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who else goons to conrad fisher raise your hand

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8BNppT5/

Popstar!reader reposting this on her main account and showing will 😭😭

omg yes yes yes

if they weren’t already public with their relationship there’d be so much speculation between them lmao

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are we allowed to request for will x pop star???💞

well yes of course !!

i’m so sorry guys i’ve sort of been working overtime this week to try and make a good impression on my boss 😓😓😓 i’ll be doing some extra stuff on the weekend aswell but i should have enough time to get some stuff written.

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“MY BRAND NEW ALBUM; THE LIFE OF A SHOWGIRL”

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THE LIFE OF A SHOWGIRL OH MY GOD

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WHAT. THE TWELVES ????? THE NH EPISODE REVEAL ???)8:JANHWBAIAISOBWBWBAGZOSOWVSBHVDNSI

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WILL AS A BF

assuming this meant with popstar!reader bc i already have some bf will headcanons

BOYFRIEND!WILL SMITH (POPSTAR!READER)

boyfriend!will who … is always holding your hand while out in public

boyfriend!will who … tries to help you write songs late at night yet falls asleep 15 minutes in

boyfriend!will who … 100% reposts edits of you on social media

boyfriend!will who … is so proud to show you off to his friends

boyfriend!will who … constantly says and fully believes you’re way out of his league

boyfriend!will who … is so happy when you finally post him

boyfriend!will who … is always commenting on your posts

— which all his friends make fun of him for “looking like a fan”

boyfriend!will who … wants a cameo at your show soooo bad

boyfriend!will who … practically drools at your stage outfits

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when the cool moot is like ??? Interacting with you ???? And holding conversations with you ???????? But they’re cool ????? ??? And you’re lame ??????

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sub!clark kent sub!clark kent sub!clark kent (not proofread)

he’s ruined before you even touch him. you’re killing him even with just the way you stretch. don’t even get him started on the way you lick your lips, looking over at him with those yes he could never say no to. or that gosh damn tank top that barely even covers your tits.

“you even paying attention to the movie, kent.” his —not so pg— thoughts about you are abruptly interrupted. with your sweet voice that makes those thoughts even worse.

“y—yeah.” he stumbles. he’s a terrible liar.

“doesn’t seem like it. seem a little distracted, huh?” you crawl over closer to him on the other side of the couch. giggling sweetly. or atleast in clark’s mind, seductively. more than anything he’s ever seen really. he thinks he’s about to bust a nut just from that sight alone. you trail your fingers up his thigh. slowly, purposefully.

“gosh… you kill me.” he practically moans out. throwing his head back.

“awww. big man of steel folds at his girlfriend’s touch. bit ironic don’t cha think?”

“baby, please.” he whines. his bulges grows even more, pulsing against his pants. you can tell he’s trying his best not to hump up into something with how needy he is.

“please what, clark?” you’re just messing with him now. it must be fun for you watching him come undone over barely anything.

“please…” he shudders. “please fuck me, baby.” head tilted down, thighs trembling.

your hand traces to palm his hard cock. gliding it over every ridge you can feel through the linen he’s been stuck in since work.

he groans out. clenching his thighs involuntarily.

“all you had to do was ask.” before he knows it you’re straddled atop of him, pressing your sweet clothed cunt over his rock hard dick, teasing (torturing) him.

he sputters out a whimper as you grind hard against his member. your hand clasp into his hair, lifting up his head to look straight at you.

“you better look at me if you want this.” you tell him, leaning extra close to his starstruck face.

“yes ma’am.” he mumbles out nervously.

you smirk, satisfied. “good boy.”

his eyes widen, iris’s scrambling everywhere as you slip off that tank top that drives him crazy. you in just your cotton bra might be even worse. gosh he might start drooling.

“like what you see?”? he nods embarrassingly fast. his eyes finally find a spot to land on. your tits cupped in a white cotton bra that hugged them perfectly. all you can do is giggle while he’s borderline hypnotized from a sight he’s seen times before.

“just wait till i take off my bra.” you half-joke. you’re expecting him to go silently nuts.

and he does. as soon as that bra uncles and falls down off your back he’s done. his face is flushed, his pupils are huge. he looks like a cute lost puppy.

he bucks up into you, needy.

“relax, baby. m’not going anywhere.” he whines. “haven’t even got out my shorts yet.”

“please.”

you shimmy out those tight hugging shorts as quick s’you can. leaving you in just that matching pair of panties to your bra. you grind even harder onto him.

you finally drag down that zipper to his pants. the thing he’s been yearning for all day.

his bulge is even more apparent like this, pushing relentlessly against the fabric.

you’re tugging at the hem line lightly, edging clark on even further.

“c’mon, baby, please… i need it so bad.” he mewls.

you don’t even respond. just finally snag his boxers down and let his cock spring free. he breathes in a sharp inhale. the swollen tip is leaking eagerly with pre-cum. so ready for whatever you wanna do to him.

his hard dick slides up against your stomach. he shivers at the feeling.

his eyes widen when you slyly slip your panties to the side and pushing yourself up above his leaking tip. letting your slick opening tease him even longer.

he’s trying o bad to be good. trying so hard not to just shank your hips down and stuff you full of his cock. he resists but got it’s hard to.

the moment you sink down on him he folds. his whole body twitches. his legs clench. and that’s with him only halfway sheathed inside you.

“my— gosh. b—baby, oh my—” he cries out— more so moans out.

if you were honest he felt fucking amazing. every inch you get inside of him feels like heaven.

you’re scratching down his back as he bottoms out inside you. every scratch makes him jitter even more. his palms clamp on your hips. hard. you’re pretty sure he forgot he’s kryptonian with how strong his hold on you falls.

“holy shit, clark.”

he bucks up into you with only need in his thrusts. it’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s primal. he’s moaning and whining like crazy.

“mmf— gosh… i-it’s so good baby.. ahh— mm”

you’re dragging up and down on his dick now, meeting his thrusts with a drop down.

“you like it, baby? hm?”

“mhm! yes… it feels so— mh—good” he moans back.

you smirk down at him. his face is contorted in pleasure. his stomach’s clenching and unclenching rapidly. his cheeks are flushed in a pink hue. he looks absolutely wrecked.

“you gonna come, baby? be good for me? mhm?”

you’re orgasm’s close. too fucking close. every single nerve feels like it’s cranked up to a million times more.

“ye—yes! ha— i’m gonna come— i’m gonna come… ngh — oh my go—”

he busts mid way through his words. his hips stutter before they jerk everywhere. he moans so loud you’re expecting your neighbors to hate you from now on. he just sits there and whines as he jitters around.

your orgasm follows closely behind. you can barely even focus on that with ropes of sticky warm cum flooding inside of you. would now be the time to note kryptonians apparently come like 3x more? no— alright.

you fold over him. your hands trail up to his full head of hair and mess around with it.

“good boy.”

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vienna you have outdone yourself this is amazing

Off-Season Overload

Summary: Off-season Gabe is touch-starved and desperate — all wrecked from days without release and thirty minutes of your teasing.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: NSFW,established relationship, whiny!subby!Gabe, soft teasing, light overstimulation, praise kink, clingy boy behavior, "please touch me" energy, no plot just vibes, off-season horniness

Gabe is a mess.

Not emotionally, no—emotionally, he’s golden. No stress, no practices, no ice time, no flight schedules. Just summer, sunlight, your apartment, and you.

But physically?

The boy is hanging on by a thread.

Because during the season, his brain is all structure. Routines. Sore muscles. Early nights. Energy drinks and protein bars. Practices at 10am and games that keep his body in a constant state of low-key exhaustion.

But now?

Now there’s nothing to regulate him. No game-day nerves, no hotel wake-up calls, no reason to conserve energy.

Which is how you end up with this: Gabe lying on your bed in nothing but boxers, completely wrecked from thirty minutes of your attention.

You’re not even doing much. Just straddling his hips, lazily dragging your fingertips down his chest and stomach, watching him twitch.

“Baby,” he whines, voice cracking.

You grin. “Yes?”

His eyes are glassy, pink lips parted, curls stuck to his forehead from how much he’s already been squirming.

“You’re killing me.”

“I’ve barely touched you.”

“That’s the problem!” he whines. “You’re—god, you’re teasing.”

You hum thoughtfully, tracing one fingertip along the waistband of his boxers. “Hmm. Maybe I just like seeing you like this.”

He groans—loud and dramatic—and throws an arm over his face.

You lean down and kiss the dip between his collarbones.

“You’re so sensitive,” you murmur.

“I haven’t come in, like, four days—you’re the one who said we were taking a break so I could ‘build anticipation.’” His voice goes high-pitched on the quotes.

You laugh softly. “You said you wanted to last longer next time.”

“I didn’t mean this long!”

You trail your hand down his stomach again and watch his hips twitch under you.

Off-season Gabe is insatiable. Touch-starved. He follows you around the apartment like a puppy, gets handsy at breakfast, wants to make out between grocery aisles, and goes breathless anytime you so much as brush your hand near his thighs.

You’re obsessed with it.

With him.

He’s big and pretty and floppy in the best way, soft, golden skin and sleepy brown eyes and a mouth that won’t shut up when he’s even slightly desperate. And right now, he’s looking up at you like he’s two seconds from losing his mind.

“You’re seriously not gonna touch me?” he asks, hips rolling up subtly. “You’re just gonna sit there and watch me beg?”

You tilt your head. “Do you want me to touch you?”

He whines. Actually whines, like a boy denied dessert.

“Of course I want—fuck, yes, please touch me.”

“Use your words,” you murmur, fingers tracing the bulge under his boxers. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

He’s panting now. “I want your hands. On me. Everywhere. I want you to jerk me off or ride me or suck me off—anything, I’ll take anything, please—”

You press down with your palm, just enough pressure to make him moan.

“God, you’re so easy like this,” you say sweetly.

He nods like it’s a compliment. “I am. I’m so easy. I don’t even care. You can do whatever you want to me, I swear.”

You grind your hips slowly over his, dragging fabric against fabric, and he arches up like he’s chasing friction, hands fisting the sheets.

“Fuck—that feels so—baby, please—”

You lean in and kiss him. Open-mouthed, slow, deep. His hips stutter again and his whole body goes soft under you, melting into the mattress like he can’t hold himself up anymore.

“Need you,” he mumbles between kisses. “Need you so bad it’s fucking insane.

You tug his boxers down and his cock springs free, already flushed and leaking.

“Oh my God, Gabe,” you murmur, genuinely startled by how hard he is. “You weren’t kidding.”

“I told you,” he gasps. “I’m on the edge. Just—please—”

You spit into your hand, slow and deliberate, and wrap it around him.

Gabe shudders. Makes this breathy, whimpery noise that goes straight to your core. He’s so sensitive, cock twitching in your grip with barely any movement.

“You gonna come fast, baby?”

“I—fuck—probably. Probably, yeah—”

You stroke him slowly, teasing the tip with your thumb, and he arches up again, mouth falling open in a full-body gasp.

“That’s okay,” you whisper. “You can come quick. I’ll keep going. I’m not done with you.”

He whimpers. Actually makes a wounded animal noise.

You kiss his neck, stroke him just a little faster, and it’s barely thirty seconds before he’s gasping your name like a prayer and spilling hot into your hand, hips twitching, thighs flexing beneath you.

But you don’t stop.

You slow it down, just enough to keep the pressure light, and Gabe makes this high, broken noise in the back of his throat.

“Ohhh fuck—fuck, wait—” he babbles, “I’m too—sensitive, too much, too much—”

You coo softly. “You said I could do anything I wanted.”

“I didn’t mean this!”

“Yes you did.”

And he did—because even as he’s whining, his hips are still twitching under your hand, cock still twitching in your grip. He’s moaning through it now, overwhelmed but loving it, face scrunched up like he’s barely surviving.

“You’re such a good boy,” you murmur. “Letting me take care of you like this.”

He lets out a soft, wrecked sound. “I’ll be so good, I swear, I’ll do anything—”

You stroke him again, slow and deep, and he chokes out your name again, lower this time, voice strained and desperate and hot as hell.

“Please let me come again,” he begs, barely coherent. “Please, baby, I—I need it, I need it—”

You lean down, kiss his jaw, and whisper, “Then be good for me.”

He comes again with a cry, thighs shaking, body trembling under you—and it’s messier this time, more intense, like you’ve pulled something out of him he wasn’t even expecting to give.

You slow your hand. Rub his stomach while he catches his breath. He looks ruined—flushed, sweaty, pupils blown.

Eventually, when he can speak again, he lets out a weak breath and mumbles, “So… I’m gonna need a minute.”

You giggle, curling up beside him. “You’re a menace during off-season.”

“I’m suffering,” he says dramatically. “You’re ruining my life.”

You kiss his cheek. “No hockey. No travel. Just me.”

He sighs, dreamy and wrecked.

“Best summer ever.”

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so um… anybody up for some chit chatting in my asks

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POPSTAR!READER X WILL SMITH MASTERLIST

✶ moodboard + backstory

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POPSTAR!READER X WILL SMITH MOODBOARD & BACKSTORY

you … are a global popstar! known for your hits ‘Espresso’, ‘Blank Space’, ‘Gorgeous’ and ‘Deja Vu’.

will … has a major crush on you, ever since he visited lollapalooza [chicago] last year with you performing.

you weren’t all that into hockey— or sports for that matter— so safe to say you had no idea he existed. but when a podcast clip of him saying he’s been crushing on you hard comes up on your reels page, you figure you could give him a shot.

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well the votes are in. send in ideas !!!!!

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Kink List With Brock Faber

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Brock would get a bit quiet and clingy. He would want to cuddle close with you, and not let you go. He would press light kisses to your skin, and softly hum to himself as he traces your skin with his fingertips, a gentle smile on his lips.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is his hair. It's just long enough for you to run your hands through without it getting too tangled, and he's very attached to it. His favorite part of your body would be your legs. Whether you have thick or thin thighs, curvy legs or muscular ones, he will spend all day long with his mouth and hands on them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He's not super particular, but he'll usually aim for your stomach, chest, or the crook of your neck. If you've got him on a particularly good day, he'll be covering you. He won't let your back or chest go untouched, and he'll leave you a mess.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a bit of a breeding kink, but he won't say it out loud. Although most of the time, it only shows in the way he looks at you - and in how greedy his hands can be when they grab at your body.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's more experienced than you expect at this point. He's learned all the ways to take you apart with his mouth and his hands, and there's something in the way he touches you that says he knows exactly what he's doing, whether it's the gentle way his teeth graze, or how perfectly his fingers hit inside. He knows your body, he knows what you like, and he is more than happy to use it

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

His favorite position is any of the more intimate ones: prone, full frontal with your legs wrapped around him, spooning, or any variation of missionary. He really likes to be able to get close to you, hold you close, kiss you, and look into your eyes. But as much as he likes the intimacy of it, he also likes to be on top and in control. He's a little possessive by nature, and likes to remind you that you're his.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's a little more in the middle. He can get serious at times, but he won't hesitate to whisper a teasing comment or a little joke in your ear just to get a laugh out of you or to hear you whine. He likes to have fun when you're together, and sometimes just a little teasing is how he shows that.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's well groomed and the carpet does indeed match the drapes. He tries to keep things neat down there and doesn't like to let himself get too hairy. He's almost boyish in appearance, but he knows he could grow out an impressive amount of body hair if he let it happen.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He'll touch your face, look into your eyes, kiss along your neck, and keep one hand on your body at all times. He's really, really soft when it comes to intimacy, and he's a bit more emotional than he would ever like to admit.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's more likely to go without than do it, since he'd rather have the real thing and be with you if at all possible. But on those nights where you're not around, he'll give in just to try and take the edge off. He'll usually lie back on his bed, close his eyes, and picture you in his head while his hand moves.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has a few, but the main ones are things like praise, possessive play, and a lot of body worship. He also enjoys hair pulling and some light spanking. But most of all he just loves to be able to have you in his arms - he's really into the more close and intimate contact rather than anything extreme. He gets a sick sense of pleasure out of leaving marks, too.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bed is the obvious choice. He's a lot more traditional than he looks, and he loves the idea of having you in his space and being able to spread you out on his sheets and have his way with you. He'll take it if given the opportunity, but in other locations, he usually just ends up thinking about how much more fun it would be if you were in his bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He's really simple when it comes to motivation- if you're wearing something that's showing you off, if you're standing a little too close, or if you're looking over your shoulder at him he starts to melt. You just have to get in his space, look pretty, and he'll fold - he's not good at denying his desire for you. It really doesn't take much for him to get riled up and ready to go.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not really into any kind of degradation or humiliation, and he draws the line at getting too rough. He loves to overpower you and hold you down but still wants to be gentle about it. He also hates the idea of sharing you -- he's far too possessive to ever want even consider it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves both, of course. His preferences will always shift with whatever is happening or how he's feeling on a given day, but for the most part, he loves it all. He's definitely willing to go for a long time if he needs to, and he's skilled with his hands and his tongue. And, as usual, he absolutely loves to look into your eyes while he's doing it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

This one depends on his mood. Sometimes he'll want it slow and sensual, with long kisses and touches, and sometimes he'll feel more desperate and he'll want to go hard and fast. He likes to start off slow to get you riled up, but after a while of that, it seems like all of his self control starts to melt away.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He does enjoy a good quickie - there's just something about being able to pin you up against the wall in any random place and give in to that desire in a moment's notice that he really finds exciting. He's also just kind of impatient by nature though. He's willing to take his time and go slow when he needs to, but if he gets the chance to just give into his desires, he'll probably grab you right there and then.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As a hockey player, he's got that jock-y, adrenaline-junkie side to him, and that comes with a bit of a penchant for risk. He's not going to go so far as to get you both arrested, but he's up for a thrill here and there. He's very willing to experiment, too - he's willing to try anything at least once. If you want it, he's probably game.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He's a professional athlete, and he's pretty damn fit at the moment -- he's able to go multiple rounds if he needs to, and he's able to last quite a while. When it's just the two of you, he's not ashamed to admit that he wants to go until he wears you out. He's like a machine some days.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have a whole collection going, but he has a few that he likes to use. They're pretty simple, just a couple different vibrators that he's found useful and a set of handcuffs. He's not against using them on you if you're up for it, but he prefers doing it manually if given the choice - he likes to be the one in control and he'd rather use his mouth and hands to drive you crazy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's absolutely a bit of a bastard when it comes to teasing, and he loves to rile you up just to see you in that wrecked, desperate state. He'll get you right to the edge and then pull back just to hear you whine and whimper. He's a real menace about it too, with his stupid smirk that just looks even more attractive when you're so goddamn desperate.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's definitely not quiet, and once you get him to that point where he's desperate for you, he lets out grunts and groans that sound downright animalistic. When he's really going at it, he can get loud enough to be heard by anyone within a few rooms in either direction, and if that thought even gets him going a little more. He tends to be a bit of a talker as well, often whispering praises and dirty things to you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He'll sometimes get into a possessive kind of mood where he just wants to cover you in his scent - that'll mean marking you up with hickeys, rubbing the scent of his body wash and cologne into your skin, leaving his jacket and hoodie with his scent on them in your space, and sometimes even pressing a hand to your neck just to put his ownership over you on display.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a little on the average side, but he's still a fairly impressive size. He's thick and he knows it, and he's got a natural kind of curve to him. He can stay hard for a while, and he's got quite the stamina, too. He's more than capable of satisfying you, and he's got the attitude to go with it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He gets riled up pretty easily, and it only gets worse when he hasn't been able to see you for a while. He's always more than happy to take you, and some days he has to stop himself from just throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you upstairs to take what he wants.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's pretty much a zombie after sex, and more than half the time he ends up passing out right after while he's cuddled up behind you. He'll do his best to stay awake and clean you up, but his eyes start to droop and he gets all soft after he's gotten what he wanted. He'll usually hold you in his arms, one hand possessive on your hip, and then mumble something about a nap before he's out like a light.

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ew wtf what is that i just put a question mark

https://www.tumblr.com/perreqult/790781817914540032/ok-guys-question-would-u-like-a-popstarreader-au?source=share

yes queen

what player do yall think i should write her with ?

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ok guys question would u like a popstar!reader au or something of the sorts