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[too-deviant]

lia!

she/her | 19 | 🃏

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TALK TO ME…about CHALLENGERS! STILES STILINSKI! ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT!

THIS IS…an 18+ blog! mature content ahead and tagged where appropriate!

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REQ RULES: ask me about any character, chances are i could be into them too! i will write pretty much anything except a few topics so don’t be afraid to ask if you’re unsure about sending in a request! i do mainly smut but do dabble in fluffy stuff too :)

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[triptrippy]

hiiiii i brought them back to play dress up

[ahaha-ahahaha]

yesss absolute win for momo

she got the costume she deserves

[vcrnons]

actual real life rockstar wen junhui !

[thorin]

if any of u dearly talented artists & fic writers are looking for bagginshield prompts, here u have it 😳

[joshuamj]

Some Madam Odiles

+ the sprites i references and alt colors

[mosaickiwi]

(Sorry if i sound rude since english is not my first language 👉👈) 

I love your writing so much btw thank you for providing us with top tier quality writing, the way you write rendacted is just 🤌😍

I dont know if its allowed since its kind of specific, but can i please request a fluff/comfort for an insecure chubby angel that's not confident with their body and strech mark so they kinda doubt that rendacted really love them and thought they only playing with them and only dating for fun or smth 👉👈 😳 

Thank you soo much in advance (for the ping too) (≧∇≦)/

Thank you and you're welcome!! I love to cook this silly man 🥰 Appreciate da request <3

self loathing angst but it's just angel getting too deep in their own head

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Shorts

After a few weeks of dating, somehow [REDACTED] still smiled at you the same way. Still had that look of wonder and joy whenever you spoke. Still let their hand linger in yours for a second too long each time you parted ways.

As happy as he made you, you couldn't trust them just yet. 

Part of you was waiting—you'd been waiting the whole time—for everything to come crashing down. That’s how it always ended. You were surprised things even lasted this long.

He was sitting out in your shoddy living room while you changed for a date at the pier. As you looked in the mirror, your decision to wear shorts seemed like a mistake now. The horrid, uneven lines that patterned the skin of your thighs only made the choice worse. 

Of all the places to choose to live, it just had to be near the beach. You barely got by with loose shirts and pants for a while, but each day was more hot and humid than the last this summer. You couldn't go out like this. Let alone have him see all those flaws that glared back at you from your reflection.

Your heart thudded in your ears as you contemplated changing into something else. But you could feel it. The moment you'd been dreading was going to happen no matter what. Sooner or later they'd break up with you. What was the point of waiting for it? You could get it over with now, while you were in the comfort of your own home.

A few minutes of familiar, agonizing, embarrassment, then straight to bed for a pity party and a movie once your soon-to-be-ex left. Nothing new.

There was nothing else to do but face it. You breathed in and out at a steady pace to calm your nerves, then crept into the hallway. Despite the care you took, a floorboard creaked before you rounded the corner into the living room.

“Ready to go?” In an instant [REDACTED] was calling your name, draining away the confidence you held. You couldn’t bear to look up as he approached—to see that soft smile you loved fall into a frown. His footsteps were quiet, and you soon felt the warmth of his presence in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

Their voice never wavered in disappointment like you expected. It made your heart skip a beat like always, calm and gentle as he was with you. He was even concerned, reaching for your hand at your side but stopping short when you managed a few words.

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled. 

“Doesn't seem like nothin’, Angel. We don't need—” Whatever they were trying to say slipped right past you as fear set in.

Why was he treating you so nicely? Was the room too dim for them to see? Did he not see everything wrong about you on display? It didn’t even sound like they noticed the stretch marks. You weren’t sure what to do. Nothing was going the way it had with previous partners.

Arms cautiously wrapped around your now trembling form as he pulled you close. The sudden hug shocked you long enough to realize your cheeks were wet. And that he was rambling.

“—Upset you. If y’don't feel like goin’ anymore that's fine. We can stay here ‘til y’feel better. Or would you rather I leave? Get you somethin’? That store you like should still be open—” He took a step back.

You weren’t calm enough to speak, but desperately hugged your partner back when he tried to move away. They stopped immediately. A soft breath tickled your forehead, and the smallest sigh left him in relief.

“... Fuck. Had me worried there,” he whispered and tenderly kissed the crown of your head. “Should I stay then?” You nodded. Minutes passed in silence as he stroked scarred fingers through your hair to soothe you, occasionally murmuring quiet reassurance.

You couldn't see why he wasn't disappointed. His attempts to calm you weren't in vain, though.

Finally, you felt as if you could manage. “I thought that…” It was hard to say out loud when you clung so tightly that your face was pressed fully against his chest. You pulled back and sniffled. A small, damp spot on his black shirt got left behind as evidence of your tears. “Oops.”

The dark haired man let off a smile at your reaction and gently pried, “Thought what?” 

You bit your lip. Lying wouldn't do you any good. “I’m not that nice to look at,” you eventually admitted.

He frowned to himself, then gently cupped your tear-stained cheek. “You’re absolutely beautiful, you know?”

“Oh… um.” 

“Really. I promise I don't want anyone else." His blue eyes were dripping with clear adoration. "I’d stare at you all day if y’let me, love.”

The pet name had you at a loss, completely flustered. He never called you that before. “Can you really be sure?” Your voice got quieter and quieter as you tried to explain your worries further. “I just feel like…” With each word, your gaze drifted to the side in fear of his reaction. “You should've, uh… broken up with me by now?”

“Angel, I'd never even consider—” He cut himself off. "... ‘Been doin' a shit job of expressing m’self, if that’s what you’re thinking.” [REDACTED] hardly gave you a chance to react before he was leading you to the couch. He sat down, lacing his fingers through yours as he pulled you to sit in his lap. It felt more intimate than usual with his other hand resting on your bare leg. “I’ll get whatever you want at the pier tomorrow. Right now I need to make sure y’know how important you'll always be t’me.”

[socialbunny]

 Skip has always found a way to work through his problems and turn them around with relative ease, but the sudden death of his wife, Brandi, has brought his mostly carefreeness towards his children  to a stand-still. With two freshly traumatized children and a newborn under his belt, can Skip juggle turning his shitty ass life around for his family, or will he crumble under the weight of his past mistakes?

Darleen hasn’t been the same since her husband, Darren, died, though she’d be quick to argue with you if you said anything of the sort. She’s FINE! She misses her husband, undoubtedly, but she’s not going to let that very, very, very tiny thing wreck her whole life, and she’s not going to let people give her grief about ANYTHING. Sure, she got fired from her job a few months back and hasn’t made any strides to find a new one, and she’s losing touch with her son as she goes and squanders all her responsibilities by partying and drinking on par with younger years, aaaaaaaaaaaaand the almost obsessive idealistic crush she’s developed on her neighbor is clouding the second half of her judgment, but she’s bounced back from worse and knows everything’s going to come up Darleen :) …………. hopefully

[dipperscavern]

what would you say if your feral words of jon + robb have seated themselves soo deep within me that I had no choice ( I had every choice ) but to write a jon + robb + reader ( I watched challengers and immediately thought ‘ok but let’s remake this but with me jon and robb. ) 3some but they’re low-key at eachothers throats because they both want all of you alll to themselves???

it’s almoooost done but would love your thoughts on the idea before I post it as we ALL KNOW your robbs #1 gf. ( jons your little pookie housewife )

oh. my god. tom taylor instagram post and robb jon challenger 3some fic all in one day my ovaries can’t take it. honestly.. if we’re being realistic their possessiveness & jon’s whole everyone-else-is-better-than-me thing would ruin it BUT. BUT BUT BUT

Pushing that aside… i present to you. robb and jon so intent on outdoing each other they fail to realize the state you’re in. walk with me here.

they’re competitive, hardheaded, and arguing over your shaking form. your thighs are trembling, chest heaving as you try and catch your breath…. yeah. coming down from your recent (third) high, kiss-bitten lips lightly swollen, neck & chest littered with various marks. and they’re bickering about who made you peak harder.

“Breathe. That’s right…” robb says, pressing a kiss to your stomach. he looks up at jon, wiping your slick from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

“I do hope you realize I’ve got you bested.”

jon’s brows furrow. “What?”

robb maintains eye contact, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “You heard me.”

“Aye, I heard you — I don’t believe you.”

robb’s eyes only widen, lightly shaking his head at jon. “I’m no liar.”

jon shrugs. “Can’t be a lie if it were never true to begin with.”

“Really?”

jon nods, not backing down — and robb leans down to lightly blow air on your sopping cunt. it makes you jolt, still sensitive from your recent peak. robb only smirks, raising his brows at jon.

#needthat (also tag me when u upload it PLSPLSPLSPLSS)

[jpegender]

ok trust me on this one you NEED to rest your head on your laptop partner. lay on their keyboard a little. it feels silly but i promise there is nothing like looking up at their screen and feeling so held nd loved by them. and maybe their keyboard is a little warm bc maybe theyre venting through it..... be gentle of course but. god its amazing

[princessbrunette]

outfits i’d personally wear if i was kitty!reader 𝜗ϱ

[levemetal]

Have some various OG!Shangjiu brainrot + OG!Shang Qinghua design from my side - I do like to imagine he's quite different from Airplane.

I love rareships even if they're a pain cause there is like 0 content. Guess I have to do it myself then.

Disorganized OG SQH thoughts under cut

If we can believe Airplane on SQH, his upbringing wasn't too terrible nor all that great, probably some "disposable" son in a family, starting as outer disciple on An Ding. Presumably he runs into the inadvertent ambush by Mobei-Jun, and is similarly thrown to die by his fellow disciples. Assuming this happens as such in the OG timeline, it's easy to see why SQH would have no qualms betraying the sect. Overall tho, I imagine he was ambitious even before MBJ to fight his way up the ranks regardless of the cost. I don't imagine him to be afraid to climb over corpses, if only to secure himself a place as peak lord. I could see him having a bit of a two-sidedness to him kinda like NHS. Pretend to be demure and harmless/weak to get what he wants and not draw attention since everyone assumes him incompetent outside of his work as lord of paperwork, but a lot more ruthless and unfriendly on the inside. He doesn't particularly care for his fellow peak lords and thus is willing to sell the secrets to MBJ in exchange for his life Cold and calculating, ruthless, A grade actor, two faced, rude but repays debts (like mbj leaving him alive and therefore doing stuff for him; I think he'd be aware that he's hopelessly outmatched against mbj so is this technically coercion??)

Anyway with SJ probably an enemy/rivals to lovers situation starting with a spiderman pointing meme game of "I know what you are" and ending in "everyone sucks - I agree" and watching the world burn together or something it's all still vague in my head

[luckynumberthreed]

Merry (not) Christmas ya filthy animals

[kimjiwoong]

TAEMIN SEXY IS IN THE AIR, 2024

[aeirithgainsborough]

TWIN PEAKS (1990) YELLOWJACKETS (2021) (insp @holdbeast)