Having A Boyfriend With Strict Parents Is So Weird Like

guys I made the draft of the boys in my class.

Watson had just set his stuff down on the ground next to the bleachers, it was a Friday, they got to play in the gym. Cooper walked in right before the bell. Watson could feel the thoughts coming on, last time Cooper was in here, he had pulled him behind the curtains and made out with him, and no one saw it.

Cooper came up to him, smirking. “Hey, Watson.~” Watson played it off, calling him gay for the 100th time this week, and everyone scoffed, especially the popular homophobic boys.

“I'm not gay, stop trying to flirt with me.” He said, and to anyone else it would've been convincing, but not Cooper, he knew better.

Cooper got close to his ear, whispering for the sake of his pride, and his confidence. “That's not what you were saying yesterday.” Watson blushed, why would he bring that up? He tried to play it off, whispering to Cooper: “Act, please, I can't have them knowing, yet.”

Lmk if y'all want me to publish the (currently being made) other parts !!

Long Distance (smut) ❤️‍🔥

The notification pinged on my phone, and I couldn’t help but grin. It was her—Y/N. My girl. The same girl who slid into my Twitter DMs with a boldness that still made my heart skip. “Hey, I’ve been watching your streams. You’re hot. Wanna fuck?” That was her opening line. Straightforward. Confident. Perfect.

I’d been skeptical at first. Twitter was a wild place, and I’d gotten my fair share of weird messages. But something about her tone, her humor, the way she matched my energy—it hooked me. We exchanged a few bantering tweets, and before I knew it, she was in my Discord DMs. The conversation flowed so naturally, like we’d known each other for years. And when I asked her to be my girlfriend, she didn’t hesitate. “Hell yes,” she’d typed back, and I could practically hear her laugh through the screen.

But here we were, months later, still separated by miles and screens. Not that it stopped us. We texted constantly, sent voice memos, and FaceTimed whenever we could. And when the mood struck? Well, let’s just say we’d mastered the art of virtual intimacy.

My phone vibrated again, and I swiped open the notification. It was a picture—a mirror selfie. She was in her bedroom, wearing one of my hoodies that I’d sent her. It swallowed her frame, but the way she smirked at the camera, her eyes dark with intent, made my stomach flip. Beneath the picture was a message: “Missed you today. Wanna make it up to me?”

I could feel my pulse quicken as I typed back. “What’d you have in mind?”

Her response came almost instantly. “FaceTime me. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I hit the call button, and she answered almost immediately. Her face filled the screen, and god, she looked good. Her hair was slightly messy, like she’d just woken up, and her lips curved into that same teasing smile I’d fallen for.

“Hey, baby,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “You been busy?”

“Just work stuff,” I said, my eyes flicking down to where the hoodie slipped off one shoulder. “But I’m all yours now.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned back against her pillows, the hoodie riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about you all day. About what I’d do if you were here.”

I swallowed hard, already feeling the heat building in my chest. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

She bit her lip, her eyes locking with mine through the screen. “I’d start by taking this hoodie off. But slowly, you know? Just to tease you.”

My breath hitched as she reached for the hem of the hoodie, pulling it up inch by inch. The fabric clung to her skin before finally slipping off, revealing the lace bra she wore underneath. My mouth went dry.

“Like what you see?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

“Fuck, yes,” I managed to choke out. My hand instinctively moved to my waistband, but I stopped myself. This was her show, and I wasn’t going to rush it.

She smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. “Good. Because I’m not done yet.” She shifted on the bed, her hand trailing down her stomach and hovering just above the waistband of her skirt. “What do you think’s under here?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just shook my head, my eyes glued to the screen.

She laughed softly, her fingers hooking into the fabric and sliding it down her legs. My stomach clenched as I saw the matching lace panties, and I could feel my cock straining against my jeans.

“You’re killing me,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

Her eyes darkened, and she leaned closer to the camera. “Then come here and stop me.”

I groaned, the ache in my chest mixing with the one between my legs. “You know I can’t.”

“I know,” she whispered, her hand sliding up her thigh and disappearing beneath the lace. Her breath hitched, and her lids fluttered shut for a moment before she looked back at me. “But you can watch. Can’t you?”

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. She moaned softly as her fingers moved, her hips arching off the bed. The sound went straight to my cock, and I finally gave in, unzipping my jeans and freeing myself.

Her eyes followed my movements, and when she saw what I was doing, her smirk returned. “That’s it, baby. Touch yourself for me. Imagine it’s my hand.”

I groaned, wrapping my fingers around myself and stroking slowly. My eyes never left the screen, watching as her fingers worked themselves deeper, her moans growing louder.

“Fuck, Alex,” she gasped, her back arching. “I wish it was you. I wish you were here, fucking me like I know you want to.”

“Me too,” I grunted, my hand moving faster. “You feel so good, don’t you?”

She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “So good. But it’d be better with you. Always better with you.”

Her words pushed me closer to the edge, and I could feel the pressure building. “Y/N, I’m close.”

“Me too,” she panted. “Come with me, baby. Come for me.”

Her voice was the last straw. I bit back a groan as I came, my vision blurring for a moment. When I looked back at the screen, she was trembling, her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted in a silent cry. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she smiled, her face flushed and her hair a tangled mess. “I love you, Alex.”

I smiled back, my heart swelling despite the distance. “I love you too, Y/N.”

She sighed, snuggling into her pillows. “One day, this won’t just be virtual. One day, you’ll be here. With me.”

“One day,” I agreed, my voice soft. “I promise.”

She reached for her phone, her eyes heavy with sleep. “Stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Always,” I said, watching as her eyes drifted shut. Her breathing evened out, and soon she was asleep, her face peaceful and beautiful.

I stayed on the call, just watching her, my heart aching with how much I wanted to close the distance between us. One day, I thought. One day, I’ll hold her for real.

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

hi, I've gotten so much of these so commonly, so can someone tell me if these are fake? Sorry if they aren't, but the fact that they come so, so often, as in weekly to the same account (mine) is a little suspicious.

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QUACKITY DRABBLE

based on these pics/clips from the user on TikTok:

(He just looks so submissive I had to)

Notes: Fem!reader x Drunk!Sub!Alex

Relationship: Pre-established romantic & sexual

TW's: SMUT, alcohol (obviously), degradation and choking kinks, no others as far as I'm aware!

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You got home and quackity was streaming (like the pics) and you're obviously caught off-guard

He was drunk.

He was in the 'drunk silly' kinda mood, not good for the stream to see now that you were there, though

He'd make grabby hands at you, giggling while he was getting hard

You'd giggle a little as he called to you, you still not being in view on stream

"No, Alex, you're streaming and you know I don't like media attention." You say, and he did it again, calling your name

"Y/N...pleeeeease?" Alex says, stretching out your name accidentally, he was so needy it was embarrassing almost

You went behind him, your hands going over his chest, laying them there as you speak. "You sure you should be streaming like this?"

To which he groaned in protest, but gently put his hands to rest on your wrist, caressing them softly

"Yeah! What are you gonna do? Stop me?" Alex says, his words slurring together as he weakly spoke

To that, you roll your eyes, taking your hands off him, as if punishing him in a way. You walked to the kitchen stool, facing him next to the setup

"Alex, come on. You need to, so say bye to the stream or i'll go back to my room." You say, it was a tone that the stream started spamming about, and Alex rolled his eyes at

"Hey! Stop calling her hot! She's mine!" He says making a huff noise, but, after, following you're instructions, he says a reluctant goodbye and turns off the stream

And you smile, teasing and happy

"Don't look at me like thaaat..." He'd drag out, now showing how desperate he actually was for you, urging you over with grabby hands, not wanting to get up, thinking he might fall

And you, of course, go over. Sitting on his lap as he grunts weakly, his hands sliding to your hips, squeezing them softly

You chuckle to yourself, putting your hands on his and rubbing them gently.

"Mmm...hermosa, you're so pretty...." he says.

Already saying sweet nothings? Damn.

He starts to kiss your neck and squeeze your hips tighter, and it turns into him giving you love bites and hickeys really quick...

You stop him for a second, turning to face him, sitting on his lap, feeling his hard dick

"That desperate, already? Come on, at least take me to the bedroom, 'lex."

And he groaned, annoyed at having to stop, but he picked you up bridal style and carried you upstairs

But he didn't pin you on the bed, but he started begging you.

"Please? I need you to dominate me, please?" He stringed out, and you did

You smirked, pushing him with your hand and he softly hit on the beds surface, and he was so desperate, he was already taking his pants off.

You did, too. Having a lace lingerie set on already....

God, he was throbbing

You smirked him, going down on his cock, facing him and having a soft grip on his neck

He'd moan and beg, incoherent words and mumbles, "H-Hmmm...mami-"

You cut him off, squeezing his neck tighter, making him moan, "Words, slut." And he fucking groaned, rolling his head back.

"Mhm....I-Harder-please....."

It went like that forever, unt eventually, he was begging, and begging, as in he almost couldn't stop

He wanted to cum for you so bad.

"Mmm, Mami, mami, mami, please....I need it please....I'll be good--please!" He drawled out, tears at the edges of his eyes

You smirked up at him, running your thumb over the tip of his dick, making his hips jerk up and made him moan out loud, groaning.

"Fine, I'll let you, slut"

You teased as you stroked him harshly, taking him in your mouth occasionally.

It didn't take long before he was shaking and cumming him your arms

"Mami! Mmm...! S-So....good......" He screamed out for you, the neighbors must've hated you guys.

"Mhm~ good little slut~" You cooed as you stroked him through his orgasm

"Ughh.....mami...." He says, making grabby hands at you, at which you crawled up next to him, you holding him as he nuzzled his face in your unclothed tits

That was probably round one, he was a switch, y'know.

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME POSTING SMUT😭

gotta confirm it IS me

This is literally pointless but who cares atp

New account

I'm Kuu (i-got-a-little-too-silly) but laptop!

Honestly just expect reposts. This account IS sfw

unlike my other one

but yeah!

GUYS I CONFESSED

To the boy I was talking about but Watson x Cooper, that old fanfic so basically this is how it went down

*The scene is set at the class playing Mumball, and we were all packing up REALLY quick bc the bell had rang and I walked up to him*

"Hiii"

*He groans, bc he was doing multiple things at once* "What?"

"You look good in my hair tie, with it put up--ANYWAY here's this" *I say, before giving him a really scrunched up note, with my phone number, before going out the math class*

I KID YOU NOT, EVERY WORD AAAAGGGHHHHH!!

Also we were practically flirting on with each other, I think this is my love story, dude.

And I will write quackity if I get asks about it.