Welcome to my blog i'm glad your here! I hope you enjoy my fics and feel free to make suggestions about what i should write next! I'm all for one shots or maybe even smaus at some point!
I do have a couple pf specific fandoms I write for that i will list below:
Haikyuu
Jujutsu kaisen
South park
Aphmau(any of the series as long as i know it)
My Time At Sandrock/Portia
genshin impact
OBX (friendly reminder that I haven't seen it but i'm in love with Rafe and JJ so i will be writing for them <3)
honestly teresa was so real in the movie for climbing up the treehouse and throwing stuff at the gladers, i would've lost my shit if i woke up in a place full of men
PEOPLE NEED TO STOP PUTTING âX READERâ AND IT IS AN OC. STOP IT. IT IS SO FOOLISH. WHEN I READ YOUR FIC THAT IS AN âX READERâ I DO NOT WANT TO BE SEEING NAMES, DESCRIPTIONS, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT.
I AM UTTERLY EXHAUSTED WITH IT. THERE IS AN âX OCâ TAG FOR A REASON. USE IT. STOPPING TAGGING THE âX READERâ TAG. PLEASE. I JUST WANNA READ MY OVER-USED-TROPE-FANFIC IN PEACE.
Heyy! Can I request MCD Garroth x fem reader and how he would care for her while sheâs pregnant? I just think it would be adorable
how he treats the reader while she's pregnant (Garroth's version)
pairing: Garroth x fem!Reader
content: domestic fluff, pregnancy obviously, reader and garroth are married
word count: 856
a/n: apologies for inaccuracies, i have fortunately never been pregnant. also i made these headcanons because i promise i tried making it a full fic but it was giving me intense writerâs block guys iâm sorry đ
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âž okay, weâre starting with the beginning of the pregnancy. you tell him and his initial reaction is quiet ecstasy. he is so unbelievably happy that his life is going the way he wants and that heâs drifted so far from the expectations of the RoâMeave name
âž after a couple weeks, maybe about two months, that initial excitement kind of wears off and he gets scared. a little resigned, he isnât talking to you ask much
âž and itâs not because of you at all! it just seemed to dawn on him that heâs going to be a father, and he builds this fear that heâll be like his own father
âž of course, you reassure him that heâs nothing like Garte. you point out their different traits, their different reactions to the same situations. you tell him that he has his motherâs heart and that eases his worry
âž not completely, of course, but he returns to his usual antics
âž he gets excited for this baby and bows that, whether itâs a boy or girl, he will love and protect them and raise them the same way
âž once you tell Garroth you're pregnant, you are not doing anything ever again
âž this man is practically at your beck and call. you don't even have to call him, if we're being completely honest. he has that same spidey-sense Ken from Life in the Dreamhouse has where he can just feel that you need something
âž and he doesn't care what it is. it could be the simplest, most mundane task and Garroth will be right there doing it for you before you could even ask him to
âž you want him to get you a blanket from the other room? done. he's getting you a pillow as well and making sure you're comfortable wherever you are.
âž someone accidentally gives you something you can't eat? better yet, you don't want to eat the food you were given? He'll eat it on top of his own meal if you don't want to save it for later
âž you want to read a book? he'll grab an assortment for you to pick from. if you already have one right next to you, don't even bother reaching for it. he's got you.
âž unless he's been stationed or is out, he tries to cook all your meals. he's not the best cook, though, so you often have to stand by and help him, but he tries
âž and for the times he is away, likely accompanying Aphmau on whatever journey she's on, he leaves you a list of planned meals so you don't have to think about what to eat. and with every meal, he leaves a comment about how lucky and glad he is that he's yours
âž he hates having to leave you, but especially later in your pregnancy. he's afraid that one day when he's gone, you'll go into labor and he won't be there to support you or meet his child
(he expresses this concern so much that Aphmau swaps guards that accompany her just so Garroth could stay home until your baby was born)
âž later during your pregnancy, Garroth does everything he can to make you comfortable. if we're in season 1 he asks Molly what to do. if we're in season 2 he asks Donna, and both women make a smart comment about how their husbands weren't so doting
âž any time you want to go out he always offers to go with you. he'll carry any items you buy without complaint and without asking (which he did anyway, but you noticed it more while you were pregnant)
âž he brews raspberry tea for you everyday because he heard from Zoey that it helps ease labor
âž he's always awake long before you are in the mornings, and he uses that time by himself to make you a simple breakfast and make sure you have everything you need for the day
âž I personally don't know a lot of pregnancy tricks because again, I've never been pregnant. however. neither does Garroth, and he asks the people he knows have been pregnant before so many questions
âž literally every concern that arises during your pregnancy he goes and asks Zoey or Molly or Donna what it is and advice on how to help or fix the problem
âž when you get nauseous and start throwing up, Garroth is always there to hold your hair away from your face or leave a soothing hand on your back. he gives you whatever you need to ease your stomach and fans your face if you're hot
âž overall, while you're pregnant Garroth is a very gentle and attentive man. he still has the looming fear that he won't be a good father and end up like his own, no matter how hard he tries to be different
âž but he's with you for a reason. he knows that you'd never let him travel down that same path, that you'd never be quiet and submissive like his mother was, and that brings him relief
hope you guys still enjoyed even if this isn't a full fic like I wanted it to be đŤĄ
but guys. garroth as a father. garroth as a father
that's all I even need to say. let me know if you want these headcanons for other characters have a good day y'all <3
TAGGING: @mellozhi @garrothswiferealnotfake if you'd like to be added to the taglist for Garroth, comment to let me know!
warnings: unprotected sex, slight sub!rafe (?), praise, hair pulling, titty sucking, spanking, groping, light biting, face sitting, oral sex (f. receiving), tongue fucking, overstimulation
a/n: this one is for my plus sized baddies ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ Ëś> Ë <Ëśęąŕžŕ˝˛ŕ§§
âfuck, fuck, fuck..â to say that rafe was gone and so far away in his own state of hysteria would be putting it nicely. he looked thoroughly flushed underneath you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a bright pink as your hips moved up and down his length. rafe laid there at your mercy, his fingertips digging so hard into the plush flesh of your thighs, you couldnât help but whine at the slight discomfort every time he managed to grip you even tighter than before. with teary eyes, rafe gazed up at you as his jaw fell slack, his eyebrows knitting together as you switched from bouncing on top of him to dragging your hips slowly over his lap so he could revel in the feeling of you being wrapped around himâ so warm and tight.
âholy shit, baby,â rafe groaned, craning his neck to look down and see where you two were connected, âf-feels so fucking good.â he shuddered, blinking slowly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. you watched rafeâs chest cave in with every breath, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he cursed obscenities through gritted teeth. moving his palms to the curves of your hips, he urged you to lean down and rest against his chest, one arm wrapping tight around your waist, and the other gripping the roots of your hair as his mouth latched onto your nipple. âohâ!â you cried out when he started fucking up into you, the plap! plap! plap! of his skin meeting yours making your cheeks heat.
rafe couldnât comprehend anything else except for the sweet scent of your perfume, the softness of your skin, and the wetness that surrounded his cock with every thrust inside your needy cunt. âi donât know what you do to me,â rafe held you close, âevery time iâm inside you, i canât fucking think.â he laughed, feeling damn near psychotic by how fast the smile left his lips when he felt you clench around him. slamming his palm down, you yelped when rafe grabbed a handful of your ass without any kind of gentle regard, his teeth nipping at your skin as you reveled in the pure unadulterated pleasure licking your insides. âthis body is perfect,â he grunted, groping at your tummy, âyouâre perfect.â
before you could register his words, rafe was pulling out and scooting down the bed so he could seat you on his face, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs before his tongue was flicking against your clit. doubling over, you threaded your fingers in his hair as a broken moan sounded from your lips. âoh god!â you squealed, your shoulders dropping in defeat upon feeling the familiar tension beginning to coil in your belly. rafe didnât care about being soft or sweet when he was devouring you like a man starved. times like this called for your ass and thighs to smother him in a way that had his cock standing up in the air by itself, the tip of his nose nudging your sensitive bundle of nerves as he worked your entrance with his tongueâ the combination making you cum on his face in record time.
rafe made sure to hold you in place when overstimulation set in so that you couldnât pull away from him until he was done, your orgasm ripping through you as you shook and trembled in his hold. you were nothing short of intoxicating, your sticky succulence driving rafe mad with lust as he continued lapping at your glossy folds. he could never get enough of youâ not when every time felt like the first time all overâs again. hearing you cry, seeing you squirm, feeling your body react to every praise and compliment he showered you with.. there was never going to be another feeling that could top this one.
Summary: After practice alone time with your boyfriend Nathan Scott.
Word Count:Â 1824
Tags/Warnings: (18+) MDNI. smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v + fluff
Nathan took his basketball practices very seriously. Normally, his shots were almost as good as the ones he made in the middle of an electrifying and heated game. But today, none of the shots he took seemed to want to go into the hoop.
The cheerleading practices were at the same time as his, so you couldn't help but notice the frustration on his face, how his jaw tightened and the way he clenched his fists.
Throughout practice, Nathan ignored your gaze, thinking it might distract him even more. But even when Coach Whitey ended practice, Nathan stayed in the gym, shooting basket after basket, without making a single one.
You stayed there, sitting on the bleachers, trying to finish a book while he kept trying to shoot some baskets, completely oblivious of your presence there. You'd have sworn he didn't even know practice was over and everyone else had left.
After what felt like nearly an hour of agonizing miss after miss, you decided it was enough. You closed your book and walked over to him.Â
âHey, Nate.â You whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. âI think it's time for you to take a break.â
Nathan let the ball bounce away, jaw still tight. He dragged a hand down his sweaty face, finally looking at you.
âI canât miss like this.â He muttered, voice low, frustration dripping from every word.
You gave him a small smile, fingers still resting on his shoulder. âYouâve been at it for more than an hour. You need to relax.â
His eyes softened, the tension in them flickering into something else as he looked at you. âYeah, I know. Youâre right.â
âWhy don't you take a shower?â You suggested, tilting your head. âI'll wait for you here and we can go home.â
âI don't think a shower is what I need.â He answered, turning completely toward you.
âOh, believe me, you need it.â You assured him, running your hand down his sweaty arm.
Nathan let out a small laugh, finding the curve of your waist with his hand. âWhat's wrong? Don't you like me all sweaty?â
The heat rose to your cheeks at his response, turning your ears a shy red as you tried to look away from his deep blue eyes. Which roamed your body with hunger and desire.
Before you could answer, he stepped closer, close enough that the heat radiating off his body made your breath hitch. The grip of his hand tightened on your waist, as the corner of his mouth curved into a smirk.
âI think I know exactly whatâll take my mind off missing shots.â
His lips were on yours before you could say anything, rough and desperate, tasting of sweat and frustration.Â
With your book forgotten on the gym floor, your hands went to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he guided you toward the locker room doors.
The cool metal clicked shut behind you, the empty space echoing with the sound of your uneven breaths. Nathanâs kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping into your mouth like he was starving for you, every bit of pent-up energy pouring out in the way he held youâpossessive, unrelenting.
Your back pressed against the cold lockers, the chill of the metal contrasting sharply with the feverish heat of his body against yours. His hands drifted without hesitation, knowing the way perfectly, sliding down your sides until he reached the curve of your ass, gripping you like he was afraid you might slip away.
âGod, you have no idea what you do to me.â He muttered against your lips before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.
You gasped, tilting your head back. âNathanââ
âMm?â His teeth grazed your skin, then soothed the spot with his tongue. His hands slid lower, bunching the hem of your skirt up.
Your pulse quickened, anticipation pooling low in your stomach. When his fingers grazed the waistband of your panties, you let out a sharp breath.
âTell me to stop.â He whispered, voice rough, though his touch was anything but hesitant.
You shook your head quickly, breathless. âDonât you dare.â
That was all he needed. Nathan dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart with ease while you looked down at him, amazed. He tugged your panties to the side, eyes dark as they lingered on the sight of you.
âFuck.â He groaned, licking his lips. âDo you even know how pretty you are?â
You smiled at his words as he pressed soft, loving kisses on your thighs. Showing that his words were much more than just words. He truly believed that you were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever laid upon.
And then his mouth was on you, tongue flicking against your clit in deliberate strokes.Â
The sudden jolt of pleasure made your knees buckle, your fingers instantly finding his hair.
The empty locker room filled with the obscene wet sounds of his mouth and your moans echoing off the walls. He devoured you like he hadnât eaten in days, groaning against your soaked folds, tongue circling your clit before sucking hard enough to make your hips jerk.
âNa-Nathan.â You gasped, pulling on his hair as he buried his face deeper.
The vibration of his low growl sent another shiver racing through you. He gripped your thighs tighter, locking you in place while his tongue moved faster, relentless.
Your vision blurred as the tension snapped, pleasure ripping through you so hard you cried out, legs trembling against his shoulders. He didnât stop, licking you through every wave until you were slumping weakly back against the lockers.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was glistening, his smirk infuriatingly smug. âTaste so fucking good.â
He stood up in one smooth motion. His hands gripping your waist as your body lurched forward. The weight of your body falling onto his chest.Â
Nathan had eaten your pussy before. But for some reason, this time had been different. You were pretty sure you were seeing stars from the pleasure he had given you and the powerful orgasm that had rocked your body. Â
Nathan didnât give you time to recover. He pressed you harder against the lockers, his breath hot against your ear.
âThink you can take me, baby?â He asked, voice hoarse but sweet while his hands were already sliding down to tug your panties the rest of the way off.
Your legs still shook, but the desperate nod you gave him made his grin widen.
In one swift motion, he shoved his shorts down just enough to free himself, his cock hard and heavy against your thigh. That, and the heat radiating of him made you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as he lined himself up.
The first thrust was deep and unrelenting, pushing into you all at once. Your cry echoed through the empty locker room, the stretch overwhelming after the orgasm heâd just got out of you.
âFuck, youâre so tight.â He groaned, forehead pressed against yours as he pulled back only to slam into you again. âSo perfect.â
Each thrust echoed with a sharp clap of skin against skin, his pace fast and hungry, like he couldnât get deep enough.
Nathan grinned against your skin, holding your thighs tight to lift you off the ground. A small cry of pleasure escaped your lips at the movement as your legs wrapped around his waist, dragging him closer, every stroke hitting right where you needed.
Loud moans fell from your lips with every thrust. Nathan swallowed some of them in messy kisses, his tongue claiming your mouth just as completely as his body claimed yours.
âCome for me again, baby.â He growled, one hand sliding between your bodies to circle your clit.
A small plea of his name left your lips as you felt the shots and waves of pleasure run through every nerve in your body.
Just then your body clenched around him as another orgasm ripped through you, your voice raw as you cried out his name. The way you tightened on him made his rhythm falter, a low curse slipping from his lips.
âFuck.â He looked down to where your bodies connected.
Nathan buried himself deep one last time, groaning into your neck as he came, hot and unrestrained. His hips thrust against yours, every muscle in his body tensing before finally giving in to a shuddering release, spilling hot inside you.
The two of you stayed tangled against the lockers, his weight pressing into you, both of you catching your breath. After a moment, he pulled back just enough to kiss you softly.
Nathanâs lips lingered on yours, the kiss slower now, almost reverent compared to the fire that had consumed you both moments ago. His forehead rested against yours, eyes fluttering shut as if he just wanted to stay like this forever.
âYou okay?â He whispered, voice low and hoarse, but his hand was gentle as it brushed damp strands of hair away from your face.
You nodded, still breathless, your lips curling into a small, satisfied smile. âMore than okay.â
He let out a quiet laugh, pressing another kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the tip of your nose. âGood. Because I donât think Iâve ever needed you more than I did just now.â
Your heart squeezed at the honesty in his tone. The boy who was usually so wrapped up in competition, in winning, in proving himselfâright now he was just Nathan. Vulnerable. Yours.
You tightened your arms around him, not caring about the sweat clinging to his skin. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â You teased softly.
âYeah, but you love me anyway.â He shot back with a smirk, though the way his thumb caressed your hip betrayed just how much he craved the closeness.
The two of you stood there in the quiet locker room, tangled together, letting the world outside fade away. Nathan finally pressed one last kiss to your lips before slipping out of you.
You growled at the overstimulation and the emptiness he left inside you as he set you back down on the floor.
âCome on.â He murmured, tugging your skirt gently back down into place. âLetâs get out of here before Whitey comes looking for us.â
You laughed against his chest, the sound light, your body still buzzing from everything heâd given you. âOnly if you promise to stop beating yourself up about missing shots.â
Nathan pulled back enough to look at you, his grin softening into something sincere. âIf Iâve got you waiting for me after practice, I think Iâll be just fine.â
Hand in hand, you walked out of the locker room together, his arm slung protectively around your shoulders, both of you smiling like nothing else in the world mattered.
iâve been on tumblr for a couple years now. I have had the best time ever finding escape by reading stories written by talented and passionate writers, i am just so grateful always.
But why did no one tell me how fun it is to try and write something of your own đ i have a whole note in my notes app dedicated to scenarios and daydreams about so many fandoms.
I finally gave in and opened my google docs. Iâm giggling as I type out my little story, maybe iâll keep it for myself but this is so much fun đââď¸đ¤Ż
ummm so it's been awhile and I'm sorry about that! I had a very long lasting relationship and it distracted me from posting often.
said relationship just ended a couple days ago and I'm struggling to cope as he has blocked me on my main ig account and its just a lot of hard feelings to process. I don't know if I'll ever update my stories again and I'm sorry about that but i really can't do much rn but cry
âEww donât ship them ! Theyâre just friends/ they hate each other/ they barely have any interaction/they never even met/theyâre not from the same series !â
Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.
