#chat|nick

[rad-roche]

Bad Habits

[cozylittleartblog]

8th annual nick valentine post! fallout 4 npcs Love sitting. they'll see a chair and ask "is anyone gonna sit here" and not wait for an answer. its like nick is on a personal quest to sit in every chair in the commonwealth. if he sees a chair its on sight

its because his joints are bad, obviously. he's like 140

[sturniolopepsi]

please choke me until i am dead on the floor. i’ll do anything

name your price baby

[creakysocks]

Nick and Ellie hanging out

[smoshyourheadin]

Can you do smut w Isaac where you guys are home alone in the house and idk getting at it ig🤷‍♀️ and then the rest of the guys get home and are scarred for the rest of their lives???

on our couch

pairing: isaacwhy x f!reader

a/n: FIRST SMUT FIC ALERT NEENOR NEENOR but fr i’m sorry if this sucks lmaooo // 18+ please thank youuuuu <3

warnings: smut!! oral sex, submissive reader, isaac is a meanie, orgasm denial/edging, praise, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it guys!!), general smut things, yumi is a negative nancy

what started as a friendly game of mario kart whilst the boys were out, very quickly devolved into an insult-throwing, competitive game of life and death. had isaac known you were so adept at the game maybe he would have prepared himself, or even suggested a completely different game.

"wow, what a bitch you are," he grumbled monotonously, gone past the point of anger as he watched another green shell appear on his screen and overturn his digital avatar. isaac pinched at the bridge of his nose with an exasperated huff, "this isn't even fun anymore, you're just being an annoying little fuckwit." throwing his controller down out of spite and onto the couch completely abandoning the match, he stood himself up with a groan. hastily pausing the match with an agape mouth, slightly disappointed that he didn't want to play all the way through, "come on, you still have a chance to win," you claimed as you stifled your laughter, trying to entice him to sit back down and be throttled with another shell you had loaded in your arsenal.

"no, i've had enough," the overgrown child retorted before sipping down the remnants of whatever flavour of gamersupps that had been sitting on the coffee table undisturbed for a few hours due to sheer concentration and determination to win a match on his behalf. letting out a displeased grumble, you turned off the game and relaxed back into the couch as he turned to look down at you with an aggravated still expression. "oh stop being such a sore loser," you scolded him with a raised eyebrow. admittedly his immature outbursts over the past few games had become grating as opposed to the amusing back-and-forth jabbing at each other that took place beforehand.

"i'm not being a sore loser, i just don't want to play with someone who is being such a fucking asshole." he stated adamantly, his anger refusing to settle and he refusing to admit that he was wrong, which was usually the case anyway.

"you're just being a whiny little bitch because you didn't get what you wanted," you admitted with a pause, "you just wanted to win so you could rub it in my face." in all honesty, you were really expecting him to retort back with another childish accusatory insult before he stormed off to calm himself down, but his expression remained and he stared vacantly at you as you could almost see the cogs turning inside of his head, and possibly cartoon-like steam expelling from his ears. "is that right?" he asked calmly, though you could still see his eyes burning with annoyance.

gently nodding your head with a simple hum, not knowing what you were getting yourself in for as he had never really had this demeanour before, but you had a feeling it was worth the risk. isaac silently mouthed the word wow, raising his eyebrows and emulating the shock and disapproval you were expecting but realistically he had you hook, line, and sinker. he wanted you to bite back.

hee lowered himself down onto the couch, his gaze shifting from your top to bottom as he took you all in. despite the silence, it was unbelievably tense in the room in the best way possible. the unpredictability of his next move was kind of pulse-raising, yet alluring. overstated, almost as if you were flirting with death.

his fingers ardently dug into the waistband of your pj pants as he tugged them fervently down past your knees, along with your underwear, past your ankles before aimlessly discarding them to the floor. a light shiver consumed your entire body as the cold air hit your bare skin. still, without saying an entire word, he sank himself fully. his large hands grasped eagerly at your thighs, pulling you effortlessly in one motion so you were as close as he needed you to be. isaac’s soft lips pressed against your pulsing clit, and as he did so you could feel his light stubble grazing the inside of your thighs. his tongue was gentle at first, his lips did most of the work. pursing his lips on your clit as he excitedly sucked and occasionally used his teeth to delicately brush against it.

isaac’s fingers would occasionally tighten around your thighs, his fingers and cold rings pressing into your tender skin only indicating his arousal. eventually, his tongue hesitantly caressed your sensitive node, making laps around it before skimming it once more. satisfied hums left your mouth, hands buried in his long brown curls. you could feel him smile as he spurted out his hot breath amused by his actions and how you were now like putty in his hands. he continued to suck and lick as if he was parched and on the brink of death. his eyes would remain shut but he would periodically look up at you to see your flushed face, tightly shut eyes and pursed lips. you were only getting more vocal by the minute as he continued to hit all the right spots before abruptly pulling away without warning. lustfully, he licked his lips and revelled in the contorted expression you attempted to conceal.

"fuck, m’close," you uttered as you attempted to regulate your breathing. isaac nodded proudly with a wicked and playful smile, "yeah i know," he added cockily. his hands caressed your legs and everywhere but where you wanted him to be touching; tingles shooting through every part of your nervous system as his gentle fingertips glided against your skin. "please," you weakly attempted to beg for him which you only knew was going to fail. and you were right.

"no, i’m not going to let you cum," he continued to smile devilishly, "you are however going to be a good little girl and shut up, and take my cock." doe-eyed, you obediently nodded as he began to undress. impatiently, he removed his top half and neglected it just as quickly as he did with your sweatpants. isaac’s erection wasn't concealed very well; the grey sweatpants only amplified its outline and whenever he would move you could see it slightly move beneath the fabric as you now realise he wasn't wearing any underwear. he noticed that you were looking and only wanted to tease you further. grabbing his stiff cock over his shorts, he began to rub it up and down leisurely so you could get a clear visualisation of his entire length.

swiftly pulling down his sweatpants, his erection bounced up and tapped up against his abdomen before bobbing for a short amount of time. using his hand, he caressed his cock again, using his thumb to wipe the pre-cum that was beginning to dribble from his tip. “now come and put your whore mouth to good use,” he demanded, continuing to massage his length.

adjusting yourself with your knees on the floor and his lap in front of you, his cock twitched as you held it up to your face - its span was almost equal the size of your head. looking down at you through his brows, his eyes burned with desire. he couldn’t wait to hear you choking on his cock.

wrapping your lips over the tip, you grabbed his shaft. delicate kisses and timid licks to ease him into it. lowering your mouth onto his hard dick, you let your tongue do most of the work, hands gripping onto his muscular thighs

isaac used one hand to twirl your hair into his grasp and would occasionally push it down to hear you gag on his cock. “what a good little slut, taking it all just like i asked,” he cooed. continuing to let out low and breathy groans, you came up to give your jaw a bit of a break. a string of saliva attached the head of his cock to your pursed and drenched lips.

after giving you a few generous seconds to recompose yourself, isaac pushed your head down onto his cock once more, thrusting his length into your mouth as he facefucked you. the occasional gag would cause him to let out a more satisfied groan. “mmhmm, i just love using your mouth baby,” he lulled, pulling your head back to look at your face. now, his face was more of a crimson tinge than it was prior, his hair sodden with sweat and his intense lustrous stare more piercing than before.

isaac stood himself up and bent you over the arm of the couch, slapping his now very erect cock on your ass. his hands couldn’t get enough of your curves as he squeezed and grasped your hips and waist. “behave and don’t make a noise, otherwise i’m going to stop,” he demanded, “and i know how much you want me inside of you so i suggest you listen,” he continued, peering down at your entrance which was practically dripping at this point. he used one hand to grasp your waist and the other to aid him in guiding himself towards your entrance.

he wasn’t being gentle this time, he drove himself inside of you knowing you were bound to squeal or make any sort of noise but your hand was firmly placed over your mouth which managed to mute most of it, he would give you the benefit of the doubt this time. “you’re such a good little slut letting me use you like a toy,” he murmured, continuing to go deep at a slow pace. he was cupping your ass in his hands as he watched himself slide inside you, cock glistening with your wetness. gaining speed and momentum, he was only making it harder for you to contain your moans.

slipping up as you were getting closer to your climax, you let an audible whimper leave your mouth before isaac tutted and retracted his length from you. “i thought i told you to behave, hmm?” he murmured. a long chain of apologies left your lips before you pleaded and begged for him to let you cum all over his shaft and how much you wanted his cock inside of you.

“now who’s being the whiny little bitch who’s not getting what she wanted hmm?” he amusedly hummed to himself, stroking his cock as he pressed his tip up to your entrance, painfully teasing you. “does my little princess not like being edged?” he softly ribbed in your ear as he leaned over and rested his defined chest on your back, using one hand to snake up your shirt and play with your nipples.

“if you apologise for earlier i’ll reconsider letting you finish, you just have to be a good girl for me,” he offered, his hands groping at your chest before unhurriedly entering you as he couldn’t resist himself.

“m’sorry,” you managed to apologise breathily, “didn’t mean to misbehave,” you feel him squeeze your ass. “please let me cum for you isaac.”

he was now planting delicate kisses all along your neck, “i didn’t hear that baby can you say that again,” he whispered, his hot breath hitting the side of your face before presenting you with more tender kisses. isaac liked being dominant but at the same time he couldn’t keep up the persona because the moment you became a begging little mess, tears staining your face and utterly aching for him, he couldn’t help but cave in. he was a very soft and generous lover and pleasing you turned him on just as much, if not more than dominating you would.

“please,” you were practically whining at this point “i didn’t mean to misbehave, i know better, just fuckin’ fill me with your cock, need it s’bad,” you pleaded with him, eyes shut as you tried to relish the painfully slow strokes. “i know you are princess, i just wanted to hear you say it again,” he smirked, as he began to pick up the pace once more. your pleased moans were music to his ears as he grabbed your waist, thrusting himself as deeply as possible so he could hit your sweet spot, and only within a few minutes were you about to reach your climax again. “mhmm that’s it, cum for me baby, you’ve been a good girl you deserve it,” he affirmed you. tightening around his cock, your body rid itself of all tension and began to slump into the cushions of the couch, all energy drained.

not too long after could you feel him twitch, his grasp on your waist tightened and his momentum and speed erratic as breathy moans escaped his lips. there was a brief pause as you both regained your breath. you were still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm before you joked “you’re more than welcome to lose another game of mario kart whenever you want, holy fuck.”

just then, the front door creaked open. panic set in, but it was too late to re-dress yourself. the sound of voices echoed through the hallway, growing louder as the approached the living room.

the next moments were a blur. shocked gasps, muttered curses, and the sound of footsteps scrambling away filled the room. you and isaac froze, faces burning with embarrassment as the realization of what had just happened sunk in.

for a moment, silence hung in the air, thick and heavy. then, a voice broke through the tension, tinged with a mixture of horror and amusement.

"oh my god, dude! seriously? on our couch?" yumi yelled, covering his eyes.

you quickly grabbed whatever clothing you could find, hastily covering yourselves up as the guys' groans echoed through the house. isaac's face was a deep shade of red, but you couldn't help but giggle despite the situation.

"guess we gave them a show," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

you nodded, still trying to catch you breath. "one they won't forget anytime soon."

as we finished getting dressed, we could hear the guys still talking about what they'd just witnessed, their voices carrying a mix of teasing and genuine shock. you exchanged a look, a silent agreement to never live this down, but also a shared understanding that, despite the embarrassment, it was a moment neither of you would trade for anything.

isaac smiled a bit as he walked you to the downstairs bathroom, hand on the small of your back. “let’s clean you up then princess.”

[chaossmith2]

At a bowling alley and Nick says “I’d offer to play a game, but you can’t recalibrate your arm sensitivity, can you?”

And I love how this implies Nick would 100% cheat if he didn’t have too much virtue 💀💀💀

[writingduhh]

hiii!! i love your writing style, can we maybe get a bigt x reader where tanner is so whipped he can't help but look at her with heart eyes whenever she walks in the room, even if he's streaming

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Got me blushing

Also, I. Love. This. Idea. So. Much.

BigT (Tanner) || Whipped

From the moment Tanner met you, he was hooked. It wasn’t just your looks—though he couldn’t help but think you were stunning—it was the way you carried yourself, your laugh, your intelligence. He was a goner from day one.

His friends and even his fans noticed the change. Tanner, who had always been so cool and collected, now seemed like a man whose heart beat just for you. His friends playfully teased him about it, but they were genuinely happy for him. Tanner didn’t care about the teasing; he was utterly in love with you.

One evening, Tanner was in the middle of a high-stakes game, his stream watched by thousands. The chat was lively, filled with the usual jokes, questions, and encouragement. He was fully immersed, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. Then you walked in.

You tried to be quiet, not wanting to disturb him, but Tanner noticed immediately. His head snapped up, and the intense look on his face softened into one of pure adoration. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Who just walked in?!”

“T, YOU’RE GOING TO GET SHOT!”

“Tanner’s heart eyes, though!”

“He’s so whipped, LOL!”

“Plz let her come on camera”

His fans teased him endlessly, but Tanner didn’t care. You waved in his direction, a small gesture, but it was enough to make his heart race.

“Hi, guys. I just got home and was just coming in to check on you,” you admitted sheepishly, your body still not fully out of the door frame.

“Oh, hey, babe!” He grinned, spinning around in his chair to fully face you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you apologized, beginning to close the door before he called out.

“No, come back! The chat wants to say hi.” He patted his thigh, signaling for you to come sit down.

Compliantly, you walked over and gently sat on one of his legs, not wanting to block him from view. Before long, he had both arms wrapped around your torso as you sat together. Every time you touched him, it was like electricity. When you held his hand, his fingers would intertwine with yours, and he’d look at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. If you rested your head on his shoulder, he’d instantly lay his head against yours, grinning ear to ear.

The chat erupted with excitement at your appearance.

“Hey y/n!!”

“FINALLY the stream is getting good.”

“🔥🔥”

“Tanner, you lucky guy!”

“Bring her on more, please.”

After some playful banter with the audience, Tanner announced, “Alright, let’s get this win, for y/n!” The chat cheered with him. You took this as your cue to leave. Before you got up, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He blushed, a deep red spreading across his face, and the chat exploded again.

“Nah why’d he get so red 😭”

“GOALS FRRR!”

“Ewww no PDA.”

“He is literally so in love.”

He chuckled, looking over at you with those heart eyes that had become so familiar. “Sorry, guys, but can you blame me?” Once you stood up, he softly grabbed your wrist before you could walk away.

“You could stay here and just lie on my bed; you’d be out of frame,” he softly suggested, clearly longing for your company.

How could you resist that face? You had a perfect view from his bed where you comfortably sat, watching Tanner's attention shift back to the audience.

He tried to focus back on the game, but his eyes kept drifting back to you, drinking in the sight of you so beautifully cuddled up on his bed.

After what felt like forever, Tanner had finally beaten the game, not without casting multiple glances and sweet smiles in your direction. As the stream drew to a close, he enthusiastically said goodbye to the audience.

Once the screen went black, his smile turned into a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, he held his arms out for you, pulling you into a hug and burying his face in your hair.

“I just wanted to lay with you so bad. It felt like forever,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection.

“You were only playing for a couple of hours. Plus, I’m fine just watching you work,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Still too long,” he replied, pulling back to look at you with those heart-melting eyes and an adoring gaze that always made you weak in the knees.

In those moments, nothing else mattered to him. All that mattered was you and the way you made him feel—like the luckiest guy in the world.

[quinnylouhughesx43]

say hi to apparently a new umich picture

[frnkocnlvr]

matt playing frank ocean multiple times he’s inlove with me guys😕

[ishhbowl]

was thinking abt my fav classic lit yaoi again and decided to redraw an old piece

[hearts4tgc]

[sturniolopepsi]

if i don’t have christopher inside of me soon. the christmas lights won’t be the only thing hanging from the roof this Christmas

[cherib3lla]

My pussy literally has their names written all over it!

[cdbabymp3]

okay i’m glad we’re in agreement that wednesday’s vid was kinda lack luster 🫤 saying this from a constructive criticism perspective not tryna be negative !!! but their vlog content really carries the channel imo. when they just pick up the camera and don’t have a plan, it can feel like they don’t care even tho ik they do. i’m not saying they need to go full mr. beast mode and do crazy challenges or anything but i think doing more vlogs or properly planning out a video (like the zoo vlog !!) would benefit them sm !!! obvs the zoo vlog was expensive asf but smth in that same vein where they’re somewhere different is super entertaining !!! u could tell they really thought out that vid and put actual effort into it. they live in l.a. too where there’s so many fun places to go🌹

or maybe my attention span is just bad and no one agrees 😭

[furiouskettle]

ever draw something that feels like you're performing an exorcism.

help its gonna be like 20 pages long just like the last time this happened 😭

[writingduhh]

nick and reader taking care of bento AHHH

💕

RAHHHH YES!!!

I’ll set this on the first day that (you) and Nick brought him home 🥹🥹 I hope this is alright! If it wasn’t what you were hoping for lmk do I can redo it!

Softwilly (Nick) || Pet Parents

Nick and you had been talking about adopting a cat for months. Between your hectic streaming schedules and the demands of daily life, it seemed like the perfect time to bring a new furry friend into your home. Today was finally the day you’d been waiting for—you were going to meet and hopefully adopt Bento, a little tabby cat from the local shelter. But before you went to pick up your new family member you made a quick stop to the local pet store.

The two of you stood in front of the pet store's cat section, hands laced together and eyes wide with excitement. Shelves were packed with colorful toys, cozy beds, and an overwhelming array of collars.

Nick picked up a bright pink collar adorned with tiny rhinestones and held it up with a grin.

"How about this one?”

You laughed, shaking your head. "I think Bento would look more sophisticated in something like this." You held up a sleek, black collar with a tiny silver bell.

"Ah, the classic look," Nick nodded, pretending to stroke an imaginary beard. "Very elegant. But what about something more playful?" He grabbed a collar with a colorful pattern of fish and paw prints.

"Okay, you have a point," you admitted. "That is pretty cute."

As you debated over the collars, you noticed Nick had snuck yet another toy into the basket. "Hey, sneaky! I saw that!"

Nick chuckled. "What? Bento needs more things to chase! Plus, it's hilarious to watch.”

You picked up a feather wand toy, waving it in front of Nick. "And this? He'll go crazy for it."

Nick's eyes lit up. "Yes! That one for sure. But we should get a scratching post too. Don't want him using our furniture as his personal playground."

You both wandered over to the scratching posts, examining the options. There was one with multiple levels, dangling toys, and a cozy cubby hole. "This one's perfect," you said, tapping it.

Nick leaned in, his shoulder brushing against yours. "Agreed. Bento's going to be one spoiled kitty."

You both shared a look, the excitement of preparing for your new family member filling the air. As you moved to the checkout, Nick reached out and took your hand.

"You know, this is kind of fun. Picking out stuff for Bento together."

You smiled, squeezing his hand. "It is. And it’s nice doing this with you. Makes it feel even more special."

Nick's expression softened. "I feel the same way."

After packing all of the new toys and supplies into the car you drove the last few miles to pick up your new family member. As you walked into the shelter, your nerves started to build. Nick must have sensed it because he reached over and laced his fingers with yours, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, it’s going to be great,” he said with that confident smile of his. “Bento’s going to love us. Especially you.”

You smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease. Nick had a way of making everything seem like it was going to work out perfectly.

A shelter volunteer led you to a small, cozy room where Bento was waiting. The moment you saw him, you knew you were making the right decision. Bento was a small, fluffy ball of energy, his bright green eyes scanning the room curiously. As soon as he spotted you, he bounded over, rubbing against your legs and purring loudly.

Nick crouched down, scratching behind Bento’s ears. “Hey, little guy,” he said softly. “You ready to come home with us?”

Bento meowed in response, leaning into Nick’s touch. You knelt down beside them, reaching out to stroke Bento’s soft fur.

“I think that’s a yes,” you said, laughing.

The adoption process went smoothly, and soon you were on your way back home with Bento in a cozy carrier. As you drove, Nick kept glancing back to check on him, a soft smile on his face.

“He’s going to be so spoiled,” Nick said, his tone filled with affection.

“Definitely,” you agreed. “He deserves it.”

When you arrived home, you set Bento’s carrier in the living room and opened the door, giving him the chance to explore at his own pace. You both began to set up Bento’s new scratching post and scattered his toys around. Soon he stepped out cautiously at first, sniffing the air and surveying his new surroundings. Nick and you sat on the couch, watching him with eager anticipation.

“He’s so curious,” you remarked as Bento began to explore, his tiny paws padding softly against the floor.

Nick knelt down, scratching behind Bento's ears. "Look at our little son. He looks adorable."

You joined him, giving Bento a gentle pat. "He does. And he’s lucky to have you as a dad.”

Nick glanced at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "He's even luckier to have you. You know, we make a pretty great team."

You grinned, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "We do, don’t we?"

Nick turned his head slightly, catching your lips with his. The kiss was sweet and tender, filled with the warmth of shared love and new beginnings. Bento, not to be outdone, nudged his way between you both, purring loudly.

You both laughed, breaking the kiss to shower Bento with attention. "Okay, Bento, you win," Nick said, chuckling.

After a while of watching him explore and play, Bento made his way over to you, hopping up onto the couch and curling up between you. He looked up at you with those big green eyes, purring contentedly. It felt like he was officially claiming you as his new family. Nick wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“Welcome home, Bento,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss the top of Bento’s head.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Welcome home,” you echoed, leaning your head against Nick’s shoulder, his arms snugly around you.