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gh0stsp1d3r · 5 months

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Best friend!Stevo helps shy reader cum after hearing about all of her less than mediocre hook ups. Maybe when they’re done stevo says something like “goddamn, you should’ve told me you felt that damn good months ago. Left me completely in the dark, man 😔”

I love this sm omg. Proofread

𝒢ℴℴ𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈

Warnings- p in v, afab reader, mention of bad hookups, making out, oral (f)

You and Steven, or Stevo, were good friends. He found you interesting, and although you might not seem like it to some, he thought you were pretty damn cool.

You hung out on your bed, listening to the person on the tv. You didn’t expect the knock on your door. You slowly got up, in no hurry. They could wait, whoever it was.

You opened the door slightly and the first thing you saw was the blue hair. You opened it more.

“Stevo?” You asked softly, confused at the sudden sight. You had a blanket wrapped around you, it was pretty early.

“Hey, hope you don’t mind.” He let himself in. You weren’t shocked at this point, you shut the door and looked at him.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“I just wanted to see you. Haven’t seen you in a while.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Oh.”

“How are you?” He asked. You yawned.

“Tired.” You laughed.

“Why didn’t you show up yesterday? To the party.” He asked blatantly.

“You know parties aren’t my thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Well, your already here. You want coffee.. or something?”

“Sure.”

You both sat down on your bed now, as he looked at a note on your desk. He furrowed an eyebrow and picked it up.

“Had a great time last n-“ he read out loud.

“No, no!” You groaned when you heard it, trying to take it from him, but he lifted it in the air and continued to read it.

“And I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at-“

“Stevo!” You whined, as he laughed loudly, you climbed on top of the man but he continued to read it. Your cheeks heated up.

“From Josh.” He said in a swoony voice, you rolled off of him and folded your arms.

After a little while, he asked with a laugh, “So, was he any good?

"No. I can't go. He was just awful," you said with a shudder.

“Why was he horrible?” He asked, interested now.

“It’s not important-“

“No, I feel like I need to know now.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows.

“So many reasons.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t wanna..”

“C‘mon, give me the details.”

You sighed “These few months, all I’ve had is these not very good hookups. Maybe my standards are high or maybe these men just can’t fucking fuck.”

“Mm. Probably both.” He joked.

As you struck him in the arm, he quickly muttered a soft apology.

“Anyways, this guy was an asshole. First, he didn’t take off his shoes in my damn place, and he didn’t until we started to have sex. Then when he did, he was sloppy, I think he was a virgin.”

He made a face at your words.

“It gets worse. None of them have made me orgasm, I had to fake it. I haven’t had one for months.”

“I could help with that.” He shrugged. You looked at him, thinking he was joking. But no, his face made it seem like he was indeed serious.

“"Stop," you said with a small laugh as you looked back at the TV.

“What? You don’t think I could?”

“You’re joking. It’s funny, Stevo.”

“I’m not.” He said, his tone serious this time. You both stared at each other for a moment, before leaning in. He made it so he was on top of you, cupping your face and kissing you.

He slid his tongue into your mouth, making you moan out in the process. Once you both moved away, a string of saliva followed. He quickly began to unbutton his pants, and you took off your shirt and bra.

He then looked at your pants, taking them off quickly, throwing them along with the rest of your guys clothes. He was quick, and he stared at your almost naked body.

You looked away and crossed your arms, feeling shy under his gaze.

You feel his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t.” He said. He then moved his way back in between your legs. He pulled your panties down, he looked up at you, and he put his mouth on your pussy.

His hands gripped your thighs as he licked like it was his last meal. Your noises motivated him, he focused on your clit, licking a stripe up the bundle of nerves.

You moaned out his name, his ego grew at every one you let out.

You had a firm grip on his hair.

“Stevo- Im-“

He didn’t stop, in fact, his tongue worked faster, it felt heavenly on your pussy.

You came on his face, your first orgasm in months. He came up from in between your legs, licking it from his lips.

You thought for a while about how your best friend had just eaten you out. He had just helped you get your first orgasm in what felt like forever.

Your thoughts were interrupted when he pulled his boxers down, you were shocked by his size.

He asked what was wrong when he saw the expression on your face, a proud smirk on his lips.

“Are you sure that's gonna…”

"We'll find out," he shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your eyes fixed on him with an intense desire, a desire that he reveled in.

He stroked his cock a few times in front of you, as you laid in front of him. He moved his cock to your entrance, looking closely at your reaction when he slid into your pussy.

Your face scrunched up and he stayed still inside you for a little.

“Okay. Move. Please.” you nodded.

“Yes ma’am,” he said jokingly, starting to move deeper inside, his hands were on your sides as he started to thrust slowly at first.

But you needed more. “Stevo- faster-” you said

He listened, his thrusts turned quicker, a lot quicker than you expected the man to be. He was thrusting at a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours.

“Fuck. You feel amazing.” he moaned out, throwing his head back for a moment, fully enjoying this moment.

Both of your guy's noises were the only thing that could be heard, bouncing off the walls.

He focused on the way you squeezed him, fuck, you felt amazing. He wanted to be buried in your pussy forever.

He loved the way your eyes were screwed shut and the noises that came from your mouth. It was something straight out of his biggest wet dream.

“Stevo!” you cried out, he was hitting your g spot, and you loved every second he thrust his hips into yours.

He knew you were about to come, he could tell by the way you were squeezing him so hard it was harder to move in and out.

He just listened to the way you cried out his name, and the way you came on his cock, it truly did feel like a dream, he was sure he’s never had pussy this good.

He came after you, starting to slow down his movements as they got slightly sloppy.

He pulled out of you, the both of you breathing heavily. He just looked at you and flopped down next to you.

“You should have told me you felt that good months ago. I feel left in the dark.” he turned his head to you, and you turned to him with a giggle.

“Well, now you know.”

#stevo levy x reader #stevo levy smut #stevo levy #steven levy x reader #steven levy #slc punk x reader #slc punk #matthew lillard #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard smut

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ahsxual · 3 months

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Can someone give me some ideas to write about Matthew Lillard characters? 🥺 I want to write about Tim Laflour, Stevo Levy, Stu Macher, Doug Van Housen, Dennis Rafkin, Tim from The Curve, Jerry Conlaine, Billy Brubaker, Shaggy Rogers and obviously William Afton ✨ Maybe other Matthew's characters, if you request it? 🤭 (I think it's important to say that I only write with fem!Reader or GN!Reader <3)

#matthew lillard william afton #matthew lillard smut #matthew lillard x reader #Matthew lillard characters x reader #Matthew lillard characters #Matthew lillard requests #fic request #fic suggestions #tim laflour #stu macher x reader #doug van housen #stevo levy #dennis rafkin #shaggy rogers x reader #tim laflour x reader #Stevo levy x reader #william afton x reader #William afton requests #Matthew lillard characters requests

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mcondance · 5 months

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allow me to speak about kissing stevo for just a second

at punk shows stevo kisses dirty. against a wall in the crowded, hot room, punks bumping against punks in the mosh while you and stevo bump tongues just a couple feet away.

you both never really know who initiated it; just know that one second you were pushing and shoving and the next you’ve got each others tongues in your mouth, and your back is hitting the cool wall behind you.

you both grunt at the impact, his hands flying to your face and yours tangling in his shirt. he tastes like bud and liquor, some cheap shit that burns more than it tastes good. you taste like vanilla and weed. gripping your face with both hands is how he keeps you against him, and he lets you yank his body against yours with your tight grip on his shirt, pulling his lean frame as close to yours as you can. the sounds that escape you both are almost animalistic, growls and grunts and cut off curses that match the atmosphere.

stevo kisses filthy, tongue and spit and big hands cupping your face, his body pressing you into the wall. his tongue doesn’t stay in its place, instead exploring and tasting your lips, swirling around your mouth until your chin is cold from the air against his spit. he doesn’t take breaks to breathe, just inhales and exhales into your mouth until you’re sure the air you both are breathing is just the others cycled back.

in his van stevo kisses thoroughly. he kisses soft, big hand rubbing gently across your cheek as you both lean over the console. pulled over somewhere in an abandoned park, you swap spit and lick into each other’s mouth with leisure. it’s a date, sort of, an impromptu trip to the gas station and a drive around the slc.

closed mouth pecks turn into deeper kisses, less and less time between each one until it becomes unbearable to separate. there’s no where to go, he takes his time to taste you, to lick at your vanilla flavored gloss, to really feel your tongue against his. he tastes like the snacks you shared earlier. chocolate flavor lingers on his tongue.

with swollen lips he devours you, pleasureful and satisfied, softer music than his usual punk stuff flowing quietly from his radio. its changed songs a handful of times the whole time you’ve been kissing and you’ve lost track of how long it’s even been, the cassette flipping from his music to yours, a shared mixtape you’d crafted one night. wet smacks fill the air, the soft pops of your lips disconnecting just to merge again do too, heads swaying from one side to the other.

his nose bumps against yours, and your hands are caressing either side of his face. it’s calm, it’s romantic. he hums and you embrace, making the most of this moment. somehow, you don’t run out of breath, the small inhales and exhales you take supplying your almost unbroken kisses.

at your place stevo kisses comfortably. his hands run up your back, or grip at your thighs on either side of him, his back curved to allow him to reach your lips. sunlight streams in through the windows and another cassette plays. bob’s out with trish, should be out all night and that’s perfect, it feels different when it’s just you and stevo.

with your face in his hands is how he kisses you, open-mouthed and sloppy, blissful moans flowing from his lips. something feels different about kissing you in the room that you share, on the blanket that you both agreed on, in the space you’ve both cultivated.

you feel warm inside. his hand finds your chin when you take a second to breathe, tilting your lips to his again, blues low and dark as he commits your face to memory again. stevo’s in fucking love, and you feel it every time he moves his lips against yours, every time he gets to taste you on his tongue. you taste like you, a beautiful something he’s gotten used to. he’s comfortable, sure of what he has with you, and you can feel it in every kiss. he tastes like him.

stevo kisses like he wants to marry you (he does). he kisses sweet and tender and so unlike his outward appearance. hands tangled in his blue hair, you return his devotion.

#you can thank @hanasnx for this btw he encouraged me to write about kissin stevo #stevo levy #stevo nation you have been summoned you have 36 hours to get back to me #stevo levy smut #slc punk #slc punk 1998 #matthew lillard smut #slc punk!#cw weed #cw alcohol #matthew lillard #stevo x reader #stevo levy x reader #matthew lillard x reader

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unidentifiablesubject · 2 months

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i made a decision don’t wanna be helpful IM

WRITING WHAT I WANT

#doug van housen #spencer reid #dean winchester #stu macher #sam winchester #stevo levy #tim laflour #william afton #angst #smut #animal room 1995

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mattey-stu · 9 months

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THIS MASTERLIST DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE.I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE.PLEASE CHECK THAT ONE ON THE TOP OF MY BLOG.

MASTERLIST:

FOR DISCLAMIER: I ONLY WRITE X MALE!READER.

AND I MIGHT WRITE SHIPS TOO.

THIS WILL BE UPDATED

RIVERDALE

FP Jones

none yet

Jughead Jones

None yet

Archie Andrews

None yet

SCREAM:

Stu Macher:

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Billy Loomis:

The confession

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Mickey Altieri:

None yet

Randy Meeks:

None yet

Charlie Walker:

None yet

Ethan fucking Laundry Basket (Ethan Landry):

None yet

Roman Bridger:

The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader

SLC PUNK! :

Steve 'Stevo' Levy:

The party

Her0in Bob:

None yet

SENSELESS:

Tim Laflour:

None yet

Five Nights At Freddys:

Michael Afton/Schmidt:

None yet

Steve Raglan/William Afton:

None yet

ANIMAL ROOM:

Doug Van Housen:

None yet

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

Rodrick Heffley:

None yet

SAW:

Adam Stanheight:

None yet

Daniel Matthews:

None yet

Mark Hoffman:

None yet

Lawrence Gordon

None yet

Peter Strahm:

None yet

INSIDIOUS:

Steven 'Specs' Fisher:

None yet

FIGHT CLUB:

-I cant put any more gifs in here so uh *insert gif* -

Tyler Durden:

None yet

The 'Jack' Narrator:

None yet

Thank you for reading!

Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.

Bros got that ass fr

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starkerhowlter · 2 years

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Don't Pull Away

Ship: starker

Rating: M

Contains: mild angst, mentioned fantasies, tooth-rotting fluff, no smut

Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals summber bingo fill: headpats

Words: 1746

Summary: Peter loves Tony's hands in his hair. Tony loves having his hands in Peter's hair.

A/n: I know it's over but finally, my fourth work in the Starker Festivals Bingo is done! (I think I want to keep working on it despite it being over)

This was beta'd by the most gorgeous squishbean, @cozysafechaotic! and cheered on by my team on the Super Starkers server. Thank you guys as always for being your badass selves.

Read it on ao3

Tony notices the reaction immediately. One moment he's congratulating Peter on a job well done in the lab, and the next, the twenty-year-old intern's eyes are shining. At first, the older scientist couldn't figure out why until he realized his hand is still on Peter's head, fingers touching the soft brown curls.

"Good job, kiddo." He covers, removing his hand from the boy's hair, and placing them in his pockets.

"Thanks, Mr Stark!" He beams, "What should I do next?"

"I think it would benefit you to try and change the composition of the web solution powder to make it neater. Currently, the liquids aren't melding completely and it's going to harm the tensile strength in the long run."

"What should I use instead?"

"I honestly couldn't tell you. Why don't you try going to the chemical pantry and see if anything fits? I think that JARVIS has it cleared for you."

"Okay," Peter smiles and disappears out the door, leaving Tony with his thoughts.

"Fuck. J, can you play back the camera footage of that?"

"On it, sir." As soon as the man asks, a holographic footage screen appears before him. From this angle, he can see his hand brushing Peter's hair, and the way the boy's face lights up. "By the way, sir, Mr Parker's vitals spiked when you touched his head. I noted a spike in dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine. His heart rate also spiked."

"No way." Tony falls back in his swivel chair, fingers running through his own hair. "Hey, J? Start a new experiment page."

"Title?" The robotic butler replies, obediently clearing the screen.

"Sparkle Eyes." The inventor smiles to himself because the description is such a perfect explanation for how Peter's honey-coloured eyes looked.

"Creating..." The screen changes to a chart of graphs "Created. Added 3.25 megabytes of information to the experiment page."

"Perfect. Please keep updating it with each instance as they happen."

"Only in the lab, sir?"

"No, whole complex. But just with me and Peter. No one else. Stevo and Manchurian Candidate would skew the records."

"Noted. Beginning Sparkle Eyes program."

"Thank you, Jar--"

"How about this? Think silica gel would clear it?" Peter presents a jar of silica beads, proudly.

"It would dry it out more, so it's worth a try. You might have to add more of a liquid though to make it sticky again. Think of making bread or cookies."

"Noted. I think I'm going to try mixing it in over a heated burner, where it's hot enough to melt but not hot enough to smoke us out."

"Probably a good idea. Do you need to create a safe environment or does it matter?"

"I think since I'm burning it, it's not really a problem either way." He returns to his desk, taking the lid off the solution in the flask. Carefully bringing it to temperature, the bubbles in the solution dissipate. He mixes in the silica gel, watching it turn into the sticky solution he's hoping for. "Holy shit, Mr Stark!!! I did it!" Tony looks up from his work to find Peter, with his hands in the air, staring proudly at him. "I made the web fluid correctly!"

"Well go on then, test it! Dum-e and I will get you down if you get stuck." Peter nods, loading the web fluid into a capsule and into his web shooter. He aims for the wall, swinging to land on the concrete ceiling of Tony's lab.

"It worked! It worked!!" He cheers, pulling himself free from the webbing. He drops back to the floor, and Tony ruffles his hair again. He revels privately in the way that Peter's entire face tints a gentle rosy pink. He tilts his head slightly into the older's touch before pulling away completely. One of the sensors on the desk chimes, breaking the trance the two have created for themselves.

"We should... yeah."

"Yeah... You're-- You're probably right. I need to go and.... erm... tighten the bolts on my left boot. It's been giving me issues." Tony pulls away from the younger, watching him with curiosity. Peter runs his hands through his hair repetitively and Tony selfishly wonders if he's trying to recreate the feeling.

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Peter scratches gently at his scalp, hoping for the feeling of the man's fingers to appear again. He can't explain it, but he craves the feeling of Tony's hand in his hair. Almost as though the presence itself is a physical manifestation of how proud he is of the boy. It's self-centred, sure, but Peter can't help but wish everything Tony does is because of him. He wonders if Tony has noticed the way the younger boy leans into his touch, and wonders if it would be odd to ask him to ruffle his hair. To allow the boy to lay his head on Tony's thigh and let him comb his mechanic's fingers through Peter's curls as they watch whatever 80s movie Tony picked out. He wishes he could tell Tony, but he can't.

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Tony finds any way he can to put his hand in Peter's hair after that day. He tried to forget about it, sure, but the way the boy would follow his hand anytime he came near, as though he were a puppy waiting for a treat or a belly rub. He silently begs for it with his eyes and Tony wonders if Peter knows he's doing it.

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Two months later, Peter has a boyfriend.

The two students come into the lab and the stranger smiles at Tony. The boy's got a kind smile, one that makes it clear why Peter fell for him. Peter waves and greets Tony with a cheerful "Hi, Mr Stark! This is Harley! I just brought him over to check out my chemistry notes. He thinks he has an idea of how to synthesize the formula. Don't worry about him exposing my spiderman secret, his dad works for you!"

"Ah, Mr Keener! I knew you looked familiar! I think you weren't more than a sprout last time I saw you!" Tony coldly shakes Harley's hand, the craving for bourbon stinging his throat.

Harley looks absolutely starstruck. They really are perfect for each other.

---

It's all well and good until Harley leans over and kisses Peter. Something about needing to go to work and that he will see him back at the dorms tonight. He pays it no mind until Harley's fingers curl into the hair on the back of Peter's head and pull gently. Peter gasps into the kiss, breaking it off before it gets heated, "See you tonight!"

"Love you too, baby," Harley calls, disappearing out the same door they came in. Peter blushes gently, leaning back over his work as though nothing happened.

'Baby.' The title sticks in Tony's head, Peter's reaction causing one of its own in Tony. It's quickly replaced by a small popup by Jarvis about the hair grab. He murmurs to himself, 'no chemical changes' and smirks. Harley is merely a stand-in and Tony's never felt more satisfied. He wonders what would happen if he were to pull Peter's hair and call him baby. Would Peter gasp just as prettily? Would it be prettier?

"Hey, Mr Stark?"

"What's up, Spiderling?" Tony asks, walking over to the desk where the boy is mixing more fluid.

"I was just wondering if you had any more gel capsules. I need to make more web pills."

"I can see what I have. Wait here." Tony leaves and the rest of the day is just as stiff as the stress in his neck.

It seems like just as fast as their relationship started, Harley comes around the lab and up in conversation less and less. Tony meanly wonders if it's due to his and Peter's closeness that Harley feels threatened. He wishes he could call Harley, or "Harls" as Peter calls him, and tell him to watch as Peter's eyes blossom in sparkles and color when his hand touches Peter's hair.

He hasn't seen Peter in days. Well, real Peter. Holographic Peter has been keeping him plenty of company from inside the Sparkle Eyes file. Why turn to porn when he could turn to a personalized collection of photos and videos with Peter melting at his touch?

Peter returns one afternoon, eyes raw and red. "Peter?"

"Mr Stark..." He approaches Tony and falls against him, arms wrapping around his neck, face hiding against his own arm. At that moment Tony forgets how much he hates touch, he wants nothing more than to hold Peter and ruffle his hair, kissing the tears off his cheeks. He raises his hand hovering just slightly over the boy's head, debating if it's appropriate to touch his young mentee. Before he can reply, Peter's hand is gripping his wrist, pulling it the last few inches to tangle it in his hair. His shoulders fall, fresh tears falling from his eyes.

"What's happened?" Tony asks, gently carding his fingers through the curls.

"H-Harley. He cheated on me! Again!"

"Again? This has happened before, Peter?"

"Mr Stark, first, it was Gwen, then Quentin, then he swore he and Harry were finished and he swore he didn't have feelings anymore for him. I trusted him, I let him back in, I took him back and then I walked in on them fucking in our dorm room. I'm so stupid, Mr Stark. I shouldn't have gone back to him. But I did because I'm dumb and desperate and--"

"Woah, woah, hey! You're not desperate or dumb. You're just a fool in love. Why it's with that idiot I will never know but you're not dumb. He is. Got that? Sorry, let me just..." He goes to pull his hand out from the boy's hair, expecting to gain some clarity. Instead of being allowed to break away, Peter nuzzles closer to him, not bothered by the metal of Tony's watch brushing his ear. "Peter?" The younger looks up at him, brown eyes sparkling, as he connects their lips.

"Don't pull away. Not yet," he murmurs, sharing breaths with Tony.

"I won't go anywhere, kid." Tony smiles, kissing him again. "I'm not going anywhere."

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, Comments, and reblogs are very very much appreciated.

#shut up nika #nika writes #starker #tony x peter

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ethansespresso · 11 months

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update!!

working on a really angsty johnny smut rn, might take me a bit but im excited for you all to read it when it's done!! I'll still be posting other stuff until then so!

also! are you guys okay with me posting a johnny fic next friday since i posted a stevo one this week, or do you want it tomorrow?

#johnny knoxville #steve o #jackass tv show #jackass #fic update #smut #pls lmk what u guys think lol

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dramaklub · 2 months

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‼️FORMAT‼️; Red ink is me talking, in the present. This tool will be mostly to add context. The rest is copy pasted directly, the only edits not explicitly stated (in red) are things like spelling and punctuation. I will put the TW in blue ink.

TW: unaliving and childhood SA and the weird aftermath of it. No direct descriptions of it. Just the grey area of the understanding what your relationship with family is supposed to be, and the fundamental misunderstanding of those boundaries I had crying the abuse and after.

Time unknown; for the Club section. most likely past midnight. Most likely pretty drunk:

From Mandela club, puerto Vallarta; bathroom

Post colloquy; it’s like I watch from the outside, im like Casper, i watch people’s lives go, watch them grow up, see them hit milestones. And I would fucking give anything to be them. Not enough though I suppose. What to do?

Idea; the woman in the window? (I was reading this book at the time, meaning of this note is unknown lol)

I keep asking myself ‘what’s wrong with me’ and answering ‘you know what’ and that conversation ends with me being thinking about who I am. What I am. My place. It’s daunting to remember. To be honest with yourself about what people think, about what they’re laughing at when I’m dancing and when I’m making out with someone. It’s unbelievable to them. Hilarious. I’m hilarious. That’s all I’ll ever be. I don’t know how to not be funny it seems. A curse out upon me by I don’t know what. I don’t know why I had to be this person. Why I couldn’t be average. Not Kendal Jenner but Sarah who is insecure about her small judding out belly or non-thigh gap. Why do I have to have this? Why is this me? Why can’t I leave. Why can’t I sign out? I suppose I could but it’s not exactly like deleting my wizards 101 account is it? It’s dramatic and traumatizing to everyone around me. I have to endure because everyone around me will have to live with my death. And not just death but traumatic death. Dramatic. Suicide. As if I brought anything to the table. I don’t. I won’t ever bc I’m nothing. I have nothing. I just want to go home and be comfortable. I want to never leave and be perceived again. But I have to leave and I have to continue to ignore it. me. fucking suffer. It sounds fucking dramatic I know, but how could I describe it. I’m not simply annoyed or bothered by such bothering and annoying things. I’m fucking plagued by them. Will I ever love. Sorry, correction, I probably will, the question is will I be loved. Will be desired after for my body and my conversation. I don’t know, obviously, but Im sure not, either because such a simple thing is obviously off the table, in trying to imagine facing a summer where I could go without trying to overcome some major fear/ anxiety. It’s not for me. I was here for what? Exactly! No se, I have nothing to offer, maybe recommending a specific niche of fantasy books or fan fiction and smut. Perhaps what I have to offer is nothing. Some people have nothing, give nothing. Maybe I gave some life lessons to someone. But someone’s life can’t be summed up to their achievements can they? But aren’t they? How will I live up? How will I be remembered. Something tells me it’s in the manor of my death. Nothing else is worth taking about. I never lit up a room with my smile. I was never outgoing. I’m forgetable no matter how hard I try not to be. God I’ve written so many of these things. Had so many dreams and wants. Why don’t I get them. What’s wrong with me? What don’t I get those nice things? I know why. It hurts though.

At work: 12:13pm in the bathroom

“You’re only as fucked up as your secrets” from the Stevo podcast feat. Shane Dawson. Fuck. I mean that’s not good? Is it. Not in my case. It means I’m really really fucked up. There are things I know. I just know I will never ever ever speak about. To anyone. Therapist, loved one. Absolutely anyone. Because they’re disgusting secrets. They were when I was little and had a very warped view of society. And people. I have family that are not very eager to be friends with me bc they remember something I did that definitely sat right on that line of inappropriate. (Very interesting pov from her on this day bc to be clear this is complete speculation lmao, in this she is talking about my cousins, I’m just not very close to my cousins, we all grew up and what I ‘did’, what im referring to, is one awkward encounter with my cousin - one cousin- not so bad to have cause this alleged shunning lol. Definitely still weird, I dared him to watch porn and I stayed - I can’t remember who decided that good idea lol but i am taking blame- in the room. It was weird for all parties) I don’t even like writing about it now. I mean, here is the thing. I never did cross that line. Not like my cousin did. Never. But I did walk it. Because I think I wasn’t sure how the world worked then yet. I’m gonna be honest and say; idk why I didn’t cross that line. I could have. Very easily. Bc the reason I was even walking it was bc I didn’t know what was right and wrong. (I’m giving myself more grace then she gave herself here; she didn’t cross the line because what she did, did feel weird and wrong and she very simply, didn’t wanna cross the line) I didn’t understand. People told me I would never be kidnapped or raped or touched bc I was an ugly and or fat child. But it did happen and I think I didn’t know what to do about it. It made me feel things I didn’t understand and it made me confused. Bc I thought I was disgusting. My world view at 4 was already based on how attractive I was. At 4. I was already worried about sex. At 4. And with the people I was close with I didn’t understand that line existed. So I happen to walk it. I thought it was normal. And it’s a huge part of my past that I regret and I am ashamed and scared of. I don’t like that idea, that that could be me. I’m scared That that wasn’t a product of my perception of the world that was put on to me at young age, but me. That’s scary. I don’t want to bring it up and hurt someone like that. Like I said I never crossed that line but what if what I did was enough to damage my relationship with them. That’s scary. I don’t want to face that.

And I don’t want to face therapy to talk about it all. I’m at this point and have almost been in it for a year. I’ve made a real mess of my life and I don’t think I will make it worth loving frankly. Maybe I will? But reality is that I probably won’t. I’m waiting to get to the point where I can finally kill myself. I’m okay right now, but I’m trying to get the people around me to a good place. So I can let go. My thought; I know it’s selfish but why should it be? I’m not having a good time right now. I never have. I want to sign out. No I want to delete my account. I’m so fucking done. There are things I want to do of course. God so many things. And maybe if I was someone else I would have done them but I won’t in this life. I just fucking won’t. In video games; if I don’t play exactly how I want to - if Mario didn’t land atop the flag pole- I restarted completely. I would need to delete my start. Is that mentally ill? I mean why should I have to be here? Im an adult, I don’t like it here. I fucking hate it as I am. I love it as someone else. That what makes it sad I think. That I don’t hate all of it. In fact I’m in love with so much of it. But I can’t experience it purely. It’s tainted with my existence.

No need to be worried about this authors state of being, im alive and not actively planning my suicide anymore

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ꨄ - 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬!

𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

Requests catching up on: 1

Total requests I have: 𝟒𝟖

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 -

𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 ~

PAUL DANO — | dwayne hoover , Edward nashton , Eli Sunday , Hank , Alex , Calvin , klitz , Jay , Brian (love and mercy, fast food nation, gigantic) , luis ives , Seth , nick flynn , joby taylor , thaddius , jimmy tree , percy dolarhyde , Lucas , rocco, Martin asher |

DAVID FINCHERS MOVIE CHARACTERS — | fight club: the narrator , Tyler durden , angel face . Se7en : David Mills . ( I would write for the social network but I don't like writing for real people lol ) . |

EVAN PETERS — | Peter maximoff , Warren lipka |

MATTHEW LILLARD — | Stu Macher , Shaggy , stevo , Jerry Conalaine , Brock Hudson , Tim Laflour , Emmanuel , Dennis Rafkin |

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SHAMELESS — | Lip Gallagher |

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER — | angel , spike |

UMBRELLA ACADEMY — | Diego Hargreaves , Klaus Hargreaves

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[ 1. ]- I write fluff, angst and smut, so you can request anything of that sort-

[ 2. ]- I am not comfortable with writing about sensitive and serious topics such as s//icide, r//pe, ab//se, but I may write character death or something similar

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[ 4. ] I do not accept hate, if I get anything of the sort I will happily block you :)

[ 5. ] I write headcanons mostly so PLEASE specify if you want your request a headcanon or something else <3

[ 6. ] I only write for men and gender neutral reader's:) please don't send anything that isn't that, I won't write it then lol

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wildgirllz · 2 years

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Please give me writing requests

People I write for:

**If you want me to consider adding someone, comment!**

Steven Kemp (fresh)

Loki (marvel Loki)

Mobius (marvel Loki)

Bucky Barnes (winter soldier)

Sebastian Stan

Paul Dano

Dwayne Hoover (little miss sunshine)

Kiltz (the girl next door)

The Riddler/Edward Nashton (The Batman)

Eli Sunday (there will be blood)

Perry Cox (scrubs)

JD (scrubs)

Eric Forman (that 70’s show)

Hyde (that 70’s show)

Jackie (that 70’s show)

Donna (that 70’s show)

Fez (that 70’s show)

Buddy Morgan (that 70’s show)

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Neil McCormick (mysterious skin)

Joker/Heath Ledger

Stu Macher (scream)

Shaggy (scooby doo)

Stevo Levy (slc punk!)

Matthew Lillard

Billy Loomis (scream)

Sidney Prescott (scream)

Danny Torrance (dr. sleep)

Ewan McGregor

James McAvoy

Genres of writing I will do:

Lemon, Smut, Fluff, Angst, basically all of the above.

I will write for almost any kink, but I will not sexualize children or little space.

What I will not write for:

Pedophilia, Pregnancy’s (breeding and lactation kinks are fine), scat play.

Please request in the comments or in my inbox ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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whorrorfix · 26 days

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help me

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gh0stsp1d3r · 5 months

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐨 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

*means smut

Only you

Good friends*

Stevo w shorter reader

Switch! stevo*

More switch stevo*

smut blurb

Perfect

Stevo and kisses

How stevo would celebrate your birthday

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ahsxual · 2 months

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Just a quick update for my lovely followers and anyone interested in my writing 🫶🏼:

¬ Dark Sins IV: in progress

¬ William Afton (Smut): already written, just need to correct it

¬ William Afton (Smut): will be written soon

¬ William Afton (Smut): already written, just need to correct it

¬ Self-shipping w/ William Afton: already written, just need to correct it

¬ Stu Macher (Smut): already written, just need to correct it

¬ Stu Macher (Smut): already post it! <Tattoo Your Pleasure On Me>

¬ Stevo Levy (a bit of +18 content): in progress

¬ Doug Van Housen (Smut) : already post it! <Dark Fear & Pleasure>

¬ Tim Laflour (Fluff & a bit of Smut): will be written soon

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albertasunrise · 3 years

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It's Yours - Chapter 1

Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Unplanned Pregnancy 18+

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

Your nails dig into the strong muscles on his back as he thrusts his hips at a maddening pace, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he chases his release. It was your last night together and you weren’t going to let him go without feeling him one last time and he couldn’t leave without one final taste of you. Pulling his head back his dark, lust-blown, eyes lock with yours and he lets out a primal growl as he feels your walls start to tighten around him.

‘You going to cum for me?’ He asks, in a low tone as he angles his hips so that he’s hitting that toe-curling spot over and over.

‘Yes.’ You moan ‘Fuck.’

You cum hard, screaming his name as tears leak from the corner of your eyes and you pull him right along with you. He collapses beside you, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath and you chuckle as you roll onto your side to look at him. You both remain silent for a short while, revelling in your post-sex bliss as the sounds of the city drift through the open window.

‘You need to quit smoking.’ You say as you place a loving kiss on his shoulder.

‘I think you may be right Hermosa.’ He replied with a breathy laugh as he turned his head to look at you 'But I don't need to start tonight.' He sniggers as he lights one and takes a long toke, blowing the smoke away from you.

‘What time is your flight tomorrow?’ You ask, smiling sadly at him.

‘A little after 12.’ He replies, turning his head back towards the textured ceiling.

‘Do you need a lift?’

‘Murphy’s driving me.’ He replies coldly, not looking at you as he speaks.

‘Right.’ You roll out of his bed and start to collect your clothes, grabbing his attention.

‘What are you doing?’ He asks, his stomach sinking at the sight of you getting ready to leave.

‘Getting dressed so I can go home.’ You state plainly as you scan the floor for your shirt ‘Isn’t that how it works? We fuck and then go our separate ways?’

‘Can you stay?’ He asks and you look at him in surprise ‘Just for tonight.’ He paused as he gave you a wounded expression ‘Please.'

‘Okay.’

You left early in the morning, taking one last glance at his sleeping form before turning to leave. You knew it was wrong of you to just go, but your heart was aching at the knowledge that he was leaving you and you had to stay behind to finish what he's started. He deserved to see this to the end. Sure he'd made mistakes but he made them for the right reasons. Sometimes you have to do bad things to catch bad people as he would say.

One month later…

Staring up at the departures board you see your flight listed just below Murphy’s and you glance at your partner who stood at your side, watching you curiously.

‘What Murphy?’ You grumble as you let out an exasperated huff.

‘You’re going to Texas?’

‘Yes.’

‘Because you felt like a change or because that’s where Javi is?’

‘I have family there. I have a ton of leave to take so decided to visit them.’ You lie, shrugging your shoulders ‘Since my parents died, my aunt and uncle are the only family I have left.’

Murphy looks away guiltily. You’ve fooled him. Good.

'What will you do when you get back to Miami?'

'Hold my wife and daughter.' He states as he smiles at the thought of them 'I've missed out on so much.'

'Connie loves you, Steve. She'll be overjoyed to have you back.' You say sweetly as you give him a genuine smile.

'I hope so.' He replies, giving you a slight nod.

You look at the departures board again and see that your flight's terminal is nowhere near your partners so you turn to Murphy and prepare to say goodbye.

‘It’s been a pleasure Stevo.’ You say with a smile as you hug him tightly.

‘Don’t be a stranger.’ He replies, giving your arm a friendly squeeze.

‘I won’t.’ You give him one last hug and then head your separate ways.

'Say hi to Javi for me.' He shouts over his shoulder and you can't help the smile that crosses your lips.

When you finally reach your gate, you take a seat on one of the thinly padded benches and pull out the address Javier had given you on your last night together.

‘This is where I’ll be.’ He’d told you ‘You know… If you wanted to come to see me.’

You’d chuckled at that and told him you'd consider it... Then you’d left early that morning before he’d even woken up because you hadn't wanted to face saying goodbye to him. You’d regretted that move but knew he wouldn’t have cared, you were just fucking after all.

The flight was long and you weren’t able to sleep a wink, your leg shaking nervously the entire time. They'd served the in-flight meal but you couldn't eat a bite, the smell making your stomach turn. When you heard the captain announce that you would be landing in Laredo airport you feel your pulse quicken, palms starting to sweat as your nerves got the better of you. It was late when you landed, gone 11 pm by the time you made it out of the airport and so you decide that you would find a motel for the night and drive to Javier’s father’s ranch in the morning. You rent a car at the airport and drive around the unfamiliar town until you find a semi-clean looking hotel, the vacancy sign flashing in the dim light of night.

‘That’ll be 100 dollars for the night with breakfast included.’ The lady at the desk states, passing you a key with a large wooden tag attached, 101 carved onto it.

‘Thank you.’ You reply as you give her a genuine smile ‘Is there anywhere around here that’s still open where I can get something to eat? Just had a long flight and the plane food made my stomach roll.’

‘There’s a bar down the street.’ She replies ‘Does the best nachos you’ll ever taste.’

‘Great. Thanks.’

You make your way to your room, dropping off your luggage before heading to the bar the girl had mentioned. It was painted a dark red, a neon sign flashing ‘Open’ hanging in the window and you push open the door and make your way inside. Taking a seat at the bar you raise your hand to grab the barman’s attention, smiling as he approaches you.

‘Not seen you here before.’ He says as he smiles at you and you can’t help but notice how attractive he is.

‘I’m visiting some family.’ You reply ‘I hear the Nachos here are the best around.’

‘You heard right. Can I get you an order of those?’

‘And a beer.’ You finish as you give him a genuine grin and he gives you a wink before going off to give the kitchen your order.

You let your eyes scan the bar. It’s fairly busy for a Wednesday night. Mainly men scattered around the various tables and booths, a few women in small groups giggling as they sip their cocktails and you suddenly feel lonely, but the feeling disappeared when your beer is placed down in front of you.

‘So, how come you’re here alone?’ He asks as he leans against the bar polishing a glass.

‘I only landed an hour or so ago.’ You reply as you sip at your beer ‘Noting it’s a favourite of yours yet you’re finding it bitter.’

‘And is there a boyfriend in the picture?’ He asks and you can’t help but blush.

‘There’s a guy.’ You reply, taking another sip of your bitter beer ‘But he’s not my boyfriend. Not sure what we are if I'm honest. We kinda had a -friends with benefits- situation going on but I fell for him. They never end well eh?’ You chuckle and he responds in kind.

‘Shame.’ He replies as he gives you a cheeky grin ‘Would love you take you out.’

Your nachos arrive and sure enough, they are the best you’ve ever had. You chat to the barman, learning all there is to know about Lurado. You talk for a few hours before you inevitably have to leave.

'If things with that guy don't work. Feel free to call me.' States the barman as he hands you a scrap of paper with his name and number on it.

'I will.' You reply as you suck on your bottom lip.

When you get back to your room for find yourself emptying your stomach. You put it down to being jet-lagged and decide that sleep will help but when you wake up in the morning you find yourself hugging the toilet again, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin as you lean against the tiled wall. You brush your teeth and head down for breakfast but every smell that greets you makes your stomach turn and you soon find yourself sprinting for the toilet again but all you can do is heave, your stomach completely empty now.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ You asked yourself as you rinse your mouth and face with water.

Then your mind starts to go over the facts. Your tastes have changed, smells are making you sick.

‘I can't be… can I?’ You ask yourself as you count back the days since your last cycle and your breath hitches.

You're two weeks late.

You practically sprint out of the motel, remembering that you’d seen a pharmacy down the road. You buy a pack of tests and make your way back to the motel, taking it a little slower as the Texas sun beats down on you. You happen to peer into a diner as you approach it and your heart stops when you see who’s sat by the window, smiling at a woman sat opposite. You stop dead in your tracks. Your heart in your throat, stomach twisting in knots as you watch him laugh at something she says whilst he strokes his thumb over her knuckles and he looks at her the way he used to look at you. A server comes to speak to the woman he’s with and he looks up and out of the window, his eyes then locking with yours. You don’t realise your crying but he can see it and his brows furrow as he tilts his head slightly. You can’t look at him a moment longer. You have bigger things to worry about and so you will your legs to move, practically sprinting down the sidewalk to get away.

‘Hermosa?’

You stop dead in your tracks but you don’t turn to face him. You’re shoulders shake as your sobs wrack your exhausted body.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asks and this makes you turn to face him.

‘Seriously?’ You spit, eyes red with tears ‘You should get back to your date Javier.’

‘Hermosa wait.’

‘Don’t you dare call me that!’ You growl ‘You don’t get to call me that. Not now.’

'You left me.' He states and you feel your anger explode.

Without another work you storm towards the motel, stopping by the front desk and asking if you’re able to extend your stay another night. You pay her and sprint back up to the room, pulling out the tests and heading into the bathroom. You're angry because he's right. You did leave him but as you look down at the box of tests in your hands you decide that this is more important right now. You need to know. So you follow the instructions and you pee on two of them, deciding that it's better to be safe than sorry and you place them facing down beside the sink, watching the minutes tick away on the clock opposite the bathroom door. You wait the five minutes it states on the box and turn to look at them, your hands shaking as you close your eyes and flip them over. Taking a deep breath you crack your eyes open and let out a sob at what you see.

Both of them are positive.

A million and one thoughts go through your head. You’re panicking as you think about what to do. Do you tell him? It’s his after all. You’d not been with anyone since he’d left. You sit there and stare at the tests, allowing your mind to think about the future. You growing round with Javier’s baby and you feel a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. What if he doesn't want it? What if he's serious with that woman? You don't want to be a homewrecker. Do you want to keep it? Are you ready to be a mum? You ponder all of these things for a long while as you stare and the two sticks of plastic in your hands. Yes. Yes, you are ready.

‘I’ll tell him.’ You say to the tiny being inside you ‘If he doesn’t want anything to do with you then that’s fine. We’ll be okay on our own.’ You pause as rest your hand on your stomach 'He's a good man your dad but he's complicated. Never one for settling down yet despite us not being an official couple he remained faithful to me for two years and I was to him.'

You shower and brush your teeth, needing to remove all evidence of your rough morning and head out a little after midday. Hopping into your rental car you pull the address out of your pocket, fingers brushing against the positive test you’d decided to bring and causing your heart to skip a beat. You sat there for a moment and imagined what they might look like. Would they have his expressive brown eyes and golden skin tone? Or would they have yours? Shaking your head you start up the car and pull out of the parking lot, following the signs for the area stated on the slip of paper on your lap. His father’s ranch is surprisingly easy to find. It sits a few miles outside of town and you feel your heart race as you make your way down the dusty drive. The house is a decent size. It's well kept with one large truck parked out front. To the left are some stables, two horses grazing in the field beside it and the nicker and whinny when they see you hop out of your car and head towards the house. You let out a shaky breath as pluck up the courage to knock on the door, your stomach doing somersaults as an older man answers and studies you for a moment before he speaks.

‘Can I help you?’ He asks, his accent much like Javier's Must be his father You think to yourself.

‘I’m looking for Javier Peña. Is her here?’ You asked, your voice shaking as you speak.

‘He’s up by the river mending fences.' The man states 'Follow that track up... You can't miss him.’ He states and you nod your thanks before getting back in your car.

'You're her aren't you?' He asks, stopping you dead 'He mentioned that he'd seen his partner from Columbia in town this morning. Also mentioned it wasn't a pleasant reunion.' You turn to look at him as he sizes you up 'He was broken when he left to fix those fences. You best not be going up there to break him more.'

'That's not my intention.' You state and he nods before heading back inside.

You get back into your car and make your way down the road you were told to follow and sure enough, you see Javier. He's adorning the same shirt he’d been wearing this morning, his signature yellow aviators tight jeans. He looks up when he hears the sound of tires on gravel and watches as you exit your car. His eyes follow you as you step towards him, gaze locked to his. He removes his shades as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing and you finally you come to a stop opposite him, your heart thundering so hard you’re sure he can hear it.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asks coldly with a stoic expression.

Your mouth moves but no words leave your lips. You think long and hard for a few moments about what to say to him but decide to cut straight to the chase. You need to get it out there.

‘I’m pregnant Javier.’ You state plainly as you pull out the positive test from your pocket ‘I'm pregnant and it’s yours.’

Chapter 2

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