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seventeenpins · 9 months

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Can we perhaps have something where stepdad Joel makes reader squirt-😗

alskdfjal yes of course this is so perfect :))) thank u for the prompt 💕

practice makes perfect

pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: follow-up to bad girl. your mom decides to go out one night, leaving you and your stepdad at home alone together. feeling hurt and petty in response to his wife's cheating, he has no qualms with fucking you in your mom's bedroom. you make a mess.

warnings: okay lets go, a lot of fucking (so much fucking), stepcest, infidelity, oral sex (mentioned), unsafe piv, SQUIRTING, dirty talk, fingering, daddy kink, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), a bit of dom/sub vibes, multiple orgasms, creampie -- let me know if i missed anything?

a/n: i am so completely blown away by the response to my first stepdad!joel fic -- thank you all so much for the comments and reblogs and messages, i fuckin cherish them all. as always, pls feel free to reach out. i hope you enjoy this instalment!

for the first week after joel walked in on you, you were half convinced your entire experience with him had been a fever dream. you hadn't seen all that much of him on account of a big project he's been grumbling about, something about a delayed material delivery that pushed him closer to a deadline than he'd prefer. you were busy yourself, too, going out with friends and spending long hours on some of your freelance work.

there were moments, though, that you'd catch one another and there'd be a glint of something in his eye.

one night, you, your mom, and joel are all sat at the table for a family dinner. your mom has drained her wine glass twice already, and is reaching for the bottle again as she tells you both, "i'm afraid i can't stay for long tonight, i just got a text from vera. sounds like she's having a bad night and needs a friend."

joel makes a sound like a snort that he follows up with a cough. "poor vera," he says, "she's been havin' an awful rough time lately, hasn't she? it's like she's inconsolable every other day."

"yes," your mom says, "she has been going through so much."

joel stares at her for a moment and you almost expect him to challenge her on it, but then he lets out a breath and smiles.

"you're such a good friend, baby," he tells her and she grins before turning back to her glass of wine and taking a big gulp. joel fixes you with a knowing stare and smirks. you both know she's not going to vera's.

after she finishes picking at her plate, she announces that she needs to get ready and dips out of the room.

"so, vera, huh?" you ask and joel snorts.

"can't believe your momma forgot she made me follow that woman on instagram months ago. according to her recent posts, she's currently travelling through iceland."

you roll your eyes and laugh, "seriously?" you ask, and joel nods.

"you'd think she'd be a better liar by this point," you say, and joel smiles but winces a little too.

it's not a game. you know it's not a game. just because you're used to your mother's antics doesn't mean it isn't new to joel, and he's only known for certain for a week that she's been unfaithful to him and that's gotta hurt. despite whatever's going on between you two, you know joel's heart is aching.

you're pretty sure you've just poured salt in the wound.

"i'm sorry, joel," you say, suddenly embarrassed, "i didn't mean to- i don't know. i didn't mean to make fun of it. i know you're dealing with... a lot."

joel shrugs and relaxes, "ah, it's alright sweetheart. just something i need to deal with. but you've done nothing wrong."

"okay," you say, and it's only then that you realise how close you've been leaning towards one another. at the sound of your mother's heels on the stairs, joel clears his throat and the two of you put more distance between yourselves.

your mother's voice carries down the hallway. "will you two be alright without me? i know you haven't had a chance to spend much time together."

"i'm sure we'll manage." you say, and joel smirks.

"she's a real good girl," he says, "'m lovin these opportunities to get to know her better."

"i'm glad to hear it," your mom says, and smiles between the two of you as you do your best not to choke.

"ya look great, baby," joel says, eyebrows raised as he looks your mom up and down. "cute dress. that makeup's gonna get ruined with your face masks, though, huh?"

she blushes and waves him off, "you know i like to get all get dolled up for my girls night," she says, "i can wipe the makeup off later."

"i'm sure you will," he says, and though you can hear the edge to it, you don't think your mom can. he presses a kiss to her cheek.

"i might be home late," she tells you both, "don't wait up!"

"no worries, baby," joel says, "in fact, if vera's having such a hard time, maybe you should make it a sleepover"

your mom grins and it's dazzling and heartbreaking. it's moments like this that you can see exactly why so many men have fallen in love with her. "that's a great idea, honey," she says, "i think i'll do just that! i'll see you both in the morning."

with a swish of her hair, your mom has left through the front door. joel groans, folding forward and resting his head in his hands, letting out a low "fucking jesus" before he sits back and composes himself. he lets out a deep sigh and then turns to look at you and shakes his head, closing his eyes, resigned.

you're not sure what's appropriate. you nearly reach out to deliver a comforting pat to his hand, but change your mind at the last moment, instead batting your hand out like a cat's paw and then recoiling.

joel's eyes weren't, apparently, closed. he sees your indecisive gesture, frowns, and gives you a look, before laughing. "you're okay, sweetheart," he says, his voice still tinged with the rumble of laughter, "it's all a lot to deal with. but i'm managing. and guess what?"

"what?" you ask.

"we've got a whole night to ourselves. just the two of us."

"oh yeah?" you ask, and you suddenly feel hot all over. joel's staring at you with such a darkness in his eyes that you're certain you're already wet.

"'f that's something you'd like, that is." joel smiles and it's almost unexpected the way he checks in with you, that he still has the capacity to focus on your needs. in his position, you might just be out to take what you could get, wholly and selfishly.

he's so... considerate. fuck he turns you on.

"i've got an idea," you say, and you take him by the hand and lead him upstairs.

you can feel his body stiffen when you stand in the doorway to your mother's bedroom. "you want me to fuck you in here?" he asks, and you can't parse his tone.

you're worried that you've gone too far, that despite the filthy way he fucked you only a few days ago, you've hit a barrier you should never have crossed, but you nod. before you can ask is it too much? he's growling "yes" and dragging you into the room.

he pulls you into a kiss, frenzied and feral, his teeth biting at you, nipping at your lips and cheeks, laving kisses down your throat. before you know it, you're both fully naked, clothes littered all over the floor of the room and joel's teeth are gently biting down on one of your nipples as he rocks his hips against yours.

"are you gonna let me take care of you? gonna let daddy take care of you?" he asks, "use your words."

"yes, daddy," you tell him.

"ya know," he tells you, running a hand down your sternum and resting between your breasts, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing, "there have been a few times i've gotten home late these past few days, and when i walked past your bedroom door i could swear i heard the sweetest little moans."

you blush and look away from him.

"uh-uh," he says, tipping your chin up, making you look at him, "were you thinkin' bout me?"

you nod. "yes daddy" it's the truth, after all.

"good girl," he smiles, "thank you for being honest with me. now i already know you're a dirty girl, what with all your naughty videos. and i know you're a fuckin' slut the way you spread your legs so easily for me."

"yes daddy," you echo.

"but what i don't know," he says, and his voice is velvet and dangerous, his pupils blown with hunger, "is just how many surfaces in this room i can bend you over and fuck you till you're so cock drunk you can't speak."

your eyebrows shoot up and your jaw drops.

"i ain't even started with you, honey," he smiles, and he drops to his knees.

it's a fucking marathon.

he eats you out at the foot of your mothers bed till you're panting, his lips glistening with your slick and he makes you feel so good you're certain you're gonna die.

then, your positions are reversed, joel trying his best to plant his feet into the carpet so he doesn't melt off the bed altogether, while you kneel before him. he fucks up into your throat, delighting in every vibration your moans and swallows provide.

soon, you're pressed up against the dresser, your fingers gripping onto the drawer handles as he fucks into your pussy from behind.

then against the bookshelf. the closet doors. there's a moment where joel gets closer than he'd like to coming and he has you grab onto the floor lamp as he eats your pussy again on bended knee, only this time you're standing up and trying your best not to crumple onto him when he makes you come a fourth and a fifth time.

you're starting to get overstimulated. no, you are overstimulated, but it's in the most oddly delicious way. joel has you folded over the foot of your mom's bed, your knees on an ottoman, the rest of you pressed against the mattress, fists groping at sheets, holding on for dear life.

it's a good angle, hell, it's the perfect angle. not only does it feel incredible, it helps prop your ass up to a height that allows joel's huge cock to fuck you deeper without too much more effort, gripping your hips as he pounds into you. the best part, though, is that you're both at the perfect angle to see yourselves in the full length mirror.

"jesus christ, baby," joel is saying, "you see how deep i am? feel how deep i am? pussy's so tight around this cock. can almost feel myself in here," he says, and presses two fingers against your tummy.

you moan, using every ounce of strength you have left to keep your ass in the air and take joel's cock so nicely.

"it feels so good, daddy," you sob, "it's so big, making me come so many times. fuck, i can feel it building- it feels so good, you make me feel so good-"

"yes, baby," he growls, "let go for me, let me feel you come stretched so pretty 'round daddy's dick."

"fuck, daddy," you whine, because you realise it's a different sensation that's been building and even though you know what it is, you've never quite reached an orgasm like this before. "i'm gonna come, daddy! i'm gonna fuckin come-"

"shit, baby," he says as he starts to feel hot wet spurts of liquid splashing out of you, "oh fuck, you gonna wet my cock with your cum?"

you're screaming now, so fucked out and overstimulated

"oh, shit honey, yes-" joel shouts, a man possessed, as he pulls his cock out from you and rubs furiously at your clit, moaning loudly as you gush all over his hand. "oh, i'm gonna need more of that," he groans, and you can't find words to argue. he fucks back into you, hitting that same spot, finding that same pressure.

"could fuckin drink this, baby," he says, "comin' all over my cock like the fuckin whore you are. look at us, baby, look in the mirror and don't you dare close your fucking eyes."

you obey. it's a struggle to get your eyes to even focus, but when you do, you're sent over the edge again and again and again.

the two of you look so fucking good, the jiggle of your ass, the angles of your bodies and the way you slot together, the tan of joel's arms, his muscles, his control, the silver of his hair.

his breathless mantra "good girl, good girl, fuckin' take it, such a good girl-," as you take everything he gives you and more.

he finds a rhythm for fucking every last drop out of you. he'll give you a few harsh, deep thrusts and then pull out and rub your pussy till you aren't gushing around him anymore. then he'll slap your pussy with the head of his cock, making you shudder before he stuffs it back in and builds you up again.

your thighs are drenched and the wetness down your legs is cooling. you've lost count of the number of times he's made you come like this, but finally, you're shaking so hard you can't bear it and his thrusts are getting staggered.

he's breathless when he manages to ask, "you want me to fill up this lil pussy? fill it full of daddy's cum?"

"yes, yes, yeesss-" you beg, and you watch your reflection as joel's hips stutter a final time and he lets out a strangled groan as he loses control and fucks his release into you.

the second after he comes, he collapses onto you but you're so weak and fuck-drunk you collapse, too. joel rolls off of you so you can breathe, but then both of you are laughing. you're disgusting, covered in sweat and spit and squirt and cum, but joel dips a finger into your pussy and then licks up the combination of juices.

seeing your awed expression, joel shrugs and then smiles, a little embarrassed. "just needed to taste ya like this," he says, and it's incredibly endearing.

after a few more minutes of laying around in messy, sticky comfort, joel gets up. and then- "shit".

"what's wrong?" you ask as you look up at him and he's- laughing?

you look down at what he's looking at -- the ottoman. you've drenched it entirely. it's at least three shades darker than it was to begin with, and reeks of sex.

"well," you say, "that's not ideal."

"guess i'll have to buy your momma a new one," he says, rubbing against his temples and barking out a short laugh. then he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and one to your forehead.

"you go have a shower," he tells you, "i'll take care of this mess, and then let's get some snacks," he winks, and you smile.

he starts to back out of the room when you call to him, "so, mom's gonna be gone all night-" you start to say, tentative.

"you already askin' for round two?" he asks, incredulous.

"if we're calling all of that-" you gesture around the room, "round one? then yeah. i'm asking for round two."

"dirty girl," he laughs, "you're fuckin insatiable!"

"that's not a no-" you point out.

"no, it's not a no," he says. "let's refuel. rehydrate. and get right back to it."

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luvkyu · 15 days

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heart stop ( jung sungchan ) part one

sungchan x male reader

sungchan finally talks to his crush !!

content : 1.9k words, fluff, mentions of nudity/mature themes, uni au, gym bro!sungchan x artist!reader

( a/n ) PART ONE OF THE COLLAB W @jaemmphilia !!! just a heads up - part two is nsfw !! so pls take that into account before you start reading <3

part two

"do you think y/n's into guys?"

"huh??" eunseok sputtered at the sudden question, basically choking on his food.

sungchan stifled a snicker, his ears growing a light shade of red. he stared down at the chopsticks in his hand with a love sick smile. eunseok cleared his throat as he watched the other twirl the utensils between his fingers.

"are we talking about taro's friend from his art class?" eunseok asked.

"yeah. i think i have a small crush on him."

"a crush on who?" shotaro suddenly chimed in as he sat with them in the cafeteria.

"y/n," sungchan answered a bit shyly.

"l/n???" shotaro's brows were raised in shock.

sungchan looked at eunseok, as if for guidance, before turning back to shotaro and saying a quiet "yes".

shotaro thought for a moment, then nodded in approval.

"you two would be cute as fuck together," he said before taking a bite of his lunch.

sungchan smiled at the idea of himself with y/n. he leaned over toward his friend eagerly, "do you know if he's gay?"

"how should i know?.. but i'm about to meet him at the art studio to work together if you wanna come," shotaro offered.

"really??"

"sure, why not. we're just taking some time to work on new oil paintings, it's not an actual class or anything so you can come along."

sungchan nodded happily at the idea.

"what are you gonna do if he's straight?" eunseok asked teasingly.

"cry," sungchan muttered in response.

y/n stared at the canvas in front of him. his creativity was having a hard time flowing today. maybe he was overworking, or maybe it was just an off day. either way, it was annoying. he was supposed to be productive today. instead, a blank canvas was mocking him while his hands fidgeted with a paintbrush.

he sighed and set his brush down against his easel.

"what's wrong, babe?"

y/n looked up to see shotaro strutting into the studio, followed by a taller boy he hadn't met before.

"i told you not to call me that," y/n scolded while rolling his eyes.

"you're right. sorry, honey."

y/n turned in his seat to face his friend better, "that's just worse."

shotaro chuckled. as he sat down at his own easel, he grabbed another seat for the friend he brought along. y/n refused to embarrass himself by looking at the stranger for too long, but the small glance he did get was enough for him to conclude that the male was drop dead gorgeous.

"oh, y/n! this is my friend sungchan. he wanted to tag along cause he has no life outside of classes and the gym. sungchan, this is y/n!"

sungchan glared daggers at shotaro, before looking back to y/n with a wide smile.

"hi! nice to meet you. i've seen you around campus a little," sungchan greeted.

"really? i think i've seen you some too."

sungchan nodded, almost giddy at that answer. silence fell on them as shotaro set up his canvas and y/n looked through his paint colors just to have something to do.

"wow, you guys are great at this," shotaro said sarcastically, mainly to piss off sungchan.

"i'm terrible at talking to people, leave me alone," y/n defended with a small laugh.

sungchan watched y/n lean against his easel, resting his chin against his palm in defeat. he looked so perfect, even when feeling dejected.

"is something wrong?" sungchan asked. y/n looked at him again. he was a little surprised sungchan was even asking.

"ah.. i just feel kinda drained. i'm having a hard time working on this, to be honest."

"take a break," shotaro chimed in.

"but i just started."

"take a longer break. we've had a lot of assignments back to back lately, go rest for the day."

y/n thought about it for a moment. he sighed and nodded at the idea before starting to pack up his supplies.

shotaro turned back to sungchan, gesturing silently toward y/n in hopes that his friend would get the hint. sungchan looked at him in confusion. shotaro, in turn, huffed at his cluelessness. he pulled his phone out and went to his messages.

taro :

BRO, GO.

ask him out, go 'rest' together 🛏️

sungchan rolled his eyes at the texts. he gave the male another stink eye before typing a response.

sung :

I DIDNT WANNA TALK TO HIM JUST TO GET LAID

taro :

but it is part of the reason right

sung :

osaki shotaro istg

taro :

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT BUT STILL ASK HIM OUT, U HAVE THE PERFECT WINDOW RIGHT HERE

sungchan looked up from his phone, biting his lip as anxiety shot through his body.

y/n finished packing up his bag and showed the two of them a tired smile.

"i'll see you guys later. it was nice to meet you, sungchan."

sungchan nodded and smiled back, now watching his crush exit the studio. his smile fell as he turned back around to see shotaro giving him a disappointed frown.

"you're a dumbass, sung."

"sungchan!"

sungchan looked up as he took a drink of his water, seeing eunseok and shotaro walking toward him.

"hey guys," he greeted while getting up from the bench press. he wiped around his face with a small towel as his friends came closer to him.

"did you just finish up?" shotaro asked.

"yeah, i'm gonna head back to the dorm now."

"boo, we could've worked out together."

sungchan rolled his eyes. "it's a good thing you still have each other then," he teased, patting shotaro's shoulder as he slung his gym bag over his back.

"hey, how'd it go with y/n yesterday? you ask him out?" eunseok asked before the other could leave.

"no, i-"

"he chickened out," shotaro teased.

sungchan sighed, but nodded. "i was too nervous."

"well we just saw him sitting outside by the campus arboretum if you wanna go try again," eunseok said.

"really?"

eunseok nodded, "go for it."

sungchan smiled a thanks and grabbed his water bottle before finally departing.

"..i doubt y/n is straight," shotaro mumbled as he and eunseok waved him goodbye.

"oh, me too," eunseok agreed.

sungchan began walking in the direction of the arboretum, looking around for the boy that had been on his mind way too much lately.

finally, he spotted y/n on a bench sketching a few flowers. he took a deep breath and walked over to join him.

"hey y/n!"

y/n looked up from his sketchbook, almost choking on thin air. sungchan's muscle shirt didn't hide a thing, and his slightly messy hair and tall stature worked well in his favor. with the way y/n was staring at him, or practically gawking, sungchan was now pretty certain y/n was attracted to men.

y/n quickly cleared his throat and averted his eyes. he looked down at his sketchbook, then back up strictly to sungchan's face.

"hi," he said quietly, "what're you doing out here?"

"was just on my way home and thought i'd take a walk through here. it's really pretty."

y/n nodded happily and took a look around. "yeah, i love being out here."

"can i sit with you?"

y/n nodded almost instantly. he moved over a bit to give the other more room on the bench. sungchan sat and sighed, actually very much enjoying the fresh air. he leaned back for a moment and let the sun wash over his face. one arm was hanging off the back of the bench, while the other raked a hand through his messy hair.

y/n was in awe, needless to say.

"so what're you drawing?"

"just some flower studies," y/n answered. "i wanted to add some flowers to my next painting so i'm just practicing a little."

"is it okay if i ask to see?" sungchan asked cautiously.

"oh, sure! you can look through the whole sketchbook, i don't mind. it's mostly random sketches."

sungchan nodded eagerly and took the book from y/n's hands, making sure to brush against his fingers just a little bit. he smiled to himself, now knowing the effect he had on y/n.

sungchan flipped through the pages delicately. he was trying not to crinkle or smudge anything, especially the ones done in pencil. y/n was right though - the sketches were pretty random. from people, to small household items, to cloud formations.

it was when sungchan found a more interesting page that he stopped flipping through. the sketches showed a naked man in two different poses, one leaning against what looked like a washroom counter, and the other laying on a bed with a messy sheet draped just over a couple parts of himself. sungchan looked up with wide eyes.

"oh, that's um," y/n didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. he was somehow both. "that was just a guy i had a thing with a couple months ago."

"these are amazing, y/n," sungchan praised. he continued flipping through, though his mind was still on the nude sketches.

"thank you," y/n blushed a bit as sungchan finally got to the end of the book.

"i really like the nude ones. you draw people really well," sungchan complimented while closing the book. when he looked up again, his face was closer to y/n's than he thought. his eyes instantly shifted to the male's lips, it was as if there was a magnet between them.

y/n could hear his heartbeat in his ears. sungchan was even more beautiful up close, and he was growing more attracted to him by the second.

sungchan lightly cleared his throat after a moment, trying not to stare at the pair of lips he so desperately wanted to kiss. making y/n uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted.

"are you going to the bonfire party tonight?" sungchan asked.

"i dunno, my friend invited me but i'm not usually into parties."

"well, i think you should go."

y/n met sungchan's eyes again, "hm? why?"

sungchan blushed. he didn't mean to blatantly give away that he wanted y/n there, but he might as well roll with it now.

"cause i'll have a much better time if i get to see you," sungchan answered with entirely pink cheeks. he could tell y/n was a blushing mess as well, despite how confident he tried to seem.

with a sigh, y/n looked up at the clouds. "is this how you pick up all your guys?"

sungchan laughed lightly, "actually no, my heart is pounding more than it ever has, i think." he let out a large exhale with this, which triggered more laughter between the two.

y/n found it endearing how obviously nervous sungchan was. here was this hunk of a man trying to hit on him, but he was so jittery and smitten that it really just made him adorable. y/n smiled as he thought about it. his eyes met the other's again while nodding, "alright, i'll be there."

sungchan's smile quickly grew at his crush's decision. he nodded and started getting up.

"i'll see you in a little while then," he said while giving y/n's head a gentle pat, his hand lingering against his hair. y/n nodded and watched him begin to walk away. he was speechless as he stared after sungchan. let's just say, the view from the back was just as good as the view from the front.

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peachhcs · 3 months

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the girl

hughes!sister x will smith au blurb (samy + will)

will comes back to boston with hickeys all over his chest and the boys love to chirp

0.7k words

warnings: implications of sex (but no sex described), hickeys, boys being boys. p.s i don't know the older guys on the bc team, so i just went with a guy named connor lmao anyways

i wrote this in like 20 minutes, but i wanted to post something since i haven't in a few weeks. school and life has been killing me 😀 i'm hoping to get more stuff out this coming week and if i don't pls hold me accountable so i do

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will tugged his shirt off, ready to get himself into his gear for practice until he heard a gasp come from his left. the boy raised his eyebrow, following the sound until his eyes landed on ryan staring at him with wide-eyes. will quickly grew confused, raising his eyebrow, "what?"

ryan covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his laughter while some of the other guys started taking notice in what was going on. will saw gabe and aram's eyes widen as well and the blonde suddenly became very conscious of all the eyes on him.

"no fucking way. i never would've thought.." ryan started, still trying to hide his laughter.

"you're losing me," will pulled his eyebrows together. the older guys didn't say anything, but they started snickering with one another at the freshman.

"have you looked in the mirror recently?" gabe finally said. his words didn't make anymore sense until a second later when it finally pieced together in will's head. his eyes shot down to his bare chest, eyeing the pretty-looking purple and red bruises scattered across his chest and abs. the boy's cheeks flushed into the deepest shade of red.

he totally forgot about those.

"god, i had no idea hughesy could bite like that," ryan teased earning a slap against his head from will.

"shut up," the blonde muttered.

"wait, hughesy?" one of the older guys piped up. the freshman's eyes bounced to connor sitting in his own stall, lips flipping up into a smirk.

"you don't mean—"

"samy hughes? yeah. she's smitty's girl," ryan filled in the blanks. connor's eyes widened as well as some of the other older guys.

"you didn't tell us you're dating the samy hughes," connor's laugh roared through the locker room. unfortunately, will's blush hadn't gotten any better as the guys kept talking.

"they've been family friends for ages. been keeping the relationship on the down low," ryan kept explaining.

"oh my god. we knew you had a girl, but not the girl. damn, smitty. better keep her around. she's a gem," connor chuckled.

"considering his chest, i don't think he has any plans to get rid of her," gabe smirked as well. will just rolled his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassing blush as he shoved his warm-up on.

"how many times did you guys do it this past weekend?" drew joined into the chirping making the other guys snicker.

"i'm not talking about my sex life with you guys," will rolled his eyes again, but that only made the boys start hollering.

"but you have done it before! you heard it here first, folks!" aram exclaimed.

"i bet samy as an equal amount of hickeys on her own chest," ryan smirked.

"no wonder why smitty has the best hands," that joke exploded the entire locker room. the blonde wished he could disappear in that moment or go back in time to where he didn't forget he had hickeys on his chest before he took his shirt off.

"you guys are just jealous i have the girl," will shrugged. some of the boys whistled in response.

"damn right you do!" one of the older guys called. the chirping finally died down and while will was incredibly flushed after all of that, he's ego couldn't be bigger at the moment knowing all the guys knew he had the girl and they were jealous.

—

later that night, samy and will's facetime call connected. the brunette grinned widely as she propped her phone up against something. will quickly returned her smile, "hi beautiful."

"hi will. how was your day?" samy wondered.

"oh, wouldn't you like to know," gabe quickly stuck his head into the frame. will's face flushed as he tried pushing his friend away. samy raised her eyebrow, amusement on her features.

"will you stop barging into my facetime calls?" will said to gabe.

"everyone in the locker room saw the impressive hickeys you left on will's chest," gabe got out as will shoved him out of frame. the blonde's cheeks deepened into a nice red again while samy's own blush appeared across her face.

"i forgot they were there," will mumbled.

"shit, sorry will. how much shit did you get?" samy giggled a little.

"we gave it to him, don't worry. the older guys didn't know you two were dating. called you the girl," gabe cut in again.

"the girl?" samy raised her eyebrows.

"i guess you're kind of a big deal," will chuckled some.

"good to know. makes me wonder how you pulled me if i'm the girl," the brunette flirted some.

"it's a miracle, isn't it?"

#hughes!sister x will smith au #samy x will #will smith hockey #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan

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joemothersfavoritechild · 6 months

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“across the street” pt. 3

-mike schmidt x fem!reader

-3.2k-ish words

-no trauma au

an: sorry, i had a lot going on my life lol. not sure why this one took so long for me to finish, but here it is in all it’s corny glory. also, if it’s bad pls don’t tell me. idk how to do this lmao

summary: you bump into someone at the mall & go on a date with your hot neighbor

part two is here!

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Clothes covered your bedroom floor and you continued adding to the pile. Your date was today. In a few hours, more specifically. Nothing seemed right, lunch is more casual than dinner but you don’t want to be too casual. A dress is probably too much, but leggings are not enough. You grumbled to yourself, Mike probably wasn’t worried about his outfit. He’d probably look good in anything, you decided.

You dropped another hanger on your bed, eyeing the growing pile. How could nothing be appropriate? You had a surplus of clothes, probably too many. How could one guy make you nervous to the point where you hated all of your clothes? Was that normal? Even your favorite dress was hideous to you right now.

Fuck this, you thought. If nothing feels right, you were just going to buy something that did. You were a responsible adult with a savings account, one outfit wouldn’t doom your finances. You reorganized your closet, swiftly taking your phone out to search for the nearest mall.

A mall was a good choice, you thought as you pulled into a parking spot. And being a Tuesday, it wouldn’t be packed full of teenagers. You stepped out of your car, locking it behind you, and walked towards the entrance.

As you walked through the doors, you noticed a map on the wall. Perfect, you can find something that’ll work. There are tons of stores, so you begin your shopping spree.

You spend a while browsing, more window shopping than anything. Clothes at the mall were kind of expensive, making you grimace at the price tags around you. Eventually, you found a small shop with decent prices. You settled on a nice shirt that you found, 22.99. Not too bad, and you could wear a pair of jeans that you had at home. As you checked out with the cashier in front of you, you glanced at the time on your phone. You glanced out of the shop, reading the sign that points to the food court.

You took the bag from the cashier, telling her to have a good day as you walked out of the store. You followed the sign, deciding to grab a treat on your way out. You deserved it.

The food court was massive and surprisingly empty. There was probably a total of ten people scattered around the building. Your eyes scanned the booths, trying to decide on which to stop at. Your eyes caught a familiar figure, doing a double take and stopping in place. Your heart pounded.

It was Mike, in his security uniform. He was surveying the room, hands on his hips. You inspected his face, noticing the serious expression on it. You knew he was a security guard, but seeing him in action was a completely different thing. It was hot.

As if he can sense your presence, you’re caught in his gaze. He’s smirking at you now. Your cheeks heat up, and you look away in embarrassment.

You look back up at him. He’s staring, looking you up and down. He makes eye contact with you again.

Fuck.

Before you can make a run for it, he’s walking towards you. His hands rest on his security belt as he struts towards you. You could make an exit, leave before he got close enough, and claim that you didn’t see him.

But he was fast, cutting through the middle of the food court, he stood in front of you in less than a minute.

“You miss me or something?” He asked. You internally rolled your eyes at his sudden confidence.

“You work here?” You ask, ignoring his question.

“I told you I worked at the mall.”

“I didn’t know it was this mall.”

“What other malls are there?” He asked sarcastically.

“You tell me.” You said, matching his banter.

He tried to hide a smile, but you could see it.

“What’re you doing here?” He asks.

“I was just picking up a shirt. I thought I’d grab a snack.” You answered, and he nodded.

“You like ice cream?”

You thought about it for a second, ice cream sounded good.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Follow me.” He said, leading you through the food court.

He stopped in front of a little shop, the two of you standing side by side. The place was cute, covered in rainbows and pictures of ice cream. He waved at the worker there.

“Your usual, right?” The girl asked.

“Two please.” He corrected.

You watched as she filled two cups with a swirl of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. She placed them on the counter in front of you, inputting something into the register.

“Let me get it.” You say, reaching for your wallet. His hand on your arm stops you.

“I’ve got it.” He says, taking his wallet out of his pocket. It’s small, a simple dark brown leather. Very Mike.

He pays for the ice cream and grabs the cups from the counter. You grab the spoons and some napkins.

“C’mon.” He says, guiding you to a table nearby.

He takes a seat, and you sit in front of him. He pushes your cup towards you and grabs a spoon from your hand. His fingers touch yours for a moment too long.

“Thank you.” You say, scooping some of your ice cream into your mouth. It’s refreshing. The flavors are classic, but not too overpowering and the texture was perfect. Mike knew his ice cream.

“Of course.” He says, copying your movement. He sucks on the spoon for a moment, still making eye contact with you.

You have to look away, your mind putting torturous thoughts in your head. Maybe you were ovulating, or that’s what you told yourself.

His voice brought your eyes back to him. You didn’t hear a word he said.

“What?” You asked, noticing him laughing at you again.

“I asked, do you like it?”

“Oh,” You looked down at your ice cream. “Oh, yeah. It’s good, you didn’t have to buy it though.”

He looked at you in a way that you couldn’t describe, narrowing his eyes. You hid a smile as you watched him.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He said smiling, shrugging and looking away from you.

You kept your eyes on him, pondering conversation topics.

“Long day?” You asked.

“Nah, it’s been okay. I had to kick out some college kids earlier though.”

“No way.” You said in a skeptical voice.

“It’s true, they kept connecting to the speakers and playing weird shit. Fart noises, the whole nine yards.”

“Oh my god.” You said, laughing as you went for another scoop of your treat.

“Living the dream.” He said, pulling another laugh from you.

“You’re funny.”

“I try.”

You smiled at him again despite yourself. God, he was charming. In a “this is just who I am” kind of way. Your hangout went on for at least another fifteen minutes, both of you eating and smiling.

Talking to Mike was easy, he listened to you. And not like a nodding along to appease, like an “I remember every little detail about what you said” kind of way. He asked questions and added things to the conversation. He laughed along to your jokes and widened his eyes when you deemed it appropriate.

Eventually, though, he was torn away from you by the sharp crackle of his walkie-talkie. He eased up from his seat slowly, as though he was being pulled through molasses.

“I’ll see you soon,” He said.

“You will.”

As you watched him walk away, he turned and looked at you again. You smiled and gave him a small wave. His eyes lit up, and he held in a small laugh as he nodded to you.

You sighed as he was out of view.

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You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, desperately looking at yourself. You had already changed, put a little makeup on, and you were attempting to make something of your hair. It seemed to have a mind of its own.

You decided to put it up, choosing a style that suited your face. As you leaned back to glance over yourself, you smiled. You looked nice.

You grabbed your phone, checking the time. You had about five minutes until Mike was supposed to be at your door. You smiled, thanking the universe for your timeliness.

You added a few spritzes of perfume to your ankles, thanking the internet for this piece of your routine. You froze as you heard a knock on the door, your breathing suddenly picked up.

You grabbed your phone, pocketing it as you walked into the living room. You fast walked to the door, looking through the peephole. Mike stood there, staring at his feet while holding a little bouquet. Your heart softened as you opened up the door.

He smiled at you.

“Hi.” You said, taking the flowers from his outstretched hands.

“Hi. Um, I hope these aren’t too much. A guy was selling them on the street, it just made me think of you.”

“No, not too much at all. Thank you, Mike. They’re pretty” You replied, looking at the small flowers.

He had gotten you a bunch of orange carnations, tied together with a green ribbon. Even if it was last minute, the gesture wasn’t lost on you.

“You’re pretty.” He muttered immediately.

When you looked back up at him he had a sheepish grin on his face, almost embarrassed at the words that slipped through his lips.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile, looking back at the flowers in your hands.

“Want to come in for a second? So I can put them in some water?” You asked, opening the door wider at the suggestion.

He nodded, following you inside. He tailed you as you went into the kitchen. You set the flowers on the island when you got close enough.

Vases were not something that you prioritized in your home, so you settled on an old mason jar that you found. As you filled the glass up, you could hear Mike fiddling with the flowers behind you. He met you at the sink, grabbing the jar from you and placing the flowers inside of it. He arranged them in a neater shape, noticing your gaze.

“It’s not a gift if you do all the work.” He stated, placing them behind the sink.

You paused, watching him. He was right, of course, but most people didn’t think that way. Most people gave you the flowers and called it a day, but that wasn’t Mike. Mike was caring, you noticed. Whether it was with you and flowers, or with his sister and the tender way he took care of her. He was a caring man, and you liked it. It was good for you.

“They look good.” You settled on, trying to push the fuzzy feeling to the back of your mind. You suddenly noticed his outfit. He was now in black pants and a grey button-down shirt.

“No uniform? You look nice.” You asked.

“Oh,” He replied, looking down as if he had just noticed. “I brought an extra pair of clothes to work.”

You smiled, god how was he so nice? He got you flowers and went out of his way to look good for you, and this was all after a few days of knowing you.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m starving.” You answered, following him back to the front of the house. You grabbed your bag and locked the door behind you.

The drive to the restaurant was a comfortable silence, the only sound being the quiet radio. His car was on the older side, but it was nice nonetheless. It was clean and smelled nice. Bare minimum, but it was still impressive.

You made small talk on the way.

“How’s work so far? You have to kick any other crazy people out?”

“Eh, it’s fine. It’s funny you say that because there was a crazy lady there today.”

“Oh, yeah?” You asked, suddenly curious.

“Yeah, she was just standing there in the middle of the food court. Totally staring at me.” He continued, eyes wide open as he glanced at you.

“What’d you do?”

“I bought her ice cream.” He said, smiling at the road.

You narrowed your eyes at him, finally understanding.

“That’s just mean.” You said, feigning annoyance.

“No, you don’t understand. Two very separate occasions.” He said as he pulled into a parking spot.

He brought you to a cafe, you realized. It was a small place, but it was beautiful. The inside was very homey, decorated with couches and rugs. The lighting was yellow, really bringing the space together.

He brought you up to the counter, which had plants placed on the corners of the granite. You smiled at him while he ordered, noticing his haste. He’d memorized his order, it was cute.

You ordered your food and drink after him, glancing at the menu as you spoke.

“Oh, and one of those brownies,” Mike added as he took his wallet out of his pocket. Your eyes widened, very curious about this brownie. You had a soft spot for sweets.

The worker nodded and then rang them up. As you walked with Mike to a couch in the corner, you spoke up.

“Let me send you my half, please.” You said, talking about the money.

“No way.” He laughed, sitting next to you on the plush loveseat.

“It’s common knowledge that the person who asks the other out pays.”

“Must not be very common, because I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He teased, looking at you mischievously. You shook your head at him.

“You’re annoying.”

“I was funny earlier.” He continued his teasing.

“That was earlier.” You retorted, narrowing your eyes at him.

He tried and failed to hold in his laugh. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

Soon enough, your food came. It was really good. Mike’s was also good, you assumed, as he very loudly groaned at his first bite.

“Let me try it, if it’s so amazing.” You suggested, holding your fork towards his meal.

“Go for it, you won’t be disappointed.” He said, pushing his plate towards you. You slowly took a bite of his food, trying to hide your enjoyment.

It was good, though you would think it’d be awful. He had gotten some weird salad, one with grilled chicken, apple slices, and a pomegranate vinaigrette. You chewed slowly, trying to put a facade of disgust on. He didn’t fall for it.

“Ah, you like it. I can tell.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, stubbornly.

Your date went really well, eating and talking about yourselves. That’s what dates were for, so you went all out. The two of you talked about your plans for the future, what you wanted out of life, and your equally boring and unfulfilling jobs. Eventually, though, the topics landed on parents.

“So your parents won’t babysit Abby, ever?” You asked with raised eyebrows. He sipped on his coffee.

“Nope. We haven’t spoken since I moved out and took her with me.”

“I’m so sorry, Mike.” You said emphatically, you knew what shitty parents were like.

“Don’t be, they sucked. Were yours any better?”

“Not really. We’ve just never really gotten along.” You said with a shrug. He nodded in understanding.

“Seems like we’re in the same boat.” He said, nursing his coffee again.

“Tell me a little more about Abby.” You changed the subject, desperate to know something about the girl you were going to be babysitting during the weekends. Mike’s eyes lit up.

He told you that her favorite color was purple. She loved drawing, puppies, and any form of glitter. She was very girly and always wanted to give him makeovers. She liked to build forts and loved spaghetti and pizza.

Hearing more about Abby made you adore her even more. You loved kids and they always seemed to gravitate towards you. It seemed like babysitting would be fun, especially since you had some tips on what she liked.

Your date had to come to an end at some point, although you were both hesitant to depart from the bubble you had created.

Mike still had to work for the rest of the afternoon, and no matter how many times he told you that they didn’t care, you didn’t want to get him in trouble. He drove you back home, holding your hand in his the whole time.

When you stopped in front of your house he stopped you from opening the car door.

“Wait.” He mumbled, jumping out of the car and running to the passenger side. He opened the door for you, holding out your hand to help you out.

“How chivalrous.” You commented and you stepped out of the vehicle.

“You know me.” He said, shutting the car behind you. He followed you onto the sidewalk in front of your house, walking you towards it.

“This is me.” You said sarcastically as you walked to the front door. He smiled at your words, letting out a little chuckle.

He followed you to your front steps, just looking at you. You returned his gaze, suddenly warm with the tension that you felt. You looked at him curiously, as he glanced at your lips. You understood his intentions.

“Can I?” He asked, getting closer to you.

“Please.” You whispered.

He pulled you close by your hips, your fronts touching. You giggled at the quick movement, cut off by his lips on yours. You closed your eyes on instinct. His lips were soft and warm, all sweetness.

After a few moments of gentle kissing, you pulled away from him smiling. He shared your sentiments, smiling at you as he pushed a stray hair behind your ear.

You had wanted this so bad. And the real thing was even better than you had imagined, it made you want more. You crushed your lips back onto his, eagerly this time. He met your pace with vigor, picking up on the lust behind your actions.

He pushed you up against the door with his hands at your waist. You hungrily pulled him closer by his hair. He groaned into your mouth, allowing your tongue in. You sighed as he brought you impossibly closer.

God, he tasted good, like the brownie you shared earlier, and something else that was distinctively him. His hands eased under your shirt, kneading into the skin of your stomach.

He spread your legs apart with his knees, caging you in a little bit more. You moaned shamelessly when he pressed it up against the crotch of your jeans. He breathed it in like a breath of fresh air.

The sound of a front door shutting brought you both back into the present. He detached his lips from yours, drawing deep breaths. You felt his warm breath on your face.

His glossy eyes looked down on you as he licked his lips. He rested his forehead against yours, both of you coming down from the high of making out on your doorstep.

You started smiling at the situation, pulling one out of him as well. He pecked your lips again as if he couldn’t bear to be away from them. You fought against pulling him back to you. You suddenly remembered his words from the day before.

“On the first date? I thought you wanted to take it slow.” You remarked, he chuckled.

“I just needed to taste you.” He said, kissing your lips again. Your eyes closed involuntarily.

“And it’s basically our second date, so it cancels out.” He murmured as he pulled away.

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closetnerd62 · 5 months

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Punch-drunk and in Love

A Lautski fic

Takes place after abstinence camp when Steph and Pete go back to school

Author’s note: this is my first fic so pls be gentle and I have an idea for a pt.2 so lmk if there’s any interest thanks!

Eyes of teenagers followed as Stephanie Lauter trudged through the halls of Hatchetfield High. She had always hated back to school time but after the rumors of last year, things had only gotten worse for her.

“Hey Steph, has the body count reached triple digits yet?”

“Or did Abstinence Camp do you some good?” girls jeered at her.

How original. Steph had been brushing off comments for years but slowly they had

begun to wear her down.

—

As she stumbled into her English class she was greeted by a familiar face. Peter Spankoffski. On account of Stephanie’s father confiscating her phone after her return from camp, the two had not been able to keep in touch over the two weeks between camp and school. Even so, a shy, but obvious smile crept across Pete’s face as she sat down next to him.

“For a minute there I thought you were gonna ditch me for the cool kids.” Pete laughed, hitting Steph with his signature goofy grin.

“After we fought off a sex-hating forest demon together? Fat chance, Spankoffski.” The two had fallen right back in rhythm with each other. Steph had missed this.

Struggling, as usual, to pay attention to her teacher, Steph found herself watching Peter for most of the class period. The way he took notes despite it only being the first day, the surprising neatness of his handwriting scrawled on the page, the way he glanced over at her for a split second sometimes. She quickly pulled her gaze away each time he caught her staring, trying hard to hide her blushing.

At the end of the class period she noticed him fidgeting, like he was hyping himself up for something. As the bell rang and the pair gathered their belongings to go to there next class, she was just about to say goodbye when-

“Hey Steph,” Pete mumbled, “would you mind meeting me out by the flagpole after school? I’ve kind of got something I want to talk to you about.”

“Anything for you Pete.” She teased as they went their separate ways.

–

“Well if it isn’t everyone’s favorite bad girl, Stephanie Lauter.” Max Jagerman approached

Steph as she waited by the flagpole. In retrospect she can’t remember why she was ever friends with the asshole. She knew he sucked, but after she had gotten dropped from the popular crowd over the rumors last year? God, had he gotten worse. “You think you could squeeze me in for a blowie? I know you’ve got a busy rotation.”

“Shut up Jagerman.” She spat back. Cheeks getting hot. It was getting harder and harder not to take what people said to heart.

“Calm down Sweetheart. I’m just saying, if you’re giving em out so much, I wanna sign up early, make sure I get on that list.”

“She said shut up Jagerman.” Peter appeared behind Steph. His voice was practically a squeak. Steph could feel him, tense, beside her. Steph had seen him get bullied by Max for years, she knew how Peter was terrified of him. But there he was.

“Oh! I see Petey here beat me to it. Don’t worry you don’t have to defend her just because she got you off once, she’s a little SLUT!”

Before anyone knew what was happening Peter swung, fist colliding with Max’s face. A mix of rage and embarrassment for allowing a nerd like Peter to even land a punch fueled Max. He came back at Pete, pounding him over and over again. Steph could see the blood spout from his nose. Without thinking she too swung at the bully, landing her punch right on his temple. Jagerman collapsed, out cold.

Stephanie rushed towards Pete, cradling his head.

“Let’s get you out of here, before he comes too. I have first aid supplies at my house.” Stephanie gently led Peter to her car.

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Steph burst through her front door, Peter’s arm slung over her shoulder as she ushered him into the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the bathtub, leaned against the wall. After scouring for band aids and antiseptic, she straddled the tub’s edge and began to tend his wounds. She tenderly wiped the blood from his face, helped him wash his hands, and cleaned the lacerations that covered his face. Aside from some soft groans at the sting of the antiseptic, Pete didn’t say much. Just stared at Steph in a dazed wonder. It wasn’t until she was wrapping and bandaging that he spoke up.

“You’re really pretty.” he murmured in a punch-drunken stupor. Steph couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” A stupid smile spread across his face. Steph blushed.“I really wanna kiss you again.” he blurted. Steph froze for just a second. Ever since camp she had missed the boy, missed his hair, missed his goofy grin, missed his stupid suspenders, missed their connection, the way things just flowed when she was with him, the way she felt she could be herself. Although she hadn’t been able to admit it to herself, much less say it out loud, she yearned to see his face again, to have him back in her life, to have his lips back on hers.

“Let’s get you some rest.” She said with a gentle smile as she led him to the couch. As she watched the light rise and fall of his chest as he drifted to sleep, she couldn’t help but think, maybe this year won’t be so bad.

#hatchetfield #starkid #npmd #starkid npmd #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetverse #pete spankoffski #starkid abstinence camp #stephanie lauter #lautski #Lautski fan fic #nightmare time

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cece’s note repost from my other account pt. one so if u think uve seen this u probably have lmao ‧ pairing jacob bae x reader ‧ genre user ceebit smut debut… ‧ wc pls don’t ask me questions i can’t answer

“keep your eyes ahead. you know i don’t like repeating myself.”

you’re trying. and you know he knows, eyes trained on your every move for the past hour, but his words still bite. a whimper falls past your lips, low in sound as you fight to keep from looking away.

because the sight in front of you is sinful. his smile his faint, expression easygoing as always, but the more your gaze travels downward, the more the coil just below your stomach threatens to snap. your following exhale is broken, and he hums something soft in acknowledgment.

his shirt brushes against bare skin and you’re reminded about the state of your undress—and you look away from the mirror with something akin to embarrassment. jacob tuts lowly, lips brushing just shy of your ear when he frowns, and sighs quietly.

“you never learn,” he mutters, free hand moving to gently turn your head back forward. “what am i going to do with you?”

you sniffle quietly, lips parted to give some kind of an answer you think he might be willing to accept, but his fingers curl right when you take a breath and you lungs wheeze out something strangled instead.

“that’s new,” he notes, pleasant surprise written across his features. your head spins and spins and spins. “didn’t know you could do that.” do it again, is the underlying meaning, and a few tears slide down your cheeks.

you know he doesn’t mean to make you cry. jacob is far from the kind to even exude any kind of anger towards you—patience personified, you sometimes claim—but to put toying with your emotions behind closed doors beneath him? his touch deliberate even in front of others?

you’ve made that mistake more than once. he’s right, you know. you haven’t learned, but he’s more than happy to push and prode and take until it sticks.

“close—please.” voice warbled, fresh tears fill your waterline the more his relentless pace keeps up. he only hums faintly in response, seemingly amused by your weak attempts at closing your legs. “can i—i need—”

“go ahead.”

your body sags against his with relief, nails digging into his arms as words you’re sure are well off coherency spill past your lips. static buzzes in your ears against the heightened feeling of denied orgasms past—god, please the only thing you hear your voice turned hoarse plead almost pathetically.

he takes pity on you. like he always does, thumb swiping over your clit the same moment his lips brush against your neck, grazing the skin ever so softly, and oh—something white hot lights a spark up your entire spine. you think you might be crying but you can’t feel anything but his hands and the slow expanse of your lungs desperately trying to suck in air.

“pretty,” he coos, voice low at a whisper, and you can only duck your head and try to catch your breath.

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incorrectsprolden · 1 year

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your heartstopper faves if we could see more of their social media accounts lol: 3/?— NICK NELSON

i’d like to think that nick would try to plan his instagram feed but he’s a bisexual, so he’d be a little indecisive; but he’s trying his best. i love him lol

i really wanna do michael’s instagram next, so drop your fave fancasts of him and other suggestions!!

click the links to check out my other edits; we have CHARLIE and TORI done so far. feel free to like, reblog or comment– i really appreciate it!!

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cfspring: i’ll cry nick- i’ll cry so loud

nicholaszzzzz: its my boyfriend privilege to announce your birthday to the world. i love you, my love 💙

tara.jones.xo: absolute cuties– happy birthday charlie!! 🎉

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nicholaszzzzz: tell me you like the mcu without telling me you like the mcu… i’ll go first

nicholaszzzzz: also charlie got me the ‘i love you 3000’ sign and before you all ask, yes i cried

cfspring: you cried a lot, actually 🥹

the.xu.tao: we need to work on expanding your movie taste nicholas because this is a crime

nicholaszzzzz: then you’re gonna be real upset when you see my iron man shrine

tara.jones.xo: the colour coordination of the photo collage, we love to see it

itsellesuniverse: from one artist to another, yes

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nicholaszzzzz: rugby szn ft. a charlie spring cameo

reading_with_isaac: does anyone here actually understand the game of rugby

the.xu.tao: nope absolutely not

tara.jones.xo: why do you think i do ballet?

darcytheegg: at least i got to know the local gays

saharsguitar: i just wanna watch one game

cfspring: SKSKSKSK YES COME WATCH!!

cfspring: @/nottorispring wanna come too? 👀

nottorispring: you would have to pay me so much money to watch a sports game, charles

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nicholaszzzzz: one thing about me, i LOVE minimalism 🪷

imogen.heaney: i think we as a society need to talk about how nice nick’s handwriting is bc- hello??!!

darcytheegg: okay pull through with the MUJI brand

cfspring: get ✍️ nick ✍️ more ✍️ muji ✍️ stuff ✍️

nicholaszzzzz: stop do not spend that much on me charlie

cfspring: don’t tell me what to do nick

the.xu.tao: stop flirting in the comments pls-

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nicholaszzzzz: staring at the sunset, babe 🌅

the.xu.tao: okay has anyone checked up on charlie?

nottorispring: he’s been screaming and crying for 10 minutes now lol

itsellesuniverse: the taylor swift lyric, okay i like it

saharsguitar: @/cfspring bestie, are you okay?? comment something to let us know

cfspring: OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD 😭😭😭

cfspring: unfollow me now, this is gonna be the only thing i talk about for the next week

darcytheegg: rip charlie spring, nothing happened to him expect nicholas luke nelson

imogen.heaney: photo credits to me, you’re welcome

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nicholaszzzzz: the world is so obsessed with defining sexuality for everyone and attaching labels to it. any time any person openly leaves the sexual norm, their sexuality becomes, more often than not, the absolute defining characteristic of that person.

it becomes the first thing people think about and often the first thing they mention. every other part of that person all but disappears — dan pearce 💗💜💙

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sugar-omi · 11 months

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i have a request!! i headcanon that cove is a sub leaning switch and likes to dom every now and then but i can imagine him and reader having a sort of like?? competition?? to see who will submit first!! in my mind he loses the competition and submits first but if you wanna change it up you can!! there’d lots of teasing and foreplay and i feel he’d be sooo desperate for it like shaking and pleading (or you can make reader the desperate one if ur switching it up!!!) I LOVE UR ACCOUNT THANK UUU

GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE pls I've been thinking abt how cove likes some fight for dominance... think abt how if you go to his room in the happiness moment <333 says EVERYTHING also imma prbly gonna have to make a part 2 bc this is everything i didn't know i desperately needed

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/masc/nb readers, sub/bottom cove, dom/top reader, this is really long, long haired cove, begging, scratching, biting, spanking, brat cove + brat tamer reader, fingering cove, hand jobs, you call cove names (baby, brat)

synopsis : you and cove struggle for who gets to top the other, spoiler: you win.

it was a battle of tongues, hands, and teeth.

cove loved acting bratty, threatening to take dominance from you. it was always so hot, cove had his hands under your shirt and grinding against your lap.

something you didn't give him permission to do.

cove whined, pulling away and he brings his hand up to his bottom lip that you just bit. it hurt but it felt good, the action going straight to his cock.

you grabbed his hips, digging your nails into his skin. your palm felt hot in his hands. "i didn't tell you to touch me there."

"i know." cove felt his heart shake at the hazy look in your eyes. before he could think of another sassy quip, your hand comes down on his behind swift and quick.

"ah!"

you sooth the area you just spanked. "stop being a brat and let me take care of you."

cove shakes, easily succumbing to you. he loves you ordering him around and leading him far too much.

"stand up and strip."

cove swallows, moving with your hands pushing his body off you and he stands up, he can almost feel the blood moving in his veins and he's painfully aware of his erection straining against his boxers.

"boxers too."

he squeaks, his hopes of not standing in front of you naked while you're fully clothed goes unanswered.

cove's cock hangs heavy between his legs, pre bubbling at his tip. while cove is looking off to the side, embarrassed but far more turned on than anything, you sink to your knees in front of him.

"w-what are you doing?.."

you grin, running your hands up and down his sides. "just be good for me, okay?"

cove nods and moans sharply before he can give a verbal response, not that he'd be able to give a reliable one anyway. your hands move from his hips to his thigh and cock.

the warmth of your hand on his thigh tries to send him strength, but the way your hand squeezes and strokes his cock plus your mouth sucking on his red weeping tip has him weak still.

cove shakes, taking a fistful of your hair in his hand and he hunches over, trying not to fall to the floor.

"a-ah so good..." cove mumbles, some things audible and some things you can't decern. "can't- oh god- can't i sit down?.. agh! please.."

you stop teasing him for a moment, enjoying the whine that follows when you detach from his blushing tip. "but i like watching you shake like this." you refer to his shaky legs, his body trembling from the pleasure.

cove pants, the room and your touch suddenly too hot.

seeing your boyfriends plight, you give mercy and stand up. "okay baby, go ahead and get on the bed."

cove easily falls into the bed, the distance between the ottoman on the other side of your shared bedroom, and the bed, short.

you start stripping, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and you can't help but laugh as cove uses his eyes to drink in every inch of exposed skin.

with your undergarments finally added to the pile of clothes, you crawl on top of cove and happily settle in his lap, content now that he isn't fighting you for control.

at least, thats what you thought.

cove throws you backwards, your head now at the foot of the bed. before you can protest the change and reprimand him, cove kisses you, his tongue easily slipping into your open lips.

you welcome this change for now, and in a small act of revenge, drag your nails across his shoulders to his biceps. cove moans, shivering.

cove detaches from your lips, moving on to your neck and he begins leaving soft marks. you take this chance to reprimand him. "i didn- oh- i didn't tell you to get," you sigh shakily when cove sucks on a special spot on your neck. "to get on top of me!"

you feel him grin. bastard. "i don't need you to tell me to do anything."

you laugh, knowing that is very much so a lie. "oh really? so you don't like when i tell you how to stroke your cock, or when i tell you how to move yourself on my cock/a dildo?"

cove stutters and shakes when you say that, recalling all the times you made him get himself off on your cock/strap and the one time, while you were out of town, you told him how to fuck himself while you were on a videocall.

"or how about all the times i finally let you come, after you take everything i give you so well. do you not need me to do that anymore, baby?"

cove, in his embarrassment and flustered state as he imagines and soaks in everything you say, slumps against your body and hides in your neck.

you push him back until he hits the pillows, his long hair more tussled than it was this morning.

"why don't you stop fighting baby, and let me take care of you. do you wanna be inside of me or do you want me to fuck you?"

cove pants, thinking about both possibilities. "i.. i dunno. can't decide."

you hum, "that's okay," you reach over him for the lube in your bedside table. "i still wanna play with you anyway so just sit still." cove whines loudly, although its more of a squeak at your shameless admission than anything.

you pour the lube into your hand, and warm it up between your fingers before circling a finger around cove's entrance. cove moans at the intrusion, his hands fisting the pillows and he moves his hips a bit in a desperate and horny plea for more.

you push down on his hips, forcing him to stop circling them. "ah-ah, don't move. use your big-boy words if you want something." cove whines at your reprimand, finding no joy of his own in your teasing.

he gasps for air, shoving his face into the pillow. "please.. more." you move the singular digit, hearing a muffled dissatisfied groan escape cove. "look at me baby, tell me what you want."

cove lets out a huff through his nose, although its not one of frustration if his blushing face and breathy moans are anything to go by. it takes a few seconds, but with the encouragement of your gaze and cove's carnal need for more, "please.. y/n.. more." cove swallows, his adams apple bobbing "i-i can take two..."

cove's eyes get teary, and his blush seems to run down his chest as well from his fluster. he looks so desperate, so dirty like this. god he's so sexy.

happily following his request, you add another finger and are rewarded with a loud moan when your fingers curl against his soft insides.

even though cove was being more bratty than usual, you can't help but reward him. he's so cute and so sweet, yet so sensual when you have him under you like this. you wrap your other hand around his cock, it makes cove flinch but he just thrusts into your hand and the way your fingers rut against his insides from the involuntary movement makes cove whine.

you're definitely getting a noise complaint, but that doesn't matter right now when cove is trembling with pleasure, his cock leaking pre and his hole clenching around your fingers when you hit all the pleasurable spots of his gummy insides.

"that's it baby, keep grinding against my fingers. are you gonna come?" you praise, leaning over cove and latching onto the nipple he wasn't playing with. cove moans sharply at the sudden feeling of your mouth on his chest, pinching his nipple hard but its not unwelcomed.

"good boy, go ahead and come whenever you want." you pick up the pace, stroking his cock faster and curling your fingers against a sensitive spot that made him cry out.

cove looks at you with hooded eyes, half his face buried in the pillow. "y/n.. ahh. k-kiss me."

you let go of his chest, your saliva trying to keep a web between your mouth and his nipple but the string breaks and your wet lips meet cove's kiss-swollen and bitten ones. the kiss is messy but its so hot and he loves you so much, you're so nice to him and you treat him so well.

like now, your thumb lovingly runs over his tip and cove comes into your hand, his moans muffled by your lips.

you remove your fingers from his fluttering hole, tangling them in the sheets that you're definitely going to change later, and you kiss cove's face while you stroke him to completion.

cove lays limp, meeting your lips again in exchange for tender pecks. you pull back completely, brining your cum-covered hands up to cove's willing lips.

the look he gives you is sinful, and the heat between you tells you you're not done with each other, if it wasn't already obvious.

"round two?"

#our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden smut #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #olba #smut #cove our life #cove holden x mc smut #cove holden x reader smut #our life #our life beginnings and always

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sillygraham · 4 months

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Great Love ✧

pairing ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ada wong x leon s. kennedy

warnings ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ leons like a loser in luv..sorta , making out n smooching , drinking , suggestive , not proof read , poor grammar...

a/n ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ woah...not an x reader fic...aeon antis Pls get off my account and dnt atk me thxx :3...ANWAYYY listen to great love by flyleaf, fic is HEAVILY INSPIRED BY IT

Great love setting the world on fire / I am in awe of who you are / And it's Your love I'm living for

Seeing her once again would never not surprise him. Ada Wong, the woman he met and ultimately fell in love with in Racoon City. He could never forget her, a part of him that would forever be.

The two stand across from eachother, always on opposing sides.

"Leon, it's nice to see you once again," Ada admits, giving Leon that smile he thinks about every night.

He gives a slight nod, humming in acknowledgement. "Haven't heard from you in a while."

Without responding, Ada walks past the blonde. Looking back as if to give him the signal to follow and that he does.

The two walk in silence for a bit. The only sound being the click of Adas heels and Leons jacket rubbing against itself with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He asks, "so, what's up?"

He almost feels embarrassed with the way he sounds. Almost like how he did 17 years ago. With his sickeningly soft voice, still like the boy that was just accepted into the RPD. Then, he perks up, like a dog who just heard the crinkle of his treats when he hears Adas quiet laugh. He would have to say that's his favorite sound, with how rarely he hears it. It's a treasure for him.

"Just wanted to catch up," she hums. "About Alcatraz, heard you got infected again." She stops and turns to look back at him, "can never get a break, can you?" He can tell shes teasing him. She has that glint in her eye as well as her tone.

He smiles. And it's not one that's sarcastic and such, it's genuine. A genuine smile as he lets out a soft laugh.

"Guess I never can, huh?" He replies. "Neither of us can," her eyes drift off for a second before going back to Leon. "Wish we could." Ada hums out.

Leon gets closer to Ada, grabbing her hand and having their fingers intertwine, "maybe we could. Just forget our jobs, just disappear without a trace."

She stares at their connected hands for a second and lets out a sigh.

"You know we can't."

"We could try."

She leans her forehead on his as he cups her cheek with his free hand.

"Please, Ada." His voice quiet. The two stand in silence for a bit, Leon caressing her cheek and their breathing being in sync.

She moves her head back and looks at him in the eyes. Her free hand sliding up and going to rest in his hair as she pulls him in for a kiss.

Leon releases the other and rests his hands on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. They separate for a second to catch their breath and go back into it. Leon attempting to fight for dominance but when Ada grips his hair even harder, almost as if she could just rip a patch off he gives in. Letting her take the full control of the kiss

After a few long seconds they officially separate, a string of saliva still connecting the two for a split second. Ada tucks a stray hair behind Leons ear and she smiles.

"Hope we can see eachother soon again." She gives his cheek a soft peck and he leans into it.

"Do you have to go? Why can't you just come home with me?" He asks despite knowing why already.

"You know why, Leon," her eyebrows frown as she caresses his cheek, her nails giving a satisfying scratch he cherishes.

Placing his hand atop hers, he says, "I'll be waiting."

"I know." She lets out a laugh out her nose before retracting her hand and begins to walk into the night. Leon shoves his hands into his jackets pockets, staring for a second before a car zooming by brings him back into reality. He turns away and walks the opposite direction, looking back once; wondering when they'll see eachother again.

A month or two go by, Leon doesn't remember, not like he's keeping track. Currently he sits alone in his favorite bar that he hasn't been to in a while. Loud music playing while people are chatting away. He's too focused on his glass, swirling around the last sip of his alcohol mindlessly that he doesn't notice the woman in red sit down next to him. That is, until he sees another glass slide into his line of sight. That pulls him out of his daze and he lifts his head up, looking to his side. He was going to reject the glass but then his words get caught in his mouth when he sees its her. Ada looking from the side of her eye while sipping on her own drink.

"Ada...Didn't except to see you here."

"Neither did I. But, it's a pleasant surprise, don't you think?"

He chuckles and takes the final sip of his original drink before moving to the one Ada seemingly ordered for him.

"Yeah...How has everything been? Anything new going on?"

She shakes her head, now facing Leon. Leaning on her hand.

'She seems quite bored...' Leon mentally notes.

"How about you?" Now it's Leons turn to shake his head, swirling the drink once again.

"Nothing worth telling. Just the usual." He shrugs. They sit in silence for a few, enjoying eachothers company despite being in a crowded area.

When Leon finishes his drink he asks, "hey, wanna get out of here? Maybe go back to mine?"

She thinks for a second before ultimately nodding. As she finishes the last of her drink, getting down from the barstool. Leon pays off his tab and steps down as well. They maneuver through the crowd and leave. Leon doesn't really live far, he did walk but it had gotten quite cold and now he regrets not taking a car or even his newest bike.

"Hey, did you walk here too?" He shoves his hands in his jacket to attempt and stay warm.

"No, I didn't, luckily. It seems to have gotten colder...How long were you even at this bar anyway?"

"Ah...Lost track of time...Think I got here around 6?" The time now being almost 12 A.M. Ada lets out a sound of acknowledgement as she walks to her ride.

It's a motorcycle and Leon whistles. "You ride these too?" He asks and Ada nods, "just got this one last week." She mounts her bike and revs it. She looks back at Leon, "you getting on?"

He stares in silence for a second before getting on behind her. Ada slides her helmet back on and Leon hesitantly wraps his arms around her waist, securing himself behind her.

She starts her ride and goes to Leons house. Leon having to bury his face into Adas neck to help ignore the sting of cold air hitting his face as Ada didn't have an extra helmet.

She already knew the way to his house considering this isn't her first time over and when they arrive she parks on the side. Getting off her bike and taking off her helmet she offers her hand to Leon.

He glances down to it and then back to her face, clearly unimpressed. "Really?" He scoffs.

"What? Is there something wrong with wanting to help you down?" She teases. He rolls his eyes and shoves her hand away as she shakes her head, a soft chuckle escaping her. He gets down and fishes his key out his pocket while walking to his front door. He unlocks the door and opens it, allowing Ada to enter first.

He follows behind her, removing his jacket and she does the same, hanging them up on the coat rack. The two also remove their shoes, setting them by the entrance. They move so naturally around eachother, it's as if they live with each other or something.

" 'M gonna change...I think I might have some clothes for you as well, if you want to get out of those clothes." Leon yawns. Ada nods, following Leon to his room. She's silently grateful that Leon had decided to buy her comfortable clothes, basically pajamas for his.

When they to the room, Leon takes off his shirt and grabs the sweatpants he had on his bed. He unbutton his jeans, sliding them off and putting on the sweats. He sits on the bed as Ada grabs the clothes she wants to wear. She chooses a black top and these pair of pants that have with a cute bear print on them.

She unbutton her shirt, letting it fall beneath her as she puts her top on then switches out her pants

Folding her clothes, placing them on the bedside table, she joins Leon on the bed.

He brushes his hand against hers and she looks at him. His eyes are seemingly focused on her lips and she smiles. Turning her body, she places her hands on both sides of his face and pulls him into a kiss.

His eyes flutter close and he begins to lay back. Ada adjusts to be atop of him, mounting his lap. He starts to slide his hand up her top, resting his hand just a bit below one of her breasts.

Grunting when Ada decides to roll her hips against him. She pulls back and begins to nip at Leons neck. Biting and sucking—leaving marks behind. One that would last a while. He whimpers under her.

Leon finally slides his hand fully over her breast, giving a small squeeze. He bites his lip, trying to cover up his whimpers and moans.

Ada pulls away from his neck. "You know, you don't need to be quiet around me..."

"Yeah...I-I know. It's just..." He stutters, his voice getting quiet as he goes on, not really having a reason to why he tries to be quiet.

Ada gives him a soft kiss, caressing his cheek and sitting up, she can feel sleep taking over her and so can Leon.

"You getting tired too?" She mumbles and he nods. They adjust on the bed and go under the blankets. Leon moving down to rest between Adas breasts and slowly drift off the sleep as she messes with his rough hair.

"Maybe we can continue in the morning...yeah?" He looks up at her and she hums in agreement.

"Goodnight, Lee, I love you."

He brings her closer, placing a kiss on her chest, "I love you too."

The two now drift off into slumber, in each other's arms and this is mostly everything they could ask for.

a/n 2 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ Happy new years eve everyone! or happy new years...its still dec 31st 4 me lolol..this fic has been in my drafts for a while n a rly hope u guys enjoyed this ^o^ !! again if u dont like aeon pls dont interact w this account or This story. why would u read things of stuff u dont like??

#sillygraham #resident evil #aeon #ada wong #leon kennedy #ada wong x leon kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil death island #leon kennedy x ada wong #leon s kennedy #fluff #resident evil fluff #re

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maximotts · 1 year

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So you rather have us not be anon and be doxxed/harassed by you guys than be anonymous? Lmao y’all are tripping seriously. Do you guys know it’s the internet right? Meaning the internet is filled with all kinds of people with different types of views so getting mad at me and other wlw folks that has the same views as me is hella funny knowing we don’t care for you’re guy’s opinion on calling us terfs.

Unless you guys are paying our bills, don’t get your panties in a twist just cause a stranger on the INTERNET has a different viewpoint than you do. We’re humans too and because of a different viewpoint from yours, we don’t deserve the harassment. Y’all started this “drama” just cause one you, your fellow mutuals, or followers wanted to be a stalker on someone else’s account. Pls be fr. You guys are seriously not giving hope for our generation

If you don’t care then why are you here on my blog lmao this is big embarrassing for you. I reblog like what, two posts about this issue and you’re here to say I started drama. Also if your likes are public, that’s on you, it’s not stalking? 💀

My point is that it’s telling that you’re supposedly SO for this transphobic rhetoric and yet you won’t show yourself to back your claim. I’d rather get asks like yours every day for the rest of my life and continue to support trans people, making sure that my blog is ACTUALLY a safe space for trans people and actively against transphobia than be some faceless anon who doesn’t have the spine to have face to face discourse.

Yes it’s the internet but like you said, all types of people exist on the internet and subsequently deserve to feel safe/know if someone in their community LITERALLY doesn’t think they’re real/their identity is valid/thinks their very existence is some plight upon the earth. One day you’ll be old enough to realize that things like pineapple on pizza is a different viewpoint, not whether a literal human’s existence is real to you or not.

Idk who this “we” is that’s getting harassed, especially since you’re on anon so? but I certainly have nothing to do with that nor have I perpetuated that behavior so you can go deal with that on whatever your blog is. My advice would be to turn off anon or stop engaging with any anons you don’t want to answer.

Anyways yes I do really think it gives hope for our generation for people in a community to prioritize safety and security of trans people over their platform and fear of discourse.

#reblogging posts = tripping now y’all lmao make me laugh harder #I think the best thing is when people think anyone caring about something is being Too Much #anon asks.#answered.

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sirensplayhouse · 1 year

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This ask just reminded me

Okkkk so I don’t know if u guys remember but i was one of the anons who was complaining about this ig blog who kept shoving her beliefs down peoples throats and saying revision isnt natural and how people in ur life arent real and blahhhh blah blah. She found out 🤭 because earlier today, she removed her pfp, deleted her posts and sent me a message. I was debating sending this bcus i was scared of her but Idc bc what she gonna do?? Roar at me?

Here’s what she said:

(she said the r word so just a beware)

cnp: “you’re a stupid ass bitch i hope u know that lmao. ranting about me to another account and swearing your beliefs are right. u really think my followers wouldn’t tell me? bitch they sent me screenshots you thought you were slick PLSSSSS I’M PISSING THROUGH MY PANTS 😂😂 thank fuck i don’t have tumblr, stupid ass apps for retarded ass people 🤣 revision isn’t a proper nor real manifestation babes because tell me why you didn’t get your desire the first time if revision is so “real” 😂? why’d you have to revise it 😂? retarded cunts. y’all dumb ass mothafuckas think you can go on other accounts and hate on the LITERAL truth. shut the fuck up pls it’s embarrassing LMAOAOOA 💀 anyways! don’t bother asking me for help ever again!!! i’m leaving this toxic ass community. ”

🤣nahhhh drop the @ because one thing I don’t play about is that , because first off ain’t nobody gotta screenshot shit off my blog because I said wtf I said and stand on 10 tens behind it😂two , she can go to the deepest depths of hell twice on a Tuesday 🖤and three thank fuck she’s leaving the community with her toxic limiting ass beliefs the hell😂

and I hope whoever sent her the screenshots see this too and send em😘

and heavy on the wtf is she gonna do 😂got me hot over here

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roleplayfinder · 2 years

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MINOR!!! 14 (my age is also in my bio)

I like to roleplay the Tokyo Revengers fandom

I do Oc x Canon and I'm okay with BxB, BxF, FxF

I prefer private roleplays but I do double!

Basic plot I have several that go with my character but here's one as an example:

(My OC) was the childhood friend of the Sanos so when Mikey met Draken, she met Draken. She easily got a huge crush on the boy that she got teased by Mikey and Shin.

Along following the original timeline, (My OC) was never allowed to join Toman due to the fact she was a girl and would just slow them down (when in reality Mikey didn’t want to deal with her getting injuries) And soon enough she found out about Draken and Emma crushing over each other.

(My OC) got jealous of Emma easily for her beauty and having the boy of her dreams in her sister-like friend's grasp. She then debates if she wants to follow the girl code of sisters before misters or try to win Draken's heart as the line between their friendship becomes more with the other problems of gang wars and being a target due to how close she was to Mikey.

the preferred platform I can do is Tumblr (beware I am new to Tumblr roleplay!) I also have an account on Quotev here (pls do not judge why I have this account its a long, personal, and embarrassing story)

You can just dm me! I am online a lot and internet surfing a lot of the time lol

#under eighteen #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers roleplay #tokyo revengers rp

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astralsi · 2 years

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tag game!!

thank u for my bro my bestie the llight of my life @moodnamars for the tag :))

Why did you choose your url? - ehehe i was deep deep in my star wars phase and also stars!! and planets !! astralsi :0 i like space

How long have you been on tumblr? - oof.... since i was like 10 or so almost 8 years id say..? but id been on the tumblr interest life for 3 years before so a LONG time

Do you have a queue tag? - nope :)

Why did you start your blog in the first place? - uhm i was embarrassing on the other one <3 this is my second account and its going better this time :) no i was just a band nerd before and it was messy i just needed a fresh start! and actually made a simblr this time

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? - winona :') peak gender

Why did you choose your header? - for the vibes honestly but i also realised it really pins down the raven boys vibes

What’s your post with the most notes? -

it has 117k notes... im deceased

How many mutuals do you have? - oof idek many!!

How many followers do you have? - 861 :) ILY ALL

How many people do you follow? - 220 omg two more and im at 222

Have you ever made a shitpost? - uhm yes obviously have you seen me?

How often do you use tumblr each day? - i cycle through pinterest-tumblr-discord like prayer beads on a rosary so uhm,,,, a lot :')

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? -not really idk i dont care enough to yell at people

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts? - help do those still exist

Do you like tag games? - yes! i sometimes forget to do them but they can be fun :)

Do you like ask games? - even more so i never get asks pls ;-; pls ask me stuff

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? - @literalite hey my famous bestie aha

Do you have a crush on a mutual? - i did once but you'll never know :)

id tag everyone but my brain is blanking so :) if you wanna do this feel free!

#ehehehe

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uraharasfavoriteexperiment · 15 days

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ok so ill make this post prettier soon i promise- but heres the list of things i will and will not write; pls make sure to either ask me (you can reach out into my dm's or my inbox!) or reference this when requesting fics and headcanons from me!

will write - genres fluff, romance, smut, suggestive, horror, and ill try action/battle scenes but im not very good at those imo

will write - kinks (nsfw) i will write most kinks, but as i write fanfiction as a way to vent out everything that im not getting for myself, so here's some of the kinks that will be very prevalent in my fics: choking, dacryphilia, breeding, brat taming, punishment sex, praise, degradation, slut shaming (very different from degradation), consenting polyamory, consenting somnophilia, pet names, pet play (kitten, puppy, bunny, viper*) submissive bottom/service bottom!reader, the occasional alpha/omega, and a prolly borderline concerningly large amount of masochism/sadism.

will write - fandoms bleach, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen; ateez, p1harmony, nct, my oc's from my old account @spicyseonghwas. i will post a list of characters + idols from each fandom that i'll write for... at some point. hopefully soon. (...?) warning while on this topic: most of the ppl i write for are men. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓪𝔂. i might expand a little bit as i go, but dont expect it.

1 - i will not write minor x legal smut/pedophilia, incest, rape scenes (flashback OR actual stories), and i will not write waste philias or necrophilia. 2 - i will not write extremely explicit/descriptive physical abuse scenes. there might be short flashbacks if i start reposting certain fics from my old account, but there will be heavily emphasized warnings whenever those things appear. 3 - i will not write for female readers, idols or characters. yes yoruichi shihouin is wife, and i will def write for her. she is the only exception. that does not make me any less valid as a homosexual man. bite me and get torn, or just dont get pressed at me about it.

please read : i will write the very incredibly occasional hot stepdad fic, but the reader and stepdad!character will both be 18 or older. this is a very controversial topic and i understand that, but here's my view on the situation... step parents are not related by blood to their step children, and therefore it isn't incest. take it or get off my blog, because if you get upset at my view on this topic (i understand that some people will, thats fine with me.) and choose to start a fight with me, or i get wind of you yapping about me on your blog or to other blogs, you will be so heavily embarrassed that you will likely a) lose many followers or b) probably never come back onto this website/app. i will also report you.

please read #2 : i (hada, im going by hada currently) am the primary owner of this account, YES I KNOW. but hayle also shares this account with me, and i as the grand all powerful creator of this account have given hayle equal power to me. as a result of this (very much unchangeable) decision, he might end up writing a little bit as well.

please read #3 : i will most certainly not be posting fics regularly until the end of state testing ends. bite me.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#~ | posting #《 heathen ♤#《 boytoy ◇#《 boytoy writes ♡

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elaichoi · 10 months

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gasp 🔴 live viewing of soulmates au unfolding irl

yes in fact i am (confirmed)

to be fair i haven't been on tumblr that long i joined somewhere btwn jan-mar of this year and so i don't think ive experienced many of your themes (blog profile wise), but i remember stalking the tags and it was easy to spot what works were yours based on the header edit, it stands out and is v eyecatching among other stuffs in the tags ^_^

mhm i think your style is very deviantart fs hehe,,, NAUR FR they r the ogs i used to want to be them so bad. for reference i started getting into kpop around 2/2.5 gen,, i was an admin on a facebook snsd fanpage and posted like png shadow/swirl edits 😭😭😭 simple times

hell i'd love to! i don't think i'm mentally there i fr lack the creative capacity, its in very rare circumstances do i see something that i kind of envision and edit in my head and ill usually screenshot it to keep the idea there but i even more rarely ever jump into starting the edit.

yes it is! i still have and use it, it was the 'it' app for photo editors back then me thinks, kind of like the ae of photo editing... at least from my viewpoint on the ig fanpage editing scene. it was the hotter sister to picsart lmaoo

see soulmates au!! we couldve crossed paths but we didn't!! until now!! 😾

omg wait stop it cus i used to love reading imagines n shit on ig but im pretty sure i stopped because i felt like it wasn't a popular content type esp since its a photography platform. i browsed the tags for imagines n stuff but it was meh,, i only followed ONE imagines account 🥲

wait so to clarify, u also edited on ig alongside writing?? imagine if we crossed paths on the algorithm dats crazy 😭 you're the cool one i wish i could be skilled in both literature and art ?? i simply do not have enough brain cells for that ^_^

canva on phone is my enemy‼️ at least the last time i used the mobile app,, bc i now use it only on desktop, sometimes on ipad... cus u alr cannot see the layers i cannot be doing anything complex bc i will def tap on the wrong layer and thats annoying -_- the patience u have ��ㅠ well assuming the app is still like that idk maybe it changed

HAHAH i used to draw before like pencil paper shit so i thought i could do it digitally....and after years of not drawing on pencil paper too 💀💀

u are so much more articulate than me goodbye thats embarrassing 4 me T_T

soulmate does exist <3 look at us being prime example!!

actually i think ive active with my account within the time frame as well, probably feb-march i think, but before that i didn't care about the account that much but like slowly started make headers im a tryhard ( only after i stopped obsessing tumblr themes bc i couldn't figure it out) ARE you fr?? like u could tell my works in the tags of my header?! dude that's so,,, that's like such a huge compliment that I've got something that makes someone go ah yes it's that same. author like it feels so fulfilling, YOURE REALLY BUTTERING ME UP ILYSM!!! thousand consentual kisses!!!!

YOURE SO COOL WTH YOU'VE BEEN HERE SINCE 2/2.5 GEN PLS THATS SO awesome ive been into kpop since mid 2017 so most of my groups like og ones were third gen but I listened to 2nd gens too and SNSD my beloved!!! genie was my introduction of kpop tbh and replay by shinee is what made me stay so i can say im a child of 2nd gens too lmao but holy shit I want YOUR PLAYLIST!!!!!!!! GIVE ME SONG RECS!

tbh i get you i only edit for my headers or blog too tbh like usually if there is no purpose you don't really feel like editing bc it's like what are you even gonna do with it? and you've said that you've always posted them so maybe the fact you don't have anywhere to showcase your art has you feeling like that too?

"hotter sister of picsart" this is so real bc all the hot editorson Instagram ( the western artists collage style specially) all used superimpose and thr fact they used to pay for it too.

bro like imagine if we did cross paths i think i was more active on ig during 2019-2021? imagine if we had ever crossed paths since we both worked on kpop lmao, okay but if you like posted your work under #kpopgfx im pretty sure i have came across at least once!

did kpop have imagine accounts? i knew a lot of dating door accounts tho lmao but then again i was stuck in wattpad, and that's all the delulu you need lmao.

lmao yeah i always wrote with my works, most of my edits were based on stuff i wrote basically like love stories based on songs, certain ideas (was BIG on mythologies and all the other things.) but really fr tho i wonder if I actually ever saw your work tho because i never had the guts to interact with other editors.

lmao im the same with canva but on laptop i for the life of me cant do that plus i just use it get pngs and other stuff also when i want to do masking lmao. i usually collect shit on there and then manipulate those on my own app.

bro that is insane that you used to actually drawing like as someone who can't draw a single straight line this is so cool to me i really wish i could draw tbh

articulate and me? lmao im literally all over the place but it's so sooo fun to talk to you!!

#love mails from my beloved anon!

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