#he is seriously hott in this

[threefoothobbit]

I’ve had best of the worst episode 79 on heavy rotation. You know, cause of the plot.

The plot:

[sassyandclassy94]

Just some random appreciation for my two favorite boys in the Husky Clipper🥵

[vivwritesfics]

Umm just the tip was so hott! Def need a part 2

JAKE AND BUG RETURN - no bc i seriously love them so much, gonna do more jake and bug blurbs and make a whole ass masterlist

Jake Seresin is the aftercare king, Bug soon learns. Shame they're interrupted

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, sub-space hinted at

Just the Tip

God, how many times had Jake had her writhing on his cock, desperately babbling for him to make her cum?

He always gave her what she wanted, eventually. There was nothing Jake loved more than holding her on the edge, on the precipice of something so fucking good. "Daddy," she moaned, tears at the corner of her eyes.

Jake knew how to get her so deep into that headspace, the one that had her clinging onto him long after he made her cum, made her body convulse, legs shake around him. Where she whimpered against his body, keeping her legs locked around him, whining in desperation when he pulled out.

It took a moment for her to come back to him. Words were hard in that moment, but Jake gave her what she needed. Soft gentle touches, dressing her in one of his shirts. She didn't let him leave her side for a moment but, as soon as he could, he got her something to drink, water to sooth her throat.

And then Jake got her into the bath. He always sat down first and helped her onto his lap, running the soaped up loofah over her skin. "There you go, Bug," he whispered as she hummed.

Another sweet sigh of 'Daddy' left her lips.

As much as Jake loved fucking her, feeling the way she clenched around him as he toyed with her body, he loved looking after her more. Having her held against him as he cleaned the sweat from her body and the mess between her thighs.

The doorbell to Bug's apartment rang. "Jake," she whispered with a groan.

He took care of it for her. Jake pulled her out of the tub and wrapped her in a fluff towel, sitting her on the closed lid of the toilet as he pulled on a pair of pants and went to answer the door.

And, when he opened it, he was mortified.

There he stood in just a pair of pants, body wet, hair dripping, as he looked at Bug's father. "Mav," he said with wide eyes.

Maverick stared at Jake, expression unamused. Actually, Jake was more surprised Maverick wasn't swinging it him. "Hangman," Maverick said with his jaw set. "What're you doing in my daughter's apartment?"

"Jake? Who is it?" She called, appearing from the bedroom.

She was back in her own mind, at least, that muddied headspace born from please gone. But she was dressed in nothing but Jakes shirt and a pair of pretty pink panties, ones he was pretty sure he'd picked out for her.

She looked past him, at the person standing at the door.

"Shit."

[sweet-as-an-angel]

not but the zombie reader is soooo hott, i loved it!!! it was a nice twist, my mouyh was left open with how good it was.

would he keep her there forever? what if she somehow got pregnant?

Thank you so much, my Lovely <3 !

Warnings: Eggnancy, Implied Forced Breeding, König’s Crippling Breeding Kink, Captivity, No Depictions of Smut, Vaguely Implied Smut, No Pronouns Used For Reader but Reader is Implied Female in The Original Post.

König would keep (Y/N) captive forever given that he knows, perhaps even more so than (Y/N), how incredibly dangerous the Wastes are. Yes, you’d managed to survive for a brief period before you met, but König is part of the wasteland — he’s seen things he’ll make sure you never have to. Even if that means subjecting you to another kind of horror; carrying and incubating his eggs.

It’s not so much a matter of if you get pregnant as opposed to when. König can feel the change happening in his body, the rapid evolution of the parasite and the methods with which it transfers and transforms.

When you do end up pregnant, something in König’s mind is going to snap and he’s never going to recover. He’ll be trying to fill you with his eggs at every twist and turn. Only just birthed a host of his offspring ? Here‘s another load, on him.

Seriously, though, König goes feral seeing his eggs growing inside you, sees you succumbing and submitting to your fate with him. The primal image of seeing you with his eggs is overwhelming for König, and he’s going to make sure there’s never a moment where you’re not stuffed full of them, both to satiate his instinctual needs and to make it clear to other survivors and infected alike that you are beyond help, that the creature who did this to you is as feral as he is colossal.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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[sherwees]

pizza pizza

cw : very corny pizza boy porn scenario, deepthroating, dumbification, a tinsy tiny bit of fluff, you could tell I had fun with this, colors and links made the fic fun in the process, hendery employee of the month, hendery monster cock, does semen and pizza go together (no? okay then.)

apart of the nct corny porn plots series!

you were hungry as hell.

your stomach caved in with every growl, the intro to that one adult swim show with that one white guy and his friends and it's just beer beer and beer. is that seriously what men only drank? it made your stomach churn, great.. now you were nauseous and hungry.

rolling over sighing, you break your back into an uncanny angle to grab your phone from the floor. you sighed in relief when it came out unblemished, it probably fell when you were having a tantrum earlier about every restaurant being closed.

only little caesars was open.

and you cried.

who wants a greasy pie with cheese and whatever topping, possibly meat in the middle of the night. it'll probably just leave you uncomfortably full and queasy. even the thought at the grease caked up around your mouth was.. ew.. there was a lone chinese restaurant open too but.. just no.

ah yes, maybe you could try going to sleep.

never mind, another fuckass chipotle ad played.

your ears perked to the sizzling and contemporary deep male voice whilst scrolling past an arby's ad, your stomach growled.. to a fucking meat sandwich. oh you were near starvation.

you called up the nearest shop, the receiver sighed before he said, “welcome to.. little caesars.. uhm, how could I help you?” he sounded bummed out but his tone made you roll on your stomach and kick your legs.

“hmmm..– he huffed at your voice– excuse me?”

“what?”

“why'd you do that?”

“do what?”

“THAT.”

he sighs, giving a full visual of the overworked male slumping his shoulders. “do.. what?” the last syllable was dragged out with tiredness.

“you fucking–you let out a dramatic exasperated sigh, attempting to mock him–at me.”

“well maybe–” he paused his objection and realized his actions based off the sudden drop of his tone. “wait.. sorry. uh, I'm just stressed–” he possibly scratched his head based off the small pause. “what do you want..?”

“uhm,” you mumbled, “do you guys still have the pineapple pizza.. urm, special after midnight offer..” it was the cheapest thing on the menu.

“we surely do!” he said weirdly sultry but playfully at the same time. for some reason, an idea popped into your mind.

“um.. what's the total?” you audibly stifled a giggle.

“um.. 7.57.” he mocked you but you didn't process it until way after you got off the phone.

“also.. can you send your hotte–”

“it's only me.” he deadpanned. your smile and giggles dropped, well damn bitch.

“oh.” you hung up and threw your phone across the bed. that was.. uh. em.. urm.. embarrassing. but now you had to wait, confront, apologize to this poor man you managed to stress out within a sentence, go to bed, probably not even eat the pizza, poke the pineapples out and feel embarrassed for the rest of your life.

you spaced out, thinking about the scenarios and possible circumstances you'll take just for him to forgive you. maybe, the second you open the door, you throw yourself into his arms.. maybe, give him a 100 dollar tip.. kiss him.. kill him, hmmmm.. singing confessions II by usher?

the 100 dollar trick will definitely work, but let's double it down to a 20 or a 10.. but first, you gotta find your wallet.

you scrambled to your kitchen to find your purse, rummaging through your lotions, vaselines, lip glosses, car and house keys and finally.. your wallet. opening it, you're met with an array of mismatched cards; victoria secret, bath and body works, marianos..? uhm anyways, your drivers license and your card!

did they take card though?

who even carries bills anymore?

the doorbell rang.

“it's pouring out here! can you open up please, I have your pizza and I really don't wanna get it wet..” his baritone yet desperate voice called from outside the door. you panicked for a bit, hands frantically searching through your papers before you sighed, trudging towards the door.

opening the door, you nearly folded inward at the most delectable man you've ever seen right in front your very eyes. he was literally drenched, his orange shirt clung to his torso; his collar bones being his most prominent feature and the extrusive trail of his abs.

you finally met eyes with him, his brown hair was dewy and besides the vivid familiar smell of pizza, you picked up the scent of rain and nature from him.

why are his eyes so big too..

his nose was really cute and perky too,

ew.. are you checking out the delivery man?!

“pizza! pizza! your double delight.. uh.. hot and ready for a bite!” hendery (you now noticed his name tag) sing-songed, swaying his figure slightly to the imaginary beat.

“here's my card!” he tsked and sighed, gripping the pizza box which you now noticed was weirdly close to his crotch.

“now, why would I take your card..?” he tilted his head with an eyebrow raise, placing one of his hands on his hip.

“because it's the way I'm pay–” hendery rolled his eyes, quite dramatically at your rebuttal and actual stupidness. who the fuck thinks that delivery drivers– especially from a cheap restaurant like little caesars would be carrying a fuckass card reader, that's more for chick fil a.

“does it look like I have a card reader?!” he said monotonous, you noticed that he said it slowly as if you were stupid or something.

oh shit.

his eyes zoned in on your curves before they trailed up to your face, “how bout this, since you're so pretty..” he looked down at the box, sucking his bottom lip before looking back up at you.

“I'll give you it for free, it's on me sweetheart..” his pearly whites flashed for a second in a chaste smile.

“wait? really?!” your stomach dropped in excitement. he reveled in your happiness, he swore your smile was the prettiest.

“they call me the employee of the month for a reason..” hendery said, leaning on the door with the pizza box still tight to his crotch. “how about I come inside, it's pouring out here..” his eyes drifted to the rain jumping off the pavement then back to you with a slight smirk.

“a gift for a gift, yeah?” without waiting for your response, he stepped in with a mischievous grin.

“well, okay then..” you muttered, making sure to keep your eyes on the strange male whilst you shuffle behind him to shut the door.

there was something keeping the box ajar. through the slit, it looked like a tip of something, uhm.. that's not his dick right?

let's hope it's a container of garlic butter.

“uhm, what's that..” the tip of your finger nudged at the foreign object poking out, he hissed at the contact. genuinely, you cannot explain how you felt in that moment. shock, confusion, maybe a bit of terror ran through your body, you tried to pull away but his calloused hand gripped your wrist.

his other hand flicked open the pizza box, was that a pineapple ring around his dick?! your jaw fucking rolled to the ground, why was it so wide, so elongated and veiny and the worst part was.. THAT SHIT WAS LEAKING ALL OVER YOUR PIZZA.

“bro, you're leaking all over my pizza! I was fucking starving!” you whined, snatching the pizza box from his hands and throwing it on the ground.

“well, if you insist..” his hand went to your waist and squeezed before lowering you to your knees slowly. “have a taste..?” his other hand rubbed his massive member leisurely, positioning his cockhead at your pouty lips. “come on now..” he took the pineapple off and threw it on the ground.

you were hesitative, but you at least have to meet him in the middle. you obliged and opened your mouth, looking up at him; you noticed the sharpness of his jaw line. goddamn, he was hot. kitty licking his salty and sweet tip, a blob of precum landed on your top lip causing you to flinch.

he giggled at that. bitchass.

the hand at the back of your hand coerced your head forward, the tang of sweat ran through your taste buds. the taste of pineapple and salt became stronger as he pushed forward and stretched your mouth past your limits, you shivered and moaned. hendery's hand wrapped around your jaw before pressing on your neck, feeling around the bulge of his hefty cock through your skin.

“you're so hungry~ hm?” he ridiculed you before pulling back a bit and slamming himself back in. “don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied.” he gripped your locks before maneuvering your head harshly on his member, using your mouth like a cock sleeve.

you gagged, choked and flailed around but he didn't let up, his tip rubbed your tonsils sore. his abdomen was flush with your nose before he pulled out, a trail of spit, phlegm and precum followed.

your face was warm with tears and spit, you looked up at him; he was smirking. hendery suddenly yanked you up and pushed you against the wall, he played with the strings of your pyjama pants. “so fucking cute,” he murmured whilst squeezed your cheeks, his hand was as big as your fucking head.

“tell me what you want, honey..”

“I want my pizz–”

“damn, you'll get your pizza soon!” hendery yelled with wide eyes, shoving his thumb in your mouth. “shit, you're like a fuckin’ baby..” his salty digit rubbed a circle on your tongue, your teeth instinctively grazed the skin of the digit before biting down on it lightly. damn, you were hungry. his free hand shoved your fluffy pants to the floor with a small thud, you winced at the contact of his clammy hand fondling your ass.

it was his turn to fall to his knees, his hands fell to your thighs to squeeze and massage them before he shoved his face inbetween your legs. his tongue spread through your folds, sucking on your clit like a baby bottle.

you moaned and writhed but still had a sense of embarrassment of the sounds that resounded off the walls. he looked up at you with those fuckass doe eyes, you nearly fumbled into a ball of nothing right there. his left moved to your ass but his right stayed at your thighs, your head spun from his doings.

he then started to become reluctant, his eyes rolled back multiple times; immersing himself in the flavors of your savory juices. to be honest, the sounds of him slurping makes you want a baja blast from taco bell.

you just don't know why either.

“fuck do you think you could take me, princess?” hendery pulled away, his mouth messy with slick and a trail of drool dripping and clinging to his chin.

pulling you out of your baja blast daydream, hendery's eyes looked eager and bigg-ER like what the fuck? was he giving you puppy eyes?!

“uhm..” you looked down at his cock, it twitched like it was waving at you. “I'll see.” you shrugged and hendery fucking SMILED. again.

oh my gosh, he's so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

hendery stood up, the height difference was now more intimidating now. you only had view of his neck once he came closer, you were kinda upset but lightened (and tightened) up once his bulbous tip rubbed against your damp hole. you could already tell that he was too big, his tip felt heavy..

“wait..!” you screamed before he pushed in, hendery sighed before looking down at you. his brown pupils bored into your uncertain ones, “what if you tear through my ass and create two holes like some king louis xiv shit..” he gave you another fuckass smile but this one was reassuring, you giggled unironically.

“you'll be fine!” he rolled his eyes but this time with a playful intention and kissed your forehead. after almost going into shock, he pushes himself in; you both grunt at the first contact. the smooth ridges of your pussy gripped him so well, practically milking him; hendery even looked at you to see if you noticed but your eyes were shut trying to accommodate to the monster's intrusion.

his shoulders slumped, guess he'll go easy on you. but you were so beautiful when you struggled.. hendery decided to test the waters once he sheathed at your cervix, he craned his neck to bite yours. you only whimpered and helped once he started to pick up a slow, steady pace just for you. the string in your stomach started to get tangled and soon break, you even started to tear up from the waves of ecstasy that launched throughout your body like mini sparklers.

sooner than later, he started pounding into you and everything around you felt humid.. your inner thighs were a sticky mess, it felt like your neck was being sucked by a vacuum and pricked by a toothpick and coated with hendery's slobber mixed with yours. you didn't even realize your mouth was agape, close it.

“sweetheart– holy shit!” you must've clenched around him or something, you didn't know what was what anymore. you might've even been deranged from the fucking monster cock that alternated your intestines functions and forms. “you're taking me so we-ll..” hendery's voice cracked a bit at the end. his jaw was unhinged, eyes shut until he looked down at the connection of your bodies.

hendery's cock swelled and twitched inside of you, emitting another moan from you and causing you to position your leg up higher. you literally wanted him embedded inside of you at this point.

“I think I'm gon–” you cut yourself off once that one particular thrust threw you off the edge. hendery's abdomen tensed when your walls pulsated around him in an erratic, yet unsteady rhythm. but the thing is, your high wasn't as long lived because once your post nut clarity hit you harder than that one ball during gym class in middle school.

you were fucking.. the pizza man.. in the middle of the night.

LIKE A FUCKING PORNO?

man oh man, you were in the fucking gutter, deep in it.. you felt like there was an audience of ghosts making fun of you, this was so fucking embarassing.

hendery pulled out of you with a pop, everything was black. did you go blind?! oh no, you just had your eyes shut. you opened them and gasped once you realized, the dick was so good, you thought you went blind. he started to gather himself but he snatched glances at you like he wanted to say something or do something. but you only stared at the stairs, what else did he expect?

he was only a delivery boy after all.

“deadass..” you croaked out of the blue, a lazy smile forming at the edge of your lips as you pondered on the unknown idea. hope resonated in his soul and visibly on his face when he turned around. “what if you tried the jizz pizza? the one you had your cock all over earlier..” you asked confidently and with a hint of curiosity, your foot nudged at his with a small snort.

hendery looked at the box, then looked at you with reassurance. it's not like you were daring him or holding him at gun point, it was just question. but something urged him in his heart that made him want to please you for some reason, like he needed to.

“are you serious?” he questioned, concern and something else you couldn't sense was etched in his features.

“yeah, try the jizz pizza!”

taglist : @haechansbbg

[jerzwriter]

Second Thoughts If it were cannon... AU

A million years ago, someone asked me if I'd write a series that mimicked canon but with Tobias Carrick as head of the Edenbrook Diagnostic Team. While I don't have the bandwidth to take on a series at this point, as I'm doing my Open Heart re-read, I will rewrite select scenes that I think could be interesting.

Part one was the first night at Donahue's when there was a serious connection building between Dr. Tobias Carick and new intern, Dr. Casey MacTavish. But now, they've had a chance to sleep on it, do things look different in the morning light? Lack of sleep, misunderstandings, and a dash of fear lead Casey to make a choice. Will it be one she comes to regret?

Book: Open Heart Book 1 / Chapter 3 Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey) Featuring: Bryce Lahela, Jackie Varma, Landry Olsen Rating: Teen Words: 2,200 Series: If it were canon... AU Summary: See above

A/N: A quick thank you to @angelasscribbles for helping me come up with a new nickname lol I was at a loss. And thank you to @alj4890 - because of you I'm inspired to continue with this!

Series Masterlist Tobias x Casey Masterlist My Masterlist

The second day of her internship was not going as planned. Casey hardly managed to get any sleep in the miniature closet she called her room. At least the stairs above her came in handy today. She accidentally set her alarm for 5:00 PM instead of 5:00 AM, and if not for someone stomping down those steps, she would have overslept and likely decided to return to Philadelphia in shame. Now, with barely 30 minutes before her shift began, she threw on a ratty old Henly that paired perfectly with the wrinkled pair of jeans at the foot of her bed. Hair and make-up? Not today. A messy bun and brushed teeth would have to suffice. Somehow, she managed to arrive at Edenbrook with ten minutes to spare; when she saw a group of surgical interns playing basketball outside. Bryce Lahela was amongst them, and suddenly she wished she had spruced up just a little bit more.

“Up top! I’m open!” A shirtless Bryce barely got those words out before he flew by her, catching a pass and dribbling confidently toward the hoop. He dunked the ball, then screamed out in celebration. “Ha! Who’s the king now?”

“King?” Casey laughed, “You nearly killed me getting to that ball! I think the king should at least get a traffic infraction."

“Damn! I didn't realize. I would  have gladly given up two points for a chance to collide with you.”

Casey laughed as the other interns whooped and hollered when she saw the ball suddenly flying in her direction and caught it with both hands.

“Well, come on then, MacTavish!" Bryce goaded. "You gonna play, or you gonna send that back over?”

With a determined smirk, Casey slowly dribbled the ball, taunting him. “Come see if you can get it from me." Bryce sauntered toward her with what she’d come to know as his signature grin firmly in place.

“You’re making me look good,” he whispered upon approach. “I really am the king.”

“King of the surgical interns,” she laughed. “I guess that’s something, but....” without another word, she dribbled the ball around him, rushing toward the hoop with Bryce at her heels.

“Gonna make it tough on me, huh?” he laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist and spinning her around, but not before she shot the ball right into the hoop.

“That’s gotta be a foul, Ref,” she hollered, giggling in Bryes’s arms.

“It’s not a foul if you’re on my team,” Bryce defended. “And you are definitely on my team.”

Casey caught her breath as he put her on his feet, crossing her arms defiantly. “Says who?”

 “Says me!” He replied with a playful shrug. “But seriously, you want to join in?”

“Nah, my shift starts in five, and I’d really like to make myself look decent before it starts.”  

“You’re already looking good, MacTavish. Don’t go too crazy; I don’t want competition for hottest intern.”

“Ha!” she laughed, reaching up and flirtatiously pinching his cheeks. “I’ve already got that in the bag, Lahela!”

"Quite possibly," she beamed. "Hey, lunch later?"

"Sounds like a plan."

He smiled as he watched her run to the hospital entrance, pushing her way through a group of staff who had stopped to watch the game and assess the new talent.

“Excuse me. Pardon me,” she pushed through.

“You looked really good out there,” a pretty nurse winked.

“Thanks,” Casey smiled. Completely unaware that her handsome attending was quietly sipping his coffee nearby.

“She was impressive, wasn’t she, Dr. Carrick?” The nurse asked.

“Yep," he nodded. "She sure was.”

After a quick change, sprucing up her hair, and even applying a dab of lip gloss, Casey was the last of the interns to enter the atrium, but still on time. She was eager to meet her senior resident, and when Dr. Ines Delarosa called her name, Casey gently pumped her fist. “Yes!”

“Why are you so excited?” Jackie asked.

“I met her yesterday, she’s amazing! Bubblegum and rainbows incarnate!”

“Gross!” Jackie grimaced. “I’d rather take my chance with the grumpy ass I've got. I’ll catch you on the other side!”

Ines clapped her hands with joy to gather her charges. “All right, young ones! You’ve got your assignments! Go forth and shine bright!”

And Ines greeted her interns with the same enthusiasm when they returned a few hours later. “I hope you’re all excited! We’re about to begin rounds!”

“Woo-hoo!” Casey yelled as Ines gave a thumbs up with approval.

“That’s the attitude I want to see! You’ll be even more excited when I tell you we have a very special guest! Dr. Tobias Carrick will be joining us for rounds today!”

Casey turned to see Tobias leaning against a wall, looking up from his clipboard at the mention of his name. He curtly nodded at the interns, and Casey’s mouth went dry. Why did he have to be so beautiful? One glance made her knees go weak, and when his ice-blue eyes locked with hers, she could feel her cheeks begin to flush. She had been fueled by liquid courage when she approached him at Donahue's last night. What kind of intern flirts mercilessly with her attending on her very first day? But with his eyes still on her, she felt the heat rising. Yeah, she thought, that’s why I did. But when he turned away without acknowledging her, she began to question her judgment again.

“Let’s do this,” Dr. Carrick said gruffly.

“We’re doing rounds with Dr. Carrick? This is amazing! Also, I’m going to puke!” Landry whispered softly but loud enough to hear.

Tobias stopped short and looked over his shoulder, catching Landry chatting with Casey. “Less chatting and more moving!” He scowled. “Or do you think you’ve learned enough to keep your patients alive with just one day on the job?”

Casey’s brow furrowed. He didn’t seem at all like the man she met yesterday: the one who patiently guided her through an emergency procedure before her shift even began, one whose jovial attitude kept the interns energized throughout the day, or with whom she flirted shamelessly last night, perhaps that last one was the problem. Still, she shook her head and whispered to Landry.

“He was so cool yesterday. Why is he acting like such a jerk today?”

Dr. Carrick screeched to a halt again, causing several interns to trip over themselves to avoid toppling on top of him.

“Something to say, Dr. MacTavish?”

Her wide-eyed peers whispered amongst themselves. How did he already know her name? Dr. Carrick didn’t expect an answer, but Casey was giving him one all the same.  

“Yes, actually. I was wondering why you were so irritable today. I liked the Dr. Carrick I met yesterday much better.”

Tobias crossed his arms, biting his cheek to stifle a laugh, and Ines looked nervously between them. “Ha-ha!” She laughed. “Dr. MacTavish is so funny... haha! That will help make you a good doctor, but why don’t we get on with our rounds.”

“Wait,” Tobias held up a hand. “Dr. MacTavish, what role do you think attendings will play in your residency? Do you they – myself in particular -  are here to amuse and appease you?”

“Nope," she replied, not backing down. "Not at all.”

“Good. Because all of us will be putting in long hours, sometimes you won’t sleep for days on end. You’ll be dealing with life-or-death issues, and sometimes, the losses will nearly destroy you. No one is going to be rainbows and sunshine all the time. So I suggest you learn to deal with irritable colleagues and patients alike. It’s as much a part of this job as anything else.” He looked directly at Casey, and even as he was admonishing her, his gaze still made her melt. “Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” she grinned as Tobias forced himself to look away. Casey was completely unaware, she had the exact same effect on him. b

“Good. So why don’t we start rounds with your patient then?”

Landry wanted to question Casey as they walked away. He wasn’t sure if she was his hero, if she was out of her mind, or a combination of both, but he didn’t dare speak after that exchange.  

Casey and Landry went on to present. Or better said, Casey did. Landry was so starstruck by Dr. Carrick’s presence that he couldn’t bring himself to utter a word. Casey eyed him nervously, but when it was clear he was stalled, she jumped in to bail the duo out. Calmly and succinctly explaining that their patient had been in an accident and had internal bleeding as a result. She offered their prognosis and defended their treatment plan, even reassuring the patient when he expressed concerns about the length of his stay. Tobias was impressed with her, and halfway through her presentation, he couldn’t help but wonder why he was being so grumpy after all. It wasn’t like him at all.

“... so we have to get you healthy, Mike,” Casey said sweetly. “There are people counting on you.”

“Excellent, Dr. MacTavish,” Tobias approved, looking pointedly at Landry.

They proceeded to watch Elijah, Sienna, Jackie, Aurora, and other interns present.

“Congratulations!” Ines chirped. “You survived your first morning rounds! That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Landry droned.

“Landry,” Casey frowned. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to...,” but Tobias began speaking and drowned her out.

“All right, doctors! Your patients are all alive... let’s make sure they’re still that way when I see you tomorrow. You’re dismissed.”

Casey turned and walked away with the other interns, but she didn’t get far when Tobias called her back.

“Not you, Newbie. You have one more patient to see.”

“I... I do?” she stammered.

“And do I?” Landry asked.

“Did I say you?” Tobias glared.

“Nope,” Landry gulped, turning to Casey. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

Casey walked toward Tobias; while some interns gossiped, not even attempting to hide.

“What’s with them? One asked “Nothing! She just made a good a good impression on him.” “Yeah,” Another sneered. “A good impression on him at the bar last night!” “Well, I guess that’s one way to get ahead.”

Tobias didn’t hear, but Casey did, and she couldn’t conceal a frown as she walked his way. Seeing her distressed, he hoped his attitude had nothing to do with it. He greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hey there, Newb. Why so glum? You doing OK?”  

“I’m good,” she sighed. “Very sleepy, but good. Hey, I want to apologize; I’m sorry if I was a jerk back there...”

“Nah,” he replied, and she realized his graveled voice had the same effect on her as his damn eyes. This would not be easy. “I was the one being the jerk. That’s why I wanted to talk to you...”

“Wait,” she crossed her arms with narrowed eyes. “Are you telling me there’s no patient? You just wanted to talk to me?”

“Two things can be true at once, grasshopper,” he smiled. “That’s good to remember in medicine. But I am sorry for being grouchy. It’s not like me; I guess we all have bad days.”

“And we're all entitled to them every so often,” she winked. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

She wasn’t your standard intern, and he couldn’t help but laugh when he caught a nurse looking at them intently. She scattered away when he met her stare, refusing to shift his gaze. Casey followed his eyes and understood at once. She lowered her eyes as he returned his attention to her, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “Listen, about our talk last night..”

Casey felt herself becoming sick, and she didn't think skipping breakfast was the culprit. Her cheeks turned red, and her breath quickened. What would all the gossips say about the two of them standing this close? She was a kid from the wrong side of the tracks in Philly, worked her ass off to get here despite all those who said it was just a dream. She wasn’t going to have anyone saying her success was a result of flirting with her attending. But, God, she wanted to pursue him. She hadn't felt a connection like this in so long, and he had said they could find a workaround. Then she felt her blood go cold. Listen, about our talk last night...

Oh, God! She thought. I made a total ass out of myself, didn’t I? I’m an intern, for God’s sake. He’s Dr. Tobias Carrick; he likely has his choice of any person in this hospital. Any person in Boston! What the hell was I thinking? Convinced he was about to tell her he wasn’t interested. Her blatant flirtation was about to make her look like nothing short of a desperate fool, and Casey never wanted to be a desperate fool.

“It’s alright!” she interrupted, though right now, nothing felt alright. “We both had a few drinks, and it was late... it’s not surprising that we both said some things we didn’t mean.”

“Oh,” Tobias said, clearly taken aback. “I didn’t realize that...”

“Hey, Casey,” Bryce smiled, walking past with his team. “See you at lunch!”

“Oh,” Tobias repeated, images of the two of them kissing and their flirtatious game on the hospital court rushing to his mind. He recovered quickly this time. “It’s fine. I’m glad we’re on the same page then; this way, we don’t have to be awkward. We’re cool?”

“We’re cool,” she faked a smile, not understanding why his apparent dismissal brought the sting of bitter tears to the back of her eyes.

“Good! So, I do have a patient for you,” he said, nodding in the direction they were about to walk. “Her name is Kyra Santana, and her doctor thought a golf outing was more important than being here today. But, his loss is your and Ms. Santana’s gain...”

Casey took notes as he spoke. She never needed notes; she remembered almost everything, but she'd find any excuse to avoid looking into those eyes.

 “Hey, Dr. Carrick,” a beautiful nurse winked. Casey looked up momentarily but rushed her eyes back to the pad in her hand.

Thank God she quickly covered, she thought, her cheeks flushing with a mix of relief and embarrassment. He was Tobias Carrick. As if he’d have any real interest in her. It was bad enough that she had it this bad for her attending—the last thing she needed was for him to find out. That would be no way to start this phase of her life.

Tobias stood before the door, and, damn it, he smiled again. "You ready, Dr. MacTavish?"

"I like to think I am," she smiled as she walked through the door.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[katherineuchiha]

Hii bb can u write a jealous!sonny fic

His frustrated face is just so hott 🥴

Ilysm

Frayed Bonds

Hey thanks for being my first request love you

TW: Angst and yelling , positive ending

Summery : In the bustling world of competitive sports, sonny couldn't help but feel a growing unease. His girlfriend, Y/n, once his unwavering supporter, seemed increasingly captivated by the charismatic charm of his teammate, Dele.

As the cheers of the crowd echoed in the stadium, Sonny Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Sonny grappled with jealousy. His attempts to engage Y/n in conversation were met with distracted responses, her attention stolen by the camaraderie with Dele on and off the field.

One evening, after a particularly tough game, Son confronted Y/n about the growing distance between them. The air crackled with tension as he expressed his feelings, laying bare the vulnerability that jealousy had woven into his heart.

" Y/n , we seriously need to talk "

" yes honey? What happened is everything ok " Y/n not even realizing what she had bee up to

" I don’t like how you are spending some much time with Dele , I just thought it a nice friendship blooms but I don’t like this anymore "

" Don’t tell me that Korea’s Nacional Treasure is jealous? " You said teasing

" Stop , Y/n I don’t like that you are ignoring me every single time I try to spend time with you or talk to you " he yelled angrily . Now his partner is not taking his concerns seriously ? That was his last straw

Y/n, surprised by Sonny's honesty, realized the unintended consequences of her newfound friendship with Dele.

" I - I’m very sorry Sonny , I really didn’t noticed that you where going to be this bothered by my friendship with Dele " you said apologizing profusely putting your head down in shame

" Y/n I’m not bothered by your friendship with Dele at first , but you started to ignore me and spend time because you were to bothered about what’s going on with Dele and you " He said calmly this time , he really felt sorry for yelling at you

He was right , you stopped paying attention to your precious Sonny just to talk to Dele , you even ditched him once to go and hangout with him . You just didn’t have any excuse for , there really wasn’t a way to express your regret if you could take all of that you certainly will

He got a little close and placed a hand on your chin to put your head up " look at me baby , I know that I wasn’t your intention to ignore but this really need to change . There has to be a balance between me and your friendships " he said putting your chin up

" I don’t want to stop being friends with Dele , but Simple’s to make time for me just like I make time for your " he said with a very calm and collect manner

You simply couldn’t help but feel as is you had failed him majorly . You simply nodded your head in agreement and hugged him tight , very tight that he had to calm you down

" I’m very sorry for this Sonny , it won’t happen again I promise " you said placing your forehead with his.

" 사랑해요 " I love you

" 내가 널 더 사랑해, 자기 " I love you more honey

*I had such a great time writing this thank you once again



[joaofelixsgf1]

Clapton Davis

saving you guys with some Clapton Davis fanfic your welcome 🙏 btw this is an enemies to lovers.

you were at a party even though the school was closed for Taylor fishers death. Suddenly someone walks over bumping into a table. Oh great it’s the one and only Clapton davis and on top of that he’s very drunk. “Heyy Y/N how’s itt going?” He says drunkly “I’m good can’t say the same for you” you say “well I justt wanted to say your lookinggg mighty finer tonight” he says winking at you “haha very funny Clapton, don’t you have some other girl to flirt with” you say “only girl I want to flirt with is you” he says in a seductive tone. God he was driving you insane it’s really hard pretending like you don’t want him “well Clapton your drunk so I’m not taking your words seriously” “why not pretty girl” he says. Omg that name is so hott you might just melt on the spot. “I told you Clapton you drunk and why are you taking to me you hate me” “I don’t hate you how could I hate such a pretty face?” “Clapton” he’s drunk he won’t remember tonight maybe you should just stop pretending like you hate him for one night. “Okay you got me Clapton I’m all yours” “really~? I knew you’d come around” he says with a smirk plastered on his face. “So what do you want to do?” “You~” he whispers in your ear it sends shivers down your spine “when did you become so attractive?” “I always have been” he grins “so you wanna do me huh?” “Yes~” “okay then take me Clapton” he grins even harder and moves closer almost touching you “gladly Y/N” he moves his hands to your waist and starts sliding them up and down. “Clapton~” he removes his hands and starts pulling down his pants. All you can see is a hard cock showing through his boxers. “Y/N are you ready” he says as he starts grinding on you. He slides his hands up your dress and takes your panties off. “Yess yes I’m ready clapton” “good” he slowly takes off his boxers and reveals his hard cock. He picks you up and adjusts you to the right spot. “You sure your ready?” He asks “yes I’m sure Clapton” “okay” he places his hard cock inside you “oh Y/N god your so tight” you moan slightly “f-faster” he starts to pick up the pace. “You like that Y/N?” Mhm is all you manage to get out.

[t0xicityz]

I don’t know but I’ve been thinking about this one should I post it?😭😭

HES SO HOTT IN THAT DAMN PHOTO AND MY MIND WENT STRAIGHT TO RACER!WONWOO😍😍😍😍

Seriously the thoughts I had on this😩❤️

[silviakundera]

Empresses in the Palace ep 20 - 21

I've consumed too many chinese dramas and novels not to expect that a triumphant general celebrated throughout the nation is gonna eventually end up headless. Emperors who rose to power by quelling a rebellion are not a big fan of competition.

But for now, Hua Fei is at the height of her power. She's not even needing to scheme & throw petulant tantrums much, which is unfortunately reducing her hottness quotient for me.

And with all of the toxicity.... Real sibling love, who truly seem to like and support each other? That's so nice for them fr. Amid all the dirt & layers of masks in the palace, it's a bit refreshing that Hua Fei and General Nian have each other's backs. Her family has been funding her to be glamorous in the palace and (from what we can tell) aren't hounding her & guilting her & implying she's worthless for not having a baby yet. Almost wholesome compared to the typical noble family members I see in dramas.

Ling Rong and Zhen Huan in their besties era. I don't ship them, but ok girls have a good time. 👌

Baby concubine in waiting Chun has such a strange life. Just hanging out in the palace, playing with the servants, but she's 16 now. danger 🚨danger 🚨

Such a brilliant move to juxtapose a domestic, charming scene of the emperor and Zhen Huan play-acting as a typical married couple with darling Chun'er bursting into the room for added cheer. And then cutting to still childish Chun being carried to the emperor's bed. Masterful followup to that sweet family-like scene that reveals the rot beneath. As childishly innocent and cossetted as she is... She is doomed to be just more meat for the machine.

Ep 22

Death flags right & left for my darling Hua Fei.

Prince Guo: "Unobtrusiveness and self-restraint is the way to survive in His Majesty's court."

If General Nian is as fantastic in battle as he is in digging his own grave, no wonder the whole nation has been kissing his ass.

It's opera night in the harem and none of these bitches knows how watch a drama. Timed comments ON but can't hold a candle to Viki posters. Girls, this is your first opportunity in 2 years to enjoy something that's not getting banged by a fugly monarch, poetry duels, or flower & tea appreciation. Maybe stop grandstanding and enjoy it?

Ep 23

PLAGUE !!!

I've watched The Tudors. I'm ready for shit to go down.

Oh look, my beloved Hua Fei is already scheming to infect her enemies. Honestly shocked that new baby momma what's her face hasn't been given toxic incense yet.

Ling Rong irriates the fuck out of me these days. 2 things that I can't stand: [1] UGH ambitious people in the workplace who don't put themselves out there and do the work to advance, but then are bitter & resentful when their proactive peers succeed (LR is so entitled, she wants to sit back and be rewarded; resents not having everything ZH has when her friend is grinding full-time to protect herself and their lil faction) [2] misrepresents friends' actions, interpreting everything in the light that they are using or mocking her, when the friend is just going about their day to day and isn't intending anything malicious.

Zhen Huan conveniently capturing & presenting key witness Liu Ben wasn't satisfying. I understand that, ok, maybe her runners could catch him now because there are limited places to avoid the plague. But it doesn't feel right. The first time in the drama that things felt too easy to escape a huge dilemma. Mei Zihuang has the plague! She's secluded and no doctors will see her! 😱 .... oh, ZH now a dozen episodes later happens to have found some flimsy evidence to release her. (seriously, she just brings in a villian to say stuff. he could be bribed? lying to protect a loved one? any number of things?) (this goes back to the whole theory, 'emperor never REALLY thought Mei'er was faking, he just didn't care and it was easier to go with it)

And then Hua Fei gets out of HER predicament also with hilarious convenience. Oh, it just so happens that her stooges found a plague cure? Right now? 🤔

[rachaeljurassic]

Due to the fact that 3x07 is going to be erased from my tv box in ONE HOUR 😱 I'm diving right in!!!

Tennis??????????

OK, are SHORTS going to be involved????????

Please say shorts are going to be involved!!!!!!

🙏🙏🙏

ARGH!!

😣

I REALLY DON'T LIKE BIG POISONOUS SPIDERS

😲

I can't even look.

🙈

Is she dead?

Is it over?

🙈

Ahhhhh, the theme tune

😅

OK, I have suffered through that, I DESERVE SHORTS!!!!!!!!!

Hugh

🥰

He sent her post cards about fish

😂

🙄

"What protestant girl?"

😆

OMG a promotion

👏

Oh and nice one Jack, I knew you'd look after our boy Hugh

😊

And a body, and Jack is one the scene.

😊

A place in Australia WITHOUT lethal spiders?!?! Maybe there is SOMEWHERE I could go to on that godforsaken murder continent

😉

Oh god, I have something in common with Phryne!!!

That better be the last time we see that creepy little bastard!

😡

And Jack, that is NOT funny!

😤

And OK, you got a Phryne-in-your-arms, but she has EVERY right to slap you silly!! You little fucker!

😒

Ha! Karma arrived on swift heels

📸

🤣

Also

🥵

But it's VERY difficult to concentrate on the hottness right now

😔

Oh god, I know Mac is here but I'm finding it hard to look at the sceen. Please put away the eight legged monstrosity

🥺

Seriously THEY HAVE TO STOP

😭

[all-for-geek]

The Cal Who Kinda Liked Musicals Chapters 3: Ma'am I Need You Take A Step Back...

Chapter 2

Fandom: The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals/Starkid/Hatchetfield

Summary: Cal's patience is tested as the singing threat spreads and hits a little too close to home for one of their allies.

Word Count: 1,956

Warnings: Violence/Slight Gore

Cal wasn’t quite sure how long they were in the trash cans for. The cramped, dark space warped their perception of time as each minute seemed to drag on longer and longer. Bill certainly wasn’t helping matters.

“If I had known it was going to smell this bad, I would have grabbed the air freshener out of my car,” he complained.

Cal rolled their eyes. “Bill, it’s a trash can, what did you expect it to smell like?

“Well, I didn’t expect it to be this bad!”

“Will you two keep it down!” Ted hissed. “The whole point of hiding is not to get fucking caught. Which means sucking it up and being fucking quiet!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is your brilliant plan of hiding in the fucking trash can not completely foolproof!” Cal fired back, whisper shouting.

“Listen here you little shit-”

“Oh god, someone’s coming,” Charlotte interrupted as she curled into more of a ball.

The three became dead silent as what sounded like two people ran near them. The two were talking, thank god, and seemingly panicked. Or at least the woman did as she screamed something about implications. As the man reassured her, the four who were hidden realized they recognized his voice. Whether it was because of that realization or the smell finally getting to him, Bill took the opportunity to jump out.

“No! It’s not alright Paul!” he shouted.

Paul and the woman that he was attempting to comfort nearly jumped out of their skin.

“Bill! You scared the shit out of us,” Paul chastised.

“Well how am I supposed to jump out of a trash can and not scare the shit out of you?”

“I don’t know a warning or something…”

Cal’s ears perked up, a shit eating grin on their face. They bang on the trash can before popping out themself. Paul, Bill and the woman all jump again.

“Jesus Christ, Cal!” Paul criticized, a hand over his heart.

“Hey don’t look at me, I warned you.” Cal could hear Ted stifling laughter a trash can over.

“What are you guys doing here?” Paul finally asked.

“We had to go somewhere,” Bill explained, “Davidson kept calling people in his office and they kept coming out singing.”

“It wasn’t just there,” Cal continued, “Everywhere we went everyone was fucking singing.”

“It’s all of downtown, we were just at Beanies,” Paul added.

Ted jumped out of his trash can. “You didn’t invite me!”

“Jesus Christ, Ted!”

“Okay how many of you are fucking in there?” the woman asked.

Charlotte slowly pokes her head out her trash can, waving awkwardly. “Hi…”

“Alright everyone shut it! We got our sweet hiding spot, and we don’t want any of those freaks finding it,” Ted declared as if he wasn’t also making noise. “So, Paul, get in a trash can. You-” He points to the woman. “-beat it.”

“Uh…fuck you?” The woman rightly said.

“Yeah, dude, seriously?!” Cal asked, turning to Ted.

“I don’t know her!”

“Yes you do!” Paul corrected. “It’s Emma.”

…

“The barista from Beanies?”

…

“The…” Paul sighed. He does Ted’s Borat thing, cringing as he does so. “The Latte Hotte…”

Ted stares at him for a minute before leaning down by him. “...Paul, that is not the Latte Hotte. That’s the crabby one, who won’t sing when I tip her! You grabbed the wrong one, ya noodle!”

Suddenly, police sirens sounded off, rapidly getting closer. Everyone tensed except for Charlotte who seemed to relax slightly. “Oh thank god, I called Sam. He’ll get us out of here.”

Ted and Cal both rolled their eyes as Sam and two other cops arrived on the scene. Charlotte rushed over to her husband. Before she could get much of a word out, music started blasting in their ears. 

Ma'am, I need you to take a step back

You're facing the law, not the clerk at The Gap

Yeah, we're cops

Yeah, we're cops

You'd better shape on up

Cal freezes when they hear Sam start singing. Fuck fuck fuck fuck no. Charlotte wasn’t doing too much better either. She was in denial, still trying to approach her husband with a confused look on her face. Paul tried to reason with her, but that just led to him being cornered by the cops.

You better empty out all of them pockets

But don't empty out all of them pockets

Yeah, we're cops

Yeah, we're cops

And we make sense

They kicked him to the ground as they continued to sing. As the cops bopped along to the choreography, Charlotte managed to race over and help Paul back over to the group. Cal nudged Ted as the two came to the same conclusion. If they were so distracted dancing, maybe it wouldn’t be too hard to get out of there.

Show me your hands!

Show me those jazz hands

Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs

Show me those hands

Show me those jazz hands

Or I might

Be inclined

To shoot you up

They didn’t get far unfortunately. As the two rounded to the other side of the cops, it seemed all they did was steer their attention in their direction. As Sam continued singing, the two cops that had come with him danced up behind them.

You go forty in a thirty-five

Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived

The cop grabbed Cal’s wrist, puppeting their arm around to mimic a steering wheel. The hand was cold. It sent a shiver up Cal’s spine that vibrated in rhythm with the song.

'Cause we're cops

Yeah, we're cops

We're up in your shi-et

The cold hands grabbed Cal’s shoulder, pushing them to the ground.

Kathy lost her cat in a tree

Contact fire, not the HFPD

'Cause we're cops

Yeah, we're cops

Her cat is dead!

Cal flinched when they felt another hand on their shoulder. It took a moment for them to register that the hand was warm. That it didn’t cause their skeleton to want to dance out of their skin. They turned to see Ted, eyeing them with a look that anyone but him would’ve called concern.

Show me your hands

Show me those jazz hands

Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs

Show me your hands

Show me those jazz hands

Or I might

Be inclined to shoot you

Cal nodded, trying to show him that they were fine. They had never been a good liar though. The music around them seemed to grow louder. It pounded on their skull, demanding to be let in.

Step away from the vehicle

Step away from the vehicle

Get back in the vehicle

Get back in the vehicle

Slowly get out of the vehicle

Slowly get out of the vehicle

Do the things I say, I'm a cop

The siren noises weren’t helping either. The two threw their hands over their ears as the cop blared over them. Cal could feel their body threatening to shut down. The warm hand returns to their shoulder. Ted winces from the noise as he gives it a gentle squeeze.

9-1-1, emergency call

Got a 4-1-1, at a shopping mall

Better pack your heat and utility belt

Any mall rats comin' in hot, they'll melt

Sarge, that's your wife on the 9-1-1

What that bitch want, Sarge?

She wants to snug

Grab your nine millimeter and a doughnut bucket

Want my badge number?

Put in your mouth and suck it!

They point in unison as Charlotte approaches Sam once again. Cal was tempted to groan. Sam wasn’t there anymore. Why couldn’t Charlotte get that? They would be more upset if it didn’t give them a reprieve from all the noise.

“Sam…,” Charlotte begged, tears welling in their eyes. “Sam please I’m your wife! Please baby just…talk to me.”

For a moment, it was quiet. Cal couldn’t see Sam’s face as he took his sunglasses off, but they could hear how he softly whispered Charlotte’s name. They could see the hope light up in Charlotte’s eyes.

Just as quickly as it left, the noise returned. Sam put the glasses back on. He raised his gun to Charlotte’s face, and the hope was replaced with fear as Charlotte screamed.

Show me your hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra)

Show me those jazz hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra)

Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs

Show me those hands

Show me those jazz hands

Ted bursted up as Sam started chasing Charlotte through the alley, grabbing a trash can lid on the way. He narrowly missed the other two cops who started closing in on the others. As the music crescendoed again, Cal felt the song vibrating in their bones. They put their hand in their pocket, reaching out for something that could help.

Or I might

Be inclined

To shoot you

The music stops abruptly. Cal lets out a shaky breath, unsure of how long they had been holding it. Out of the corner of their eye, they could see Sam lying unconscious on the ground. Ted stood over him, garbage lid in hand. 

The cops stood frozen in front of them. There was a look of uncertainty on their faces. Almost like they weren’t sure how to continue with the lead vocals knocked out. That confusion wouldn’t last long. They would recover eventually. Cal pulled a gun out of their pocket, firing a shot into the air before pointing the gun at the cops.

“Alright, the next goes through someone’s fucking head!” Cal warned the cops. They stared at the gun for a moment before running off, flailing their arms in the air.

“Oh Sam!” Charlotte cried, kneeling down beside her “husband”.

“Cal, how long have you had a gun just stored in your pocket?” Bill asked as if it was a cellphone Cal had snuck into class.

Cal paused for a moment. “Uh…the whole time?”

“Wha…do you have any idea how dangerous those things are young-”

“I’ve got a better question, Billy Boy,” Ted interrupted, “Why the FUCK are this scumbag’s brains blue?!”

The group turned their attention back to Sam. Ted had whacked him good. Good enough that his brain matter lay pouring out of a hole in his skull. His blue brain matter.

Cal’s eyes widened. “What the fuck…?”

“He needs to get to a doctor…” Charlotte muttered over and over again.

“Charlotte,” Ted knelt down next to her, “this is beyond a fucking doctor. His brains are fucking blue!”

“We have to do something! We can’t just leave him here!”

“Uh, yeah we can,” Cal muttered.

Charlotte’s head whipped around. There was an anger there that gave Cal pause. “Don’t you talk like that. I’m not leaving here without Sam!”

“Charlotte, he tried to nab us. He put a gun to your fucking head!”

“I SAID I’M NOT LEAVING HIM!” 

Cal flinched, shrinking inward. Ted stayed knelt down beside the body, unsure of what to do. It seemed like no matter what he did, it would hurt one of them. So, he did nothing. It ended up being Emma that stepped between the two, her arms raised.

“Hey, woah, okay, let’s just…all take a breath. I’ve got this like, cooky biology professor. He’s got a doctorate! His house is like, a fucking survival bunker. We can go there, and be safe, and maybe he can figure out what’s going on with Sam, yeah?”

The group nods. Cal, once again, feels like they're being dragged along and outvoted at every turn. This was a horrible idea. It made the trash cans feel like a stroke of genius. But the other option was to face these singing fucks alone.

They huff. “Fine, but when he ends up killing us all, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

[sassyandclassy94]

Can we also take another moment to imagine Neal (in this case Baelfire) as one of King David’s soldiers, coming off the battlefield all muddied and bloodied? Like this?

Cause ain’t nothin hotter than a man in historical and fantasy clothing covered in mud and blood because he just survived your version of Agincourt or the War of the Roses

[souryoong]

HALI?!? 😭😭

oh my gosh this made my day, you have no idea.

I am so so happy that you were able to visualize what exactly was going on and aaah that was my goal to really capture the intensity and desperation between the two of them.

gosh im quite literally so proud of this hobi that I wrote in this scene because he’s seriously so hott. I feel like this is so so so something that Hobi would do.

the ghost floating through your apartment mention seriously had me GIGGLING LOLLL

but yeah, seriously glad you enjoyed and thank you for your feedback. im glad I could contribute to the hobi fics here on tumblr (which I will say there needs to be more of!!)

dinner plans cancelled! | jhs

SUMMARY: you and hoseok have dinner plans, but one thing leads to another and well…they’re cancelled.

PAIRING: hotboyfriend!hoseok x f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ readers only)

WORD COUNT: 880

WARNINGS: tongue kissing, making out, ass grabbing, reader is wearing a skirt, biting/marking on hobi’s part, oral sex (m. receiving), sloppy blowjob, very very messy, spit (?), hobi ruins her makeup, somewhat throat fucking lol, reader is kind of henced to have big boobs lolll, nipple play (minor), praise kink?

AUTHORS NOTE: plot twist, ash actually still writes!! this is kind of similar to something I wrote for txt’s yeonjun sooo if you read that and think that it’s the same umm…yeah it kind of is. I don’t consider it plagiarism if it’s my own work. I wouldn’t sue myself!! anyways hobi is quite hot in this so enjoy this comeback of mine.

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“We don’t really have time, Hobi.” You spoke, kissing along Hoseok’s jawline as you unbuttoned his white collared shirt.

“We do.” Hoseok breathed out; the sentence punctuated by a bruising kiss. Your back was shoved against the wall of your kitchen, the sudden movement startling you.

The both of you were trying to get out of the house for dinner reservations, but one thing led to another, and now you were both half undressed.

His hands slipped underneath your skirt, squeezing at the backs of your thighs and towards your ass. His grip was so hard that you moaned into his mouth.

That gave Hoseok the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth; sloppily tongue kissing you, ruining your lipstick.

His lips made their way down your neck, leaving wet kisses. Feeling Hoseok start to suck and nibble at your skin, your fingers pulled on his hair slightly; making him let out a moan.

“Hobi, I cannot walk around with hickeys.” Your voice was breathier than you wanted it to be. You always preferred Hoseok to mark you up where only you and him could see, but sometimes he had other plans.

“I won’t.” Hoseok eased up on your neck, now only kissing softly. “But god you’re so hot. All mine.” He kissed behind your ear before biting down onto the curve of your ear, emitting a whine from you as you placed your palm onto his chest.

Hoseok hiked your skirt up, bending one of your knees up against his waist. He touched your jaw with his fingertips, making you turn your face towards him before kissing you again.

As you kissed him, you moved your hand from his chest, and down to his bulge that was very prominent through his jeans. The contact made him groan and grind his hips into your hand.

Hoseok broke the kiss, smirking. “Hey, don’t tease me.” His lips were slightly glossy from kissing you. “What happened to ‘we don’t have time’?”

“Hmmm.” You started undoing his belt, then his pants. “But I don’t think this will take very long.”

“Fuck.” Hoseok swore under his breath when he realized what you were doing.

You slowly got down onto your knees in front of him; the sight of you getting Hoseok harder by the second.

He bit down onto his bottom lip, combing his fingers through your hair.

Once you pulled down his jeans, you leaned forward, planting a few kisses below his belly button.

Hoseok sharply inhaled, his stomach tightening. Finally, you hooked your fingers underneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down just enough to release his cock; painfully hard and leaking precum.

Hoseok’s fingers were still in your hair as you leaned forwards, grabbing at the base of his cock with one of your hands. You let a glob of spit fall from your mouth onto the tip and used that to stroke him a few times before sliding into your mouth. You instantly let him hit the back of your throat, earning a throaty moan from him.

“Fuck. Just like that.” Hoseok muttered, leaning his head back, then looking back down at you. “That’s my girl.”

His deep moans were going right to your core, and you shifted on the floor for any kind of friction, earning a smirk from Hoseok.

You released him from your mouth with a pop, panting to catch your breath. You reached up to stroke him once more, pressing your thumb against the tip.

“Hang on.” Hoseok’s voice had a sudden rasp to it, making you look up at him eagerly. He reached, pulling your strappy top down, making your boobs practically spill out. He toyed with one of your nipples, making you let out a whimper. Hoseok smirked “Look so pretty for me.”

You had no doubt in your mind that your makeup was for sure ruined by now. The intricate eyeliner that you spent all that time on was now about to run down your cheeks, and your lipstick was long gone.

You took the tip of his cock in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around the tip, making Hoseok shudder from sensitivity. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in, and bobbing your head on his length. Hoseok’s hands were in your hair again, this time he had somewhat of a grip on you, a whine spilling from his kiss swollen lips.

You felt his cock twitch, and you changed your rhythm, feeling him hit the back of your throat repeatedly. Your eyes were watering now, and you were sure he was bruising the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Hoseok panted, coming close to his own high.

He pulled you away from him, making you finally gag, a string of saliva going from your lips to his cock. You swallowed thickly, and it took you by surprise when he grabbed you by your throat and leaned down; sloppily tongue kissing you.

He pulled away, still close to you.

“Oh no, Hobi.” You started. “The time. Don’t we have to–“

You didn’t even get to finish your sentence.

“No.” Hoseok used his thumb to wipe your ruined eye makeup. “Because now, I don’t care about the reservations. Go to the bedroom.”

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[thinger-strang]

of course steve does that little tongue swipe across his lower lip in their first meeting he's gotta get his kisser ready just in case. if steve is nothing else, hes prepared a l w a y s

this just in steve was a boy scout, folks, always prepared

[emaya-chan-the-potato-headed]

too cute to be legal!