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[hawnks]

fellow dropout tv fan!! omg!!

gimme your favorite clip from any of their shows. please. mine is the ‘good cop / comrade cop’ one, though ‘one guard always lies & one always tells the truth’ is hilarious

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This entire episode of game changers, but especially “Josh has to leave in four minutes”

#haiii hiii hiii :3c ❤️ #🔪.anon #also Katie’s ‘um. we’ve MET before 🥺’ monologue #also that time they made Zac eat an entire bowl of oatmeal real time #and everything Brenan has ever said #mint talks #I’m a fake dropout fan I have only watched like a few eps of d20 KSKSKKD

[yeonzzzn]

I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky 🫦

fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is 😍 love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what you’re looking for🤭 it’s funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oops🤭🤭

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chill & kill: sim jaeyun

part one of chilling & killing 🔪 | spotify playlist

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 6.4k

You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume. 

“The mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered by…”

You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door. 

You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library. 

“Hey!” a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, “You can’t be back here!” 

You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, “I have every right to be here.” 

The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you. 

The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies. 

You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives. 

From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure. 

“Who found them?” you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin. 

He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, “Funny enough,” he sighs, “Sunghoon and myself.” 

You completely turned your whole body to him, “That’s why you’re here before me?! Jake, what happened?!” 

Jake chucked, “You're more worried that I was here before you?” you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. He’ll make one damn good detective one day for sure, “Wanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.” 

“Where is Sunghoon now?” you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective. 

You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, “Don’t question him, he’s really shaken up,” You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, “Please, YN, he’s my best friend. I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one. 

But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes. 

You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook. 

Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend and—

“Jake!” You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, “I think I found something.” 

“Oh?” He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, “What am I looking at honey?” 

You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Under her body, there’s a black glove,” you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, “The killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I don’t know. But I want to figure it out.” 

You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadn’t seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, “What happened there?” You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side. 

“Hoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.” 

You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center. 

Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake. 

You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways. 

Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered. 

You’ve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, can’t have the killer join you, right?

He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his school’s team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen. 

In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes. 

Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, “Give him some time. I’ll get the police report soon and it’ll help, I am sure.” 

A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board. 

Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove. 

You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door. 

Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoon’s front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jake’s cell phone. 

There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, “YN,” he sleepily growled and then yawned, “It’s almost two am, what is it?” 

“Can I have the police report?” 

Jake blinked at you, “Huh?” 

You crossed your arms, “The police report. Can I have it?” 

Jake let out another yawn, “It’s at the school, in the office.” 

Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paper…You sigh, “Thanks anyway,” you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, “Can I talk to Sunghoon?”

Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, “It’s almost two am,” he repeats, “Why are you out here so late? There’s a literal killer running around here.” 

You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. That’s what made being out here so dangerous. 

“I know,” you shrugged, “But I can’t stand by and do nothing.” 

Jake frowned, “You know you’re allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?” you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, “YN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “Let me speak to Sunghoon.” 

Jake stands his ground, “No. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.” 

You roll your eyes, “See you tomorrow then.” 

Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep. 

You didn’t understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didn’t look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoon’s car wasn’t in its normal parking spot beside Jake’s. 

Meaning he wasn’t home. 

You’ve respected Jake’s wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number. 

“Hello?” 

“Sunghoon, where are you right now?” 

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You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction. 

You sat down beside him, “How are you holding up?” 

Sunghoon scoffs, “Holding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because I’ve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.” 

You felt bad for him, mostly for what you’re about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it. 

“I’m sorry for asking you to do this again…” 

Sunghoon just shrugs, “If I am being honest, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now.” 

You raised your brow, “Yeah?” 

He nodded, “Jake was against it,” he took a deep breath, “Something was off that day…with him.” 

“What do you mean?” You placed a hand on his knee, “You can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.” 

Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, “He told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.” You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, “So you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.” 

You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue. 

“I got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?” You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? “But I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw him…alive,” he took a deep breath, “So I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.” 

You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, “I believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasn’t acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, I…couldn’t find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlocked…then I found the bodies.” 

You squeezed his knee, “It’s okay.” 

He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, “I smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And then…then there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. He’s never been surprised to see the bodies. He’s been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his face…the surprise that was there.” 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, “The weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,” Sunghoon scoffs, “How did it just disappear.” It was a good question. A very good one. “He hasn’t been the same since then.” 

You tried to lighten the mood, “Maybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.” Sunghoon gave you a confused look, “You know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,” you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, “It’s right here.” 

Sunghoon raised a brow, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We haven’t wrestled inside the apartment.” Your smile faded. Sunghoon’s phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jake’s caller ID on the screen, “Guess he noticed I wasn’t home.” Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, “I haven’t been telling him when I’ve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.” He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, “Thank you for listening to me, I don’t want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isn’t even him. He’s just weird, I guess.” 

You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoon’s story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didn’t make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after. 

—

“You should really keep your front door locked, YN, there’s a killer out there.” Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, “Make any progress yet?” 

You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, “No I haven’t. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew you’d be coming here.” 

Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, “We’ll catch him, don’t worry honey.” 

You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname he’d given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line. 

Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, “Can I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I don’t smell the greatest from practice.” 

You scrunch your nose, “Yes, please. You smell.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, “I’m stealing your deodorant.” 

You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag. 

You didn’t want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didn’t add up. No part of it did. Jake’s actions didn’t add up. Jake’s story he gave you didn’t match Sunghoon’s or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together. 

You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag. 

The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bag…the pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to go through people’s things, honey?” before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, “I expected better from you than to snoop around.” 

Jake’s hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer. 

“Keeping secrets is very rude too,” you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, “But I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.” 

Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, “Can’t get anything past you, can I?” 

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours. 

“Why did I do it?” he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, “You’ll need to be specific, honey.” 

You swallowed, “Everything.” 

Jake chuckles again, “Because it’s fun.” It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, “You think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.” 

“It’s why you joined our club,” you swallowed again, “To make it harder for us to figure you out.” 

Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, “I thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.” he hissed, tightening his grip, “You made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didn’t suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you don’t think I didn’t know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?” 

“You have our phones and the office bugged,” this should surprise you, but it doesn’t. It made sense. 

He pressed his lips to your ear, “Smart girl. Think I wouldn’t bug your phone? Or my best friends?” 

“Jake, you were going to kill him, weren’t you.” 

Another low chuckle, “Yes,” your body stilled, feeling cold, “It would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have.” 

You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, “You went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.” 

He growled in your ear, “Shut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didn’t even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. That’s when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didn’t know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.”

“All to keep your fucking secret,” you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.

“Watch it, honey,” he hissed, “You do have a knife to your throat right now.” 

“She fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.” 

Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, “Nothing gets past you. You’d make a great detective someday, honey.” 

You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. He’s murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.

Jake pressed his chest to your back, “You know,” he whispers, “I’ve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,” he rocked his hips against your ass, “It’s so fucking hot.” 

It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening. 

You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him. 

You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them. 

“Stop fighting me!” he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor. 

You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face. 

He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, “You look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.” 

Jake was so turned on by this. He’s only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what you’d sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face. 

“You get horny every time you kill someone?” you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning. 

Jake cocked his head, “You’re not afraid of me?” 

“Why would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?” 

Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, “Baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.” 

From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his. 

He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didn’t expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didn’t expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid. 

Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, “You get me so hard,” he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasn’t stupid, you knew that. 

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldn’t you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck. 

You relaxed your body, “If you’re going to kill me, then do it.” 

Jake smiled, “Want me to?” He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, “Where should I start?” He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, “Tell me, baby.” 

You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, “Start by taking the rest of my clothes off.” 

He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, “Yeah?” you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, “So fucking dirty,” he cooed, “Should have known you were into killers.” 

You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, “Lay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.” 

His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you. 

You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, “Jake,” 

“Shhh, honey,” he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, “I know.” 

The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than he’d thought, “You love the way my knife feels against you?” He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, “love the way it feels to glide against your skin?” He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you. 

Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, “fuck baby,” he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, “feel so good and I’m not even moving.” 

You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, “I told you to stop being so impatient.” 

“Jae, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, “I need you.” 

Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until you’re cumming around his dick. 

Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, “Why aren’t you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.” 

You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, “Because I have secrets of my own.” 

Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, “Tell me your secrets.” 

“You already seem to know them all, stalker,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours. 

“Tell me anyway,” he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, “I don’t know what you haven’t texted or physically talked about.” 

“I have feelings for you,” you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, “I’m obsessed with you, Jake.” 

Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping. 

“Fuckkkk,” he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, “Even your blood tastes good.” 

He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more. 

And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you. 

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, “Letting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.” He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right. 

You pulled at his hair, “Jake!” you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, “I’m going…fuck…I’m going to cum.” 

“Please,” he groaned, “Cum for me baby,” he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, “fucking cum around my cock for me, honey.” 

A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess you’ve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one he’s dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you. 

“Gonna cum soon,” he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, “fuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.”

You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, “Jae, I can’t—“

“I know, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, “Going to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.” 

Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, “Shit,” he hissed, “Fixing to cum—fuck—I’m cumming, honey, I’m cum—“ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, “Sex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good it’d feel to cum in you.” 

Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didn’t care how obvious it was. 

“Fuck I am in love with you.” he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasn’t fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back. 

Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more. 

He wouldn’t kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you weren’t getting away from him that easily. 

“Awe, babe,” he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, “This is how this will go now,” he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, “You will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you don’t know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?” 

You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret. 

He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again. 

What did you get yourself into?

— perm taglist: @alvojake @ikeuverse @woniebae @shawnyle @kangnina @jwnghyuns @in-somnias-world @zyvlxqht @aaa-sia @wonniethepoo @addictedtohobi @eneiyri @sparklovespink @skzenhalove @fakeuwus @cherry-park @vousty @ladyartemesia @psh9 @cmoundiamante @enhaverse713586 @wondipity @lhsvibez

#yeonzzzn asks #— 🔪 anon #jake bby #jake sim #sim jake #sim jaeyun #sim jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #enhypen #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #ghostface au #enhypen hard hours #yeonzzzn writing #ghostface!jake

[mysicklove]

is this a safe space to talk about sounding

#🔪 - mello talks too much #anon that ask u sent me about yuuji and sounding #driving me off the walls

[rodolfoparras]

Hear me out Price with a faded tramp stamp

- 🔪

Price doesn’t talk much about his past and when he does decide to do so he doesn’t delve into much detail mostly because Price isn’t very proud of it.

Rising so fast in rank meant that he had to get his hands dirty more than the average soldier would but it also came with an ego boost that shot through the roof which eventually led to making stupid decisions such as acquiring risqué piercings and shitty tattoos.

But things have mellowed down, he has mellowed down, grown into a proper man. He’d taken most of his piercings out, and the shitty tattoos he got have long faded away but the memories from those days remain, especially one that seemed burned into his memory, one he always seems to remember when he’s sprawled out on his sheet, unable to sleep, with his hand wrapped around his length, lazily stroking himself as he gets lost in the memory he cherishes so much….

He doesn’t remember if it had been a stupid dare or if it had been his drunken mind, that had gotten him into your tattoo shop that night.

He remembers you asking what it was that he was looking for and he even remembers you asking if he’d been sure when he had told you what tattoo he had wanted, but if he was to be honest most of his focus was on you and how you must’ve been the most handsome man he had seen, all covered in tattoos and decked out in piercings.

Price wasn’t usually into men, but for you he’d make an exception, maybe it really was the alcohol or presumably adrenaline speaking but he couldn't care less, could even feel his cock stir in his pants as you helped him into his chair before you started tattooing his lower back.

Despite having been warned that the lower back was the most painful spot; he didn’t mind it that much, matter of fact he had gotten used to being beaten and bruised. If anything his pain tolerance made things worse, because he could feel his cock stir while you worked with the needle.

Before he knew of it he was sporting a hard on, subtly grinding down onto the leather chair to provide some relief for his aching length.

At first you seem oblivious to what he’s doing, ever so focused on your tattooing but he can feel you press a gloved hand down onto his spin, to keep him from moving around.

However all that does is add pressure onto his dick and he hears a grunt slip past his lips.

“You okay?” You say, momentarily pausing your movements to take a look at him.

A hum is all he manages in response and you resume your work.

However it doesn’t take much before he’s unable to look past the throbbing between his legs, as he continues to shuffles around in your chair, granting his cock much needed friction.

Another grunt escapes his lips which you must’ve taken as a sign of him being in pain because you reassure him with the words “we’re almost there” and he has to bite down on his tongue till he tastes blood in his mouth so that he doesn’t say anything stupid that will get him kicked out.

However the next string of words will for sure get him kicked out because there’s no way he can stop himself from tipping over the edge when he hears you say.

“Good boy”

The sound of his own cry snaps him out of the memory as ropes of cum spills over his fist.

Oh how he misses the day you tattooed him.

#🔪 anon #thank u for ur patience dear anonie 🫶🏻 #call of duty #john price #alec answers #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #sub male character

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

warning // nsfw link

imagine mingyu doing this to you. like after fucking you that makes you delirious and making you squirt at the same time is 🤌🤌

link to the video

tw: dom!mingyu, sub fem!reader, squirting, multiple creampies, pussy slapping, use of the word whore, fingering, mating press, just pure filth tbh

@onlymingyus @junkissed @bitchlessdino @idyllic-ghost @strawberryya @duhnova

"Jesus fucking Christ, Gyu!"

That's what you're able to scream when your beloved whore of a boyfriend blows another load in your cunt, letting it gush out of your hole in a thick, stark white line.

Once he slips his cock out, you're violently squirting all over your ass and thighs, soaking the sex towel for the third time in a row.

"Fuck sweetie, your pussy is godly" Mingyu moans out loud, rapidly slapping the tip of his shaft over your cunt, forcing you to squirt more of your juices, your mouth spewing a string of whiny moans with each spurting of your cum.

"Babe you're cumming so hard and we've barely been fucking for what, two hours?" he taps his cock on your clit again, enjoying the way your legs are squirming.

"Two hours is t-too little for you? Are you that insatiable, Gyu?" you pant, trying to regain your composure, but your brain turns into putty when he slams his cock inside you again, writhing on the couch from sensitivity.

"I got a leave from the office today, remember? Or have I already fucked you dumb enough I've turned your brain off?" he leans over you, pressing your legs flat on your chest in mating press, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.

Mingyu resumes his thrusts even hungrier than before, his hands keeping your legs in place, dick bullying your sweet spot over and over again.

"G-Gyu, y-you- fuck, your cock is so g-good to my pussy, shit, fuck me more!" you grip his forearms, begging him to be rougher.

"Fuck, you're gripping me like a vice, you're such a whore for me, baby" his moans come out deeper and cut-off, his pelvis slapping against your wet skin, chasing another high.

Mingyu's body stills on top of you, his thick cock filling up your pussy with another creamy load of cum, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he juts his hips one more time before sliding out, eyes fixated on your pussy squeezing it out again.

"I'm so obsessed with your pussy, love, you have no idea" he slides one finger inside you, thrusting it slowly to make you pump out more of his cum, "It looks even prettier when it's messy"

"A-And then you call me the w-whore" your hips lurge upwards, feeling yourself breaking down again soon.

"Me being a whore doesn't cancel out the fact that you're a whore for my dick, Y/N" he slaps your pussy once and you yelp, squirting again, almost ruining the towel underneath you.

Mingyu grasps on this opportunity and starts slapping your cunt repeatedly, the rough pads of his fingers coming in contact with your clit and outer lips four times in a row, rubbing them harshly, bending your pussy to his will and making it flood again, a fresh layer of your wet slick covering your skin.

You lay on the couch, barely able to speak and panting like you finished running on a marathon.

"You're already tired, baby?" Mingyu giggles, running his hand over his abs, palming his cock.

"What....what do you think, genius?" you run your hand through your hair, sweat forming on your forehead.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm willing to give you time to recover...." he towers over your body, leaning into your ear.

"We have all day long ahead of us and I'm nowhere near done with you and your pretty pussy."

#svthub #mingyu smut #svt mingyu #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #answered✨ #nsfw📹 #I feel so fucking SICKKKKKKK #ANON I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT FUCKING DAY😍🔪

[yanluvr]

Does max have naughty dreams of Mc? Spicy anon 🌶

you bet your beautiful ass he does. on the rare instances when max can sleep in your bed with you; if he’s surrounded by your scent, he’s already drooling and feeling his cock twitch in his boxers.

he dreams of you having your way with him. ride him till he’s blowing loads, pound his ass until he’s dumb, he wants you to own him, to call him your bitch toy. he wants you so badly-

he wakes up to creaming in his boxers. thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper.

#˚ 🔪 ₊‧ max ⟢ #spicy anon 🌶️ <3 #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere oc #yandere hybrid #yandere x you #yandere male #male yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere insert #yandere drabble #sub yandere

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

HSJSHF someone from Johnny's past running into him and being like TF HAPPENED TO THE GUY WHO THREW BRICKS AT COP CARS????

-🔪

RIGHT????

Little drabble about that because it inspired me:

Johnny MacTavish was a punk

Picture me this:

The 141 decide to go to a pub after coming back from a mission and doing debrief. It's the same as usual, sitting on a table, talking, Johnny being loud.

"Well, I'll be damned! John MacTavish?" A Scottish-brogued voice comes from behind Johnny's shoulder. It makes Johnny freeze immediately and he turns, as do the rest of the men.

"Oi! What are ye doin' 'ere?" Johnny greets and immediately stands to give his old mate a hug, before introducing him to the rest of the men. "How ye been, mate?"

"How've I been? How've YOU been? Look at ye! I barely recognized ye, lad! Good thing ye've still got that stupid fuckin' mohawk a'yers!" His friend says.

"'Still'?" Kyle asks from his spot at the table, seeming amused by the whole display.

"Aw yea! John's always had that fuckin' thing all the way from Year 7 or so." His friend replies.

"No way? That long?" Kyle teases.

"Always had bad taste, eh, Johnny?" Simon quips from across the table.

"It's nae bad taste!!! It's just a style I like!" Johnny tries to defend himself.

"Style? Lad, we lived the punk life, fuck are ye talkin' 'bout 'style'?" His friend joins in on the teasing.

"A punk?! Yer kiddin'! With the studded belts, piercings, and hair spikes and everythin'?" Kyle jokes.

"Oh yeh, we used to call 'im John 'FUCK THE POLIS' MacTavish." His friend adds, getting the rest of the man to laugh.

"Oh, please, sit." John remarks and extends a seat to Johnny's friend. "And say, do you have any pictures of that time?"

#asks #🔪 anon #johnny mactavish was a punk #john soap mactavish #cod modern warfare #cod drabble

[gabessquishytum]

Ive been lurking for a long time just eating other peoples ideas but i cant get over sleazy pickup artist hob having this religious pussy experience from this weird goth he met at a bar just standing there silently like a mannequin. I would love it if dream was only this unearthly beauty to HOB. Literally NOBODY ELSE gets why this crying wet cat bewitched him body and soul... hob is a total conman on the internet manosphere bc he looks like Alpha Male and he just says some bullshit he makes up on the fly and starts pyramid schemes. He stumbles out of that hookup dazed and confused but feeling like he needs to buy a ring and perhaps commission a golden statue. Hes Different after. Like his accounts drop off activity for a good long while as he tries so desperately to find this Weird Fucking Guy hes not quite sure was human at this point and when people start noticing what hes doing hes an absolute laughing stock but hes too busy pulling all nighters red strings on the corkboard to care hes like an obsessed mad scientist in a monster movie. He goes to that bar EVERY NIGHT. For 100 days. Then his magnificent stranger walks back in and orders a glass of milk at the bar and hob is ready to simp for the rest of his fucking LIFE. Morpheus is this guys Actual Name and hob realizes he could have just like,, looked him up online if he believed morpheus when he told him the next morning then left while hob was in the shower. But dream shares that he doesn't have social media. Or a computer. Or a phone. He pulls out this ancient flip phone held together with scotch tape and willpower so hob can enter his number. He types with one index finger on hobs screen to enter his own. Hob is gifted his presence for another night of insane sex where he almost dies like twice and comes more times in a row than he has in his life. Dream is completely unaffected by literally any media attention and No One Gets The Appeal. Hes like a cryptid and everyone knows who HOB is seemingly BUT dream and he really doesnt care about any of the questions he gets. Usually just responds with some shit like "you could be learning a new hobby right now. Try oil painting, perhaps the clarinet." Its not even beer goggles bc hob is following after this freak like a puppy in the middle of the afternoon wearing all black and a long jacket in August while he picks out the specific peanuts from a big barrel he would like to feed the birds at the park today.

-🔪

Yeah I absolutely love the idea that Dream is a weird skinny gremlin to EVERYONE. Except for Hob. Hob thinks he's an angel, a beautiful ethereal creature, Dream has literally saved Hob’s soul from the torments of cringey redpill internet content. Hob walks around with heart eyes 24/7, basically waits on Dream hand and foot. He doesn't give a shit if he gets ripped on online - he doesn't go online anymore, he's way too busy staring at the way the light filters into Dream’s eyes.

He's so down bad for Dream’s pussy it's almost comedic. He'll get on his knees and bed to be allowed just a sniff, just a moment with his nose between Dream’s legs. He'd buy Dream’s bath water but he's so lucky he doesn't even have to!!! He gets it for free!!!

All this to say: they're both freaks, no body gets why they're Like That but true love finds a way!

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[sxulcxtcher]

Imagine a bratty sub who just desperately needs attention but you’d been so mean ignoring there lil please for attention

So where they’re frustrated they beg you to go clubbing and you relent only to see why they wanted to come clubbing a choosing a random person and decided to start dancing with them and grinding on them since if you won’t willingly give them attention they’ll leave you no other choice

so you do give them the attention they’ve so craved but so much more than they could possibly handle overstimulating them so much pretty lil tears are streaming down there face whilst they managed to beg for forgiveness saying they’ll do anything for your forgiveness and you've got a great idea pushing the cold steel in there body carving out there name so they know next time they act up that this body of theirs is claimed

just wondering your thoughts it from one brat to another 🔪

im seriously convinced you anons can see into my drafts...<3🌹

#✰heart offers #✰🔪 anon

[hawnks]

mint. my friend. beloved. darling. you’re KILLIMG me with the omega gojo, like. I can’t handle it. I desire him so carnally it should be a crime. How Could You Do This To Me.

-🔪

KASKKSKKSKSS don’t let him hear that <3 he will never let it go

#omega gojo is a quick sand pit 😔 #mint talks #🔪.anon

[il-predestinato]

I like lestappen, I really do, but I don't like how some shippers talk about charles. Some of them are always undermining him in a way, like it seems like they don't take him seriously as a driver and just see him as the pretty love interest.

So the thing about the tag being full of lestappen is that it's great, but it would be better if they could also appreciate him as a driver and not just as the boyfriend who is there to just to make max happy

So, so true! There’s nothing worse than “Lestappies” who don’t respect one of the drivers and don’t see him for his talents and accomplishments as an individual. It’s beyond irritating to see Charles reduced solely to a vessel for their rpf fantasies when he is an extraordinarily gifted driver. He just got his 20th pole and never drove the fastest car in the field for more than half a season combined in all his years of F1. He’s the only non-RB driver to have finished ahead of Max on track this year. We have seen exactly what he can do when he has the machinery to rival Max.

But I think what draws most people (I hope) to Lestappen is precisely that: their individual talent and attitude towards racing are in a league of their own. They have also spent half of their lives racing each other. When they have comparable machinery, their wheel-to-wheel racing is absolutely breathtaking and peerless, and you know what? They love it too, and that’s beautiful to see.

So when I say I love seeing the Charles tag filled with Lestappen - that is what I mean: to be close to each other on track so that we have just the glimmer of hope of seeing them fight - like Silverstone 2019, Bahrain 2022, and Saudi Arabia 2022 - even though we have been denied so far this season (thanks Ferrari). Because when Max and Charles are together, fighting lap after lap, their incredible talent really shines through and we all win as F1 fans.

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #if you don’t love lestappen for their individual talents as drivers and their amazing wheel to wheel racing… #why do you even ship them?! #nothing is more irritating than when one of them is just some ‘vessel’ for your rpf fantasies #elle.ask #anon #oh yeah and put some ****ing respect on charles leclerc’s name 🔪

[rodolfoparras]

I want to make old man price piss himself so badly

- 🔪

Thinking about Price who allows himself to indulge in his piss kink by letting you be the one to decide when he gets to piss, using movie nights as an excuse to have him drink a bunch of liquids, purposely pressing and pushing his bladder til he’s begging and pleading for you to let him piss but you’ll just drag it out telling him you’ll let him go when a commercial break comes up but you never end up letting him go and he ends up pissing himself in the sofa, and he’s absolutely embarrassed fat tears rolling down his cheeks bottom lip wobbling while sitting in his own piss but you’re quick to bring him into your comforting embrace while groping him through his piss soaked pants

Or making Price feel embarrassed for being able to piss himself more often than he’s able to make himself hard “it’s like you’re not even trying” you say with a sharp smile on your face, and pressing down on his bladder , watching the way he sit on the couch, frantically stroking his soft cock in a desperate attempt to give himself a boner , “maybe you just want to piss yourself instead hm?”, doesn’t take much before drops of piss are trickling down your fist, with whines and whimpers escaping price’s lips

Or maybe even going as far as taking Price out for drinks knowing how he gets with one too many of them in his system, pushing and pressing on his bladder under the table while surrounded by other people, maybe friends maybe strangers, watching the flush on his cheeks, the way he’s biting down on his bottom lip and glaring down at the glass in his hand to distract himself from the light stream that’s making itself known on his jeans

Or Price straddling your lap, face buried in your neck, your hand softly caressing his back while a prominent stream appears on his pants “just like that” you coo, hands guiding his hips so that he’s grinding down on your clothed cock as he pisses

#they just don’t get it (non piss lovers) #alec answers #🔪 anon #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #sub male character

[bakubunny]

tw: dark content / daddy kink piss kink mention

The world truly isn’t ready for (maybe yan) daddy aizawa x piss pink … like him making you drink water before having you tied up, maybe even inspecting you and making you hold it in …

Another idea is if we get hizashi involved in it too 😳

i have so many thoughts and feelings on daddy!shota and piss kink that it’s kind of embarrassing to admit. @dcsiremc wrote smth on it a couple weeks ago i think and it’s been stuck in my head (quietly) ever since.

and bring in hizashi and it’s not much better. i am unable to function rn.

#on fridays we share with the class #tw dark content #tw piss #💖 #🔪 #💛 #aizawa smut #aizawa shouta #smut hcs #🩰 anon

[yanluvr]

How big is max down there??

- 🛸

his bush is lightly trimmed and leads up to his happy trail of fluffy black fur. he’s 4 inches flaccid and 8 inches when errect. when max is close to climax, the base of his cock forms a knot. it usually takes 3 rounds to tire him. but if he’s in heat, he’ll need more.

#˚ 🔪 ₊‧ max ⟢ #🛸 anon <3 #yandere smut #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere drabble #yandere blurb #yandere oc #yandere hybrid #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere male #male yandere

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

PIERCINGS?!?!?!?!?! WOAH MAMA

I adore body mods 🥰

Omfg 141 x piercer! Reader who does all their stabbies....

-🔪

I know this is NOT what you asked for, not even remotely.

However,

I have HCs and will not be silenced.

( this is also for you @crashtestbunny and @ghostsbimbo )

The 141 and their piercings

A/N: THIS IS FOR FUN. WE ARE SUSPENDING DISBELIEF. I KNOW PIERCINGS WOULD PROBABLY NOT BE PRACTICAL FOR SOLDIERS DURING FIELD WORK LIKE THEM, OKAY???

Simon Ghost Riley is pierced everywhere and I know it because I dreamt of it. Tongue? Check. Nipples? Check. Cock? Check! He has a Jacob's ladder. Ears? Multiple. Nose? Yep, nose ring. Lips? Probably had snake bites at some point but removed them because of the mask. 🙄 Replaced them with dimple piercings, though!

Johnny MacTavish has had his ears pierced all over and at one point wore an industrial piercing WITH a chain connecting his helix to his earlobe. PLUS he had a lip ring and he used to lick it all over thinking it was hot (it was).

Kyle Garrick has earrings and wears them often when he's not on duty. Cute little gold stud on OUR stud???? Plus, he has a slutty little belly button piercing. I don't make the rules.

John Price HAD earrings and an eyebrow piercing at one point, but let the holes close because of his "credibility" as a captain or whatever 🙄 gave in to peer pressure how dare he? I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE FACT THAT JOHN PRICE DEFINITELY HAS A PRINCE ALBERT.

#asks #🔪 anon #piercings #simon ghost riley has piercings change my mind #barry sloane has had piercings and therefore so has john price

[gabessquishytum]

Monster under the bed au has me imagining hob frantically googling how to invite a demon to live at your house. "Ugh! No! Im not looking to get RID of one!!" His roommates in the student apartment are like "hey hob whats with the creepy fucking altar on your side of the room now? I dont think were allowed to have candles bro :/" hob has 3 other guys living with him but theyre hardly ever home and when they are theyre stoned out of their minds or near comatose from a hangover. Hob gets to have his freaky demonic lover and hes gaslighting the SHIT out of these poor frat bros who think hob summoned a demon whos haunting their dorm. (He did). Its like the "dude youve gotta stop summoning demons in the dorm bro..." tumblr post.

-🔪

Asskdkfjsjsj I feel VERY amused by the idea of fratboy Hob just like. As a concept. But fratboy Hob who has summoned a monster/demon to live in the frathouse/dorm room? Even better. Fucking hilarious.

Hob has to do the MOST to hide the fact that Dream is absolutely a demon. When his bros walk in on their freaky makeout sessions and ask Hob about it later, Hob is in full denial. "No, what the hell, he's not a demon! He's just goth!" "Bro he has like 250 teeth. He's definitely a demon." "Well OK Chad I think you're just being homophobic actually."

It would help if Dream actually tried to be subtle, but he absolutely isn't. He enjoys making the walls bleed. He thinks it's artistic! Fortunately he has one tactic that actually does help: he supplies Hob with good weed, which he then passes on to the housemates. Dream won't ever say where he actually gets the weed from, but it's definitely the good stuff. Either that or the bros in the house just got used to Hob’s freaky boyfriend.

All the efforts are entirely worth it. It would be unbearable for Hob to be away from his beloved Dream for long. Now he has his special altar, and Dream can come and go as he pleases. He can slide into Hob’s lap when he's studying, or crawl into bed with him, or slither into the shower. Best of all he can fuck Hob to sleep every single night (with several long fingers shoved into his beloved's mouth. It would be impolite to wake up the rest of the household!)

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw weed