#i’m snug as shit rn

[rozecrest]

it’s me and my weighted blanket and my heating pad against the world every night

#i’m snug as shit rn #i started sleeping in my heating pad during a particularly bad period and it changed my whole walk #gnight oomfs <3 #chats

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

I am living blogging my reaction to the second watch through of WDAPTEO 4 bc the first run through was so much

00:00- I screamed when I saw the notif. I was alone in the car. Just pulled up to my apt looked at my phone and screamed “ no way “ I still can’t believe we got it

00:01- hi, they are SO BEAUTIFUL I’m squealing. I cannot stop staring it’s embarassing

00:27 what’s going on here? “Nothing” my heart. The smiles

00:50 oh I am LOVING the feature wall. And fish tank reveal project??

01:00 how dare they throw THAT japhan photo up there like it’s just some example. Who the hell do they think they are- also I want that doomed hoodie :( he is snug as a bug in a rug

01:50 terror not even 2 minute in and crack

02:03 I’m sorry Dan asking Phil about TikTok stuff is precious

02:13(What is cba)

02:39 I CACKLED. Phil’s sarcastic ass omg

02:44 dans little pat

02:58 phivorce

03:05 I know the ft, they are friends of course. But seeing the messages really warms my heart. Like it’s so normal why am I emotional

03:52 of course Phil sends millions of memes

04:10 how in the fuck did Phil catch his phone what??? Ft dans face during the whole interaction.

Ad time —— 04:25. Im sorry Dan looks fucking amazing, his hair is so curled and pretty? And he looks so comfy cozy and soft??? My Dannie side is really coming out rn

04:59 handsome devil, damn straight. Love this man he’s too precious for this world

05:23 🍑

05:55 are the Brits okay??? Bone daddies?? I’m too American for this

06:30 perfectly encapsulated Dan and Phil energy

06:35 Dan saying dude scratches a weird itch in my brain

06:55 again! Totally normal to call a friend in a taxi. But this moment makes them so real in my mind like yes. Call that friend. In that taxi. Make it less awkward. Why did I like this moment so much

07:05 A PRETEND CONVO OF COURSE HE WOULD. He’s so real for that

07:34 “these are very dan and Phil”

07:42 I’m in pain. Koala content and ouch I can’t even put into words

08:44 three days without a text sounds exaggerated. Or lie. Like cmon. All those messages and convos and yall went 3 days without a word?? Sounds fake

08:58 asking what he should do for his nails!!? Again totally normal but UGH I love their friendship

09:01 also Phil coming in with a STELLAR idea, hope to see it happen

09:11 Phil’s a little shit OMG he hated the nails Dan got.

09:38: dans precious little selfies

09:44 also who tf is that that does not look like Dan

09:52 wtf do you mean that they had the same weird Swedish bakery???? 10 years apart???? WHAT THE HELL??????

10:35 fuckin nerds ft cute ft selfie

10:52 Dan in Phil’s glasses hi what the fuck? Precious. Phil loves to take photos of Dan sleeping.

11:02 jump. Scare.

11:28 PHIL CALLED HIS MOM. NURSE LESTER.

12:11 Dan stalking the ring doorbell is not something I expected?

12:20 glad to know Phil and I share that we can’t hear someone saw our name bc it’s too intimate

13:16 ordering a roast dinner is so cute idk why

13:35 jump. Scare.

14:26 I hate them :( i so long for what they have

15:04 they didn’t see death note the musical!! Haters!!!!

15:20 HOT

16:00 Phil papping Dan>>>>>>

16:20 I rewatched this part so many times. Thsi entire sequence. This whole. Dare i say SCENE. Disgustingly familiar. Disgustingly cute. I- karaoke game???? What??? It was for them

17:06 omatone :(

18:22 hot? Worrying? Hmm???

18:45 Phil is so dramatic I love him

19:01 genre to dinner? I don’t get them

19:10 DAAAAAN AHHHHH

19:20 SCRIPTS AH???????3@2/9/@/9@22929 more writer Dan

20:17 this is so familiar

20:50 this has “would you still love me if I was a worm” energy? Can’t explain

22:53 “we dan and phil-ed it” we have to steal that! Asap’

23:24 when Dan sits up he is soooo much taller than Phil but he constantly slumps down and looks up to Phil. It’s very cute to watch.

24:30 oh they are fully embracing the joint channel and slowly moving away from gaming and honestly. I’m alright with it. They look so happy

Guys this was too much. So I just started reading fanfic and these conversations were right out of what I’ve been reading which is very odd tbh? But we were fed. This was amazing content and I can’t wait to see what the writers do with this. Cheers

#amazingphil #dan and phil #daniel howell #phil lester #dnp #philip lester #dan howell #danisnotonfire #dan and phil renaissance #Daniel and Philip #Daniel Howell and Philip Lester #Wdapteo 2023

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Just me thinking about cuddling Anakin cause he’s so cuddleable

He’s so big and strong and baby girl he’d love to just cuddle up with a fluffy blanket on the couch during a rainy day on Coruscant. It’s perfect the lights are off and the only light pouring in is from all the neon city lights and speeders. Imagine lying your head on his chest and listening to his heart beating that shit would put me to sleep instantly. For me just imagining how serene it would feel to be curled up on top of him. Having one hand in his hair and slowly scratching his scalp cause I know he eats that the fuck up and loves head rubs and when you play with his hair. Your other hand is holding his shoulder or tracing your fingers over the defined muscles across his bicep. He’s got his hands all over you too, one arm tucked under your waist to keep you squished nice and snug against him and he slowly strokes your spine feeling every dip and curve on your back. I’d die to have skin-to-skin contact with Anakin cause I know that man is a whole portable heater and would keep my cold ass warm. The contrast between your warm skin and the cool of his metal hand is to die for, feeling his cold fingers touch your back makes you shiver but it’d feel comforting and intimate for some reason. Anakin takes deep and long breaths cause he's so content and you can feel his chest rising and falling as he slowly falls asleep. I wanna lie on top of him and feel his toned stomach against my chest and brush my fingers against his ribs to make him let out a smexy breathy laugh cause he’s ticklish as fuck. Then just thinking about those head kisses. He’s so precious he leans up to occasionally kiss your head and smell your hair. Anakin would be so damn comfy I need it rn.

I’m severely touch-deprived if you couldn't tell 😘

#lyss talks shite #my new hashtag wow #i want anakin cuddles pls #anakin skywalker #anakin drabble #anakin fluff #star wars #star wars drabble

[levmada]

Your trans Levi gives me life. Would you consider write more? As soon, as you take requests again of course!

I honestly love this! One of the best written things I have ever read! I want trans Levi in my life. His body being worshipped by y/n when he feels insecure, y/n taking care of him after top surgery or when he struggled with the hormones, him pleasuring y/n for the first time, y/n just cuddling him and y/n standing by him in Public and stuff…

Honestly I’m hospitalized rn and I was so happy my request got answered! Amazing job

Also to recognize me: I’m 🌻

Love you! (Also sorry if I used any wrong terms, im not familiar with trans vocabulary)

nooo you did perfect!! i wanted to respond right away

reminder that i am trans and not appropriating or talking out of my ass lol

//male terms for afab body parts, some gender dysphoria, needles mention, very light mention of homophobia

i think it takes him a long time to get comfortable with sex, especially before he starts on any hormones, gets approved for top surgery, and (gender dysphoria is different for everyone who identifies as trans but) since he isn't interested in bottom surgery, it's a whole mess for him. at first, he always has a loose top on, wordlessly requesting you not to touch his chest, so your hands always stray around his hips and thighs instead. he needs you to say to him, Look how hard you are for me as you lap into his soaking cunt, spread open so he gasps from every press of your tongue. Pretty boy as your fingers curl inside him with the head of a purring vibrator rolling snug circle around his clit. Leaking so fucking much.

Levi doesn't like to make noises, both because letting you know how good you're making him feel is mortifying, and because he can't control the pitch of his voice when you fuck him good, and you always fuck him good. he'd rather give you his tongue, his fingers, suckling your nipples until they're peaked and tapping your clit with vibrations. grinding his strap inside you as deep as he will go. he prefers to make you scream.

hc that levi HATESS needles (for canon reasons..) but shots are the most effective way to take testosterone and it’s fucking grueling to convince himself to ask if you’ll help. he kinda walks up to you in the kitchen after you pick up the first prescription and locks his arms around your waist.

You giggle. “Yes?”

“Do me another favor.”

And you smile.

The first couple times, he looks away, pinning one leg of his boxers up while you inject his thigh. It’s kind of cold, and he hates needles, but there’s a happy flutter in his heart with every round of hormones. Because holy shit he won’t have to live the way he used to, obsessively lowering his voice and keeping the WikiHow article in his bookmarks of how to imitate a man’s body language, walking shoulders squared without subconsciously swaying his hips, drawing liner on his brows to make them look more masculine, the oversized clothes, getting looks whenever you’re shopping for clothes and getting MORE looks when it seems like two women are in a romantic relationship—boo fucking hoo. At least, he won’t have to obsess over that shit AS much.

you comment all the time on the changes to make Levi feel better about his anxious suspicion that nothing’s happening, even though he doesn’t worry openly. A lot of weight that used to fill out his hips and chest redistribute to his back and his biceps. He grows a LOT of hair, dark hair on his arms and dusted across his chest and thighs. When you’re swapping kisses in bed—his breath still hitches when he can bear to get rid of his shirt, which isn’t often—you focus on his neck, sucking little marks, and skip over his chest. His belly packed with soft muscle, and a new trail of hair below his navel. You keep your gaze on him as you lick downwards, starting from right there.

All the sex is a good thing. Testosterone makes it so the littlest thing sets off desire, and all the sudden he’s rolling his hips against your ass in the mornings (and even in the middle of the night…), his palm sneaking up your shirt and swallowing up your breast, whispering for you to spread your legs.

Along with this comes a shorter temper. He’s irritated more often, and at small things. Where he didn’t before, he’d openly glare when another man gives you a second look when you’re out, and get fidgety when he’s driving, for example. Hell, when you’re driving he’ll call the other dumbasses on the road out for what they are lol. He really needs you to even him out and tell him to let it go while he processes all these emotional changes.

The way he processes his emotions changes. Occasionally he gets a bout of acne. His voice cracks before it starts to naturally lower. It’s a whole second puberty.

Top surgery is a long and grueling process. It's pretty common that right afterwards, the patient gets a serious bout of fear and anxiety, due entirely to a physiological sense of loss, not regret. It's normal. Levi is pale and quiet as he rouses from the anesthetic, and he knows it's a temporary feeling, but he'd still rather sleep it off, silently requesting you keep holding his hand. He'd squeeze whenever you tried to pull away.

The physical soreness is pretty bad too. For like a month, he isn't allowed to pick up anything heavier than 10lbs, and while the drains do their thing (probably the grossest part of the whole ordeal imo) he makes a face and looks away whenever they have to be changed. For the first month, his chest is just bandages and these ugly catheters for fluid and blood he has to be careful not to jostle on the daily. Top surgery is a big experience, it takes a while to recover from.

But when he’s healed… all that remains of what used to be there scars lining the bottoms of his pecs and nipples… he can’t hide the smile that spreads across his cheeks in the exam room. You’re grinning at him behind your hand.

Levi is not the proud-of-his-body type but it feels AMAZING to walk around and go to sleep with his shirt off. He can donate all his binders, so he can say goodbye to the back pain and soreness and crippling chest dysphoria since you always remind him to please take it off before you go to sleep. Later down the line when he’s less sore, you worship his chest with your mouth, making up for all those times before. Suckling his hardened nipples, leaving bright red marks.

And like… the only thing he’s more thankful for than successfully transitioning is you, who in the first place accepted him as a man before he even got properly started. Every step of the way you’ve been his rock, and he makes sure you know he's thankful every fuxking day.

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#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #levi x reader #captain levi x you #captain levi x reader #levi fluff #aot fluff #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman fanfiction #trans character written by trans writer #🌻 anon #trans levi

[indouloureux]

could you write something abt being in a thunderstorm with joe quinn?? i’m literally in one rn and i’m interested as to how you think joseph would be in one (would he be scared and you’d have to comfort him or something??) it’s basically up to you <33

p.s. ily and your writing sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻

aaaa ily thank u <3333 i love thunderstorms and i think, although he wouldn't exactly enjoy it, he'd love the sound of rain!

he's snugged up in a sweater before the storm submerged.

you gradually sip your coffee, frowning because it's now room temperature. he sits on the couch though, legs crossed on the left side as the blanket covers his exposed calves, nose dug in a book before he snaps it shut at the sound of thunder clapping across the apartment.

he looks at you immediately. "there's a thunder,"

"no shit, jo,"

"you okay?" he pushes the blanket aside, wedging the bookmark inside the spine before he snaps it shut and pushes himself up the couch. "you're not scared, honey?"

you shake your head, moving your coffee aside. "no, but i'm a bit disappointed that my coffee's cold now,"

joseph gives you a sympathetic pout and makes up for your dismay by a small kiss to your lips as he hugs you to his chest. you smile, hands splaying itself on his back as he kisses you silly.

his stubble tickles your cheeks when he gives you quick, short pecks before he pulls you away and drags you to the couch. he draws the curtains closed with one hand, flipping the switch off so you dwell together in the darkness of your shared abode that floats in the storm that begins to roar.

"here," he wraps the blanket around the both of you, keeping you close to his chest. then he opens the lamp from the table beside, an orange glow coloring the both of you as he reaches for his book again.

(needless to say joe's a very calm person during a storm. he'd snuggle with you, read you a book in hopes to lull you to sleep so he'd keep you close to him, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and you consider the thunder and the lightning your lullaby)

sorry if it's short honey!

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn

[giggly-squiggily]

Alr alr twist my arm to send in a lil something…

I adore the way you write lee Takemichi and I’m rewatching TokRev rn sooooooo….!

May I request Lee Takemichi and Ler Draken (I PULLED A FAST ONE AND CHANGED IT UP THIS TIME!)

And as you know I’m shit at prompts so here’s some sentence starters for Inspiration!

“Well would you look at that.”

“Soo… what is it?”

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

“How do you have that many?”

ILYSM AND PLS FEEL ABSOLUTELY NO PRESSURE TO WRITE THIS BC I WANT YOU TO COME BACK TO THE HELLSITE IN A RELAXED MANNER!!!

Pls consume two hydrogen and one oxygen today kthx ily

JWKKEKJRKELJRKJLEKJRKJW DUCKY YOU ARE AMAZING! Thank you so much for the kind words! And heck yes! Any chance to write for Lee!Takemichi and just Draken in general is an amazing day!

I didn't know which sentence starter to use, so I just kinda combined them all-ish? Either way, I hope you like it!

“Well, what are you waiting for? Put it on.”

Takemichi startled, eyes widening as he looked up at Draken. “What? Wait- really?” He looked back at the worn leather in his arms, the Toman Jacket gifted to him full of memories.

Mikey’s old Toman Jacket.

Now given to him to wear.

Was he truly worthy of it?

“Oi, stop gawking and get dressed already.” Draken gestured to him to get on with it. With a yelp, Takemichi turned around and tugged on the jacket, letting the weight of it all settle.

Much like they suspected, it fit well. It was a tad snug on the arms, but he could move in it easily enough. Taking a breath, he turned to face Draken. “Well? How do I look?”

Draken ran a hand against his jaw, studying him carefully. He stood and gestured the other to turn, taking him in with each new angle. When Takemichi faced him head on once more, Draken nodded. “Yeah. It looks alright.”

Takemichi felt his heart leap. “Really? Thanks-”

“It’s crooked. Hang on.” Hands tugged at the hem of his jacket, pulling it straight. “Hm- perhaps a tad small. We’ll get Mitsuya to fix it- he’s into that stuff nowadays. He can make the sleeves bigger.” Draken fussed over him, smoothing out the creases and checking to make sure Takemichi could zip it close.

The gesture oddly reminded him of a mother hen. The image of Draken as such had him fighting back the giggles.

“What?” The bigger man raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing! N-Nothing.” Takemichi stilled, cheeks heating from being caught.

“It’s certainly not ‘nothing’. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing! Really, I’m not laughing!”

“Takemitchy.”

That tone. Takemichi’s traitorous brain translated it to clucking.

“Okay, now you are laughing!” Draken shook his head when Takemichi snorted, covering his mouth in horror. “Out with it already!”

“I’m-pfft! Aheahaha! I’m sorry! It’s just-” Terror that normally would leave him trembling only fueled his mirth, and he laughed in his hands as Draken rose to full height, eyeing him dangerously. “Y-Your like a mother he-hen!”

“......” Draken stared, eyes widening in shock. The sight only set off Takemichi further, and soon he was laughing openly, arms around his belly. “Ohohooho god I’m shahaharry!”

“You little…” Draken cracked his knuckles, the threat clear as day. “So, I’m a mother hen, eh?” He grabbed Takemichi, shocking the other into sobriety. “D-Draken?”

“What? Not funny anymore?” He was glaring at him. Oh no. No no no. He messed up. He got too comfortable with them! “Lost your funny bone? Here, let me help you find it!”

Takemichi squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the worst.

Instead of a punch to the face though…

“Ah! Aheaehahahahahahahaha! Wahhahait! Whahahhahahhait!” Takemichi yelped when fingers found his sides, squeezing gently. Oh no- tickling! The worst has come! “Dohoohohohn’t tihihihihickle mehehehhe!”

“Oh, first you want to laugh at second in command, and now you want to give orders?” Draken teased, amusement touching his tone as Takemichi squeaked and thrashed below him. Encouraged, he pulled the shorter boy into his chest, tossing one arm over his shoulders while the other continued to prod his waist and ribs. “You’ve got some serious balls, Takemitchy. I’ll give you that.”

“Geahahahahhahaha! Thhahhahahank yohohohoohu? Whahahahait- Whahahait noohoohooht thehehehehhere!” Takemichi’s giggle fit only increased when Draken shifted his hand over to his belly, clawing gently. With the Jacket unzipped, his thin button down gave him little protection from the other’s tickle attack. “Coohohohohohome on, I’m sahhahahhhaary!”

“Oh, so now you’re sorry?” Draken paused his tickles, pressing his hands into the smaller man’s sides in warning. “Alright- let’s hear it. You’re sorry for what?”

“Ahehe…hehehe…come ohohon, Draken!” Takemichi wheezed, cheeks red with exertion as he weakly glared at the other. At a gentle press to his ribs, he pressed on. “Okay okay! I’m sahaharry for calling you a mother ken! Let me go?”

“Uh, fine. I suppose I can let you go.” Draken pretended to think about it before letting the other be, laughing as Takemichi curled up on himself in giggles. “Watch your mouth next time. It’s bad enough Mikey-wait; did you say ‘Mother Ken?’”

Takemichi flushed in horror. He did.

The two stared at one another.

“Draken! Wait- I’m sorry! AH MIKEY HELP!” Takemichi cried as he raced out of the room, the bigger boy hot on his heels. Even with danger hot on his heels, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He really did love being in Toman.

I hope this was good!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022

#tokyo revengers #takemichi hanagaki #ken ryuguji #draken #takemichy #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #I love writing for these boys! #chaos and shenanigens

[howdoyousleep3]

mama k I invited my friend over for a few days because she’s my best friend, but I only realized after that I’ve never actually spent more than 1 day with her, and she’s never stayed the night or anything like that. I’m learning a lot of things about her, and I’m not exactly liking all of them??

her personality, while amazing and fun to be around in small doses, is very loud and excited ALL the time. which isn’t bad, I just can’t keep up with it for an extended period of time

she’s taking up a lot of space (physically, because we live in a small dorm room and the whole floor space is used up rn cause of the blow up bed) but also just in general?? she’s taking up a lot of space in the bathroom, which okay, small dorm bathroom, but like, there’s stuff everywhere on the counter, she doesn’t clean up the water she spills from when she washes her hands, she doesn’t wring out her face towel (AND she put it on my towel?? While still wet??) also, whatever cleansing/washing stuff she uses is turning the hand towel pink?? idk what’s going on there

AND so yesterday we were hanging out and drinking with some friends, and I had mentioned that I maybe wanted to make out with someone there (a friend of a friend I’ve met before, and one of them even offered to wingman me) and I was definitely more excited about the idea of it, because i realized throughout the night that I didn’t actually want to make out with her (I did not make this clear, and as far as she (the friend staying over) knew I was still game to make out with this person). But then it gets to the end of the night, and my friend (gonna call her B) starts vibing with this person (the girl I wanted to make out with) and at some point the girl leaves, and B full on takes the shot. calls her up and is like “hey, would you wanna keep hanging or whatever” and the girl turned her down (not for lack of wanting, she literally thought about it and was like “what’s on the table?”)

sorry that was way too much information, but my point is, I’m not mad that they vibed or whatever, I’m actually quite proud of my friend, but I’m annoyed and irritated that she would just do that so quickly, it’s not what actually happened that irritates me, it’s like the principle of the thing? In my experience you don’t usually shoot your shot with someone who you KNOW your friend was interested in??

idk there’s just a lot going on rn, and I’m kinda stressed because I miss my space, and I miss my roommate (she kinda hid out at her boyfriends this whole time, which is totally valid, I just miss the “me and roomie” time) this is definitely also partly on me for feeling this way, because I like to stick to my structure, and she’s changing it around, and im getting irritated at even the smallest things that probably shouldn’t warrant getting irritated at

im really sorry for this rant, I just needed to get it out because im just kinda stressed right now (she’s leaving tomorrow but then I have to clean up and wash sheets and do all this stuff on top of the work I have to do for school and shit). I’m just learning a lot of things, and it’s kinda stressing me out

sorry for the rant, I love you mama k 💕

Ugh bby! This all sounds so icky and upsetting, I'm so sorry. I think it's super common for you to view your friendships differently when you get to college, but that doesn't make it any easier. I hope your space is feeling like yours again and is much more peaceful. I'm sure this has been a very eye-opening experience and I hope that isn't too exhausting for you. Sending you so many peaceful snugs!! 🥺 Lub you so much. 💕

#askK #ugh i felt your frustration through this bb #protect your peace

[husbandhoshi]

i was watching p*rn and now i’m just thinking about soonyoung making you squirt bc you’re so overstimulated and i’m just 🥴

your ears are ringing; you feel yourself slowly coming back to earth when soonyoung takes his swollen lips off your cunt. you'd cummed on his tongue twice already, but he got you there so fast, you still craved his skin on yours.

it seems like he read your mind--before you could even fully register it, his lips, still slick with your arousal, hover over yours, close enough to touch. "can you give me another one, baby?" he asks, voice already a little shot from moaning into your pussy earlier. "wanna—fuck—feel you around me."

and you didn't think you had it in you, but even feeling the fat head of his cock at the entrance of your still fluttering hole was enough for you to seal your lips over his and kick your hips up, and you moan into him when you feel him stretch you out.

you're so sensitive that even when he's only barely in, you're whining, thighs shaking so bad around his waist, that he pulls back for a beat to look at you, who's already teary and delirious.

fuck, you can't even form full sentences, that when his eyes lock onto yours, you desperately just babble, "yes, god, yes, please just—please," you manage. "want it, want it, want it—”

"yeah?" soonyoung says, fucking the head of his cock in and out of you. "you like that?" he loves seeing your eyes roll back in pleasure, so fucked out just when he's barely inside you. you nod, so fast and desperate, you feel like you're rattling your brain around. "baby doesn't even want a break, huh?"

you shake your head, words not coming to you as all you can think about is getting railed into tomorrow night. when he enters again, a little deeper this time, it feels so good, whatever coherency you were capable of evaporates and you just mumble at him more, more and he obliges, hooking your ankles over his shoulders so he can trap you between his arms and properly fuck you into the mattress, balls-deep.

you're so blissed from your past two orgasms that when he bottoms out, your soul effectively leaves your body. and you can't even describe the feeling that washes over you when he starts grinding deep in you, pelvic bone rubbing against the hood of your clit just right, cockhead snug against your g-spot. god, he's hitting it just right every time; you just let your jaw hang open, slurring every word like a goddamn porn star because he's fucked you stupid.

and then you're cumming, so hard, so fast, you don't even realize you're squirting; he pulls his dick out and starts slapping your clit with a couple fingers, just enough stimulation for you to ride your orgasm out as he holds your hips down with the other arm. you're crying, voice so loud and shaky it doesn't even sound like it belongs to you. "shit," he swears, "gonna give it to you so good, fuck."

soonyoung bottoms out again—“so goddamn tight," he murmurs—and the only word in your vocabulary is yes, yes, yes as you hurtle towards yet another high.

#oops. went crazy. #ask #mutuals #tiff #hosh #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #seventeen smut #mine

[meltwonu]

18. “You’re in trouble now.”

28. “I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

notes; producer!woozi, idol!reader, dom!woozi, dirty talk, degradation, masturbation, daddy!kink! oKAY NOW THIS ONE WAS AN OBVIOUS ONE TO DO HAHAHAHAHA 😈❤️‍🔥 producer/studio jihoon in a soundproof room rly do make the brain go [static noises] all fuckin day long yall 😗✌️ quite frankly I could use a good time like that rn LOL (my manager is thinking abt opening up hiring positions! yay! things are looking up slowly 😭💕) also gentle reminder that a yoongi b-day mini fic will go up on Wednesday! 💕 I'm still on an altered schedule for the rest of march, I'll reblog the schedule change again as well as a reminder 💕 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“You can just wait in Jihoon’s studio - he just stepped out for a sec and he’ll be right back so the two of you can go over the audio recording!”

Your manager leaves before you can reply and you let out a tired sigh as you take a seat in Jihoon’s computer chair.

His headphones were left on the tabletop and the computer screen shows all of the programs left open from the last time you’d been there earlier in the week; cheeks puff up as you reach for the computer mouse with one hand and the headphones with the other.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if I take a sneak peek… It’s my vocals after all… And we need to finish this track by the end of today...”

You put the headphones on and make sure they’re snug before you’re clicking around on the computer screen - a small ‘a-ha!’ leaving your lips when you find the play button.

“Okay, should be this one…”

It takes a second for the audio to start playing but when it does, your entire body starts to heat up as your lips fall agape at what greets you.

‘Fuck… ngh… so fuckin’ tight…’

Jihoon’s voice surrounds you; goosebumps rising on your skin when he moans out your name in between curse words and airy breaths.

‘Fucking my hand wouldn’t be as fuckin’ good as fuckin’ your pretty ‘lil cunt… Ngh, mmngh, bet you’d cum just from feeling my cock inside of you, huh? Such a good girl for daddy… So good at taking all of me at once...’

Gulping, you can’t help but squirm as you continue to listen - half wondering why he’d even record himself getting off but half thanking him for how good he sounded masturbating to the thoughts of you.

‘I wanna see that pretty face of yours when I’m ruining you - face contorted in pleasure when I cum inside of you for the 5th time, when my cum is dripping out of that spent pussy of yours but you’re still begging me for more… Like daddy’s good ‘lil fuck toy...’

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip as the sounds of Jihoon’s moans and slicked hand make a rush of wetness soak into your panties and you can’t help the way you reach between your thighs as your skirt bunches up when you start teasing yourself through the soaked material.

‘I wanna hear you crying out for daddy when he makes you cum… Ngh, shit, you’d sound so cute crying for me… desperate for me to fuck you...’

A tiny moan escapes your lip; thighs trembling when you start to grind down against your own fingers.

But it doesn’t last long before the headphones are being tugged away from your head - lips parted in surprise as you freeze in place.

“Hmm… care to explain what you’re doing?”

Jihoon’s voice is slurred - almost similar to the way he sounded in the recording you’d just been listening to, moments prior.

“H-huh…? What—what do you m-mean…?”

“Tsk, what do I mean? You shouldn’t be snooping on other peoples’ computers.”

“But, I–”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore. Rather… I want to know what exactly you were imagining just now.”

He smirks from behind you; leaning over the back of the computer chair as you let out a small whimper.

“I–I wasn’t imagining a-anything though…”

“If you weren’t imagining anything, then why are you this wet?”

A shocked cry leaves your lips when his fingers are on top of yours in just a matter of seconds - his nimble fingers pushing down on your own as he makes you touch yourself even more.

“I, mmnh, you–you’re the one that, ah, l-left it open like this...” You whine, grinding against yours and Jihoon’s fingers as he chuckles darkly and leans in until his lips are ghosting against your ear.

“And? I stepped out for a second to clean the cum off of my fingers. I didn’t tell you to listen to that.”

He kisses your skin just as a garbled cry leaves your lips - while you did think Jihoon was attractive, you’d never imagined this.

“I, ngh, s-sorry, I–I really... a-ah...”

Your body jolts forward when his fingers play with your clit through the translucent material of your panties - your free hand jerking against the computer mouse as multiple programs on Jihoon’s computer screen close.

“Oh...”

His fingers stop as he watches the unsaved clip disappear - teeth gritting before he pinches your clit. 

“J–Jihoon!”

“You’re in trouble now, sweetheart. That wasn’t saved.”

“Buh–but I–”

He retracts his hand and quickly spins you around in the chair; his mildly annoyed yet aroused face greeting you as he smirks.

“Ah, guess you’ll have to record one with daddy as punishment, hmm? Should we take a video to go with the audio this time? Use it as behind the scenes footage~”

“J–Jihoon...!” 

He leans in, face only centimetres from your own as you hold your breath.

“From here on out, it’s daddy, okay? Take your punishment well and I’ll reward you.”

Gulping, the wetness between your legs only intensifies when his lips ghost against your own.

“Y–yes... daddy...”

#woozi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #woozi fic #jihoon smut

[olivetreehugger]

SnK Warriors as Health Care Workers

I’m an ICU nurse, and I’ve come across a tonnnn of different types of healthcare workers in my line of work. These are just my hc’s for what kind of HCWs the Warrior unit would be. These are totally my opinion! Also, real healthcare is NOT the same as TV healthcare, not every doctor is a surgeon (and they’re not the best, either). Anyway, here we go :)

Warnings: mentions of blood, medical procedures, opioids, death

-Zeke: he’d be a fourth year neurosurgery resident. Neurosurgery residents are either cold, arrogant assholes or fun bros. No in-between. They’re always on the move or in surgery honing their skills. They don’t sleep and they’re on call 24/7. 

Zeke is always carrying a strong, black Starbucks coffee and reeks of cigarette smoke. He’s always exhausted because he's covering all the neuro patients in the hospital overnight and then rounds with the attending (Magath? idk) in the morning til like 2pm. It’s a miracle he doesn’t kill anyone. He’s wicked smart and super talented in the OR, but kind of a dick with the nurses. He shows up at the bedside to do a quick procedure, doesn’t tell the nurses ahead of time. He grabs all the supplies on his own because “the nurses don’t know what I like” and then when he’s done he’ll leave the leftover dirty gloves, removed drain, stray bloody gauze, and empty boxes all over the room. He has a somewhat asinine attitude towards patients, poor bedside manner. He doesn’t order pain  medication for the intubated patient before removing a drain bc “they’re sedated, right?” No, Dr. Jaeger, neuro patients don’t get heavy sedation. Please order a small dose of pain meds. You’re hurting them. “Oh, right. I’ll order that.” No, he won’t. Zeke always promises to throw in orders, always forgets. 

You’ll spend your shift paging him for orders, cleaning up after him and getting rude comments over the phone. He’s gonna make a fantastic neurosurgeon, though. He’ll save your life.

-Porco: An ER resident for SURE. He loves the chaos of the emergency department. A typical male in healthcare-he loves the trauma, the blood and guts, the crazy. He tries to avoid pregnant women and kids, they freak him out. BUT, that didn’t stop him from holding a woman’s hand when she gave birth right there in the ER lobby.  Great bedside manner. So smart. And he’s super sweet, actually??? He also creates secret handshakes with the kids and sweet talks the old ladies to make them more comfortable. He tells them to call him Pock or Porco, not Dr. Galliard.

Unfortunately, When he first started, he got a little too cocky and claimed he didn’t need to scan a patient after getting hit in the chest with a hockey stick. Patient suffered a ruptured vessel and almost died right there. After a very rigid monitoring program, he was able to practice again. He’s also a giant flirt. He dated most nurses in the hospital and they ALL talk about his dick game.

Porco rides his motorcycle to work and sometimes skips his helmet. All the nurses shame him for it, reminding him of the horrible head injuries that come in through the trauma bay because of motorcycle crashes. He comes in double fisting Monster energy drinks and jamming to whatever his air pods are playing probably Hamilton. ER residents are chaotic and funny and Porco is no different. During a code blue (a patient’s heart stopped) he kept calm and hummed “stayin’ alive” while they performed CPR. He runs a code like a goddamn CHAMP. He has ACLS memorized to a T and intubates better than most attendings. The nurses will tell him the patient’s labs look better after the medication he ordered and he’ll be like “Hell yeah, let’s keep it goin’” or “A’ight let’s get crazy” before an emergency procedure. If the nurses can’t place an IV, you bet your sweet ass he’s grabbing the ultrasound and throwing a few in for them <3

Pieck: She’s an infectious disease PA. She’s very soft-spoken, patient and intelligent. Orders and notes are always flawless. Apologizes whenever she orders blood cultures and even offers to draw them for the nurses if they’re busy. She buys everyone pizza when she’s on the unit. All the nurses love her. She’s perfect. 

Annie: A nightshift CVICU nurse. There’s a joke online that cardiovascular/cardiothoracic ICU nurses are the biggest bitches ever.  And it’s true, most are. BUT. Annie is probably the best nurse to have if you’ve just come out of open-heart surgery or had a lung transplant. She knows exactly what to do when a patient is crashing and is a BEAST when it comes to chest compressions. She is a pro at putting in IVs and troubleshooting pumps/machines when they don’t work. She has every single lab value, test and medication stored in that brain of hers and can pull it out before you can finish asking a question. 

She gives a quick, concise report on all her patients and expects the same. If you don’t, she rolls her eyes at you and rushes you. “I don’t need useless information. What drips are you running?” She gets in trouble sometimes because she makes her student nurses cry, but “why don’t they know how to zero an arterial line? it’s not my fault they don’t know their stuff.” No, Annie. You’re supposed to teach them. “Oh.” 

She wears the newest, cutest scrubs and has an ivory and rose-gold stethoscope. Don’t tell her it’s basic, though, she’ll put you on her shit list lol. She also hates being floated to the medical ICU because “they don’t know what they’re doing”. 

Reiner: Our king is a medical ICU nurse who started in the ER. He loved the wild west that was the ER but started to feel burnt out after seeing so many child deaths and cases of abuse. When he finally realized what it was doing to him he applied for a medical ICU position on night shift and transferred right away.

Baby, he thrived there. This guy is so compassionate with his patients and knows how to advocate for them well. He has a great rapport with all the physicians (except Porco, when Reiner was working ER they would butt heads frequently) He’s great to give report to, never gives the previous nurse a rough time. When he reports off to the next shift, his rooms are a little messy sometimes but he ALWAYS has extra supplies for you and the patient is clean. He learned so much from the patients and his peers that he was eventually promoted to charge RN. He’s the best charge nurse. Knows all the protocols and will call any doctor for you. Anytime you need help doing a procedure, he’s your man: IVs? “How many you want?” Blood draw? “I’ll grab the tubes”. Patient’s about to code? “I got compressions”. Call security for the violent patient down the hall? “I AM security”. 

His scrubs are a little snug around his shoulders and chest and he knows this. Baby likes to show off. He likes to flex his muscles for anyone watching, but he’s not a douche. Reiner is an absolute gentleman with his female coworkers, never complains when they ask him for lifting help. In fact, he loves being of use. It’s why he’s a nurse in the first place: he loves helping people <33

Bertholdt: He started with Reiner in the ER but wanted something more stable so he transferred to the burn unit (get it?). Reiner still hasn’t forgiven him. 

Colt: He’s in nursing school but loved the idea of being a trauma nurse. Then he did a clinical rotation in the trauma ICU and fainted when a confused patient ripped a screw out of his fractured arm. After that he decided to do pediatrics lol.

#aot headcanons #zeke jaeger #reiner braun #porco galliard #pieck finger #annie leonhardt #colt grice #bertoldt hoover #bertholdt hoover #zeke headcanons #reiner headcanons #porco headcanons #pieck headcanons #annie leonhardt headcanons #attack on titan #snk

[vinylhazza]

hey mi amor idk if you’re taking concepts rn so could you write some bullet points of gray with a gf that blushes a lot? no pressure bb 🥰

of course!

you blush clear up onto your nose as well which is a clear invitation to call you rudi (short for rudolph) at any time he feels it’s necessary to point out your unique blotches of red spreading across your face.

kisses all over your face in an attempt to soothe your flustered state and ease the slight embarrassment. but his lips only cause the heat to burn that much more.

grayson loves loves lovessssss to give you compliments because it’s what makes you blush the most i’m talking:

“you look fuckin’ beautiful this morning”

“well goodnight to me” he’d say when you emerge from the bathroom in a skimpy satin nightgown you boldly bought just to see that same reaction you really hoped to get.

“these thighs,” he’d dip down low to kiss and suck at the skin on the inner most part, daring to look back up and give you that cocky smirk you know he wants to, “criminal.”

“wear the red dress, you know what it does to me”

“you know you’re the prettiest girl here right?”

“nobody compares to you”

“is my pretty baby blushing?” he’s mocking you before pulling you snug against his chest and kissing your forehead tenderly.

“i know what you want right now,” grayson is leaning close to whisper in your ear, “if we run to the bathroom real quick, no one will notice.”

“i don’t know how i got so lucky”

running his hand up dangerously close to your crotch area at a restaurant and laughing at the slight jump when his fingers brush that special spot he’s played with more times than he can count

says stupid shit like “that shirt will go great with your blush” which only causes you to (surprise) fucking blush and slap at him with a roll of your eyes

it’s innocent, your blushing, for the most part but when you get hot and heavy in the bedroom and he’s got you bent over in front of the full- length mirror he bought for reasons that can only be described at umpure - he takes note the same blush is there but with such a different meaning it’s making him cum in minutes.

grabbing your face at random times during the day and giving you a peck right on the apples of your cheeks

standing up for you whenever someone tries to point it out or makes it worse. you quite like it when he teases you, but it’s torturous when someone else gets some kind of cue that they can too.

buying you presents is always fun for him just because he makes it a game to see what will make you blush the most

wrapping his arms around you on days you don’t feel so great about your little problem. he calls it a blessing, you call it a curse. how can it be fair that your emotions and reactions show all across your face and everyone else get’s to hide? he insists that it makes you honest, and there is nothing wrong with that.

kissing you with urgency and drawing back to look at your face with your eyes closed and that same perfect blush.

making a path with his fingers across your skin because he knows that get’s to you more than most things

grabbing the hands you press to your cheeks in an attempt to hide that heat from him, frowning that you’re trying to hide someone he loves so much.

he just wants you to embrace it more than anything. he loves it and he wants you to love it too. it’s a part of you and it’s something that made him fall harder and harder each day. he didn’t have to guess as much with you. you grew more comfortable about him than most everyone in your life and he is more accepting than you ever could have asked. it’s a small price to pay for the love that you receive.

grayson loving your blush >>> swear i’m a soft ass bitch for this.

#asks #headcanons #gray!concepts #grayson!concepts #grayson headcanon

[cloveroctobers]

IBRAHIM JARVIS —

IG info/bio: @/OFFICIALRAHIMJARVIS | 130k followers | pro🏌🏿, & yes i was on that dating show...don’t obsess over other people, obsess over water, stay hydrated friends!

22 (23) years old

From Birmingham, England

Pisces sun? + Virgo moon + Cancer rising

Parents are both Afro-Antiguan and Barbudans + migrated to The UK once they were pregnant with their first child

They’ve been married for over 20 years

He gets his height from both of his parents

His mother keeps her hair buzzed short, cooks the best Antiguan food + loves creole seasoning, she’s 5’11, & works as a bank teller

His father is 6’5, works as a substance a*use counselor & does not believe in tough love as a way of showing you care about your children. He learned that the hard way growing up

Ibrahim is a pro golfer & dislikes tiger woods, “he’s a proper arsehole, typical American yeah?”

Got into the craft thanks to his maternal grandfather who was also into golf along with other sports & taught him all he needed to know. At first Ibrahim didn’t like it, found it rather boring & would rather stick to video gaming but his grandfather wanted to break his grandchildren out of staying in the house all the time

It kept him fit and also relieved any anxiety Ibrahim had in life and he had a good amount

He’s got an incredible swing, thanks to his long arms

He’s 6’3

Has three older brothers: Jesse (27) , Keithroy (25), and Reuben (24)

He loves working out and spotting other people, feels likes it’s a team effort & he’s a team player

Drinks gallons of water on a daily and nothing else, it’s even better if he puts fruit in it

Always eating fruit, for breakfast/with or after his dinner. Rather eat fruits than vegetables...yes he’s an adult but he can’t stand broccoli or radishes

Canon: hates seeing other people test their fruit to see if it’s ripe or not. But it’s fine when he does it himself, he just thinks about all the germs that are on other peoples hands when they’re doing so; it physically makes him sick & irritated if he ends up touching the fruit that’s mushy/lumpy

He’s a big fan of comics. Always has been since he’s a kid and has a huge collection of them, his oldest ones are packed away in a couple of crates (in his loft room that he uses as a extra storage room) since he no longer has space in his room. Yes he has no shame (and shouldn’t) of having them on display even tho his oldest brothers clown him for it

Massive fan of black panther & was hyped when it first came to theaters. Saw it three times in one day

Was heartbroken when Chadwick Boseman p*ssed

He’s awkward at expressing himself & sometimes it makes him feel misunderstood & it’s frustrating

Hates people that come up with these ideas of him instead of allowing him to collect his thoughts and speak them the right way

Yet he can be the type of person that wants to ignore issues and hope they go away

He wishes people had enough patience like he did with others in the world

He seeks advice from his dad, since he’s a counselor & everything yet it’s slightly different?

Can be a sweetie & very romantic in relationships

Will do the most (he won’t see it that way) & drop $ on you if he wants to...buying things, trying & failing to DIY, doing wealthy ppl shit, expensive trips— canon: taking his girl to Spain? Was it? Or Italy? I don’t remember... the whole 9

Had 1 gf before the villa. He broke up with her for being too flashy with his things & found that she wouldn’t have liked him if he didn’t have a bit of money

His parents live with him. “They’re basically my roommates until or if they find a house they like.” He didn’t go overboard once he got his first paycheck, he didn’t need a mansion but he did go big enough, industrial style but homey with some minor modern touches for his dream home—he didn’t want it to feel cold or penthouse-like

Isn’t too flashy on the socials but will post something every now & then if he feels the need to show it

Doesn’t post much of his face, mostly what he’s doing in the moment...lots of golfing pics!

Dresses like a dad but it works for him. Loves a good snug polo & plaid trousers/regular that are cut above the ankle, “those are highwaters innit?!” “No mum, it’s the style.” Rolled up jeans, tall white socks & some patterned, baggy sweaters, fancy hats, picks oxfords over sneakers, etc...

Definitely takes the time to iron/steam/press his underwear & socks

Enjoys getting his hair braided, isn’t tender-headed at all (must be nice)

Only grows his hair out during the fall/winter seasons or cuts/gets a shape up

When he posts about his tournaments or time at the golf course, he can always count on Bobby to comment the usual... @/returnofdamckenzie: do you ever have moments where you Reenact troy bolton on the lovely green grass? @/officialrahimjarvis: Idk whether to block u or have a laugh mate, yes i had to look him up!

Dated Jo for about 5 months after the villa until she broke up with him, finding that their lifestyles were too hectic for them to continue, at least that was her public statement to the fans but they really grew apart & the “love” was no longer there

Ibrahim seemed to be more upset about it than Jo in the beginning resulting in snappy replies for awhile, which again stems from him not knowing how to express himself

She checked up on him A LOT, almost as if they never broke up but Ibrahim felt like he needed his space now. They talked it out the best they could over dinner and got closure but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting. He just didn’t think it was needed to be calling each other everyday to see how they were both holding up. If they were done, then that’s what they should be

Jo didn’t see it that way. She still cared for Ibrahim, that didn’t mean that they had to stop talking in her view. She wanted to know how he was coping, and was known for “sticking her foot in her mouth” so that was also a flaw in their relationship

She would say certain things that touched on how she was feeling but didn’t express them at the right times & then there was Ibrahim who didn’t know HOW to say the things he felt which left jo to assume things

Ibrahim was back to the single life and he hated it. He wanted someone he could come back home to, someone that wanted to be with him for the long run. A part of him feels like Jo wasn’t planning to be with him for the long run in the first place and in a way that was okay? Sometimes you don’t know where you’re going in relationships but there should be some sort of goal? Maybe? At least that’s what he thought. Yeah they had fun but he wanted more someday

He was still young he didn’t need to be hung up about it right? Sike. He didn’t know how to take things lightly. That wasn’t how he was built. And to get comments about his ex relationship and have fans dragging him about his choices in the villa A YEAR later!!! Was disheartening

Shannon seemed to be doing well. He thought they would still be friends, at least that’s what she showed before she left the villa. Before he got her dumped. They talked a couple of times since then, jo personally wasn’t a fan of that—Shannon didn’t care but it was clear there was some tension still there

Until he contacted her just to realize she probably had his number blocked but her IG was public and she had a new man & was traveling about

His dad and Reuben were the only ones rooting for them

He had no choice but to be happy for her. Who was he to come in between that? Not that he wanted to but it’s a natural reaction to wonder after a fresh breakup, “what if?”

Talks to Priya every so often now. He seems to find comfort in her, it’s the same for her on her end

His mother has a feeling Priya is the one her son will end up with. Even if she is older...Keithroy also liked her the best

While Jesse seemed to be the only one who supported his relationship with jo

I honestly thought he would have liked Hannah in the beginning but idk if it was him or Gary that said she was too unrealistic when it came to love? I think they both said something along those lines which is odd since it seems Ibrahim has no problem treating his girl like a princess

Probably only has one special dish that he can cook the best & it’s gumbo. otherwise hes out of the kitchen or having his personal chef cook for the family

Goes live on twitch—when he has time, playing many games with the boys from the villa, which pleases the fans

Talks to them all as much as he can

Noah seems to be the first to always text back since Bobby is the one who’ll start off responding in minutes then forget to text back cause he’s off doing handstands or booping people on the nose or some shit, Gary always ends up busy doing something with his nan or for Lottie—but Noah’s always around

They seem to be the closest outside the villa, they mesh well & hang out the most when they can

he likes having his sound on & LOUD when he texts! There’s something so satisfying about hearing the clicking of texting to him

Watches a lot of sports on the Telly, it doesn’t have to be just golf. Usually watching that sport sends him right to sleep while the others keep him active/vocal...yes he’s a tv yeller

Holds sports parties at his home & invites all of his family & mates, he HATES having to clean up afterwards. If it wasn’t for his mum he would save the cleaning until the next day yet he doesn’t mind cleaning his car twice a week

Continues to make his violet man drink & wouldn’t be opposed to someone giving him a endorsement deal for it

Is the “I love everybody!” Drunk

Enjoys yard work over cleaning the house

Has his own customized golf cart that he keeps in his garage

He likes driving that more than his Buick suv tbh

Wants kids some day, not too many, not too little just right— he’ll probably have two but for rn his Doberman pinscher is his bby

Either ends up with Priya with slight insecurities that she’s too good for him or he falls in love with a tennis player, either way I’m fine with both

Crushes/his type? : Jojo Levesque, SERENA WILLIAMS, China McClain, Brie Larson, Victoria Pedretti, Nathalie Emmanuel, & Keke Palmer

Listens to: Aminé, Big Sean, Frank Ocean, Brent Faiyaz, Pink $weats, B Young, Ali Gatie, Russ, Raveena, Jessie Reyez, Rayana Jay, Cosima, TianaMajor9 etc...

Anthem = Lucky Daye, “Buying Time”

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg ibrahim #litg jo #litg shannon #litg priya #litg au #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg Bobby #litg noah #litg rahim

[thinger-strang]

no one dies and everyone's gay au

Nancy finds Barb when she gets stuck in the Upside Down when she's in the forest with Jonathan (don't ask me about the logistics) and so Steve ends up finding Jonathan and Barb in Nancy's room? And he's confused because at first he'd just seen Jon and thought Nancy was cheating but then he saw Barb walk into the room? (traumatic sleepover time! except Jon stays on the ground and Barb and Nance cuddle on the bed bc they're best friends and BARB WAS MISSING FOR LIKE TWO DAYS I THINK? she deserves snugs)

But Tommy and Carol started talking about how Nancy was probably sleeping with both, everyone knew Barb was the biggest d*ke in Hawkins, Nancy probably got curious about the other side!

He doesn't necessarily agree but still doesn't stop Tommy from spray painting the theater (because Nancy still lied to him? Lying generally meant there was something? going on? idk Steve's just confused and a little hurt rn)

The rest of the season goes pretty much the same, Barb's just there trying to not die and trying to help the Gang™ find Will and fight this bitch ass demogorgon (I don't think she's really be part of the Nancy and Jonathan luring it to the house and fighting it, she'd help with set up and the plan but I think she'd fuck right off when it comes down to facing it, she's had enough monsters for one life time thx)

But she'd so wanna help get Will out so she's there with Joyce and everyone talking to El while she's in the bath finding Will and talking Hop and Joyce about the Upside Down

(and she's been to the hospital, she didn't get a face sucking monster thing so she recovered quicker? idk don't ask logistics again lmao)

But she and Will end up getting along and sometimes when she's hanging out with Nancy and the party comes over she'll say hi to Will and like ruffle his hair

(also I want a little scene after the big monster hunting trip scene where a) Nancy and Jonathan explain everything to Steve and b) where Steve sees Barb again and pulls her into the biggest hug and starts like apologizing for not paying attention that night and for letting her get taken and even though she assured him it wasn't his fault he still feels guilty about it, it was his house, he should have helped her bandage her hand or something? idk but this right here is the beginning of the Barb/Steve friendship and the start of the "fall of King Steve")

cue s2

and so the four get really close, Jonathan and Steve are actually friends (idk what s2 was pulling but they're friends) and Barb talks to Nancy about Steve and Jonathan and Nancy ends up breaking up with Steve way earlier (bc you know none of that drama would have happened if Barb was there so)

But they're all still good friends, Steve's cool about the break up, and Nancy and Jonathan get together but it's not like right after? so it's all chill and they all went through a dramatic experience together so they remain close knit yeah

and Barb eventually comes out to them (everyone's supportive obviously) and Steve's is ready to throw down with anyone for her

cue Billy

the four of them are sizing up the new guy, Nancy doesn't really care, Jonathan thinks his hair is a little ridiculous (which I mean, that first day? when he steps out of the Camaro? yeah it was a lil rough), Barb can see right through his macho bullshit, and Steve? has a little bi meltdown. bc this kid has definitely had boy crushes before and knows he likes both (kid listens to queen of course he knew he was bi lmao)

blah blah blah s2 happens, Barb, Steve, and Billy have the same English class and Billys generally quiet during school, kinda stand-off-ish, only really bugs people during gym/basketball, but he literally sits in the back and does absolutely nothing during class and still somehow has the highest grade

(FUCK him and Barb get paired for a project and she fucking calls him out? like she's just like you're gay I'm lesbian you can cut the crap around me and they become...not friends? but they have solidarity, they're cool)

and I'm a slut for this trope but BILLY FIGHTS DEMODOGS WITH THEM lmao he hears Max sneak out and follows her and finds her in the junkyard armouring up a bus with fucking Harrington and a couple of nerds? and like the sun is setting and he needs to get Max home so he's like "Maxine! I don't know what the fuck this is and I don't fucking care, we gotta go!" and the four are like yelling at him to either leave or get in the bus! and he's so confused, I'm not here to play games Max! and Steve's running out of the bus with a FUCKING NAIL BAT WHAT THE FUCK HARRINGTON? And Steve's like behind you! and swings at a demodog. Billy has a borderline panic attack before he finds like a fender or exhaust pipe or whatever and starts swinging too

the dogs run away and Billy rounds onto Steve like what the living shit was that? and Steve has to explain everything with Dustin and Lucas interrupting and Max shrugging and trying to understand too? it's a mess

s2 continues with Billy and with HOPPER NOT BEING ABLE TO STAND HIM bc he's caught him speeding and underage drinking and shit and Billy's nervous as hell around cops which makes him mouthy and ITS A MESS

they're all at Joyce's (Barb's there too bc Will's possessed and they need to check up on her too? and she's concerned for Will anyway yeah she's in this too) and El shows up and Steve and Billy are just like what? another one? who the fuck? like Steve heard about her but this isn't a tiny child without hair??? idk it's funny

BILLY WITH AN AXE IN THE TUNNELS

(obviously Steve isn't passed out and the kids don't drive the car, it's Billy's awful impulse control that leads to them going into the tunnels)

okay I couldn't decide where to put Barb here? so I left her with Steve and Billy to babysit and she ends up in the tunnels too? and she's def handling it better than the boys are fuck yeah

Steve has his bat and is in front and Billy found an axe in the pile of shit from the Byers' shed and he pulls up the end

it's awesome

yada yada Steve and Billy end up becoming weirdly good friends by the end and he's good with him and Barb, idk about Nance and Jon but eh

s3 now

Billy ends up getting two jobs; lifeguard and cook at Benny's (bc he's alive too, fight me bitches this is the ultimate fix it) and Barb ends up working as a waitress there too (and working together builds the weirdest bonds so they are besties now)

everything in s3 is pretty much the same but with diner scenes too? and like all the Hawkins moms swarm Benny's too and leave lipstick stains on their kitchen tips and "send my compliments to the chef *wink*"

Billy eats it up but Barb can tell he also kinda hates it bc he's barely 18 and not even remotely into women and it makes him super uncomfortable but publicly he "loves" it (he starts wearing tank tops to the pool and tries to hide out in the kitchen but it really doesn't work)

he still gets caught up with the mind flayer but it's not bc he's about to sleep with Karen bc ew, idk why he's driving out by the warehouse idk maybe he's out on a drive bc he can't sleep yeah

anyway he gets caught up but like he knows, or kind of knows, what this is and calls in sick to both jobs and talks to Hopper bc WHAT THE FUCK isn't the gate closed? I got face fucked my an interdimensional monster so unless you know where the fuck that came from?? and they deal with it earlier (most of the shit still happens but it's less...messy? like Hop and Joyce are more involved in the Billy shit and Steve knows about it?)

Steve still gets caught up with the Russians (I don't think he'd have a chance to tell anyone (specifically Hopper) bc he finds out about Billy then the elevator stuff happens like right after and yada yada)

so for most of the season it's them trying to actually help Billy! and they end up saving a lot of people? (specifically Heather bc she was really nice to Billy and I want he to live fight me it's my au)

but enough people get melted and shit that starcourt still get destroyed blah blah blah!

but Billy makes it and so does Hop and Alexie (no one dies au) and they all end up doing the thing in the mall like they did in the shed with Will? like breaking Billy out? Barb talks about working at the diner and their secret and Steve talks about them hanging out and playing basketball and the tunnels and Max talks about Billy buying her a new board and them scream-singing along to ACDC in the Camaro and the kids mention him giving them rides and shit and yeah! El talks about his mom and that's it! Joyce and Hop close the gate while Billy's holding the one arm (he doesn't get stabbed in the chest, as cool as that scar would be, no...but he gets some on his hands and upper arms and his sides?)

(also Billy's drinking like bleach rn so they try and reverse that as much as possible while he's possessed so that he has a better recovery later bc no! chlorine is not good for you! and Billy tries so hard to not drink it but sometimes he can't fucking stop? idk but he has a support system now!)

and Robin came out to Steve and Steve comes out to her too? like kinda? he alludes to it vaguely bc he's so not ready to be out to anyone FUCK

And Billy comes out to Steve (he was planning on doing it earlier that summer but shit happened)

and Robin becomes friends with everyone (ITS ROBIN X BARB HOURS BITCHES)

(OKAY small like side shit? Benny and Hopper have known each other for years and Benny's like one of the only registered foster parents on Hawkins so he ends up fostering a lot of wayward kids while Hop figures out legal stuff (he hasn't adopted anyone yet but him and his husband (yeah Benny's gay deal with it) really want to? they just haven't yet, all the kids they take care of end up in their care temporarily) BUT Hop finds out about Billy and Max's home life (I know a lot of people write that Neil wouldn't hit Max but...nah son not how that works? idk but he needs to get them out? and Neil's bad to Susan too (he's the worst to Billy but still bad to Max and Susan) anyway Hop helps Susan leave Neil (it takes a while and Billy and Max end up with Benny for a little bit while the divorce is going down and all the legal shit yeah it's safer out of the house rn) long story short Billy ends up staying with Benny after everything and ends up getting adopted (they're like we know you're 18 and you don't need a guardian but if you want we can be your dads? and Billys like yeah sure that'd be nice and yeah) Hop ends up being a weird like uncle figure? idk like I said him and Benny are close and they both adopted kids so yeah? and Billy ends up considering El his little sister and he still visits Max and Susan and yeah?)

ANYWAY everything kind of calms down, Hop and Joyce get together (I just realized I forgot about Bob so...idk I guess this isn't an everyone survives au? no no that's weird um idk him and Joyce end up breaking up idk why) but yeah Hop and Joyce get together and like it's kind of fast but they've been in love for a long time so it's kind of fine? like idk but yeah

Barb and Robin get together (ITS FUCKING CUTE they go to aquariums and have paint dates where they sit on some old sheets and paint while listening to Robin's records ITS CUTE!)

STEVE COMES OUT TO EVERYONE! he definitely cries bc fuck he was scared! bc he likes both and he wasn't sure if that was a thing or whatever for a while and Billy's like oh yeah, like David Bowie or Freddie Mercury? and that's when Steve's cries bc oh thank God you guys get it and you're cool with it oh fuck and YEAH

UM Max is bi too, Will comes out as gay (listen I know none of this is like 80's realistic but everyone's gay and alive and happy, fuck off)

Um it takes forever for Billy and Steve to get together, it's awful. like Barb and Robin have to deal with their pining and shit? and like Robin hears about it from Steve at work and Barb hears about it from Billy at the diner and they put their knowledge together and make a Plan ™

it's like elaborate and dramatic (shut up they're all like 18-19) and shit? BUT LMAO okay one day they're all hanging out at Steve's (bc I've also hopped aboard the neglectful parents train sorry) and idk Steve and Billy are there before Robin and Barb are so the girls walk in on them arguing over whatever and like Billy's talking really fast and Steve's talking with his hands and idk what it's about but Billy ends up yelling that he loves him BUT THEY KEEP ARGUING FOR LIKE A SOLID MINUTE AFTER THAT BEFORE IT HITS THEM and Steve gets all quiet and is just like you love me? and Billy doesn't fucking know what to do?? he's like bright red and frozen and Robin and Barb are by the door trying to not like break the spell (bc it's been months guys) and Billy's like of course I do asshole and Robin thinks Steve's about to have a panic attack but he like rushes forward and cups Billy's face and kisses him senseless and it's like the best thing Robin and Barb have ever seen

and they're resting their foreheads together, Steve's still holding Billy's face and Billy has his hands on Steve's chest it's really tender but Robin's like yeah congrats and shit but you guys ruined our Plan™! and she gives them a long ass rundown of their elaborate scheme and Steve and Billy are like still touching and bumping into each other as they listen and Barb interrupts and says that this was better and Robin rolls her eyes but agrees

and they're watching a movie or whatever, cuddling in their respective couples and Steve fucking jumps up randomly and rounds on Billy like hey woah fuck I love you too, I didn't say that earlier! and Billy's looking up at him like yeah I know that asshole and yeah

#okay this is s u p e r long sorry #but also not #harringrove #robin x barb #fix-it #stranger things #the ultimate fix-it #pls ask me stuff about this im so down to ramble about this? #pls #fic #my stuff #also idk how to do keep reading thungs so sorry 😬 #also i barely mention nancy jon the kids or the adults #this is about my gay quad #buckland #bobin #my writings

[hoseoksactualass]

Riding Jimin’s face? Imagine his plump lips and his moans 🥺

 are u telling me to imagine something i’ve imagined 123456789987654323456 times anon? bcos yes. let me imagine that. ure a lucky anon bcos i am so in the mood to thirst and write rn so this is prolly gonna be long hehehehe

You thought Hoseok’s apartment’s kickback alcove was where you and Jimin would be fucking by now, but you’re just getting him priding himself over the fact that he’s actually beating someone at a video game. It’s a scoop off the living room wall that can fit five people, but Jimin’s ass sits on the edge like losing his kill streak would spit on his dignity.

You back should be on the wall, save for the throw pillows about to deluge you, but the lazy stretch in your legs is enough to make a point. You’d been losing in purpose to bore him, and it’s not like you wouldn’t lose anyway if you tried, but it only botches the pride of a man who has a history of daring to compete with god tier gamers like Jungkook or Tae. 

“I am demolishing you,” he says. A lack of context would make it sound better. 

“Biology is my excuse,” you huff. Admittedly, losing to Park Jimin still sucked. 

You can skip the 5-second respawn, but you let it count down to 0. “Maybe I am good and have just been playing with Taehyung and Jungkook too much.”

“Now your head’s just getting in your ass,” you scoff. 

“It’s not bad if it feels good,” he chuckles, a cute string of squeaks, but now you’re just ticked off. 

You give the room a good gaze. It’s like those Sims houses where you get everything in bulk when you’re rich enough. It’s genial— from the patterns in the throw pillows to the carpet under the coffee table a few steps to the right from the alcove, and it gets all tied together with white paint. Rich. Something Hoseok bought to sleep in, take pictures of, and flex before he whips himself out into the streets like parallel parking doesn’t make him screech. It’s even once or twice he’d touched this console ever since he bought it, so he’s handed the whole place (and console) to the pair of you for the time being as if that’s what will pacify you as Jung Hoseok leaves to party. Like this apartment is still so new, and he’s still so scared to leave it unmanned. You have the whole place to yourself, and you have no idea why Hoseok picked Jimin when all the pair have been doing their whole lives was complain about each others’ dorm habits. 

“Penny for your thought, babe,” his voice is soft against your ear. You thought now that he’s put two and two together and seen that you’ve zoned out and stopped playing, he’s all over you. You pretend like you don’t snap back into reality.

“Mm— it’s nothing, just bored,” you sit still, eyes still somewhere on the room like you weren’t done gazing. 

“Losing is boring, I know,” he mocks, following with a chuckle too loud and breathy to be close to your ear, so you move your head away with a scowl on your face. “Okay, I’ll stop. What time is it?”

He chases your lips, soft pecks that disrupt your speech and ability to even get up and check the time, because the softness is just too captivating. “Sex-in-the-5th-room-of-this-house time, but we’re late on that thanks to your outdated black ops streak,” you sigh as he lays you down. 

“Ah, that’s what you’ve been thinking about?,” you can feel his smirk on your neck, his sweater paws soft on your hips. 

He makes you sound like a fucking minx, but you know that’s what Jimin likes. “No, i was thinking about arranging furniture with you– Yes, Jimin,” you retort, and he chuckles as he leaves sticky kisses on you. 

“I owe you an apology, then, miss,” he kisses your chest. 

“You owe me more than that,” you try not to grin when you push him down and straddle him, his arms slightly lifted from the elbow almost in defense, but when you take your shirt off, he welcomes you taking charge with a smirk. “Hands where I can see them.”

He slowly lifts them, joins his wrists above his head like he’s done this before. You pull your hair tie off, flip it to one side for the effect, and Jimin bites down on his lip even more when you unbutton his pants. It takes a little shimmy off his waist, because it’s skintight and makes his thighs look glorious, but bare like now is something that can never lose. You pull them off with his boxers. 

“Touch yourself,” you command, eyeing him with a look that told him how pretty he was at this second. 

“I’m so dry—”

“Is that my problem?”

He’s shut up at that, bringing one hand down to his mouth, and you smile at the little spitting sound he makes. He doesn’t break eye contact when he lowers his hand to his cock. The room is silent enough that you hear the slow strokes. “Oh.”

“Now you’re enjoying, hm?,” you swat his hand away so he returns it above his head and replace the strokes with your own. Tight and warm, and it makes his hips cant up.

You’re comfortably sat next to him, cock in hand like you’re doing this all night, and you pump him all the way up and down in taut strokes that has the red of his skin showing from under the neckline of his sweater. 

“You like what you’re getting, babe?,” you titter. He has to swallow before he speaks, throat dry with the breathy moans he’s just let out with his mouth agape. 

“Y-Yes.”

“Don’t wanna beat me with your little controller all day anymore?”

“I don’t—anggh-,” he whimpers, hips bucking when you suddenly pick up your pace. But he keeps his hands above his head like a good boy. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

You lower yourself, bring your lips to his jaw, and he cranes his chin up to let you kiss him there. You hum as you do, trying to keep the quick pace in his cock as he whimpers above you, in dire need to touch you, but he knows better than to step out of your dirty plans for now. With your free hand, you lift his sweater up, drag your hand across the tense skin, feel the pull of his muscles with every jerk. “You’re so hard. Wanna cum?”

“Fuck—please, yes,” he curses. 

“Don’t cum,” you calmly say, and his moan rolls off as a forced growl in frustration. You bring the tip of your free finger to his nipple, playing with the bud until it hardened. He hisses. “Sensitive here, babe?”

“Y-Yeah, keep—keep doing that,” he tries so hard not to buck his hips up. All his nerves are lit with his battle against an orgasm and the magic of your fingers teasing the parts that made him blush. You play with the nipple more. “Hnngh—fuck-”

With a tight squeeze, you slow down, and a strangled moan leaves the wet of Jimin’s lips, but his body relaxes, and he catches his breath. “You’ll have to wait a bit to cum.”

He gulps, lifting his head to see what you’re up to next, face red and sweaty. He watches the way you easily slip out of your boyfriend jeans, and he wishes he could pull those panties off you, but that wasn’t his role today. You kick your underwear off and unclasp your bra. Jimin is full of love and cum, and it shows in the red of the tip of his cock, resting on his abdomen— an invitation for touch you pretend you don’t want to accept just yet. 

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes. Very.”

“I’ll give you the next move.”

He lowers his hands to push himself up on his elbows, ogling you up and down, and he licks his lips. “Let me taste you.”

Now it’s you who bites your lip as you carefully straddle his head. Jimin stays hard with the visual above him, your body curved, tits bare and perked up in the air. He wraps his arm around your thighs firmly, encouraging you to dip down on his lips, and he starts with collected licks— for the sole purpose of tasting you. 

Then when he’s sure he has you dripping to your inner thighs and your eyes already in your head, he indulges. Lips in a small O just snug enough to fit your clit and to suckle on it like punishment. 

“Oh—Oh, Jimin-,” you moan, trying to keep your hips still. He watches you, unaware of any place to put your hands on but your breasts, and he intently watches as you fondle yourself. Prides himself with the fact he’s under you and could still make you a writhing mess. He sucks with eager attention, vigor on his lips, and he feels every twitch of your body that stems from the inside. “Fuck—that’s so good.”

Then he slows his pace to soft, wet kisses that calm you down and tease you at the same time. You’re lost in a haze and can fully admit that’s what Jimin’s mouth does. His cock twitches when you roll your hips to grind your pussy down on him, and he thinks you do it so beautifully. He hums low as he sticks his tongue out, flattens it and moves his head up and down across your clit, slowly building up the speed to see you try so hard to keep still again. 

“R-Right there—shit,” you squeeze yourself, an impulse in your hands you have nowhere to release but on the heat of your body. You compose yourself enough to look down at him, and he makes instant eye contact, pupils dilated and dark in lust. He closes his lips again, sucking. “T-Touch your cock for me.”

His grip around your thigh tightens as he frees one hand to touch himself, gripping his cock like it’s on the verge of falling off, and he touches himself slow or he’ll cum too fast. 

You start rolling your hips, and he sucks wet every time your clit slides over his lips. You’re more careful than the times Jimin would sit back and let you get off on his thigh, but something about the shiver in your breaths makes him pump his cock faster. 

Your speed grows swifter, chasing the sensation of his lips, plump on your cunt, and with every elegant thrust of your hips, Jimin tries to match with the wet drag of his hand on his cock. “Tastes so—mff—fucking good.”

The stimulation makes you clench with each second, and the both of you wish you could feel that around his cock, but in the moment, you found the setting so hot, you wouldn’t bother cumming just like this. You feel that heat somewhere inside you. “Jimin—right there—fuck-”

Jimin moans against your pussy. With a tight fist around his cock. Shameless and set out to letting you gush all over his face, and he feels that same heat in some place he couldn’t pinpoint, but the air condenses on your skins, and he knows he’s gonna cum. 

You’re a mess, hot on the tail of your orgasm. It’s right fucking there, and it repetitively chokes moans out of you as you roll your hips against his lips faster. The motion makes Jimin moan with you, coaxing it out of the both of you, and you’re so ready to erupt; you could feel it— “Hngggh— ImcummingImcumming- god—”

Jimin’s knuckles are white. He lets your taste engulf him, eyes locked on the visual of your breaths and nose perched on the scent of sex, and with determined pumps, he cums in strings he hopes doesn’t spurt on Hoseok’s alcove couch. “Nggh—shit.”

You giggle, lip bit. “Stay right there.”

He’s still panting, right where you left him when you come back with tissue papers you’ll discard outside the apartment lest you want Hoseok to find out. You wipe him up, relieved that he didn’t cum too much to stain any of the pillows, and now the pair of you are soft around the edges with love. 

“You weren’t uncomfortable or anything?”

“No. That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Really?,” you smile, laying careful on him after you had pulled your panties back on. 

“Yeah. I seriously don’t know what the fuck video games are anymore. C’mere.”

He wraps his arms around you, cock and heart soft. 

#here ya go anon #ehehe #jimin smut #jimin drabble #jimin scenario #bts smut #bts drabble #bts scenario #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #bts

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 2 | Morgan Rielly

Bee was hiding behind a wall.  Like an idiot.

She had finished her tutorial almost ten minutes ago but was too much of a chicken shit to make her way into the foyer of Sidney Smith where she had peeked earlier, only to see Morgan sitting on one of the chairs, intermittently looking down at his phone and looking around for her.  Her stomach was in knots and she had no idea why.  They had mutually agreed to this – it wasn’t like he was a stalker or anything.  She had been excited about it leading up to this.  She’d even texted Angie about it.  There was no reason to be nervous.  None.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she looked down quickly to see Angie’s name flash across the screen.  I don’t care if I’m in Kingston rn, I will force you to see him if you somehow cancel or chicken out.  I will fuckin walk back to Toronto if I have to.

Bee knew that Angie meant it.  She took one last peek at Morgan and took a deep breath, readjusting her bag on her shoulder before walking out on wobbly legs.  

Morgan saw her almost immediately.  He had been looking down at his phone but the second she started walking from behind the wall, he looked up and saw her.  A quick smile adorned his face before he waved and got up from the chair, smoothing down his pants and adjusting his shirt.  Bee waved back.  The closer she got, the closer she could see bits of his blonde hair sticking out from beneath his hat.  

“Hey,” he said, giving her a quick up-down.  “How’s it going?”

“Good, thanks,” she nodded her head.  “Sorry I’m a bit late.  Some students had some questions one was rushing to hand in his last essay,” she fibbed slightly.  A student did have one question.  It took her all of two minutes to answer.  Everyone had handed their essay in at the beginning of class.

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved her off.  “Did you have lunch yet?  Do you want to grab something to eat?”

Bee looked towards the door and saw how sunny it was outside.  She was also well aware of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich she had in her bag.  “You want to just take a walk?” she asked.  

“Yeah, that’s cool,” he agreed with her quickly, following her eyes to look outside.  “I’ve actually never been on campus before.  I’ve been around the perimeter, obviously.  But never actually on campus.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing.  It’s beautiful around here.”

“Mind if I just grab some coffee and a sandwich, then?”

Bee hadn’t even considered that Morgan hadn’t had lunch yet and felt awful.  “Oh my God, please!” she exclaimed.  “I didn’t – I’m such an idiot – please go eat some lunch,” she shook her head at herself, causing Morgan to laugh.  “I’m honestly the worst.  Please don’t even – like – I have a sandwich in my bag and I figured you might have eaten a big breakfast or grabbed something before getting here and --”

“You can stop freaking out.  It’s lunch.  It’s not like I’ve been fasting all day and desperately need food,” he said.  “You’re a bit of a neurotic, you know that?”

“It’s part and parcel of being a Master’s student at U of T, sweetheart,” she rolled her eyes.  This wasn’t the first time someone was calling her neurotic.  

“Kinda reminds me of Larry David.”

She almost burst into a fit of laughter but she tried to remain stoic.  “You better go get that sandwich before I kill you.”

As they made their way out of Sidney Smith and into the sunshine, Bee made the executive decision to bring Morgan to some of the prettier buildings on campus, particularly the quads of University College and Trinity College.  He seemed enchanted enough as she talked about the buildings and her memories in them: how she had a class in Trinity College that made her want to bang her head against the old stone walls; how she once fell asleep under one of the trees at University College after an exam because she was so tired and didn’t have the energy to walk home; how Victoria College across campus had the best book sales every September and it was the only time of the year where she splurged on books she wanted but didn’t actually need.  She had built up quite the collection over the years.  She always went on the first day, to get the best selection, and made sure to bring at least three tote bags.  She had a complete Ali Smith collection now – probably her absolute favourite modern author – and almost a full collection for F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Virginia Woolf, and she had just recently grabbed a copy of Persepolis for only three dollars and –

-- And at that point, she realized she was rambling.  

“You can tell me to shut up, you know,” Bee said after she apologized for going on and on.  “I’m always talking about economics shit and not about actual books…so, like, when someone lets me talk about them, I don’t stop.”

Morgan shook his head at the notion.  “I could listen to you talk all day.”

Bee felt an immediate blush in her cheeks, and suddenly she was thankful that she kept her hair down today, if only so that it could possible hide the rouge.  “Do you want to maybe sit and eat your sandwich?”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly.  “What else do you want to show me?”

“I…” she was at a loss for words.  Did he really want to spend the entire afternoon walking around a university campus with her?  “Can we please stop so you can eat your sandwich?  I feel really bad.”

Morgan couldn’t help but smile.  “If you insist,” he shrugged his shoulders.  “Should we just sit under this tree?” he motioned to the openness of the Trinity College quad.  When Bee nodded her head, Morgan crossed his legs and plopped himself down on the grass.  She followed suit, silently thanking herself for wearing jeans today, despite the fact that for the last few months they had fit a bit too snug around her hips and thighs.  They were probably one of the oldest pairs she had and they served her well, but her body at 18 was not the same as her body now at 23.  It was just a fact of life.  

She watched as Morgan unwrapped the sandwich he bought out of the cellophane wrapping, making sure none of the ingredients spilled out onto the grass.  She took the opportunity to slip her hand into her bag to grab her own peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  Morgan took one last look around at the old stone building before grabbing a half of his sandwich.  

The simplest of his movements were endearing to her.  There was no preface around him; no air of graces or formality or stiffness – just a defined kindness and humbleness; a sense of gentleness, humanity, and unpretentiousness.  He was just Morgan.  And she was just Bee.  And here they were, sitting in a quad in the middle of Toronto, eating sandwiches.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked suddenly.

“Of course.”

“What university did you go to?”

Morgan took a giant bite out of his sandwich.  “I never went to university,” he revealed through a full mouth.  He was polite enough to shield it with his hand.  “I sort of…you know, worked my way up the ladder type of deal.”

“Oh,” Bee was taken aback slightly at his answer.  In this day and age, it was very rare to hear of someone who didn’t go to university, let alone someone who had a seemingly good job in the Toronto sports industry who didn’t go to university.  She figured any one of those positions would have required some sort of degree, but she guessed she was wrong.  Maybe there were still people out there who grinded hard in the workforce before they made it into a good position, and there were still people out there who hired those workhorses.  “And how long have you been working in the sports industry?”

“Seven years in Toronto,” he said.  “I’ve been here since 2013.”

“So you’re not from Toronto?”

“No.  I’m from the west coast, actually.  Vancouver.”

Bee cracked a smile.  That was definitely new information.  “You don’t seem like it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bee shrugged her shoulders.  “Everyone I’ve met from the west coast has been fucking weird.”

Morgan snorted and erupted into a fit of laughter at Bee’s words.  “Wow Bee, that’s something.”

“It’s true!”

“Well I’d like to hear that story,” he commented.

“It’s not a story.  It’s just…I don’t know.  You meet a lot of people in academia.  A lot of people come to U of T.  And, like, all the people I’ve met from the west coast – old, young, male, female – without fail, there’s just something different about them.”

“You guys are just jealous we have the ocean and beautiful mountains,” he said matter-of-factly, taking another bite into his sandwich.  “Jealous that we can go skiing in the morning and swimming in the afternoon.  It’s alright, though.  Whatever.  I get it.  The only mountains you have around here are hills and you think that counts but whatever.”

It was her turn to snort and laugh, knowing exactly that he was referring to Blue Mountain, a popular skiing destination for people from Toronto.  And he was completely right in referring to it as a hill because, well, compared to the Canadian Rockies, it was a hill.  “Touche, Morgan.  Touche.”

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“What’s Bee stand for?”

“Briony.”

“Briony?  That’s…why do you go by Bee?  Briony’s such a nice name.”

Bee shrugged her shoulders.  “No clue.  I’ve just always been called Bee.  It’s followed me everywhere.”

“Why’d your parents name you Briony if they were only gonna call you Bee?”

“You’re gonna have to ask my mother,” Bee rolled her eyes.  “I think she told me once that she saw the name on the news and chose it that way.  It’s not like it’s special or a family name or whatever.  She literally just couldn’t think of or come up with anything else.”

“And your dad didn’t complain?” he asked.

Bee’s body stiffened slightly.  “Dad was never in the picture,” she revealed.  

“Oh.  Sorry,” Morgan said awkwardly.  “I didn’t mean --”

“Don’t worry.  It’s honestly not a big deal,” Bee said.  “My mom hasn’t been in the picture for a while either, so, you know…whatever.”

She watched as Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed at her admission.  “Why not?”

“I was legally emancipated from her at sixteen years old,” Bee revealed.  “She was a pretty awful alcoholic my entire life.  Ever since the emancipation there hasn’t been any effort to find me or keep in touch.  I haven’t exactly tried to find her or keep in touch with her either, but to be completely honest, that’s probably for the best.”

Bee looked at Morgan, who was staring straight at her, an unidentifiable look on his face.  She knew this was all a bit heavy for the second meeting with someone, but she had spent enough time on first dates or throughout relationships hiding the fact, only to be disappointed down the road when the supposedly ‘mature’ or ‘responsible’ man wasn’t mature or responsible enough to handle or understand her life story and the…unique perspective it gave her.  She made the executive decision with herself to lay it out in the open at the beginning from now on.  If they guy stuck around, good; if he left, even better.  She didn’t want to waste time on anyone or anything.  

“That’s…” Morgan began, but it was clear he couldn’t find the right words.  She waited for a few moments so he could formulate what he wanted to say.  “So you were able to accomplish all this – university, a Master’s, an internship – you were able to do it all on your own.”

Bee smiled.  If there was one thing Morgan could have taken from the small amount of information she just gave him about her life, that is what she would have wanted him to take.  “Exactly.”

“That’s…you’re awesome, Briony.”

The words were music to her ears.

After their picnic, and after their continued walk through Queen’s Park to the other side of campus towards Victoria College and St. Mike’s College, Bee and Morgan stood outside of Museum Station, delaying the fact that Morgan had to meet up with a friend for dinner.  He leaned against the wall of the stairs for entirely too long.  To her credit or demise (she still wasn’t sure yet), she spent entirely too long talking about the ROM.  She was absolutely sure Morgan had been to the ROM before, but she couldn’t shut up.  

“Are you busy Friday?” he asked finally, in the slightest lull of their conversation.

“No.”

“Can I take you out for drinks?”  There was a slight hesitation in his voice.  Bee figured that as the words came out of his mouth, he realized asking a girl who had just revealed she had an alcoholic mother out for drinks wasn’t the wisest thing to ask.  “Even – I mean even if it’s not drinks.  Even if it’s just another walk.  Or snacks.  Whatever.  Can I take you out on Friday?”

Going out meant spending money.  It meant not marking the stack of 30 essays she just received.  It meant probably having to save money on her next grocery bill – no raspberries, or no avocado, or something else she’d have to work out.  But beyond doing the mental math, beyond planning to mark more essays per day so she wouldn’t feel guilt about going out Friday, she began nodding her head.  “Yeah.  Yeah of course.”

#morgan rielly #morgan rielly imagine #morgan rielly fic #toronto maple leafs imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #alone together series

[dominarava]

YOOOO dog u should totally write some nasty adorable dom ghostface.

oh man your lucky im so hard for him rn lol

i tried something a little different this time and made the subject gender neutral so everyone could have a good time with the ghostman~

Warnings: um i think dub-con, sex, & some pretty violent shit

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Hello~ My name is-- Mr. Fear~

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Curious eyes at the bar lead to quiet conversation. Clinging to his side rest his camera. A journalist. Introducing himself as a Mr. Jed Olsen, he was relatively new to the area. Floating conversations danced around their head as he went on about his job and asked about their life. How shaking it was when he popped up a few days later at the store, taken with him though and the smooth of his conversation coupled with his good looks let the question slip.

"You wanna grab a drink sometime again?"

A sly smile stopped their heart, "We had such a good time last time, why not?"

Soon it became a regular thing to run into one another. Having a drink or just around town, he always seemed to be lingering nearby. How sweet the bitter taste of their sorrows spilling in to his lap became with his keen interest in every piece about them. Even going so far as to lament about this growing feeling swallowing them alive, this consuming paranoia of constantly being watched. The figure lurking in the shadows that had been following them tormented their head space and even crept into the safety of their dreams. Though he kept his cool the fact he was getting so far under their skin was just as thrilling as his grande finale. Knowing when their resolve finally broke, the shift in their closeness to him let another simple question fall from their lips in a dripping slur.

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours."

A brush away for him to dip away into the men's room let him come back with a wafting scent of a heavy musk to refresh himself. Enamored they had no qualms about the suffocating scent as they nearly drug him back to their place with giggling grins shared between them. Something about him demanded to be in the lime light of their affection, but even so, he drilled them on more details of their life that wouldn't be so easily given up. He knew how to pull the answers he wanted though, almost uncaring to any of those that could have heard him on the darkened streets.

"What was your first car?"

"Who do you listen to most often?"

"Did you ever want to leave this city?"

"Has someone ever broken your heart?"

Inquiries about every part of them made them feel like someone cared for once, easily falling into the safety net of his facade as he kept them as close as he could. Never would they ever be able to forget the surrounding fragrance of his cologne when he pulled them in for a heated kiss beyond the shine of the late street lamps. It felt like they weren't ever going to make it home, feeling a jolt of excitement when their front door came into view with their prize from the bar being holding their hand tight.

Burying his lips against their neck he murmured quietly as they fell through the front door with their affection, "Would you believe me if I said you were my first?"

"No?" They chuckled quietly, "You're way too good looking to be a virgin."

"Mm you think so?" He thought aloud before giving them a tap on the rear, "Go freshen up while I make myself more comfortable."

Too drunk to really give much mind, they took off for their bathroom to clean up a touch before getting into the depths of their probable short encounter. The mirror looking back at their own intoxicated visage almost made them reconsider what was happening, but the pump of desire ripping them apart wasn't about to be ignored as they made their way back into their bedroom. Taking the breath from their chest, it was strange to see a camera on a tripod hanging out at the end of their bed.

A scream almost cut the silence as a leather clad hand wrapped over their eyes, "Shh-shh-shh it's just me still. I hope you don't mind," He spoke with the brush of his lips against the tenderness of their ear, "I'm kinda into takin' pictures."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me Mr. Journalist." They snickered as their barely clad frame brushed against the tight grasp of his being hugged by the buckles and leathers unseen under his clothes the entire night.

The short huff of a laugh he gave before binding their eyes made them sweat a little before the soothe of his tone danced through their ears, "Do you trust me?"

What a strange question, "I-I think so.."

"Good," The seethe was almost a sigh of ecstasy, "Get on the bed."

Familiarity guided their nervous steps to the bed before falling into the greeting of its comfort. Another instruction to remove what was left of their garments left them exposed for his eyes only. Was this the game he played? Getting someone drunk and capturing them in film them for his personal enjoyment? The idea crossed their mind more than once as they felt the brush of him moving between their legs.

A careful brush of their fingers against a hard plastic where his face should have been made even more unease crawl down their throat. Reaching for the strap that blinded them, his hand caught their wrist in movement so swift it stopped their heart.

"Don't worry, you'll get to see- but not yet. Okay?"

"Okay.." They whispered before the warm press of his lips brushed theirs, guiding their hand between their legs.

"Go on- you know what to do." He murmured in a tone so sickeningly sweet they could have melted into the bed.

Their slightly uncoordinated fingers began to lay a gentle pleasure to their heat as he shifted back off them. Silent paces of his feet around the room could be heard floating around them before they returned to their place before them. Feeling a relaxed wave wash through them as he let his hand move between their thighs, the security they felt with him was quickly shaken with the whispering shutter of a camera. Timid, their hand paused their sweet feeling only to have him soothe them with the tender wrap of his words.

"Don't worry about me- you look great~"

Still finding themselves bit taken aback by the thought, they went on as the camera shuttered a few more times with his place getting closer and closer to the intimacy they both desired. When the brush of something hard and cold came across the supple tautness of their breast, the resulting hiccup of fear that held their chest earned a hushed sigh from him before he came back down from his high to ease their worry.

"You said you trusted me right-?" The way his covered hand caressed their cheek was enough to stop anyone in their tracks with the affection laced within it.

A tense nod kept their head from giving much more than a slight nod at the rustling of what they assumed was his pants for him to reveal himself for their moment. Their was a shift in his form as it felt like he leaned back for just a breath of moment before caging them in the pin of his arms, forcing a gasp to quietly belt from their chest.

"I've been watching you-" He chimed quietly with the excited rut of his lubed cock against their sex.

Already the admission of that had their heart pounding, "What- do you mean?" They pressed as he prodded them playfully.

He didn't answer before he was inside, letting them hear the drawn out groan he gave from their tightness holding him firm with their swallowing warmth, "Mm, I mean I took an interest in you-- when I saw you-- I knew you were going to be my next big story."

Nothing prepared them for how much his girth would open them up, letting the space fill with their shaken cries as he laid into them like an animal in heat, "Oh God- I couldn't tell you-- how hard I was-- hearing you talk about that 'Shadow Man' of yours-- you looked so fucking scared," A chuckle that left him before thrusting himself to the hilt made a sickness twist in their gut, "It was so hard- not to tell you it was me~"

With a thrash and squirm they tried to get out from under him, "You fucking prick!"

Having no problem holding them still he went on, "Shh- shh- shh- I never hurt you, did I? Though I'll be honest," The sound of slipping leather and buckle jingling about was quickly silenced by the swift binding of their hands, "There were many nights I thought about not holding back-- good Lord did you tempt me-- but then I would have ruined our big night if I hadn't-- And we couldn't have that now could we?"

"Why- are you telling me this?" They tried to keep their voice level but the overwhelming pleasure of having him so deep was earth shaking.

Finally pulling the blind from their eyes, they were met with the stark white of a ghostly mask clad in black leathers and straps pulled snug around his form, "Because," He started with a deep lean in against their ear as his hips didn't give up their pace, "I want you to hear the story that'll make you famous~"

Before anything could be done to stop him, the still of his knife met the fire of their chest. Being unable to stop their own demise, their sputters of life sprayed across his mask in a gory display. How beautifully it poured and gushed around his blade as the room that was once overflowing with the sound of their pleasures now echoed with the deep, wet plunges of his true dominance. They couldn't tell for sure, but in their fading moments, it felt as if that is when he met his end as well with his pace becoming ragged from the crushing ecstasy pumping through him.

Pinning their ribcage under the stop of his tool, trembling fingers grasped for the grip of it as he grabbed his camera, "Ah- ah- ah- not before we take our final shot for the night~" The upbeat of his tone only settled to make the moment that much unbearable as he positioned himself well betwixt their legs once more.

How many times the camera shuttered before their light faded couldn't be counted, but the excitement in his job well done was the last taste of him they would have before it all went dark. Finding his fun had ended, he made short work of the mess they'd made. The mess He made. On the way out, he couldn't help but stop at their fireplace mantel to glance over all the tchotchkes and photographs that littered it. Sticking out of the inner corner of one was a wallet sized portrait he assumed had been done recently. Plucking it from the frame, he gave it a long look before the swipe of his thumb over the crisp photo of their smiling face left a rouge smear across it, "You'll be my favorite story to tell."

#dead by daylight #dbd #ghostface #dbd ghostface #reading materials