#like i never block rude anons

[envy-of-the-apple]

I’m obsessed with how you write Gojo like, goddam I wanna take revenge so bad >:( annnnyway thank you for sharing your writing!!! I know people have been kinda mean to you before and the and just send ya some good vibes :))) Hope you’ve been doing alright!!!

this is so sweet i appreciate you bestie:)) but dont worry about me, i actually love drama so anytime someone starts something i am 1000% down for it

[omo-my-gosh]

For reasons, I will not buy your work. But I'm also glad that you do create stuff, and I respect that some of that work is behind a paywall. I also appreciate that getting paid for your work will often keep you more engaged and likely means more free stuff than we would otherwise get.

Bottom line, I, as a parasite, thank you for your work and encourage you to ignore the ungrateful ones.

Happy wettings.

Thank you for such a nice and respectful message! I'm always happy to host enjoyers of this content on this blog.

Purchasing my paid stories is ALWAYS going to be an offered bonus to anyone with disposable income that they decide to spend. It's never an expectation, a necessity, or a requirement to have fun here.

I do not expect my followers here to buy anything! I'm grateful when they do, and I would be providing free content in this space regardless even if I wasn't writing anything for sale.

I want my tumblr to be a safe and no pressure space for omo enjoyers where I can continue to write prompts and posts for the community.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

To all the anons currently harshing my mellow by clogging up my inbox shouting angrily at me for theorising that Eddie and Lucy are going to go on at least one date and telling me you'll stop watching the show if they do.

I suggest you stop watching now and save yourself some time - perhaps use it to gain some critical thinking skills, or maybe use it learning how to not go around making your misery everyone else’s problem!

Don’t forget to close the door on your way out!!

[yoohyeon]

When will people learn to read carrds 🙃

[anauwhere]

Why are people annoyed at asks and comments under their posts or write posts about the rb/likes ratio and then disable the rb button on a social media website? Either you block every feature that make people interact with you or don't attack them if they do even if they're not your favourite kind

[oksfranta]

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[mattslolita]

— 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑨 💌 .

"𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅,

💌 hi angels, i'm kiwi ! i'm eighteen, bisexual, and i'm a black writer.

💌 i'm a certified chris girl, drew starkey's wife, i also write on wattpad sometimes ( link at the bottom! ), and i love music with my entire being. i'm a west coast girly from cali, but i wanna go to different countries so bad.

— 𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 💌 .

my best friends 💌 : @luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @guccifrog @thenickgirl @bernardsbendystraws !

music 💌 : michael jackson, sza, dominic fike, latto ( if u can't tell ), the neighborhood, billie eilish, nessa barrett, lana del rey, mitski, bikini kill, halsey, marina, megan thee stallion, city girls, rihanna, migos, eminem, doja cat, fleetwood mac, taylor swift & more !

movies 💌 : the fault in our stars, scream franchise, the perks of being a wallflower, love simon, friday the 13th, carrie, halloween, the craft, it 2017, jeepers creepers, 13 going on 30, fast & furious, freddy vs. jason, mean girls, harry potter franchise, the maze runner & more !

tv shows 💌 : cobra kai, outer banks, heartbreak high, sex education, stranger things, never have i ever, on my block, ginny & georgia, heartstopper, the vampire diaries, & more !

celebs / influencers 💌 : sturniolo triplets, vereena sayed, deb smikle, quenlin blackwell, benoftheweek, johnnie guilbert, jake webber, vinnie hacker, drew starkey, why don't we, chase keith, ariana greenblatt, fannita, xochitl gomez, larray, renee rapp, sam & colby, beabadobee, nailea devora, & more !

— 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻 𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑬 💌 .

racism, rude behavior, kink shaming ( unless its shit or piss ), unfriendly remarks or comments. & IF YOU DO GOT SHIT TO SAY HOP OFF ANON & SAY IT WITH YO CHEST !

— 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 / 𝑾𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 💌 .

will 💌 : fluff, angst, smut !

won't 💌 : piss kinks, shit kinks, incest, eating somebody ass, anal cause it freaks me out ( if you like it, you do you, but i'm not gon write it ! ), threesomes UNLESS you're requesting where they strictly interact with the reader ( y/n ).

always remember you're so loved & important, & you matter my loves. i hope we can be friends & you enjoy my shit !💌

masterlist 💌!

taglist 💌!

fav fics 💌!

wattpad 💌!

face reveal 💌 !

my socials 💌 !

emoji anon list 💌 !

c.ai 💌 !

mattslolita on ig 💌 !

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒂 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅."

— 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭𝑭 !💌

[vulpinesaint]

could not decide what the funniest response to this would be so let’s just hit them all real quick. normal and well adjusted fans when you have a personal opinion on a tv show. just got hit with a ‘i bet you don’t even know five songs by them’ about a fictional vampire. beginning to think that my very specific experience of watching this show as a transmasc aroace teenager might have possibly led me to focus on different parts of it than other people. you got me chief. i watched the show ‘buffy the vampire slayer’ because i don’t actually care about buffy (the vampire slayer). i’m a fake fan because i [ check notes ] don’t choose to center all my thoughts about a character around a romantic relationship of theirs. and this is because i actually really genuinely forget about spike’s relationship with buffy the vampire slayer in the hit television show “buffy the vampire slayer”. in fact every night i set up a complex hypnotherapy session to erase my memory of everything between the end of buffy season three and the start of angel season five so that i physically can’t remember anything that happens between spike and buffy romantically or otherwise. and i do this because i’m a fake fan working extra hard to be a fan of a character that doesn’t actually exist so that i can post about it online and get stupid ass asks like this. goddamn bitch literally let me rest in peace

one thing about people who like spike is that very often they will ship him with buffy and care about him in that way. however i. do not do that

[toxicanonymity]

For context, a tumblr account has been posting anon hate for the past week or so, mostly toward writers. A parasocial hater of mine discovered the account and has been going to town. I posted this after they invoked Israel as an analogy. Yes really.

Obviously I am disgusted by what I just read, and floored that anyone would post such a deranged analogy in the interest of stirring up fandom drama. I'm very sorry to everyone who has been attacked and everyone who has witnessed all this. Others have posted about the situation as a whole, and I'm not sure what I could add. But I want you to know many of these "confessions" are from one individual who has been fixated on me (and probably others) for weeks if not months. I already had the following in my drafts:

warning: please don't read this if you're sensitive to hate or could be triggered by the trivialization of real abuse. (edit: they went on to trivialize genocide too but they'll pretend to be different people). there's also a really gross anatomical reference.

the screenshots are all after I blocked them.

I normally don't address things like this, but that's because I'm trying to keep it off your dash and off my blog (for several reasons including not wanting to give the hate a larger audience for their message). Normally I block/delete. But thanks to a blog dedicated to posting anon hate, some of this is already on the dash, and I thought some additional context could be illuminating.

a couple weeks ago, this person chimed in on my non-fandom post, and their comment made me uncomfortable. I checked to see if they followed me and they didn't, plus their blog tagline was antagonistic. I was confident they weren't being earnest. I replied, pointing out my issue with their comment and asking them to keep their thoughts to themselves rather than coming at me from a sideblog. I thought they must have followed me from a main account since they somehow found an untagged, unreblogged post without following me. But I now realize they were simply hate checking my blog.

(Blocked the burner too)

They were saying this last bit preemptively - I've never talked about stalkers here. I didn't include all their anons, just enough to show they clearly out themselves as being the same person. In other "confessions," they make repeated references to a former fandom writer they idolize (not me) who they also posted about on their blog.

I won't be dropping this creep's url in this post, but I had never heard of them. This week they have repeatedly changed their url, display name, and blog appearance. Their writing is recognizable and I believe they are responsible for the unhinged asks preceding katy's departure from tumblr. They also made a rude comment on her post.

This may only aggravate them. I expect them to hurl any lies and accusations they can think of toward me. They will act like they're laughing and amused, too. You may recognize their tone. I want to trust this fandom not to believe and repeat anything they hear, but unfortunately my experience in this fandom leaves me pessimistic.

I can only hope people use common sense at this point.

Note - I know I'm normally really private about everything, but you're welcome to share this. Their lies are already out there anyway. Also feel free to DM me and I will tell you what you want to know.

Update: the anon-hate account referred to above has deactivated. It was named pedgeconfessions. It wasn't the first to pop up this summer and may not be the last.

[soaps-mohawk]

Important Things For This Blog

I wanted to make a post with some rules/important things to know for this blog. It will be linked in my pinned navigation post. I know some of you have been asking for this and I apologize for it taking this long to do this.

Probably the most important thing (which is sad that this is something I have to say) but

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO USE MY FICS FOR AI

If you see someone using my fics or claiming to have my permission please report them because I will NEVER give permission for my fics to be used for AI

Okay, now that that's out of the way, I wanted to put down some reminders/rules (not that I've had many issues to date) but just in case:

This is an 18+ blog with explicit content. I am trusting a lot of you to be honest and stay away if you are not 18. This is not a minor friendly space.

I am one person running this blog. It's just me, a real person behind all of this.

I am in Pacific Standard Time (PST)/Pacific Daylight Time (PDT) depending on the time of year, so any time I talk about days, I'm meaning that day for me if I forget to add the timezone.

I take a break from this blog on Thursdays (PST), though that can sometimes start as early as Wednesday afternoons and can extend into Friday mornings.

Again, I am a human being with my own struggles and some days are not good days. I try to avoid interacting too much those days, but sometimes I'm not smart enough to do that. So if I seem off or rude or snappy, I do apologize. I always feel guilty after I get back into my normal head space.

I invoke the right to delete any ask that I do not want to answer, or that makes me uncomfortable.

As point number 2 states, I am just one person, and I get a lot of asks some days, so if your ask/comment/reblog etc isn't responded to right away, it's either because I didn't get it/didn't see it, or because I have 30 others in my inbox that I haven't answered yet too.

I try and avoid posting asks/reblogs with spoilers right away for those that don't/can't read the chapter right away. I tend to hold off for a couple days so if I haven't responded to you, that's also probably why.

Responses that have spoilers and are posted the days I post spoilers are tagged with "crcb spoilers" so block that tag if you don't want to see them or have anything spoiled, though after those days I stop tagging things with that tag.

I use my queue a lot, especially on days where I don't plan to be on Tumblr much, or days I post spoilers. I try to remember to use the tag "queue 06" when I'm using the queue.

Regarding CRCB exclusively, I have taken a lot of time to make and organize several lore/FAQ masterlists. If you ask a question that has already been answered there (which to be fair I do miss adding some sometimes) I will direct you there to avoid repeating myself.

The navigation post pinned on my page is there for a reason. Please utilize it.

If you would like to be on my taglist, please follow soaps-mohawk-taglist and turn notifications on as I will post there every time I post a new chapter/fic

I do not tolerate any hate or disrespect on this blog, towards me or others. You will be blocked, anon or not.

Please be respectful of me, my rules, my boundaries, and the reminders above, and most importantly, remember there is just one living, breathing human being behind this blog.

Now for the part most of you have been asking for, the things that I'm not comfortable writing. If it's not on this list, or if you are unsure, please ask if it's something I'm comfortable writing. I won't get upset if you ask for clarification.

Pedophilia (including lolicon & shotacon)

Age Play

Beastiality

Detailed Domestic Abuse

Detailed Child Abuse

Emetophilia

Olfactophilia

Scat

Cheating

Rape*

Child Death

Hurt/No Comfort

Pregnancy (Anything in the realm of pregnancy)**

RacePlay

Formicophilia

Pecattiphilia

Some specific violent situations (including ones with kids)

Embarrassment

Animal abuse and death

*It depends on the scenario/my own state of mind at the time. It's not a hard no, but it really just depends.

**I know I've answered some pregnancy (and child death) things in the past but it's just not something I'm comfortable with going forward.

Honestly it's just best to ask if you're unsure, about anything listed above. I'm just asking for everyone to be respectful of me and my rules, as well as everyone else, so we can keep things as they have been.

Have a Gaz just because

[starmapz]

you know, i wasn't going to make a post about this so as not to give this anon the satisfaction of a response, but they've been blocked so they won't see this anyway and i think there's a bigger issue to address here.

i want to start by saying that i've got thick skin and this doesn't affect me in the way they clearly would like it to. it says much more about them than it does about me and i've got bigger fish to fry than some insecure anon.

what i DO want to address is the fact that i've seen more and more posts popping up lately about how some people need to be nicer to authors and while this applies not just to authors but to everyone, i do feel it's worth mentioning that in all honesty i'm glad this came to me and not someone who may be put down by a message like this. i know the anon button tends to make some people much more bold but if at any point you ever think of sending anon hate to someone, maybe take a moment to consider how foolish of a notion that is.

on the topic of authors in particular, please bear in mind that we do this for free, in our spare time. i work a full time job, this is just a fun hobby for me. imagine if you shared your hobby with the world and someone anonymously told you it was bad, how would that make you feel? i'm quite fortunate that this sort of thing doesn't get to me but that doesn't make it any nicer of a message.

on a much lighter and somewhat unrelated note, i also received a very nice text from a wrong number around the same time as i read this message, so i think they cancel one another out lmao. just thought that was funny.

anyway, sorry for the much more serious post than my usual content, but please, as a reminder, be nice to authors, and for that matter be nice to everyone. you never know what someone else is going through, and even if you do, it's no excuse to be hateful or rude.

[falafelluva]

Can you make a fic where reader gets accused of cheating and kenan believes them so he breaks up with reader. But later find out that it was all a lie, end with fluff please!!🤍🤍

; 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 - 𝘬.𝘺𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘻 ✮

summary: the req basically 😛

warnings: cheating even tho it’s not cheating? Kenan being rude and cocky? arguing, yelling etc. a man being weird towards women? betrayal

author’s note: I hope that this is what u meant anon, or if anything- close to what u meant! 🫡🫶🏽it’s 2:27 am rn, not proofread because I’m going to sleep🥰🙏😂😢

The afternoon sun poured through the window as you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You felt content, waiting for Kenan to get home from practice, imagining how you’d surprise him with his favorite dinner.

Things had been good between you two, even with his busy football schedule. You knew how much he was putting into his career, and you were proud of him every step of the way.

Just as you set your phone down, you heard the front door slam open. The noise startled you, and you quickly got up to greet him. But the smile faded from your face when you saw the look on his face—Kenan stood in the doorway, his expression cold and furious, fists clenched at his sides.

“Kenan?” you asked, feeling a mix of confusion and dread. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t play dumb!” he exploded, his voice booming through the apartment. “You think I don’t know what’s been going on?”

“What the hell… Why are you yelling?” you mumbled, your heart racing. The anger radiating off him was palpable, and you could barely keep up with the storm brewing in his eyes.

He took a step closer, his nostrils flaring. “I’ve seen the messages, the screenshots! You’ve been sneaking around behind my back! Do you know how that makes me feel?”

“Kenan, wha—” you tried to interject, but he wasn’t having it.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

“You think you can just do whatever you want without consequences? You’re nothing to me, i swear. I hope you know that I can hurt you ten times worse if I wanted to.” His words stung, and you flinched at the intensity of his anger.

“Is this really how you want to handle this?” you asked, tears threatening to spill over. “I would never cheat on you! You have to believe me!”

“Believe you?” he scoffed, his expression twisted in rage.

“Why should I believe a word you say? You think I’m stupid? Do you know who I am?” His eyes were wild, and you could see the hurt mingling with his anger, creating a storm that threatened to engulf you both.

As you tried to find the right words, he took another step back, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable. I’m not doing this. We’re done.” He slammed the door behind him as he stormed out, leaving you standing alone in the empty apartment, your heart shattered into pieces.

The silence that followed was deafening, and you sank to the floor, feeling utterly lost.

How had it come to this?

You knew there were people who envied your relationship, but this felt too cruel, too calculated.

;;

Days passed, and life felt hollow. You barely ate, barely slept, replaying that moment over and over. Every time you tried reaching out, Kenan ignored your calls, leaving your messages unread. It felt like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

Meanwhile, Kenan was hurting too. He threw himself into training, using the physical strain to block out the pain in his heart. But as the days went on, doubts began to creep in.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that maybe he had been too quick to believe everything without giving you a chance to explain.

Every time he stepped onto the field, he felt the weight of your absence. His teammates noticed his distraction, throwing concerned glances his way. “Hey, man, you alright?” one of them asked during practice. Kenan merely shrugged, unable to voice the turmoil within.

Then one evening, as he scrolled through his messages, he received another DM from an account with no profile picture. It was the same person who had sent him the so-called “proof.” But this time, the tone of the message was gloating.

“Told you bro, don’t show these women no mercy😂”

Kenan’s heart raced as he read the words. His mind began to piece everything together.

The messages, the photos—they were all part of a lie, a deliberate attempt to sabotage your relationship. Realization dawned on him, followed by a wave of regret so heavy it left him breathless. He had believed a stranger over you.

Without wasting another second, Kenan rushed to his car and drove to your apartment, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. When he arrived, he hesitated at the door, fear and guilt gnawing at him.

He knocked softly, waiting, hoping you’d open the door— When you finally opened it, the sight of him brought a surge of emotions: relief, anger, love, and pain all mixed together.

He looked tired, his eyes filled with remorse as he stepped inside.

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

You crossed your arms, holding onto the last bit of your strength. “What is there to talk about? You didn’t trust me.”

Kenan took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “You’re right. I messed up. I let other people’s lies get into my head, and I didn’t give you a chance to explain. I’m an idiot.”

You looked at him, the hurt evident in your eyes. “I loved you, Kenan. I still do. But you made me feel like I was nothing to you, like you believed a stranger over me.”

He closed the distance between you, his expression desperate. “I was wrong. I let my insecurities get the best of me, and I hurt the person I love most.” He reached for your hand, his voice cracking.

“Please, give me another chance. I’ll spend every day making it up to you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you searched his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. You wanted to stay angry, to make him feel the pain he’d caused you. But the truth was, you still loved him, despite everything.

After a long pause, you sighed, your voice soft. “I don’t know if things can go back to how they were, Kenan. But maybe… we can try.”

Relief flooded his face, and he pulled you into a hug, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in his world. “Thank you. I’ll prove to you that I won’t let anything come between us again.”

;;

That night, he stayed with you, talking for hours, rebuilding the trust that had been broken. He promised to listen, to trust, and to be there for you, no matter what anyone else tried to say.

As he held you close, he recounted all the moments that made your relationship special—the late-night talks, the quiet walks, the laughter you shared. Each memory was a reminder of what he almost lost.

“Listen,” he said, his voice low and earnest, “I know I hurt you, and I’m going to do everything I can to make this right. I should have trusted you. I should have known you better than that.”

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “I just want us to be honest with each other. No matter what happens, I need to know you’ll talk to me.”

“Absolutely,” he promised. “I’ll always talk to you. I’ll never let anyone come between us again.”

As you lay in his arms, the weight of the past few days began to lift, replaced by the hope of a new beginning. Love had been tested, but it hadn’t broken.

The following weeks were filled with healing and laughter as Kenan made a concerted effort to prove his love for you. He organized little surprises—like picnics in the park and movie nights at home—and slowly, the cracks in your relationship began to mend. The trust was slowly rebuilt with every conversation, every shared moment, until it felt like the betrayal had never happened.

[works-of-heart]

To the anons harassing me...

THIS. ISNT. AI!!!

I usually ignore all the anti ship hate anons I get, laughing at them and blocking, but after my recent picture I have been bombarded by not 1, not 2, but 3 RUDE and hateful messages! One had a death threat, another ranted about the ship and how they hate it, another called my art ugly AI.

Look, I get it, art is subjective, not everyone is going to like it, and I understand if you post something for all to see, people are going to criticize your work, I get that. But the hateful things I've seen, whether you like the ship or not, is so fucked up.

This is a gift for a woman who has been like a second mother to me when I was growing up. This is something I made out of love because she loves this series. I'm still learning, my anatomy is all wonky, I know, but I never claimed to be the best. I move things around, change the wonky bits, and added details near the end and as I go along.

I worked on this for hours, throughout the night, just so I could get it to her by her birthday.

I am a human being, I'm still practicing and learning, but going into my ask box to harass me and say that I'm faking it for clicks and likes is NOT ok. I already spoke out about this before on a pinned post on my bog, I'm so sad I have to do this again. To the Secret Santa mods, I ask that it be alright for me to turn off my anons for 24 hours. I'll turn them back on tomorrow, I promise, it's just right now, this is too much for me. I'm going to step away from Tumblr, so I am sorry if I don't see or respond to messages and reblogs. I'll be back tomorrow.

To those who have constantly supported me, thank you so much! I'm always thankful to your kind words and even helpful suggestions! There are many of you in this community I love and adore!

[gutterfuuck]

can you do sfw/nsfw headcanons for rex? i love your writings, can i be 🦊 anon?

of course! i will be naming you foxie anon!! here you go! (also this has been in my drafts since a long time, i am so sorry!! please do enjoy, this one is a little short i developed evil writing block at the end and did not finish it 😭 i am so sorry please spare me)

rex sloan x reader (anon requested fem reader/pronouns, they forgot to mention that in original ask!!)

sfw!!

just being at your place is enough for him. wether it’s an apartment, you have roommates or you live with your parents, he’s always eager to stick around wherever you are. you notice the way little things become misplaced, rearranged to his liking. it wasn’t something that made you upset, just inconvenienced you when you were trying to get out of the house in the mornings. you woke up to your keys in a little cat bowl instead of on the coat hanger, courtesy of your boyfriend.

“i just thought it’d be nicer.” rex mumbles as he rolls around in your bed, eyes closed with strands of hair falling over your pillows, the blankets shifting as he rolled over onto his stomach. you roll your eyes, having spent almost 15 minutes searching for your house keys when you could’ve just looked into the new little bowl he’d placed on the counter. you place a kiss on his forehead before leaving for work, nodding in agreement. “it did, i really like it… it’s cute, rex.” you smile, panic over as you rush to get into your car. he was such a heavy sleeper, you’d had to shake him awake five times before he’d opened his eyes.

when he first meets you, he tells you he’s a hero straight off the bat. he really liked you, okay!? he couldn’t risk messing up, especially not when he had something so perfect at the moment. he’d seen and heard what keeping secrets could do to relationships between heroes and civilians. you aren’t surprised, maybe even a little bit insulted when he’d told you, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out ‘rex sloan’ was ‘rex splode’.

his sense of humour is immaculate, makes you giggle with just a side eye sometimes. you have an inside joke going where you give each other a glance while talking to others, something that makes you both almost burst out laughing mid conversation. you didn’t mind if it made you both look a little bit rude. you guys only enjoyed each others company, anyway.

romance is top tier; personalised fireworks just for you, coming home to see that you wouldn’t have to worry about making dinner because he’s already bought home takeout by the time you’re home. one night, he’d placed everything like he had made it himself but you’d caught on that he hadn’t as soon as you tasted the food. (he wasn’t a good cook by any means, you had to learn that the hard way)

get ready for your home/room/whatever to be rearranged, he’s really big on home design and your space is his space. just like the cat dish, you slowly start to notice things appearing until you enter your bedroom one day and realise it would look like a whole other home compared to the way it looked last time. you really didn’t mind too much, you welcomed it. he really needed this, maybe it was his way of winding down.

“blinds or curtains?” rex asks, face buried in the magazine you’d picked up on the way home for him, his finger circling the page, “you just put curtains up last week, rex.” you roll your eyes, laying down next to him so you could rest your head in his lap, letting him balance his pages on the side of your head. almost every week you’d find him setting up a new dresser, installing lights into your ceiling, the whole nine yards. it was refreshing being with rex, it seemed like he never wanted to sit down, always doing something, you were just grateful that he’d make all the time in the world just for you. “right, yeah, but hear me out on this one: sparkling blinds this time.” he flips the page around to show you the nardo grey blinds with glitter embedded, you nod your head in agreement, “i hear you, i do… next week maybe.” you smile back, giggling when he closes the magazine to kiss you on your nose.

you liked to shower with him but rex loves to bathe with you. he loves sitting in front of you with the back of his head on your chest, loves having you wash his hair for him even if he had to bend his legs uncomfortably for you to both fit in the tub. rex flinches when he stands up to get out and your palm connects with his butt, taking him by complete surprise. he almost slips and falls which makes you laugh so hard you thought you wouldn’t be able to breathe, “ouch- hey!” he says, steadying himself before wrapping the towel around his waist quickly. “i would never do that to you- okay, maybe i do but that’s besides my point!” you can only laugh back in response, watching as he sticks his tongue out at you and grabs you your towel, wrapping it around you when you emerge from the bubbly water with suds sliding down your back.

he’s really big on pda. whether you’re in line for a movie, waiting to pick up food, shopping or out in public just be ready to have arms wrapped around your waist or his lips on yours as soon as you get to the cash register. he wants everyone to know that you’re his, he’s so proud of his relationship you’d think he’d been with you for a hundred years if you spoke to him, every sentence starting or finishing with “my girlfriend”. everyone is tired of it but not you, you knew how much it meant to him.

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his stamina is borderline evil. after you’d finish, he’s straight back to rolling over onto his back and pulling you on top of him. makes you ride it til you’re exhausted, likes to whittle you down before he’s on top of you, large hands squeezing your hips and moving them back and forth in time with his messy thrusts.

“shit, shit- squeezing down so tight-“ rex pants, collapsing forward onto you with his head right next to yours, stuttering hips making slapping sounds between you both. “r-rex..! too much-“ you whine, legs numb and pussy raw, you’d been at it for hours now, the sun was setting outside. he could hardly hear you, lost in his own pleasure as he felt your walls clamp around his dick again, cockhead twitching with sensitivity. how many times now? three, four..? five, maybe? he didn’t know, he lost count, all he could focus on was the way sweat dripped between you both and the way your face scrunched up again, mouth hanging open with hot breaths fanning his shoulder.

“y’know h-how pretty you look-“ he slurred, voice breaking as he pushed in again, a long groan escaping his lips, “cummin’ again, princess…?” rex holds your face in his hands, trying to hide his own disheveled face away from yours. your stomach knots up, eyes rolling back behind your eyelids as you let the sensation of your nth orgasm take your body by surprise, back arching up off of the bed as you clawed away at his back. you’d look them over later, he could worry about the red scratch marks when you weren’t trying to hold onto him for dear life.

be careful!! he likes to grab and change positions as fast as he’s put you in one so be prepared to wake up with finger shaped bruises in your skin. you scold him for the marks he leaves, but can’t deny the way your stomach flipped like you were on a roller coaster when your coworkers notice your hickeys and bites and they know exactly who you belong to. you’re not the only one covered in bruises and love bites; his teammates comment on them whenever they notice a new one which would be rare because of rex’s costume, though he liked to show them off on purpose. rex belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.

[lanadelnegan]

One Night Stand

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Request from anon: Can you do 2000s!Jeffery Dean Morgan x actress!reader who works on Grey's anatomy w/ him (she plays Izzie instead of Katherine Heigl) but she doesnt know it yet? Like they meet at a bar and end up flirting and having sex in his hotel and she stays the night and then in the morning she's like getting dressed and says "I have to go to work blah blah blah" and he's like "me too" and then a time skip to when she's on set and Jeffery is going around meeting people and she's just standing there in total shock?

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, vaginal sex, single middle-aged JDM, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), this is HAWT - trust me.

"You look like shit." A deep voice chuckles from beside me.

I snap my eyes towards the asshole, almost choking on my drink in the process. Not sure if it's from his rudeness or his hotness, but I cough and play it off. "Excuse me?"

He laughs before ordering himself a drink. "Oh, and another for the lady here. Looks like she could use it."

My mouth drops open as he just.. grins at me. Who the hell does he think he is.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask annoyed.

"Not yet.. do you want to?" His wide grin stretches across his face, revealing his pearly white teeth. I study his face in the neon bar lights, noticing the shades of green swimming throughout his light brown orbs. This man is stunning.

I chug the drink he orders me seconds after the bartender sets it down. "Not really, but thanks for the drink."

He nods and sips his own drink, raising one of his thick brows at me. "Bad day?"

I sigh, trying to relax a little and accept his small talk. "Just tired."

"Then why are you here? There are beds upstairs, ya know?"

I glare at him. "I'm tired.. of other people. Tired of faking conversations I don't care to have."

He raises both of his brows this time and appears to look surprised by my forwardness. "Well excuse me darlin'. I'll shut the hell up then." He goes back to sipping his whiskey.

Out of all the things he's said so far, it's that sentence that finally puts a smile on my face. "Bout time." I tease and roll my eyes dramatically.

An awkward silence follows after we both laugh. I look over and his eyes meet mine, right before they slowly trail down to my lips. The playfulness in his features fades into a seductive gaze and fuck.. this is the kind of energy I've needed since I've been in this shitty town.

I've been filming for months now, only getting to visit home on the weekends. This hotel is basically my home and it's taken a toll on me for sure. At least at home I have my cats. Here I just have half empty wine bottles, my vibrator, and candy bars stashed in my nightstand to keep me company. I guess when I put it that way, it doesn't sound so bad.

"Are you staying here?" I blurt before I can stop myself. That was a stupid question. Why else would he be at this hotel's bar.

He blatantly ignores me, pulling out his phone while leaning his elbows against the bar and pretends to scroll.

"Um, okay." My lips clench together awkwardly as I nod my head and look in the other direction. "Good talk."

"Oh, forgive me darlin'. Can I talk now?" His veiny hand rests against his heart as he sarcastically grins at me. What a fucking smart ass.

"You know what, no. You can't. Never mind." I get up to leave, hoping he stops me.. and he does.

He turns in his bar stool and blocks me with his thigh as I try to walk past him. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap, walking around his leg. I don't realize he's behind me until I step on the elevator and turn around. I gasp a little, looking up at him. His face is serious now.. all the playfulness from earlier gone.

He backs away and leans against the wall of the elevator. The door is closed but I haven't even pressed the button to my floor yet. He crosses his arms and nods towards the buttons, urging me to press one.

"I'm not taking you to my room." I cross my arms, mimicking him.

"Okay, but I'm walking you there."

The seriousness on his face tells me I'm not going to win this one, so I hesitantly press the number 6 and the elevator starts to ascend as we stare at each other the entire way up.

When the door finally slides open, I start to leave but he gently grabs my wrist, turning me back around. Before I can fully face him, he leans down pressing his lips against mine softly. As soon as he pulls away, I pull his shirt towards me, silently granting him permission and begging for more. My back slams against the elevator wall as he kisses me hard this time. His large hands cup my face as I moan into his mouth. My hands reach for his back as his body presses firmly against me.

He tastes like whiskey and tobacco and smells like leather and musky cologne. It's euphoric. His lips are full and soft but the stubble hairs surrounding his mouth scratch at my sensitive skin. I let myself imagine what it would feel like between my legs.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he breaks away from our kiss, breathing heavily before dropping to his knees and wasting no time throwing my leg over his shoulder. My mouth gapes open as I look between him and the open elevator doors. Anyone could walk by right now and see us. My skirt bunches around my waist, giving him all the access he needs before slipping his fingers underneath my panties and pulling them to the side. I watch his face disappear between my legs and feel his warm tongue lick a stripe from my already dripping cunt to my clit. He moans from the taste and I moan at him moaning from the taste.

His tongue presses firmly against my clit repeatedly in an up down motion. He pulls back for a moment and without warning, slips his middle finger inside me, bumping it against my g-spot repeatedly while gently finding and sucking my clit again.

"Oh my god." I whisper down at him, feeling the pressure building up in me from his finger and tongue working in unison. He looks up at me like he can sense I'm about to explode, and grins against my pussy proudly. The sight alone sends me over the edge and I cum so hard that I think squirt a little in his mouth. He groans at the taste and buries his tongue deep in my hole like he needs more.

After a few moments of him lapping up all of my juices he can possible get, he stands up, lifting me in his arms in the process until my legs are wrapped around his waist. He smiles at me cockily while his facial hair glistens with my wetness.

He carries me down the hall and I point towards my room. I unlock it with my key card. Once it clicks, he kicks it open the rest of the way and quickly brings me inside, his lips never leaving mine in the process.

He lays me down on the bed but I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him down on top of me as he works on pulling my panties off with one hand and holding himself up with the other.

I arch my back, helping him slide them off.

Once I'm exposed completely to him, he leans back up, undoing his belt and throwing off his shirt, revealing his sweaty chest. He quickly pulls out his rock hard cock and I lean up on my elbows to get a better view.

His dick is just as pretty as he is.

He strokes it a couple times while he watches me watch him. My eyes grow wider at the sight of his precum leaking from the tip and he smiles down at himself. "Look at that, baby. Already got my dick leaking for you." He glides his thumb over the tip and I watch him in a trance, hoping I'm not visibly drooling.

"You ready for me, doll?" He asks as he leans back over me, bracing himself up with his hand. I nod as he kisses my lips and I still taste myself on his mouth. His hazel eyes look down into mine as he uses his other hand to guide himself towards my entrance. I feel the tip of him circle my opening before he slides in me agonizingly slow. He doesn't stop until his dick is pressing against my cervix almost painfully. I groan and wiggle a little, trying to adjust to him. He slides halfway out before thrusting his hips flush against me again, causing my mouth drops open as he reaches even deeper this time.

"That's a good fucking girl. Taking me so deep." His raspy voice praises me before his lips connect with the sensitive spot under my ear. He bites and licks at me while his stubble tickles me. I reach my hands around to hold onto his back and his thrusts grow steadier and faster. I scratch his back hard enough that I'm sure it's leaving marks, but it encourage him to fuck me harder so I don't stop.

"Mmm, fuck." I moan out. His hips slam into me faster and my face immediately burns with heat. My mouth drops open again but I can't form any sounds because he's completely taken my breath away. He stops kissing my neck to look at me again and smiles arrogantly when he sees my face and what he's doing to me.

"Goddamn, baby. This pussy feels so fucking good." His breathing is rapid and his forehead is sweaty as his grunts and moans fill the room. I can tell he's getting close and I am too. His hand reaches between us and he easily finds my clit like a pro, rubbing circles around it with his thumb and slamming into me so hard that I stars. My pussy clenches around him as I lose control, moaning loudly and arching my back at the overwhelming sensation. I cum around his cock so intensely that a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Oh fuuuck. Fuck." He says, quickly pulling out of me. He buries his head in my neck and groans, and I feel his warm seed squirt all over my lower tummy. He rolls off of me, grabbing some tissues to clean me up. "That pussy is straight from fucking heaven, baby." He chuckles as he wipes his cum from my stomach.

I get up to go pee and clean myself up and when I come back in the room, he's laying on his back.. asleep. The bedsheets are hanging halfway off, revealing his toned torso and dark chest hair. I watch his chest rise and fall slowly, taking a moment to notice every detail of the absolute sex god in my bed.. the permanent dimples embedded on each side of his mouth, the veins in his arms, the tattoos on his tan skin.

I frown to myself. Too bad this can't go anywhere. I'm way to busy in my career to settle down with someone.

I climb into bed, not bothering to wake him and fall asleep with my legs entangled with his.

The next morning:

"Hey! Wake up, I gotta go!" I yell, throwing a pillow at his face. "Seriously! GET. UP. I'm already late!" I finish tying my shoe as I yell impatiently at him. This isn’t the first time I’ve slept through my alarm and I hate being late.

He lazily rubs opens his eyes open before looking at me with that smirk. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.”

I jerk the covers off him, noticing his erect cock standing against his flat stomach. My eyes cling to the sight of it and he bites his lip and raises his eyebrows suggestively at me as I stare at him.

“As much as I’d love to sit on that right now, I Have to go. Look, just see yourself out okay? Take a shower, whatever you need to do. Just make sure the door locks when you leave.” I grab my keys and my purse and head for the door before turning around again. “You’re not... some creep are you?”

He looks at me amused. “You’re asking me that after we already slept together?”

I stare at him and rolls his eyes, sighing when I don't answer him. “Does going through your panty drawer count?” He bites his lower lip teasingly.

“Yes! That counts!”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Guess I’m a creep then.” He winks at me and I glare at him as I turn around to leave once again.

“See ya later, y/n!” He yells.

I ignore him, still pressed for time and leave him to my room as I rush to the elevator. Poor guy thinks he’ll see me again. I should’ve told him I wasn’t interested in anything other than his dick.

The doors shut before me as the elevator descends.

Oh shit.

My eyes widen with realization.

“He said my name.” I whisper to myself.

I - I didn’t tell him my name. Oh my god, what if he is some creep that’s been stalking me. That would explain the weird interaction at the bar. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a fan try to stalk me. Sucks being famous sometimes. I breathe, calming myself down. Maybe.. I told him and forgot? I was tipsy last night. I could have said it. I tell myself to soothe my nerves. I think about what he could steal in my room and mentally punch myself for not kicking him out.

What if he eats all the candy bars in my nightstand. My eyes widen at the thought. That bastard.. he would.

I overthink the entire way to work, but finally relax when I get on set with my coworkers. Ellen and I have grown close over the years. She’s like the big sister I never had.

I sip my Starbucks and change into my pretend light blue scrubs while spilling the beans to her about last night. She leans forward on couch in our dressing room, fully invested in my story.

“Was he.. ya know?” She asks curiously.

“Big?” I blush and giggle with her. “Let’s just say.. it was soo thick. He was probably a good 8 inches in length too but the thickness was simply… chefs kiss."

I make the motion with my hand as we laugh together, fully dressed now and sitting in front of the mirror getting our light makeup done. Our stylists are used to our juicy gossip. They’ve learned to tune us out by now.

I grab my iced latte and Ellen and I leave the dressing room, going into the set where all our other costars and directors are. This is definitely the biggest acting job I’ve ever landed. So many of us are on set at one time.. at least 30 of us are spread throughout this room. Ellen and I stand back, waiting for the cameras to get set up. I scan over my script even though I’ve studied it a thousand times and can recite it in my sleep.

“Oooh, todays the day I get to meet my new looove interest. Denny Duquette.” I say to Ellen, putting emphasis on his name.

“I heard the guy they chose to play him is insanely hot.” Ellen winks at me playfully.

I scoff, eyes still scanning over my lines. “Can’t be as hot as my one night stand. I mean seriously... I can’t get his face outta my head. Or his dick.”

The room grows quiet and I snap my eyes up, worried everyone heard me. When I realize they aren’t looking at me, but past me, I turn my head around and the sight almost knocks the wind out of me. Mr. one night stand himself ... No fucking way.. He definitely heard everything we just said and I internally cringe at myself.

“Y’n, meet Jeffrey.. or Denny.. I should say.” Our director next to him introduces us. My coffee slips from my hand and splashes all over the floor in between us. Jeffrey - I guess that's his name - drops to the floor on one knee before I can reach down to grab my empty cup. He lingers down there longer than he should, looking up at me with the same smirk he had last night in the elevator when my leg was draped over his shoulder. I try my best to hide the weakness in my legs and redness in my cheeks at the sight of him below me.

"Lovely to meet you." He says, standing back up with my cup in his hand. He nods his head towards Ellen, politely greeting her as well.

"Thanks." I reach for the cup and my fingers brush his lightly as I take it from him.

He stands proudly, looking down at me smiling before the director pulls him away to meet the others. As they walk past us, Jeffrey leans down to me, his mouth close to my ear.

"I can still taste you." My eyes widen and his deep whisper sends a chill straight to my aching cunt that he destroyed last night.

He walks away and I'm left standing there.. speechless. Goosebumps appear all over my arms. Before I'm done processing, Ellen leans in, "That was him... wasn't it?"

I nod my head, unable to move an inch. The producers call for Denny and myself to begin the scene and my heart races.

Ellen giggles and whispers from beside me before walking off. "Well... this should be interesting."

The End.

Might make a part 2 because I REALLY enjoyed writing this one. Xoxo

[lukolabrainrot]

Calm theory anon here!! Y'all we got so many crumbs from our girl Nic. She let us know what's going on. I'm still riding high on all the nuggets she gave us. But I see though that some of us in the fandom are freaking cuz little miss A couldn't resist doing something and commented on Luke's sister tik tok page that's now public. Now the only way I find stuff off is through the blogs and people reporting it. She blocked on my pages. I work with the public right and there are lot of people out there that are just civil and polite. It's called having manners. So even those people that i dislike i would never be rude to them in public. Sure would I lunch with them and hang out no I wouldn't. That's what I see what I seen the comment. Just because she comments on a photo doesn't mean she is still in Luke life. Doesn't even mean her and the sister are even hanging out. She commented the sister was polite. SM is such a small percentage of our lives. A like on a photo doesn't mean hey these two people are close it could very well just mean they thought the photo was cute and so they liked it. Same as videos. Think y'all how many people pictures do you like that aren't close to you or in your close circle. Again though she was able to get our focus again away from Luke and Nic. Again she won.

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