#my creaky boy

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

His proud little "she got me on that one...well played, well played indeed" dad smile

I can't.

#i love him your honour #he is Allisons dad #also when he says clever girl he also looks so proud and slightly annoyed...annoyed isn't the right word though #anyhow it gives s1 cap smug vibes #i love this so much #also oh boy he looked so gorgeous in that scene #like aesthetic attraction going through the damn roof #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #my creaky boy #bbc ghosts series 5 spoilers #my comfort middle-aged man ben willbond

[capswarmedals]

this specific picture of james makes me giggle because it just sums up his silliness in one image just MWAH but anyways...

nice opinion. one small issue! i put a bomb in your hou-

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts captain #the captain ghosts #the captain bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #my creaky boy #why is he like this

[corvidexoskeleton]

Im thinking its less that the nanofather is a cult leader in this situation and is more.... like he has ulterior motives and a set goal, and is actively manipulating the more vulnerable in order to achieve whatever those goals are

#text post tag #taz #taz steeplechase #the nanofather #especially if the nanofather in old kidadelphia is the same person as the creaky man voices #that the boys have found possessing the tech around steeplechase #my guess is he also has something against dentonic and wants out and is either willing to #launch a bunch of gullible people to their deaths to do it #or theres more to the rocket plan that just hasnt been revealed yet #well. ok yeah i guess that would kinda make him a bit of a cult leader #bc if what im thinking is correct then he WOULD be deliberately lying to others for his own benefit #but. yeah

[roseg96]

Coloured version ✨

#the six idiots #six idiots #ben willbond #bbc ghosts #fanart #the captain #bbc ghosts fanart #them there #ghosts bbc #my beloved #lieutenant havers #caphavers #my boys #my soft boy and my creaky boy #roseg96

[ineffablelunatic]

Capvers for valentine's Day <3

#bbc ghosts #capvers #my creaky boy and my soft boy #they're cuties

[territorial-utopia]

Happy birthday, elder

Thank you, child

#oh boi oh boi got them creaky knees #my body already identifies as 30 year old clearly #can't wait for the back pains to start #terri rants

[floral-hex]

I’m fucking disabled

#I had this conversation with my therapist last week. I’ll give you the secret HIPAA breaking rundown #I HATE calling myself disabled #I don’t know why. there’s no shame in it. it’s just ya know it’s just what I am #but I still can’t get it into my head that yes I’m kinda fucking disabled #because here I am sitting on this creaky futon unable to understand anything anyone is saying to me bc my hearing is so bad #it’s a bad hearing day! it happens! some days are good! today is very much not so good! #so I told my therapist I’m way cool with telling people I have mental health issues #but when it comes to hearing it’s ‘oh no I’m not REALLY disabled. I just uhhhhh can’t uhhh fuckin hear sometimes 🤷🏻‍♂️ that’s normal right?’ #and he’s like no my sweet boy you are disabled you need to own that shit #okay… he didn’t say it like that but this is my flashback please let me have this #let me be a sweetie boy in my own mind #he said it’s usually the reverse: people don’t like to admit mental health issues but will mention physical disabilities #I just… I spent 30 something years with great hearing and then it all just got taken from me out of the blue and no one knows why #and I hate that. I’m so angry. I’m so fucking angry and scared and alone #and I hate admitting that yes I am disabled. like really disabled. it feels like defeat. #and it shouldn’t. like I said it’s just kinda what I am now. It’s like saying I breathe or I’m allergic to birds. it just is me. #sorry I’m just having a rough day #I got about an hour of sleep and now I’m holding down the fort while a home inspector and the new buyer look through the house #and I can’t talk to either of them. I can’t understand them talking to each other. it’s isolating. #I have therapy later and I’m hoping I’ll be able to communicate and hear during it. I really just need someone to talk to #I miss talking to people in person. I can still do that it just can take a bit of work and I hate subjecting people to putting up with me #I feel so needy. I just want some human connection. I want to know I can still make this work. #gosh this is whiny. sorry about that. just needed a quick vent to get me through the next few hours #anyway I love you. probably. maybe… ehhh #you can ignore this #text

[trashgremlendoesart]

Creaky spine is as long as my Kitchen table. Here's a sword for scale

I know people shorter than my Furby

#long furby #furby #furby community #furby fandom #Sword #creaky spine #my long furby #he is a very long boy

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

in my personal bisexual experience, rooted as it is in a specific place and time, it is much much much easier to find a chill cishet guy who’s like “oh okay cool” than it is to successfully date a lesbian. part of it is a numbers game sure and part of it is the fetishization of all sapphic proclivities,

and several dudes have been downright creepy and so many dudes have asked the threesome question on the first meeting, but none of these cishet dudes have gotten up and left when they learned i was bisexual. “But you should have important info like that on your dating profile” 1) “bisexual” has been part of every dating profile ive ever had 2) act right

#this is part of why i don’t date long term any more bc it’s fucking exhausting #boy im still fucking frosty about college wowie #will have an absolute banger of a session with my therapist tomorrow #too much internet for tonight time for bed #im old and creaky and have shit to do tomorrow

[countingnothings]

cat-sitting for a ten-week-old kitten named, of all things, Tupperware - and he is truly the smallest, most snack-sized of containers

#with my hand for size comparison #he is VERY shy so it is hard to get a face-facing photo! #he's warmed up a lot in the past 48 hours that he's been with me but still a skittish boy #VERY cuddly when lured into proximity though #and purrs like a freight train #RIP his nerves - my floors are VERY creaky and while he isn't heavy enough to trigger them #he darts under the couch if i am even passing by the living room where he's camped out #by the time this posts i will be bereft of tupperware :((

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

Just realised that Fanny put her hand on Caps arm to comfort him🥺🥺

#Coming from her that's almost a hug #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #my creaky boy #redlever #BBC Ghosts series 5 spoilers #lady fanny button #bbc ghosts the captain

[capswarmedals]

the captain coming out by telling his death is a great way because now he can be open about what the fuck went through his mind writing that damn cricket report and how he absolutely wanted to do some homoerotic things to that man.

#he has a permanent image of havers' arms in his head #my gay creaky boy #bbc ghosts #capvers #the captain x havers #bbc ghosts captain

[roseg96]

what was and what could have been

#the six idiots #six idiots #ben willbond #bbc ghosts #fanart #the captain #bbc ghosts fanart #them there #ghosts bbc #my beloved #bbc ghosts havers #lieutenant havers #op I made myself sad #keep it under your hat #my soft boy and my creaky boy #caphavers #roseg96

[murdrdocs]

thinking abt sejanus and coryo sharing a girl in their peacekeeper days ohhhhngmgnnggngkgg

god this got my little brain going walk w me here ... fem!reader

the differences in the way they fuck : sejanus is gentle. he cares about your pleasure a little more than his sometimes. he drives into you with gentle thrusts, even when they’re faster than they usually are. he’s never rough or incredibly fast about it. instead, he treasures the time he has with you. he’s asking for reassurance (“are you still doing okay? yeah? okay, just keep me updated”) with a dimpled grin. he’s reassuring you with moans (“you feel so good, love”). he’s truly a gentleman. someone you go to when you want to be fucked softly and cuddle with afterwards, taking about anything under the stars and feeling as if a proclamation of three little words are on the way.

coriolanus is nearly a stark contrast : he has his nights where he bears similarities to his friend, asking for reassurance and praising how good you feel. but his comments are harsher. dirtier. he claims you from the inside out (“my dirty girl” “my little slut” “mine”). coriolanus treasures his time in a different way, instead bending you and placing you in whatever way he wants, as if you’re an experiment for him to study. he treasures his time by fucking you relentlessly, working you to as many orgasms as possible instead of making the one incredibly worth it. coriolanus isn’t fast about it, either. he drags it out instead, edging a particular favorite past time of yours. and each time you cum, he makes it worth it with a cocky grin.

coriolanus is jealous : he likes to claim you as his, even when he’s well aware of your nights (and days, sometimes, if the loopy grin on the plinth's face when he returns from patrols is anything to go by) with sejanus. anytime the other boy brings you up, coriolanus can’t help the way his nostrils flare and the hardening of his eyes. he can’t help but storm off from his supposed best friend to find you as quickly as possible, without guaranteeing dishonorable discharge. he likes to make sure that the next time sejanus is with you, corionalus has left his mark somehow. whether it be as simple as hickies along your pretty skin, or as complex as a limp in your walk and bruises along your hips. and if sejanus comes to coriolanus about it, voicing concern with descriptions like “our girl”, coriolanus just smirks and claim that you like it. because with the way you were moaning when he did it, there’s no way you feel the opposite.

despite coriolanus reluctance to share, sejanus feels the opposite : sejanus constantly mentions the inconvenience of each boy getting with you at separate times, since they live together and it’ll be much easier for all three of you to act on your urges at once. coriolanus is quick to disagree to the idea, pouting and rolling his eyes and pushing the idea off before he can even truly consider it.

but then they run into you at a bar, catching you dancing to the covey's band. sejanus joins you first, moving around with you in a way that shows that you two know each other's bodies well. you cast a look over your shoulder, beckoning coriolanus to join you, and he figures that no one here, in this bar in district 12, will care if he joins. so he does. he presses his front against your back, and ignores sejanus' look of shock over your shoulder. he rests a hand on your left hip while sejanus takes the right. he kisses at your shoulders and neck while sejanus kisses your lips.

and for once, coriolanus doesn't feel jealousy. he finds the delight in sharing when sejanus fucks you from behind while you take coriolanus' cock in his mouth. he understands the pleasure in a threesome when you moan coriolanus' name, followed by sejanus'. he feels his ego swell when sejanus sits at the edge of the creaky bed and simply watches, palming his cock slowly while you ride coriolanus. he considers doing it again when you have both of their cum painted along your chest in pretty ropes.

#god need so bad #coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow smut #sejanus plinth smut #peacekeeper!coryo #sejsworld!

[oncomingnight]

Yandere! Artist

Lorenzo was an incredibly well-groomed man. Only ever wearing the best tailored suits, minimalistic patterned ties and perfectly polished loafers. His mindset and obsessive tendencies completely contradict his organized persona.

A vast array of his works are just murals and life-sized portraits of you. Never in his life has he seen such an undeniable beauty like you, the closest anyone else other than him will get to admiring you is on the canvas. The two of you will be at the opening of one of his exhibitions watching everyone stand and stare at his works of you, it's an odd feeling but it's nice to witness how extensive his love for you is.

It's not that rare of an occurrence for someone to approach the both of you in public and start the conversation off with:

"So, the man and woman of the hour!"

Lorenzo has several works of his that he'll never allow anyone see, he keeps them a secret from the public eye. These private crafts consist of ceramic forms of your naked body, he never creates them for sexual pleasure but more so to admire every little crease and mark on your body when you're not there with him. He's also not known for ceramics but rather paintings in the style of impressionism and realism.

He has a friend group filled with people that are involved in the art scene, like, poets, architects, film directors, song artists and other well known painters. His presence in the art scene is pretty prominent as he's had books and articles written about his work and the supposed meanings behind them. When other artists are being interviewed and the topic of inspirations is brought up, his name is dropped all of the time.

Lorenzo grew up on a farm in a little agricultural town. He got used to churning butter, helping his father determine which produce was ripe, cutting homegrown vegetables on a creaky wooden table. He enjoyed this upbringing as it prepared him to make his own meals with what he had and how to grow food the correct way. Now, as he moved away from the countryside and into an immensely populated city, he always drives downtown to the farmers' market to not only get a sense of home but to get his groceries in a reliable space.

His love languages are all five of them; quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts and physical touch. During the most unexpected moments, he will place a framed portrait of you that he painted with the upmost attention in your hands. He will take you on a day-long trip to an area that you mindlessly mentioned of wanting to visit, taking you on a shopping spree to purchase anything you want and maybe he'll purchase an Italian leather jacket for himself.

Lorenzo really enjoys reading books but the genres he favors the most are philosophy, auto-biographies and (art) history.

He is an incredibly classy and proper man so when it comes to confronting somebody, he uses knowledge and soft insults to shoot them down. The two of you were at an opera that Lorenzo had dragged you to, and when a singer that was previously flirting with you walked on stage, he couldn't hide his disdain for the man. Lorenzo began critiquing their shrilling voice and off-key notes

"Isn't he supposed to be an alto? He's practically yelling as if it's spring break and he's a school boy." "Rossini didn't compose it that way, why did they alter it?" "My goodness, we should've never came, come, let's leave."

He can be a bit petty but there's no limits to the things he'd do for you.

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[corroded-hellfire]

Older Eddie freaking out when she tells him she’s pregnant. He gets worried he won’t be able to be there for them in ways he wants to and tries to run. But he sees the ultrasound picture and breaks down and goes back to his girl

Confused older!eddie, you still that dumb boy we all love

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I’m pregnant.

The words run through Eddie’s head again and again as he lies next to your sleeping form. The sound of your soft, slow breathing is the only noise in the trailer, but Eddie can hardly hear it over the beat of his pulse pounding in his ears. 

He’s glad you’re able to sleep because God knows he’s the farthest thing from sleepy. Pregnant. Eddie’s starting to think he can see the word scrawled across the shadowy ceiling he’s been staring at for the past three hours. 

You’ll be 52 when the kid is born, Munson, Eddie thinks to himself. Which means you’ll be 70 when he or she graduates high school. Well, at least 70 if the kid follows in my footsteps when it comes to education. Heaving a quiet sigh, Eddie tilts his head to the side to look at you. He watches the easy rise and fall of your shoulders with each gentle breath. 

There’s a sudden sense of panic climbing up Eddie’s chest and it feels like an iron hand clamps around his throat. You deserve so much more than this, he thinks. You deserve to have someone your own age, who can be there for you longer than I’ll be able to. 

Unable to bear the thought of you having to take care of your child and an aging Eddie, he pushes himself out of the bed and stalks out of the bedroom. 

2:02 am the neon green numbers on the microwave remind Eddie as he steps into the kitchen. He runs his hands through his salt and pepper curls and begins to pace back and forth in the small space. The two of you had never talked about having kids. Obviously, what was between you was serious and you were both in it for the long haul. Maybe one of you should’ve brought up the subject but it was too damn late now, Eddie mused. 

“Jesus,” Eddie says as he rests his hands on the back of a kitchen chair and hangs his head. “People are going to think I’m her dad and the baby’s fucking grandpa.”

The tightness in his chest returns tenfold as he imagines you calmly explaining to people their mistake, like you don’t mind it one bit. But Eddie knows it would bother you after a while and it would ignite embarrassment in him every single time. The same thoughts would spiral around his head that hadn’t been present since the two of you first started going out: she can do better; you’re too old for her; it’s selfish when you’re going to die at least twenty years before her. 

The shame is too much. Eddie’s nails dig into the wood of the chair as his jaw tightens. Before he can think better of it, he heads towards the front door, where his boots are settled next to. He shoves them on and doesn’t bother to tighten or tie the laces. The keys to his truck hang on the hook next to his leather jacket, but the sight of the jacket only reminds him that he isn’t wearing a shirt. 

“Fuck.” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose. If he walks back into the bedroom to grab a shirt, he knows he’ll see you, sleeping there like the beautiful angel you are, and fall into your arms. But leaving is what’s best for you…isn’t it? “Get it together, Munson.”

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down as much as he can, Eddie remembers seeing a sweatshirt hanging on the chair next to the one he was leaning on in the kitchen. It’s an effort to walk across the floorboards of the trailer in such heavy boots without causing a piercing squeak, so Eddie practically tiptoes his way. Calloused fingers snag on the worn gray cotton of the sweatshirt and snatch it up. In his haste, the sleeve of material knocks a few pieces of mail onto the floor.

“Shit,” Eddie mutters. He bends down on creaky knees to pick up the envelopes that bear both your and his names. At the very bottom of the pile, there’s a thinner piece of paper that had gotten mixed in with the mail. 

A slightly trembling hand raises the grainy black-and-white picture to eye level. Even if the lightning weren’t so scarce, the moonlight shining through the window over the sink its only source, Eddie would need to squint to see the image clearly. The small fuzzy bean in the middle of the sonogram has Eddie falling back onto his ass, tears filling his eyes as he stares at the picture of his child. His baby. Your baby. 

Fat tears begin to roll down Eddie’s cheeks and he brings his free hand up to cover his mouth. How could he be so stupid? How could he even consider leaving? Leaving you? Leaving this innocent baby? No, he knows with complete certainty that would be the biggest mistake he’d ever make. So worried about the amount of time that he’d have with you that he was about to throw away the best thing that ever happened to him. And who’s to say someone younger would have more time with you? The next day isn’t promised for anyone, no matter the age.

Eddie puts the sonogram back on the table and is quick to scramble out of his boots, kicking them beneath the chairs to be dealt with in the morning. Both his leather jacket and sweatshirt get tossed on the couch in his haste out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and back down to your shared room. 

When he enters, you’re sleeping on your other side now, so he’s able to see your face. Letting his eyes roam over your beauty, more tears begin to fall. He roughly wipes off his cheeks with his rough palms before climbing into bed with you. Though you look so peaceful asleep and tucked in the blankets, Eddie can’t help but slide in as close to you as possible and wrap you up in his arms. A small, sleepy murmur tumbles from your lips as you snuggle up to your boyfriend.

“Everythin’ ‘kay, Eds?” you mumble as you lift your head and rest it on his bare chest.

Eddie nods as he holds you even tighter against his body. 

“Mhmm, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, a smile breaking through at the way you cling to him. “Everything’s great.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #older!eddie #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #request