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౨ৎ    everytime you go on a night out will waits up for you, no matter what. he has food, water and medicine and your favourite hoodie of his on standby.

౨ৎ he waits until your doing the dishies to sneakily add his, giggling when it sets you off while apologing with kisses as u cleaned.

౨ৎ he wakes you up when he returns from a late night of editing, kissing ur forehead. when you rise, disheveled looking, he chuckles at the sleepiness evident in your appearance. “what’re you laughing at?” “you’re cute when you’re half asleep.”

౨ৎ you teach him how to blow dry your hair so after you shower you sit on the floor and lean into his leg as he does your hair, fighting sleep.

౨ৎ you keeping him up with stupid, mindless convorsation. “"do you think we'd still be a couple in an alternate universe?" "go to bed." "what if we already got married and have five kids?” "go to bed." “what if we were cousins?”

౨ৎ when having movie nights on the couch you always fall asleep, and when will wakes you to go to bed you pout until he carries you. but ofcourse, he is thanked with lots of kisses and another pout until he got your water aswell. will pretends to hate it but he secretly loves it.

౨ৎ him dealing with you drunk. “you’re too good for me, look at your face.” you cry out as he ushers out of the pub at the end of the night, a cheeky grin on his face.

౨ৎ jokingly calls you clingy, but always has to have a part of him touching you, wether it’s a hug or simply a hand on ur back.

౨ৎ everytime you mention liking a food or drink he will bulk buy it so that you always have it. when you make a big deal of it he gets sheepish and shrugs you off to hide the blush that overtakes his cheeks.

౨ৎ you make tiktoks to promote james’s songs with will, and fans make sad edits of you being the ‘other woman.’

౨ৎ when he’s up before you he will make his side of the bed, give you’re forehead a kiss before tucking you in and sending you a nice text message to wake up to if he is leaving your flat

౨ৎ sometimes when you go on tangents will kisses you to quiet you down so you don’t get stressed.

౨ৎ walks into your room and moves your phone from ur hands so he can lay on top of you, sighing intently as you play with his hair and begging for you to tickle his back so that he can take a nap.

౨ৎ you do the same when he’s on the couch, putting all your weight on top of him as he sprawles out on the small space. he puts the blankets of you and massages ur head as u watch tv until you fall asleep.

౨ৎ you would both accidentally win, even though neither of you were trying that hard, at your friends game nights. “we did it! oh my god, I could kiss you.” “well don’t be shy.”

౨ৎ whenever he makes you food he always gives you the large portions possible

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WELCOME !

Hi, my name is Teddy! I write about fictional characters and they're usually men. I'm a lesbian.

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Take Care of You | Will Halstead [18+]

Requested: yes

Word count: 2,812

Warnings: drinking/alcohol mentions, smut; [sub!will, oral - m receiving, masturbation, praise kink, unprotected sex, riding, slight aftercare]

a/n: i wrote this within an hour at like 2-3 am and i honestly think that was actually a demon possessing me?

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You could do one of your magical smut with Will Halstead where he and the reader (a scientist) are roommates and he's had a crush on her since she moved into his house. One night, after a lot of alcohol, things heat up between them.

Will Halstead wasn’t one to hide his feelings. It had just never been in his bones. He wore his heart on his sleeve and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Did it get him into some predicaments? Yes. Have you seen the end result of said predicaments? Also yes. 

But that mainly came with the roommate label nevermind that you’d seen him get reprimanded at the hospital. Granted you didn’t cross paths at work much, Will took a liking to you the second you spewed some bullshit out about the diagnosis his patient was given.

That alone sparked a friendship, him inviting you to Molly’s after a particularly hard shift, which led into meeting up for lunch when he wasn’t being run thin down in the ED. Which led to him being the first person you called when your apartment caught fire and needed a place to stay.

Which is exactly how you two became roommates. He insisted you stay with him, not only to help with the fact he needed help with rent anyway, but it was better than you having to search for the right place, with possibly another roommate that didn’t get along with you the way Will did.

So it worked, your schedules weren’t too off so it wasn’t like you were waking one another up coming home or waking up at odd times. Only time that happened is if he pulled a double which did happen more often than not lately.

What you weren’t aware of, was he was trying to put space between you. Not because he didn’t like you, but more so, the opposite. His friend feelings were slowly but surely shifting into romantic ones and he was terrified. Yeah, he’d caught feelings for pretty girls before but none of them had ever been someone he considered a good friend.

It was usually just girls he’d run into at the bar or out at the club. And that one time via the hospital. Firefighter, didn’t end well. But you were there for him at the end of that one and that was what sparked it.

Your goddamn loving and caring nature was what weaseled its way into the red haired doctor’s heart and the way you tried to check on him now made it worse. Every ‘Are you okay?’ when he came home with red eyes and blotchy cheeks just made his heart swell more.

Today was hard. He’d lost more patients than he’d saved and he was not above wallowing in his grief with a bottle of bourbon. You came home later than him, lab paperwork doing nothing but keeping you way past the hours you were meant to leave but honestly, you loved your job so it wasn’t horrible.

The sound of the door open would have made Will jump if he wasn’t already decently tipsy, Bears game going in the background with his eyes glued to it. The bottle just slightly drank from but he was a biiiit of a lightweight when he didn’t eat so his skin was flushed and gaze slightly swaying. 

“Will?” You slid your bag and shoes off, slippers replacing them as you made your way to the living room, sports announcer voice guiding you to where the doctor sat. “Halstead?” His last name a bit of a nickname between you two.

It didn’t take long for your eyes to find the glass in his hand along with the remnants of tears on his cheek, long dried but still visible. “Oh, Will..” You muttered, taking the bottle from him, only having to pull slightly hard for him to let go, placing it on the table.

He looked at you as you knelt in front of him, hand going to his cheek, empathy pouring out of your face. “Don’t look at me like that,” Will sighed, reaching up to wipe under his eyes, mind fighting to clear itself. 

“Like what?”

“Like you want to fix me, like you care,” He sighed out, the alcohol really taking its toll on his ability to keep his lips shut. Your face faltered slightly, eyebrows pulling together. How could he think you didn’t care?

Of course you did. “What? Will, I do care. I wouldn’t lie about that.” He shook his head slightly, eyes darting between yours as you shifted up on your knees more, face nearing his. “I do, so much,” Even with the lack of liquor in your system, it was hard not to let your thoughts slip.

Will might be the one with the major crush but you were well aware of how handsome he was, even with the tired or sad look behind his dark eyes. As if something pulled him by the front of his shirt he leaned forward, pushing his lips into yours. Unable to keep himself from doing so this time.

There were multiple occasions he’d wanted to do that before. When you had adjusted his tie before some charity gala for the hospital. After you’d downed a glass of whiskey like it was nobody’s business. Especially when you’d cradled his face after his dad died. All of those moments were wasted in the back of his mind.

But this time he let himself grab the side of your face, holding it the way you usually would. You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “Don’t even say it,” He muttered, knowing that the next thing you were going to say was that he was drunk and he didn’t know what he was doing.

He knew all too well what he was doing, maybe too much that he was determined to get you to feel everything he felt for you. “I wasn’t gonna say anything,” You spoke before pressing up into the kiss, hands planting onto his thighs as you did.

The room fell warm quickly, his skin burning against yours as your lips moved together, breath catching in both of your throats, aching to get out but neither of you were selfless enough to let it escape before it forced its way out.

Will’s hand slid over your shoulder, lightly biting at your bottom lip, coercing a content hum out of you before you pulled back. “Let’s go to my room. I can take care of you,” You mumbled, lips brushing against his with each word.

You clearly heard his breathing hitch, a lust filled smirk growing on your face as you stood, hands finding his and practically pulling him into your room, lips once again finding his as you gently pushed him to the end of your bed, only parting to let him lay back.

In seconds your shirt was off and you were crawling over him, hair falling down to him. Will’s hand reached up, brushing the hair out of the way and over one shoulder, yours eyes meeting his before you leaned down to kiss him.

“Want me to take real good care of you?” You muttered, moving to kiss his cheek, then down his jaw. His hands slid up your bare sides, nodding faintly. Softly you kissed at his neck, lifting back to look at him. “Hm?”

Will’s head moved slightly, “Yes,” The reply was mumbled but emotion behind it clear as you felt him shift up underneath your hips. “Please.”

The added ‘please’ made your core burn, any sort of plan going out of your mind as you reached under his shirt, pushing it up. It was off only moments later and your mouth was against his skin even faster. 

His heart was pounding in his chest, the lower you went the more he grew in the sweatpants he had on, throbbing against his boxers. Almost teasingly you groped at his thighs, feeling over every section of them as you went higher.

The noises that accompanied them would make a whore blush as you barely touched him. “Oh, you’re sensitive.” You cooed, lips brushing over the dip of his hips, words doing nothing but making him buck them up, craving any sort of friction.

Firmly you placed a hand over his bulge, tingling going throughout his body. “Oh my god, don’t-” He mumbled, rocking his body up, the feeling pulling a groan from the back of his throat as he did.

“Don’t what? What do you want me to do?” You gently pulled at his sweatpants, ready for them to come off. Even with the confidence, you were just as turned on by his body and his noises, no doubt having heat already pooling in your panties.

Will’s gaze found yours, lip pulling between his teeth, “Touch me. And I mean, Touch me, touch me.” His words wavering as he tried to keep the gaze, unable to as you slid your hand over him again, the thicker layer being off sending new sensations across his body.

With a soft hum, you nodded, “Good boy using your words for me,” You mumbled, kissing over his skin again, head dipping down to his exposed thighs as your hands reached up, grabbing the band of his boxers and pulling at them.

He lifted up instantly to help get them off, hissing slightly as the cold air of the room hit his hot and bothered cock. Gently you took him in your hand, stroking slowly as you kissed along his base. 

A string of groans left his mouth, doing what he could to keep his hips pressed to the mattress. “This feel good?” You hummed, dragging your tongue up his shaft painfully slow seconds later, that sensation making him buck up, your free hand splaying out on his hip. “Uh-uh. Don’t.” 

A mark was bit onto his skin before you moved back, lips wrapping around his tip, looking up at him as you sucked softly. Will’s face twisted, mouth gaping slightly as your head dipped down, taking more and more of him in. 

When you said take care of him, he could barely think about what that meant but god this was worth all of his thoughts. Each and every single one of them. With each bob and twist of your head and hand, Will felt himself growing warmer and warmer, hands grabbing at your hair, pulling it all back almost into a ponytail.

With a pop you pulled off, continuing to smear your spit and his own arousal over his length. “You’re doing so well, I’ll let you decide. You want me to keep going, or move onto a more me centered task?” Your hand worked over him as you spoke, cockiness filling you as he mewled under your touch.

“You.” His reply caught in his throat but hit your ears just the same. Your hands leaving him made him groan, missing the feeling that had started to grow in his chest. But he couldn’t even begin to complain as you stood, dropping the jeans and panties you were wearing before crawling up him once again.

Your skin brushed against his, and all he wanted was to reach out and touch you but you swatted his hand away, leaning back slightly. “You, just watch.” One of your hands slid over your chest, gripping at each spot that you would want him to.

Across your chest, ghosting up your neck before sliding both over your boobs, tweaking your nipples just slightly. At the feeling you rocked your hips down, your cunt rubbing against his length, a tight breath exiting his throat.

Slowly, your fingers made their way down to where your bodies touched, Will’s eyes trained on each and every movement you made. The way you let one finger circle your clit slowly, working up the sensation. The way you’d slid it away, dipping into the wetness that was soaking out onto him and using that to work your way back up.

Will’s tongue dashed across his bottom lip as you leaned up, perfectly slotting your fingers inside of you, moaning softly as you did. “God, Will,” You let his name slip out, locking eyes as you rocked your hips against your hand.

His pupils were blown, so full of lust and arousal that his brain was practically mush as you let your thumb rub your clit, a knot building in your stomach as you did. “Yes, yes, just like that,” You breathed out, head falling forward as you sped your movements up, clenching around your own digits tightly.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you road out the orgasm, pulling out of yourself before leaning over Will, pulling his lip down with your thumb before sliding the same fingers into his mouth. “You taste what you do to me?” You bit at your lip, Will’s tongue circling to get any and every last taste in his mouth as he nodded.

“Think you’ve been good enough,” Your words were met with the pop of you pulling your fingers from him, instead reaching down to his length underneath you. “Do you agree?” Teasingly you brushed the tip through your folds, Will’s head nodding quickly.

You rocked against him slightly, “Say it then.” You cocked an eyebrow up, grinding down on him. He was throbbing against you, a faint whine leaving his mouth at your movements before he huffed.

“I’ve been good, please.” He spoke clearly, face flushed as he did. A smile grew on your face, lifting up and positioning him directly underneath you.

“Yes you have, such a good, good boy for me.” Each word was another inch inside of you as you sunk down onto him, stilling once you were filled. One hand rested on the small of his stomach, eyebrows now squeezing together as you let yourself adjust to him.

He moved his hands to your hips, thankful when you didn’t push them away. Each one of your walls felt perfect around him, so perfect it was a surprise he didn’t bust right then and there. Instead he sucked in a breath, looking over your body.

Slowly, you lifted, pushing yourself back down onto him, a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, legs still shaky from the first orgasm you coerced out of yourself. Each movement was paired with a moan, from either Will or you, sometimes them melding together as you rocked against him, clit rubbing against his skin.

One of your hands slid up his chest, resting over where his heart was, faltering before moving up again, just barely wrapping at his throat. His eyes widened slightly, as if something just clicked in his mind. And with that touch he couldn’t help but buck his hips up, meeting your thrusts halfway.

Your eyebrow peaked slightly, “Oh you like when I put my hand here?” You muttered, just slightly adding pressure, watching as his eyes pulled down, your own heat spilling all over him with each movement against him.

“Please-” He moaned out, pushing his hips up to rock into you, creating his own speed that if it wasn’t for the immense pleasure already growing you would have pushed them down. It was hard to though when each thrust hit that soft cushion inside of you.

Your grip tightened, leaning forward as his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up to take over the movements. Any noise or words you wanted to say were forced into tight and short moans, lips attaching to his chest or wherever you could reach as you felt yourself clench around him, a tell tale sign you were close.

He took the chance to grip at your ass, pushing you over the edge as his last few thrusts were pointed to that sweet spot inside. Your hand slid from his neck, down his chest as you rocked your hips against him, riding out the leg shaking high.

His eyes fluttered shut, biting his lip roughly. Just as he was about to release you slid off of him, letting his cum cover his stomach rather than your insides, chest heaving as you looked down at him. “You did really well, are you alright?”

Will was also breathing heavily, eyes sliding over your face as he nodded. “I’ll grab something to clean up.” You muttered, leaning down to kiss his forehead before standing up, cleaning up in the bathroom and bringing out a warm and wet face cloth, running it over his messy skin.

Once he was all set you got up, tossing the cloth onto the dirty pile of clothes near the door before nodding for him to move up, head able to touch the pillow and slip under the covers easily. Will reached a hand out, grabbing yours as you took the spot next to him.

“You didn’t have to do all that you know.”

“I know, but it was fun. And you feel better don’t you?” You smiled faintly as he nodded, very obviously in a better mood than he had been earlier and definitely better than he had felt the entirety of the day.

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When she's so horny her pussy twitches 🤤

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tom has not forgotten !

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you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

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Dodger and Strippin spent 11 hours playing Until Dawn in one sitting. It was simultaneously really adorable (the players) and really gross (the game).

I believe this was after the sawblade/gun scene, and Dodger was confused how she could’ve possibly saved them.

Dodger accidentally let someone die. And then the game crashed.

Strippin: You broke the game. Your QTEs were so bad you broke the game!

Sam: Oh my god, you’re like a plague! You’re killing everyone!

Dodger let another person die, so both of them slid off the chair onto the floor. For a while Dodger just hid under the table making wailing noises.

Strippin: Don’t just lie there in a fetal position, giving up. Dodger: I can’t save anyone! *wailing*

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love me, love me

george clarkey x fem! reader

a tiny headcanon of george and his need of physical touch (374 words)

hello!!! here's a little something i wrote on the train! let me know what you think - enjoy! 💗✨

okay so this man has always got to be touching you

or at least all up in your personal space

out in public he has his hand in yours, or around you shoulder, or holding your waist, or in your back pocket

even just linking your pinkys

and is. not. ashamed. 

in private it’s even worse better

will just lay on top of you

head in your neck or on your chest and just has this cute little content smile on his face

staying at his place and having a movie night with the boys and them just looking at you two with disgust 

(but also lowkey with adoration because they love that george is happy)

alex and arthur tease him by calling him cuddle bug

he pretends that it annoys him but he actually loves because it’s true

he is your cuddle bug 😌

his wallpaper is definitely a picture of you both during one of said movie nights that alex took of you cuddled up on the end of the couch with a bowl of popcorn and huge smiles on your faces

and in bed???

his hands are either on your hips, your boobs, in your hair, around your neck

HAND HOLDING! HAND HOLDING! 🥵

links his hands in yours on the pillow above your head and leans down to nip and whisper in your ear

anyways!

getting ready for bed and brushing your teeth, doing your skincare in the bathroom and in walks george

wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder while watching you in the mirror as if your hanging the stars in the sky

even though he’s seen you do this countless times

and then when you’re done he’ll grab your hand and walk you into bed

once you’re both under the covers he is pulling you straight into him

sometimes your head is on his chest, other times it’s tucked under his arm

his hands are around your waist while yours are either holding him or just resting on his chest

legs tangled together like a pretzel

and then you somehow wake up even closer

moral of the story;

if it was possible to get inside your skin, george would do it 😪🌷💛

[aleksandrisanangel]

love me, love me

george clarkey x fem! reader

a tiny headcanon of george and his need of physical touch (374 words)

hello!!! here's a little something i wrote on the train! let me know what you think - enjoy! 💗✨

okay so this man has always got to be touching you

or at least all up in your personal space

out in public he has his hand in yours, or around you shoulder, or holding your waist, or in your back pocket

even just linking your pinkys

and is. not. ashamed. 

in private it’s even worse better

will just lay on top of you

head in your neck or on your chest and just has this cute little content smile on his face

staying at his place and having a movie night with the boys and them just looking at you two with disgust 

(but also lowkey with adoration because they love that george is happy)

alex and arthur tease him by calling him cuddle bug

he pretends that it annoys him but he actually loves because it’s true

he is your cuddle bug 😌

his wallpaper is definitely a picture of you both during one of said movie nights that alex took of you cuddled up on the end of the couch with a bowl of popcorn and huge smiles on your faces

and in bed???

his hands are either on your hips, your boobs, in your hair, around your neck

HAND HOLDING! HAND HOLDING! 🥵

links his hands in yours on the pillow above your head and leans down to nip and whisper in your ear

anyways!

getting ready for bed and brushing your teeth, doing your skincare in the bathroom and in walks george

wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder while watching you in the mirror as if your hanging the stars in the sky

even though he’s seen you do this countless times

and then when you’re done he’ll grab your hand and walk you into bed

once you’re both under the covers he is pulling you straight into him

sometimes your head is on his chest, other times it’s tucked under his arm

his hands are around your waist while yours are either holding him or just resting on his chest

legs tangled together like a pretzel

and then you somehow wake up even closer

moral of the story;

if it was possible to get inside your skin, george would do it 😪🌷💛

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your camera roll if you're dating arthur hill...

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My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency

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