#“💐” anon

[ihopeiexplode]

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna x Supermodel!Reader

. Mixed of 2 requests!

. A/N: wrote this in class filled w sukuna haters 😞😞 (also I might be flopping chat!!)

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who met you before your modeling career started, but you met him when he was already a trending streamer but of course your relationship was kept private under your request

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who's an attractive man, no surprise in that, did half of his followers only follow him because of his looks and voice? Yeah.. hundred percent...

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who gets away with saying the most unhinged and outrageous things on stream just because of his good looks..

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna whose female audience became devastated after they heard he was taken, but do they know he's dating a famous supermodel? Nope, does he want them to know? Yes, but can he tell them? In his dreams

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna whos surprisingly into reading theories everyone made when he revealed he was dating, seeing how they gathered up every female he interacted with and tried seeing which of them had the most chemistry, he laughed when they all came to the conclusion he was dating uraume

(yes I'm aware uraumes gender is not confirmed but let's just say they're female here!!)

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who revealed he was dating you by accident, totally!!

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who called you into his room one morning, but you were unaware he was live, you know his schedule on when he's going live so your relationship with him could be avoided from being revealed

"You called?"

"Mhm, just wanted a little kiss,"

"... Are you live right now...?"

"Hm? Oh, whoops,"

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who felt like a proud idiot when word got around saying a supermodel was dating him, I mean it was only 5 Minutes after the big reveal he was dating you and word immediately got out that Sukuna was the mystery person you were dating and you were his

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who laughs at the "he's only dating her for her money!!" Comments, you both dated before your modeling career, plus he's also rich he has no need to go after your money, not to mention he doesn't even let you spend a dime of your money and insists you should spend his instead....

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who secretly watches edits of you on tiktok and has a whole collection of all the edits he found of you

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who also has a separate collection for every edit he finds of both you,

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who absolutely hates it whenever A guy hits you right in front of him. Sure it's known you're taken by him but does it stop the flirting and stares? On his side yes, but on your side? No, no it does not.

"I must say you rather look gorgeous this evening ms I/n"

"she's taken."

"Hm? I'm aware she is,"

"do I need to—"

"Sukuna enough, were in public..."

"I really don't know what you see in him ms l/n you could do so much better, like me for example,"

"nevermind, Sukuna go."

Woah I wonder how the guy ended up in the hospital the very next day!!! I wonder who caused that!!

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who loves it whenever a girl tries hitting on him only to run away and apologize the moment they see you approach him and give him a kiss

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who also loves it whenever you bring him up during one of your interviews

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who always has to mention you at least more than once during his streams or just mentioning you in general

"you look handsome"

"yeah I know my girlfriend told me that earlier this morning, only her opinions matter to me by the way"

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who acts like a lovesick puppy whenever he's with you, surprising everyone who sees your photos with him on your Instagram seeing how Sukuna is known and theorized to be the dominant one in a relationship if it ever came to that (the theory was made before ur relationship w him was revealed), but it seems to be the complete opposite in your photos...

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

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[piroulinewafers]

could u write something about hybrid puppy caleb being nasty as hell..(leaving this open, feel free to do whatever uw im open to anything). i love ur writing sm i cant stop sending asks BYEEE i was wondering if u take anons? if so can i be 💐? have a lovely day xx

𝐚/𝐧: i love puppy hybrid caleb... i dont think this is very "nasty" in the sense of the word, but i've been brainrotting about puppy waiter caleb for quite some time and maid day was a few days past so... i love writing for hybrids hehe. back in the day, there used to be this hq hybrid acc i was super into on here and i would frequent their page often heh. i kind of got distracted at the end but whatever its fine sighhh. thank you 💐 anon for giving me an excuse to write this 😋.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: puppy hybrid! caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, overstimulation. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

it had started with a stupid comment.

she hadn’t meant it seriously— just an offhanded joke tossed to one of her friends while she and caleb were out buying groceries one evening, something about how those themed cafes with butlers or maid were always kind of… cute. silly. harmless

she hadn’t thought anything of it, merely a mention that they’d likely have a sale for the upcoming “maid day”. but caleb had heard.

he hadn’t said anything that night. just turned his head slightly, one ear twitching in the subtle way it did when he was paying attention to something he pretend not to be.

and now, somehow, here she was— standing in the their living room after returning home from work, door barely half-shut, blinking in stunned silence. 

frankly, it was suspicious. caleb was rarely quiet, especially not in the mornings. usually he greeted the day like it owed him something— loud yawns, half-buttoned shirts, big grins.

but today? silence. at least, until she finally spotted him.

there stood caleb, ears perking up at the sound of her entering the open-plan kitchen-living room space. 

the white button-up shirt he wore stretched across his chest, its collar messily done up, and the sleeves bunched up and slightly wrinkled like he had had been tugging at them nervously earlier. the pink pants were too fitted to be deemed anything close to comfortable in her eyes, the apron tied at his hips doing absolutely nothing to tame the broad frame it cinched in. it was pink and white plaid, with little ruffles along the hem and a small satin bow at the base of his spine, right above the soft wage of his tail. 

and, as if that wasn’t enough— frosting. a small, very deliberate smear of white on his cheek. 

he simply beamed.

“what are you wearing, caleb?” she finally asked, brows drawing into a confused furrow.

caleb tilted his head, hands innocently behind his back as his tail wagged a mile a minute. “it’s maid day,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “wasn’t that somethin’ you mentioned once? somethin’ cute?”

“you… remember that? were you eavesdropping?”

he stepped closer, ignoring her accusation entirely. “i made breakfast,” he said, proudly. “figured i’d serve it up like a proper house pup.”

she sat slowly, still stunned as caleb presented her a plate with surprising care: pancakes, stacked with melted butter and syrup dripping along the edges with a mound of frosting, beside a slightly too runny sunny side up egg.

he stood behind her once she started eating, arms crossed, watching eagerly.

“well?” he asked, tail twitching almost nervously, ears perking up against as he waited for her response.

“it’s good,” she said, voice muffled by a mouthful of pancake. “why’s the egg so— “

“don’t worry about it,” he interrupted, before she could ruin the moment. “it was just that stupid pan, but i tried real hard, so isn’t that all that matters?”

she could tell by the flicking of his tail that he was nervous, eagerly awaiting her response. 

there was another beat of silence as she took another bite— and that’s when caleb leaned in.

“by the way…” he said, practically purring, brushing a knuckle to his cheek. “i think i got a lil’ somethin’ right here. right there. frostin’. could you maybe…”

he trailed of, nudging his face toward her, ears twitching. 

she sighed. “you’re ridiculous.”

but she leaned up, gently brushing her thumb over the smear. that was all the permission he needed.

in an instant, caleb let out a pleased, puppy-like hum and nuzzled into her hand, rubbing his cheek against her palm before quickly shifting to lick it— one long, deliberate lap.

“caleb!” she gasped, trying to pull away, but he caught her easily, tail wagging wildly. 

“you said i was ridiculous,” he said, half laughing, half whining. ���but you haven’t told me to stop.” he held her hand pressed to his cheek with two firm ones.

“your hands are so gentle,” he whispered. his eyes, flushed deep violet, looked up at her with a dangerous kind of devotion, all puppy-dog sincerity wrapped in pure, unadulterated, debilitating love. 

his tongue brushed along her cheek before she could speak. “you like this, don’tcha? you like it when i act dumb for you.”

“stop it— “ 

“but you were smilin’,” he said with a wicked grin. “saw it. you’re all flustered.”

she tried to push him off, but caleb was bigger. stronger. and annoyingly needy.

he whined again, low and soft in his chest, like she was about to leave him out in the cold. “c’mon, baby. just pet me a little. tell me i’m good. i dressed up and everythin’…”

his tail brushed across her legs as he leaned in closer, voice dropping. “i’ll do anything’….”

her heart kicked hard against her ribs.

the apron brushed against her knees as he grew close, his hands sliding around her waist, warm palms pulling her closer. “been thinkin’ about this all mornin’,” he admitted, half under his breath, “’bout you touchin’ me. praisin’ me. let me serve you properly. like a good waiter would.”

the air shifted between them. heated. 

he leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “say i’m good. say it once and i’ll be the best pup you ever had.”

her hands found his hair, sliding between the soft space between his twitching ears. 

and when she finally spoke, low and soft, it broke something in him. 

“you’re such a good boy, caleb.” 

his breath caught. and then he growled— not in anger, but in something needier, more primal. 

she barely had time to register the shift before he leaned forward and kissed her— messy, eager, with the same urgency he gave to every part of his life. his ears twitched, on flopping forward as if to listen in on her heartbeat, his tail curling slightly behind him in its furious wagging. 

he didn’t stop at one kiss. caleb chased her mouth like he was starving, like she was the only thing in the would that could sate him. his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as he licked her bottom lip with a small, teasing flick— less polished, more instinctual. 

“i wore this dumb frilly thing just for you,” he mumbled against her lips, breath warm and quick. “didn’t think i’d like it, but… you lookin’ at me like that— “ he groaned softly, his forehead pressed to hers now. “say you like it. please. just say it.”

wide-eyed and breathless, she nodded slowly. “you… you look cute,” she whispered, barely audible. 

his whole body responded— ears perked, tail wagging in a blur. he lit up like a fuse, practically vibrating with joy, before dragging her down into another kiss, hands roaming but still restrained— just barely. 

“tell me i’m good again,” he muttered, mouth brushing against the curve of her jaw now. “tell me i’m good, please. woke up early to make you breakfast. got frosting’ on my cheek and didn’t lick it just so you’d touch me. all for you.”

his lips ghosted along her neck, needy and reverent. his breath hitching as she scratching behind his ears, a delight sound spilling past his lips.

“i’ll do anything— ‘m serious. i’ll behave, i’ll kneel, i’ll bark, i don’t care— just say it again.” 

the apron bunched around his waist as he shifted against her, still clinging, still pressing kisses anywhere he could reach. his tail thumbed again, half-wrapped around her ankle now and his ears twitching at every sound she made, every soft breath or sigh.

“i love you, caleb…”

eagerly in response, he licked her cheek without warning again— just a soft, eager swipe like it was the most natural thing in the world. “you taste sweet too.”

“caleb,” she said, a mixture between a laugh and an exasperated sigh.

“what?” he grinned, all mischief and love as he pulled back a bit to get a better look at her face. “you let me kiss you. now i gotta touch, gotta hold— gotta do somethin’ or i’m going to explode.”

gently, she cupped his cheeks, thumbing over the faint freckles on his face. she watched him tilt his head in her grasp, staring up at her with that smitten gaze of his. with a hum, she peppered sweet, feather-light kisses to his skin, finally giving into his pleas. 

she kissed him again, and again and he melted into every one— hot, soft, trembling with affection as he murmured, “love you, love you so much. let me show you. let me— “

his violet eyes gleamed with a mix of playfulness and barely restrained desire as he straddled her lap, his larger frame enveloping hers. 

the soft fabric of his pink pants stretched taught over his muscular thighs, the frill apron at his waist fluttered softly as he shifted his hips, grinding down against her pajama-clad bottom.

caleb’s breathing grew heavy as he nuzzled at her collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin as he panted. he was painfully hard, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. the outline of his cock, complete with the distinct knot at the base, was clearly visible. he squirmed, leaning more of his weight against her, unable to contain the overwhelming urge to claim her, to make her his.

his fingers crept up under her shirt, pushing the fabric higher up her torso as he explored the soft skin beneath. he wanted to touch her, to feel every inch of her body against his own. 

“please,” he whined, his voice taking on a more canine-like timbre. “i’m so hard, i need to— fuck— “

his actions forced a sharp gasp to leave her, cold hands pressed against the bare skin of her stomach as she looked up at him, lips parted. 

she bit her lip, feeling the heat of caleb’s body pressed so urgently against her own. as much as she loved seeing him all dressed up just for her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by his intensity, even though she was used to it to some extent. 

it was still so early, and her stomach grumbled with hunger, the half eaten eggs and pancakes calling her name while caleb rutted against her. “caleb, wait…” she started to protest, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt, trying to smooth the fabric and perhaps calm the manic energy radiating off of him.

but caleb seemed not to hear her, too lost in his own desperate need as he captured her wrists, pinning her hands above her head as he loomed over her, eyes wild and hungry. “please,” he growled, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that sent shivers down her spine this time. “i can’t wait anymore. i need you so bad…”

before she could voice any further objections, caleb had hoisted her up and then gently but firmly pushed her down onto the wooden floor. she let out a soft grunt as her back his the ground, the air leaving her lungs in a rush as she rubbed her back. 

“caleb, the floor is uncomfortable— “

any attempt at a complain fell on deaf ears, as caleb was already settling his weight on top of her, his hips neatly between her spread thighs. he rocked against her, his painfully hard cock straining against the confines of his pink pants as it chafed against her pajama bottoms. the knot at the base of his shaft pulsed and throbbed. 

she squirmed beneath him, cheeks flushed pink as she fettle heat of his desperation, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding back. “it’s too early, caleb, i didn’t even finish breakfast…”

his ears twitched and flattened back against his head as he leaned down to shut her up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her. his tail wagged frantically behind him, the long, fluffy appendage brushing against her thighs as he ground his aching cock against her core. he groaned into her mouth, the sound a mix of pleasure and frustration. 

“i know, i know,” he panted, breath hot against her neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. “i’ll make it up to you, baby. i promise. i’ll spoil you rotten, just please— “he punctuated his words with a particularly sharp nip to her earlobe, sending sparks of pained pleasure through her.

caleb’s hands roamed her body greedily, pushing up under her pajama top again to expose the soft skin of her stomach and chest. he splayed his fingers wide, gripping her waist and rocking more insistently against her as he gazed down at her with burning eyes. 

his hands slid down to her pajama pants, fingers curling into the waistband as he tugged impatiently at the fabric. she knew she should protest more, should insist that he slow down, but the hungry, desperate look in his eyes stole her breath away. she gasped softly as he yanked her pants down, baring her lower half to his heated gaze.

the knot at the base of his cock throbbed almost painfully, straining against the fabric of his boxers and the tight confines of his pants. it rubbed deliciously against her clothed slit, the friction sending sparks of reluctant pleasure zinging up her spine. 

 his desperation reached a fever pitch, fingers clumsy in their urgency as he forced her panties to the side, , exposing the glistening folds to the cool air. the scent of her arousal filled his nose, making his head swim with lust.

still clothed in his straining pink pants, caleb tried to shove the right fabric down his thighs, panting harshly as he struggled to free his aching cock. the button and zipper fought against his desperate, trembling fingers until, with a final frustrated snarl, he ripped the fabric, tearing a gaping hole in the crotch of his pants. the ruined garment hung in a tattered state as he threw it to the side wtith his boxers, his throbbing erection springing free, bulbous knot at the base pulsing angrily.

she gasped at the sight, eyes widening. “caleb!” she scolded lightly, her cheeks flushing pink. “look at what you’ve done to your nice pants!” despite her words, there was a hint of amusement in her voice as she propped herself up on her , sitting up a bit.

caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own need to care about ruined clothing. he shook his head, ears flopping as he gazed down at her with glazed, lust-filled eyes. drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, splattering onto her exposed clit, making it glisten obscenely and forcing a shaky sigh past her lips. 

“don’t look at me like that…” he grumbled, dejection clearly clinging to his words. 

he was left only in the frilly apron, still tied snugly around his waist, his fat cock tenting against the fabric and leaving an obscene damp spot in it's wake.

before she could offer any sort of response, caleb was rutting against her again, the swollen head of his cock kissing her entrance, smearing her arousal around her delicate folds. she gasped, back arching off the floor as he grunted and panted above her, hips moving in a frenzied rhythm.

he tried once, twice, each time clumsily trying to sink into her, but his cock kept notching against her hole and slipping out, rubbing against her folds on her thigh. 

then, with a single, powerful thrust, he drove forward, burying his thick, pulsing shaft into her tight, wet heat. she cried out, nails raking down his back as he split her own on his fat cock, knot catching on her entrance and tugging at her stretched flesh.

caleb set a relentless pace, hips slapping against her thighs with each desperate, needy thrust. the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by caleb’s grunts and growls of pleasure. 

he didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t bother with gentle or slow. he just took her, claimed her, body driven by a primal, animalistic instinct. 

“i’m sorry,” he panted, his voice strained with exertion and ecstasy. “i’m sorry i didn’t prepare you better. ‘couldn’t wait any longer. fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect…” his words dissolved into a low, keening moan as he snapped his hips forward particularly hard, the head of his cock battering her cervix.

she could only cling to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back, feeling them flex and tense with each powerful thrust. her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he rutted into her, thick cock stretching her walls deliciously. she could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of his shaft as he plunged in and out of her dripping cunt.

caleb’s ears stood tall and alert atop his head , swivelling and twitching with every sound and sensation. his tail brushed against her calves, wagging with wild abandon as he lost himself in the sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping his aching cock. 

his tail thumped against the the floorboards with reckless abandon, each thrust forcing more breathy moans past her lips, eyes screwed shut. 

“please, please… please look at me. look, look— “caleb whimpered, his breath coming in harsh, desperate pants against her neck. “i love you, i love you so fuckin’ much. i need to… i need to…” he couldn’t even finish his thought process, his hips twitching. 

“‘gonna knot you, yeah, can i?” he forced out, though they both knew that he wasn/t the type to wait for anyone’s permission before acting. 

his cock pulsed and jerked inside her as thick ropes of hot, sticky seed finally painted her inner walls.

she cried out, walls clamping down around him like a vice as she felt his release fill her up, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, body shaking and shuddering as she came hard on his pistoning cock. 

caleb’s body shuddered, muscles tensing as his knot swelled and notched in her. he let out guttural grown as he felt the bulbous flesh expand, tying them together as he squeezed his eyes shut, the sensation of being deeply, irrevocably bound to her sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through his body. 

despite the discomfort of his knot stretching her to her limits, caleb couldn’t stop the instinctive need to rut, to claim, to mark his mate. his hips jerked and twitched erratically, his softening cock rubbing against her sensitive walls as he weakly humped into her, chasing the fading embers of his release. 

“can’t… can’t stop,” he panted harshly, his breath hot and moist against her neck. drool dribbled from his chin, splattering not her collarbone as he ground his pelvis against hers, his knot throbbing and pulsing inside her with each weak thrust.

she whimpered, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around the thick obstruction lodged deep inside her. the sensation of being so utterly stuffed, of feeling caleb’s seed sloshing heavily inside her as he rutted into her, was intense and overwhelming. 

it was almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain as her tender flesh struggled to accommodate his insistent movements.

she gasped out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she tried to anchor herself amidst the tempest of sensation. “it’s t-too much. you’re hurting me…” despite her words, she made no move to stop him, her body instinctively yielding to his claiming thrusts.

caleb just groaned in responses, hips giving a particularly sharp jerk as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and lapping at the teeth marks he had left early. 

his body shuddered, muscles quivering with exertion as his hips seemed to jerk on their own, instinct-driven thrusts. he panted easily, breathing coming out in ragged gasps against her sweat-dampened skin. “sorry,” he grunted, voice strained. “I know i’m hurtin’ you, i just.. i can’t stop. fuck, it feels too good.”

he let out a low, agnozied groan as a particular jolt of discomfort shot through him, his knot twisting and tugging at her stretched, sensitive entrance, any attempt to pull out to thrust in any deeper stopped by his inflated knot.

“hurts… fuck, it hurts, but i can’t— “

finally, with a shuddered gasp, his body went limp, knees weak as he slumped forward, practically collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the floor. 

she let out a weak, breathless protest as she as she found herself pinned beneath him, still so intimately connected. she gently hit his shoulder with a closed fist. 

“ow, caleb, you jerk…” she whimpered, shifting her hips gingerly and wincing at the feeling of him inside of her. “you’re a bad dog, you need to learn how to control yourself and— oof!”

caleb suddenly rolled them over so that her body was splayed out on top of him, soft curves molding to the hard planes of his body.

he just pouted up at her, lips curling into a miserable frown. he looked so adorably sorry, looking up at her with those irresistible puppy dog eyes. “i know, i know,” he mumbled, his voice thick with guilt. “you don’t really think i’m a bad dog, do you? i just love you so much… i can’t help myself around you…”

he nuzzled into her neck once more, his nose brushing against her jawline as he breathed in her scent, still heavy with the musk of their coupling.

the room had gone quiet, save for the slow, steady rhythm of caleb’s breathing and the soft thump-thump of his tail against the floor. he lay sprawled on his back on the floor, cheeks flushed pink and the apron still bunched up around his waist, with her draped over his chest like she belonged there— and she did. his arms were wound tightly around her waist, fingers twitching now and then as if to remind himself she was real, she was here, and she was his.

he gave a soft, tired whine, muffled in her hair as he nuzzled the top of her head. “m’not lettin’ you go,” he mumbled, tail giving another lazy wag against the wood floor. “even if i could.”

she gave a sleepy huff of laughter, nose tucked against his collarbone, her legs tangled with his. “hm, is that so, puppy?”

that earned a pleased rumble from deep in his chest. his ears gave a lazy twitch, one flopping sideways as he smiled, dazed and dopey. he was still flushed, still panting just a little, but more than anything, he looked happy. puppy-happy. glowing with the kind of simple joy only he could manage after something so intense.

“you’re real warm,” he mumbled, cheek smushed into her temple. “perfect size. like a little blanket just for me.”

“you’re the heater here,” she teased weakly, but her voice was fond, her fingers lazily combing through his hair and brushing along the base of one ear. 

he let out a whuff of a sigh and arched into it, tail thumping a little faster now.

“spoilin’ me,” he murmured. “i’m going to get all needy if you keep that up.”

“you’re already needy as is,” she said, and he didn’t even deny it— just gave a dopey grin and licked her cheek again, soft and slow, like he couldn’t help himself.

“guess i am,” he said, his voice all gravel and sunshine, “but you like it. admit it.”

she rolled her eyes, but didn’t move. didn’t want to move. not with him still knotted inside her, not with his arms like iron around her and that soft, puppyish whine every time she shifted too far away. not with his tail brushing her calves and his thumb lazily stroking her lower back in slow, content circles.

“i like you like this,” she admitted finally, cheek resting over his heartbeat. “all clingy and warm. soft.”

his ears perked up, tail wagging harder now despite how tired he was. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he made a soft, pleased wuff again, kissed the top of her head, and tightened his hold. “then i’m stayin’ like this forever. right here. with you. no one else gets you like this, alright? just me.”

she smiled into his skin, letting her eyes drift shut, wrapped in the arms of the world’s biggest, clingiest, most lovably infatuated puppy.

“so needy, caleb,” she hummed. she let out a soft sigh, pressing a kiss to his bare chest as she rested her cheek against him..

“just you.”

[sturnioz]

so what would fb chris do if shy reader was just evidently insecure one day? like he initiates sex and shes like hesitant to take off her clothes and has been like finding ways to cover her face all day because a random girl in one of her classes called her ugly to one of her friends or something?? im just curious

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"aight, 'kay. the fuck is goin' on? huh?" chris breaks away from you, his sharp gaze piercing into yours as he notices your hesitation to reveal your body to him — which you've obviously done countless of times before without any problems. leaning back on his palms on the bed, his chest bare, he gives you a look. "what? c'mon. talk."

you frown softly, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you avoid his gaze, the heat rising to your cheeks making you aware of how vulnerable you feel as you finally mutter, "some girl in my class, she.. she just said some mean things."

"what mean things?" chris prompts.

you take a deep breath, the words catching in your throat. "she.. called me ugly," you can't shake the embarrassment for admitting it out loud, but you were hurt. "and her friends, they... they just laughed. they all agreed, i think."

chris stares at you in silence for what seems like eternity, his gaze unwavering as his tongue prods at his cheek, and he tilts his head to the side slightly, squinting as he processes your words.

"so.. you're actin' like this 'cos some girl called you ugly?" chris scoffs. "kid, that's like fuckin' high school drama, a'ight? who gives a fuck if she called you ugly?"

"i do," you find yourself saying, your voice firmer than you expected. "i care."

the words hang in the air, and you catch a flicker of something in his expression, a mix of uncertainty and awkwardness as he continues taring at you. you wish he would look away, that he would shift his focus to something—anything—other than you.

"look, i uh... i get it, yeah?" he finally says, his tone softening a fraction. "but you.. you can't let some random fuckin' girl get under your skin like that, bun. 'kay? 'cos what they say is all fuckin' bullshit anyway."

you blink, surprised. "it is?"

"yeah.." chris nods slowly, scratching his cheek as if trying to find the right words. "you're pretty, bun."

the sudden compliment hangs awkwardly between you, and you can see the tension in his shoulders. it's as if he's uncomfortable by his own words, and he shifts slightly, pulling a face.

but a smile creeps onto yours despite the lingering embarrassment, feeling a warmth spread in your chest. "thank you... that means—"

"no," he snaps, his tone shifting back to its familiar bluntness. "don't get all weird on me, kid. s'not a big deal, yeah? and don't let that get to your head 'cos i'm not sayin' it again. and — and don't get all mushy on me either... shits gross."

[gigi-loveless]

Hiii is it alright if I request for a College!Camgirl!Ellie x college!reader? Could I also have a specific 💐 tag for when I ask things 😭😭?

PS: I love your work so fucking much, on my knees for them 💗🙏🏻

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જ⁀➴ yes angel!! thank you <3 sorry this took so long btw!! lowkey had a bender over spring break and didn’t write 🫣

warnings: 18+, squirting, pet names, service top!ellie, camgirl!ellie, consensual video recording. photo credits to @ellies.galaxy on tiktok!

reqs are open 𝜗𝜚

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“you can take it baby. know my girl can.” the auburn haired girl whispered, while guiding your hips to sink fully down on her brand new strap on that sits erect on her pale lap. the aforementioned 8 inch, lavender toy was generously gifted by one of her followers, with a message attached that simply said “to break her in.”

since moving in with ellie, you’ve gradually learned so much about her….possibly more than a roommate should. first, it was her adorable obsession with vintage video games, then the way she brings home little rocks and treasures she finds on the walk to class, then…it was finding her nude in front of a camera with your “missing” thong smothering her face.

but, you couldn’t possibly resist helping her, huh?

the video garnered tons, TONS of donations, likes, and subscriptions. her followers loved that it wasn’t a staged “getting caught” cliche, and that you fully indulged in her perverse energy. since then, she’s gotten lots of requests to keep you around in her videos, which you are more than happy to oblige.

the tip nudges against your cervix, a soft bulge appearing on your abdomen. as she shifts to zoom in on the precious sight, your long forgotten homework falls off the bed, papers sliding all across the floor.

“y’see that? how she’s fuckin swallowing me?” ellie asks the camera as she zooms in on the aforementioned “she”, being your fully stuffed cunt.

“els…please move….” you pant, digging your fingernails into her thighs as an anchor. “i…i’ll do….any-thng…” you whine desperately, dying to just rut into ellie’s hips on your own, but you know better. the first (and last) time you made that mistake, she tied you up with the vibrator on the highest setting for two hours, live-streaming the whole ordeal.

hey, at least she made over $500 off of it.

“show em how you feel, angel.” ellie coos, thrusting in and out agonizingly slow, propping the camera up on her dresser, the perfect angle to capture your doe eyes rolling effortlessly into the back of your head.

“els….ohmgd…please harder!”

without a word, ellie gets the most intriguing smirk on her face, massaging her calloused fingers into your hips for a moment….then suddenly gripping onto them, bouncing you on her cock unrelentingly. screaming her name, your legs go numb. every time your trembling hands go to grip onto her waist for support, she nudges you off, growing wetter and wetter watching you unable to stabilize yourself. a thin white ring forms around the base of her cock, that she scrambles to grab the camera and zoom in on.

“look at that…fuck.” she reaches down and thumbs on your clit, causing you to buck down into her even harder, if that’s possible at this point.

“gna…gna cum els….pleaseee…” you stare right into the camera, knowing that she’s gonna replay that moment over and over again later just to see the pathetic desperation in your eyes, your perfect pout penetrating her every thought.

“go ahead angel, cum all over this cock. show me how good it feels in you. how….how…god…how good i feel in you.”

those last words send you over the edge, collapsing into her while your entire body twitches. your tight, slick walls clench around the toy for the final time, her thumb on your clit encouraging you to drench ellie’s stomach and sheets.

“fuck…i got that shit on camera. you’re so goddamn hot.” she pans the camera down to her toned stomach, where your wetness is splattered. the euphoria hasn’t worn off yet, your eyelids heavy, vision blurry as ellie smooths down your hair delicately, throwing the camera onto her chair and cradling your head into her lap.

“such a good girl f’me…..”

[1999hiru]

okay but what about a sorta opposite from your mean!reader nerdy!abby. reader is a total book worm but when it comes to anything outside of a textbook she’s a bimbo. while abby’s set on getting her doctorate and doesn’t have time for anyone but reader wriggles her way dumbly into abby’s heart

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WAAAA I LOVE THIS ONE OMG … so cute i luv this so bad thank you flower anon !!!!!! i’m kinda obsessed with dumb reader and nerdy abby … but maybe i’m projecting because i’m also quite dumb </3

i made reader more bimbo-y (that is not a word forgive me) and focused on the fact that she’s more interested in books than studies , i hope that’s okay !!!!! <3333

i hope you enjoy !!!!!!!! ^_^ ♡ ♡ ♡

cw. slightly mean abby, fingering

⋆˙⟡ nerdy! abby and bimbo! reader, a match made in heaven.

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♡ . — ꒰ 1 ꒱

୨୧ you’re obsessed with reading. your shelves are filled with a wide range of genres, from the most intricate fantasy stories to thriller and horror, and even to the most insane smut you’ve ever come across. when you’re not busy shopping or doing your makeup to take selfies, your head is buried in one of your many books for hours. unfortunately, your passion for reading hasn’t transferred to your academics…

୨୧ exam season is coming up, and you haven’t been studying at all! but one quick glance at abby anderson, the well-known top student of your classes, and you decide you need her help. you haven’t spoken to her at all, never in the two years you’ve been attending college, but after your lecture had ended, you confidently approach her wearing your favorite mini-skirt. you have a big smile on your face when you get to her, a little too big, but this was important. first impressions mattered. but abby simply looked at you from head to toe, packing away her textbooks and making her way out of the room without saying a single word.

୨୧ no biggie… maybe she’s just busy, she probably had a lot of things to do considering she had to keep her place as number one. so the next week you see her, you end up following her out of the lecture hall like a lost puppy — she doesn’t respond back to you, even after you offer to buy her a sweet treat from the campus’ cafe, or when you asked if she wanted a study partner. she kept walking to wherever she needed to go. you ended up following, of course. abby wasn’t pleased at all. you could tell from her face, but that didn’t deter you!

୨୧ abby didn’t budge for a while. she told you off one time, something along the lines of “i don’t need an idiot distracting me,” which you took with a grain of salt. maybe all those calculations and body anatomy memorization made her moody. she was always in the library studying, laptop open with lecture slides, her notebook full of notes that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, even five different pens for differing information. you were lucky enough that she didn’t say anything when you followed her to the library, but it was like you weren’t even there at all.

୨୧ you’re sitting across from her, a book in hand as always, you’re almost halfway done in the time that abby had been studying. you wonder how she can focus for so long without wanting to do something else. but abby thinks the same about you, taking small curious peeks when you were distracted. she wonders how you’re so goddamn annoying about your college work but can read a bunch of big words for hours. beats her, not her problem.

୨୧ abby had enough one day. she invites you over to her dorm room for a “study date” just to shut you up, and almost immediately tells you to sit down when you prance around, touching almost every medal and trophy she has on display. you sit on her bed, a sheepish smile on your face. now that you’re here with her — alone, it makes you a little nervous. you’ve been begging for this, and yet, it makes you blush a little when abby sits right next to you. your arms are brushing against each other, and she’s flipping through her notes while she explains them to you. you weren’t really listening.

୨୧ for the first time, you’ve gotten the chance to get to know abby. her cologne is strong, but not overpowering, it’s just enough to keep you wanting more. she smells good. her hair is always neatly braided. her notes are also freakishly organized, perfect handwriting with different brightly colored titles for every single chapter. you laugh a little, and it confuses abby. she lets out a “what?” with a glare, and you wrap your arms around her bicep, “nothing, just kinda funny that all your notes are so cute when your personality is the complete opposite!”

♡ . — ꒰ 2 ꒱

୨୧ abby who flushes at your comment — cute? no one had ever called her notes “cute,” that was ridiculous. she didn’t have time for your teasing when you were so adamant about your grades being in jeopardy. you chased her around campus, interrupted her cherished library time by poking around, doing absolutely nothing but cross off another useless book from your list. but for some reason your grasp around her, warm and welcoming, made her feel a little weird. she didn’t like that at all. she had no time to babysit some dumb girl that couldn’t even be bothered to pay attention to her! she was using her precious study time to help you, and you were teasing her. nonetheless your jab at her personality. she knew she was cold, distant even. but she needed to be completely focused if she wanted to get her doctorate. she didn’t want to hear that from someone like you either.

୨୧ abby scoffs, pushing you away. she shuts her notebook and sets it to her side, getting up from her place next to you. she lets out a heavy breath before staring right at you. “look, seriously, i have better things to do. if you aren’t going to try then you need to get out.” you’re pouting almost immediately, your eyes finding hers too. glossy and big. abby’s almost exasperated — you’re a grown woman looking at her like that. but the more she stares at you like this, the more she starts feeling the horrible twist of guilt in her stomach. shit, she thinks. maybe i was a little too harsh.

୨୧ she doesn’t want you to know she feels bad, so after a while of your very unconvincing puppy eyes and finding her will power, she sits back down and opens up her notes again. a smile spreads across your face instantly, and abby does her best to ignore it. you’re a pretty girl, dumb and incredibly annoying yes, but so pretty. she would be an idiot if she said otherwise, but she continues on, grumbling a “pay attention this time, no more talking.” you nod eagerly. she can’t help but take a few glances at you when you’re reading over her notes for yourself.

୨୧ you and abby spent the rest of the afternoon going over concepts you struggled with, and abby hates to admit it, but you weren’t so bad. you were smarter than you acted. yeah, you struggled with the most basic topics, but you eventually got them after a while. (with a lot of re-explaining from abby, a heavy sigh from her when you couldn’t answer her questions) you were funny too, and even made her laugh occasionally, but abby always covered it up with a cough. you both had gone through everything you were struggling with, and abby found it… endearing? to see you try so hard. the way your tongue poked out when you were working through a problem, when you scribbled down little mental notes to keep track. she found herself staring at you a lot, embarrassingly enough, and abby tried to keep herself busy when she caught herself — picking up a random textbook from her pile and flipping through it.

୨୧ over the course of exam season, abby was spending a lot of time with you. it annoyed her still, that her carefully constructed routine was suddenly destroyed by some girl that put her energy into fictional literature rather than actual important reading, but she was getting used to it. she even started waiting for you to pack up your things when the lecture ended, slowly putting away her books and electronics just so you had enough time to walk up to her. abby always greeted you with a blank stare, an eye roll if you were lucky, but you’d never know she purposely slowed herself down for you. she didn’t know why either. it’s like her body did it on autopilot, and now her routine consisted of her studies and you. walking to the library together, her telling you to focus when you got sidetracked, plus the lengthy hours of studying in her dorm room. it was her new routine.

♡ . — ꒰ 3 ꒱

୨୧ when abby finally finishes all her exams, she takes a lot of time relaxing in her dorm. she continues reading up on chapters she wanted to smooth over when she hears a small knock at her door. of course, it’s you, and you let yourself in with your laptop held tightly to your chest. “abs, i think i’m gonna die. this last exam is gonna kill me.” abby groans at your dramatics, “do not call me abs,” but she pulls out her little table anyway and you both sit next to each other. you’re pulling up the exam practice questions like clockwork, and you run her through the ones you didn’t understand.

୨୧ you’re almost an hour into it, and abby can tell you aren’t focusing. you’re constantly spacing out, interrupting her to talk about a new book coming out, and you aren’t grasping anything at all. she made a little quiz just for you, and you hadn’t gotten anything right. abby runs a hand through her hair, breathing out a deep sigh. she closes your laptop and places the pen right back into your hand. you stare at her confused.

୨୧ “if you get a question right, i’ll give you something. how about that?” abby proposes, your eyes darting from her own to her lips. abby is a little taken aback, you’re bold, you make it so obvious. but she patiently waits for your answer anyway. “like what?” you reply quietly, and the air is suddenly thick with tension. it’s too quiet.

୨୧ “whatever you want.” abby was done with her own exams. she could afford to be reckless for a little. maybe she’d regret it in a few weeks, but with the way you’re staring at her, the way you’ve been staring at her, she knows exactly what you want. she couldn’t go back now. and abby couldn’t lie to herself either. she was getting distracted — thoughts about what your lips would feel like, what it’d be like if your bodies were so close that she started smelling like your perfume, the stolen glances when you both pretended to be working, she knew. and you knew it too.

୨୧ “then…” you answer, no elaboration, you’re shifting up to tug your shorts down. abby bites the inside of her cheek when she sees how perfectly your panties fit your ass, the material hugging it like it was made for you. she hasn’t taken her eyes off you the moment you moved, and she should be upset at the fact you just discarded your clothes on the floor, messily, but she didn’t care. her hand reached out to touch your hip before she could even realize, caressing you softly. you smile at her, that stupid smile abby insisted was so annoying, before you turn your attention to the makeshift quiz she made for you. abby shuffles closer to see you work, watching as your hand moves to answer.

୨୧ you think long and hard before answering, circling one of the multiple choice answers abby provided. it’s correct. abby doesn’t say it, but her hand moves to slip down the front of your panties. she leaves it there, a hitch in your breath when she’s just over where you needed her the most. the room feels so hot, abby thinks. was it always this hot? you continue on to the second question, your brain working overtime to focus on the right choice — it’s hard when abby’s warm hand is over your cunt, the fact that you’re almost indecent while abby is fully clothed. you throb at the thought.

୨୧ you shakily circle another answer, an approving hum from abby. she shoves her hand in deeper, now moving her fingers up and down your folds. you’re already so wet, and you just barely started. you can feel her watching your every move, peering from right above your shoulder. you go to the third question, one you thought you knew, circling confidently. abby continues her slow pace across your aching pussy, “no, not that one.” you groan, frustrated, she’s going too slow and it’s making you crave for more. your brain is starting to feel fuzzy.

୨୧ you get to question five, and abby had started to move faster, her fingers circling your clit and rubbing at your entrance, teasing, you moan when she rubs over your clit again — “focus,” she mumbles in your ear, continuing her pace. you do your best to. you glance over the answers for the question and circle, abby rubbing at you even quicker. a strangled “abby!” is pulled from your throat, feeling her lips at your neck. “c’mon, next one. you don’t wanna fail, do you?” you shake your head, and with a tighter grip on her pen, you move down to the next one. you’re so wet, and you can hear yourself if you listen close enough.

୨୧ you miraculously answer the next three questions correctly, and when you circle your next answer, it’s like abby was waiting — she pushes a thick finger inside of your waiting cunt immediately, a loud squelch at the contact. you’re gasping, abby pulling you onto her lap so smoothly you don’t even realize, and she’s spreading your legs with ease. she’s thrusting it in deep, slowly, so slowly that you’re squirming at every push. it’s not fast enough, and you know if you don’t get this next one right, she’s going to keep it this way. your head is buzzing, and it takes you four attempts to read question nine properly. you’re circling your best guess, and fuck. abby bites hard into the side of your neck, your hips bucking at the pain. “we went over that, stupid girl..” her mean words should bother you, but you feel yourself clench at the name. stupid, stupid, stupid. maybe you were, but that didn’t matter right now. your neck was stinging with pain and it was making you drip.

୨୧ “guess you don’t wanna come if you’re not taking this seriously?” abby laughs condescendingly, her voice right against your ear. you moan at her tone, and it’s not long before you’re trying to push down on her fingers, wanting to fuck yourself till’ you finish. but abby’s not that nice, never had been, and she completely pulls her fingers out of you. you’re empty suddenly, feeling a glob of slick pour out of your cunt. you’re whimpering, noisy and pathetic. “please, abs i can’t—“

୨୧ abby takes her free hand and grips your chin tightly, turning your focus back to the paper in front of you. it’s blurry, and your grasp on the pen seems to be getting looser. “you have one more, you wanted me to teach you right? so do it. don’t waste my time.” abby lets go of you, shoving two fingers inside of you without warning. it feels like you were shocked, shivers running down your spine. the stretch is painful, so sudden, but you’re clenching so tightly around her that abby can’t help but laugh at you. “it’s just one question, you shouldn’t have been so desperate if you can’t even do this.”

୨୧ tears are pooling in your eyes, your cheeks red from the humiliation. you’re reading over the last question as best as you can, your entire body shaking from the pressure inside of you. abby mutters something along the lines of, “following me around like a dumb puppy, you’re embarrassing” and it makes you wetter. you can’t think straight. you find two words that you recognize and circle the answer you think is right — you can feel abby press a kiss into your hair, “who would’ve thought? maybe you aren’t so fuckin’ dumb after all.”

୨୧ a sigh of relief falls from your lips, feeling abby move inside of you. she’s thrusting into you as roughly as she can now, deep, calling you a stupid mutt in your ear, you’re gripping at her thighs when she continues fucking into your pussy like an animal, digging deep into that spot. you gasp when she brushes over it. “right here, huh? making you feel good here?” she’s curling her fingers up into you, practically bruising it with how hard she’s pressing against it. you choke out her name, moans and whimpers streaming from your lips before you come hard on her fingers. you’re twitching, clenching tightly around her digits, abby’s lips are on yours and she’s licking into your mouth. you can’t feel anything for a few seconds.

୨୧ abby gently fucks you through it, looking over your paper from where you both sat. she smiles down at you, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “not bad, i think you’ll pass.”

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@hyperbabes

[mblue-art]

Blue art best art! Honestly, I love coming back to your blog specifically when I need a soft huggable sans. They're the best and also your artstyle is a balm on a bad day. Have a flower, fren 💐💜

🥺 awe,, thank youuu <(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)ﾉ⁠♡

doodles u ccino (specifically @monster-kind's latte !)

[dpspcehntr]

hiii!! i saw your requests were open and i love your writing style so much so i thought id give an ask!!

could i please request a rafayel x reader smut where the reader is an author, hmo on this. i've seen so many fics of raf painting on the reader, the roles reversed with the reader writing the most poetic things about everything they love about him on his skin and teasing him with the pen? yeah. can we tell this has been on my mind for awhile?

please don't feel pressured to do this either!! i hope you're taking care of yourself, please don't forget to drink some water

- 💐[if taken, im okay with any other emoji you assign 🫂]

Hello 💐anon I absolutely adore this ask! I think it plays well with the switch x switch dynamic I have for Raf and MC! And i will take care of myself anon, I need to make sure I'm in tip top shape to keep writing! I took a big chug of water before I wrote this just for you 😉🤗

My ask box is officially OPEN! Send me your requests, thoughts, head canons, anything you want! Before you send, please read the rules!

Warnings: suggestive content, grinding, teasing, dry humping (if you squint)

“Hold still! You’re so wiggly.”

You press your hand onto his chest as the other picks up the marker. Underneath you Rafayel is laying on his back trying every so often to see what you’re doing. He huffs and settles back down onto the mattress. With a steady hand you begin writing, using him as a canvas for your next love poem.

“I hope this one makes it into your next book. Otherwise I’ll be pretty salty.”

You lightly tap his thigh and lean into his ear. You hear his breath quicken as you press yourself onto him.

“Shut the fuck up or you’ll ruin the whole thing.”

You plant a kiss right on his jaw before pulling away completely. You press the marker into his skin once again and begin writing. You silently send a thank you to Lemuria for sending you a man with so much space to write. Your focus is so strongly planted within each word you write that you are oblivious to the man underneath you. As you rock back and forth on him trying to find a good angle to write, the man beneath you is slowly loosing his composure. Your hands graze his nipples as you continue to write down his chest. Sitting on top of him in his shirt and not much else has his mind wandering. His breath is shallow as he fights the urge to grind back into you. He keeps deathly still but he cannot focus on your words, instead he prays that you don't feel how hard he's getting. You on the other hand can barely focus on the words you're writing realizing how intimate this actually is. You took for granted how much he likes to paint on you, this is actually nerve wracking. All you want to go is kiss him but no you must stay focused, you're almost done. You wanted so badly to say fuck it and rut into him further. Surely there is a wet spot on his pants by now from how turned on you are. Both of you now are locked in a fierce battle of will power as your hand lingers dangerously close to the waistband of his pants.

"I'm almost done I promise."

You bite your lip as you put the finishing touches on your work. You plant a kiss on his chest for good keeping and pull back to give your handiwork another glance.

"Don't you dare move, let me get a picture."

You reach for your phone on the table next to the bed. His cheeks are flushed pink as his eyes trail your every move. Once you settle back in your spot do you realize how much he wants you. You give him an experimental grind pretending to get the perfect angle for your photo, feeling your own arousal throbbing for attention. You snapped a few more pictures than needed, wanting to tease him later for his facial expressions. You purposefully lean back over him to put your phone away, letting your chest sit right in front of his face. Once you settle down again you lean down and capture his lips into a desperate kiss. You both moan into the kiss and he grips your hips and grinds his hard on deep into you. Your underwear is ruined as you slip your tongue into his mouth. Your work is long forgotten as his hands slide up your body to press you closer to him. You pull away from the kiss for air and look down at him.

"My turn."

He uses his grip on your hips to flip you underneath him and pull you into another searing kiss, starting round two.

[rafeslittlepup]

What is bunnywife and Rafe doing right now?!

Also hope u had a nice day :)

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rafes outside in the backyard shirtless, in basketball shorts helping jamie and colton “build a fort” with wooden planks, rhett is eating dirt. rosie belle is inside in her tutu dress doing “ballet” in front of the tv, bunnywife just came back from the farmer’s market because she forgot to buy peaches (she’s going to make cobbler ) <3

[sunlit-mess]

can we make out

[fiastomatocheek]

Awww stop that was so cute, Luce shouting out to jack and her focusing on skating while luke just melts ughhh. Imagine her wadling over to nico while her mum and luke have their own little cute moment on the ice and luce asking for the secret scoop on snoopy and reader's relationship before she was born in exchange for her secrets about snoopy, two little gossips.

Also, thank you!!! Tomorrow's exam is looking better (family law) which I think I'm pretty good at, tho ill update hahaha. Just me and my time management, ugh let a girl yap pls 🤚

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omg, girl, you’re gonna crush that family law exam tomorrow, i can feel it! i’m rooting for you so hard. time management’s a struggle, but you’re out here slaying, so yap all you want, i’m living for it, please drop that update after the exam, i’m invested!

okay, now with little luce, a total menace on skates, zipping around the devils’ rink like she’s on a mission from a soap opera. she’s got her tiny jersey on, hair bouncing, and she’s dead-set on uncovering every juicy detail about her snoopy and mommy’s love story before she was born. this girl is relentless, interrogating the entire new jersey devils roster like she’s hosting a tell-all podcast. she’s grilling coach first, all serious with her hands on her hips, like, ‘coach, did mommy and snoopy fight a lot back in the day?’ coach is sweating, mumbling something vague, but luce is already skating off to her next target, nico, nico hischier. she slides up to nico, all sneaky-like, and hits him with, ‘nico, spill the tea! did my mommy and snoopy ever break up?’ nico’s eyes go wide, totally thrown that this tiny human is asking about relationship drama. he scratches his neck, like, ‘uh, yeah, luce, they did once…’ and before he can even get to the good part, luce gasps, all dramatic, and cuts him off with a sassy, ‘nico, you’re telling me mommy dumped my snoopy? oh, we’re gonna have words!’ then she’s off, skating like a mini tornado, leaving nico blinking like, ‘what just happened?’. meanwhile, you and luke are having your own moment on the ice, maybe luke’s trying to teach you a spin or just holding your hands while you wobble, all heart-eyes and giggles. luce comes barreling over, her little face all scrunched up in betrayal, and she plants herself in front of you both, arms crossed. ‘mommy!’ she wails, ‘why’d you break snoopy’s heart?!’ you’re like, ‘what? baby, what are you talking about?’ and she’s full-on oscar-worthy, pouting with teary eyes, ‘nico said you broke up with snoopy before i was born, and now i feel so bad for him!’ she turns to luke, throwing her little arms around him, ‘poor my snoopy, i’m on your side now!’

luke’s trying so hard not to crack up, pulling her into a hug while shooting you a look like, ‘what did we do to deserve this kid?’ he kneels down, all soft, and says, ‘luce, what else did nico tell you?’ she sniffles, still clinging to him, and goes, ‘he said it was mommy’s idea to break up, and i just can’t believe she’d do that to you, snoopy!’ then she whips her head to you, all sassy, ‘mommy, you owe snoopy a big sorry, and i’m not leaving till you say it!’ you’re just standing there, half-laughing, half-confused, trying to piece together how your love life became the rink’s hottest gossip. luce is basically the team’s unofficial reporter now, skating from player to player, trading her own ‘secrets’ about luke (like how he sings to her stuffed animals at bedtime) for more dirt on you two. she’s out here making deals like, ‘okay, uncle rowdy, i’ll tell you why snoopy hides his snacks, but you gotta tell me if mommy ever cried over him!’ the whole team’s in on it, half-amused, half-terrified of her.

[rayroseu]

to all the anons who sent me asks to the "why you follow me" prompt,,,, THANK YOUUU YOU MADE MY DAY 😭😭💕💞💞💐💐✨✨✨here is my live reaction to it all KLSDKLDFK

as a gift, i hastily sketched this harveston malleus,,,, its still my dream card even until today OMLL, i KNOW he wouldve won the sled race, he would treasure his patchwork gargoyle plushie, he wouldve looks SO CUTE in those oversized knitted clothing, he wouldve enjoyed chatting with the harveston people and enjoyed apple dishes in a bonfire with everyone and may i add he would ABSOLUTELY love the sleepovers before the competition and the mini musical they did to ease tension,,,,, justtttt EVERYTHING HE DESERVES,,, 😭😭💕💕💞💞✨✨✨

harveston malleus is always on my mind 😭😭😭✨BE REAL ALREADYYY

[taurasiluvr]

ry can i be the 💐 emoji?

alsoooooo cannot stop thinking about calling diana 'daddy' while she scissors me, kissing my ankle and calling me her good girl 🤍🤍🤍🤍

omg anon stop that's gonna make me go insane

diana's hands would be pushing your legs further apart as she rubs herself against you, ignoring your whimpering and the anticipation and need building to a fever pitch. she rubbed herself against you, her pussy sliding along your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly.

"daddy, please," you'd pleaded, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and desire.

she'd keep ignoring your cries, her focus solely on driving you wild with need. her movements were deliberate, each rub sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, but never quite enough to bring you over the edge.

"look at you," dee murmured, her voice low and husky. "so desperate, so fuckin' needy. is this what you wanted, baby? to be reminded of who you belong to?"

"yes," you gasped, your hands clutching at the sheets as you tried to push back against her, seeking more friction, more contact. "yes, daddy, please, need you."

"that's right, fuck," she said, her tone commanding. "you're mine, all mine. my good fuckin' girl,"

with that, she shifted her position slightly, aligning herself with your slick and puffy pussy. she'd beginning rubbing herself against you, harshly, leaving no room for you to even breathe. you cried out, the sensation overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and overstimulation.

dee set a relentless pace, each rub driving hard, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. her hands gripped your ankles, holding you steady as she took you hard and fast. the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

"daddy," you whimpered, your voice breaking as you felt the tension within you coil tighter, ready to snap.

"cum for me, baby," dee growled, her own voice rough with arousal. "let go."

with her permission, you let yourself fall over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a force that left you breathless. your body trembled, your vision blurred, and all you could do was hold on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

dee continued to move, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering, spent mess beneath her. finally, she slowed, her thrusts becoming gentle, almost tender, as she brought herself to climax. she let out a deep groan, her body shuddering as she found her own release, her lips finding your ankles as she peppered kisses all over them.

then she'd collapsed next to you, pulling you into her arms, both of you panting and spent. she'd held you close, her fingers gently stroking your hair as you both came down from the high.

thanks anon for the thought! & if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[leejenowrld]

helloo, what would jeno think about doing a 3some with another guy? and can I become and anon (💐)?

yesss you can absolutely be this anon, 💐. i already adore you so welcome in with open arms 🫶🏼 and oooh okay… this question??

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jeno would think he wouldn’t like it. at least not at first.

not because he’s insecure or closed off—he just doesn’t like the idea of sharing you. not your body, not your sounds, not the way your eyes glaze over when you’re too deep in it. that’s his. and even the thought of another man getting to see you like that, getting to hear the way you moan his name, how you beg when you’re right at the edge—it makes something sharp coil in the pit of his stomach. but here’s the thing: it also makes his cock twitch. because there’s a part of him, dark and buried and possessive as fuck, that likes the idea of someone else seeing what he gets to ruin every night. someone watching as you fall apart on jeno’s cock, as you call him daddy or baby or whatever sweet little thing you say when you’re needy and soaked and aching. he wants someone else to see how good he fucks you. how well he knows your body. how quickly he can make you sob without even trying.

he’d agree to it, eventually. not for the other guy—for you. and he’d make that very clear. he’d say it low in your ear while you’re laid out between them, already naked, already dripping: “you know you’re still mine, right?” and you’d nod, eyes wide, lips parted. but that’s not enough. “say it,” he’d growl, hand around your throat, thumb brushing your jaw, possessive and starving. “say who this pussy belongs to.”

and you’d say it. because you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

he’d want to watch you first—watch someone else go down on you, tongue fucking you open while he sits beside you, stroking himself, telling you how fucking pretty you look when you’re soaking someone’s face. he wouldn’t touch, not at first. just watch. burning holes into you with those dark, dangerous eyes. and when you start squirming, gasping, reaching out for him, he’d finally lean in and say, “he can make you cum, but you’ll still cry for me after.”

and when it’s his turn? when he finally slides into you, cock deep and thick and familiar? oh, he’s fucking ruthless. holding your hips down, biting at your neck, growling filth into your skin as the other guy watches. “you feel that, baby? the way your pussy squeezes around me? that’s what he doesn’t get. he doesn’t know what it’s like to feel you fall apart from the inside out.”

he’d make sure you finished on his cock. again and again. would love how overstimulated you get, how you reach back and claw at his thighs, eyes rolling back while you cry his name, even with someone else there. and the more fucked-out you get, the more possessive he becomes—gripping your jaw, spitting in your mouth, choking you lightly while he whispers, “look at him while i fuck you. let him see what it looks like when someone actually knows how to ruin you.”

it’s not about dominance over the guy—it’s about claiming you. making it undeniable that no one makes you come the way he does. and when you’re done? when your body’s trembling and twitching, skin marked with love bites and bruises and cum dripping down your thighs? jeno’s the one who’ll clean you up. who’ll kiss your lips soft, who’ll hold you in his lap and stroke your back while your breathing evens out. the other guy might’ve been part of the act, but the aftermath? that’s jeno’s alone. and he wouldn’t even have to say it for you to know it—he’s the one you melt into, the one you belong to.

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come back anytime with more of this energy, 💐. jeno’s mind is such a deliciously layered place to explore like this.

[1999hiru]

୨୧ cw. bully! abby, secret relationship, homophobia, threats of violence, mentions of sex

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you'd like to think you had a relatively normal life. spending most of your time studying, reading up on your favorite books when you didn't have to focus on exams, skimming through libraries and volunteering at your local animal shelter. you didn't have many friends either, so you had a lot of time to yourself. it never bothered you, it gave you a lot of time to earn your 4.0 gpa.

well, minus the time you spent with your girlfriend abby, abby anderson. the known jock at your college. she had dozens of wins under her belt, and she was well respected by coaches, professors, and everyone who attended your college. abby had created the perfect image of your college's sports team, even receiving state recognition for her abilities. she was respected because she was feared—she could contain herself, sure, but if you really did something to piss her off, it wouldn't be so pretty.

sometimes you have a hard time believing that someone like her would ever associate with you. you're not anything special, you kept to yourself and only ever went out to study somewhere else for a change of scenery. but abby thought you were the prettiest girl she's ever seen, obsessed with the way you laughed or how you tucked your hair behind your ears when you were looking at her. it made her heart so much bigger.

but unfortunately her pride was much bigger than her heart, and before you both dated, abby anderson had a thing for ruining your life. knocking into your shoulders as hard as she could, sending her friends to fuck with you, the basic bully stuff—you weren’t phased, honestly. you just thought she was the biggest moron to ever exist, but when you really got to know her, she was everything. she’s so sweet to you, helping you study for your exams, giving you everything you wanted, showing up to your dorm with flowers when she messed up. she was perfect. so perfect that it made you forget who she was outside of your little bubble.

it was easier to ignore that side of her now because she had left you alone, obviously, as soon as she asked to be your girlfriend she completely dropped the hostility towards you. instead, she went after others that piqued her interest. it was just who she was, she ended up falling in love with you and that was that.

well. your girlfriend was over it, her friends were not. you’re stuck in a weird alleyway between two buildings on campus, the far end where there wasn’t much students walking around, just abandoned facilities that people used for storage. you weren’t paying attention and ended up taking a different route than your usual, ending up here. abby’s friends must’ve followed you, they’ve always picked on you a lot more than abby did. “what’s someone like you doing over here?” one of them asked, snickering. the other two let out giggles, mean, the type of laugh you’d hear from literal movie characters who had nothing else to do but be a dick. you sigh. “i wasn’t paying attention, didn’t mean to go here.” a girl with long brown hair suddenly speaks, a grin on her face. “do you know what people do here?” she’s slowly walking towards you, the laughs of her friends and her footsteps echoing down the alleyway. you’re shaking your head, she’s close now, leaning down to talk in your ear—she makes her voice loud, so that her friends could hear. “people fuck over here. right against these walls, cum probably on the pavement you’re standing on.”

you’re blinking at her, confused. “i don’t see why that concerns me.” she’s scoffing, pulling away from you like you were sick or something. “i mean, why else would you be here? probably to fuck right? cross off something on your bucket list?” you glance over at the other two behind her, hands over their stomachs and laughing like it was the funniest joke ever—you rolled your eyes, letting out a dry laugh of your own. “c’mon, don’t be too mean to her. obviously no one’s coming to fuck her!” the other girl says, giggles in between her words. you’ve probably let out a million different sighs by now, exhausted, your lecture earlier had your hand cramping from how fast you had to pump out notes. your professor was never gracious with how thorough he went through slides. “look, i’m sorry to disappoint but, i really did just go the wrong way.” you’re pushing past them despite them blocking the exit, a hand reaching out to grip onto your wrist. you flinch. “by the way, i don’t know what happened with anderson, some gay shit between you two—but you should know she doesn’t like fucking losers like you.”

you’re giving her a smile, almost laughing at the irony. abby had been buried in between your legs last night, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you—begging you to make a mess on her face. but of course you wouldn’t tell them that, it made you feel weirdly proud to be the only person knowing who abby truly was. “thanks for looking out for me, very kind of you.” you shake off her grip, walking away. you could hear them muttering as you walked, a big smile across your face.

“hey, abs.”

“hi, baby.” you’re smiling up at your girlfriend, her usual braided hair paired with her jersey. she’s pressing a kiss to your forehead before handing you a box of your favorite takeout, welcoming herself into your room. you’re mumbling a small “thank you,” before shutting your door, joining abby on your bed. you’re a few bites in when you suddenly remember what had happened earlier, abby’s little minions trying to mess with you—it’s been a while since it had happened, you think, and it makes you laugh out loud.

“what’re you giggling about?” abby asks, looking at you strangely. you’re chewing your food, small chuckles still finding it’s way in, “your friends, earlier,” you’re shuffling to face abby—she’s sitting against your headboard, phone in hand and her eyebrows raised. “i accidentally went over to those abandoned buildings, apparently people go there for sex or something,” you’re taking another bite, talking about it so casually like how you spoke about what you learned in your “1000 fun facts about animals!” article. “and they thought i was there to fuck or something. then they were like, abby doesn’t like gay shit and losers like you, blah blah blah.”

abby’s face twitches, sitting up straighter at your words. “what?” you’re too busy diving into your food to notice, stuffing your face with it. “hm?” abby shifts closer to you, her hand moving over your thigh. “what’d they say to you baby?” you’re glancing back at her, your girlfriend’s face absolutely tensed—she always had a soft gaze when she looked at you, but it was gone now, hardened up by whatever irritated her. you gulp down another chunk of food before explaining yourself again. “they just said you don’t like losers like me.”

you’re even more confused when abby kisses you again, this time a rushed wet smack to your lips, she tells you “i have something to do, i’ll be right back okay?” you just nod at her, watching as she leaves. maybe she had to talk to her coach or something, whatever jocks did. you figured you could use the time to catch up on your assignments since you lost the time earlier.

abby’s out of breath by the time she gets to the familiar corridor, another floor of your dorm’s building. chest heaving with harsh breaths, flowing in and out of her body. she finds herself in front of the chipped wooden door, the paint fading away over the years. abby doesn’t bother knocking, she knows it’s open. she pushes the door open, violently, almost breaking the door knob with how angry she was—she’s greeted with the small room, bed in the corner and three girls sitting on it. her friends.

“abby! so nice to see you,” the brunette says, jumping out of her bed to hug her. abby winces at the touch, her arms wrapping around her waist. it’s awfully quiet, so awkward, abby notices that the other two might’ve realized she wasn’t feeling so friendly, not a single word from them. abby’s jaw felt sore from how hard she was clenching it. the girl pulls away from abby, starting to speak, but abby shuts it down as quickly as she opened her mouth, “the fuck did you do today?” abby pushes her, surprising the other, the force was enough to shove her down and back onto the bed. “what—why’d you push me? asshole,” she mumbles, rubbing at her bicep. abby’s on her in two long strides, standing right in front of where she sat. the other girls shuffled away, pressed up right against the headboard.

abby stares down at her, an empty glance. her jaw is still clenched, fists clenched at her sides. “if you ever fuck with her again,” the girl looks at abby confusingly, searching her mind for who she was talking about—she remembers your face, so infuriating, soft and pretty. a frown makes it’s way onto her features. “are you talking about her? that nobody—“ abby’s hand instinctively reaches out to her throat, not the way she held you down when she fucked you into your bed, but even tighter, a threat of death. the other two are running out of the room, footsteps distant in abby’s ears, the sound of her pounding heart louder. her blood was running hot. abby relished in the way the girl’s eyes glossed over with fear. “talk about her like that again, or even talk to her at all,” abby’s grip tightens, the girl beneath her grabbing at bed sheets, face going red from the lack of air. “and i’ll fucking kill you. you hear me?” abby doesn’t let go immediately, making sure her words get through. she’s staring down at the girl, analyzing her desperate eyes. it makes her scoff, “don’t let me see you again.” abby spits, releasing her grip. the sound of panicked breaths fill the quiet room. you can definitely count on never being bothered again.

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[shotgunsermon]

i saw a post of someone assigning animals to yj characters and part of me feels like it was u and part of me is unsure … so if it wasn’t you then what are ur beliefs on this .

if that post was you , which MYTHICAL creatures would you assign (werewolf , vampire etc.)

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help the post was not me!! unfortunately. however, i'll answer the animal one here, then do another post for the mythical creatures!

yellowjackets animals (main 7 + travis)

shauna ��� wolf & moth

wolf is pretty self explanatory. she's a loner and she bites. but i also associate her a lot with moths, because she always seems to carry death with her. KILLER for me that last episode because fuck yes, shauna shipman is an omen of death. tai — hawk & melanistic wolf

hawk, because she's the most calculating out of the bunch i feel. but also a melanistic wolf, since i feel like other tai makes a wolf motif fitting.

van — fox & irish setter

fox, because van has this very playful personality that fits with the fox motif. and also yknow... look at em. but, for the more devoted, knight-esque side of van? a loyal hunting dog like an irish setter just makes sense

nat — wolf & raccoon

nat always gives major wolf vibes, but for the opposite reason that shauna does. she's a pack oriented person, always trying to pull them together. but, i also like the raccoon, because they're resilient, highly adaptable, and very clever. and also look at that fucking raccoon. that's nat.

lottie — deer

very obvious. tall as fuck, graceful, antler queen, etc etc. everyone and their mother knows lottie is a deer. even the show knows it.

misty — selkirk rex cat & corsac fox

she's so fuckin cute this season it makes me wanna cry... but anyways. look at that cat and tell me it's not misty. also, corsac fox because they're one of the only fox species that is extremely sociable.

travis — stag & stallion

big animals come to mind for travis, because he's a fuckin unit first of all and second of all because horses are extremely gentle despite their immense size. they're also deeply social, forming intense bonds. the stag is also because of the line in doomcoming, yeah. sorry trav.

in summary as you can tell i like animals and animal symbolism a lot

[princessbrunette]

so we all know pope is usually all nice and gentle and sweet and blahblah- buuuuuut do you think he ever drops the nice guy act and gets mean, like when he's tired or he's arguing with reader or sum

new here btw, can i be 💐 anon?:)

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oh yeah, he can be kind of snarky lowkey. in my opinion he gets pretty passive aggressive sometimes if he’s stressed or if he feels slighted by the people around him. he tries not to be that way with you, which occasionally means he takes it in the opposite direction and just snaps at you. this happens mostly when he feels like you put yourself in danger for no reason, or trusted another member of the groups word over his.

the group would be loading up the boat, getting ready to depart after a long day of running about and getting yourselves in trouble. you weren’t supposed to be with them, because pope hated putting you in danger — but now you’d thrust yourself head first into all the shenanigans and it was increasingly bothering him.

“where are we going next?” you grin, finally placing your attention on your boyfriend as he works on the bow line, not even turning his head to glance at you.

“home.” he deadpans, thick arms working at the rope and reeling it up into his grip as it becomes undone. you furrow your brows, coming to his side — still full of energy and adrenaline.

“but john b said we had to go and find—”

it’s then he turns around, voice raised just a tad as he stares down at you. “no, you’re going home. we’re finishing what we started. you weren’t even supposed to be here.” it’s a short and sudden explosion, and he does infact feel bad when he watches your face slowly fall, heart heavy with the new realisation that pope didn’t want you there. he lowers his tone, purposely backing up to seem less imposing. “go… help kie on the deck.” he’s quieter, and you nod— not wanting to take any more of his time.

he sighs, pushing his palms into his eyes as he inwardly cusses himself out for being so mean to you. his blonde best friend comes rumbling down the steps to the boat, slowing his roll when he notices pope in distress.

“you good?”

“no. i was just unnecessarily mean.”

“to your girl? why, man?” jj approaches, perching on the side of the boat as pope stares over at the pier, squinting in the afternoon sun.

“because i’m an idiot.”

“yeah, well. been there, brother. just… make it right. she’ll be fine.” he pats his back, departing.

when the pogues drop you home, you don’t have much to say. avoiding pope all together as you offer them a small smile and climb off, clutching the arms of your backpack tight with clammy hands to stop from crying.

it’s around 11PM when they finish up doing what needs to be done. pope arrives at your door with a bouquet of flowers he purchased from the gas station and a guilty smile.

“so, i’m a dick… aaaand, i feel like i owe you a big explanation. may i come in?”

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