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deoidesign · 28 days

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I'm sorry if what I say is wrong in any way, I don't mean to offend you, it's just something I'm not completely sure about. Does Adam use he/they or they/them pronouns? I think I saw a post of yours where you said that Adam uses he/they, but it was a while ago and now I'm not completely sure (and I don't want to use the wrong pronouns)

I know you don't mean anything by it, but I am sad that so many of the asks I get start with people saying "I'm sorry, I don't want to offend you" or some variation thereof, followed by completely normal questions. I think I may have been responding too harshly to too many things and given the impression that I'll jump at people for being wrong...

But asking clarifying questions is always okay. I mean, it's also okay to be wrong and even offensive. What matters is if you learn from it when someone points out that it was wrong or offensive. I won't stop telling people they're saying something hurtful if they are, but I don't want that to lead people to be scared of me or something.

Correcting people is always just about correcting them, not hurting them. It's okay to need to be corrected, were all learning new things every day.

Anyways Adam uses he/they, you remembered correctly

#i dont like when people pry about personal things #especially not when it's accusatory. I'm admittedly sensitive to a lifetime of people denying my identity #people saying i dont count as bi. or nonbinary. or disabled.#and so i tend to take questions around these as people trying to 'sus me out' as a fake or something...#and I'm always going to try to explain. generally gently... how these things are hurtful to me personally #or in the case of my characters how certain things can (in my opinion) be harmful mindsets to have #but i dont carry them with me and im not mad #im just 26 and kinda tired of making myself small to make other people more comfortable.#so. if im uncomfortable ill just say jt!#and ill do my best to explain why so people can maybe learn from it #but as someone who. i talked about this recently elsewhere. as someone who has anger management issues #and unfortunately has had to deal with people i care deeply about being scared of me...#it just makes me sad to see anons being scared of me.#that's all #im not upset or anything. just trying to be a better person.#I'm learning everyday too #asks #anon

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evansbby · 1 year

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this is so daddy Ari with needy!R 😫 Ari having to leave his baby girl for a week because of work and comes home to R immediately clinging onto him like a koala and crying bc she missed daddy so much and Ari carries her to their bedroom and takes care of her for the rest of the day 😫😫😫

so fucking hot omg 🥵

I can totally imagine slow, lazy make-out sessions like this with dumb innocent!reader and Ari who is the oldest in the friend group 😌 Ari knows that reader has a crush on him and he’s such a daddy, he thinks she’s really cute. Sometimes reader gets all stressed from work and Ari convinces her that it’s okay for friends to make out as a way to calm down. He then proceeds to slowly make out with her while he holds her in his lap, and then poor reader doesn’t even realise it when she’s naked and against his hairy daddy chest. How did that even happen? Doesn’t matter bc Ari’s fingering her now, slowly and steadily while whispering between kisses that “it’s okay, baby. This is perfectly normal. Let daddy take care of you, okay? You can be my baby for now.” And reader is sooo submissive and needy and just cuddles up against Ari’s hairy chest and sobs as she’s being fingered for the first time while Ari kisses her and she’s just in heaven 😩😩😩

#I WANT JT SO BAD #THIS VIDEO WITH ARI????#HE WOUKD BE SO WARM AND DADDY PLS #anon #nsft link

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floweroflaurelin · 9 months

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What does it mean, you were too gay in the smashburger? I'm sorry about your purse ;_; I love the details in the painting,the Winchester plsuh is so cute!

Yeah I was being gay in the Smashburger (restaurant) (on a trip to another country) and when I got up to leave my purse had been stolen

Top 10 Photos Taken Moments Before Disaster

In my defence I enjoy women’s wrestling and I have some very pretty friends ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Who needs a credit card anyway

#I mean it wasn’t that funny when it happened but I am trying very hard to make it funny now haha #and actually they used the cards in my purse to take 1200$ out of my account which is uhhhh bad #(Im inthe process of getting jt back)#but haha whatever it’s fine now! I have a replacement epipen now which is arguably the most important thing that was taken #ask #anon #my face #also thanks I had a lot of fun with the painting details! the Winchester plush was suggested by someone online :D

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badlydrawn-brostrider · 5 months

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looking good mr. strider! :D

-@aviansaffection

[ You're a little too shocked at apparently being GOD TIER???? to really process the compliment. Anon powers are scary. ]

#HI WELCOME ANDND #also hes not really god tier jts just an outfit #he doesnt know that tho hes just sbocked at suddenly being dressed like a godtier #and being given salami #forgive his head emptyness #he'll figure it out once Dirk starts laughing hysterically at him #bro strider #dirk strider #homestuck ask blog #hom3stuck #homestuck #anon asks #🦩 anon #blog timeline what blog timeline that doesnr exist #timeline bends to my will for whatever is funniest

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future-mr-darcy · 4 months

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You go get him Mr. Hood! I believe in you!

🪷

This is so sweet that I am not going to correct you for calling me Red Hood.

#🪷 anon #jason todd #jason todd rp #jt musings #red hood #the red hood debate

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misshoneyimhome · 9 hours

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Yes John Tavares also that totally fine just wondering for the future

We can def do more on him in the future bb 😊 I actually think I’ve got a few ideas, but feel free to remind me if I forget to write about him 🙏🏼

#my asks #jt anon

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finiffy · 1 year

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I just wacked my head on the ceiling, idk how because im 5 foot lol, also my name is James.

- J.T

Rip

#fin answers #jt anon

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comphy-and-cozy · 7 months

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Did I spend this morning rereading A Dream Come True again?

Yep. Zero regrets.

I wouldn’t object to peek ins on them if the urge ever hit to write more on this just saying 👀🫶🏻

this is very sweet and I am so very glad that you enjoyed it! because, well...

mastermind - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) - A Dream Come True universe

Word Count: ~1.8K

Author’s Note: I’m sorry Ghost lol

Warnings: references to sex, implied smut, language, the usual banter; otherwise, just some ~relationship development~ and an update on my fav duo ♥️🐙

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January 2024

The email lies buried beneath the myriad of holiday marketing newsletters you ignored and let build up in your inbox. Sales that have long since passed, codes like ‘HOLIDAY20’ and ‘HAPPYNYE’ expired from stores you shopped at once and never unsubscribed from the marketing.

It’s a Wednesday evening, and you’re sitting on the couch doing your best to mass delete the influx of unread emails from the past three months after receiving the notification that your storage is running low. A knit blanket covers your legs, and the scent of tobacco and teakwood drifts to you from the candle on your coffee table.

“What’re you giggling about over here?”

JT’s low timbre echoes behind you, the sound followed by the soft padding of his feet as he approaches the couch with a bowl of popcorn. His favorite nighttime snack, you’ve grown to learn over the past three months, so you started stocking your pantry with a box.

You aren’t sure exactly when things became so domestic and natural with him, only blissfully aware of the steady thump of your heart in your chest when his texts come through or the warmth that fills you whenever he kisses you. You’ve managed to get comfortable with his presence, craving it the same way you crave a sweet snack before bed, but you’re still adjusting to the idea that this is real. That he’s still here, returning to your bed, dutifully—eagerly—after every road trip.

Every time, he’ll sigh, find solace in the warmth of your arms, press his lips against your skin. He’ll fuck you, God, he’ll fuck you; somehow never failing to reveal a new place inside of you that blooms pleasure. Your body has never sang the way it does for JT, expertly coaxing melodies out of you that you didn’t know you knew.

But sometimes, he just lays, content to feel your warmth against his, head resting heavy on your chest until his breathing becomes steady and sleep takes him. His expression softens, hair falling out of its styled coif, wrinkles settling into the lines of his t-shirt—if he hasn’t already removed it. In those moments, you defy the heaviness of your eyelids to simply gaze at him, memorizing the shape of him in your bed, curled up against you underneath the blankets that will forever be embedded with his scent.

You can’t decide which you like more.

“I just got an email inviting me to the Toast of Hockeytown event in February,” you reply, accepting the weight of him on the cushion beside you before you steal a kernel from his bowl—your bowl. “‘Fans can look forward to enjoying live entertainment, culinary delights, drinks, and desserts while mingling with the entire Red Wings team, coaches, select alumni, and other local celebrities.’”

JT hums. “Sounds like an event you can’t miss. A chance to meet them?”

“I better make sure I wear my nicest dress. One that really shows off the goods, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” he agrees, eyes flicking to your chest—though it’s covered by a t-shirt, you can feel the heat from his gaze. “Think maybe you’ll get to fuck one of them?”

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth and you shove his arm at his crass joke. “It would be a good opportunity to try and snag someone’s number.”

“Oooh, maybe Larkin? He’s dreamy.”

“Nah, he’s too popular,” you shake your head. “Can’t aim so high as the captain. Gotta go for lower-hanging fruit. Maybe one of the new guys. Ghosty, you think?”

There’s the briefest flash in JT’s eyes that you would’ve missed had you not been watching for it. You catch it, though, smug with yourself that you’ve one-upped him at his own game.

“Heard his dick is small.” He feigns indifference, but you see the glint in his eyes. Your favorite eyes.

“You really want me thinking about Ghost’s dick?”

JT shrugs. “I’m the one sitting on your couch eating your popcorn. And I’m gonna be the one in your bed later.”

Check mate. The nonchalance paired with his confidence makes you weak—he’s right, and he knows it. You could have every one of them fawning over you, and you’d still pick him, every time. Once the joke falls and the silence settles, the sound of the Brooklyn 99 intro plays softly on the television in front of you.

As your mouse hovers over the ‘delete’ button, you’re reminded of the similar event you attended over two years ago—the one that led you to the man sitting beside you. You reminisce on how you spent days deciding on what to wear, even going so far as to get your hair blown out beforehand. Looking back, you’re a bit embarrassed at the effort, but as you feel the warmth of JT’s leg pressed against yours, you think to yourself it was worth it.

“I came to Denver specifically to meet you,” you blurt out, then freeze when you realize what you’ve just admitted to. Your heart thuds in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears as he pauses, three kernels of popcorn in his fingers halfway to his mouth.

Testing a glance at him, you’re surprised to see him pop each puff between his lips, one by one, taking his time chewing. Then, “I know.”

“You know?”

“You kn—the entire time?”

“The entire time.”

A sigh accompanied by a tidal wave of relief washes over you. If he knew, and was still here, it couldn’t have bothered him that much. “Do I want to know how?”

“Jus’ know,” he says with another shrug. Then your favorite glimmer shines in the warm chocolate of his eyes, the kind when he’s really feeling the banter. You love him like this. “You’re a bit of a whore when you’re desperate.”

“Joseph!”

An auburn eyebrow raises and he smirks. “You really gonna argue with me on that?”

Your silence is an answer enough, accompanied by flits of how he’s had you begging him on more than one occasion; you resist the urge to smack him at the smug ‘I told you so’ expression on his stupid, handsome face. “You’re not… creeped out?”

“Told you already,” he says around another mouthful of popcorn. “M’flattered. I think it’s cute.”

Heat simmers in your cheeks as you tell yourself you have no reason not to believe him; he’s still there, still eating popcorn out of the faded, red bowl you got from Target when you moved into your dorm at U of M.

It’s another few moments before he says something that catches you off guard.

“I came for you.”

There’s an air of hesitation about him, like maybe he’s been mulling it over as he finishes the last few bites of popcorn before offering you the remaining kernels in the bottom of the bowl. A peace offering, maybe, like he wants to even the playing field now that you’ve confessed something so private. Funny how this isn’t the first time this has happened to you with regards to him.

“What?”

“That night. At Tin Roof.” The second time we met.

“I know you did. You were inside me.”

JT smiles at your snark, a spark glinting in his eye as if he’s replaying the memory in his head. “No, I mean… I suggested that bar to the guys because I knew you were there.”

“What are you talking about?”

He clears his throat. “After we met—the first time—I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to find you. I kept waiting to get a tagged photo from you, but never did, so… I started combing through my followers.”

Your eyebrows raise, heart swelling at the idea of making such an impact on him that he’d go through such an effort to find you.

“It took me awhile, but I finally found you,” he continues. “Imagine my disappointment when you were private.”

You hum, waiting with baited breath to hear the rest of his story. The memory of posting the photo of you and him comes to mind, his hand placement just visible on your side that gives you butterflies to this day, despite him having touched you far more intimately since then.

“I’d check back once in awhile whenever you crossed my mind. Still, private. I even made a habit of checking my DM’s in case you decided to message me after we won the Cup.”

“Hard to get,” you tease with a smile. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

His eyes glint again, acknowledging your quip—because you sure fucking have kept him on his toes. “And then I got a call from Steve Yzerman.”

The breath in your lungs stands still.

“We talked—and I loved what he had to say, don’t get me wrong; Detroit really had been on my radar for awhile—but after I hung up the phone, I went to check your page. Figured it couldn’t hurt. And you weren’t private anymore. And, by all accounts, you appeared to be single.”

You’re doing your best to keep your jaw from resting on the floor, absorbing his candid confession with no shortage of disbelief. Part of you wonders if this is a long, elaborate play to tease you for how you lusted after him.

“Saw the picture of us,” he adds. “And the caption, too.”

A grin breaks out onto your face at his reference. It had been funny at the time, so far-fetched, unthinkable that the contrast between then and now hits you in the chest. Call me JT xoxo, it had said.

“Thought you said I wasn’t the reason you signed.”

“You were… encouraging,” he says with a smirk. You don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to your body. You don’t expect he meant for you to miss it.

As tempted as you are to take that concupiscent gaze and use it to quell the heat that’s simmering between your legs, you can’t resist probing just a little more to see what else you can glean out of him. “So… the bar?”

“Oh, right,” he blinks, like he forgot he was telling a story; you can practically see the dirty images conjured in his eyes as they float away. “Pretty straightforward, really—before we went out that night, I checked your story, on a whim. You tagged the bar.”

“Joseph Taylor Compher, were you stalking me?”

For the first time, a tinge colors the pretty ivory of his cheeks and his expression turns… bashful? “Does it count as stalking if it’s on your public page?”

“I’m sure the police might have something different to say,” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s only if I harassed you,” JT says. “And I’m pretty confident I did quite the opposite of that.”

He nudges your knee playfully, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you blew my mind, whatever, whatever.”

“You blew mine too, baby,” he adds, the tinge of huskiness in his voice undeniable. “But you knew that.”

And later, after he’s thoroughly appreciated your travel efforts to Denver, when your cheek is pressed against the warm skin on his chest, you whisper, “I can’t believe you were playing 4D chess this entire time.”

“What can I say? I’m a mastermind.”

#a dream come true #jt compher fic #jt compher fanfic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #jt compher x reader #anon asks

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decaydanceredacted · 6 days

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That video of pre-h Patrick tied up in the van has been a jumping off point for so many imagines of mine.

Like we all know he was such a little brat. Maybe sometimes when he is just being way too annoying Joe and Pete hold him down and gag him (with what is up too u, but we know they had dirty boxers laying around a lot) and tie his hands behind his back with spare cables so he can’t undo it. He wiggles around and tries to bitch at them for a while but gives up after he can’t get out and just sits and pouts. They enjoy the silence so they leave him like that, Andy focused on the dark road with Metallic blasting and maybe Joe has nodded off with Patrick starting too. Pete smirks and climbs over to when they’ve shoved Patrick back and licks up his neck. Patrick squeaks and glares at him until Pete starts to undo Patricks too tight girl jeans and he starts to yelp and thrash about. Pete pulls of his dick and starts gently stroking it making Patrick’s yells turn into short breaths. He starts softly moaning through the gag and Pete smirks harder. “This is all you wanted huh, some attention? That why you were being such a brat? Maybe I should do this to get you to shut up more often huh.” Patrick is breathing hard through his nose, light headed by the lack of oxygen. “I think you just need a cock in you. I’ll give you your fix when we get to the hotel okay baby. Such a good boy for me, such a good cock slut.” And Patrick cums into Pete’s hand with a high whine with Pete giggling, “You sound like a girl when you cum ‘trick.”

Patrick goes back to glaring when he comes down but Pete just gives him a light kiss over the gag and scoots back over. Patrick blushes at the kiss but then turns red when he realizes that Pete left his now cum covered cock out. He gestures towards Pete too please put it back in his pants but Pete just raises his eyebrows,

“You didn’t think you weren’t gonna get punished for being a brat the whole day? Andy and Joe should get a chance to use you for an apology too baby.”

and puts in his headphones.

Sorry if this was a rant

Can i maybe be 🦷 tooth if u don’t have one yet?

#ps #pw #jt #ah #ah + jt + ps + pw #ps + pw #cnc tag #tooth anon #co signed because that was some real shit you just said

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running-with-kn1ves · 11 months

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i got inspired and wrote this 🙈 you can add on or ignore if u want

TA!Yves who is soooo charming with his soft blonde hair and accented words. And he's always kissing your hand when you come in or giving you a wink when you get a question right (squeezing your thigh under the table when he's assisting you with work)

He's so sweet and handsome, of course the other girls in class want to join in the fun. They twirl their hair and push up their chest when he comes around, something he tactically avoids (if only they could see the way his jaw clenches itself slightly every time) it's not until a brave girl asks him out directly that he embarrasses her, letting it slip to the whole class how dumb she is, but he says it so sweetly, he can't be doing it out of malice.

Tw for abuse but personally i feel yves would hurt someone for reader so if that girl happened to be reader's bully or tried spreading rumors about reader and yves then she would find herself in a difficult position.

Anyways, the whole class thinks its an inside joke and cute how yves has a little crush on you- you should definitely say yes and give him a chance. What's the worst that can happen?

-(can i be yves anon? Or 📸 anon) i have more thoughts after reading the facetime bf smut but ill just send this for now hehe

Slayyy 😩. Why am I obsessed with him getting flirty under the table though-- BUT I feel like he almost has this level of class to it. He's not super grabby just to feel the reader up, he wants to invoke a reaction in them, to feel their legs try to shut as he so gently glides his fingers. He gets quieter, almost lulling you to come closer to hear, trying to make reader put their guard down. The touch of his ticklish fingertips on one's palm gliding up their forearm can leave anybody weak-kneed.

And don't get me started on the rest of the school population-- a foreign student with the voice of a soft baby angel?? It breeds competition, but there's something so strange in how he only seems to purposely annoy one particular person, giving only them more than the bear minimum of courtesies 🤔. I could see Yves being the type to allow an "unfortunate accident" to befall any threats to his and readers relationship.

Yves as a tutor though-- creating studying rewards that only really serve to reward him. Or even bringing reader to the back of the library during a study sesh to sneak quiet kisses against the bookshelves and hushed words of affection in his native tongue.

#📸Anon you popped off with this one ngl #I love Yves' gentle manipulative behavior and jts a joy to write #He's like an seemingly innocent and cute little guy that turns out to also gaslight girlboss #kn1ves rants #knives rants #yandere #male yandere #writing #self insert #yandere x reader #Tw yandere

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