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[08:52] | NCT LEE DONGHYUCK | HAECHAN

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.”

pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, marriage!au, non-idol au!

genre » mildly (?; as compared to my latest one before) suggestive but mainly fluff, dad haechan and mum reader, fluffy aftercare morning, just a cute little scenario in the morning, husband haechan who loves you very much, gentle haechan who treats you well, haechan and you both get to be the little/big spoon

word count; estimated reading time » 1626; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » aftercare in the morning (continued from previous night), suggestive talk, reader wears haechan's clothes, reader has hair long enough to be tucked behind the ear, mentions of s*x; from previous night (no smut), haechan touches your lower body momentarily, abdominal cramps after s*x, (a ton of) kissing, pet names (baby girl, bubs), nicknames (hyuck), mildly (?) suggestive sentence at the end, haechan implied to be physically bigger, not proofread 😭

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just a small little something because exam season got me going 🤸🤸🤸🤸

i have a feeling that the next story i release is going to be a long one and is going to be quite emotional (for me at least) so this is a little 180 before that happens!

The sun seeps through the small gaps between your curtain and the birds sing their songs too early for your liking; especially after what happened last night. Blinking your eyes open wasn’t effortful and so was satisfyingly yawning your sleep away. What your overused muscles did not like too much however was when you tried to sit up on the bed, your abdomen forcing your head to lay back on your pillow.

“Okay…” You chuckle to yourself, heat creeping onto your cheek when you remember the events of last night. A hand goes on top of your stomach, stroking your skin and remembering how someone else did the same thing to lull you back to sleep last night.

You turn your head towards that someone, an adoring smile on your face when you’re greeted with his messy morning hair and slightly gaped lips. You couldn’t help but lay on your side to admire Haechan’s features, his relaxed and light snoring making your heart beat faster. His eyelashes took your attention and you couldn’t help but brush the posterior side of your index finger along it, unfortunately stirring him into consciousness.

“Sorry,” You quickly apologised, scooting over closer to him to share some body warmth. You gently pulled his head to your chest, cradling and blocking the sun behind you from reaching him and playing with his black strands, humming a quiet song while your other hand patted his back.

Haechan satisfactorily groans at his wife’s loving touch, snuggling over to bury his nose between the pillow and the crook of your neck, “Morning, bubs.”

“Good morning, Hyuck,” pressing a kiss to the top of his hairline.

“How was your sleep?” His morning voice was still evident, deep and husky; almost like last night but in a more tame and most definitely more innocent way.

“Too good.”

You feel the smirk on your skin as Haechan leans into you to pamper kisses all over the curve of your shoulder, “Yeah?” Up towards your jawline to your chin. His tongue runs free a little bit when he reaches your bottom lip before lightly biting it. “You like that?” Asking after hearing you gasping and closing your eyes. “Baby girl, didn’t get enough action last night?”

A hand sneaks up past your waist, pulling his oversized shirt up and immediately finds its way on your lower body down to your ass. You couldn’t help but whine slightly when Haechan spread his fingers around one of your cheeks, his palm warmer than your body. He lightly grips your body, so differently from last night, and you can’t help but tilt your head down to kiss him as he reminds you of last night. 

You got lost in his lips treating yours so gently, making sure that he pours all his love into you. But as the intensity increased, you forgot about the lower body pain and your husband was alarmed by the way you pulled away suddenly, flopping over on your back with the crease between your eyebrows evident.

Haechan gives you space, backing away just enough to get a proper look at you. He props up to one elbow against the bed, a hand tucking your hair behind your ears, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, a reassuring smile forming on your lips as soon as you see the worry in his eyes. A hand cups Haechan’s jawline, pulling him closer for a kiss. Just like before, Haechan didn’t stop giving you light reminders of his love around your face this time: the tip of your nose, forehead, eyelids and anywhere he could reach without hurting you. The hand that held your lower body moments before is now over the weighted blanket over you both, and he strokes the cotton to where your stomach is below.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, bubs.”

“You didn’t. Don’t apologise for that, Hyuck.” You immediately attempt to reassure his worries, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t, bubs.”

But Haechan still couldn’t help but pout again and you mirror his expression more exaggeratedly in hopes of making the situation lighter; to make sure he knows that he took care of you well straight after as well and that last night shouldn’t be something he should apologise about.

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.” A light blush spread across his face and you giggled at the way he face dived into his cushion, red and shy. “Pulling me onto your lap, letting me rest on your shoulder while you dressed me and messaging my body.” 

“Were you okay?” You heard him over the pillow, “I tried to be as gentle as possible.”

“You were super gentle with me,” You nod, acknowledging him, “Non-stop kissing me and telling me that I’m beautiful.”

Haechan turns his head to you, a slight look of confusion on his face, “I’m just stating facts though?”

A push against his shoulder and a light melodic laugh is what you give him. Haechan joins in the laughter, and his hand over your stomach begins to move, his fingers rising and falling delicately. You both just stare at each other, commuting through your eyes the upturned corners of your lips. It wouldn’t be for too long though because this time, it’s your turn to be the little spoon, imitating exactly what you did before plus the addition of his whispers of sweet nothings against your ears. You indulge yourself in his warmth and his natural scent that reminds you of safety and home. The blanket is adjusted, Haechan pulling it up just underneath your eyes and you could swear you could slumber back to sleep at this moment. 

The door clicks open then and there, Haechan’s eyes lighting up at the sight of the little one. The younger girl runs to her parent’s bed like usual but stops in her tracks when Haechan puts a palm out towards her hurriedly, “Don’t jump on the bed, little bean.”

“Why…?” Sadness laced her voice.

“Mumma is in a little bit of pain at the moment,” you peek up behind your blanket, saying a quick greeting to what Haechan would say is a mini version of you. “Come over on this side,” tapping an empty spot on his side of the bed.

Soon, your child slumps over your husband’s figure, chin resting on his biceps as she looks over to you sadly, “Mumma, are you alright?”

“I am, baby, don’t worry.” You outstretched an arm towards your child, patting her head and successfully putting a smile on your face.

“Whoever hurts my mumma will have to go through me!”

Oh, if only she knew.

“You can’t beat, dadda, bean.” 

…oh my. 

You mentally face-palmed at the conversation unfolding before you. As your child lightly slaps your husband’s arm and asks for a reason why you’re bedridden, you can’t help but hide your face behind your blanket. You hear your husband panicking and stuttering, trying his best to go around the topic whilst also giving her a proper explanation that no, Haechan would never hurt you in that way.

“Dadda! You said you would always take care of mumma!”

“I-I do!”

“Then what is this?” She points at you, “Get away from mumma!”

You could no longer contain your laughter and it was the reason why your child stopped reprimanding her dad. Seeing you smile and laugh was the only reassurance that your child needed because she no longer gave her dad slaps and Haechan mentally thanked you for getting him out of that situation.

But seeing your child awake also reminded you of the time and the empty belly that she must have. Your mother instincts kicked in and your stomach cramp didn’t matter with her in your sight, “Alright, mumma will get up now.” 

“Hey, hey, no you’re not.” Haechan takes hold of your shoulder, grabs the corner of the blanket from the other side of the bed and pulls it to your chest. He hovers above you, heart-shaped eyes decorating his gaze on you. His arm stays there to lock you in, “I’ll take care of her. Just rest, bubs.”

“Hyuck, it’s fine.”

“No," he curtly responded. “Stay here. I’ll take care of the little gremlin.” 

“Dadda!” So maybe it wasn’t as quiet and subtle as he thought it was. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Haechan pinches your daughter’s cheek, “Go to the kitchen. Dadda will meet you there with your favourite breakfast.” It didn’t take a second for her to jump out the bed, excited screaming and variations of ‘yay’s echoing your room, the hallway and soon, basically your whole house.

“Are you sure she’s not your mini me?” 

Haechan playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes at your question. “And what about my lovely wife? What breakfast do you want?”

“I’m not too hungry yet.” Feeling your eyelids becoming heavy once more as you exhale lightly from your lips, “I’ll make brunch later.”

Haechan hums at your thoughts and slips out from the shared blanket. The disappearance of the secure warmth and the weight of his hand on your stomach wasn’t the best but you’re aware of the parental duties that must be addressed first. As Haechan finally stands and stretches his limbs in the air, he doesn’t forget to give you a final kiss on the lips, staying there for a while, separating to look at you before planting another one.

“You shouldn’t want anything, baby girl,” Your slight eyebrow raise only made him smirk. And as you thought you would be able to go back to being sound asleep for another hour, Haechan just had to make your brain and heart go haywire, “Not with how I filled you up last night.”

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summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

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[itsbeeble]

Cheerleaders and Stereotypes

SUMMARY: Choi San isn't an idiot. He's also very patient. How long will it take for you to let him admit that he bagged the hottest cheerleader in the world?

GENRE: fluff, angst, smut

PAIRING: Choi San x afab!reader

WC: ~4.7k

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WARNINGS: reader is dumb, relationship is actually a little toxic I won't even lie, san tries to make reader jealous and it works, p in v sex, fingering, size kink, SIZE. KINK., softdom!san, big dick!san, um reader struggles to ride san idk, bulge kink, san lowkey mocks the reader a bit, insecurities, arguing, san lowkey is way too patient for reader, idk i think that's it

A/N: h-heyyyyy *chuckles nervously* Everyone say welcome back tumblr user itsbeeble! Everyone say thank you @from-izzy and @sanaxo-o for distracting me while I was writing and to ally for supporting me through a very very very very long writers block hahahahhahahhahhahha....haha...ha

Choi San, despite popular belief, was not an idiot. Not really at least. Unfortunately for him, he seemed to fit most of the stereotypes of a college athlete.

He was fit, that was without a doubt and he would not deny it. Six days a week in the gym after football practice did him good. Toned arms that hardly fit any of his shirts, the fabric stretching and nearly tearing every time he got dressed. Thick thighs that bulged against every pair of jeans or sweatpants, noticeable from the stands on game day and having girls swooning as he walked. Not to mention his ass. Had he not built up a brick wall called “confidence” the comments made about his ass would have had him blushing and covering his cheeks rather than smirking. 

God, that smirk. He flashed it casually to anyone who looked at him— students, professors, the crowd, the opposing team, the cheerleaders. It was a near unfortunate bonus that he was just as hot as he was fit. That stupid chiselled jaw, the dimples, and his tall frame. It’s irritating. 

At least, it’s irritating for you. 

See, being the supposedly stupid captain of the football team came with many stereotypes. 

Dating the captain of the cheerleading squad was just one more, even if no one knew. 

No one important, that is.

“Sannie,” Yewon was practically hanging off San’s arm, her manicured nails lightly scratching the tan skin. The sing-song tone of her voice made you cringe, the noise scraping at your eardrums and creating a dull throb in your already aching skull. Your back was turned to the pair, but San could tell you were likely trying to grow eyes in the back of your skull to watch the interaction. That stupid, casual smirk of his was trained on the newer cheerleader, her eyes big and filled with faux innocence. “How did you get so big?”

A poorly stifled snort from another girl on the squad, Sihyeon. A good friend of yours who knows exactly what goes on between you and San behind closed doors, and knows exactly what he’s planning. That little snort has you turning the daggers you call eyes onto her, the girls around her shifting uncomfortably at the now tense energy around you. 

Jealousy. That’s what San’s goal is and you know it. He’s pulled this trick several times before, trying to egg you on and expose the relationship that you’d chosen to hide. So he’d play stupid, that same act that everyone believes is a poor reality. The dumb, hot captain of the football team who can’t seem to get a girlfriend despite the girls falling at his feet for a moment of his attention. All he wants is for you to finally get jealous enough to rip that girl off his arm and finally stake your claim publicly. 

Unfortunately, you’re patient. 

Fortunately, so is he.

He smirks down at her, his arm grazing the skin of her lower back that her top doesn’t cover. You can practically hear her breathing stutter, and your grip on your pom poms tightens.

“Never skip a day at the gym, never skip practice, throw a good party on the weekends.” His answer is…lackluster at best. Your nose wrinkles, knowing he did it on purpose. The idiotic responses are for you, in hopes that you’ll turn around and yell at him for pretending to be a moron even though he’s one of the best students in the Kinesiology department. 

“You’ll have to coach me through a workout one day,” Yewon grabs San’s arm tighter when she sees you turn to face the pair. 

“Maybe I should take you up on that.” San isn’t looking at her, not even a brief glance down to acknowledge that she’s there. No, his eyes are trained on you. Daring you to say something, anything. 

Do it.

You know you want to.

Stake the claim.

You know I’m yours. Why not let everyone else know?

You open your mouth to speak, and he quirks an eyebrow at you. Do it, do it, do it.

“Kim Yewon,” the words are laced with venom and she goes rigid. “Break ended ten minutes ago.”

“I was talking to Sannie!” She glared at you, and you almost laughed. 

“Sannie,” you mocked, watching a pout form on your boyfriend’s lips, “has his own practice to get to.”

“Our practice ended half an hour ago.” He argued, toeing the limits of how far he can push you before you finally break. 

“Then leave.” 

“I don’t want to. I wanna stay and talk with Yewon.” He challenged. Sihyeon grimaces behind you, watching as San digs himself a grave not even he can climb out of. 

The two of you stare each other down for a few moments, a mix of emotions running through you. You know that he’s challenging you and trying to get a rise out of you, but you know better. You know you can’t challenge him like that without exposing your relationship— the one thing in your life that you want to keep to yourself for just a little while longer. 

You’re the first to cave, your shoulders slumping just enough to be noticed by San, and his eyebrows knit together. 

“Do what you want. Practice is done for the day.”

The two-story rental house you share with Sihyeon and a few other girls from the squad is eerily silent. The air conditioning and the sound of you quietly walking around your room are the only things keeping you from the thoughts in your head. 

Did San take Yewon up on the ‘offer’?

Did you take it too far?

Should you have just caved for him?

What if he’s sick of this? Of the secret meet-ups and the acting?

Something hits the window as you’re walking past it, and a loud squeak escapes you. You whip your head around just as, what you now realize is, a rock hits the window. Not a large rock. Small, just enough to be noticeable and visible to the naked eye as it tumbles back down to the front lawn. Another rock as you take the two steps you need in order to peer down and see San with a pile of rocks on the ground next to him, a fourth in his hand ready to be thrown if needed. He grins when he sees you, tossing the rock up and down a couple of times before taking aim.

You fling your window open, scowling down at him before he winds his hand back. 

“Don’t you fucking dare, Choi San.” He pouts up at you, but all you do is glare. 

“How else was I supposed to get your attention?”

“Ring the doorbell, dumbass. Like a normal person.” 

Much to your annoyance, San just grins and drops the rock. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You lean against the window frame, arms folded as you run your tongue over your lip in thought. “Shouldn’t you be with Yewon?” 

You can see San’s nose wrinkle at the thought, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he makes his way to the tree he’d been using as a sort of ladder to get into your room. He’d been doing that since you met, since the first time you ever slept together. He’d never been a fan of the whole…front door tactic. Your father would probably hate him. He’d think San was no good, a troublemaker if anything. You would disagree. 

Maybe your relationship was more stereotypical than you were willing to believe. 

San’s shoes are louder than either of you had expected as he jumps down from the tree, grimacing at the noise he makes.

“If my neighbors didn’t know any better, the police would’ve been here by now.” You shuffle back as your boyfriend tucks awkwardly through your window. His large frame pushes against the frame, the vinyl creaking against him as it struggles to stay in one piece. His neck cranes to look up at you, his feet hitting the ground with another loud thump.

“Glad they know better then.” He pushes a hand through his hair, the silky black strands falling loosely over his forehead in spite of his best efforts. 

A moment of silence falls between you, and you take this time to sit at your dresser. Makeup wipes and cleansers are scattered in front of you from when you’d made a weak attempt at distracting yourself from, well, the problem you’d created. 

San sits on your bed behind you, watching every move you make. He sits quietly, like a child in a timeout chair. He waits, letting you make the calls. You never knew why he started doing that— started letting you take the lead in every argument, even the petty nonsensical ones.

“You never answered my question,” your eyes are trained on him through the mirror. He presses his lips together, loosely folding his legs.

“Are you really that upset?” The question is innocent enough, but it brings back the previous irritation from the field. 

“Why wouldn’t I be? My boyfriend is openly flirting with other people knowing that I’ll get pissed off. You flaunt that knowledge like it’s your fucking birthright or whatever. Do you really think I’m not gonna get upset about it?” You put your moisteurizer down with more force than you’d wanted to, shaking your dresser a bit. San flinches at the sudden noise, gnawing at his lip in thought. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Are you, though?” Your eyes are narrowed as you turn around in your chair. A momentary pause as San lets the words sink in. He’s patient. So patient with you, even when you feel you don’t deserve it. “You act like you don’t give two shits about our relationship, and then show up at my fucking window acting like nothing is wrong and that the world is all sunshine and fucking rainbows. You go out of your way to piss me off, make me angry at my own squad, just for what? So you can get a good fuck at the end of the day?” 

Sometimes you forget that, while Choi San is patient, that patience runs thin. 

He isn’t stupid. He knows that this outburst, this frustration, isn’t just at him, but the more you spit your venom at him, taking your anger and misdirecting it, the more his patience begins to run out. You can see it in the clenching of his fists, the ticking of his jaw, and the glare in his eyes. 

Unfortunately, you’re far too lost in your mind that you can’t see the way San rises from his seat on your bed and takes a step toward you. Then another, and another, and suddenly he’s right in front of you. 

“Sometimes I think that the idiotic front that you put on isn’t exactly a front at all—” You spin around, expecting him to still be on your bed. A loud yelp escapes you when you come face-to-face with his well-built frame. “Jesus Christ, San! Why the fuck are you right behi—”

“Shut up,” he says it so simply, so calmly that you almost think he’s not being serious. 

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do!” You snarl, and San scoffs. 

“Do you even realize why we’re in this situation to begin with?”

“Yeah, you were flirting with my fucking—”

“Don’t blame me for your fucking problems,” San spits out. Your eyes widen and you take a step back. “I’ve been going along with this stupid fucking secret relationship for who knows how long, and all I’ve gotten in return is you bitching about me wanting you to just come out with it!” 

“You know I want to keep—”

“You want to keep your love life private,” San interrupts and flings his hands into the air. “I get it. I understand, Y/N. That doesn’t make it suck any less.” 

“It isn’t just—” you huff, pressing your hand to your forehead in a poor attempt at calming yourself down. “It isn’t just the fact that I want to keep us private, Sannie. I just— I don’t—” 

Your eyes are welling up with tears, and you blink a few times to force them back. San pulls you toward him, his hand practically engulfing yours as he tugs you onto his lap. Your legs are on either side of his, and he laces his fingers with yours, resting them between the two of you. 

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong, sweetheart.” He murmurs, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “Let me help you.”

You shake your head, and his chest rises and falls with a quiet sigh. “I’m just— I’m just so sick of— of everything.” 

San presses a little kiss to your forehead, tugging one of his hands free from yours and lacing it through the strand of hair on the back of your head. He doesn’t move for a few moments, placing another kiss on your forehead and then another. He waits for you to calm yourself and gather your thoughts. 

“Can—” your voice is quieter, a bit more shaky than it was just moments ago. “Can you kiss me?” San smiles, his lips still just millimeters from your forehead.

“Tell me what’s wrong first.” Your hips shift against his, and you drop your head against the column of his neck. Your breath is warm against his skin, and the scent of your shampoo begins to flood his senses. His hand tugs at your hair, drawing your attention back to him. “You’re absolutely insatiable, you know that? Tell me what’s wrong or I’m leaving.”

You can’t fight the little whine that’s pulled out of you. Not that you wanted to. You wanted him. You wanted Choi San so badly that it hurt.

“I was— I was mad because I didn’t want…” You can hardly form a sentence, too distracted by the gentle tugs at your hair and the way San’s other hand has drifted to your hip, drawing circles underneath the fabric of your sleep shorts. 

“What didn’t you want, sweetheart? Tell me.” San pulls your head away from his neck, holding back a grin at the near-glazed look in your eyes. 

“I didn’t want to be part of anymore…stereotypes. We already fit so many, I just—I just wanted to hold that one back for a bit longer.” You whine, your lips falling into a pout that San just wants to kiss away. Instead, he smiles. 

“Was that so hard, pretty girl? So much fighting just for a silly little reason like that?” Your pout deepens, and he sighs. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah…”

“And nothing is gonna change that, no matter how many stereotypes we fall under. You understand?”

“Yes,” San smiles, stroking your hip and squeezing it.

“‘Yes’ what, baby?” Your eyes are glossy now, your lips parted slightly in your daze.

“Yes sir.”

Despite San’s patience running thin, he always recovers it with ease. Patience is what he’s known for in class, on the field, in your relationship, and in your bedroom. 

He can edge you for hours, cooing at the way you beg for him, beg for that sweet release, for just one more finger, please just one more.

“Pretty girl,” he strokes your cheek, letting his hand slide down your spine to rest against the small of your back. You’re writhing beneath him, trying desperately to bring your hips up just enough for him to hit that sweet spot inside of you but failing miserably. “I don’t think you can handle anymore.” 

Only two of his fingers sit inside you, but it’s more than enough to stretch you out, to provide you with the stimulation you need to go right over the edge—

“San—sir, please.” Your hands grip the pillow beneath your head tightly, nails digging into the fabric so tight you’re afraid it might tear. “Pl—Please lemme cum, I prom—promise I’ll b—be good. Please,” You’re nearly hysterical, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as he plunges his fingers in and out of you, his thumb dancing over your clit but not quite giving you that extra stimulation. Not that you need it with the way he grinds the tips of his fingers into the spongy spot just within his reach. 

“You wanna cum that bad?” San leans down, his chest pressed against your back and his lips right up against your ear. “You’re gonna have to work harder than that. Beg for it. Scream. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

Patience is a virtue you haven’t quite learned yet. What you have learned? You’re extraordinarily good at making Choi San cave for you. 

“Sir,” you plead, pushing your hips back against his hand just enough. There’s a burning feeling in your stomach, the knot winding tighter and tighter until you almost can’t take it. “Please. I’m so so—sorry for yelling. Please I’ve been so good for you. I can take it. Please let me take it. Want you s—so bad. Want you to ma—make me cum. Want you, Sannie! Please, please make me cum. Want you to fuck me so bad, ple—please!” 

For a moment, San’s hand stills inside you. For a moment all you can hear is your desperate whining and your boyfriend attempting to steady his breathing. 

Then he’s ripping his fingers out of your sopping cunt and rolling you onto your back. His frame looms over you in a way that has your body quivering with anticipation, eyes searching yours for…something that you can’t figure out in your lust-filled haze. 

“Such a pretty girl,” San murmurs, pressing his palm at the base of your stomach, one hand nearly covering the expanse of it. “So small, so good for me. So good for Sannie, hm?”

“Yes!” You grab his wrist, nails digging so tightly you’re afraid you might draw blood. “Please, wanna be so good for you Sannie!” 

He sighs, prying your hand away from his wrist and pinning it to the mattress. “You say that, but I don’t know if I believe you.” 

A sob pushes out of you, your back arching into him. He catches you before you can lower back down to the bed, his arm looping around you to keep you pressed against his chest while he sits back. You’re right where you started— on the bed, straddling him with tears running down your cheeks— but this time you’re both completely undressed. You can feel his cock pressing against your thigh, little twitches being the only indication of any impatience. You try to roll your hips against him, trying anything to get that friction back. San clicks his tongue and shakes his head. 

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, stilling your hips with one hand. “Thought you said you’d be good for me.”

“I—I will!” You grab his shoulders, leaning your face up to his, trying desperately to kiss him— to do anything that might sway his decision. “I’m sorry, sir! I promise I just— I just wanted—”

“I know,” he kisses you gently, smiling softly, deceptively. “I know you just wanted to cum all over your Sannie’s lap. Been edgin’ you for so long, haven’t I? You deserve to cum for being so…patient.” You let out a relieved sob as San releases your hip and grabs his cock. He guides it through your folds briefly, soaking it in your arousal and pumping his hand up and down his shaft to thoroughly lubricate it. “You’re gonna prove to me that you can be good, baby. Okay?”

“Yes, yes Sannie!” You lift your hips just enough for him to align his tip with your entrance, almost starting to cry again at the feeling. He helps you sink, knowing that two fingers weren’t enough for you. It never is. No matter how much he fucks you, it’s always a tight fit for you, not that you ever complain. You never complain about how big San is compared to you. He’s caught you drooling over this size of his dick more times than he can count, usually trying to talk you out of riding him out of fear of hurting you. But not today. No, today he’s giving you exactly what you wanted. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He encourages. “Fuck yourself dumb on Sannie’s cock.”

The look in your eyes becomes almost animalistic. You shift your body a bit, steadying your hands on his shoulders, and lift your hips until just his tip remains inside of you. San can feel the way you’re clenching around his tip, knows you’re doing it intentionally, and he lets his head fall back. 

When you sink intohim for the first time, you emit a strangled gasp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your nails digging into your lover’s shoulders.

“F—Fuck Sannie!” You bite down on your lip, lifting your hips again and dropping back down. “Mmph—fuck you’re too big!”

“You wanted this, sweetheart,” San tells you, rolling his head to the side and groaning as you continue to struggle with riding him. You try so, so hard to build a steady rhythm, but your legs are shaking and your breath is already gone. “I thought cheerleaders were supposed to have good stamina.”

“No—Not when their boyfriend has a f—fucking huge dick!” You cry out, giving up and grinding your hips against his. The steady rolling of your hips relieves the burn just a bit, and you moan as the tip of his cock grinds into that spot with more strength than his fingers did just minutes ago. “Fuck, I can fe—feel you in my stomach!” 

San lifts his head at that, a new hunger in his eyes and he leans you back. You slow your hips at the sudden movement, furrowing your brows while you watch him. He kisses his teeth and places a firm slap on the side of your hip. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He grips your hip tightly in both hands, forcing you to keep riding him. “Keep going, sweetheart. Keep going until I tell you to stop.” 

You do, your hips picking up a steady pace with the help of one of his hands to guide you along. His other hand presses against your stomach, and you hear his breathing hitch.

“Baby,” he takes your hand from his shoulder, squeezing it gently as he guides it to where his hand was previously. “Feel right here.” 

You hesitate just a moment, and he looks down at you, smiling encouragingly. 

Then you feel it. 

The bulge in your stomach where the tip of his cock reaches as far as it can possibly go. 

“You feel that, baby?” San presses your hand down and you both let out a simultaneous moan at the feeling. The white-hot pleasure builds back up in the pit of your stomach, the loosened knot returning with renewed fervor and you know San can tell. You know that he’s close too, his hips thrusting up to meet yours halfway. “God, you feel so good. How did I get so fucking lucky, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t respond. The pleasure is blinding. All you can feel, see, hear, and smell is San. He clouds your thoughts, your senses, your very being. The pleasure is winding up, drawing that knot tighter and tighter and tighter—

“C—Cumming, San!” You arch into him, and he holds your hip to keep you moving. “Fuck, fuck I’m cumming!”

“I know, pretty girl,” he grunts, his thrusts stuttering. “Fuck, I’m close. Keep going baby, wanna cum with you.”

Your hips are moving slower, your muscles burning and you can’t stop yourself from forcing San back until he’s laying against the bed. Your hands find purchase on his chest, sweat beading on your forehead with the effort to keep moving, to keep riding him until you’re both forced over the edge you’d been begging for. 

San’s thumb drifts across your hip, finding purchase on your swollen clit and rubbing sloppy circles into it until you’re sobbing again, sobbing his name and begging for that sweet release. 

When it hits you, it’s blinding. Stars spark behind your eyes, your head tossed back and sweet cries pulled from the depths of your chest. His hips thrust into yours one more time, his eyes trained on how you arch your back and twitch with your release, and then he’s cumming. Thick globs of cum fill you up to the brim, seeping out from the seams of your cunt and mixing with your release. You let yourself collapse against his chest, practically gasping for air and shaking from the effort of riding him.

“You finally got what you wanted,” San murmurs, resting one of his hands on the small of your back as his cock softens in you. “You finally got to ride me.”

“Never…never doing that again,” you mutter back, placing a kiss on the base of his neck. “Absolutely…not.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually letting this happen.” San is grinning ear to ear as he drives you to campus, his free hand holding yours tightly. You purse your lips, refusing to admit defeat.

“This doesn’t mean I want everyone knowing—”

“Bullshit,” San interrupts with a grin. “You want everyone to know that I bagged the hottest cheerleader in the world.”

“You didn’t bag shit, Choi San. And if you say that you ‘bagged’ me to anyone on the football team,” your eyes turn to daggers as you jab a finger into his shoulder, “I will end your bloodline where it stands. Your mom can say ‘bye’ to any chances of a grandchild from us.”

San grimaces, but it’s replaced by a radiant smile as he pulls into the parking garage closest to your building. “You can make as many threats as you want, sweetheart, but you and I both know you won’t risk that. You love getting fucked after dealing with Yewon every day.” 

He opens your door for you, beaming as he helps you out of his car. 

“I’ll make you a deal, sweetheart.”

“Will you now?” Your response is sarcastic but San ignores it.

“You let me show you off as much as I want, and I bitch out Yewon today.”

You don’t even have to think about your response, a grin replacing your scowl.

“That sounds like a damn good deal, Choi San.”

“Sannie!” 

Yewon’s grating voice has never sounded so fucking heavenly in your ears, knowing exactly what’s going to happen next. San is already at your side, rifling through your bag for the extra granola bar he knows you have. He grimaces at the sound, his eyes almost begging you to help him, but you shake your head.

“You dug your own grave, Sannie.” A quick pat on his shoulder and his fate is decided for him.

“Yewon,” he greets the girl, continuing to rifle through the bag. “Can I help you?” 

The disinterest in his voice didn’t deter her, not that anyone was surprised. The cheer squad watched the younger, newer, dumber member as she stumbled through her flirtations, complimenting him on things he didn’t need nor want to be complimented on while searching for a fucking granola bar. 

“Yewon,” San finally interrupts the girl, rising with the snack in his hand and glaring down at her. “I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m not interested.” 

The shock on her face made you smile. Maybe it was cruel. Maybe it was a bitch named Karma. Or, maybe, you were sick of the shitty stereotypes that you always seemed to fall victim to. 

“But you—you always—”

“I was trying to make my girlfriend jealous of me, as shitty as that is,” San pinches the bridge of his nose and scoffs. “But I’ve already got myself a cheerleader, Kim Yewon. And she’s the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. Plus, she’s hot as fuck,” San grins at you, but you can only roll your eyes.

“I said no—”

“You said I couldn’t tell people I bagged you,” it takes him three steps to reach your side and grab your chin. “Not that I couldn’t call you the hottest cheerleader in the world. No offense, Sihyeon.”

“None taken,” your best friend waves her hand dismissively. “I’m just glad you two finally got your heads out of your asses.” 

“Shut up, Sihyeon.” You scowl, but San is quick to bend down, hunching at the shoulders to reach your height and kiss you firmly on the mouth. It’s a searing kiss, more than he said he would do in front of the squad, but you let him have his moment. 

You’d made him wait long enough.

© itsbeeble. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[beansprean]

don't give up so quickly stede you can take him

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Waist up of Izzy standing on the deck of the Revenge at night, sneering past the viewer with one hand on the hilt of his sword. Ed is kneeling next to him, arms bound behind his back as he glowers in the same direction, expression dark and dangerous. Izzy says, in the form of a screenshotted text post from tumblr user tributary, "free my man i want to see him finish off the other guy." 2. Reverse shot of Stede, in his Chinese crew uniform and headband, standing on the deck on front of them. He pumps his fists with an excited grin, cheeks pink, and says, in the form of a screenshotted reply from tumblr user mariacallous, "yeah!" 3. Repeat. Ed's silhouette looms in the foreground as he stands, menacing. Stede's smile drops and his face darkens in fear, body leaning back slightly. He says, in the form of another screenshotted reply from tumblr user mariacallous, "oh you mean in a fight." /end ID

[canonizzyhours]

The Izzy Discourse isn’t about shipwars or people being harassed “just” for liking a character. I suspect that the majority of us would agree that liking Izzy isn’t bad or inherently racist or pro-abuse because—obviously—liking a character is not indicative of a person’s morality.

The Izzy Discourse exists because folks deep in the Izzy Canyon (let’s call them Cayoneers) continue to characterize themselves as a victimized minority, claim that criticism and disagreement are harassment, and dissuade the larger fandom from having important conversations about topics like racism and abuse by calling anyone trying to have those conversations a racist or an abuse apologist.

First: Canyoneers are not a victimized minority who receive the majority of harassment in this fandom. Other fans frequently disagree with them—either directly in their posts or indirectly in their own posts—but disagreement is not harassment. Critiquing an interpretation of canon that contradicts most other interpretations is not harassment. Receiving pushback after making a statement that most fans find ridiculous? Not harassment.

When Canyoneers refer to doxxing incidents, they only bring up the one where someone was doxxed by antis “for being an Izzy fan.” I was in the fandom when this happened and, as I remember, the kid who doxxed this fan did so because they thought that it was immoral for them to like Izzy and Calico Jack AND that the content of their writing was morally deplorable. This puriteen was called out by everyone and the fan who was doxxed received support from every corner of the fandom. Canyoneers tend to leave out the full stated reason for the doxxing (liking Calico Jack, writing ~taboo~ content) as well as the fact that the kid responsible was broadly condemned. They make the incident entirely about loving Izzy, which it was not.

I never hear about when Jac deactivated from Twitter in 2023 under threat of doxxing from Canyoneers. No one talks about the Tumblr user who was harassed about their fundraiser for trans-affirming surgery. What about the Tumblr account made specifically to document alleged abuse towards Izzy fans that engages in its fair share of harassment and calls out users Canyoneers don’t like by name? If anyone calls out any of this bad behavior, Canyoneers close ranks to protect their own. They deny or justify their actions. They make it everyone’s fault but theirs.

Canyoneers aren’t the only people in this fandom who have been hurt. I’ve received death threats, and so have some of my friends. Several people I know have genuinely been harassed off of social media platforms by Izzy stans. Canyoneers dogpile on posts that they disagree with, even if the post is tagged in whatever way they prescribe (and their preferred tag for Izzy critical content is always subject to change). It’s ridiculous that this splinter of the OFMD fandom has decided that they’ve suffered more than any other part when they demonstrably have not.

The Canyon is largely united by their perceived suffering, so it’s not surprising that they characterize Izzy as a character who has also suffered unfairly. Poor Izzy suffers from classism due to his Northern accent. Izzy behaves the way he does because he’s losing the man he loves to the kind of posh aristocrat who oppresses people like him. Izzy is punished for trying to get Ed to do his job. Izzy is only cruel because he’s anxious, because he’s scared, because he’s just trying to keep himself and Ed alive. Izzy died even though he’s the most queer, the most femme, the most disabled, the most everything. 

It’s all about being the victim and maintaining that Izzy is himself a victim.

Second: Canyoneers make it difficult to talk about racism and abuse—topics that we should absolutely be able to discuss as a fandom. 

Liking Izzy does not make someone racist. Granting Izzy infinite grace while condemning Ed, grafting Ed’s characteristics onto Izzy while pushing Ed out of the narrative, claiming that Ed needs to be managed, and maintaining that Ed is violent and abusive? Racist. But challenging Canyoneers garners violent pushback and insistence that you’re the real racist for disagreeing with them.

Indigenous people and men of color have historically been depicted in media as savage and violent. They’re portrayed as frightening, animalistic, abusive, incapable of control, in need of the civilizing influence of the dominant culture to be accomplished. OFMD consciously pushes back against all of these stereotypes only to have Canyoneers bring them back! A fandom that should be a safe space for people of color, especially men, becomes a hostile environment because fans of a white character need to make an indigenous man worse to justify their takes.

In canon, Ed is not a violent or abusive man. That’s not implied—it’s a huge part of his character and his struggle. He’s a kind man trapped in an abusive culture that he wants to leave behind. Canyoneers have a tendency to make Ed worse in order to make Izzy look better. They turn Ed into a monster and call it canon, and if they’re challenged, they try to turn the argument around. If I say that interpreting Ed as more violent than he is in canon feeds into harmful racist stereotypes about indigenous men, I’m told that I’m denying the experiences of people who have been abused by indigenous men by claiming that they can’t be violent. If I say that Izzy pushed Ed into his Kraken persona, I’m told that I’m the real racist for denying Ed’s agency. 

Talk about abuse is shut down in the same way. Izzy abuses Ed—this is made explicitly clear in season two for anyone who denied the existence of emotional abuse after season one—but who’s brave enough to talk about it when the Canyoneers are ready to attack anyone who doesn’t think that Izzy’s the victim? They’ll say that Izzy’s only crime was saying some mean words and that anyone who thinks Ed is in the right approves of abusing people who are mouthy or unpleasant. They deny the reality of reactive abuse and the devastation that emotional abuse can wreck. They hope that anyone who doesn’t think that Izzy is the victim of abuse never gets anywhere near real victims of abuse, completely dismissing the lived experiences of fans who have experienced abuse and see their abusers’ words and actions in Izzy’s.

Canyoneers can’t stand discussions about racism and abuse as they relate to Izzy, and I understand why. Many of them relate to Izzy in all of his meanness and humorlessness (and at least one has flat out said that an abusive behavior of Izzy’s is something they do); all of them consider themselves good and progressive people. They have to deny that their defenses of Izzy and condemnations of Ed are racist by any means possible to avoid cognitive dissonance, so they shut down discussions and harass people who don’t fall in line.

The discourse isn’t really about Izzy. It never has been. If Canyoneers “just” liked Izzy and enjoyed pairing him with random characters, no one would care. The Izzy Discourse lives on because the Canyon continues to overstate harm, mischaracterize past events or fully ignore things that paint their group in a bad light, tell new fans about the suffering Izzy fans have had to endure, and refuse to accept any discussion about racism or abuse that dares criticize their takes and behavior. 

I’m tired.

#481.

[neocity-net]

new addition to our library 📚 by izzy! help to spread the word everywhere by reblogging!

SKATING WITH YOU | NCT LEE DONGHYUCK | HAECHAN

Haechan leans his forehead to yours as your icy noses brush against each other, “Eyes on me, bubs,” he whispers.

pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » established relationship au!, holiday theme!

genre » fluffy fluff fluff!, cheeky and slightly flirty haechan, and slightly flustered reader...?, cutie boyfriend haechan, no. 1 supportive and caring haechan, reader doesn't really know how to skate and haechan helps you through it, it's all so very lovely (and i need someone to help me skate-)

word count; estimated reading time » 850; ~4 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » none!

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

is this my last upload of the year...? we shall see!!

“If I fall flat on my face, this will be your fault,” your threat only seems harmless to your boyfriend.

Haechan skates further away from you, lightly showing off his skills of skating backward gracefully, even adding light twirl patterns on the ice. Meanwhile, you’re left at the rink's perimeter, hands gripping for support and eyes squinting playfully at your delightful boyfriend. You have no idea why you thought it was a good idea to go skating when you have minimal experience and are the clumsiest person you know. But Haechan had to jut his lower lip, eyebrows shaped into mountains to your poor heart. How could you say no to that face? 

But, your weakness in saying no to your boyfriend has led you here. In the public ice skating arena. Back leaning onto the wall for dear life. 

It’s been thirty minutes yet you haven’t made much progress from the entrance of the rink. Maybe it’s your fear of falling or the fear of competent younger children snickering at you falling to your knees. Haechan has made a few rounds around, even entertaining others with little tricks. Watching him from afar made your heart warm as others realised how lovable your boyfriend is. Children reach for a high five, adults smiling at the small talk or encouragement he would send as he passes by. 

“Wanna hold my hand now?” Haechan skates beside you. 

You've rejected the last few offers, determined to do at least half of the oval rink by yourself; you and the wall beside you. But balancing yourself on a somewhat thin metal as your knees shake with tensed muscles is taking more energy than you expected. 

You give in, slumping your back on the wall, elbows propped up as you lean. “I just need to rest first.”

Haechan chuckles at you, making a final push on the ice to skate to you. His arms cage you between his frame, closing significant space between you both. Your eyes widen at his bold action, cheeks and neck heating at the fond eyes he’s placing upon your orbs. His eyelashes flutter prettily upon your features, a soft smile forming its way into your boyfriend’s place. The rowdy noises of the kids, metal swishing and passing behind Haechan all blur when Haechan steadies your once-leaning figure to stand with his hands securely encasing your waist. 

It’s too bad that the cold temperature has you bundled up in a few layers or else you could feel the relaxing motion of his thumb caressing your side.

Haechan leans his forehead to yours as your icy noses brush against each other, “Eyes on me, bubs,” he whispers.

As per his words, you lock your eyes with him, only closing them once or twice when you’re fully supported by him. Your forearm instinctively rests on top of his, occasionally pushing them down due to your nervousness, still afraid of slipping and toppling over Haechan, potentially hurting both of you in the process.

“Don’t worry,” he eases your mind, pressing a quick kiss on your colder lips. “You’re going to be alright,” pressing his lips to yours again, leaving them there for a bit longer. “I’m not going to let you fall,” perfectly stealing your lips once more after you hum an acknowledgement to his words. “If you fall, it’s only going to be in my arms.”

You should’ve known he would sneak in a cheesy line or two, and your laughter makes you forget your anxiousness about being on the ice. Slowly, Haechan skates backwards again, this time with you in his hold. Admittedly, this has been his plan from the very start: to have you close like this as you conquer your fear and challenge; you’re not going to complain about this either.

Haechan is a great skating teacher, pulling and guiding you out of your comfort ice. Both of you dance in the rink for an hour together. It starts with you facing him as he distracts you from paying too much attention to what your body is doing, instead prompting you to naturally let you relax into the situation. Then slowly, he takes his place next to you, his palm holding your forearm. Then, linking hands together for the final stage before he lets you go after you find the confidence to brave the environment once more. 

You almost lost your balance for a while, hunching your back to hold your knee. “You can do it!” Your boyfriend hollers encouragement behind you. Soon those words become more familiar, your proud boyfriend behind you stealing everyone’s attention at your successful solo skating. 

You did a full lap with no support from him or the wall. You leap into Haechan’s arm at the end line, Haechan littering kisses all over your face. The golden hour highlights his face, his smiling beaming further from the rays of the sun.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have been such a good teacher. And you shouldn’t be so talented either!” Your eyebrows raise at his words, unsure of where he’s going, “Now, you won’t need my help anymore…”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

tags: @k-films @kflixnet @starlit-network @kstrucknet @ncity-net

@haneul-and-clouds

[kuramirocket]

PROSHIPPERS BLOCK THESE PEOPLE.

They have been targeting Lacey non stop and looking up and listing all of her accounts even those outside of tumblr. And constantly false reporting and terminating all her accounts. They harrass and call proshippers pedophiles and draw “art” of killing proshippers.

NOTE: That not all these users have harrassed proshippers from what I know, but best to block them. Stay safe!

I have also gotten Lacey's permission to make this post.

Also, please do not tag any of Lacey’s accounts for her own safety!

UPDATED: 06/06/25

NOTE: This blocklist will be primarily to block the people and friends associated with the anti group known as The Cosmic Guardians

Here is the list of people to block:

@bbjxencanto-blogger (They changed their username to a-can-of-canvis-paint)

@ilovepeachplssm (bbjxencanto-blogger's new account)

@peachesplsocs-blog

@masteryofieryjinksinnie (the side blog of a-can-of-canvis-paint)

@blo0st4r

@sprinklehere

@rainbowstarheart

@rainbowstar-heart

@rainbow--starheart

@rainbowandfriendsart

@rainbowstarheart-rp

@raaaaaaaahhhhhh (rainbowstarheart's sideblog)

@rainbow-blocklists

@rainbow-starheart-comission-art

Rainbowstarheart also has a twitter account so block them there:

Furthermore, rainbow-starheart lied to all her group about being an adult and of not letting minors join her group and also admitted to not even checking the blogs and people her group would "report" to her about. Meaning people faced harrassment and false reporting thanks to her encouring her group to witch hunt others who don't fit their standard of moral superiority:

@your-dead-girl-forever-200k

@your-little-dead-angel-girl-200k

@your-fav-stalker-200k

your-dead-girl-forever-200k constantly also changes her url, so be aware of that. Listed above are the usernames she has changed too.

Also be careful with your-dead-girl-forever-200k as they admitted to stalking proshippers and block evading!

@anti-rq-kitty

@dani-the-donut

@shadowwolfmemes

@valentine--x

@sylver-t4b2222

@syltheanti

@sundecline

@nickelineonneptune (sundecline deactivated there old account and this is their new one)

@silly4goose20

@violetthediamondsblog

@pastelpixel1987

@sho-can-g

@hearts4ayame

@sincerely-aaliyah

@forgotten-latte-osc

@deer-genius-idol-unmatched

@turquoiseyt

Some of these antis are friends with homophobes as is the case with turquoiseyt.

They even send me a message stating this:

@boltthevolt

@rileydaisy

@hellokittyfangirl2005

@kegwonrgnjessyo

@eatmarcus

@galacticmonsterenergy

@iookingle3rd

@the-vivian-pmttyd-gal

@monkeybell

@minty-the-magic-man

@funnyfaceflea

@yourlocalcrybxby

@mayvianfan-2024

@eights-world

@tooningin

@real-artemis

@sunnydust2003

@taysbigboyblog

@craftyworx

@spiritmander13r

@random-lifes-stuff-blog

@spooky-donut-ghost-house

@moshywoosh

@yardsards

@chibichax

@642spaghettiprincess

@professionalcatnapsimp

@neeeeeoposts

@zagthehyena

@scally-wiggles716

@vexic929

@sharplette

@kenakostarcat15

@baxstarmallow06

@glitch-fizz

@thisismisogynoir

@newnewtheicon

@undertale-person

@chibitacolord

@ima-bellwoo

@curian

@donatelloisbackbaby

@sillyartistthegoofy

@kirbyderb

@0dividedby0haha

@skitswap

@sourgummy

@celestialweido

@koduflower2000

@m1dn1ght-lag00n

@random-fandom-chaos

@just-michael799

@syspunk-is-antiendo

@siviva

@coffin--coffee

@ladymiraclewings

@stariiuez

@ssolilioquy

@donthugm3imscar3d

@hotelcaliforniaenbydancer

@overmocha1068

@themasterofshadow2024

@divle131313

@escaramelo

@saturnisapotato

@z-raven

@railway323

@r0tt1ng-bunn1ez

@fishcakeq

@zombieboy07

@g3tsnuckup0nxd

@ink-the-axolotl-rabbit

@izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin

@bun-z-bakery

@bumblehoneybee

@hatred-n-hav0c

@medusavsviperz

@instantbearblizzard

@pan-anarcho

@basementcorelingo

@callmeelix

@peachypede

@bumble-the-sun-bee

@soulful-rodent

@howdidiget2here

@howlsnteeth

@callmeabee

@pinkcreamypeach

@vivianfangirl2005

@the-vivian-pmttyd-gal

@delusionalromanticfantasies

@fishie34

@ilovespringy

@vatterson

@faniieveryday

@kingspacebar

@kokobot

@cncity

@coleybaloney

@tenkoaikido

@cozykittengirl

@rinnyluver69

@cookieselfship

@purpleselfships

@starsdontshinetheyburn

That and it looks like they are lying about not going after Lacey anymore:

Furthermore, be careful because these are the type of people who are okay with doxxing people!!

And also some of these antis are friends with antis are not only homophobes, but also prolife:

If I missed any people, please reblog and add them to this list. If I notice any more of their mutuals that I missed I will also add them to the list.

Side note: To keep yourself safe from harrassment from antis, fellow proshippers, I suggest blocking all people who use the tags, ‘proshitter’ ‘anti proship’ and ‘safeshipping.’ But also make sure to check if these people have pinned posts that may list other side blogs and mutuals and to block those as well. 

Furthermore, you may want to keep in your drafs the posts from antis to block at least one anti daily that has reblogged another anti's posts. This is what I do which is probably how I have avoided a lot of hate. That and I also block any and all antis that appear in the proship tags due to tumblr's tagging system.

[madammidnightsblog]

may I please have some smut headcanons for Stiletto, Kleo, and/or Nova 👉👈 if you cant though then that's okay!!!! I'll gladly have some Valeria or Farah ones (or any female cod character) hehe /nf ofc :3

just learned about Nova and fell in love with her! She's so pretty! WARNING: talks of sex and kinks, afab! reader

Farah Karim

Farah doesn’t have a high sex drive, war zones can really take away any sexual drive a person may have but, she does have her moments

She doesn’t care for power dynamics or who’s “topping” as she’s more worried about both of you having a great time and enjoying the moment

A big toy user! She absolutely loves strapons and dildos the most as it allows you to cling onto her which she loves- physical contact to her is the most sensual and intimate thing. But she does enjoy a good vibrator

Pussy eater!! Farah lives in a dirty world that’s filled with blood and dirt, so why not add the sweat, musk, and juices from your pretty cunt?

Being submissive isn’t often but she will indulge into that fantasy if you ask her, she’s willing to bend over backwards for you if you simply ask

Her moans are husky and breathy, full of desperation and lust. She’s not really vocal in the bedroom but when you do coax out something, it will be stuck in your head for hours

Speaks in her native tongue whenever she’s lost in the moment or on the edge of an orgasm, making it even more alluring and intimate for the both of you

Kate Laswell

BDSM Mommy. That’s all I can say, welcome to my ted talk

She loves everything to do with power play-the control of your body, making up rules and rewards, leather and collars, and her favorite, being called Mommy

She is a switch but barely ever a submissive, that’s only when she’s too stressed and exhausted to be in control

Hands! Hands! She’s so good with her hands, you will lose count on how many orgasms those pretty hands of her’s had pulled from you before she can even get her mouth on you

Pet play, roleplaying cops, and secretary with her is always a common thing. She always makes sure that she’s in charge and you’re the one that’s on your knees for her, just like a good pet does

Doesn’t really moan, more like grunts. They’re more airy than anything

Tons of toys. They have their own chest in the back of her home office since no one is allowed in there, preventing family like children coming across it if they’re over

Valeria Garza

Another Mommy Dom

Valeria is a complete dom, no chance she’s submitting to you no matter how much you may beg. She’s in charge, end of story

Impact play to the max! She loves smacking you around on your cheeks, chest, and ass. Something about the way your skin ripples and turns color makes her heart race

In between a hardcore and softcore dom- surprise surprise. She likes being rough and pulling your hair, pushing your face into puddle of your own mess on the floor to make you lick it up, and choking you a little

But she also loves tracing along your curves while she whispers sweetly in her native tongue, kissing you gentle as you sit in her lap, and tell you how pretty you are every morning

She adores you and protects you, so there’s many rules for you to follow to make sure her little precious knows her place

Makes you go around in a skirt without panties, she likes to admire what’s her’s and that pussy is her’s for sure

Moans in the most sexiest way possible, low and honey-like. Speaks in spanish while her voice so low and soft, it’s almost a whisper

Izzy

A brat in every way. She will demand and give attitude if not given what she wants-you spoiled her too much so now you have to put her over your knee to make her listen

Speaking of knee, it’s where she spends a lot of time. Bent over your knee with two of your fingers sunk into her cunt and making her cry out apologies

But don’t let those crocodile tears sway you, she WILL do it again. She’s only sorry because you won’t let her cum unless she says those pretty words

Loves toys in all shapes and sizes, she’s proud of her collection and loves it even more when you pick out a toy for her punishments

Make her eat you up, she will be so eager and forget to wait for your permission to start and bury her face between your legs. She will not care if she cannot breathe, she will go for hours 

Hates loves when you make her wear a chastity belt. She’s been in them more times than she counts and still claims to hate them despite how eager she gets whenever you mention it

A screamer, she’s loud and passionate in the bedroom. Muttering in Japanese and sobbing her heart out from how good it feels

Rozlin “Roze” Helms

A switch, she is a jack of all trades and likes to apply it to the bedroom too. She’s more than happy to dominate you or submit to you-your choice

Has some toys but likes scissoring more. Feeling your pussy grind against her makes her go crazy and lose all sense, moving her hips to the beat of her heart while she holds onto your thigh

Private about her sex life, no one will ever hear about it and keeps you to herself. She knows how the others are and refuses to let anyone put their hands on you

Loves role playing. Her favorite is teacher x parent, she loves when act like a “concern parent” that’s trying to convince her to raise the “chid’s” grades, only to have you bent over her desk and fingering you

Moans in a seductive and elegant manner, full of lust and need that has your heart racing

Morning sex is a must with her! She always wakes up with the need to taste you and will doesn’t care how pathetic it might make her look, she will beg if she has to

Her favorite toy is an ejaculating dildo, she loves how the fake cum looks dripping from her’s or your holes

Salvatrice “Stiletto” Muesli

Loves anal. She will spend hours thrusting a dildo in and out of your ass while rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit while muttering how pretty you are

Dirty talking in her native tongue 24/7 whether or not you can understand her. All you know, you’re dripping with need after the last four sentences you utters

Dominate, she doesn’t like submitting to anyone and that applies to you too. She makes up her own rules and would like it if you allow her to do it with you

A soft dom, I cannot see her being rough with you despite how she may act at times, you’re too precious for her to be aggressive with

Will finger you in public if you ask her to

A moaner too but it will gradually turn into whimpers the longer she moans, it’s slightly raspy and short

Doesn’t care for titles in the bedroom but won’t turn down any if you ask nicely

Calisto Allard

Submissive but doesn’t act like it. She doesn’t exactly do anything that makes anyone think of her as one but you know better

She likes giving up control for you, spreading her thighs and allowing you to do whatever you want to her

Loves vibrators more than dildos as she likes to take her time when it comes to sex, coaxing out every bit of noise and emotion before finishing in an explosive manner

A squirter, make sure to have a few towels and some water on standby

Not really vocal but when close to cumming, you will hear some whines before she cums

Doesn’t have many kinks but she does like biting and marking so expect some bite marks and hickeys

Has a sex playlist ready whenever she’s in the mood so you will always know when she’s in the mood 

Kleopatros “Kleo” Gavras

Another anal lover, she loves having your strap buried deep into her ass while she’s rubbing her clit if you allow her to

A power bottom, she will fight you every chance she gets as she likes to see if you’d ever let her win. Spoiler alert: you don’t

Big on being spanked! She loves how it hurts and the pretty marks that you leave behind on her ass, marking her as yours

She’s freaky, she has a list of kinks and isn’t ashamed about it! Spank her, pull her hair, bite her, choke her, spit in her mouth! You name it, she will let you do it to her

Likes having a punishment and rewarding system, gives her an excuse to act out or behave. She will do anything if it means she gets something out of it

She loves Facetime sex! Calls you often whenever she’s aware just to have her pretty pussy on display, her two middle fingers rubbing her clit while she smirks, knowing she’s in big trouble when she returns

Once had ate you out when you were in the middle of a phone call, smirking up at you as her tongue dipped into your dripping hole

Nila “Nova” Brown

She’s a shy submissive. Always blushing and shyly asking you to press kisses to her pussy, unable to look you in the eyes as she does

Was a little insecure of her pussy in the beginning as her vitiligo covered her pussy in a pale shade, making her feel as if it wasn’t appealing to you but you made sure to spend hours between her legs to make her proud of her cunt

Tries to be mischievous and bratty but easily caves in whenever you raise a brow at her and make her look into your eyes, causing her to immediately melt

Loves mirror sex! Something about watching herself all shyly as you take her from behind, whispering praises into her ear has her even more in love

Has a major praise kink! She tried out degradation before, but she learned quickly how terrible it felt to her as she wants nothing but to make you proud of her

Loves to wear matching lingerie with you, having you both in the pretty lace sets and taking turns peeling them off slowly

A vanilla type, she has tried out more kinky things but didn’t enjoy it which you don’t mind. She’s gorgeous whenever she’s blissfully fucked out of her mind by you

[falloutcaldera]

Open Letter To Nukapedia

I have been informed me posting to tumblr is being assumed to be me trying to incite shit & assuming bad faith. As this was not my intention, here's the little good faith I have left:

I wrote that last message with the intention of leaving due to finding the situation unconscionable, while on a call with my disabled coauthor and friends who were equally as distressed as I was that someone like that had been not only allowed back into the server, but had been allowed to claim they had not said anything eugenicist. I then went to leave the sever only to discover it was no longer in my list - meaning I'd been banned before I could even leave. And then I had to learn the reason for my ban from a third party.

So my assumption was Not GreatTM. I was a little emotionally compromised! Let me elaborate as to why:

That user had called disabled children an 'empty resource sink' and a detriment to society in response to an ongoing conversation (one that I freely admit I had gotten frustrated with - what appeared at the time & what I am now almost certain was - sealioning - and thus been rude, and apologized for that) where I was attempting, in good faith, to explain contemporary fight for disability rights in the United states. I had previously mentioned IN SPECIFIC growing up autistic and seeing the murder of fellow autistic children being called 'mercy killings'. This user had previously in the course of this conversation specifically mentioned 'high functioning conditions' such as Asperger's being different from ones they considered debilitating.

(Its notable that this diagnosis has since folded into ASD, and with the name being considered controversial due to being named after Hans Asperger.)

This user then said that the 'mercy' of 'allowing' some people who 'could not function' to die was morally correct TO THE FACE OF A SPECED AUTISTIC PERSON WHO HAD JUST MENTIONED PEOPLE LIKE THEM BEING KILLED SPECIFICALLY.

From my perspective this is not even a fucking dog whistle, it is a whistle at best, more like a bullhorn. It is full on mask off 'actually people (who you say are like you) SHOULD die, if they cant ~contribute~'. It is directly saying people like me & my coauthor are justifiable losses. It is rhetoric which has directly killed people like me in recent memory.

It is so viscerally horrifying and evil of a rhetoric that I immediately felt their restored presence was an allowance. Even this I might have taken in good faith - except they (and the user supporting them) had Literally Stated What They Said Was Not Eugenicist. A mod Saw This, said 'drop the topic' - it is not a topic to drop, from your own commented policy after the first incident and for the safety of others, it is a instant ban situation - and moved on silently. From my perspective this was a giant red flag saying 'this is now a eugenicist bar'.

I am not exactly inclined to extend good faith when the fact is, we are currently in a wave of ableism rhetoric from the transphobic alt right especially against autistic and mentally ill people.

A former US president is well known for having mocked Serge Kovaleski's disability, and when then-12-year-old JJ Holmes protested this, he encouraged his followers to harass them, resulting in people shoving the boys wheelchair & sexually harassing his mother. Autism Speaks spokespersons talked about wanting to murder their children while they were still in the room. Dr. Phil openly platformed the attempted killer & mother of Izzy Stapleton just 10 years ago. We still face organ transplant discrimination, immigration discrimination, and we STILL to this day are being tortured in ABA 'therapy' that is based on the same attitudes that Ivar Lovaas's applied in his 'Feminine Boys Project', a series of abusive conversion tactics which led to the suicide of Kirk Murphy - a 'doctor' who once said "[autistics] are not people in the psychological sense."

That same former president was just alleged by his nephew to have said "Those people [...] The shape they’re in, all the expenses, maybe those kinds of people should just die."

How am I SUPPOSED to assume, in this political climate, good faith from 'empty resource sink' being allowed to be defended in any capacity, as a disabled person? Or hell, just as a person with disabled friends & loved ones. As a human being.

It is not that I am extending bad faith to your platform, I do not feel safe on your platform.

My coauthor did not feel safe enough to join your platform, my girlfriend would not feel safe on your platform, my friends do not feel safe on your platform. My THERAPIST read these messages and recommended I do not ever come back to your platform! I did not post on tumblr with the intention of causing problems but of protecting fellow disabled people from harm.

I have OCD & actively avoid posting issues outside of private chats because I have severe paranoia about being part of internet pile-ons in any capacity, to the point I STILL have avoided showing any user names or profile pictures. Yet this was still such an egregious situation that I felt I would be actively allowing people to come to harm if I didn't speak up.

I am not returning to the discord. I no longer feel comfortable talking about disability or queer representation in fallout in a space where people brushed off that rhetoric, and acted like it was an overreaction to be horrified - even momentarily. I am frankly unsure if I would feel safe even if everyone who did so was banned.

If you genuinely think I am overreacting, acting in bad faith - understand this comes from TWO DECADES of seeing people like me killed by caretakers every day and then hearing THAT & seeing people defend it.

Postcomment:

Hi. This is Ren, second author of Caldera and multiply disabled young adult. I proofread and editted this post as well as being present during a lot of this situation - either from being the person Cilantro stepped back to when they recognized they were getting emotionally intense about a situation or being on call with them during the incident in question, and I want to make some things clear.

I am absolutely Furious at the way my peers and loved ones have been treated during this time. Both directly in nukapedia itself and in the, haha, fallout that has followed.

You might ask why I have not been directly involved if I feel so strongly about it, the answer is simple. My absence Was an attempt at good faith. Through Cilantro's talks on what the atmosphere was like, I learned there would almost definitely be situations that lead me to feeling defensive, stressed and frustrated- emotions I admit to struggling to process. So I made the executive decision that I did not feel I could safely belong there and stayed to the sidelines.

Cilantro has never claimed perfection- and has multiple times apologized for allowing emotional reactions to lash into conversations and stepped away. And it is infurating to see their (and several other of our peers and friends) characters attacked like this. Own up to your own failures in protecting your members, or it will not be just our trust you have lost.

[blissfulbluee]

hi bliss! (is that what u go by?)

i was wondering if u had any more sangihun content: hcs, rants, i dont mind :]

i love them so much and its been a longggg day for me (/neu) and they're basically my comfort ship atp lol

Hi Izzy! :) You can call me that or Blue. really any iteration of my tumblr user is fine.

I’m gonna try to give you some soft sangihun thoughts because it sounds like what you need. It’s what we all need to be honest.

They make me sooo crazy.

I can’t stop thinking about them taking care of each other after the games. We know that Gi-hun has three scars Sang-woo gave him, but maybe Sang-woo has scars from Gi-hun too? There would be a scar on his ankle and some long lasting injuries from those punches AT LEAST. Imagine them patching each other up, and the one being cared for telling the caregiver that they forgive them. I need this so much I might cry.

And oh my godd, I’ve seen people saying that Gi-hun saying “Let’s go home” when Sang-woo said they had noone to call them home anymore basically means “I’ll be the one to call you home now” He was seriously prepared to help Sang-woo repatch his life and be there for him despite EVERYTHING.

Okay maybe these aren’t that wholesome and are more angsty but I had to yap about these things. They live in my brain constantly.

I also can’t get over how they look at each other. You can tell they are missing each other so much and that all they want to do is have a happy life together. LIKE SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THEIR FACES!!!!

Imagine them leaving the games and finally admitting their feelings. the fucking intimacy would be so full of years of longing. the fucking kisses and touching and cuddling man? it’s like they never want to be apart again.

i hope this helps, moot. Let me know if you want to talk about them more I love them so damn much even though they break me into a thousand little pieces.

[slutforgnr]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞

it’s a dark evening in the late 80s in L.A, the orange sun is setting low and the city is just waking up. the people are out in streets, getting high on either heavy or light drugs. you’re in your cheap apartment which is only cheap cause you live across an alley that’s filled with stoners. you’re glancing out of the window, watching the people walk around the area, it’s always the same ones.

you’ve never considered taking drugs, you never were a fan of destroying yourself, you didn’t like not having control over yourself. but lately you’ve caught yourself thinking about it, more and more often as the few of your friends had started using and they seemed so…free?

you knew that there was a guy selling the “good stuff” out of his window. you wondered how he never got caught doing so.

as the sun set across L.A and the street lights had turned on you grabbed your jacket, pulled on your shoes and locked the door of your apartment as you walked out.

the night breeze hit your body immediately as you walked. you had some cash on you. your mind was hazy, you didn’t know what you were doing and it felt like every stoner around you knew you were about to buy drugs.

you walk into the shady alley and see a dark haired man with sunglasses on supporting his head on his hand as he smokes a marlboro cigarette.

he notices your approach and takes a long puff, eyeing your appearance from your toes to your head. he could tell you’ve never used, at least you didn’t look and you were new to his eyes.

“what do you want?” he asks suspiciously, raising his brow as he glances down at you from his window.

you stand there, clueless of what to say. your hands fall into the pockets of your jeans as you try to make up a sentence that would sound half decent to a drug dealer.

“i-i don’t know.” are the three words that fall out of your mouth, coming out less confident and more on the quieter side.

he chuckles at your response as he gets a confirmation that you clearly are not user. he shakes his head and exhales the smoke out of his mouth.

“go home sweetheart.” he mumbles, still looking at you as if he was blaming you for something.

your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his words, wasn’t he supposed sell you some stuff or recommend at least.

“what?” you tilt your head in confusion as you wait for his answer.

“come back when you figure out what you’re looking for.” a cocky smirk spread across his lips as he leaned back inside his apartment, throwing the cigarette out of the window as he shuts the glass in front of your face.

what? you didn’t understand what just happened. didn’t he need money? wasn’t this his job? many questions crossed your mind as you stumbled back into your apartment.

eventually you brushed off the weird interaction between you and this weird guy and you figured drugs weren’t for you.

a few weeks passed after this, you didn’t go back or look deeper into your drug interest, but there was something that was pulling you back into the shady alley.

you felt like you needed to go back there.

yet again you found yourself walking back to the strangers window.

when he saw you a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. he leaned out of the window, seeing your features better in the early evening.

“did you figure out what you were looking for?” he asked, raising his eyebrow curiously as an underlying teasing tone could be heard in his voice.

“yeah, i did.” you shake your head, looking down as you piece the words in your head.

“for you.” i mumble, looking up at him now, as he smirks. holding the intense gaze.

“Izzy.” he introduces himself, poorly.

“Y/n.” you say, mirroring his poor introduction. and that’s how you met the Izzy Stradlin, selling drugs out of the back window from his apartment.