𝓑𝓡𝓘𝓐𝓡 𝓤

𖦹 ⋆ . ݁ ˖ ⠀ ★ ⸻ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 ( . . . ) 𝖜𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

[holdthe1ine]

𖦹  ⋆  .   ݁  ˖ ⠀ ★ ❆ ⸻  HOLDTHE1INE ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ independent, private and selective multimuse writing blog for characters from elle kennedy’s off campus. my portrayals are primarily based on the amazon show adaptation with influences from the book series. this blog is strictly 21+ and will contain mature & sometimes triggering themes, including nsfw content. viewer discretion is advised. this blog is not spoiler free. memes are the best way to interact with me. written by love. (30, she/her.)

01. CARRD 02. PROMPTS 03. WISHLIST

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[holdthe1ine]

did y'all see that video of the girl who swallowed an airpod

[goh4wks]

for @holdthe1ine & allie !

our muses are undressing each other for the first time and allie notices nathan's scars they’ve never seen before.

nathan had been in the moment so heavily that when allie stopped, he could've tripped over himself and fallen right onto the floor. in all sense of the idea, he was just happy to be there. actually, he was both happy and very thankful to be there. to finally be there, to have allie all to himself. she was funny, hot, talented. he had an insane crush on her for what felt like forever, but it had never been the right time. apparently, right now, it was the right time. until she stopped, which made him open his eyes. when he did, hers were not looking back at him. they were looking at his chest, his bare chest which was practically half black and blue. "it's not as bad as it looks," but it did hurt like a bitch. the team doctor said he was fine, so he was fine. nathan had looked worse after a game, but the way allie looked at him? the way even his voice didn't break her out of the trance, it made him nervous. not a lot did, but something about how she was watching his chest move up and down made him want to scream.

[holdthe1ine]

SHE WAS EXACTLY WHERE SHE WANTED TO BE, pinned between nathan and the wall, one foot hooking around his ankle, beginning to snake its way up and around his abdomen. perfectly manicured digits slink underneath his shirt, hands greedily smoothing over his abs and admiring the definition there. she hurriedly pulls his shirt over his head, reluctantly breaking the kiss for a moment, in service of the greater good. her eyes drift open to admire what she knows to be a sculpted chest, but shock quickly and momentarily replaces the hunger gnawing desperately at her. fingers delicately drift over the bruising that patterns his chest, hovering just a breath above his skin. ❝. bullshit, ❞ allie challenges with an exhale, eyes flicking up to meet his. she knew that all hockey players often came home with fresh bruises, but she also knew that nathan in particular tended to come with more. ❝ and who's fault was it this time? ❞

[holdthe1ine]

when you turn on a nice little show to watch while you eat and then house the entire thing before the opening credits

[girlprophecy]

║▌│                 𐚁‬               ˚｡⋆                 ↪         GIRLPROPHECY,                independent,   highly   selective,    &    mutually   exclusive   all  female  multi   feat   muses   from   hotd,   off   campus,   tvd's    &    more!   includes   meta   characterization   expanding   on   base   media   lore.   +18    &    over,   contains   mature   themes.   crossover   friendly    &    drama   free.   viewer   direction   advised. 

[scribeherself]

sorry everyone I have to go sit in the sun about this for awhile.

[holdthe1ine]

I see that video of belmont cameli dancing with the kid laroi behind my eyes from every angle when I close them

[holdthe1ine]

FRESH SET

[holdthe1ine]

final moment for this set

[iv3rs]

i love you. i am in love with you, grace. the only reason she had thrown justin to the curb was because, well, she loved him too. from the day her family moved in next door to his, grace knew that she was in trouble. with his stupid blue eyes and those stupid dimples and that stupid hair, he wouldn't leave her. justin was in her bones, in her skin. his scent wouldn't leave her nostrils. unfortunately, this declaration, it couldn't have been real. it was fueled by the tequila or whatever other alcohol he had gotten his hands on that night, right? he wouldn't have found someone else within hours of finally coming clean. except, he did. he was under his covers with that someone. he was naked with that someone. grace was only worth hours of his time.

justin stopped her in her tracks. literally, but also figuratively. "get rid of her?!" eyebrows furrowed with frustration, "who are you, dean dilaurentis?" even if she was angry, justin was still her best friend. "i don't get it," her voice softened, "i don't get you. you just," a look towards the door, or a memory of what happened at her own. "you just told me that you're in love with me. love is a big word, justin. love is a big word, but you sleep with stella like two hours later? two hours, justin! that's all you gave me! did you even mean it?" voice dropped again, shoulders slumping in real exhaustion. "did you?"

[holdthe1ine]

HE CRUMPLES BEFORE HER, shoulders sagging in utter defeat. he'd never thought of himself as particularly stupid, thinking that he had to possess some hint of intelligence if he'd gotten himself into briar and managed to maintain his scholarship. he thinks differently now, believes himself to be potentially the biggest idiot to have ever gotten accepted. because who did this? who drunkenly confessed his undying love for his childhood best friend and then, thinking himself and his love proposal rejected, fell back into bed with his ex? ❝ no, i'm not dean, i was just... drunk, ❞ he says finally. ❝ and fucked in the head because you turned me away and i... ❞ there wasn't an excuse sufficient enough to explain away his actions, and he wasn't looking to displace blame. he'd done this, drunk or not.

his heart breaks inside of his chest, shatters the same way it had when she'd sent him home a few hours before, guilt clinging to the remnants. ❝ grace, i meant it. of course i meant it. ❞ his voice is thick with emotion, desperate as he steps forward, pushing her away from the elevator. both in a selfish attempt to get closer, and also to stop the incessant dinging as it opened and closed, confused by the foot in its path. he wasn't letting her leave like this. ❝ i've meant it for years, for as long as i can remember. i regret telling you the way i did, and god, do i regret what happened after but god, grace, i... ❞ he inhales a ragged breath, taking a couple more steps forward until her back presses against the wall on the opposite end of the hallway. ❝ but i don't regret telling you. i meant it. i mean it. i love you, grace. i'm in love with you. ❞

[wellzie]

FOR AS RIDICULOUS AS SHE'S BEING, she likes this new hannah — bold, free enough to know what she wants, enough to reach out & take it. rather than hesitating and letting things pass her by. besides- at this point, everyone around them was well aware of how sickeningly, cavity - inducingly obsessed with each other the two of them were. some public displays of affection would hardly be a shock- especially considering the revolving door of sexual partners his housemates boasted on a weekly basis. and garrett seemed to like it when she was ... forthright, if not borderline carnivorous towards him. she sees full well the hungry shadow cast over his gaze as it finally meets her own, the need reflected there, and the crooked, enamored grin she had fallen in love with.

it takes every ounce of self - control in her not to laugh as he finally breaks, obediently slipping out of the booth at his instruction. though, evidently, not quick enough for garrett's tastes. she does have enough awareness to wave & offer partial goodbyes to their scattered friends as she's willingly, gleefully dragged through malone's doors and out into the cool night air. a laugh tearing from her the instant they stumbled into the parking lot. "well that was subtle, everyone definitely-" her teasing cut short by his mouth hard against hers, his body caging her against the cool frame of the jeep. and the muffled moan that hummed out of her was far from discouraging.

she loves the sheer size of him; how entirely he could surround her & swallow her up in his arms. how, when he was especially worked up like this, it felt like he could devour her. ever the active participant in her own devouring, her hand snakes up his neck to bury itself in his curls. she loved those, too. her other hand grips a fistful of his jacket, pulling him close against her. it still wasn't close enough- it wouldn't be close enough until he was on top of her, inside of her. "just wait 'til you see what i'm wearing under this, then," she grins against his mouth, letting her hand trail once again to the waistband of his jeans, stopping just shy- a finger hooked through his belt loop & the pad of her thumb pressed to the button. allowing her head to fall back to provide better access to her flushed throat in blatant invitation. "we might want to move the car first," she whines a little, bemoaning the thought of delaying the release she desperately craved, but her practicality won out over her lust — in this particular instance, anyway. even the idea of one of his teammates- or worse, her co - workers- walking out to the parking lot to find the jeep rocking was mortifying. "before everyone walks out to a peep show."

[holdthe1ine]

HE IS PUTTY IN HER HANDS, molten under her touch. his body molds easily to hers, like they're puzzle pieces fitting together, sliding into place. and he loves every part of her, is obsessed with every curve and edge, like she was made for him. he falls apart at the seams when she speaks, voice low and throaty, length painfully hard between his legs. when she slants her head, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her neck, an open invitation, his lips devour her. they move expertly from the corner of her mouth , down the strong line of her jaw, directly to that sensitive spot that makes her nails dig into his back and goosebumps rise on her skin. ❝ you drive me fucking crazy, you know that? ❞ he knew she did, knew it was obvious in the way he couldn't keep his hands off of her. he groans at her suggestion, given at the same time as his hands trail to cup her ass, trailing down to hike her leg around his waist. his hips move forward on their own accord, grinding towards her center, pushing her further against his jeep.

common sense and desire fight for dominance inside of him, knowing that she's right but being unable to stop his greedy mouth from finding hers again, tongue slipping easily past her lips to glide inside. he stays like that for several heartbeats, hips rocking and tongue sliding alongside hers, the taste of cherries and toothpaste enveloping him. it's only the thought that this was hannah's place of work, and her coworker could easily walk out and see them all pressed up against his jeep, that causes him to draw away. hand is suddenly cold as it's removed from her warm skin, balls undoubtedly turning a terrible shade of blue as he loses contact and lets her drop to the floor. ❝ get in. ❞ he demands, voice a low, barely contained growl as he reaches around to open the door of the passenger side, pulling her waist towards him by the top of her skirt.

when she's safely inside, he shuts the door, long legs taking him to the other side of the car in a matter of seconds. he unceremoniously heaves himself into the driver's side, fires up the ignition and throws the jeep into reverse in one breath. hand reaches over to her bare thigh, yearning for the feel of her against him. mouth curls up into an amused smirk, eyes darting to steal glances over at her as he backs up the jeep and makes his way to the dark corner in the lot across from malone's. ❝ where do you want me first, baby? ❞

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[allieh4yes]

he  laps  at  her  like  he  can't  get  enough  ─  like  there  is  no  where  else  in  this  world  he'd  rather  be  than  right  there.  on  his  knees  with  her  slim  legs  tucked  over  broad  shoulders  and  the  heel  of  one  foot  digging  into  his  spine.  her  breaths  come  in  choppy  pants  between  parted  lips  and  she  nearly  sees  stars,  the  flick  of  his  tongue  up  her  slit  towards  her  clit  sublime.  the  answering  roll  of  her  hips  is  smooth,  a  languid  response  to  his  eager  exploration,  each  achingly  slow  swirl  of  his  tongue  brutal.  she  whimpers  this  time,  a  proper  desperate  little  sound.     ❝     fuck,  yes  ...  that's  so  good.     ❞    the  pads  of  his  fingers  are  perfectly  rough  and  when  they  split  her  open  to  pump  deep  the  one  arm  she  was  braced  on  gives  out.  they're  thick  and  dragging  over  the  tightly  clenched  walls  of  her  sex.  being  this  exposed,  the  lips  of  her  sex  flushed  pink  and  swollen,  was  the  most  erotic  experience  of  her  life.

[holdthe1ine]

there's nothing in the world that he loves more than this, he realizes, with his head buried deep between her thighs, exploring, her toes digging into his spine and her hips rolling up to meet his greedy mouth. he envelops her as he feasts, tongue paying particular attention to her clit. he circles the sensitive nub, then drags his tongue across it in soft, slow strokes, intended to drive her wild. ❝ you like that, huh, allie cat? having my mouth on you? ❞ he groans against her, his hand that's not working in and out of her sex drifts up to palm her breast, forefingers teasing her swollen nipple. when her pants become faster, her legs tightening impossibly around him, he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks hard, pushing two fingers in and out of her pulsing, pink and swollen sex. she infects every part of him, her moans and pants and touch soaking into his skin, past his walls of defense, flipping a perverbial middle finger to the long list of rules that he'd carefully curated and maintained for years. It's impossible to bring himself to want anyone else. no matter how smoking hot, no one held a candle to his allie. his allie? the fuck was wrong with him?

[luke-thompsons]

Stephen Kalyn as Dean Di Laurentis & Khobe Clarke as Beau Maxwell in Off Campus (2026—)

[holdthe1ine]

TAYLORS NEW SONGGGG 😭😭😭

[holdthe1ine]

90% of my drafts and memes are smutty lmfao

[tetheredatlasarchive]

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