hannah … u said u would probably physically fight w jj if u were in obx which same but now i’m thinking …. thinkin abt “play fighting” w bsf!jj …. and there’s loads of charged energy there …. lot of ass to crotch and giggling and teasing from jj mhm yup
HELLO ??!;);6 okay i confess i was thinking about play-fighting with bsf!jj turned to him pounding me while im headlocked in between those hot ass fucking arms of his 😓😓. and you’re idea is like.. spot on celeste omg.
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being pushed around the thin mattress by his body weight, evidently stronger than you due to acquired muscle from years working in physical labour. his hips brush against the back of your ass, the seam of your crotch — gentle touches that seem to dissipate in fervor but grow in length as the pretence of ‘play-fighting’ soon begins to fall to deaf ears and heaving chests.
the stiffness in his shorts was difficult to let go by unnoticed, and as much as you attempted you couldn’t restrain the muffled noises of grated pleasure that would leave your pursed lips every time his body weight banged into yours, a heavy muscle catching your side or a stray hand wrapping around you.
“jayj,” you huff out, laboured pants puffing onto his face as you attempted to call a truce, “can we just— just pause for a minute, take a lil’ break?”
he thinks this means he’s won, the adrenaline getting him into a ditzy as he gets up all in your face, spittle visible as he starts intimidating you with a superficially pridefully interrogation, “oh you wanna take a break huh? j’s so strong you had to tap out little girl? that ‘t? no deal. i won this round fair and square sweetheart.”
and you’re laying beneath him in such utter shock, pouty bottom lip quivering due to a combination of adrenaline and fear induced arousal that for a minute he’s scared you might start crying.
that is until you align your face right with his, knocking knees and letting out a whispered, “please?”
and he knows, knows by the way your chest is rising in paced slopes, and by the way he can see your nipples hardening under the sheer fabric of your top. hell, he’s been your best friend for years, he’s known since you broke up with your most recent ex and came running into his arms for support. but he still asks “please what?”
and then you were done, blubbering out a string of indecipherable sex-fuelled pleads about how turned on you were, how you needed him.
and before jj could continue letting his best friend fall under so much duress, he bends you over the arm of the couch and strips you of your clothing, stuffing himself into your cunt so unexpectedly that you let out a wail, walls contracting around him at the initial sting of the intrusion.
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was going to make a lineup of every single one of my Rain World ocs so far but i then realised "holy shit there's a lot of them huh" and i'm starting to doubt if i'll ever finish it so you get to look at the ones i did complete
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wip wednesday...it's me...ya boy....refusing to let people forget nick suzuki is not white lol
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Cole’s played with Nick for so long that he feels unbalanced when he’s on the face off against him for the first time. His dark intent eyes and the determined line of his mouth; Cole’s seen that look from right beside him for almost a decade. He never thought he’d be on the receiving end.
Nick’s skin is a warm brown against the white of the Canadian’ away jerseys, something Cole has seen hundreds of times in Montreal, ten years in, and has never been particularly taken by, but he looks warmer, here, even though they’re in Switzerland in February and it had been a long, long Montreal winter before they’d even gotten on the plane.
He didn’t get a haircut before the NHL took a break for the Olympics and Cole is suddenly desperate to know what his hair looks like now, if it’s messier under the helmet, if it tangles and curls, or if it just stands straight up. Nick’s usually pretty strict about getting a haircut, but there was a long road trip before they broke for the Olympics and the last time Cole saw Nick, his hair was growing out in ways Cole had never seen.
He looks, hmm. Dreamy is a word for it, maybe. Maybe that one Montreal gossip blog who named him Quebec’s most eligible bachelor in January had the right idea. Cole had made fun of him for weeks when he got the promoted post on Instagram but he sees the potential now, the shape of it.
Cole grins at him. Nick’s mouth doesn’t move.
“Switzerland’s beautiful in the winter,” he says. The ref is still shouting at Kirby and Trevor at the other side of the circle about how they won’t quit knocking each other around.
Nick looks at him but doesn’t say anything.
“You look better in red and blue though,” says Cole. “The white jersey, I dunno. You do better with a little color. Gonna be glad to see you out of it.”
Nick blinks.
“Maybe tonight,” says Cole.
Nick says, “fucking—Cole, are you this much of a maniac with everybody?”
They bend down. The ref puts his whistle in his mouth.
“No,” says Cole. Nick makes a face. Cole laughs. “You’re the only Canadian I’d ever cross those borders for.”
“Either pull the fuck up or fuck off, Caufield,” says Nick, but the corners of his eyes are crinkled, before he turns determined and intense again.
The ref tells them to shut up in French and drops the puck. Nick swipes it.
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"I wanted to learn how to write because I felt that if I could learn how to write, I could control my destiny."
---Bill Hader
From @ dodgecollege on Instagram. Photos by @ mattharbicht
Thank you to the lovely @martymcdie88mph for bringing this to my attention😊❤️
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On one hand I get it why Poppy seems irrational to want Branch to forgive his brothers after they abandoned him when he was a baby and he was left alone with his grandma.
But on the other hand I get it why Poppy is doing this. She knows Branch better than anyone else and how much his grandma's death traumatised him (fuk that meme 'because singing killed my grandma' now I can't unsee it) and that he was alone all these years and he is so attached to and protective of Poppy and their friends cuz he is afraid of losing more people that he loves.
I don't remember Poppy ever saying that she's ok with what his brothers did but she wants Branch to have his family again. Depends on him if he wants to forgive them or not but she doesn't have any bad intentions, she knows that this would make him happy.
I'm personally not entirely convinced that they should be forgiven that easily but I'll wait until I see the movie.
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