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bbrissonn · 6 months

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𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝟑)

╰┈➤ release day of i regret you all the time is here, and it's trevor's turn to make things messy

╰┈➤ pairing: trevor zegras x ex!singer!girlfriend

╰┈➤ social media + real life

╰┈➤ masterlist

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-SEPTEMBER 20TH, 2023-

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: ̗̀➛ alannaoregon has posted on instagram

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alannaoregon it's here !! my new single "i regret you all the time" is now available on ALL streaming platforms !!!

seriously cannot put into words how much all this support you guys have shown for the last couple of weeks mean to me 🫶 i hope you all enjoy this song as much as i enjoyed writing it

love you all, lanny 💖

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becky.rivera so proud of you love

alannaoregon @/becky.rivera

user62 I REGRET EVER EVEN LOOKING AT YOU--

user018 @/user62 miss girl did NOT hold back user736 @/user62 I REGRET ASKING FOR YOUR NAME user917 @/user736 I REGRET YOU EVERYTIME I WALK BY THAT CAFE user257 @/user917 I REGRET YOU ALL THE TIME

jackhughes bop

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes bop _quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 bop _alexturcotte @/_quinnhughes bop colecaufield @/_alexturcotte bop alannaoregon @/colecaufield bop user364 @/alannaoregon what in the sorcery is going on over here??

user932 NOT ALL OF TREVS CLOSE FRIENDS COMMENTING IN THIS POST--

user273 @/user932 THEY ALL COMMENTED UNDER JACK'S COMMENT TOO

user726 sobbing in my bathroom rn the rest of the album is gonna destroy me

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user817 @/jackhughes this makes so confused... user462 @/user817 RIGHT

dixiefanpage GUYS DIXIE AND TREVOR UNFOLLOWED EACH OTHER !!!

user283 cool post mr i regret you all the time

user527 how does it feel knowing mother lanny regrets looking at you??

user074 im sending you my therapy bill

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-REAL LIFE, NEW JERSEY-

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"You're so messy." Jack laughed, looking over the girl sitting on the other couch, her head leaning on Luke's shoulder.

"Am not!"

"You kinda are." The youngest boy whispered, making Alanna gasp slightly.

"Trev's freaking out because of you." The middle Hughes brother announced, looking down at his phone. The girl rolled her eyes at his statement.

"He can survive one hour without talking to me." The singer said, making Luke chuckle slightly has his eyes focused back on the TV.

"Can you just answer him so he stops spamming me, please?" Jack begged as his phone rang over and over again. Alanna rolled her eyes once again before pulling out her phone.

trevuh

LANNY

ANSWER

PLEASE

THERE'S ANGRY GIRLS IN MY DMS

TELLING ME TO COUNT MY DAY

CONTROL THEM PLS

Alanna scoffed as he eyes looked at the chain of message the Zegras boy had left her.

"Excuse me." She whispered before standing up from the couch and walking into the bathroom.

"Finally!" Trevor exclaimed as he answered her phone call.

"Leave Jack alone."

"Lanny, I am getting eaten alive in my comment section, and all you have to say is leave Jack alone?" The boy spoke, clearly being dramatic.

"Trev, just ignore it. No ones actually gonna send you their therapy bills or try to kill you."

"You don't know that." The younger boy sassed through the phone, making Alanna sigh.

"You kinda deserve it, babes."

"Hey!"

"You broke my heart!"

"But I also fixed it!"

"Yeah, and now you're Becky's number 1 public enemy." It was now her turn to sass the boy, who let out a gasp at her words.

"I am not! Becky loves me!"

"She said if you broke my heart again you're never gonna play hockey again."

"It's all jokes, baby. She doesn't mean it... I hope." The boy mumbled, making the girl giggle slightly. "I'm really proud of you, Lana." The boy added, all the playfulness in his voice gone. The girl smiled to herself in the mirror slightly.

"I'm proud of you too, Trev." The girl answered, and at the same moment, a manly voice spoke to Trevor in the background. The hockey player sighed a bit before focusing back on the girl.

"Listen, I gotta go back to training. I'll call you tonight, alright?" The boy announced, making Alanna frown slightly.

"I'll be waiting."

"I love you."

"I love you more, Trevs." The line disconnected after that, the girl now standing silently in the bathroom. Her phone screen black when she pulled it away from her ear and placing it into her pocket before walking back to the living room.

"I still can't believe you got back with him." Jack whispered after a couple of minutes of the three of them just watching the movie that was playing on the TV. The girl was now sitting on the same couch as Jack, since Luke had decided to lay down on the other.

The girl's eyes looked away from the screen and over to the boy, who was already looking at her. Luke's attention remained on the movie, not even hearing Jack's words.

"Do you think I'm being stupid?" The girl asked, her voice just as low has his. Jack nodded his head no, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"You make him happy, and he makes you happy. That's all that matters, Lanny. I don't know what he was thinking when... that happened, but he's so in love with you. When he came back from training camp in 2019, you were all he could talk about. It was always Lana this, Lana that. He's still like that." The boy mumbled, the memories of Trevor never being able to shut up for months because if the girl coming back to him.

"But that if that happens again?"

"Then he's the biggest idiot in the universe. You're the best thing that's ever happened to him, and he better be worshiping the ground you walk on for giving him another chance." The boy reassured her. Alanna would be lying if the thought of Trevor seeing other girls behind her back again wasn't constantly swimming inside her head.

"Thank you, for always being there for me."

"You're like my sister, Lanny, I'm always gonna be here."

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#bri writes #tired of u au #trevor zegras #trevor zegras fluff #trevor zegras imagines #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fic #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #cole caufield #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x oc

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ghostfanwriter · 1 year

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To make you feel better 🧽💖

A smutty fic where Joel is sick, and you do your best to help him feel better.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem! Reader.

Setting: Jackson.

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What I listened to while writing this:

💖Kali Uchis - Angel

🧽Kali Uchis - Telepatía (fucking vibes these two)

💖Sabrina Carpenter - Nonsense (because this song is partially about being cockdumb and you can't convince me otherwise. It doesn't pass the vibe check for this, but I listened to it anyway)

🧽Lana del Rey - Ultraviolence (I don't know exactly why, but Ultraviolence just makes me dizzy thinking about Joel. Listen to it watching the interrogation or hospital scenes and tell me I'm fucking wrong.)

Author's note: do yourself a favor and listen to Angel and Telepatía when reading this. Damn they fit the vibe. I had this story cooking on my brain for a long time now, and finally managed to get it out. It's dirty, but it's passionate and I hope you like it 💖. Also, I mention how they met here, and I have this idea where Frank and Bill had a daughter, maybe she arrived with Frank, and reader is her, but I don't know. I have another idea that fits right there and may write it eventually. Let me know what you think ✨

Word count: I think it's around 2.5k.

Warnings: Smut; 18+ only please; p in v, oral sex (male receiving), mention of Joel being sick, no physical description of reader, a bit of fluff there too.

Tell me if I missed something, please ✨

Good reading 🧽💖

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You leave Ellie on her doorstep and hurry to the house you share with Joel. Your cheeks are burning from the cold and you can barely feel your fingers, even inside Joel's thick gloves that he insisted you would wear outside.

You enter your house, remove a layer of clothes and rush to the guest bedroom. It took a lot - a lot - of persistance to convince him to stay downstairs. He was weak and you didn't want him going up and down the stairs everytime he needed to eat during the three days you went away.

You find him asleep, and if you're being honest, your heart sinks seeing him just laying there. Joel was getting old and, although you knew he would probably die before you, avoiding the thought was one of your main focuses right now.

Sitting at the edge of the bed slowly not to wake him up, you just admire him for a second. The wrinkles forming around his eyes, the little pout on his lips, his brows missing their deep frown. Seeing him in such a vulnerable position felt like a privilege, one that only you and Ellie had. He was soft and open with the two of you, unlike with everyone else, that sees him as a grumpy and even dangerous old man.

Dangerous, you couldn't lie. He is.

But you've seen his wrath. And you know it is only directed towards the people who threatened the ones important to him. You met him when he and Tess started going to your parents house, and with time your relationship develop to what it is today. You've never seen him offer any danger to anyone close to him.

You stroked your hands up his chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt, and noticing that he's still a little hot. He hums on his sleep and you try to wake him up. "Joel", you call in a tender whisper. He hums again and wakes up when your hand touches his cheek.

"Hi baby, how are you feeling?" His eyes take a second to focus and process it's you. He is awake on a snap, eyes wide looking at you. A tired and soft smile on his face and a hand on your thigh.

"You ok?" His stare is a bit confusing. You're not sure he is totally there with you, so you keep staring at him.

"Yeah, better now. Missed you." He finally says, like he's out of a spell. "I missed you too." You lean down to kiss him, and he lets you. Your soft and cold lips making him groan and shiver at the same time. His hand pressed harder on your thigh.

"You're still hot, aren't you? Did you shower today?" Caressing your thigh, he takes a while to respond. "Haven't since you left." You stayed out for three days, and Joel kind of got used to not showering often, so you always reminded him to shower at least once a day.

"So gross." You say with a laugh, and he gives you the best, strongest laugh he can. "I'm going to take one, why don't you come with me?" You say leaning down to kiss him again. Running your hands through his hair, you say "Wash this hair, huh? Come with me."

You help him up and you go to the bathroom. You help him undress first. He's a lot better than when you left, but he still struggles to bend and remove his shirt and pants.

"C'mon, you go first." You mention him the shower. "I thought we were showering together." You smile. "We are. But you can't stay out in the cold, so go while I undress."

He goes under the hot water, groaning at how good it feels. You quickly remove your neverending layers of clothes. Getting behind him, felling his body warmer with the added heat of the water.

You rest your cheek on his back for a second, hugging him from behind and just enjoying his presence for a moment. His hands come over yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You eventually start showering. He washes your hair, tenderness and love on his touch, massaging and caressing your head as he feels you relax under his touch. Fingers moving slowly and intently, like he was making sure you were really with him, and not outside, by yourself, without him to make sure you were okay.

You washed him, carefully soaping every inch of skin you saw, taking in every muscle and scar he has on his body, leaving an eventual kiss and squeeze along the way. He was with his back turned to you when you were finishing with his hair, and you lowered your hands to finish washing his front. When you reached his stomach, you felt the muscles there contract, and you soon saw why.

He had a hard, pulsing erection formed. It was fully there and God, you missed him.

He had been sick for almost a week and insisted you would keep a bit of a distance not to get sick. You missed his touch, his weight on top of you, his smell invading your nose, his sweat mixing with yours, his sounds, his tastes. You missed him fully, in a way that blurred your mind for a second.

You were brought back to reality when he groaned loudly, your hand firmly stroking him, up and down, slow and savoured movements. Like if going any harder or faster could break him. "Is this okay?" You ask, stopping to wait for his response.

A hand met your lower back, and his head rested lazily back on your shoulder. You got back to your motion, eventually going harder or faster, but keeping an overall steady and passionate rhythm.

Burying your face on his back, you were enjoying this as much as he was. "You always talk about how I'm always ready for you." You say in a whisper. He hums. You didn't lie. Joel was big on his praising game. Always telling how good you were doing and how good you felt.

"But you've never let me down neither." You said with a particularly tight movement of your hands around his tip and then his length.

Then you could swear, even if you felt like your ears were lying to you, that you heard him moan. A different, almost rare sound from him.

He always grunted and groaned, sounds you were deliciously familiar with, that you took as incentive to take him in deeper, or to cum around him again, or to work your tongue around his head one more time.

But a moan was different. It was him being vulnerable and showing his appreciation for what you were doing. His, other times, vocal lips, only spilling honesty right now.

The shower was slippery and Joel too weak to do anything in there. So you stopped your hands, running them up his stomach and kissing his back.

"Let's go to bed, don't want to end all the water, do we?" You said, turning him and receiving openly the kiss he leans down to press on your lips.

You dry his hair and his body, telling him to go to bed. You pat yourself dry and follow him, watching him while he looks at you, appreciating every curve and line your body had.

You lie over him, straddling his hips, his cock warm under your clit. Leaning down to kiss him, you slowly roll your hips, his hands coming to your ass, giving you a strong and deep squeeze.

"Wanna make you feel good, you've been feeling bad for a long time now." You whisper on his good ear when going down to kiss his neck. He hums in response and you start trailing kisses down his chest, then his stomach, and finally, around his cock.

You kiss his base, balls, head and the very tip with open and wet lips. Every inch of him receiving the love you want to give him.

You suck his balls first, softly and slowly. His hand comes to your hair, not pushing or applying any pressure. Just resting there and caressing you the same way he did when washing your hair.

You then lick a zigzag up his length, untill you reach the tip, that you roll your tongue around, slurping on his precum and enjoying the soft and warm felling of his skin when you put it inside your mouth.

You slowly take him inside, letting your droll wet the next inch before sucking him in. "Gonna fucking kill me, angel." He breathes low and you half chuckle, taking the hint and going a bit faster.

Your hand is cupping and rolling carefully his balls, when his breath starts to get quicker. You suck him a bit harder one last time, sucking in your cheeks to feel him fully inside your mouth.

Then you let go. With a wet and loud sound, your lips are open, a thick streak of saliva and precum keeping your lips and his tip connected. You swallow it and go back to straddling him, once again kissing your way back up.

His hands come to your face and he kisses you deeply, passionately. It's a slow and savoured kiss. The kind to make you wish to stop time and just live in for a bit. His warmth and smell sending you deeper into him, he's all that exists right now, and you couldn't imagine a better plane of existence.

You align yourself with his cock, rubbing his tip up and down your folds, circling him around your clit and just putting his head in first. Slowly, you move your hips up and down, just the tip going in and out of you.

His hands come down to your thighs and you break the kiss, holding yourself up to look into his eyes when you fully sink on him. His eyes falter for a second, his lips part and the fucking moan is there again. Blessing your ears and making you mimick his sound. A stretched, nasty and honest sound leaving your own lips.

The kind of moan that has you worried everything with ears could hear.

When you were together you felt like you just wanted to fuse with him. You always hugged him super tight, almost as if trying to merge your bodies and become just one.

Sex was the closest you would ever get to it, and you just loved feeling him inside of you. Just how fucking closer could you be with someone then literally having them inside you?

All these thoughts making you float inside your brain. His warmth, smells, tastes and sounds are everything that you know, and you're more than willing to just swim around the man underneath you.

Your hips instinctively start circling on him. His grip on your hips tightening and helping you move. You start going up and down, watching him while he looks at your body. His eyes deep and tired, but his usual passion and desire making room for themselves on them.

His lips dry and parted, an obscene invitation for you to lean down and lick them, which you're prompt to accept. Keeping your hips movements, circling while going up and down, a clockwork to help him feel every single inch of you, you just let yourself go and fully enjoy the moment.

You kissed again, his name leaving your lips just as much as yours left his. In whispers, whimpers, laughs when you moved just right, and groans that made you see stars.

You went back up, needing him faster and rougher, you support yourself on his chest and just let pleasure guide your movements.

Up and down, circling around. Forward and backwards, rubbing your clit on his cute belly while doing so.

You started to go faster, rougher, jumping higher and trying to ignore the pain on your boobs while you did so.

You tried to hold them with an arm, but Joel didn't like the blocking of his vision, so his hands left your hips and, removing your arm from your boobs, he held them, giving them enough support so they wouldn't hurt, but keeping them fully in sight for him.

You started to feel your orgasm forming and put your left hand besides his head, using your other hand to circle your clit fast and tight. Joel groaned and pulled you high enough that he could take your nipples on his lips.

He sucked hard and...

Oh God.

He just fucking kicked you off the highest cliff possible.

You screamed his name in a way that would absolutely earn you some looks when you step outside your house.

Your body shivered, shook, and moved uncontrollably. His name the only word you could remember, and you felt your pussy literally gushing around his cock.

You lied on top of him for a second. Trying your best to breath again. You were straight up just cockwarming for a bit, while you tried to organize your brain again.

"So fucking pretty, baby. Feel so good around me, squeezing me so well." His words making you clench purposefully around him, wich you kept doing, just pulsing and doing your best to make him feel good while you can't move. "My good... (a clench) Fucking girl."

Oh, to be praised by Joel Miller.

You couldn't help yourself. You needed him with you. And you would do anything to show him how much you wanted it, how much you deserved him with you.

You wanted to make sure he was always happy, always aware that you made him feel better than anyone else.

The fog on your brain started to fade and you slowly returned your movements. At first still laying on top of him, just moving your ass to bring back some friction, and eventually properly moving up and down.

"Circle again baby, like you were doing before. Felt so good." You did as you were told, drawing large and heavy circles with your hips, never letting an inch of him escape from you.

"Fuck, baby, so fucking good for me." His eyes were watching you, the frown back between his eyebrows, but this time motivated only by pleasure. His parted lips letting moans, grunts and deep breaths escape, only moving to repeat your name time after time.

It was all too much for you. You fell down again, taken by the man under you. Only him on your mind, his smile, his hair, his big hands, the sound of his voice.

Your orgasm wasn't just due to the stimulation from this moment. It was because of him.

For him.

It was like your way to pay homage to him, to show him just how much you loved and appreciated him. He was making you cum, not only his cock.

Your jaw was clenched together and your eyes doing their best to keep staring at his. When you were finally over, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm gonna cum, peach. Can't fucking hold it anymore."

You searched for strength on your muscles and got up. Kissing him and quickly reaching for his cock. You grab him and just go right back to it. Taking him as deep as you can, swallowing around his cock to make your throat clench around him, earning a grunt and a hair pull from him.

"Fuck, shit." He's doing his best to last and savour this feeling. His hands squeezing both your hair and the sheets, the veins on his neck about to break his skin and jump out of his body.

"Can't, baby. Gonna f-fucking cum." His warning allowing you to remove a bit of him from your mouth. You suck his head and pump his length, moaning when you feel him twitch inside your mouth.

Joel screams your name and lifts his upper body when he cums inside your mouth. Filling you up more than usually, and oh... You love it, tightening your lips around him to not let any drop escape from you.

"Greedy fucking girl." He says when you remove your full mouth from him, squeezing your lips not to let anything drip. You drink him with the most beautiful facial expression Joel has ever fucking seen, and smile when he laughs lazily at your face.

You look down, noticing there's still some on his cock. You take it back into your mouth and Joel hisses, caressing your hair, once again mimicking the movement from your shower.

Rolling your tongue around his softening tip one last time, you moan and circle it around your lips. Then you lick them and go back up, looking for his lips.

He pulls you down, kissing you in a way he hopes you understand as appreciation.

There you are, laying on top of him, sweating even though you're going through the worst part of winter.

Just you, Joel and your love for each other.

"I love you." You say when breaking the kiss.

"I love you too, more than I could ever explain." His honesty breaks your heart.

You feel the familiar feeling on your guts, the desire to melt into him, to never have to leave this bed again, to never have to experience a second without him.

You lie by his side and rest your head on his shoulder. "Gonna have to take another shower." You say, half laughing, half serious.

"Is it gonna end like the last one? Cause if it is I'm fucking running to the bathroom." He laughs, and you know he means it.

"Gonna be an endless loop, till the end of time." You say and he looks down at you.

"Eternity sounds beautiful by your side." Fuck him, you're so fucking in love.

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Can you tell I'm dying over this man? No? Cool.

Nothing to see here.

Feedback, reblogs and cuddles are highly appreciated 👑

Bye besties, see you next time 💖

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x female reader #ghostfanwriter #smut #fanfic #joel miller #pedro pascal's characters #pedro pascal characters #I just want domestical and soft Joel #the last of us hbo #joel miller smut #joel miller writing #joel miller fanfiction

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Hello 👋 if you can can you make a smut or fluff of Kenny x immortal!reader?

Like the reader dies and then comes back the next day but Kenny remembers that they died the day before. Then reader spills the beans about being immortal then they bond over it or something idfk it was an idea I had yesterday after reading some smutshots lol

Also no worries if you don't want do do this request

Lots of love -☆♡anon

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! I wrote this listening to Lana Del Rey 😭 I'm so so sorry it took me so long to answer your request lovely!! I hope you enjoy it!! Lots of love to you too anon 💖 Warnings: character deaths, swearing, talks of death/suicide.

How had this happened? Kenny's head was spinning, his blood soaked hands cupping your face, his head bowed, his eyes bloodshot, and filled with tears that fell steadily, rolling down his cheek and dripping onto your now motionless face. Everything was taken from him, in the blink of an eye you were gone, and there was nothing he could do to save you, you were gone, and Kenny knew you weren't coming back.

You weren't like him, you couldn't die one day and come back the next, and as the ambulance began to move your body from the sight of the car crash, Kenny fell to his knees, his friends trying their best to hold him up, all of their faces stained with tears. But Kenny's pain was like nothing he'd ever felt before, his heart was broken into a million little shards the moment he seen the car connect with your body. You stood no chance, and Kenny held your hands as you took your very last breath, and it felt like he hadn't been able to breathe properly since.

His friends tried to take him home, tried to get him to calm down, to stop crying, stop hyperventilating, but he just couldn't, the only voice he wanted to hear was yours, and he would never hear you call his name again. Kenny was in love with you, you'd been inseparable for as long as he could remember, you were one of the guys, a part of their group, and it felt wrong, the four of them sitting at Stark's Pond without you. Kenny stood, watching the gentle ripple of the water, staring back at his reflection, his mind focused on nothing but memories of you.

Kenny remember the first kiss you both shared, on the bench that his friends now sat, hand in hand, sharing their fond memories of your life, the antics you all used to get up to together as kids, your hopes, your dreams, but Kenny stood silent, his mind too clouded with grief to even comprehend what they were saying. It was as if everything moved in slow motion, before finally he wiped the welling tears out of his eyes, turning to look at the three boys that had been his lifelong friends.

"I- I think I'm just gonna go be by myself for a bit. I need to think." Kenny managed out, his tears rolling down his cheeks once more, his sleeve rubbing his nose as he sniffled, pulling the strings of his orange hoodie to cover more of his face, and Eric, Kyle and Stan nodded sadly.

"Call us if you need us, Kenny." Stan spoke, the other guys nodding in agreement, as he turned on his worn out shoe heels and walked towards your home. And he stood there, just gazing at your bedroom window, his tears stinging his eyes, trying his best to get himself together, before knocking on the door, and there was no answer, just as he suspected.

With a long sigh he headed towards his own home, swinging the door open, the noise of his parents usual fighting echoing in the background, of his rather preoccupied mind, and when he passed them to head upstairs, they stopped shouting, looking at their son with concern.

"Ken, what's wrong?" His mother Carol spoke in a soft tone, one that Kenny wasn't used to, but she knew there was something wrong with him, the fighting could wait.

"I-It's y/n she... she..." Kenny tried, the lump in his throat becoming too much as his mother embraced him, although Kenny was now taller than her, she was still his mom, and she did care, contrary to popular belief.

"She's what baby? Did something happen?" She asked, and Kenny simply nodded, as she looked up towards her husband, who stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do or say.

"Is she hurt, baby?" And Kenny nodded harder, his tears falling quicker, knees giving way as he dropped to the dirty floor beneath him, his hands covering his face, and he sobbed, he sobbed like he never had before, struggling to catch his breath.

"She's dead." Was all he could muster, before his sobs broke through again, and his mum and dad helped him to his feet, bringing him to his bedroom and sat him on his bed.

"You'll be okay, Ken. I promise everything will be okay." Carol whispered, trying her best to calm her son, and Kenny shook his head, his jumper wet from his tears.

"Nothing will ever be okay, mom! I fucking love her!" Kenny shouted, his mothers arms embracing him once more, shushing him as he cried his heart out, she'd never seen Kenny like this about anyone. It was common knowledge that you both were dating, but no one ever realised how deeply in love you both were, you were both 18, and everything had been perfect, up till that fateful day.

Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days, but finally the morning had came, and Kenny had sobbed himself to sleep, his alarm clock ringing was what woke him, and when he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he felt his heart begin to ache again, he'd only just arose and already he wanted the day to be over. That was until he heard a loud knocking on the front door.

Kenny heard Karen and a familiar, yet muffled voice talking to one another, before the door closed, and he heard footsteps approach his closed bedroom door, and with a knock, Karen swung the door open, a bright smile on her face, as if she remembered nothing from yesterday.

"Kenny! You have a visitor!" She sung, a smile wide across her face, and Kenny's eyebrow quirked, sniffling slightly, trying his best to stop his tears from falling.

"Karen I- I don't really wanna see anyone right now." Kenny replied, his head hung low, and then he heard it, the voice he'd been longing to hear.

"Not even me?" It was you, you were alive, not a scratch on your perfect skin, his head shooting up before he ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug, his tears falling from his beautiful oceanic eyes, and you ran your hands through his fluffy blonde hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Kenny swore this was a dream, this was all his mind playing cruel tricks on him, and soon he'd awaken, and you'd still be gone, no longer in his arms, and he held on tighter to your jumper, his body shaking.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream?" Kenny whispered into the crook of your neck, smelling your familiar perfume, cigarettes and weed, and you cupped his face with your hands, like he did with yours when you were dead.

"I promise this is real, baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, I swear." You whispered softly into your sobbing partners ear, and he gazed up at you, his lips meeting your own, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist, and he couldn't believe that you were here, in his arms, kissing him back like you always had, and as you both pulled away, your eyes meeting, Kenny took your hand and pulled you further into his room, the door closing behind you both.

"So you remembered?" You asked, and Kenny just pulled you on to his lap once he'd sat on his bed, his arms going round your waist, fluttering soft whispers of kisses against your face, and he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes still bloodshot from the hours of crying.

"Of course I remembered!! Just like you remembered with me. I really thought I'd lost you... I thought I'd never have the chance to hold you this way again and I-I..." Kenny trailed off, his eyes welling with tears once more.

"I guess it just made me think, how special you really are, how much I really need you to survive... I even thought about killing myself to join you, cause I swear I'd do it everyday if it meant we could meet in heaven together, and I'd be able to hold you like this again, if even for a little while. I really am in love with you." Kenny whispered, his eyes welling once more, and yours did too, before connecting both your lips together once more, yours hands lost in his soft hair, and Kenny smiled against your lips, tightening his grip on you.

"Although, what I'm about to do to you, we'd definitely be sent to hell for." He said with a smirk, flipping you on to your back as he hovered over you.

"I love you too, Ken. And don't worry, no matter where either of us go when we die, we'll always find our way back to each other."

And with that, your night began, and it was bound to be a long one.

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle south park #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick smut #stan south park #south park #south park fandom #sp kenny #kenny sp #south park fanfiction #fanfic

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winchestergirl2 · 4 months

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December Reading Recs

Thank you to all the incredible writers here on tumblr, who provide us with these fantastic stories and thank you to everyone who interacts with these fic recs posts to help spread the love for these writers.

Happy New Year everyone, and happy reading!

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Take Me Back Series Chapter 3 | Epilogue | @kaleldobrev

Authors Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case

The Widow Timestamp: I Love You @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Sam tells Y/N that he loves her for the first time. This is basically PWP.

The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me? @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and Sam has an important question to ask you.

A Blacksmiths Hands @sams-sass

Fall For You @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: You don’t always go flying through the air. But when you do, there is one Winchester who is always there to catch you. Or. A series of times you and Sam fell over each other. And Dean’s there.

Imagine Walking Your Dog With Sam @imagineteamfreewill

Dean Winchester

Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

The One That Got Away Epilogue @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.

Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.

Just Thought You Should Know @smellingofpoetry

Authors Summary: It was just one of those drunk calls until it wasn't anymore.

Christmas Boredom @soaringeag1e

Screw Consciousness @kaleldobrev

Authors Summary: Taking a nap with Dean after a long drive

Strangers @smellingofpoetry

Authors Summary: They were just two strangers, dancing in the middle of a club.

10 Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Black and Blue @lipstickandwhiskey

Authors Summary: You can’t help your feelings for your friend, but maybe some jerk will give you a push in the right direction?

Pondering Fate While Ignoring The Obvious @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary: Priestly has got it so bad for Tish that he can barely see past the end of her... well, her back end, anyway. He's love sick and forever rejected, constantly stuck inside his own head. When a new girl in town starts messing with him, he quickly loses his cool...

Unique and Brightly - Colored @crashdevlin

Authors Summary: You don't like Priestly's new look and you really don't like the reasoning behind it.

Smallville

Jason Teague

Miss Professor @zepskies

Authors Summary: Jason has to make a decision. You, or Lana Lang.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Memories Are All I Have @kaleldobrev

Authors Summary: You’re all Ben thinks about while he’s in Russia

From Russia With Love @kaleldobrev

Authors Summary: You’re the first person Ben goes to see after escaping from Russia

House

Robert Chase

Kiss and Tell @iwritefandomimagines

Authors Summary: after endless mutual pining, you and chase finally hooked up over the weekend. you agreed to keep it a secret while you figured things out, but it doesn’t last long with the team around.

Dark Angel

Alec Mcdowell

Not So Lonely Christmas @daughterofcain-67

Authors Summary: You’re beginning to grow accustomed to doing things by yourself now that you’ve moved away from family, but your friends at Jam Pony seem to forget that Christmases after moving to a brand new area can often result in being alone during the holiday season… and Alec won’t stand for it.

Bullseye @zepskies

Authors Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?

Chicago Fire

Matt Casey

Untitled Imagine @deanstead

Authors Summary: Imagine: Matt looking for his captain jacket and finding it on you

Any Fandom

Unamed Male (Choose your own)

Midnight @kittenofdoomage

Authors Summary: New Year’s Eve brings a surprise at the end of a crappy year.

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wormswurld · 3 months

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I hope we're not annoying you with the fem!ollie asks! If so, ignore this. I think Felix takes ollie to last vegas at some point, get him all dolled up and pretty (I'm thinking of lana del rey shoot for interview magasine where she's sitting on a car with a super short wedding dress, veil and blue eyeshadow) and they have a shotgun wedding. It's not legal ofc but it is to them, and everyone around is jealous of felix for marrying such a sexy and pretty girl. After, they go to a hotel where felix booked the cheesiest and most expensive honeymoon suite with rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed and he fucks ollie nasty on top of it while calling him his good little wife. (maybe they get matching tattoo instead of wedding ring too)

I COULD NEVER GET ANNOYED W FEM!OLLIE ASKS omg. anon reveal yourself because that was AMAZING. your mind is literally everything to me holy fuck !!!!!!!!!!! felix calling ollie “little miss catton” 😵‍💫 the fact that you me ruined lana del rey 🤤 you are so great thank you thank you thank you for this ask 💖

#wormswurld answers #ask #ask me anything #lgbtqia #saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn posting #felix catton #cattonquick #felix x oliver #saltburn 2023 #cw forced feminization

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iiikaruz · 11 months

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New CH episodes have made me officially decide to stop caring about the actual cast of the show </3 (/hj but i wish it was /j)

Anyway would you like to share some of your headcanons/scenarios for the side/minor characters ? It always makes my day 💚💖(/nf)

dude i feel you on these new episodes. wtf is going on over there. anyways, i’ll gladly dump this 10 ton stack of headcanons on you that i wrote down!! Marie Antoinette:

loves hyperpop and 90s house music. she’s so slay (i have a playlist lol)

into european weirdo cinema like Gaspar Noe’s but she also likes chick flicks (her fave films are Climax (2018), Daisies (1966), and But I’m A Cheerleader (1999).)

frequents on lolita forums and goes to really shady places just to get cute lolita items.

has absolutely mastered voguing. super into ballroom culture.

has a pet borzoi (those groovy long-nosed dogs.) her name is “Vanille” and Marie loves her dearly.

wants to study fashion. she especially loves Vivienne Westwood and Moschino.

Jesús Cristo:

is a juggalo, and he indoctrinated Van Gogh into it as well.

says “it is what it is” at any minor inconvenience.

had a mental crisis at 13 as a product to the stress of living up to his clone father. similar to joan’s breakdown in s1e3 but 10x worse. he tries to ignore it when people bring it up.

designated driver on any road trip. for some reason.

into bands like The Cure whilst also bopping to Cypress Hill.

his fave video game is Parappa the Rapper.

accidentally punching holes/nails into his hand is a common occurrence. seems like it just keeps happening, so he’s learned to just roll with it. he’s also a pretty good nurse bc of it.

Marilyn Monroe:

is always down for the school play. BUT she usually just does script-writing and tech.

into conspiracy theories and video essays. (all gorgeous gorgeous girls love video essays).

is a dedicated Britney Spears and Gwen Stefani stan.

SO “COQUETTE LIZZY GRANT DIOR RETRO” in her fashion choice.

she also gives “elle woods from legally blonde” vibes. straight A student right here.

CERTIFIED GIRLBOSS <3

Thomas Edison:

is obsessed with American Psycho (2000). he has a poster in his room and he’s weirdly obsessed with Christian Bale (very 🍎🍉🍊 of him, but he always excuses it with “oh no, i just idolize and worship him. there’s absolutely nothing gay ab it.” he’s lying.)

also he’s SUCH a pretentious film bro. he has a whole library of stupid film facts shoved in the back of his mind (im totally not projecting).

he only listens to: 80s new-wave stuff like New Order, Oingo Boingo, Beastie Boys, & Talking Heads OR Lana del Rey. There is no in between.

he worked (past-tense bc that shit is GONE in 2023) at a blockbuster video store next to the mall and he liked being a total bitch to people about it (example: “you really rented this shit? this movie sucks, dude”)

after getting unfreezed, he was ECSTATIC over how easy pirating movies is nowadays.

Napoleon Bonaparte:

member of the speech/debate club and he is THE WORST TO BE PAIRED WITH. he’s foaming at the mouth the moment someone gives a rebuttal he didn’t think of. some meetings end in him trying to beat up someone.

into 80s rock like Metallica and Black Sabbath. he has an electric guitar. he also FUCKING LOVES ABBA AND JAMIROQUAI. like… too much.

unlawfully good at Just Dance. he absolutely fucks it up on the dance floor.

adores fantasy films like Conan (1982) and The Never-Ending Story(1984). he’s so lame/ pos.

he bakes really well. that’s all he’s got going for him.

he either found his napoleonic military uniform at party city or at a thrift store with Marie Antoinette; his story changes depending on who he’s talking to.

he cut his own hair when he was 14. the following conversation after he did so was with caesar, and it was just the haircut scene from fleabag . he then continued to keep his stupid haircut to what it is now.

is a hopeless romantic. he can make up entire love poems & sonnets in his head about a girl he’s crushing on, but literally cannot talk to people without sounding like a douchebag unless he’s super comfortable w/ them.

Ivan the Terrible:

is an avid deftones, sewerslvt, & duster listener (i, unfortunately, ALSO have a playlist.)

spends his nights scrolling on 4chan and arguing w/ people. him & topher have accidentally argued w/ each other AT LEAST 5 times.

literally refuses to take off his ushanka in any weather. it doesn’t matter to him if it’s 90 degrees, that thing is staying ON.

kins Travis Bickle and Shinji Ikari. i mean, just look at this dude and how he presents himself. average NGE & Taxi Driver enjoyer/ hj.

fave video games are Postal 2 and osu!. he plays osu! phenomenally, to the point where it’s impressive. (pls put that energy into a job or something).

and yea that’s all the energy i have to write this down :]

#yeah i made ALL OF THIS UP LOL #AND THIS IS JUST A GLIMPSE INTO THE MINI SIDE-UNIVERSE I HAVE #but thx for asking!!!#clone high #clone high marie antoinette #clone high jesus #clone high jesus cristo #clone high marilyn monroe #clone high thomas edison #clone high napoleon #clone high ivan the terrible #clone high season 2 #ch #clone high reboot #clone high headcanons #so many tags

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got an idea bestie <333. what about dilf jamie having a daughter and the reader babysitts her on days jamie is not home and once she is like cleaning up the mess she made in the kitchen and jamie comes home and they somehow fuck oop.🥰😘💕❣💔❤💖💝💘

hi my love!!! <33 YES. YES. YES. I LOVE THIS.

Burning Desire- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: smut! don't read if your uncomfortable!! age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Jamie in his late 30s), sir kink (kind of), i think that's it!

୨♡୧ note: yes the title is a lana reference <3

You never imagined enjoying a job as much as you do being a babysitter for none other than Jamie Bower’s daughter. You also got paid very well, leaving you excited to go to work. It started as a part-time job, but with Jamie’s busy schedule it began to be more full-time. Which of course you didn’t mind! You loved his daughter, Abi, and she loved you too. Everytime you would leave when Jamie came home during the day she would begin to cry, she’d even offer you her pocket money to stay a couple extra hours to play with her. She loved to draw and make music, you knew this came from Jamie. He encouraged her to express herself artistically in every form she could, he even told you his plans to get her a guitar for her next birthday, in which she’ll be turning 9.

It was currently a Thursday night, Jamie had messaged you earlier in the evening explaining that he would probably be home quite late tonight, so he would pay you double for staying the extra hours. You told him he didn’t have to, yet he insisted.

When Jamie was home, you noticed there was something in the air between you two. Once he kissed you goodbye when you left, it was only on the cheek, but it took everything in you not to pull him back in and kiss his lips. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined this multiple times. You would get lost in your daydreams and fantasies about this man, so much that everytime you came face to face with him you couldn’t help but become nervous.

You were on the floor, on your hands and knees, scrubbing away the mess you had accidentally created earlier. You had just cooked Abi’s dinner, and after putting all the leftovers in a glass bowl you went to put it away, but Abi came running in, excited to show you her drawing and made you jump, causing you to drop the bowl and leaving a mess all over the floor. You cleaned most of it, but there were still stains. So once Abi was asleep, you decided to get back down and clean it up.

“Everything okay down there?” You heard a voice ask from behind you, and suddenly you blushed as he had just walked in on you in this position. You quickly rose back to your feet, taking off your cleaning gloves and placing the sponge on the counter.

“Yeah… yeah, I just spilled something on the floor, I wanted to make sure it was properly cleaned.” You answer, trying to maintain eye contact but you were too flustered. He chuckled, telling you it was okay and that the cleaners would have done that in the morning.

He began pouring himself some whiskey, he had asked if you’d like a drink but you had to decline seeing as you had to drive home soon. He tempted you again, saying he would pay for a taxi. And you gave in.

“Just one, though.” You told him as he looked through his cupboard.

“Of course, love. Here, do you like this?” He asks, holding out a bottle of wine you had never heard of before.

“Yes!”

“Wonderful,” he gives you a smile before taking a wine glass out from the cupboard, “so how was Abi today, she’s told me she hasn’t been feeling too well lately?”

“Really? She seemed fine today, she was an angel! And she even drew me something.” You smile, taking the folded up picture from your pocket and laying it on the kitchen table in front of Jamie. “It’s her, you and then me.”

Jamie smiled and praised his daughter’s art skills. She was wonderful especially for her age, and you told him her gifts have obviously been passed on from him. To this, he smiled and set his hand on your waist as you stood beside him. Then you realised the time.

“Oh, I should be heading back now!” You worry about staying too long, especially as Jamie doesn’t have much free time, he must treasure it when he has it.

“Wait! I’ll call you a taxi, sweetheart- and I need to pay you!”

As he stood up, you couldn’t help but take in the way he looked right now. He wore black trousers with a black belt, a white shirt unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattoos and expensive pieces of jewellery.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you say, your eyes drawn back to his arm again. As he came over to you with the money in his hands, he told you he had quite a few more. You hesitated before asking, “can I see them?” You then explained that you had always loved tattoos and wanted a few yourself.

He grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing three- no, four- more. You couldn’t help but reach out to trace your finger along the heart and butterflies tattooed on his chest.

“They’re beautiful.” You say, before finally realising you were probably touching him for longer than you should be. “Shit!” You whispered before pulling yourself away- although you couldn’t pull yourself away as his hand cupped your cheek and pulled him towards you, his soft lips touching yours, you melted into the feeling, your eyes shutting as you leaned back in, your hand pressed on his chest once more.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Jamie says as he finally pulls away for air.

“Me too,” you admit before pulling him back towards you, your lips crashing together again. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing him entry. As your tongues tangled, he slid his shirt off and pushed everything on the table to one side before pushing you down onto it, you pulled him down with you.

You both began giggling as your back hit the table, and your kisses became more passionate and hungry. You needed him, you couldn’t keep pretending that this isn’t what you wanted. With his arms either side of you, you managed to slip your top off, leaving you in just your black lace bra and jeans. His eyes widened at the sight, and his mouth began attacking your neck, sucking on the spot that made your breath hitch, before moving down to your breasts, his tongue running along the lace of the bra, and sucking gently on your nipple through the fabric, causing you to moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Your hands began moving to his belt, but you couldn’t quite manage to undo it. You sat up slightly to try to reach it better, and Jamie unclasped your bra, leaving the both of you fully exposed from the waist up. With his mouth still playing with your nipples, Jamie’s hands came down to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. You now wish you wore matching underwear, but you would’ve never expected this to have happened. But your panties were soon gone as his fingers slipped under the waistband, pulling them down your legs and slipping them into his trouser pocket.

He kisses down your body, down your stomach, your pelvis, your thighs, your knees, then he comes back up, spreading your legs as he reaches your thighs. Your back arches in anticipation and he chuckles, one of his hands coming down to your hips to hold you in place as you feel his face between your thighs, his breath on your clit makes your brain go fuzzy as he slides a finger up and down your folds, coating it in your arousal before playing with your clit, leaving you quietly moaning his name, squirming on the table.

As he pushed one of his fingers into you, you gasped and your nails dug into the wood of the table. He then slips another finger into you, smirking at how you clench around him.

“I need you, in me. Now.” You say between breaths.

“Are you sure about that, darling? You can barely take my fingers?”

Your pleading eyes meet his, and he just grins. You were fully exposed in front of him, and he was still half-dressed. You knew just from this that he was going to be in charge. As his fingers continued to stretch you out, his thumb started to stroke your clit, only adding to the pleasure growing in your lower stomach.

Deciding your juices weren’t enough, he leaned down slightly and spat on your pussy, rubbing it into you with his thumb.

This almost sent you over the edge- if it wasn’t for the fact that he removed his hand right before you were about to cum.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, “you thought it was gonna be that easy, hm? Turn around for me.”

You do as he says, turning so your tits were pressed against the table- leaving you glad you double cleaned it earlier. Your feet were on the floor, leaving your ass in the air as you arched you back slightly.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asks, his hand caressing your ass as his fingers trailed back down to your wet cunt. “My gorgeous girl.” My. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to think about talking to another man. You’re all mine, aren’t you?” He asks, you hear his belt fall to the ground and the zip of his trousers being undone, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Yes. All yours.” You say, trying to move your ass back enough so he can slip into you.

“Good girl,” he says before stuffing his cock into you in one move. The stretch hurt in a way that felt delicious, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, his hand running across your back, as if he was trying to take the pain away. “You ready?”

“Fuck yes.” You groaned, feeling him start to move his hips.

You had never been fucked from behind before, but it felt better than you could ever imagine. He hit spots inside you that you had never felt before, causing you to screw your eyes shut and your hands formed into fists. You let out a string of moans, followed by his name, telling him how good he was fucking you and how good his cock felt inside you.

You were pushed to the edge again when his hand reached between your legs and started to play with your clit again. All you could do was whimper beneath him. You feel his hand grip your hair, pulling your back up so it was pressed against his chest as he fucked into you at a pace that caused your legs to tremble.

“You close?” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded your head and he chuckled into the skin of your neck, “then cum for me, sweet girl. Make a mess on my cock and I might just cum in your pretty little cunt, you want that?”

“Yes please.” You whimper, “please sir, need you to- mmm- fill me up.”

At that word, he loses all self control and he’s fucking into you relentlessly. Knowing damn well you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. He feels you cum around his cock, and he fucks you through it, watching as your body tenses under his touch only to relax again and you fall back down onto the table, your back arching as your hips move back towards his.

“Gonna cum in you, okay? Gonna make you all full and warm in your belly, baby.” His hands grip your hips, sure to bruise the skin, as he thrusts slow and deep into you.

“Fuck, just like that, sir. Please..” Your eyes roll back as you feel him cum inside you, making you feel fuzzy again as he fucks into you one last time before stopping completely, his cock still buried deep inside you.

He picks your body up again to hold against his as he places gentle kisses on your neck.

“Thank you.” You whisper, turning to look at him.

“What for, darling?” He chuckles.

“Everything,” you say with a smile, before pressing your lips to his in a delicate kiss.

You forgot for a moment that his cock was still inside of you. As he pulled out, you whimpered at the loss of contact. Jamie slipped his boxers and trousers back on and threw his shirt to you.

“Your clothes are filthy, darling. I’ll have the cleaners wash them for you tomorrow before you go home.” He says with a wink.

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower

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nellimeow · 1 month

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⋆ ❱ ✧˖°hello!°˖✧ ❰ ⋆

this is just some shit about me

read or don’t I really don’t care lol

dni:

homophobes (transphobes, biphobes, lesbophobes, etc.)

pedophiles

proshippers

bad people

haters in general <3

things I like

favourite food:

whip cream

favourite snack:

those crackers with peanut butter in between

favourite song:

Diet Mountain Dew (demo) - Lana Del Ray

favourite colour:

#49412A (hex code)

favourite show:

murder drones (hazbin’s up there too though, so is helluva boss)

favourite ship:

n x uzi, onewaybroadcast

favourite height:

anything under 5’8’’

favourite movie:

monty python and the holy grail

favourite drink:

Mountain Dew

favourite shape:

heart (the anatomically correct one)

favourite character:

Adam and Fizzarolli (alex brightman is literally the best omg)

favourite line from a show:

“choke on a sandpaper cock” -verosika

favourite quote ever:

“jokes on you, short people are just fun-sized” -me 2014

pronouns n stuff

pronouns:

any, they/them or it/it’s preferred though

gender:

AFAB, agender

sexuality:

asexual (sex repulsed but I make jokes about it)

aromantic

guidelines for commenting or asks or anything

um just try to be respectful? obviously I can’t control what you do but no racial slurs either (they make me uncomfortable)

yeah just go crazy though

names

nellie

phy

nebula

vamphy

call me whatever idc

lil bit o’ extra stuff

birthday:

feb 14th (usually celebrate on the 20th tho)

zodiac:

pisces

favourite aesthetic:

weirdcore weirdcore weirdcore weirdcore

fashion aesthetic:

goth(?), indie(?), or just whatever I have in my closet

dream job:

artist or neurosurgeon

hobbies:

writing (fanfics), reading (fanfics), thinking about meaningless philosophical questions

my ‘dictionary’:

n: and, an

b: bitch

assume everything i post is /lh unless I say otherwise

ok thanks for reading, buh-bye! ✨💖

(I mean there’s more stuff but it’s not really useful)

me vibes:

I've got a gambling addiction

And I confuse love with attention

So I keep betting everything that I have on people who don't stay

I've got a gambling addiction

But I don't raise, I don't call I go all in, all of the time

On people who don't feel the same

So, I keep losing to the house

I'll never learn my lesson

Losing to the house, because it's just a guessing game

I haven't figured out how to play in moderation

But with all of my losses someday, I'm probably gonna win

I've got a gambling addiction

And I place bets based off affection

But I never stay when I should so I always catch 22

I've got a gambling addiction

But I'm bad at bluffing and making predictions

So love is a lottery where I always lose

I keep losing to the house

I'll never learn my lesson

Losing to the house, because it's just a guessing game

I haven't figured out how to play in moderation

But with all of my losses someday, I'm probably gonna win

I wanna be: pulling lucky numbers and praying to lucky stars

Finding four-leaf clovers and counting all of my cards

But I'm walking under ladders

Seeing black cats

Spilling table salt and stepping on every crack

And yet I'm still trying to turn my thirteens into sevens

So I'm crossing all my fingers and I'm pressing all my luck

Cos I know misfortune just won't be enough

To keep me from betting it all on love, again

That's why I keep losing to the house

I'll never learn my lesson

Losing to the house, because it's just a guessing game

I haven't figured out how to play in moderation

But with all of my loses someday

I'm probably gonna win, right?

Sometimes I shouldn't text you

You act just like my ex do

You know I try my best to catch you

She wanna be so perfect, so it's silicone

For the last two years, I've been all alone

For my last few peers, I hope you fucking choke

I'm on the brink of insanity inside my own home

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

Serotonin, I need you bad, you know it

I know you mad, I'm glowing

I know you mad, I know you mad (and I know)

Sometimes I shouldn't text you

You act just like my ex do

You know I try my best to catch you

And he has a wife but he love his mistress

Blink twice and you might just miss it

So much jealousy, it's vindictive

I'm worthless, a pot to piss in

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

Dun, dun dun, dun, dun dun (alright)

Got a lot of friends that I can't escape

Sleepin' in my head like a Motel 6

Hold it all together with a little duct tape

It bends, it breaks

Got a lot of dreams but I let them die

Ping pong, drip drop, oh my my

The TV's on but the noise is white (what am I doing now?)

God, can't I catch my breath?

Not even for a second

Chasin' Santa Ana winds

And I obsess, I slow dance with the tension

Can you taste it on my lips?

I'm so scatterbrain

But when you touch me, it all goes away

Scatterbrain

For a second I don't feel insane

Come medicate me

I don't sleep at all, yeah, I've been counting sheep

I look perfect on the surface but a nightmare underneath

I've got anger problems, I say things that I don't mean

Some people pay for therapy, I find it in the sheets (hey)

Catch my breath

Not even for a second

Chasin' Santa Ana winds

I'm so scatterbrain

But when you touch me, it all goes away

Scatterbrain

For a second I don't feel insane

Come medicate me (scatterbrain)

I need you baby (goes away)

I need it daily (scatterbrain)

I need you baby (feel insane)

Come medicate me

Dude, she's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not-

You're sitting, waiting beside your phone

The apple of your eye

The one you love is awake, you're alone

And you can't help but realize

That you waste your time

Tell yourself a lie

That you waste your time

Dude, she's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not-

I love ya

(And I) can't stop thinking of ya

(Oh, and I) love you

I can't stop thinking of ya, of ya

Dude, she's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

Nice to meet you

I'm a cryptid

I don't scare off many children

They just laugh it makes me livid

I'm not scary

Like I should be

Play with dolls when

No one's looking

Dad is Bigfoot

Mom is Nessie

Can't just say "I tried my best, " see

They're expecting so much more I

Couldn't care less, but I still try

I'll go hairless

Grow some more eyes

Nice to meet you

They see right through me

Can I blame them?

Till I scare 'em, I stay nameless

Movies set the bar too high

I need a win before I die

I can't begin to want to try

Yet I still do

Nice to meet you

At the naming ceremony

Everyone else, their lives were all forming

But maybe I'll earn it

At the naming ceremony

(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...)

What if my parents loathe me? Disown me?

(Who am I? Oh, who do I think I am? Think I am?)

If I don't earn it

At the naming ceremony

(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...)

Should've been gifted, should've been perfect

(What's my name?)

But I couldn't even learn it

At the naming ceremony

Nobody told me congratulations

I didn't earn it

I don't deserve it

Nice to meet you

I'm a cryptid

Chose my own name

Now I'm Mildred

It's no "Mothman"

"Chupacabra"

But it's mine and

I deserve it

It's my name and

I deserve it

It's my own and

I deserve it

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Struck a nerve

That's absurd

I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper

That's enough living rough for a lifetime

Looking back for a pass

Take it from me

I've lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Let me lay it down for you

It seems so simple

I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under

Where are your hands? No wonder

Take it from me

I've lost my mind

Take it from me

I've lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

I feel stuck in a memory

Scratching my itch, who would I be?

I feel stuck in a memory

Scratching my itch, who would I be?

Six legs, running down the stairs

None of them prepared for what they might see

Now there's another face, another name to sing

I hope they're happy

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

When you're gone I feel alone again

The voices cannot hold my hand

They keep me company at very best

Distract me from my loneliness

Maybe I'm just an anomaly

Even my demons have their families

Truly something must be wrong with me

To need you as much as I do

I was never meant to win

(Shut up)

Here's the reigns

Take ahold of me

Please don't let me go

You do the talking

Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed

There's a dog barking right around the block

And a big ol' whistle blow

Run for it

I'll keep them occupied

'Cause I love you, I love you so

Left me hanging at the station

But you'll be back for me soon

I'm 'bout to die

Yet the only thing I find I'm worried about is you

Something tells me you aren't coming

Guess that I'm truly doomed

I'm 'bout to die

Yet the only thing I find I'm worried about is you

I'm 'bout to die

Yet the thing on my mind seems to nearly be nothing but you

I overhear your brain when it's close to mine

Oh, I know that we're not the same

My heart's on the line

I'm just a pawn in your game

Not your partner in crime

And you're slowly killing me

Taking your time

You're slowly killing me

Taking your time

You're slowly killing me

Taking your- (I was never meant to win)

You're slowly killing me

Taking your- (I was never meant to win)

You're slowly killing me

And yet I don't mind (You were never meant to win)

You're slowly killing me

But please take your time

I don't feel a single thing

Have the pills done too much

Haven't caught up with my friends in weeks

And now we're outta touch

I've been driving in L.A.

And the world it feels too big

Like a floating ball that's bound to break

Snap my psyche like a twig

And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die

Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive

'Cause you gotta survive

Like your body's in the room but you're not really there

Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care

Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air

Am I past repair

A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't

A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope

A little bit tired of sinkin'

There's water in my boat

I'm barely breathin'

Tryna stay afloat

So I got these quick repairs to cope

Guess I'm just broken and broke

The prescriptions on its way

With a name I can't pronounce

And the dose I gotta take

Boy, I wish that I could count

'Cause I just wanna see if this could make me happy

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die

Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive

'Cause you gotta survive

Like your body's in the room but you're not really there

Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care

Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air

Am I past repair

A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't

A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope

A little bit tired of sinking

There's water in my boat

I'm barely breathin'

Tryna stay afloat

So I got these quick repairs to cope

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die

Like a numb little bug that's gotta survive

That's gotta survive

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty?

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses

'Cause we gonna take a ride

I'm not gonna listen to what the past says

I've been waiting up all night

Take another drag turn me to ashes

Ready for another lie?

Says he's gonna teach me just what fast is

Say it's gonna be alright

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Let's take Jesus off the dashboard

Got enough on his mindㅤ

We both know just what we're here for

Saved too many times

Maybe I like this roller coaster

Maybe it keeps me high

Maybe the speed it brings me closer

I could sparkle up your eye

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty?

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want you

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want you, I want you

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Baby, stoppin' at 7-Eleven

There in his white Pontiac heaven

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty?

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

(all lyrics copy n pasted from google)

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