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so clark is filming right now and what if tiger was tagging along secretly with him. she hangs out in his hotel or goes on her own little adventures. he needs a lot of loving after some of these shoots as clark is an intense guy. she’s more than happy to help him and even makes sure to get a hotel room with the biggest bathtub possible.

oh man, I love this so much. My little empath heart really marvels at actors sometimes, who can flawlessly portray these really dark, devastating, disturbed characters that are usually--hopefully--really far off from their baseline without actually starting to carry those horrible traits with them. I mean shit, I have a bad day at work and that stays with me for days and I can’t shake it. But to spend 14 hours a day fully enveloped in the psyche of someone so disturbed and to just be able to shake that off at the end of the day like it never even happened? Man that shit is a mental game I wish I had.

In an interview a little while ago, Bill mentioned that either right before he was done or immediately after he wrapped on IT, he had nightmares for a little while. And that really stuck with me, I don’t know why but it did (almost made up for his “I’ve had pets growing up but I don’t know I never got attached to any of them.” Bitch w h a t)

In any case, Bill being a little caught up in the head of the character he’s portraying and needing tiger to kind of help break him out of it is one of my favourite concepts. I run my mouth to hell and back about how much Bill supports her, how grounded he keeps her, how safe and loved he makes her feel--but she is every bit his anchor, too. She’s the only one who can get through to him when no one else can. She’s the only one who can pull him out if he’s in too deep. And she does--every single time, she does. She supports him. She comforts him if he’s just a little disturbed and a little down by it all. But she also fights him, she also lets him know when he’s going too far, when he’s sinking too deep, and she doesn’t back down no matter how angry he gets. Bill isn’t always good on being called on his bullshit, sometimes it makes him incredibly defensive, shuts him down, makes him isolate himself further or get into even worse habits. His past is never far from him and while it’s not a daily battle to escape it anymore, it always rears its ugly head and the fight gets harder when his head gets messed up.

Tiger doesn’t let him get away with it. She’s not scared of him, no matter how angry he gets.

And he loves her for it. He relies on her for it, depends on her. She is his salve, his anchor, his fucking reality check when he needs one.

I don’t know much about Clark Olofsson, but I like Papa Skars’ take on it that we should all be weary of romanticizing that level of evil--so clearly the dude had some shit going on. And it’s not everything that gets to Bill--over the years, his career has help him build a thick skin. Sometimes playing off the wall characters like Pennywise is the easier option, because those characters aren’t real. Nothing about them is real, everything is so exaggerated.

But playing a human being who is so tortured, who purposely inflicts so much pain on other people--that’s the kind of stuff that messes with his head. Whether or not the character is a real person that exists or not, playing someone deeply disturbed yet somehow relatable, somebody on the edges of sanity that we can all somehow still see ourselves in--that’s the kind of suff that fucks him up. That’s what gets him in too deep, until his own personality and his own demons come way too close to the surface.

Maybe he notices that he’s a little too down, a little too out of it, and he calls her. But I actually much prefer the concept that tiger notices. She notices on his phone calls, on his face times. She notices in the edge that his voice has taken on his uncharacteristic lack of patience. She notices that every time he calls her, he’s smoking--and Bill chain-smokes when something is wrong. She’s noticing a set in his jaw, a hardness in his eyes a nonchalance and coldness in his attitude that is just not gonna fly. So she books a ticket, and she heads out to him.

Maybe it’s a fight--maybe he resists, tells her she shouldn’t have, that he’s busy. Hell maybe he even gets a little mean and tells her that she’s just stressing him out more now--but tiger doesn’t budge. She doesn’t back down for a second. And it doesn’t take long before he kind of cracks--tiger, to her credit, also has a gentleness about her that will always get to Bill. it will knock down whatever fucked up wall that he didn’t even realize he put up--because just being in her presence balances him. It makes him realize how deep he actually got himself.

And I low key love what you mentioned here--Bill is always her caretaker, but when her Big Dude needs it? Tiger is the alpha. She’s the one who steps up and takes over. She gets him out of the hotel room where he’s been staying for two months, and into an apartment where he can feel a bit more at home. She stocks his fridge. She cooks for him. She drags him out to a restaurant, or even one of those seedy bars they’re both such fans of. She draws him a bubble bath, and manhandles him into it when he claims he’s too busy and then she plunks between his legs, makes him hold her. I kind of love that concept--that she makes him hold her. Because she knows her Big Dude, and he’s in there somewhere, and a little part of him, his protective side, will always flare up when she folds into his arms.

So that’s what she does, to bring him back. Every single chance she gets, she crowds his space, squeezes him, wraps his arms around her. Maybe she worries enough that she just sets up camp with him for the entire shoot--because hell she’s working remotely anyway, may as well be with him.

Ugh, sweet nani, I have a very special place in my heart for caretaker tiger.

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hi lei i hope you’re doing good! i feel like i sent this idea on anon way back when, but i’ve been thinking about it. bill and tiger getting it on and he’s in a dominant mood and does orgasm denial. they go to bed but when he wakes up, he starts to wander his hands, but once she wakes up, she panics. she’s super small, telling him she wants to be good, and he’s confused until he realizes she still thinks she can’t come. he has to get stern with her to avoid a asthma attack, and the thought of him wanting to take her panties off and going, “can i take a look sweet girl” just to see she’s a mess and in pain, his HEARTTTT. (sorry that was a lot😳😳)

ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy how wonderful. What a lovely image this painted in my little peanut brain.

I really love this concept that like, Bill is a real bastard sometimes. But he does a lot for her, so much for her, that whenever he gets in moods where he just needs to take a little, tiger is more than happy to give him everything and then some. She lets him have free reign.

And Bill is mean.

As much as he likes to give her what she wants, what she needs--sometimes, he needs to have the upper hand. Sometimes he needs to feel needed, he needs to feel in control, and he ABSOLUTELY does that through orgasm control and denial. Knowing she's going to bed, aching for him? Knowing she wants to be a good girl for him bad enough that she's going to sleep so pent up and needy? Knowing that she's probably in a bit of pain from needing it so bad, but being a good girl and holding out anyway? Oof, it's exactly what he needs.

So listen, he takes what he needs. He doesn't stop until he is spent--and poor tiger is still pent up, covered in his come, a shaking mess and she can't even speak. He strokes her hair for a bit while he tries to get his own heart to slow down, and when he's fairly certain he can stand without his legs giving out, he gathers her in his arms and brings her to the bathroom.

He dims the lights as much as he can, but she still winces at the light. She's far too sensitive for a bath, her skin always feels like it's on fire when she's hyper stimulated like that. Instead he spread out a towel sets her up on top of the washing machine. He grabs a rag and wets it with warm water, started running it gently over her face and her neck. She's still crying, and she will be for awhile just because it's a lot for her. He runs the cloth gently over her arms, across her chest. He gently pushes her knees further apart and presses the washcloth to her centre. She whimpers and flinches, but he shushes her softly. She's so pent up it hurts.

Once she's sufficiently clean he wraps her up in the shirt he was wearing, carries her to the kitchen for a snack. She sniffles and pushes his hand away when he offers her small bites, but a quick tap of her nose reminds her that she doesn't get to decide anything tonight. He crowds her space, huddles in close to her and just feeds her small bites of food, some sips of water. When her eyes start to close all by themselves he leans in and nuzzles her ear.

"Colour, kid?" he whispers.

"Green," she sniffles.

"Good girl."

It sends another shudder through her and he picks her up gently, carries her to bed. God, he's already giddy about the morning, being able to wake her up and have her coming for him, that long pent up release just exploding over and over again until she can't take it anymore.

He tucks her in and wraps the blankets around them, presses his thumb to her mouth which she takes greedily, and he waits until her breathing evens out and he knows she's asleep before he lets himself drift off.

And surely enough, the next morning, he wakes up first. His good girl still tucked in his arms, his thumb in her mouth as she suckles softly. He smiles, grumbles deep in his chest, and presses a soft kiss to her neck. He slides his hand down and cups her gently, and she starts to stir awake. He strokes through her folds--god she's soaked again--and she wakes fully to the sound of his deep groan in her ear.

But she tenses.

"No," she whimpers, and he stops immediately, "No no no...."

"No?" he asks.

"I...I can be good," she mumbles even as she trembles beneath his touch, "I'm good."

She sniffles pitifully, and it clicks. She still think she's not allowed to come. Bill's heart explodes, and he groans even deeper as he nips at her neck.

"Oh sweet girl," he says, and he drags his face to hers to kiss the hell out of her. She whines into it.

"You're so good for me," he tells, "So, so good for me. But now it's your turn, sweet girl. You can come. I want you to. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and come for me?"

She sighs shakily, clutches onto him as his hand starts to drift down again. She nods, pressing her face into his chest.

"Use your words sweet girl," he reminds her.

"Yes," she moans, "Yes, god."

"Good girl," he praises. He touches her gently, oh so gently, but she still flinches--she's so sensitive for him, so pent up. She clenches as she gets used to the feeling, and then lets out a loud, deflating moan as his fingers gently stroke over her.

"That's a good girl," he praises, kissing her again. But then she shifts away from his hand.

"Billy," she whines, "You."

He knows what she wants. She wants to feel him, all of him--she wants to be filled up, after being so empty the whole night. He smiles, and hitches one of her legs gently over his waist.

"Good girl," he says, and then he eases into her slowly. She moans louder than he's ever heard and god he barely has time to bottom out before she's tensing around him, clutching at him as she digs her nails into his chest.

"Give it to me kid," he sighs in pleasure.

Once the first one is out of the way she can handle a bit of a rougher touch--which is good, because Bill's not sure how much he can hold back. She was so good for him and god, now he just wants to make her scream for him. He flips her onto her stomach, pushes her knees apart and balances on his hands over her. He shoves the corner of a pillow near her mouth.

"Bite down on something kid," he warns her, "Because I'm gonna make you sing for me."

Tiger is completely overstimulated in a whole other way now, and Bill can't get enough. It's not until she's a crying mess under him again, it's not until her body has barely anything left to give, but Bill is after one thing. And he can feel it coming after the last one, the way her whole body is quivering. he can feel it in how tight she got when he told her to cross her ankles for him, the way her whole body is shaking now. He braces one hand on the headboard for leverage, and slams into her.

"All over me kid," he demand, "Come on."

Tiger squirms, cries out in almost agony, her fists balled in the sheets.

"Messy," she whimpers, "I'm going to make a mess."

Bill just groans, and fists her hair in his hand to give it a pull.

"All. Over. Me." He punctuates every word with a hard thrust, and there's nothing tiger can do anymore. She lets out a loud, guttural cry and then Bill feels it--the warm, wet gush against his thighs. It triggers his own impending release and he explodes, his vision blurring and his jaw clenching tight enough to hurt his teeth. His leg cramps out, and he can't even stop the yell of pleasure and pain that rips through his throat.

They both can't even move for a good half an hour after, it's all just heavy breathing and small sighs/giggles of sheer disbelief.

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Ohmygod Lei, please write something about Tiger or Bill showing up at the other’s place being super fucking cold because it’s freezing outside and they’re just like totally pre-hypothermic so the other starts by cocooning them in the bed, and then when it’s not quite working they ✨get busy✨ because skin on skin contact is warming AF and the sexy feelings get you nice and toasty.

Okay but baby what if this is kind of during one of the famous Skarsgard camping trips?

Because this has so many ~layers~ to it--no pun intended.

Bill is a seasoned woodsman, like any Swede worth his salt. In preparation for the annual Skarsgard camping trip, tiger marvels at the way Bill just like...morphs into a fucking Boy Scout. He has a fishing vest, like complete with tons of pockets and all are loaded with different lures and bait and all kinds of shit. He has a hunting knife (but tiger still argues that she can handle a knife better than him--and she's right), he has a fully equipped tent and sleeping bags with all the latest heat tech. Bill knows how to start a fire with two rocks, or even with wet sticks. The fucker has a compass and before their first camping trip, he gave tiger a whole lesson on which mushrooms were edible, which ones would get you high, which ones would get you dead. He plucks berries off of bushes and gives them a sniff test to determine if they're poisonous or not.

Bill has a third degree badge in bear safety.

And tiger just...like, tiger's a city girl and a country girl all rolled into one, but maybe there hasn't been a lot of opportunity in her life to go camping. Glamping? sure. Setting up in a chalet that has a fire and running water--she can do that. But spending days in the depths of wilderness where there is no bathroom because everywhere is your bathroom and it's so dark at night you can't see a foot in front of you, and even though the days are scorching hot the nights are really quite cool and tiger just didn't pack the way she should have. There wasn't a single sweater in her duffel bag and even if there was, her duffel bag was now strung up on a wire 100 feet in the air after Bill shrieked upon discovering a half eaten granola bar in it on the second day and went on a tangent about grizzly bears.

But anyway, maybe it happens the first night there because tiger is cozy around the campfire and even cozier thanks to the bottle of akvavit making the rounds. But the cold--the bone chilling, damp cold of a deep forest--that'll sneak up on you. And tiger doesn't even realize how cold she's getting, or the shiver that's setting in, because the campfire is dying off so slowly. But eventually it's completely gone, they all say their goodnights, and Bill walks her back to their tent. He zips it up, but he quirks a brow at an odd noise and turns slowly to her.

Tiger's teeth are literally chattering, smacking together, and a full tremor has taken over her body to the point where she can't even unzip the sleeping bag.

"Whoa kid, hey," he says concerned. He reaches for her and grabs her hands, and he gasps. "You're frozen!"

"Y-yeah," she stutters.

"Why didn't you say something?" he asks. But Bill is already in action mode. He shrugs out of his sweater, and tiger thinks he's going to give it to her but instead he throws it to the side and drops his pants.

"Clothes off," he juts his chin at her, "Now."

She looks at him like he's grown a second head.

"I'm f-freezing," she says, and her whole body gives another violent shake. She protests loudly when he grabs at her sweater.

"Shhh," he says sternly, then he motions to the other tents around.

"Body heat is the most effective, fastest way of warming up," he tells her in a hushed whisper, "Naked. Now."

And then before she can protest again, he just bends and yanks her pants down. She seizes just from the sheer cold, and he helps her out of her sweater.

"In," he motions to the sleeping bag. She climbs in and he follows, then he wraps himself around her.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he hisses through clenched teeth, "God you're a fucking icicle."

But like, he's very warm. So tiger huddles in more. And she wraps her freezing cold feet around the back of his thighs.

"Motherfucker," he cusses again, but she nuzzles her face into his chest.

But he's just so warm. And he smells so goddamn good. And tiger thaws out in no time, pressed in tight to his chest while his big hand rubs rhythmically up and down her back. And they both start to feel it, he buries his nose in her neck and sniffs her there, and tiger can feel him hardening against her thigh. She presses a little more into him and he groans lowly, rolls over so he's on top of her.

"Can you be quiet?" he asks against her mouth, and she cranes up to kiss his nose.

"Please Billy," she begs softly. And god, he's done for. Anytime she begs him like that, he'll give her whatever she goddamn wants. Every time.

"Not a sound sweet girl," he tells her.

And like, they even have to keep their movements slow because otherwise, everyone would hear the rustling of the sleeping bag. Tiger ends up being the one having to clamp a hand over Bill's mouth when his breathing gets a bit too heavy, when he can't hold back the moans anymore. She reaches to her side and grabs her panties, shoves them into his mouth and then pulls his head down so it's buried in her pillow as he just rocks slowly into her.

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Lei, I have the mightiest need. That need is for Bill in his underpants. I need his lil bum in briefs. Them hairy thighs in boxer briefs. I just need to a moment to appreciate (and in ideal world, bite) them legs and whatever our boy has to give. Love always, the thirstiest gal, Amy x 😂

Oh god, bullseyes babes.

And like, bonus points if he's all sleepy and warm. Bill waking up in the morning, stumbling out of bed because tiger snapped at him for coffee. He pulls on his briefs and scratches at his stomach in that way that all guys do that is so hot for no reason. His briefs sit so low on those beautiful hips and tiger just eyes him as he leaves the room, all long hairy legs and long torso and morning hair all stuck up. Then he walks out the door and she gets a glimpse of that toned, peachy, round butt and just unf-- a girl would so some unspeakable shit for a tall man in briefs.

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Okay but hear me out — maybe Tiger has a private finsta (fake Instagram) that only has like 10 followers and occasionally she’ll be feeling herself and she’ll take cool videos of herself at the gym when she accomplishes a fitness goal she’s been working toward for the first time, or even slightly risqué photos she takes at 3 AM of herself that are just barely sensual of her hips or her shoulder with her collarbone nice and extended… but Bill doesn’t have Instagram or social media or any of that so he hears about it when he’s out with her and their mutual friends, one of whom follows the account and mentions her most recent post when the three of them are talking.

Now, Tiger has of course mentioned this account to him but he was just like “I see you like every day, there couldn’t be anything on there that I haven’t seen before” so he kind of forgets about it, until he realised that the other friend is describing a very ✨spicy✨ and 💦suggestive💦 photo and immediately he downloads the app, makes a junk account and follows it to peruse when he’s far away, the time difference doesn’t allow for frequent interaction let alone virtual sexy time. and he just needs a little bit of her with him.

I love the idea that the other 10 people who follow her account are close friends that just comment shit like “🔥🔥🔥” or “GO GIRL GIVE US EVERYTHING” but Bill just quietly lurks, feeling very satisfied that he’s the only one who gets to experience her beyond the sensual photos that don’t really show anything off. Eventually she’d start posting photos specifically for him but not bring it up, and then one day he walks up to her, holds up his phone with the photo zoomed in and be like “good girls keep the good stuff reserved for me, tiger”.

Nani first of all I just want to thank you for taking the time to explain what a finsta is--you absolutely saved me a google search, because I had no idea.

I like this idea that like...maybe tiger is working out a little bit more these days, and is getting some nice muscles. Or hell maybe she's just taking a few photography courses in her spare time, and something about her own body and the way the light hits is really catching her eye and she's feelin' herself these days. She starts an anonymous instagram, one that is not at all connected to her actual account in anyway, and she starts posting some of her content.

Some of it is beautiful for its art--the soft curves of her body, the way her stretch marks look in a black and white photo (Bill calls them her tiger stripes). She never actually shows anything but the photographs are both artful and suggestive.

Bill is a little jealous but given how many people have legitimately seen his ass or all of his junk, he doesn't really have a leg to stand on in that argument.

The comments that she gets are wildly empowering. Some of them make Bill bristle a little bit, but tiger seems to really be enjoying it.

I'll bet there's definitely a photo that's a dealbreaker though. And it's probably something intimate that doesn't even seem intimate--the birthmark high up on her inner thigh, or something. It's something that Bill loves, something that he kisses every time he sees it--something that only he is supposed to see. And I'll bet when she posts a picture of that, he draws the line and gets a little possessive of her.

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okayyy hear me out: tiger being absolutely insatiable. bill’s usually rarin’ to go, but even he is having trouble keeping up with her. he has to break things up so he can recover, opting to get her off with his fingers, with his mouth, with jason. he’s never seen her *this* desperate for him, so he’s kind of short circuiting when she’s had her umpteenth orgasm and she’s still not tuckered out. he finally has to pump the breaks so she doesn’t hurt herself. anyway, love you lei, have a good day 😘

Listen, Bill being the one to collapse and call mercy? Oh baby, it’s my jam.

Because so often, he’s the one calling the shots right? He’s the one reducing tiger to an incomprehensible pile of absolute drool beneath him. He’s the one who can’t get enough, when she’s small and subby for him and he’s just on overdrive. He’s the one who usually has to say enough is enough, but only for her sake--because he knows she can’t take anymore, he knows that she’s done.

But like...we’ve all been there, haven’t we? Whether it’s cycles or just life or god knows what, we’ve all been through those glorious/terrifying periods of time where it’s Just. Not. Enough. We need more, we need it all the time, we need it hard and rough and then slow and soft and we just need all of it.

Tiger is already pretty full throttle in all things, so when it hits like this--oh god, after a little while I just get this mental image of Bill like, hiding somewhere. In a closet. Under the coffee table. He feigned needing water and then he got up, legs like jello, waddled out of the room--and then just hid. Because he can’t anymore.

I’ll bet it’s fun at first. Tiger is grabby and demanding and taking control and Bill is just in it for the ride. Enjoying her enthusiasm, her aggression, enjoying how much she’s getting out of it. And he manages to hold on long enough so that she comes first--a real feat, when she’s on top of him and all her soft bits are jiggling, his favourite, as she rides him ruthlessly--and then he finds his own release. But then tiger is ready to go again, almost immediately. She’s patient with him when he needs a few minutes of downtime before he’s ready to go--and he rises, so to speak, to the challenge again.

But then she’s just....she’s still not stopping.

It’s morning. It’s mid morning. It’s afternoon. It’s pre-dinner. It’s post-dinner. It’s evening. It’s the middle of the night. Tiger is supercharged on it, and she can’t get enough--and poor Bill is just so tired, so sore, and he’s not a teenager anymore. He needs time. But you’re right, he tries his best and he’d be a damn fool to deny her of anything she wants, so he uses everything while he tries to recuperate. His hands. His mouth. Tiger makes a wise crack at one point that she still has some of those little blue pills from Heartbreak Boy. Bill scoffs, but truth be told...he contemplates it. Because his biology is just not up to the task of satisfying his lady when she’s like this.

His back is jammed. His wrists ache. He has a tongue cramp, and his neck is killing him. So maybe at one point, he kind of mumbles that he needs water--all slack-jawed and nearly incoherent, and tiger tries to hide her disappointed look that he’s leaving the bed but she doesn’t do a great job at hiding it.

And he slips out--tries to walk and he’s like a baby giraffe--wobbly and uncoordinated--hobbling to the kitchen. And when he doesn’t come back for a long while, tiger goes looking for him--only to see him curled up on the kitchen floor naked and in the fetal position, snoring.

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Thank you so much!! I love it with all my heart <3

Can I get a ship please? I love your blog ❤️ I’m a pagan witch and a TV producer. I have long white hair, green eyes, I’m super pale and I’m 5’2. I’ve been a professional dancer and mixed martial artist since high school and I love art. I live to travel, I love kids, and I tend to be a “cold to the world, soft with her lover” kind of person. I am very physically affectionate in private and I dress mostly in dark colours with hints of red. Thanks love😊😘

Hi lovely ~ First of all, thank you for supportin' my blog! & i hope you'll enjoy your ship! (sorry for my bad english 🙊.)

I ship you with: Outpost Michael.

• You meet in the Outpost 3!

• You end up there because Dina wants you by her side to produce her TV show if the nuclear winter will be over one day.

• The contrast between your porcelaine skin & green eyes drive him ✨crazy✨

• Always replacing a lock of your hair between your ears.

• Braiding each others hair tho 🤭

• He's a well educated man, so, arts conversations are keeping you both awake at night.

• Michael is like 😍🥰😲 in front of your knowledge.

• But you end up falling asleep on his laps.

• Him whispiring to you how much he desires to take you to travel wherever you want after you'll run the World.

• NO ONE.

• Not a single resident can suspect how sweet you are towards each other behind the closed doors 👀👀 (even with the tones of smirks he's giving you when your paths cross.)

• What's make him melt is when you take care of the kids in the Outpost 🥺.

• Oh, and you're professional dance moves would be a treat for him in the bedroom. But the fact that you can kick is ass with you martial art. . . is what's turn him on in a second . . . 🤭

#ships and games

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Ship? Cody Fern’s characters are my fave, I’ve got white hair and green eyes, very pale, I wear black all the time, I’m a pagan witch and I am a Sagittarius. I’m a writer and a film producer, I’m really into martial arts and I have a background in pop art. I have a tough loving relationship with my friends and I’m very loyal. My love languages are quality time and acts of service. I’m passionate about education, climate change, and racial justice. I’m very short but very fiesty, unless I luv u.

Hey sweetie,

First of all thank you for choosing ‘Martina ShipsTM’!

Secondly... I do think that you’d be quite a match with Outpost! Michael, mostly because my brain literally went like ‘Michael would have fun having an interview with you’.

But seriously I do think that Michael, mostly in his oldest form would need somebod who has a strong opinion about themselves and is passionate about themes, mostly because he’d be truly interested into knowing your opinion, since he sees it is something that you personally know but also care very much about it.

I do think that is something that would also go with his own personal languag eof love since he’d need someone who isn’t half in or half out in things, instead he’d need somebody who is devoted to himself and passionate (he’d find it funny that you are fiesty with anybody except him).

But seriously I do think that he’d apprecciate your own language of love, although I don’t know how much quality time he would have because sadly... THE FREAKING APOCALYPSE, but he’d certainly try his best and apprecciate the devotion you show for him, which in turn he’d show right back.

He’d be very passionate about your appearance to the point that he’d be interested in your choices and suggestion and would absolutely dig the white hair (maybe even considering bleaching his, although... he’d back off once he realizes the bleach might ruin them).

Finally... I do think that he’d be very interested in all your various hobbies admiring you for the fact that you have various interests in different things and also because they all involve creativity and a certain amount of strength and fighting that he’d admire dearly.

He’d totally be in the back being like ‘KICK HIS ASS BABY’, holding your earrings if you wear them!

(I do hope I didn’t disappoint with this, since again... I am rusty with these things).

Hope you’ll like this!

Have a nice day!

-Heco Hansen.

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Thanks love! It’s so cute💙💛❤️

Can I get a ship? Maybe one of Cody’s characters? I’m 5’2, pale, I have white hair and green eyes. I’m a Sagittarius, I love primary colours and I’m a television producer/writer for a living. I enjoy reading, fashion, and I play several instruments. I’m British, one of those cold to the world, soft with her lover kind of people, and I’m a hereditary witch. Thanks love!❤️ - JH

I ship you with Xavier!!

The two of you met on set of one of Xavier’s first gigs! He had a very minor role which left plenty of time for him to hang around and talk with you. He thinks it’s cool that you’re into television writing and always begs you to write him an awesome role!

He’s OBSESSED with your accent! Always trying to get you to talk to hear it more and he likes for you to read aloud to him just to hear it a little more. Whenever you reading a book or mindlessly flipping through a fashion magazine, Xavier likes to drape your legs over his lap just being able to enjoy each other’s presence until he gets bored enough and pins you to the couch, starting to kiss down your neck wanting to heat things up a bit...

It was actually your impressive taste in fashion that got Xavier’s attention in the first place. He’ll admit he was a little intimated by you at first, but as the both of grew closer and more comfortable around each other, he realized just how sweet you were and often used that tactic to get under your skin a little. Teasing you on how detached you try to act from everyone else but as soon as you’re alone with Xavier, you can’t keep your hands to yourself and your mouth shut.

Xavier’s a very creative person so he likes that you also are. He likes how you express yourself through your clothes and hair and the variety of hobbies you’ve taken up. In his eyes, there’s never a dull moment with you.

#thank you! #ships and games

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Thanks @langdxn! I tag @hecohansen31 @kitwalker02 @michaellangdonstanaccount @lvngdvns @sojournmichael @ahsbitch and anyone else who’s interested❤️💙💛

I found this one! Link can be found here.

Tagging: @fckinsupreme @littledemondani @icylangdon @michael-langdon-appreciation @asiafern @7-wonders & anyone else that wants to do this!

#ships and games

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I’m not sure if you’re still doing the ships, but could I possibly ask for one? I’m 5’2, I have long white hair and grey/green eyes, very pale skin, and I like to wear black or red most days. I wear red eyeshadow most days as well, and I love modern, black, clean cut suits. I’m an executive at a production company and I love to write, throw knives, and I do poleography. I’m a pagan, frequently brutally honest, and I have been told I’m scary, but in a cute way?🥴 ABBA is my guilty(ish) pleasure.

I think you’d go great with Fire and Reign Michael Langdon!

 -Because of your job at your production company, you are a member of the Cooperative. This is how you meet.

-At the meeting, you deliver some of your brutal honesty when you inform the members that a part of their plan to recreate the earth is not going to work.

-Most of the people there are scared for you, and of you…that you would dare challenge Michael.

-Michael is silent for a moment. He doesn’t know how to respond.

-He asks to see you after the meeting.

-When he notices you without your black outfit and mask, he is shaken.

-You look so intense with your blonde hair and green eyes.

-He notices how you even dress similar to him. He’s like, ‘Is this my twin flame?’

-You explain to him why you said his plan won’t work. He knows he has a lot of idiots working for him, but he can tell you aren’t one of them, so he decides to set aside his anger that you defied him, and chose to listen to you. (Plus, he’s intrigued.)

-The more time you spend together working on his plan, the closer you become.

-Black and red are Michael’s two favorite colors, as well. That’s obvious!

-You are the one who introduces Michael to the red eyeshadow that he goes on to wear at the Outpost. You tell him that red is a color of strength, vitality, passion, and blood, of course.

-Would you go on to become his right hand? 100%.

-Power couple of the millennium.

-When you two walk into the Outpost, people are scared and turned on. You both are so intense.

-Switch energy in your sexual relationship!

-Blood ritual sex? For sure.

-The jukebox plays one ABBA song on a loop to drive the Outpost residents crazy.

#ships and games

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Dreaming of You (Boy Wonder Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Wet Dreams, Smut, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Resolved Sexual Tension, Requited Feelings, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Humping, Masturbation, Name-Calling, Voyeurism

Word Count: 1.6k

Prompt: Y/N is Mead’s daughter and develops a crush on Michael when he starts living with them. One day when Michael gets home early, he sees Y/N napping on the couch, surprised when he realizes that she’s having a wet dream. What’s even more shocking is when she moans his name….

It had been a long day to say the least.

Your mother had made you go to the butcher to get her goat’s head, after the one incident with Michael that seemed so long ago.

Everything went fine, but then she had made you go to get her fresh candles from the corner store.

And then a new hat.

Basically, the entire day consisted of you shopping for her.

You were absolutely exhausted, and dropped down onto the couch, sliding off your shoes, and curling up by one of the pillows.

As far as you knew, your mother and Michael were still in New Orleans on that witch business. You had no idea what that was about, but you knew it must be important because they weren’t supposed to get back until 2 days from now.

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Hey everyone, I have an update.

I am going to take a hiatus from this blog. I know that I haven’t been here long and haven’t gotten too deep, but I don’t think I’m in the headspace to commit to this blog in the way I originally envisioned. I realize that I have a lot of unfinished works and unfulfilled promises, but this is a very tough time for me personally and I have severe depression and anxiety that isn’t being treated regularly because of complications with COVID-19. 

I will post whatever I’ve got saved and prepared in my drafts, as a way of clearing my system, and if I have more time, energy, motivation, and a more consistent ambition in the future, I will return. I’d like to thank the people who have pledged over on patreon. Though there were only a few, it meant a lot to me. I’d also like to thank the wonderful individual who commissioned the work “Sacrilege”. That extra boost of both money and validation was more valuable than you know. 

Thank you to those who have interacted with me on this blog over the past few months. I’m sad that I didn’t do enough to become as integrated into the community and fandoms as I would have like, but it was fun nonetheless. 

Requests will remain open for the characters listed on my “menu” for if I get a burst of inspiration, but I’m not going to make any more promises because I can’t trust myself to get out of bed in the morning right now, let alone force myself to write. 

Much love, 

Jocelyn

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On Low | Michael Langdon

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Author's Note: This got super long. It's 1.7K words, so enjoy :)

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A quiet moan falls from your lips as the heel of Michael's hand digs just right into the tension that has been building in your lower back for days. With the unbearable mattress supplied by the hospitable Outpost 3, you've found yourself becoming irritable and grumpy, especially with Michael refusing to lay by your side as you fall asleep on the rock hard slab each night because he's "formulating his selections".

The second you snapped at him after 4 days of barely speaking to one another between him interviewing various intolerable shrews who lick their lips salaciously whenever he walks into a room, he knows it's time to do something to relieve your tension. The second you glared at him and told him to "eat by yourself, asshole", he pushed you against the wall and planted his hand authoritatively against your throat. However, you groaned in pain as your shoulder blades slammed against the hard surface because you were trying to protect your lower back from taking the brunt of the force.

Immediately, Michael's frustrated glare turned into a look of concern as he scanned your face for the fleeting expression of pain he'd just witnessed.

"What's wrong, darling, did I hurt you?" You shook your head, raising your arm to gently stroke the top of his hand that still rested comfortingly against the column of your throat.

"No, Michael, it's not you. It's that fucking bed. My back is all screwed up and I'm barely sleeping and I guess it's making me more grouchy than usual." Your husband merely hummed and stroked your cheek as he pondered a solution to your pain.

"How about I give you a massage like I do when we're back home?" You blush at the thought. Michael's smirk grows as you reminisce on his special method of working the tension out of your body and your mind. You look down slightly out of embarrassment, but he tilts your chin up to meet his eyes immediately. "Don't overthink it. Let me make you feel better." He presses a delicate kiss to your temple and you hum in agreement before allowing him to guide you to the uncomfortable bed. With a wave of his hand, the bed rises in height by at least 4 inches and you sigh.

"Michael, why couldn't you have just replaced the mattress in the first place?" He chuckles and rubs at the bridge of his nose.

"Because I haven't had the privilege of experiencing how uncomfortable it is yet, sweetheart. I fall asleep in my desk chair every night." You tilt your head sympathetically and it sinks in that the last few days here haven't been easy for him either.

"Well considering that we've both had a shitty stay here at Casa Outpost, I'm returning the favor this time, and I want no complaints." Michael only nods and leans his head down to capture your lips in a loving kiss.

"I appreciate it, my love." With that, Michael backs away slightly before winking at you, and in a second your dress falls to the floor, leaving you in a simple bra and panties, which happen to be one of his favorite outfits to see you in. He loves the domesticity of seeing you in a simple black bra and a cute pair of cotton panties, and he notes the avocados scattered all over your current pair. You blush at your un-sexy underwear, but you know he appreciates your body all the same.

After taking a moment to admire you, he stalks over to his desk drawer and grabs the standard bullet vibrator that you two like to use from time to time for occasions like this. It has multiple settings, including one that is just barely enough to be noticeable, but not enough to get you anywhere near your orgasm. That's the trick to his special "massages". He slips the little bullet into your panties to tease you while he massages your sore muscles and uses his hands to get you pliant and relaxed before he completely exhausts you with a long, slow orgasm where his cock is nestled deeply in your cunt and he's just barely moving, each movement causing an intense jolt of pleasure to radiate from your tummy to your toes.

It's the most glorious way to end a shitty day, and the further he gets with his plans for the cooperative, the more it occurs. While you hate the irritation that comes with your respective seats at the head of the table, you savor the way you care for each other through it. Though, this time, you're determined to give him the same attention.

Michael rests his hands on your hips, turning you away from him and prompts you to crawl onto the now fluffy bed and get into a comfortable spot, resting on your bare tummy with your arms folded under your chin. Michael takes off his jacket and shoes, unbuttoning his shirt half way and pulling off his belt as well. You love Michael when he's like this; just completely comfortable and dressed down and warm in his demeanor. As turned on as you get by his coldness and authority, you savor the fact that you're the only one who gets to see him like this.

Michael sits beside you on the bed, his hips resting comfortably next to your thighs as his fingers, still adorning it ornate ring collection, caress your thighs with a feather-light touch. You shiver, goosebumps rising on your exposed flesh as he continues to touch you. He leans down and plants a kiss on the small of your back, and you giggle at the ticklish sensation, which in turn causes a loving smile to crawl onto his features.

He warms the vibrator in his hands and switches it onto the lowest setting before clearing his throat, which you know is his way of asking you to raise your hips to allow him to slip it into your panties and position it against your clit. He lightly taps your ass, allowing you to replace your body in it's relaxed position. You sigh in delight as you feel the comforting vibrations against your bundle of nerves, and as soon as you're resting again, Michael begins to rub and apply pressure to your back, one area at a time, making sure to note your soft sighs and hums when he reaches a knot or a sore spot.

Soon enough, you're practically whining as he grinds his hands down particularly hard into your lower back, undoing all of the tension that has been souring your mood for days. He grins when your breathing returns to a relaxed, rhythmic pace and he's merely caressing your skin.

He leans down to press another kiss to your back, this time right between your shoulder blades, and you giggle in appreciation. He looks between your legs and sees that you've effectively soaked through your panties, which is his way of assessing a job well done. However, as he goes to remove the tiny device, you lift yourself on your forearms and reach one hand back to swat his hand away.

"Um, it's your turn, Mr. Langdon." Michael rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless and finishes removing his shirt before you roll out of your spot on the bed and instruct him to take your place. You get distracted for a moment by the way his skin stretches across his muscular arms and toned back, and run your fingers innocently against his smooth skin. He clears his throat and you laugh at his impatience. "And you were complaining..." you mumble mostly to yourself before straddling one of his clothed thighs and you gasp as you feel the vibrator press harder against your clit.

You ignore the pleasure and begin running your hands up and down your husband's back, taking a moment to gently gather his stray locks of hair and push them aside. He hums as you delicately graze your nails down his back to the waistband of his slacks, and then begin to knead at his, admittedly tense, muscles.

You get so lost in the task of evenly working out the knots and soreness in his body that you don't realize how you begin to rock against his thigh, chasing the light pleasure that's being delivered through the tiny device. Michael chuckles to himself at your neediness, but he figures there's no way you could get yourself to orgasm with that little pressure.

However, less than a minute later, your hands lose their rhythm on his skin and your hips begin to stutter on his thigh before a quiet, desperate moan leaves your lips and you feel your clit pulse with orgasm. It's not exactly intense, but it was unexpected and you suspect immediately once your mind returns from the delightful haze that it had more to do with the eroticism of worshipping Michael than the physical stimulation itself.

Regardless, Michael turns his head and looks back at you in slight astonishment, his eyes drifting to where your core rests against the back of his thigh and he just grins at you with a smugness you could only describe as boyish.

"You really are a dirty whore, aren't you?" You blush at his words, since instead of being delivered with the usual coldness, he's nearly laughing. You grumble just a little slipping your bra and panties off and turning off the vibrator, but you can't help the little smile that takes over your features.

You climb off of Michael and lay next to him on the sheets, and he just rolls onto his side and rests his hand on your warm cheek before kissing you with a sweetness you feel a nostalgia for from early on in your relationship, when he was just a gifted boy who wore ripped t-shirts and listened to Fall Out Boy.

"I love you, and your naughty urges." You blush again, shoving your face into the pillow and curling closer to him. Michael waves his hand one more time and his own clothes are removed and you both now suddenly lay beneath the covers.

"I love you too, Michael." You sigh and snuggle closer to him, but he chuckles instead of wrapping arms around you like he usually does.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not done with you, yet."

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New Girl | Loki Laufeyson

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Loki’s guard is up as he travels through the many turns and hallways of the Avengers’ Tower. It’s not his first rodeo, he knows that 9/10 times he’s here, he ends up either getting punched too hard or hugged too hard, and he’s mentally prepared himself immensely for both scenarios. What he’s not prepared for, however, is finding you, perched happily on a barstool in front of Tony’s extensive collection of liquor and accouterment. As soon as he lays eyes on you, he notices that you’re not in a uniform, or any kind of armor, which is fairly uncommon around the place.

You must be an intruder.

And therefore, you are his chance to prove his loyalty to Tony and his gang of miscreants. Without a second thought, he conjures two very long, thin blades and assumes the position to begin swinging, and immediately you catch the glint of silver in your eye and jump out of the way.

You’ll be safe here, Tony said.

Nobody’s got any knives, Tony said.

You lunge over the counter grabs a martini shaker that is particularly heavy to protect herself with.

“Who are you?” You ask, blowing a stray piece of hair out of your eyes, noting that the asshole who attacked you has effectively ruined your previously perfect messy bun. Dick.

“I could ask you the same.” Loki’s reply is predictable, even though you don’t have a clue about him. You sigh and just as he begins rounding the corner of the bar to get closer to you, you slip out of the confined space and grab an umbrella that sits on the glass coffee table, replacing the shaker.

“What do you want? Money? Tony? I can give you both.” Loki chuckles before lunging at you again, and when you jump out of the way, you find yourself cornered, much to your dismay.

Before he can knick you with one of his blades, you take the umbrella and poke him in the stomach, causing him to groan and double over, allowing you to slip away again.

He’s a bit pissed at this point, that much you can tell, and he finally stops playing and lunges at you one more time, digging one of his blades into the leather upholstered stools when you just barely wiggle enough to dodge the hit. You two are nearly chest to chest, nose to nose, when you’re both snapped out of the moment with the clearing of someone’s throat.

“You’re paying for that stool, Loki,” Tony grumbles, moseying over behind the bar and pouring himself a drink. “What are you doing here?” Loki moves back slightly, but still has you trapped against the counter.

“Taking care of this pest that has infested your compound, here.” Loki smirks at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’m not a pest, you idiot. I’m the new Avenger.” Loki’s smile falls and he looks to Tony, who shrugs, a tiny smile on his lips. Loki sighs and backs away, allowing you some space.

“My apologies… miss.”

“My name is Y/N. And no harm done, anyway. Not that you’d stand a chance.” You smirk and motion for Tony to make you a drink. Loki scoffs.

“Well, Y/N, I happen to be a god,” Loki brags, brushing imaginary dust off of his shoulder. “What are you, exactly?” You raise a brow and shrug.

“Powerful, even without royal blood.” Tony chuckles at the exchange, handing you a simple jack and coke. “But, maybe one day you can show me all those tricks of yours, trickster,” you pause to take a sip of your drink, maintaining eye contact and observing the way Loki’s eyes widen at the sudden tone shift. “I expect great things.”

With that, you saunter down the hall, leaving Tony and Loki to exchange a look that is both knowing and questioning all at once.

“Let’s play again, sometime.”

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Start Something | Henry Cavill

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Monday mornings are hard for your sweet husband, Henry. It’s the day he has to return to his rigorous training schedule and bland old meal plan after a wonderful cheat day, where he gets to eat whatever he wants and the only exercise he does is in bed with you. They’re his days that revolve around spending time with his lovely little lady, and it’s always difficult to transition back to routine, especially while he’s at home and wakes up to you making him a nice breakfast to start his day with.

You have a habit of slipping on one of his t-shirts when you roll out of bed, looking for something to cover your naked form with, so when he walks into the warm kitchen, so early in the morning that the sun isn’t high enough to light your kitchen on its own, he nearly melts at the sight of your smooth, warm thighs leading his eyes to your perfect little bottom that’s covered only with his clothing. It awakens something primal in him, and although it happens every single Monday, it always startles you when he sneaks up behind you and wraps his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you against him and resting his chin on your head of messy hair.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cavill,” he greets, his gravelly voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine and making you wiggle a bit against his body, pressed tightly against yours.

“‘Morning, Henry.” You yawn, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth, and once you’re done Henry takes it in his and presses a kiss to the back of it. He kisses up the length of your forearm before letting you return to your cooking. He remains wrapped around you, though, not wanting the weekend of intimacy and closeness between you to end just yet.

He watches you stir and flip and sprinkle for a few minutes, a tiny smile growing on his lips at the quiet hums that sound from your throat. He gets so overcome with a need to stay close to you that he frees one arm from around your waist, bringing it up to brush your hair away from your neck so he can pepper the column of your throat with hot, open-mouthed kisses, which you gladly accept by tilting your head to offer him more access.

You bring a your free hand up to run through his messy dark locks, pulling slightly when he begins to suck at the sensitive spot behind your ear he adores to exploit. He deep, gravelly moan escapes his lips at the pressure of his hair being pulled, and he nips at the sensitive spot in retaliation. You can feel the hardness of his cock beginning to grow against your lower back, and you grin sleepily at his need for you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mr. Cavill.” You feel his lips curl against your skin and his hand that isn’t resting on your exposed shoulder drifts up to rest on your breast, simultaneously pressing you even closer to him, making every inch of your bodies as close as possible.

“Training can wait 20 more minutes.” You giggle, turning off the stove before turning in his arms and wrapping your own around his shoulders, pressing your lips against his and tangling your fingers in his hair once again. He taps your thigh, signalling you to jump and he wraps your legs around his waist, carrying you back to your bedroom. You smile against his lips and caress his cheek, slightly scratchy with stubble from yesterday.

“I love Mondays.”

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Sundays | Harry Styles

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Pamper nights with Harry are exquisite affairs. You two have a tradition; a sort of ritual that you both look forward to where every Sunday night you lay in the freshly cleaned sheets and freshly fluffed pillows and you treat yourselves to some nice chocolates, some fancy wine or champagne, and some luxury face masks as a form of self care that also serves as sacred time you set aside to spend together.

It’s no secret that Harry is extremely busy, always being pulled one way or another to some fancy gala or premier or launch party, and although he loves the excitement and he always tries to be there for his friends in the industry, he knows that he can’t go too long without some quality time with his girl, so he sets aside every Sunday evening to cook with you, do some housekeeping, fold the laundry, and watch a few episodes of whatever show you’re getting through together. He loves the little domestic things you two do and how easily you guys can make even the most boring chores entertaining when you simply work as a team, and he truly savors every weekend during which he gets to play house with the love of his life.

Tonight happens to be both a Sunday evening and the 3 year anniversary of the blind date that resulted in your relationship,  and he knows he has to make it extra special, so he comes home early from the studio that day to find you taking a nap on the couch, which is a sign to him that the universe is on his side for his romantic surprise. He quietly sneaks through the door, carrying a bag with various bits and bobs that will soon be decorating your bedroom, including rose petals, candles, and some more of your favorite chocolates from that shop across town.

He’s also gone out of his way to pick up a plastic frog to lay on your pillow, referencing the tiny frog that jumped onto the table during your first date, causing you to yelp in surprise and nearly fall out of your seat had Harry not grabbed your hand across the surface. He smiles at the memory as he places the final touches of his surprise around the room and lights the candles.

As if on cue, he hears a quiet “hello?” echo down the hallway as you wake from your nap and notice his shoes you watched him put on this morning resting by the door. You pull yourself off the couch, still in your clothes from earlier in the day, and you trudge down the hall toward your bedroom to inspect whether Harry is, in fact, home.

As soon as you push the door open, you glance around, taking in the flickering candles and the chocolates displayed artfully on a tray that rests at the foot of your bed amongst a bunch of rose petals. You gasp, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth before Harry’s warm hand grabs it and you realize he was hiding slightly behind the door. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your palm before placing it flat against his chest.

“Happy anniversary, love.” You smile and your eyes soften at his loving gesture.

“You remembered,” you muse, bringing your other hand up to rest on his warm cheek.

“Of course I did,” he chuckles and pulls you closer by the waist, pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “I love you.”

You press a gentle kiss on his lips and stroke his cheek with your thumb. “I love you too, Harry.” You glance around again and grin as your eyes widen like a kid’s in a candy store. “Are those the chocolates I like?”

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