Hi there! My name is Melanie but I normally go by mel or some variation of that.
I'm 18 and my pronouns are she/her
You may find me posting about: the sims, audrey hobert, taylor swift, handsome hockey players, or just my life in general
My blog is a safe space for everyone, so please hop off if you disagree.
Disclaimer: I do write some stuff that is 18+, and while it will be marked, read at your own discretion. Each fic has warnings at the beginning if you need it.
coming up behind him in the kitchen and just wrapping your arms around his waist, a firm set of abs covered by a soft lil tummy.
laying your head on his stomach while watching an 80’s movie that has a great soundtrack but definitely didn’t age well, head bouncing and vibrating every time he talks or laughs.
his stomach pressing into yours when he’s fucking you missionary, flushed and freckled because his irish skin will always always always give him away.
his warm, soft tummy squished up against your back when he has you in a lethal cuddle in bed (more like a headlock, you’re not going anywhere) your skin sticking together
the lil peek of tummy when he lifts his arms to stretch or grab something that you definitely try to bite if you’re in the comfort of your own home. even better if you can see one of your old bite marks fading.
imagine you and jack are having sex; he’s fucking you nice and deep, making your toes curl, and when you’re both close to cumming, he grabs your hips and guides his fat cock against that one hypersensitive spot inside you and asks "gonna cum for me sweetheart?"
but you shake your head rapidly and say “no ,hmph”
jack thinks he’s misheard, so he asks again “come on baby , i can feel how close you are ,cum for me ,cum for jackie” but all he gets in return are your tear-filled eyes, a pouting mouth and another shake of the head.
and it’s all because a few minutes earlier he was being mean and teased you, so now you’re determined to upset him, and jack gives in straight away.
he pulls you close to his massive body and whispers into your hair how sorry he is and that "daddy will never do that again" , while his cock assaults your puffy and overstimulated pussy, making you squirt within seconds...oh i'm so wet
jack talking you through it when you struggle to take his cock...
you’re trying, trying so desperately to let jack in, but his cock is so thick, so long – you feel as if he’s rearranging your insides, when in reality only half of him is inside you.
you pull him towards you, needing the closeness more than ever, because the feeling of being stretched, caused by jack, is making you incredibly overwhelmed. your body is hot and needy, your eyes are wet , and your lips are open because of the moans that have long since been escaping from your throat without your consent.
and jack just holds you through it all. his large, calloused hands wrap around your smaller body; his lips kiss the top of your head in an almost fatherly manner, murmuring sweet words to you nearly nonstop to help you take his cock deeper into your small puffy pussy.
"you’re stretching so beautifully for me, sweetheart" he says hoarsely, stroking your hips with his thumbs while his cock sinks deeper into you, making you gasp for air "you take every inch of me so well, so very well. that's it."
he pushes further into you, and your reaction is almost immediate. your sensitive walls clench around him and your body arches as if you were a cat in heat.
"jack…oh" you moan pitifully, your hands clutching his broad, muscular shoulders, and jack immediately leans down to be closer, to give you the comfort you crave, kissing away the tears that threaten to spill over.
"it’s all right. i’ve got you. breathe, sweetheart, just breathe" he whispers, cupping your jaw in one of his rough hands, and you nestle into it straight away, closing your eyes "you’re doing so good. your sweet pussy is opening up so beautifully. we're almost there."
and when he’s finally buried deep inside you, you feel full – so utterly full. your foggy mind feels as though his cock is no longer in your belly but down your throat. you feel as though you can barely breathe or move, and your pussy spasms intensely around him, tormenting him sweetly.
but jack ignores it completely because, at that moment, you’re the one who matters most; you’re his priority , his precious little girl.
Hey Hockey RPF readers and writers. I’ve had no motivation to write anything since my two fics and honestly, i’m not so proud of them. I wanna feel motivated to write, so I decided I’m gonna write little blurbs for the ideas I have and then if people like them, turn them into actual fic! So.. I figured I’d do a poll on what people wanna see! Vote down below on which blurb you wanna see written, and I’ll write whichever one wins!
Which blurb/fic do you wanna see?
Connor Bedard doesn’t realize what girls go through on their periods.
Macklin Celebrini has a very sensitive girlfriend and he babies her.
We have a winner! And.. this is a little awkward! I fully expected the Connor one to win, and lowkey started planning that out. But, that’s okay! I have a plan for the Macklin one too, and hopefully I’ll be able to get my ideas out on the page. I’m not sure exactly when I’ll release it, but hopefully I will by the end of the week. I think with Battle of the Blurbs I wanna start posting the poll every sunday, and write the fic throughout the week, and have that be my schedule.
Also- I’d like everyone’s opinion on how I should choose the next poll.
Should I… (Look down below poll for option descriptions)
OPTION A, Reuse prompt that lost
OPTION B, Two new prompts
Voting ended onJul 9
So basically what I’m unsure of is if for the next poll should it either be
A: Option 1 is the Connor Bedard period fic again, and option 2 is a new idea.
OR
B: Two new ideas from my list. (And eventually put the Connor Bedard period fic in some other time.)
Wait i totally fucking lied and haven’t written a single word of either of those fics!!!! Uh oh! But i was on vacation and I have a job (ew) so hopefully when i have down time i’ll write some lol :p
ditzy!reader who drives a car with a license plate cover that says “princess.” everyone else always laughs or playfully rolls their eyes when she pulls into work, but jack is totally smitten. eyeing it down as she parks (terribly) and smirking when robby leans over “seriously?” “oh yeah. big time. drives me crazy, actually.” he smiles as you bounce over, your keys shaking as you happily wave, “hi jackie!” “hi babycakes!” and jack throws his arm around your shoulders <3
please wear sunscreen!!! I've seen "fuck the beauty industrial complex" posts about complicated skincare regimens and am 100% with them except sometimes they mention sunscreen and no. no. absolutely not. sunscreen is a wonderful supportive friend who wants to keep you safe, and you should let her do it. throw out all your other cosmetics and skincare products if you want, but keep your sunscreen. and if you're not wearing sunscreen, start wearing it!!!! this is not about terror of aging, this is not about every tiny imperfection our fucked-up culture has made you feel insecure about, this is about protecting yourself from skin cancer. wear the damn sunscreen.
18+ ⫶ SADLE UP SHY GIRL ℘ requested
timid, yet needy reader rides jack abbot for the first time.
this typically isn’t how things would go.
you wouldn’t be barricading either side of your boyfriend’s hips with your thighs, slowly rocking your hips in his — watching the way his dick disappears between the folds of your pussy before peeking back out as the blush colored tip grazes sweet against your clit.
“what happened to waitin’, sweet’art?” jack grunts, steadying himself against the mattress, propping onto the back of his elbows. his eyes fixated on just how desperate your movements really are, while grinding flush against his cock and whimpering softly.
“i can’t wait …” you whine, almost too desperately as you rock your hips deeper into his. it honestly felt as if your clit was about the burst. the way it throbbed with each passing friction of skin to skin contact — you need it, you need him.
you pulled one of your hands underneath your body, soft palms fumbling at jack’s length, trying to grab at it. earning a groan from jack because what a fucking sight to behold — his pretty girl, you… trying so hard to make yourself feel good on his cock.
he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t harder than ever before, watching the same girl he’d fuck into mattress missionary-style while hiding her face with a pillow on top of him right now.
“tryna’ be a big girl, huh?” he teases with a grin, flashing one of his canines as he reaches a hand underneath you — dwarfing your hand that’s holding the base of his length as he wraps his hand over yours.
“gotta lift those hips up a bit more.” he rasps low and gruff, giving your ass a soft tap with his free hand. “yeah— that’s it, baby.” he praises as you raise your hips while he positions himself in a way that’ll make it easier for him to ease in. “and, juuusttt like that.” he drags out the vowel as he guides your hips down before you’re pushing his hands away from your hips.
your palms pressed flat against his chest, trying to find an equilibrium of balance while tucking your under his thighs. “oh? guess you know what you’re doing, yeah?” his eyebrows raise, and the corner of his eyes wrinkle once he lets out an amused chuckle.
a warm buzzing feeling runs through your body when you nod your head. your lips pursed together as you slowly allow yourself to sink further down into jack’s lap — such an overwhelming stretch, feeling the way he stuffs you full almost immediately as the head of his dick nudges against the hilt.
“oh—f-fuck ..” a moan escapes your throat, before catching your bottom lip in-between your teeth in attempt to stifle the sounds you’re making. you lift your hips, your walls involuntarily squeezing around jack’s length as you drop your ass against his pelvis with a broken moan.
you’re raising your hips again, finding that perfect rhythm as you drop right against that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. completely conscious of how sloppy and inexperienced your bouncing may be, but it feels too good to stop.
“mmh, jack.” you whimper, lashes fluttering open when he doesn’t respond because he’s usually vocal and praising you.
your movement comes to a slow halt once you realize that his eyes are already on you — feeling the embarrassment kick in once you see how his eyes drag from your face, down to place where you two are connected making your tummy folds.
the way he’s just lying there, hands rested alongside your ankles, fixated on you fucking yourself dumb on his cock like an animal in heat. his jaw locked tight, letting out guttural groans that sound closer to growls as he restrains himself from doing things his way.
“stop looking at me like thaat.” you dragged, averting your gaze somewhere else because you’re too shy to hold eye contact. breaking jack out of his trance, “lookin’ at you like what, baby?” his eyes are low, pupils blown wide unable to control his aching lust as he twitches inside you. “like that, stop!” your eyes flicker elsewhere — reaching your arms out, an the last thing jack’s seeing is that pretty pout displayed on your lips as your hands close in near his face.
your palms press above his nose, covering his eyes. “hmm.. this your solution, yeah?” jack’s lashes flutter against your palms with a big grin plastered across his face, he loves when you get like this. too shy to let him watch you bounce on him, yet there you are. picking back up from where you left off as if he hadn’t already seen you before.
“y-yes.” you moan in response, rocking your body back and forth against jack — trying to find back your rhythm, though failing miserably while losing balance. “what’s the matter, hun’? having trouble?” he asks, feeling your staggered movements about his hands slide up your forearms, down to hold at your wrists until you’re pulling away and pushing his hands towards his face instead.
“keep your hands right there.” you instruct, halting your movements ensuring that he’s actually listening before continuing. your hands finding its place against jack’s chest, stabilizing your position — feeling jack’s diaphragm vibrate against your palms as he lets out a low groan. “s—shit.” he curses underneath his breath. “you’re gonna be the end of me, y’know that?” he murmurs, gravely tone slick in lust.
you can barely respond. not when his cock’s stuffing you full, nuzzling perfect against that sweet spot inside of you. “mmph, j—just keep your eyes… off me.” you pant, feeling every inch graze your sensitive walls.
“whatever you say, sweetheart.” the words came out gruff as jack tosses his head back, throwing an arm over his eyes to keep them covered — deciding to indulge in your cute, yet silly request even if he’d already seen every inch of your body seconds ago.
and as impractical as your request could get. it didn’t change the fact that his vision was capped, voluntarily granting your wishes with you on top, riding him as if there were no tomorrow.
