already done so.

"Fucking whore." He said as he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. Wasting no time with taking off your clothes, literally ripping your shirt in half.

"Hey!" You yell.

"You won't be going anywhere for a while, so shut the fuck up and get on your hands and knees." He demanded unapologetically.

You do exactly as he says, wanting to get fucked by his massive cock so badly it almost hurts.

He wastes no time with foreplay, only giving you one quick kiss which was surprisingly sweet, a spank, and he was off. He plunged is dick into you, bottoming out in one quick thrust.

Tears spilled from your eyes, but you can think about that right now when he is already going full force, fucking your ass like a semi-truck, that actually would be gentler.

He has a death grip on your hips that will absolutely bruise, he also keeps spanking your ass repeatedly leaving it bright red, his teeth also leaving love bites all over your neck, but you cannot thing about any of that when he is pounding into so hard, leaving all other sensations feel like child's play.

You would say that Yoongi is only chasing his own pleasure but then he starts pumping your painfully hard dick. He also occasionally plays with your sensitive nipples, how kind.

The sounds of Yoongi's groans and skin hitting skin is nothing compared to the sound of your moans filling the room and probably the house itself, oh yeah there was a party going on.

The thing on your mind is Yoongi's hand pulling your hair, the other gripping your ass, his lips leaving light kisses and love bits on your neck, his crashing into you, and his ass deeply hitting your ass.

"God fucking dammit, you take me so well pretty boy." He complimented, waited, complemented. Did Min Yoongi himself just give you a compliment, and call you a pretty boy? What the fuck is happening.

"I'm close, I'm going to cum right into you." He stated.

He pulls you back, so your back is touching his chest and pulls you into a deep kiss. Unlike the ones earlier where it was all sexual, this felt almost loving, like the one he gave you before permanently ruining your insides.

That was all you needed before shooting ropes of cum onto the mattress. He follows suit right into you, filling your insides with hot cum.

You crash onto the mattress, completely fucked out of your mind. Yoongi gets off the bed and leaves, good riddance you think.

Until he comes back with a rag to clean you up. He tosses it and gets right into his bed with you. Yoongi pulls you up and lays your head on his chest, giving you one quick kiss on the forehead.

"Best. Present. Ever." He said.

"Happy birthday bitch."

THE END

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGA 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳

[thswrtchdthng]

YOU. give me your jonah magnus headcanons

oh FUCK yes.

let me preface this by saying I could talk about this piece of shit for HOURS. also these range from completely random trivia things to silly to oddly specific. also I may have projected a bit too much but oh well, that's what fictional babygirls are for

- I'm a trans Jonah truther. but also he'd been going exclusively by he/him pretty much his whole life until someone in the middle of an argument called him "it" and he had one of those "wait am I even a person" moments and since then he does not know wtf he is. is he a man? is he a thing? is he a creature? is he a concept? none of the above? all of the avobe? who knows. not even the Eye knows what's going on with that.

- he grew up on the outskirts of Edinburgh, and he has very mixed feelings about it. like on one hand he did not like it and was overjoyed to leave, but on the other that is his home and you will not disrespect it. to this day if anyone talks shit about Edinburgh or Scotland in general he has to stop himself from acting bothered about it.

- I'm sorry but I can smell his daddy/mommy issues from MILES away (he has both).

- he used to be super self-conscious. the "shit they're all staring at me but I need to pretend to be confident and respectable so fuck it" sort of way.

- he was especially insecure about his freckles. he was convinced they made him look like a little kid (which is not true, freckles are gorgeous and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise).

- he's always had a huge staring problem. and he originally had really big eyes so if anyone caught his interest they'd just be doing their thing and then turn around and catch him like 👁️_👁️.

- also he was always that kid that asked too many questions, especially regarding god (another thing I can smell from miles away is the religious trauma).

- he was born on november 13th 1787 (a tuesday the 13th, which in some cultures is believed to be a bad luck day, like friday the 13th) and officially founded the Institute on his 31st birthday (november 13th 1818, a friday the 13th).

- he has a collection of lover's eyes gifted by his many boyfriends acquaintances. he's got them all in a little box at his place and he remembers the exact moment each was gifted to him.

- I'm not going to get into how I imagine the time between when Barnabas got chucked into the Lonely and when he went to get his bones (it would take far too long) but this bitch was Not Having A Good Time. those broken glasses and torn pages Barny mentioned in his last letter? all him baby.

- also after Barnabas died he had a period of a couple weeks where he did not speak. not one word. he looked completely normal otherwise but people did notice. after that he just acted like nothing had happened and pretended to be clueless when people asked him about it.

- speaking of Barnabas's bones, he got a quill made of the bones in the ring finger of his left hand. he never uses it (no occasion is special enough) but he takes it with him any time he leaves the Institute for longer than a day (he couldn't take it with him to jail though :( ).

- speaking of leaving the Institute, he travels surprisingly rarely. it's not that he doesn't like traveling or that he can't afford it, he simply doesn't do it.

- Jonathan Fanshawe's last letter hurt him far more than he expected, and so did Albrecht's death. he thought he wouldn't feel much after Barny's death but that shit hit him.

- his eyesight gets worse every time he gets a new body. as Elias his glasses are so thick it's almost comical.

- he loves fluffy blankets with a PASSION.

-but he despises fluffy sweaters. he cannot wear them.

- he also loves pillows, cushions etc. he has at least 10 in his bed.

- you can't tell me his egotistical ass doesn't spend AT LEAST 2 hours getting ready every day (and 50% of that time he spends just staring at himself, checking that every minute detail is absolutely perfect).

- he's a raging hypochondriac. this man (gender neutral) will sneeze once and he's already thinking about his next body.

- his favorite cake flavour is red velvet. also black forest cake reminds him of Albrecht.

- as much as I like the joke of Jonah being the Lukases communal bootycall, he actually despises most of that family.

- aside from his long list of "acquaintances", he did have a super short fling with Simon Fairchild. Simon still jokes about it to this day and Jonah hates him for it.

- when he's angry or under a lot of stress he'll just stop blinking. like he usually doesn't blink as often as The Average Human, but if he's mad he'll just stop entirely. this started happening after the failed Watcher's Crown, but he didn't notice it until one time Gertrude pointed it out (that was a fun conversation, I might write something about this eventually).

- sometimes he'll forget or just not feel like doing normal bodily functions like eating or sleeping, and when he remembers that he has to in order to, you know, function, he gets so mad about it (why are human bodies so high maintenance and so unreliable at the same time istg).

- he used to be a sacredy cat. not anymore because he can See when people are close to him, but if you were to come up behind him to scare him back in the day he would leap.

- he has an odd fondness for amaranth flowers. I doubt he's a plant person but he likes those a lot (and tbh now that I think about it the mental image of plant mom Jonah makes me very soft. he'd tell the plants his Evil Plans and shit).

this is all I could think of off the top of my head but I'll probably add more as time goes by. I loved finally listing my headcanons for this little fucker so thanks for giving me the chance lol

[iheartpeppino]

Here's what I think the Pizza Tower cast thinks of Maurice Spaghetti...

Peppino: The poor guy can't stand Maurice. He's one of the biggest reasons Peppino doesn't come home for Christmas anymore. After putting up with his abuse for years, Peppino is just... tired of Maurice. He's tired of arguing. He just says, "I know," to every horrible thing his brother says about him. And the worst part is, Maurice seems to invite himself into Peppino's life whenever he least expects or wants it. This is because Maurice is such an asshole he literally has no friends and relies on Peppino for company.

Gustavo: He also can't stand Maurice. He HATES him, actually. Gustavo really cares about Peppino, so the fact his own brother treats him like shit infuriates him. He has threatened to kill Maurice before (remember Gustavo's catchphrase?), so Maurice is (rightfully) afraid of Gustavo.

Brick: Our rat buddy can smell a bad egg a mile away. He does NOT like Maurice and will hiss at him whenever he appears. Maurice claims that Brick is "the second-biggest rat [he's] ever seen", so he's... a little unnerved by the sight of him.

Mr. Stick: He hasn't met Maurice yet, but I guarantee you if he DID, he'd try to scam him out of a lot of money and would likely succeed. Cue Maurice crashing with Peppino until he can get his house back. Peppino is miserable and not amused by any of this.

Pepperman: Met Maurice during filming of The Noise's "Swap Mode" movie. Pepperman thinks Maurice is really unpleasant to deal with due to his negative attitude and close-minded outlook. Even a pseudo-intellectual like Pepperman runs circles around Maurice intellectually, which the pepper is happy to do, much to Maurice's frustration.

The Vigilante: Met Maurice during filming of The Noise's "Swap Mode" movie. He does NOT like him. He actually feels bad for Peppino; it must truly suck to have such an immoral piece of cow dung for a family member. Apparently the guy conned his own granny out of thousands of dollars! The Vigilante keeps a very close eye on Maurice the whole time they're around each other. Maurice feels his sins crawling on his back the whole time.

The Noise: He's generally neutral towards Maurice. He thinks all the mean things Maurice says about Peppino are funny. It's when Maurice starts spouting racist rhetoric he's like, "DUDE" and rendered completely speechless because... well, he's never heard Peppino talk like that, so where'd his fucking brother get it from!? Anyway... The Noise only hangs around Maurice if he needs him for something, like annoying Peppino. Maurice has tried befriending The Noise, inviting him to hang out, but The Noise isn't interested in being friends with a racist prick. He does, however, want to remain on Maurice's good side in case he needs him, so he just makes up excuses about being too busy.

Noisette: Noisette is not the kind of person who hates people easily. She tries to see the good in everyone. However, she sees no good in Maurice. She hates him, openly, and without regret. She hates the mean things he says about Peppino. All the bigoted, ignorant blather he spews. How he once assaulted an innocent laundromat worker and called her a bitch just because she told him he couldn't pay to do laundry using nickels. Noisette growls like a rabid dog whenever Maurice is around. Maurice is (rightfully) terrified of Noisette...

Fake Peppino: Our favorite frog man met Maurice during filming The Noise's "Swap Mode" movie... he doesn't like him at all. Maurice is loud, mean, and generally unpleasant. When they were filming Swap Mode's Fake Peppino boss fight, Fake Peppino actually tried to kill Maurice. The Noise had to step in and scare Fake Peppino off. Fake Peppino had to pretend he was simply getting a little too into his role instead of trying to actively hunt down Maurice. Playing dumb. Playing pretend... and sneaking a hiss or growl in Maurice's direction when no one else is looking. Maurice is absolutely terrified.

Pizzahead: Met Maurice during the "Swap Mode" movie. Holy mozzarella sticks, this schmuck is Peppino's brother!? And he... bullies Peppino? WHAT THE FUCK, THAT'S HIS JOB!! Pizzahead acts polite and even friendly towards Maurice at first, but as soon as they're alone together, he very calmly threatens Maurice's life, telling him to leave Peppino alone or else, all with a big, unnerving smile on his face. Maurice practically pisses himself in fear as he's forced to agree... for now...

Pillar John: Met Maurice during filming of "Swap Mode". Decided he absolutely did not like him, judging him for every hateful word that came out of his mouth. Fortunately, Maurice is so terrified of Pillar John's sheer size and strength, he doesn't pull his usual bullshit with the big guy.

Gerome: Met Maurice during filming of "Swap Mode". Gerome doesn't like Maurice at all, but he's not too bothered by his presence. In fact, he completely manages to ignore him. Maurice is insulted, but he's not about to talk shit about Pillar John's brother...

[oh-katsuki]

OOOOOH OKAY OKAY OKAY

How about Tsukki + enemies or rivals to lovers + there’s only one bed?

only one bed trope...... smirks. side note but i think tsukishima is MAAADEEE for enemies/rivals to lovers. like seriously he just... it WORKS with him. i need him.

cw: it's an almost HATE FUCK (they don't fuck), heavy makeout, mentions of painful biting, tsukishima says some shitty things abt reader's past sexual endeavors, idk they grind a little

"you know, if you'd just fucking move over, we'd have more room," you spit at him, kicking his leg beneath the covers.

"you mean you'd have more room," he corrects, rolling his eyes and turning to face away from you.

poor planning is an unfortunate thing, even more so when it directly inconveniences you. that's what led to this situation, poor planning.

you and tsukishima are both involved in your university's respective sports division. kei plays on the volleyball team and you are on the cheer team. it's not often that your team gets sent on their away games to cheer, but this is the semi-finals and the university saw fit to send you all to stand and cheer court side.

if you had your way, you'd be miles away right now, probably fucking around with someone on the baseball team. but no. instead, you're sat next to the one person on this earth who genuinely makes you hateful, and you wouldn't call yourself a hateful person by any means.

arrogant, self-involved, and snarky beyond belief, tsukishima kei is the worst person you've ever met. you're certain that he'd say the same thing about you and for once, you don't mind that he thinks you're probably a slutty, selfish, bitch. funniest thing about it is that he also happens to be in your major and the two of you constantly remain tied for top of the class.

you'd like to say that it was the school that fucked up. you'd like to say that they happened to accidentally put you and tsukishima in a room with just one bed, but that's not true. the truth of it is that the two of you just happened to be stupid enough to miss the bus and, after spending a day catching the odd bus to get closer to sendai, have ended up stranded in a middle of bum fuck nowhere inn with one single room and a western style full sized bed.

"why don't you sleep on the floor?" you snap.

you hear tsukishima sigh behind you, feeling the press of his back against yours as it expands, "because then i'd be uncomfortable?"

"ya know, shouldn't protecting my decency come before comfort?" you retort, speaking over your shoulder.

you feel him sit up, rolling so that he's propped up on his elbow and facing you. when you turn, it places you face to face with his chest. you can smell his deodorant on him and he's so close that you're certain he can feel your breath on him.

"i think it might be a little late to protect your decency," he snaps, wrinkling his nose and twisting his face into a nasty expression. "shouldn't you have some left to do that?"

you scowl at him, rolling your eyes. "asshole."

"so you've mentioned."

you both lay down facing the ceiling. your shoulders are pressed deeply into each other and his warmth bleeds into the points of contact like water. every time he inhales, you feel it and it spurs you to do the same until your breathing is synced up.

"why'd you have to miss the bus too," he sighs, putting his hand over his face.

"i could say the same thing," you huff.

"yeah, i bet you can't fuckin' stand being here right now, right?" he sits up again, sneering. "too fuckin' pretty and popular to be sharing a bed, yeah?"

"shut up," you warn.

"bet you'd rather be with those baseball dickheads you fuck so often."

"shut up, kei," his tongue has always been sharp, but he's seriously pissing you off. not that you regret anything you've done.

"you fucked your way through all of them yet?"

you sit up, indignant at what he's saying.

"you paying that much attention to my sex life, tsukishima?" you sneer back, narrowing your eyes. "you like thinking about who i fuck like a pervert?"

you tilt your head as he presses his lips into a line.

"come on, tell me," you press venomously, chest to chest with him. "you think about how i spread my legs for them? touch yourself wishing it was you? get fucking real, kei. you only hate me because you want to fuck me that badly."

you're face to face with him now and you can feel his breath across your face. his chest heaves with anger, as does yours and the obscene words you've just said. then, you kiss him.

he immediately starts kissing you back, hands coming up to rest on against your hips. he bites at you first, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip and you laugh at the display, tugging at his shirt to get him to take it off.

there's a desperate hunger inside of you, clawing to feel his skin, to feel the warmth of it pressed against you. you hate him so badly that touching him almost hurts. it makes you want to scream in the best possible way. you want to make him cry, to see him crumble under your fingertips. there's this terrible desire to consume him entirely.

when his chest is exposed, you quickly pull yourself over his hips to straddle him, letting him sit up to meet you halfway. the expanse of his chest presses against yours and you groan under it's warmth, rolling your hips to sate the desperation rising in you. kei grows hard underneath you, pressing against your inner thigh as he drags his tongue down your neck and bites hard on your shoulder. you yelp, laughing to yourself. who'd have thought kei had it in him.

"was i right?" you tease angrily, pushing him backward hard enough that he bounces. "you think about me fucking all those other guys and wish it was you, kei?"

you tongue down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, which heaves harder the lower you get. under your chest, you feel his cock stir.

"i fucking hate you," he grits his teeth, color painting his cheeks.

"yeah?" you say, pressing your mouth to his bulge. "well, i can't fuckin' stand you either."

[popcat69]

Hi I like your work and I was wondering if you could write rise Raph x reader, like the reader is really sweet and loving but the minute someone is being rude to Raph, the reader is all sassy and insulting that person until they apologize to Raph.

Stay safe and stay hydrated

warning: swearing

notes: ong my insults are very weird. not sure how i feel about this

When you guys started dating he was so shy? 

I guess? idk what's the word

You can literally smell his worry stink from a mile

Does he have a flustered stink?

You try to find out

He does

Y'all are literally sweeter than sugar

Donnies gagging in the background

Always giving gifts to him

Mostly plushies

But like the small cubby ones

No rabbits

He’s made that clear

He’s protected you from danger so many times

In dept honestly

Seeing him in action makes you feel interesting

“Are you ok!?”

“I don't think i’ve ever been more attracted to you”

“HUH?!”

So sweet

Always laying together in bed 

Loves playing with your hair

You don't let anyone say anything about him

“Why are you dating a turtle?”

“Why not?”

“Ew”

“At least he can get a partner AND treats them amazing”

Loves you

Loves going on walks with you in the yokai city

BUT there was this one time

“Excuse me can you not walk here you're scaring my kid”

“O-oh sorry!”

You give him a look

“Miss your kid is literally sleeping in your stroller”

“Well they’ll be frightened when they wake up!”

Your looking at this woman like what is she on?

“Not our problem”

“Excuse you!” she yells as she grabs Raphs arm as you try to walk off with Him and you turn around to face her. you looking furious

“Keep your crippled disgusting hands to yourself. Fucking Bitch.”

Raph literally has to drag you away from her 

“Maybe you could have said it nicer?”

“Maybe i could have *CENSORED* ”

“Umm lets not, please”

Never want to make u angry

Has seen your pissed off side and never wants to experience it

but still always loves you

[onlyvrse]

great balls of fire!

“rooster! who’s the pretty lady?”

“my girlfriend, actually.”

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x female!reader

genre: fluff, smut, crack? kind of idk phoenix and bob banter

summary: in which your boyfriend, bradley finally takes you to meet his fellow top gun aviators, the ones that he tolerates, at least. 

warnings: explicit language, smut, unprotected sex (not recommended), dirty talk, oral m! and f! receiving, mild degrading, bradley has a bit of a title kink, also a needy boy, soft!dom bradley

a/n: always in lower caps :) your honour i am deeply in love with this man. um, first time writing smut lol don’t be mean if it’s bad, all i have to go off are the ones that i’ve read pfff. also i have no idea how to pace fanfics, so there u go. it's also like a good 2.3k words before the smut tho.

also i usually go back over my fics to proofread/add anything if i think something’s off with the pacing. so if you notice any changes that’d be why :)

word count: 3.7k

written listening to: great balls of fire - live by miles teller + love is a bitch by two feet bc.. yk

this is purely a work of fiction

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you were situated in-front of the mirror of your shared bedroom, smoothing out lines that weren’t even present on your dress; you watch as the tall man behind you suddenly wraps his arms around your waist. “baby,” he mumbles, kissing along your shoulder towards your neck. “hi, roos.” you coo, letting your hands find his hair and tangling your fingers in his dark locks. “y’look good.” he compliments, muffled by his face being buried in the crook of your neck. spinning around to face him, rubbing your hands up and down his large arms, “do i now?” you inquire, and you laugh as his hand meets your ass swiftly before he envelops you in a kiss, taking you by surprise for a second time. you hum before kissing him back, your hands now on both sides of his face as he deepens the kiss, letting his tongue inside your mouth as he groans softly, hands dancing along the small of your back. you pull away, letting your forehead rest against his, “roos, we’re gonna be late, baby.” he grunts in defiance, kissing you again before lifting you up- and instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist as your lips crash against each other again as he kisses you desperately, his teeth tugging against your bottom lip. “roos,” you mewl, “hm?” he asks, planting open-mouthed kisses down your jaw to your neck. “roos! we’re gonna be late.” you state again, and he sighs deeply before letting you down, muttering a “fiiiineee,” as he lets his head hang down like a child in defeat.

you giggle at his antics, looking back in the mirror as you see your dress has hiked up over your underwear, another harsh smack meeting your ass before you can pull the hem down. 

“bradley!”

you hear his laughter reverberate down the hallway, smiling to yourself as you fix your appearance for hopefully, the final time.

the drive there is short, much shorter than expected- actually. you had no idea the hard deck was so close to your shared home. bradley lets himself out before jogging to your side of the car, opening the door for you and extending a hand “ma’am,” he says proudly, shit-eating-grin on his face as you take his hand, “lieutenant.” and you watch as he stiffens up, closing the car door before pinning you against it, “c’mon you can’t do that to me, you know what that does to me darlin’, ‘s not too late to go home y’know?” he states, letting his head fall to your shoulder- his breathing heavier, you giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck, before ducking and slipping out from under his arms and heading to the door, you hear a defeated groan from behind you before the sound of the car locking soon after. 

the sound of music erupts from the bar, chatter and laughter lingering in the air along with the smell of alcohol and sweat. weird mixture, but it was a bar after all. you spot the group of who you assume to be who your boyfriend was intending on introducing you to, watching as a blonde man in uniform gets three bullseyes in a row, even if on the last shot his eyes are covered by the darker man next to him. bradley isn’t far behind you, his hand resting on the small of your back as he finally catches up, “you’re gonna regret that when we get home.” “fine by me, lieutenant.” “you little-”

“rooster!” a voice calls out, and you both turn your heads into the direction it's coming from, a female with dark hair styled into a really neat bun, holy shit, how is it that neat? “phoenix,” rooster smiles, but her hand collides with his stomach and he leans forward, clutching at it, “that’s for earlier today.” he winces and your hands land on his back, rubbing soft circles on it as you bite your lip in attempts not to laugh. “oh, fuck! you’re y/n!” you nod, finally letting your laughter get the best of you as you pat your boyfriends back, watching as he straightens up to his full height again. “you’re great at first impressions, trace.” your boyfriend remarks, “you know it!” she chirps in return, your eyes wandering to the litter of badges on her shirt. “now! how in the hell, did rooster get you?” she says, nudging your boyfriends arm as his cheeks seem to turn a dark red. he shrugs coyly as he pushes his aviators up the bridge of his nose “the navy pilot charm.” phoenix sputters out into laughter, “yeah alright, bradshaw, calm it down she’s all yours. he doesn’t shut up about you, by the way,” she says, her laughter slowly subsiding. “oh? is that so bradley?” he bites the inside of his cheek at your question, nodding as you make eye contact with him, “good things i hope,” you continue, smiling at the girl before you two. “oh always, y/n this, y/n that, he adores you, maybe a tad bit too much.” she laughs, sharing a knowing look between the two of you as you tip toe to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“c’mon! let’s get you lovebirds some drinks.”

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you get to know phoenix over a few beers, bob joining you with a can of coke as your boyfriend opts for just a glass of bourbon as he’s to drive you both home at the end of the night. “god, that’s how you two met? who knew bradshaw was such a romantic?” “yeah, yeah, guess i’m not taking it to the grave anymore” he remarks, planting a kiss to the top of your head before finishing off the last of his drink. phoenix leans in closer, “has he sung to you?” you take a second to relish the question, eyes squinting in confusion as she looks at you in disbelief. “rooster! you’ve serenaded this bar countless times but you’ve never sung to your own girlfriend! get fucked!” she exclaims, punching his arm lightly as you look up at him, “in my defence, we don’t own a piano. or a guitar, or any instrument, in fact.” “you can sing?” “yes ma’am.” he states proudly, smiling at you as he rubs your arm, “c’mere,” he mumbles, pulling you in for a deep kiss as phoenix playfully covers bob’s eyes from the sight, his hands quick to swat hers away, “i'm not a child,” he mutters under his breath, shoving a few more peanuts into his mouth as all three of you laugh. “why’ve you never sung to me, roos?” you question, a playful lilt in your voice as you place your hand on his chest. he scratches the back of his neck, “shy?” he sounds like he’s asking himself and you giggle. 

“rooster! who's the pretty lady?” a booming voice interrupts your laughter, causing you and bradley to turn to the blonde man you had seen before playing darts. 

“my girlfriend, actually.” 

“as i live and breathe, bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, has a girlfriend!” he exclaims, almost shocked. you roll your eyes at the remark, not bothering to be polite to the man in-front of you. “she’s got an attitude i'll tell you that, bradshaw. are you truly content with him, sweetheart? i am pretty good myself, very good, in fact.” you fake-smile at him before downing the rest of your beer, “dunno, they do call him rooster, s’gotta be for a reason right? ‘m pretty sure i know why. thanks for your concern, ken doll. but i'm more than content with roos, very content, in fact.” phoenix stares at you in disbelief, as does your boyfriend, mouth ajar at the comment you’d just made to the aviator standing before you. he rubs a hand over his mouth, mostly to stop himself from laughing as he waits for hangman to continue, “ahem- well. the little lady said it ‘erself. i’ll leave you be.” he says, voice quieting down towards the end of his sentence as he raises his beer to the four of you, he doesn’t walkaway without flashing you a million dollar smile and a wink, though. “what was that?” bradley asks, spinning you around to face him, “what was what?” you ask innocently as his hand rests under your chin. “fuck, i love you.” he says endearingly before kissing you, hard. “mm, i love you too.” you hum.

“guys, bob is still here!” “shut up phoenix!”

you giggle as you pull away, watching phoenix try not to lose her shit at bob complaining about him being the ‘baby of the group’ when he’s one of the best weapon systems officers that topgun’s ever seen. “okay! okay, okay, bob, robert floyd, i deeply apologise.” phoenix says between laboured breaths, trying her best not to laugh again, her hand on her heart as he throws a peanut at her. 

your boyfriend shifts from his spot standing behind you, and you quip an eyebrow at him. “c’mere.” he says, holding his hand out for you to grab, which you do- gladly. 

you follow him to the jukebox, still confused as he reaches for the plug, pulling it from the wall. you gasp as the bar around you erupts into complaint, “roos? what’re you-” “shh, shh, c’mere, trust me.” he says, hand still in yours as he leads you towards the old stand-up piano in the middle of the bar. he sits on the stool, patting his thigh for you to sit as he lets his fingers seemingly dance along the keys, playing what to you, looked like random notes, but sounded like pure bliss. you look around as phoenix, bob, and two other men unknown to you join on the right side of the piano, you raise an eyebrow at phoenix as she mouths “just wait for it.”

four consecutive chords play.

“you shake my nerves ‘nd you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane,”

you giggle as he begins to sing, watching as he pushes his aviators up onto his face again properly. he’s unashamedly, bashfully himself. you watch the veins in his neck protrude as the people around you begin to recognise the song, and you do too. you remember the late nights of him talking about a vague memory of being sat on the top of a piano when he was younger, his father, mother and maverick singing along with his dads playing.

“you broke my will! oh, what a thrill! goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

the mix of the four people next to the piano is the loudest, but you can hear the mix of everyone else in the bar’s voices singing along to your boyfriend’s rendition of the old song. your laughter never ceases, watching the man in-front of you sing his heart out, smiling beautifully as he’s doing so. 

“kiss me baby!” 

you do, and he fake shudders.

“ooh, that feels good baby.”

you laugh, loudly, throwing your head back as you toy with the hairs on the back of his neck as he continues to play.

“i wanna love you like a lover should,” he winks at you, “you’re fine! y’so kind! i’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

this was the man you fell in love with, hawaiian shirt and all, having just pulled the plug from a jukebox in a packed bar and made the two of you the centre of attention. you wouldn’t have it any other way. you laughter never ceases, joining your boyfriend in the lyrics you’d picked up on as he smiles at you, bobbing his head along with the song.

“i chew my nails ‘nd i twiddle my thumbs, i get nervous but it sure is fun, c’mon baby! you’re driving me crazy! goodness gracious great balls of fire!”

you hear phoenix, bob and the other two men howl as he breaks into a piano solo, dragging his fingers along the old ivory keys so effortlessly- you fall more in love with him, if that’s even possible. he sings another verse, you attempting to sing a long but get interrupted by your own bashful laughter, planting numerous kisses on his cheek and forehead. 

“goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

he finishes off with four chords, motioning for you to stand as the bar begins to chant his name.

“rooster! rooster! rooster! rooster!”

he brings you close, now standing with you, spinning you around before dipping you and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. the bar erupts into howls, entertained by the little show he’d put on. he bows, fixing his aviators again before he throws you over his shoulder, making sure to hold the hem of your dress down so no one else sees what's for his eyes only. “rooster!” you yelp, laughing as you make eye contact with phoenix and bob. the two salute you away jokingly as bradley begins to walk the two of you out of the bar. “hangman,” your boyfriend nods, and you lift your head to look at the defeated blonde man nodding back at him as you’re being carried away. 

your feet touch the ground once you’ve exited the bar, your back against the bronco you’d arrived in as your boyfriend is quick to plant kisses along your neck, “roos,” you sigh, hands reaching up to grab at his hair, you pull slightly as his tongue flicks over your weak point, he groans before kissing you, opening your mouth to let him in as his hands feverishly dance along your body, grabbing at every inch of you that he can. “roos.” you say through heavy breaths, “yes, darlin’?”

“take me to bed or lose me forever.”

he beams instantly. “yes ma’am.”

he’s quick to start up the bronco, and your hands are all over him the drive home.

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he parks swiftly in the driveway, and you let your hands linger over the tent in his denim pants, giggling at how he reacts to your touch. you palm him through his jeans, relishing in the noises he makes as his head is thrown back against the seat, “please, baby,” he groans, and who are you to deny? you’re quick to unbuckle his jeans, teasing him through his boxers as a choked moan leaves him “stop teasing, doll.” he whispers, hands coming to bundle your hair into a makeshift pony tail as you let his cock spring free, hitting his abdomen as you do so. as soon as your tongue makes contact with the tip, his hips buck into your mouth, you place a hand on his firm thigh. “easy, lieutenant.” you warn, before taking him entirely, he moans out a “fuck,” as you continue to bob your head up and down his length, tracing your tongue against the prominent veins, heavy panting coming from the man above you. you take your time before teasing the tip of his cock, licking at the slit delicately and you feel his thighs tense under your hand, trying not to thrust up into your mouth again. he lets your hair go before lifting your head by your chin, kissing you softly, tucking himself back into his pants before speaking.

“s’enough, baby- wanna be inside you.”

as soon as you two are out of the car, your back is pinned to your front door, bradley is kissing you like you’re the only thing he knows- which in this moment, is more than true. “you taste like bourbon, roos,” you giggle, holding him tighter, “’nd i wanna taste you,” he gruffs, kissing you hungrily, fumbling for the keys in his hand as he unlocks the door, miraculously, without taking his lips off of you. as soon as the door is closed behind you, your feet are off the ground and wrapped around his waist, his hand behind your head in case he runs into anything in his lustful state. 

you’re thrown onto the bed, watching as your boyfriend quickly strips himself of his shirt and jeans, leaving him clad in boxers as he chuckles softy watching you marvel at his physique, “y’so pretty, roos.” your voice comes out in barely a whisper. it’s not long before he’s hovering over you, peppering kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, delicately helping you out of your tight dress, throwing it somewhere in the dark room, leaving you in just lacy black underwear. “’nd so are you, my love.” you whimper at the comment, moreso at the sudden contact of his lips against your lower stomach. he’s kissing at your hips, your inner thighs anywhere but where you need him most. “roos,” you somehow manage to get out a strangled moan, “yes, darlin’?” “stop being gentle.” he raises his head from between your legs before sending you a goofy grin, “yes ma’am.” 

before you have a second to process, his fingers have hooked your underwear to the side and he’s lapping at your cunt like a man starved. your hands reach for his hair tugging as you grind against his face for more friction, letting out breathy whimpers. “s’good for me, baby” he mumbles into your heat, and the vibrations send shivers throughout your body. he sucks at your clit harshly and it causes your back to arch in response, letting out a choked moan of “fuck, jus’ like that lieutenant,” which causes him to grind against the bed, moaning at the name as he’s desperate for any sort of friction. it’s not long before you feel the knot in your stomach building up, yearning for release, “m’close, roos.” you breathe out, and you gasp when a finger enters your hole, followed by another one soon after. “fuck, rooster!” you cry out, back arching violently off of the bed as you chase your high that came much faster than anticipated. “c’mon baby, i've got you.” he says, never relenting in his pace as your thighs begin to tremble, closing in around his head, he prevents this with a harsh grip on your right thigh. your orgasm ripples through you euphorically, crying out a chant of his name as he guides you through your high. 

he’s kissing your neck now, biting, sucking, licking- doing everything he can to make a mark on you, let everyone know that you’re his, and his only. your hands are tangled in his hair, pulling every time he sucks or licks at your sweet spot. “when’re you gonna fuck me, lieutenant?” you whimper out, and he halts his movements completely before flipping you onto your stomach, and practically ripping your underwear off of you. you yelp at the sudden movement change, his hands grabbing at your hips to pull you against flush against his erect cock, you don’t know when he had the time to strip out of his boxers, and you barely have time to process yet again as you scream when he bottoms out inside of you, a deep groan coming from behind you as you let your head fall to the mattress as he ruts into you at an ungodly pace. the feeling never fails to take you by surprise, no matter how long he spends prepping you, it’s always the same blissful stretch. “always s’tight, baby. this what you wanted, doll?” he mutters from behind you, grabbing at your hair to create another makeshift pony tail. “asked you a question, doll. or are ya’ too cockdumb to speak?” he pulls you flush against him, your back arching at an angle that shouldn’t be possible. “y-yes, fuck- wanted this s’bad roos.” you stutter out, mind going blank as his thick length stuffs you full. “good girl,” he praises, placing kisses down your spine as he hammers into you, with no sign of stopping. “always s’pretty when you’re like this, baby.” he coos, letting go of your hair, a hand placed on the small of your back as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly. you’re barely able to speak, mouth ajar and eyes rolling into the back of your head as he hit a spot inside you that you didn’t even know existed before you’d met him. you hear a low chuckle from behind you, “gettin’ fucked so good you can’t even speak, huh?” he asks, a smack meeting your ass as you yelp in response, mumbling a weak and stuttered “yes” through your constant moans. his hips smacking into your ass as the sounds that fill the room are full of skin-slapping and laboured moans and whimpers. 

“m’gonna cum again, roos, shit-” your sentence is cut short from the second orgasm taking you by surprise, your body going limp, expecting to fall but bradley’s free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him once more. your walls suck him in and his pace begins to falter, groaning lowly as you clench and spasm around him. “m’with you baby, gonna fill you up, takin’ me so well.” you moan at the comment, grabbing for his hand that’s wrapped around your waist as he finishes with a few more deep thrusts, making sure to get every last bit of it inside you. 

you both collapse onto the bed, he kisses your temple, “always s’good for me, baby.” “back at you, lieutenant.” you giggle as he pulls out, smacking your ass before he struts to the bathroom, your laughter doesn't cease as you watch him back his ass out of the bathroom door, giving you a little show before bringing back a damp towel. “here, ‘lemme clean you up.” he flips you over, watching his seed drip out of your swollen cunt, you gasp when he puts a finger inside of you again, “roos!” you cry out, “m’sensitive.” he kisses your belly, “sorry baby, couldn’t help it.” he laughs, cleaning you off and him as well before returning the towel to the bathroom.

when he returns you’re already bundled up in the covers, eyes fluttering shut. you notice his presence, and open up the covers so he can slip in beside you. you hum, climbing into his embrace, your head resting on top of his chest- listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. he traces his fingers along your back, drawing patterns you can’t make out. he starts softly humming a song you don’t know, and you snuggle in closer, kissing his chest before letting your eyes close- smiling to yourself as you let yourself fall asleep to the sound of boyfriends gentle humming.

you make a mental note to buy your boyfriend a piano.

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[sribbles-drabbles]

Hey it’s me again. Can you write about Trey , Malleus, Leona, Vill , Floyd and Jade partner getting there period or getting a hour long bloody nose and have their partners brothers either be Azul and Epel.

Hey!! Thanks for the request!! Unfortunately, I don’t write for the TWST Minors, so I’m going to skip over the Tweels.

Trey, Malleus, Leona, Vil, and Cater x heavy bleeder!GN! Reader

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♣️Trey♣️

Oh no-

Are you ok??? Your face-

He’s so concerned that you, Ace, and Deuce did something stupid and possibly pissed the wrong person off.

When you told him the only thing you fought was a door…and you lost…he’s relived but also more concerned and ever that he can’t leave you out of his sights for a SECOND

Makes you food that’s high in iron and some of your favorite sweets for desert, he doesn’t know how much blood you lost, but still a good idea to keep your iron and sugar high

Even if your totally fine he’ll tell you to lay down

He’s just a concerned man. He’s SO stressed.

Honestly one of the least panicked, but still concerned for your general health.

“No, you’re staying here, and you’re gonna like it. Ace and Deuce’s dumb ideas can wait, you’re mine for now.”

💚Malleus💚

He starts SOBBING

Smells blood, and thinks your dying

“Ch-Child of MAN I’M SORRY FOR INJURING YOU-”

You’ll have to go get Lilia and both sit down Malleus to explain a menstrual cycle

Once he learns what it is? Oh boy.

He’s so curious and will ask you all the uncomfortable questions. All about pregnancy, and such.

He’s also even more princely when you’re in your period, because he sees it as a challenge to prove that he’ll be an excellent husband in the future.

Chocolate? Gotchu. Need him to take notes for you on a particularly rough day? He’s there even if he isn’t IN THAT CLASS-

In short, he’s GREAT

“It was no trouble my dear, honestly. It’s my honor to be of service to you, as it allows me to show you all my love.”

🦁Leona🦁

Rip u ig

Smells the blood a mile away, whether you be in the bathroom or simply cuddling next to him while during that time of the month

Honestly I think his instincts would make him alot more clingy. Sent of blood either means a partner in heat or someone who’s injured or ill

Thus any of those things make him want to keep you stationary and to himself

He orders Ruggie to get you anything you want, and demands you nap with him more often, especially if you had a bloody nose and lost a-lot of blood

Stand up too fast and are about to go down? Leona catches you, grumbles about, it then moves on.

Very possessive during this time. Ruggie and Grim and such are fine to be around you, but not people like Jack, Ace, or Deuce.

“Lay your ass down before you pass out again. You hit the floor, and i’m leaving you there to your own devices, you here me herbivore?”

🍎Vil🍎

You’re getting blood all over the floor—

NO DON’T USE YOUR SLEEVE TO STOP YOUR NOSE FROM BLEEDING THAT ONLY ANGERS HIM MORE—

Will lead you to the bathroom, have you strip and stand in the shower.

Then gives you tissue to stop the bleeding as you sit in the base of the shower.

Once your done, he’s making you shower as he washes your clothes and makes sure Rook got the stain out of whatever you bled on.

Much more understanding of menstrual blood, and will give you a diet high in iron and sugars.

Definitely that bitch who has your cycle mapped out on his phone, and has your perfect diet and routine planned for it.

“Make sure you eat all of it. I portioned it perfectly to give you all of the nutrients and minerals you need, especially with all that blood-loss.”

♦️Cater♦️

Concern-

You GOOD fam????

That’s alot of red….

And now he’s puking.

I hc Cater is kinda squeamish. But not in the “i’m gonna pass out even at the site of fake blood” kinda way, more like the “i’m gonna hurl only if I see and SMELL real blood” kinda way.

Like it’s the iron smell that REALLY gets him. And he’ll stay conscious…he’ll just have his head in a trashcan as he tosses up breakfast.

He tries to help, he REALLY DOES but like, t just makes him feel so ill.

So if you’re prone to bloody noses, maybe…give him fair warning and turn to your friends while bleeding.

Absolutely sweetie with aftercare though!! Much like Trey, he’ll brings you snacks and stuff if you needed it.

Much better with menstrual bleeding, as he has to elder sisters, and he can’t see or smell that blood.

“Hey babe…I..OH MY SEVEN-I…I GOTTA GO-”

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Ugh

TWEEK: Fuck

TWEEK: Of course he wanted to meet me HERE of all places

TWEEK: Big spooky forest were he could potentially mug and murder me

TWEEK: Great

TWEEK: Fucking

TWEEK: Fantastic

TWEEK: HEY!!

TWEEK: GET OUTTA HERE OMINOUS FIGURE!!

TWEEK: YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PUDDIN!!

???:  ╤ ╝╤: …

TWEEK: YEAH YOU!!! I'M TALKING TO YOU!!

TWEEK: GET LOST!! TWEEK: I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PUDDIN!! TWEEK: FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!

TWEEK: Whuh-

TWEEK: Oh

TWEEK: There  you are 

PIP: Yeah, I'm here  bitch

TWEEK: Why did you wanna meet me here anyway?

TWEEK: You want to fucking kill me or something?

PIP: No?

TWEEK: Oh what a surprise

PIP: Shut the fuck up PIP: Get over here PIP: I don't want to be seen getting shouted at by a deformed looking sewer rat

TWEEK: Rude…

TWEEK: Alright fine

TWEEK: I'm coming you fucking brit..

PIP: I hope you die tripping over a stick on your way over

TWEEK: Why do you hate us so much?

PIP: Pardon?

TWEEK: Don’t act dumb!

TWEEK: All you’ve done since you’ve gotten to Hell was bitch at and berate us!

TWEEK: And STOP walking around with all your demon shit! 

TWEEK: YOU’RE GONNA GET US KILLED!

PIP: We can't die, moron

PIP: Didn't you say that to Thomas already?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Estella's safety psas fucked me up worse than I thought

PIP: Anywhom

PIP: I wanted to meet up with you for a one on one 

TWEEK: A what

PIP: A one on one

PIP: Where we just

PIP: Talk?

PIP: Have you never  had a one to one conversation with someone before you sentient block of fermented cheese?

TWEEK: No?

TWEEK: And also

TWEEK: Don’t call me that

PIP: You smell of shitstain and dogwater 

PIP: Have you been hanging out with Clyde?

TWEEK: What?

TWEEK: NO!

PIP: Don’t act with me

PIP: I can smell him from a mile away

PIP: Please don't say you're catching feelings for that tone deaf scene kid uncle fucker

TWEEK: I…

TWEEK: I mean…

TWEEK: Maybe a little?

PIP: Ohhhh lord, see me through this

TWEEK: His nightcore playlist is actually really good!!

PIP: He doesn't wipe his ASS. TWEEK.

TWEEK: It's not that big of a deal!

PIP: YES IT IS!

TWEEK: He’s really sweet..

TWEEK: I can excuse an unclean ass

PIP: I'm going to vomit all over your jacket, that is disgusting.

TWEEK: He really isn't as bad as people say he is!

PIP: He is an unwashed manchild

PIP: And it's rubbing off on you  too

PIP: God, I can smell the fact your music taste has worsened

PIP: ( sniff sniff  )  Nope

PIP: That's just fermented pudding on your head

TWEEK: I like puddin :D 

PIP: Come on

TWEEK: What?

TWEEK: Where are we going???

PIP: To the laundromat

PIP: The laundromat

PIP: So we can wash the fucking stench of nightcore and cringe off of you

PIP: Come now

PIP: We can’t bring you back to the others smelling like a gamer stuck to their sofa

TWEEK: I don't understand…

TWEEK: What even is a laundro… laun…. laundre….. laun….

TWEEK: AGHHH!!

TWEEK: WHATEVER YOU SAID!!!

PIP: Laundromat you poor

PIP: Stinky

PIP: Stupid

PIP: Summer child

TWEEK: ????

PIP: It's a place where you wash your nasty clothes

TWEEK: What???

TWEEK: You can just???

TWEEK: DO THAT???

PIP: Yes, yes, my dumpster dwelling nuisance, you can do that!

TWEEK: UNHOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!

TWEEK: I CAN JUST LIKE

TWEEK: THROW MY CLOTHES IN THERE??? TWEEK: AND THEY COME OUT CLEAN???

PIP: Not exactly…

PIP: You have to put them into a machine

PIP: The machines do all the work FOR you

PIP: Because, well, 

PIP: Most are too incompetent to do something as simple as washing their clothes

TWEEK: WOAHHH

TWEEK: UNHOLY

TWEEK: TAKE ME INTO THE LAUNDRY MATE RIGHT NOW

PIP: ….

PIP: The

PIP: …

PIP: The what ?

TWEEK: The

TWEEK: The laundry mate

PIP: That

PIP: No

PIP: That's not what it's called

PIP: It's laundromat

PIP: Say it with me

PIP: Laun

TWEEK: Laun

PIP: Dro

TWEEK: Dro

PIP: Mat

TWEEK: Mat

PIP: Okay, now say it faster

PIP: Laun

TWEEK: Laun

PIP: Dro

TWEEK: Dro

PIP: Mat

TWEEK: Mat

PIP: Laundromat!

TWEEK: Lawn dre mat!

PIP: …

PIP: Why do I even bother

TWEEK: What?? What did I say??

PIP: I swear to god Tweek, when we get inside that fucking laundromat I will shove you into the fucking washing machine and watch you DROWN

TWEEK: What?

PIP: You heard me you incompetent fucking POKÉMON 

PIP: Come here. Now.

TWEEK: Eeeeeehhhhh

TWEEK: Eeeeeggehhhh

TWEEK: Eeegrrrhhghhh

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: Do I get 

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Do…

TWEEK: Do I…

TWEEK: Do I get a…

TWEEK: Do I get a puddin’ out of it?

PIP: …

PIP: Are you

PIP: SHITTING ME??

PIP: ….

PIP: Of course!

TWEEK: Really???

TWEEK: I get a puddin’???

PIP: No.

TWEEK: Awhhh… 

PIP: I'll shove your corpse into the dryer when i'm done with it

TWEEK: ….What did you say?

PIP: I will watch you cough up fucking bubbles

PIP: You get no pudding

PIP: I hope you die

TWEEK: ( Crying )

PIP: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BAKUGOU CLONE

TWEEK: ( Uglier crying ) PIP: UGHHHH

PIP: FIIIIIINE PIP: I'LL GET YOU YOUR FUCKING PUDDING AT DENNY'S PIP: WILL YOU STOP CRYING NOW?!?!?

TWEEK: ( Gasp )

TWEEK: YAY!! PUDDIN!!

PIP: You can even dumpster dive for it like the rat  you are

TWEEK: YIPPIEEE!!

(Edits by @pissblanket)

[blorbocedes]

Goldilocks: can we talk?

Lewis has been waiting for this text since he went jogging in the morning. His new friends would clown on him for going back, they don't get it, why Lewis goes back every time. Lewis just mumbles, 'That's my best friend, man.'

Lewis waits outside Nico's apartment complex, the guards all know him -- let him in easily, and the concierge rings up the elevator for him.

"Lewis," Nico breathes, opening the door. His hair is artfully tousled, and his white linen shirt is unbuttoned obscenely low, barefeet on his marble floors. "I didn't think you'd come."

When have I ever not? Lewis thinks, sullenly. Nico calls, and Lewis comes -- that's how they work.

"Man, you can't pull that shit that you did--" Lewis brings up the previous night but is interrupted by Nico.

"I went too far, I agree." Nico makes an approximation of looking contrite, failing. He curls up like a cat on the leather sofa, giving Lewis no choice but to sit beside him.

Nico had called, distraught, voice high pitched and whining -- a million miles an hour, and no substance abuse that caused it. How much he hates his university, he hates his professors, something about a grading dispute that Lewis couldn't be arsed to follow, then begging him to come over.

Lewis, who'd been out drinking with his friends, a free week between races, was jostled by them asking who called, if it was his ~girlfriend~ they'd hollered.

"It's just --" Lewis paused, "A buddy of mine. Fuck off." He'd shoved them off, all of them on whiskey and rum on Lewis' card.

"A buddy." Nico's voice had turned ice cold, and even tipsy Lewis knew this would blow up in his face, way bigger than it needs to be.

Sure enough, Nico had hissed, "No one cares if you're gay in Monaco, Lewis. Those friends of yours only care you're a bigshot racing driver paying for their crap."

The Nico in front of him has none of that nasty snarl to his voice, he's looking at Lewis through those disarming blue-green eyes all sincere. It must be the weekend, Lewis realises in a stray thought that isn't admiring how beautiful Nico is. Nico's too busy with classes to meet otherwise. Lewis' life is split into race weekends and not. Days of the week all blur together when it's not a Thursday - Sunday.

"I have a present for you." Nico produces a thin box from behind him, tied in a silk bow.

Lewis raises his eyebrow at him, skeptic. "You have a complete freak out on me and now you've got a present?"

Nico's mouth twists in displeasure, those catlike eyes narrowing. "I did not have a mental breakdown. I was just testing you. And I went too far. It wasn't productive of me."

Sure, whatever you say. Lewis refuses the urge to roll his eyes.

Nico holds the gift box out insistently. "Just open it. I promise you'll like it."

Lewis gives in, curiosity getting the better of him. Nico watches him open with some distant satisfaction as Lewis stops when he recognises it.

It's a box of chocolates, a box of chocolates from his hometown shop -- the smell immediately brings him back to walking down to school with dad. It had been a special confectionary shop, the most decadent chocolate Lewis has had in his life back then. And they'd shut down their store years ago.

"How did you--" Lewis asks in awe, biting into one and it tastes exactly like how he remembers it. Like biting into a memory. Rich, delicious, sweet.

"It wasn't hard," Nico says casually in a tone that implies it was hard, "I found the son on LinkedIn, got a good enough deal for ol' dad's recipe. Easy, really. Mostly customs was a bitch, you'd think I was buying a bomb."

"Nico, this is crazy, man." Lewis is oddly touched. It is very much like Nico to throw money at a problem until it goes away, but it's more that Nico remembered and in his own way, this was him trying. Lewis is so taken aback by the gesture, he doesn't consider this probably took Nico months to arrange, and not the previous night's outburst.

But Lewis goes a little stupid when Nico climbs on his lap, legs on either side, taking his fingers and making a show of licking them clean, sucking down on them. He sets the box aside, before fixing his attention on Lewis, the pale expanse of his bare chest and collarbone begging to be bitten and marked into.

"Let me make it up to you, Mr. Race Winner." Nico smiles, grinding down on him, and this is the part Lewis can't explain to his friends -- why he always goes back. No one else is as terrible and demanding and drives Lewis absolutely mad. There is no one else who compares.

Lewis does note that Nico does not apologize once. He can't really bring himself to care.

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Seeing stars-C.Sturniolo PART 1!

Songs that i recommend listening to while reading this series:

Where is my mind?-pixies

Runaway-lil peep

No more tears- Ozzy Osborne

Warnings:NSFW. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with this topic DNI! Some angst? Fluff at the end! Lots of dialog. use of Y/n.

(NSFW IS THE OTHER PARTS)

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English isn't my first language so I'm sorry in advance if my spelling+grammer isn't good!

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Key:

Y/n: Red

Chris: Orange

Nick: Purple

Matt: Blue

Olivia: Green

Others: Pink

Y/NS VIBE:

Summery: Y/n fall's in love with the schools biggest player, Chris Sturniolo. But what happens when he falls harder?

Chris's POV:

My phone rang for the 100th time today; Olivia's been bombarding me with questions about why I didn't go to her sweet 16. I open up one of her voice messages and I cringe as soon as I hear her high-pitched voice.

"Hey, bub. Why didn't you come to my birthday? I picked out an outfit just for you and you didn't come!"

God, that voice made me want to drive Matt's car off a bridge. I never understood why I chose Olivia. Hell, I could have any girl I want from our so-called "school" and I chose her. All the guys in my grade are drooling over her but oh, Jesus, they should run 1000 miles away from that woman.

I opened one message after another and they where all the same, some of them saying "you'll never find someone like me" and some "please come, I miss you, hun". Miss me my ass. The last time she missed me was when she was drunk at a club and she needed me to drive her back home.

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y/n's POV:

School has never been on my list of favourite things. Its probably the opposite. I put on one of my old band shirts and some baggy shorts. I'm not poor but I'm not necessarily rich, My parents work aboard a lot so I get the apartment to myself for months on end.

There are multiple groups in my school, I'll name them out for you.

1: Band kids

2: The stanley obsessed kids

3: The lacrosse players

4: Goths

5: Academically smart people

Yeah, that cliché shit. I'm one of the "band kids". Our school doesn’t really have bullying but we have DRAMA. Lots and lots of it, actually, It's mostly the Stanley obsessed kids and the lacrosse players that start it. I think you can guess what type of drama it is:

"Oh my God, Elijah, you totally just ruined my stanley!"

"Alex, let me wear your jersey!"

Yep, We have THOSE types of girls. God they annoy the FUCK out of me. Especially Olivia, all she does is pop a tit and she get anything she wants from her boyfriend Chris. Ewewewew.

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I walked into the school building and I could already smell the odor from the bathrooms and changing rooms, I took one whiff of the school air and I felt nauseous. My friends walked up to me and I already mentally prepared myself for some useless yapping about them breaking their guitar strings and the gig we have next week. I gazed across the hall and spotted none other then The Chris Sturniolo making out with his "girlfriend" Olivia. I wrinkled my nose and looked away, I really didn't need to see the person I loved the most making out with the person I loathed, especially at 7 in the morning. Bloody hell, they should get a room, Honestly, it's embarrassing.

"Yo, y/n, you going to the gig this weekend? We desperately need a lead guitarist since Griffin fell sick".

I turned around as soon as i heard that familiar voice. I looked up and saw my closest friend Jett, we've been friends since K-garden and we both have a love for music. That's basically how we bonded, we're both 17 and hate Olivia.

"yuh i'll be there. send me the adress-"

I get cut off by Olivia screaming at chris about something.

"YOUR REALLY GOING TO BREAK UP WITH ME?"

"well yeah, you've been annoying me all week and I'm sick of your bullshit, your a homophobic little bitch and I'm finished with your BS"

"WHAT ABOUT PROM? DON'T YOU FEEL ANYTHING AT THIS POINT? WHAT ABOUT ALL THE THINGS WE'VE DONE TOGETHER??"

"I'm not going with you Olivia, you've bullied my brother for being gay and thats unacceptable. I'm disgusted by how I've always sided with you and lost multiple friends because of you. we're over"

Chris glanced at me as he walked off and i gave him a small smile, knowing that i'll see i'm english again due to him not being with Olivia in the janitors closet during 2 and 3rd period. Me and Jett walked to homeroom in a comfortable silence as Olivia stormed off into the janitors closet to cry or to call her father to pick her up.

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2:00pm.

an hour and a half until the next gig. I sit down next to Chris's seat in English while fiddling with my guitar pick, waiting for class to start. Suddenly, I hear the door open and Chris steps inside for the first time this semester. I look him up and down and smile to myself, knowing damn well he won't have a clue on what we're doing in class.

He sits down next to me and raises an eyebrow when i quickly look away.

"You've never had an attractive boy sit down next to you?"

Holy shit his cockiness is sickening.

"I've seen far more attractive boys at gigs. Sorry if that bruises your ego."

I mutter as I turn to page 25 of my book and start reading the page.

"Oh come on. I bet you haven’t seen much. I'm the most attractive guy at school. You gotta admit that I AM a bit attractive"

I scoff and put my headphones on. God he was so obnoxiously cute it was sickening, I couldn't help but smile as he pouted and opened his book. He had a mix of confusion and flipped through a few pages of the book "private peaceful" with the look of pure shock displayed on his face. He tapped on my shoulder and whined,

"hey pleaseee help me with this work. I don't know ANYTHING about this book and we have a whole book report to write about this book. I'll pay you back!"

I groaned and reluctantly put my headphones off, glancing at the book and then back at him.

"how much you talkin'?"

I raised an eyebrow as be pondered on the price of my "tutoring".

"I'll pay you fifty bucks if you tell me about the book and one hundred if you write the book report for me"

My eyes widened as I head the price, I looked up at him with a confused expression.

"A HUNDERED DOLLARS FOR TUTORING? HOW RICH ARE YOU??"

I suddenly slap my hand to my mouth, embarrassed that those words slipped out of my mouth. He turns a deep shade of red and i instantly feel stupid for asking him. Of course he was rich. He was a bloody lacrosse player.

"I'm so sorry I shouldn’t have said that. You don't have to reply."

God I was so embarrassing. His gaze softened and looked down at me, smiling at me he told me:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I look at him with a expression of pure shock and type is number into my phone while the bell rings, signalling the end of class.

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Chris's POV:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I chuckle as she looks up at me with a shocked expression. I really liked her vibe. After Olivia created a whole situation with me breaking up with her, I wanted to find a new female friend. Y/n had the vibe i've been looking for all this time.

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

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The AOT characters and their MBTI types:

Warnings: none really except for swearing and major spoilers on season 2 and 4 for the show

Eren: ESFP

(extroverted • sensing • feeling • perceiving)

Some may disagree but I feel like eren could be both introverted and extroverted honestly. However I believe his true true self is in fact and ESFP especially in a modern universe. And the rest goes unsaid. He’s definitely more of an observer than he is intuitive he has a thick skull and he’d have to really pay attention to something to understand what’s going on. His emotions lead him more than anything and I mean its pretty self explanatory he committed mass genocide just to protect his friends.

Armin: INFJ

(Introverted • intuitive • feeling • judging)

I say this with my chest. Mans is an INFJ. Introverted as fuck. Intuitive as fuck smartass. Feeling as fuck sensitive mf. And very outspoken. There see. I’m right.

Mikasa: ISTJ

(Introverted • sensing • thinking • judging)

I really don’t wanna have to explain myself this is very self explanatory.

Levi: INTJ

(Introverted • intuitive • thinking • judging)

Fight me. Everybody argues that Levi is an ISTP bitch where. Literally where. This mf is intuitive as fuck he can smell bullshit a mile away. This man would sense ur bullshit right away and call you out on it infront of everyone. Intuitive judger. Don’t fuck with him he’s scary. Have you seen his bitch face ??? Also the classic INTJ cold exterior warm interior signature is here which only makes my point ten times more accurate 🙄🙄

Hanji: ENTP

(extroverted • intuitive • thinking • perceiving)

God this is so so so so so self explanatory and clear. I’ll just say this you know who else is an enfp? Gojo and Ryuk. That’s literally all I have to say.

Erwin: ENTJ

(extroverted • intuitive • thinking • judging)

Scary politician man. Ten steps ahead. Kind of toxic and really annoyingly persuasive, you can’t even argue with these mfs it’s so hard to articulate a good counter argument literally the best comeback you could come up with is “ur mom”.

“…Therefore I hereby sentence you to 10 years in prison, do you have any final statements?”

“uh ur mom”

“…make it 20 smh”

Jean: ISFJ

(Introverted • sensing • feeling • judging)

I really really can’t explain this it just makes sense to me. He could possibly be an estp???? I mean he’s a player and he’s full of himself sorry for using stereotypes it just makes sense to me that he’s an ISFJ but I could be persuaded otherwise.

Sasha: ENFP

(extroverted • intuitive • feeling • perceiving)

Ah the best personality type 😌 totally unbiased. This is very very very clear and self explanatory so cute and pure and sassy. Sunshine.

Connie: ENFP

(extroverted • intuitive • feeling • perceiving)

It might be cliché that I put Sasha and Connie as the same type. But it is completely accurate and true and you can take it up with Isayama for making them soulmates and completely perfect twins. I miss them

Historia: ENFJ

(extroverted • intuitive • feeling • judging)

the classic angel, swan, dreamy, piscean vibes that goes with enfj. She’s a classic classic enfj and it’s so pretty and cute and just very fitting (can u tell I like enfj??) #enfjenvy

Ymir: ISTP

(Introverted • sensing • thinking • perceiving)

I know I know. I’m a genius 😌 this is so accurate it’s not even funny just to show u how much this is true here are some ISTP characters; Say-beok from squid game, Rue Bennet from Euphoria, Toph from avatar, Ash from banana fish, Dabi from mha and fucking Eminem bro. I’m a fucking genius. Thank you and goodnight.

Reiner: ESFJ

(extroverted • sensing • feeling • judging)

I really really can’t explain this I just know it in my heart to be true. Do ur own research abt them if u don’t believe me 🙄🙄

Annie: INTP

(Introverted • intuitive • thinking • perceiving)

This is completely an opinion I haven’t really analyzed her character that well but I genuinely believe she’s an intp. It’s just so fitting for her character and I doubt she would’ve gotten away with being the female titan and hiding it so well if she wasn’t intuitive. Also it’s very in character of an intp to isolate themselves when they don’t want to get attached to the people around them.

Anyway that’s all I’m gonna do for today if you have requests for any more characters leave an ask or something. Same goes for requests. I hope you enjoyed me ranting abt mbti lol byeyyeyeyeyeye <33