Okay I Really Like Quen But Um.. Pokimane?? Dropouts?? Like She’s Not Beating The Allegations I’m

I have a giant growing spider bite right next to my couch bro someone help.

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bed chem

- saxon overhears his colleagues question his abilities to please his woman, so he makes sure to let them know just how good he is.

- contains detailed smut (18+ only!) saxon being possessive, oral sex, p in v (unprotected), choking.

saxon never used to be the possessive type until you landed in his grasp. even though he knew nobody could ever steal you from him, it was a quite a irrational fear of his. that you’d wake up one day and wonder what the hell you’re doing with a man like him. why would such a perfect girl give herself to a man who is solely known because of his father? this is what would run through his mind more than he’d like to admit. no matter how many times you’d reassure him, there was always something that threw him back into that mindset.

like today. he overheard a conversation at one his his work events from two of his fathers little sheeps that made his blood boil.

“fucking look at her, how the hell did he manage to pull her?” the man says to his friend, shaking his head in what appeared to be disbelief as he watched you speak to one of the girls who are inevitably with a man much older, which you knew was only with her man for his money. 

“i know, i bet he doesn’t even fuck her right. daddys boys like him never know how, especially when it comes to someone like her,” before the two could say anything else, you finally spotted him standing behind the two and a delicate smile graced your face. the boys then turned around, finally noticing saxon standing right there. they went pale in the face as you approached.

knowing that he’d definitely heard every word they said based off the angry look saxon was giving them. he could truly be terrifying when he wanted to. you’d seen that side of him many times, but never aimed at you of course. saxon was a powerful man, able to get rid of them with a simple snap of his finger. which is something those men clearly hadn’t yet realized. you stood on your tiptoes as you pressed your lips to his cheek, not realizing his displeased expression until you’d moved your head back. he was still staring at them.

“saxon, is everything ok?” you asked, tone worried as you followed his gaze and set your eyes on the two men you hadn’t even noticed before. he didn’t respond, his large hand wrapped around your arm as he led you away from the area. not questioning a single thing as it was crystal clear something was bothering him a significant amount. he just wanted to leave, and you didn’t ask questions.

once the two of you had made it back to his apartment, you turned to look at him as he closed the door.

“are you mad because they were looking at me? because you know i’d never even think to-” you explained.

“i know you wouldn’t.” saxon interrupted, and your gaze softened.

“then what’s wrong?” you ask once again, approaching him slowly, looking into his eyes. he eventually met your eyes after a moment.

“nothing that you need to worry about, babe.” he reassured, resting his forehead against yours. never would you have imagined saxon could be so soft.

“alright,” you say, a soft smile reappearing on your face. “i’m just gonna freshen up a little, ok?” you add, pressing a kiss to his lips before approaching the bathroom. saxon sat down on his couch, hands rubbing his face as he tried to forget about what he’d heard. which was almost impossible, considering he heard those exact voices outside his front door. the familiar anger began to rise once again as he got up from the couch and passed towards the door, opening it quickly and immediately spotting the same smug faces he was mentally murdering moments ago.

they both gulped, eyes wide as they stood in front of the front door a meter from his. they quickly entered the room to avoid confrontation. saxon stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck they were doing in the apartment next to his. how they could even afford to live in such a luxurious building. before he could do anything else, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“was someone at the door?” you ask, he turned his head to face you. looking at you adorned in one of his shirts. quietly admiring the way your body drowned in it.

“two dudes just went into the apartment next door. was just wondering what all the noise was.”

“the ones that you were giving the death stare to earlier?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face. “i overheard them saying something about looking for a new apartment to rent closer to the office. i guess they found one.” you say, shrugging your shoulders as you stared at your boyfriend. he shook his head, trying to hide his displeasure to the information he’d just heard. “are ya gonna tell me why that bothers you or?”

“it doesn’t bother me,” he lies, their words repeating in his head as he approaches and places his big hands on your waist. kissing your lips delicately. “just a little stressed i think,” he says as he places his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his rough stubble stabbing your skin in the most delicious way. you whined softly.

and that’s when he got the idea. the idea that would prove to those stupid guys how good he fucks you. how stupid they were to underestimate his abilities and care when it came to your pleasure. he smirked against you, lips abusing your skin and his hot tongue trailing over your sensitive spots. his hands found your ass, squeezing your cheeks sadistically which caused a sudden gasp to escape your throat.

“that’s it, let me hear your pretty sounds,” he says as he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bed. 

he dropped you onto the mattress and hovered his frame over yours. his lips found yours once again, and you whined as his tongue slipped between yours. he’s all too familiar with how vocal you can be. even with his hand over your mouth or your head buried into the pillow, he can hear you crystal clear. he knew anyone nearby would be able to hear if he didn’t hush you, and that’s exactly what he wanted. for those stupid little pricks to hear how good he makes you feel. over and over.

his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft skin. you whined louder this time. you were so goddamn submissive under his touch, it drove him crazy.

he raised his stolen t-shirt up your body, exposing your torso as he lowered his head. trailing kisses all over your soft skin. you were addicted to the feeling of his stubble against you, he’d barely done anything and you were already a whimpering mess. his head trailed lower and lower. licking the skin above your panty line as he hooks his fingers into the edges of the fabric. effortlessly peeling them down your legs and throwing them off to the side.

he began peppering kisses to your inner thighs, feeling his hot breath against your dripping cunt was driving you wild.

“saxon…” you whimpered loudly, legs trembling in suspense of the act that he was about to do. you were expecting him to respond. something like “be patient” or “good girls know how to wait, yeah?” but he didn’t, he latched his lips onto your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. your hand flew to your mouth, biting down on the side to muffle your moans. but saxon stopped.

“no, baby. let me hear you,” you nodded your head, staring down at him between your legs. noticing the glistening shine of your wetness on his chin under the dimmed lighting of the bedroom.

“good girl,” he said before diving back in. aggressively eating you out as he’s done many times before. your moans were quick to fill the room. your hands flew down to grasp at his brown hair. you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access to you as possible.

“s-saxon, i’m about to… i can feel it-” you whine breathlessly as your orgasm approaches. hitting you fast before you could continue your stuttered sentence. loud whiny moans filling the room as you rode out your high.

he didn’t halt until your legs began twitching, licking up all of the cum you provided for him in exchange for an orgasm. he climbed back up your body slowly, leaving sloppy kisses up your stomach along the way.

he was proud of himself knowing how good he could make you feel with little to no effort. enamored by the way your body reacted to his touches. he know the boys would’ve heard everything he’d just done, but of course, he wasn’t satisfied just yet.

his hand wrapped it’s way back around your throat once his face aligned with yours, his stumble damp with your cum.

“all wet,” you said, smiling as your hand raised to his face. tracing along the wet area of his face. “wanna make somethin else wet too,” you added, moving the same hand between your bodies and palming his hardened cock over his pants.

“where did you ever learn to be such a dirty girl?” he grunted, a slight smile on his face as he moved your hand and pinned it beside your head.

“we both know the answer to that,” you bit your lip as his hand tightened around your wrist, looking up at him through squinted eyes. he moved back to remove his shirt, and you bit your lip as he did so. you followed his steps and removed your own. clothes thrown carelessly to the floor.

he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down, not bothering to completely remove the articles of clothing. he was getting impatient. he hovered over you once again, his large hands separating your thighs as far as they could go and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. he wasted no time, thrusting forward and impaling you with his cock with no warning. you screamed, hands flying to grasp his shoulders as he quickly set a brutal pace. your back arched off the mattress, pressing firmly against saxons as he pounded into you.

“oh, f-fuck. saxon!” you moaned, the head of the bed clunking against the wall with each of his intense thrusts. he grunts into your ear sadistically, fingers leaving crescent shapes on your thigh as they dig into your skin.

“wanna feel you cumming around me, baby. think you can do that for me?” he asks, you nodded your head. tears dripping down your cheeks as the pleasure because too much for your body to cope with.

it didn’t take long for another orgasm to pulse through your body, legs trembling around saxons torso as you chant his name. before you could process anything else, he’d flipped you onto your stomach. shoving his cock deep inside you once more as he held your hips to him. despite being extremely sensitive from your previous orgasms, you still craved more of him. your loud moans echoed off the walls as he took you from behind. clenching your walls around him to coax his orgasm out of him. craving the feeling of his cum flooding into you. 

you felt another orgasm approach as his thrusts became sloppy, indicating that he was also moments away from finishing.

“saxon!” you moan, clutching the bedsheets below as the two of you came together. saxon eventually stopped once your highs had subsided. he tiredly flipped you onto your back once more, tracing his rough fingers along your damp cheek.

“y’think anyone heard us?” you ask, voice breathy as your tired body rests comfortably beneath him.

“hard for em not to,” he replies, tracing his finger along your bottom lip before placing a soft kiss there.

and it was safe to say they’d definitely heard based on the looks they were giving the two of you the following morning. saxon smiled proudly, hand resting on your waist as the two of you walked past them, knowing he’d never have them foolishly questioning his abilities to pleasure his girl again.

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Umm I’m actually in love with you tysm😭🙏🏽 your pfp and banner is so tea oml

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treat me like a FOOL

nate and preppy reader

“treat me mean and cruel, but love me”

Their relationship is like something out of a soft, sunlit dream, the kind where everything feels simpler and sweeter, even when the world outside is hectic. Nate, with his laid-back nature, has always been drawn to her, this perfect mix of grace, warmth, and discipline. She, with her impeccable charm and fiery spirit, can’t help but soften around him. When they’re together, everything around them fades into the background. It’s just the two of them, laughing over the smallest things, sharing moments that feel timeless and tender.

Her parents don’t exactly see them as the perfect match. They don’t come right out and say it, but their eyes speak volumes when they’re around. They think it’s just a high school fling, one of those relationships that’ll burn brightly and fade away. They can’t imagine their daughter with someone like Nate. He’s not exactly the type they pictured for her, laid-back, a little unpredictable, not someone who fits the mold of what they’d want for their perfect, poised daughter. But she doesn’t care. What they don’t understand is that this isn’t just some teenage rebellion to get under their skin. It’s real. Nate makes her feel seen and understood, like she can just be herself without all the expectations hanging over her head.

Nate adores her. It’s almost to a fault. He’s completely, utterly obsessed with her in the purest, most innocent way. He loves the way her voice sounds when she’s serious, how her eyes light up when she talks about something she’s passionate about. He doesn’t need anything grand or perfect. Just her. And despite all the times she can be a little sharp with him, snapping when she’s stressed or frustrated, he doesn’t mind. In fact, he finds it endearing in a way. There’s a charm to how she’s so sure of herself, even when she’s not feeling perfect, and it draws him in even more. He doesn’t ever question why she chose him. He knows better than to ruin the magic of it all by overthinking. Why ask such a stupid question when what they have is enough?

They’re the couple everyone sees and assumes is just a fleeting thing. But the truth is, they can’t go long without being together. It’s not out of neediness, it’s simply that they fit. They balance each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that somehow match even when no one expects them to. There’s no big drama, no grand gestures. Just quiet, little moments: the way Nate lights up when she walks into a room, the way she lets her guard down when they’re alone together, even if she’s pretending not to care about how much she’s giving away.

Their love is innocent, pure, and a bit like puppy love, fresh and untainted, full of surprises and little quirks. People may not get it, but they don’t need to. They don’t need to explain themselves to anyone. It just works, and that’s all that matters. When Nate looks at her, it’s like he’s seeing everything he’s ever wanted in a way that feels both surreal and completely real. And when she looks at him, there’s a softness in her eyes that tells the story of everything she feels but doesn’t always say aloud. They’re young, but in each other, they’ve found something timeless.

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in my head all my 70s au characters all go to a school called Brighton High School and they’re all seniors having the time of their lives before college with their different friend groups. Interacting every so often in classes for projects and school fights and bullying freshman together.

introducing.. 70s WEIRD KID MARTIN

❛I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.❜

weird kid martin.. who overstimulates people to the absolute max. He’s not loud all the time, but his energy is constant, like he exists on a frequency just slightly off from the rest of the world. One second, he’s hyper-fixated on some insane conspiracy theory about pigeons not being real, and the next, he’s lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, mumbling about how weird it is that humans have teeth.

weird kid martin.. who is both the best and worst person to get high with. If you want to laugh so hard you forget how to breathe, he’s your guy. But if you’re prone to paranoia? God help you. Because he will absolutely say some shit like “What if your reflection moves a second too slow?” and then watch you spiral with genuine curiosity.

weird kid martin.. who somehow has a real girlfriend, Mandy, and no one understands how or why this happened. Mandy, who is mature and serious, who looks like she would never entertain someone like him, and yet, here she is, rolling her eyes but always hiding a smirk whenever he says something unhinged. No one questions it anymore. Some things in life just are.

weird kid martin.. who has never experienced social anxiety a day in his life. He can and will talk to anyone, anywhere, about anything. A stranger could be pumping gas next to him, and he’ll casually ask, “Hey, you ever think about how we’re all just meat sacks with electrical impulses?” Like that’s a normal thing to say.

weird kid martin.. whose humor is so weird it borders on uncomfortable. He says shit that makes you pause, wondering if you should be laughing or concerned. But then he hits you with the perfect delivery, and suddenly, you’re in tears, questioning your own sense of reality.

weird kid martin.. who is completely unbothered by 99% of people. You think you’ve insulted him? He does not care. He’s still sipping his Coke and talking about how people named Greg are more likely to own birds. But Hamzah? Hamzah is the only person who can actually hurt his feelings. One slightly-too-harsh comment from him, and Martin will spiral for days.

weird kid martin.. who is so impossible to read that you can never tell if he’s joking or not. He could say “I think I could fight a goose and win” with complete sincerity, and the worst part? He’s not joking. This is just who he is.

weird kid martin.. who is the last person you want as a partner for a group project, until you actually get him as your partner. Because suddenly, he’s the best person you could’ve worked with. He’s insanely smart (but only when it comes to schoolwork), and somehow, someway, he makes the most boring assignment feel like the funniest thing you’ve ever done.

weird kid martin.. who is underappreciatedly intelligent. He could be top of the class if he actually cared enough to apply himself. But he doesn’t. Because what’s more important, acing a test or figuring out why all horse girls have the exact same energy?

weird kid martin.. who is just Martin. No act. No persona. The weird shit he says? The way he thinks? That’s just how he is. He is a walking paradox, both completely unserious and accidentally profound, both exhausting and endlessly entertaining.

weird kid martin.. who is ridiculously loyal. Like, if he considers you a friend, that’s it. You’re his people now. No take-backs. If someone messes with you, they’re messing with him, and he is not afraid to make things weird until they regret it.

weird kid martin.. who treats every conversation like an improv bit, but the worst kind, where you’re not in on the joke and he’s completely committed to whatever bizarre thing he just made up. Like you could be having a normal conversation about sandwiches, and he’ll go, “Yeah, I used to be a sandwich in a past life.” And if you ask any follow-up questions, congratulations, you’re now trapped in a 20-minute bit about his experiences as a rogue ham and cheese.

weird kid martin.. who has a shockingly good music taste. Like, he listens to everything. Punk, jazz, psychedelic rock, old blues records, he doesn’t care about genres, just vibes. And somehow, he always finds the perfect song for every situation, like his brain is a jukebox with a mind of its own.

weird kid martin.. who definitely owns a ridiculous amount of weirdly specific t-shirts. Like a shirt that just says ‘Bigfoot is Real, and He Stole My Wallet’. Or one with a poorly drawn UFO that says ‘Get in, Loser’. He doesn’t actively seek them out. They just… find him.

taglist.. @italiansunsetss @b1gba11s @sylvanianngirl @st7rnioioss-alt @sincerelykelsss @throatgoat4u @wiseladypoetry @gracieabrmslvr @sweetangelgirl7 @pearlzier @1-hypegvrl @piperrrr-16 @mackyyyk @luna443 @flowerxbunnie @cwemetrys @calliepie @cupidsword @notaboutlovebyfiona @recklesssturniolo @littlebookworm803 @blissfulxsins @camsturnz @st7rnioioss @rempessturniolo @yearlyism

I NEED some Saxon requests guys please im begging