tobi

he/him 18+ professionally down bad

[downhorrific]

intro post

I'm downhorrific!!!

(tobi works)

read more below!!!!

basic jist of things

-i use he/him pronouns, and i'm ftm.

-this blog is dedicated to fandom posts/reposts

-proship dni!!!!

-i will not allow any transphobia/homophobia, racism, xenophobia, or any type of hate on my blog.

-maps or pedophilia of any kind is strictly not allowed on any of my socials.

-im kinda freaky on here so if you don't like that. this is not the blog for you lol

-if you like me and want to see more of my un fandom related posts, check out my other blog @zahmbayy which is strictly silly sfw times!!!!

-please respect my boundaries and have fun!!!

bonus!!! list of fandoms/ships I post/repost abt!!!

-stranger things (byler + stonathan +ronance)

-DCU (superman + batman)

-call of duty (141 + könig)

-Arcane (jayvik + meljayvik)

-the walking dead (rickyl)

-GTA5 (trikey)

-A Goofy Movie (maxley)

-MCU (poolverine, spideypool, loki, ect.)

-Sally Face (salvis)

-stardew valley (shane/reader, Sebastian/reader)

-gravity falls (billford, fiddauthor, fiddlestan, ect.)

-red dead redemption 2 (charthur)

maybe there's a few others I forgot but those are the main few :D

@uzmacchiato for the dividers :3

[rawme-price]

Thinking about how ghost has this uncanny ability to settle babies right down...and yet he has no interest in having one of his own.

That doesn't stop him from knocking on your door while baby screams herself dry at 2am. He can block the noise easily, wouldn't be where he is if he couldn't, but he knows your upstairs neighbor will submit a complaint.

"Ah, sorry for keeping you awake simo–" you mumble, tired when you answer the door. Bags under your eyes, formula on your shirt.

"No. You go sit down. Where is she?" Ghost huffs, squeezing past you through the door. Despite the question, he's already bee-lining to your room, where baby's crying carries through the entire apartment.

"I don't know what's wrong. She's not hungry, not gassy. Won't cuddle, won't suck her paci–" you trail off, dazedly watching simon gently cradle your little girl in his arms and have her settled in mere minutes. "...what."

Your baby, who's made it her life's mission to scream nearly every night, is curling chubby fingers into ghosts hoodie and humming all happy.

"Just needed my jacket, I think. Picky girl," ghost hums fondly, tucking her whole tiny body into one arm. With the other, he steers you towards your bed. "You need to sleep. I'll get her handled, okay?"

Anyone else would say that you're crazy for letting a man you aren't dating or married to be alone in your apartment with your kid. To which you would tell them about how he pulled you out of your darkest moments while trying to parent alone. How he never judges you. How he wants nothing but the best for your little girl.

So you nod, yawn and settle down. "Okay...thank you, simon."

In the morning, baby will be back in her crib snuggled up tight, and ghost will have left a hot jug of coffee on your counter.

[rawme-price]

Thinking about ghost and gaz who, due to trauma and personal reasons, are both strictly tops, right?

Usually they make it work. Toys, mutual masturbation, jerking eachother off. Sure, with the random libido spikes it's a challenge, but nothing two SAS soldiers can't handle.

Sometimes, though, that craving for a nice warm hole to fuck just gets to be too much. Which leads to a pair of the hottest men you've seen hanging around the back of your local bar.

This is a practiced song and dance for them. Ghost far more particular about partner but lacking the social finesse, he points to people he wants and let's gaz do the rest.

Really, kyle has you the moment he leaned one shoulder against the wall, semi-caging you in with that warm smile. The heated kiss was just a bonus on top.

You'll only make the connection that they're married when kyle pulls ghost in for a kiss over your body. The fat underside of his cock rubbing over your tongue, ghost's cock buried deep in your hole.

You twist, desperate to see them, to soak in that genuine love you only receive fractions of. It's wet and messy, the scars on ghosts face dripping more spit onto your back than anything. But kyle only presses further, moaning against his husbands skin.

Afterwards, when you feel like your joints may give out and at least ten percent of your weight is cum, they'll pull you in between them with a content sigh. You'll drift off to bed between two lovers without feeling like a brick wall.

In the kitchen, far before you wake, you'll miss the conversation ghost and gaz have about a more permanent third.

[mantarayyoon]

Three silly bloodymary / phm things I drew last week:

Simon and Grace getting symbolically married and celebrating with me-burgers (they got away with Rocky and Adrian being there while eating under the 'human cultural thing' excuse)

Rocky and Grace dancing Jailhouse Rock or something (picture this in the don't go crazy room, Rocky on the platform and Grace on the floor)

Lastly, @/ml2key (on insta) Fish! Simon au ksksjs, I'm in love with the bloodymary AUs he has made

That's it :p

[bybats]

I have no idea what's going on in the second pic. you tell me.

[pineappical]

grace look disguust

[performativeactivites]

Agnus Dei- 1640

Ryland Grace- 2026

The sacrificial lambs.

[nebulonvoid]

I'm going crazy. Please recommend fics of college age party boy Ryland Grace pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

[zee-what-i-zee]

simon at the gun range

“are you excited!”

You squealed clapping yours hands, the car turning into the car park as you did.

Simon just huffed in answer helping you out of the car and to the entrance.

“i don’t understand the appeal love, i do this so you don’t have to..”

His words came out sugar sweet as he passed his card to the receptionist taking the noise cancelling headphones.

You just huffed at the retaliation skipping down the hall, you had chosen the end booth to avoid getting embarrassed.

He followed silently grabbing to pistols and glasses for you, he passed you the pistol the sight heaving in your hands.

Simons scarred fingers pulled back your hair behind your ears softly placing the headphones down with a thud.

Next he slipped the glasses onto your face making sure they were comfortable and properly on.

“am i going first?”

Your voice had gone from excited to slightly nervous rambling, before you could add on to your words he had spun you to face the right way.

His hands steady on your waist as he guides your hands up pulling your stubborn hands into position.

“no not like that, like this. Don’t be tense relax.”

Simon’s voice was heavy in your ear and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs.

“jesus, i didn’t think you had to be so specific i thought you just..shoot?”

Your voice was tighter as you stared as the black figure at the end, he let out a small laugh at your comment widening your stance.

“when your ready shoot, try to not hit your self with the gun.”

You took a deep breath, made a face you had seen in Oceans eight, and fired.

And dear god was that scary, your whole body shuddered with the shot the gun coming back and almost hitting you square in the nose.

“holy fucking shit balls!”

Simon just laughed looking at where your shot went, right into the groin of the figure.

“good aim love.”

You hit his chest putting the gun down and smoothing your hair back with another big sigh.

He looked back at you before picking the gun up with practised ease and taking three shots at the head, heart, and groin.

Of course they were all perfect like the show off he is..

“show off,”

“get better then.”

You glared, he smirked.

So of course you spent the next hour perfecting it with a mad man’s consistency.

By the end the recoil was to a minimum and your shots were now shooting the groin on purpose.

Simon was impressed, and showed you how impressed he was in the car.

His fingers aren’t just good with guns

WOWOWOOW FIRST POST BAVK. ok i think it kind of sucks but it’s like 1 am. pity me please

[deansbeer]

﹙ ¹⁸⁺ ﹚ ₊ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ❜୧ A QUICKIE WITH YOUR HUSBAND SIMON.

you're sorting through what feels like the millionth tiny sock when simon comes up behind you, large hands settling on your hips. "kids are occupied," he murmurs against your neck, and you can hear the suggestion in his voice.

"si, i have to get this done," you protest weakly, but you're already leaning back into him. wash day waits for no one with three kids, and you're drowning in tiny clothes. "and they won't stay distracted for long."

"exactly why we should be quick about it." his hands slide around to your stomach, pulling you flush against him. you can feel he's already hard, and your resolve wavers. "been thinking about you all morning, luv. watching you bend over sortin’ laundry..."

"you're terrible," you breathe, but you're already turning in his arms. seven years of marriage and three kids later, and he still looks at you like he wants to devour you. "we have maybe ten minutes before someone needs something."

"can work with that." he's already lifting you onto the washing machine, hands pushing up his sweatshirt that you wore around the house. "fuck, no panties? you trying t’kill me?"

"it's wash day, baby," you remind him, wrapping your legs around his waist. "everything's in the dirty hamper." but your explanation dissolves into a moan as his fingers find you already wet.

"fuckin' convenient," he growls, working you open with practiced efficiency. there's no time for slow and sweet; not with three kids in the house. "always ready for me, aren't you, swee'eart?"

you bite your lip to keep quiet as he replaces his fingers with his cock, pushing in with one smooth thrust. "simon," you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "fuck—w-we have to be quiet."

"then you'd better keep that pretty mouth o’yours shut," he says, setting a punishing pace immediately. the washing machine rocks with the force of it, and you have to brace yourself against the wall. "can't have the little ones hearing what daddy does to mummy."

the filthy words in his rough accent make you clench around him. he notices, of course he does, and smirks against your neck. "like that, do you? knowing i'm fuckin’ you while our babies play down the hall?"

before you can respond, there's a loud bang on the door. "mommy! mommy, open!" your five-year-old's voice cuts through your haze of pleasure. "need you!"

simon doesn't stop, if anything going harder. "mummy's busy, swee'eart," he calls out, voice impressively steady for someone currently railing you against major appliances. "go play with yer sister."

"but mommy!" another bang. "daisy took my doll!"

you try to answer but simon chooses that moment to hit that perfect spongy spot inside you, and all that comes out is a strangled sound. he covers your mouth with his hand, eyes dark with amusement and lust.

"mummy's folding clothes," he lies smoothly. "she'll be out in a minute, go tell daisy t'share."

"don't want to!" your daughter whines, and you can hear her stomping her little feet. "want mommy now!"

"ella." simon's voice drops into what you call his lieutenant voice — gentle but brooking no argument. "go play. we'll be out soon."

there's a moment of silence, then you hear her stomp away muttering about simon being unfair. the second she's gone, simon removes his hand from your mouth.

"such a good girl," he praises, but you're not sure if he means you or ella. "keeping quiet while i fuck you senseless. though i bet y’wanted to scream, didn't you?"

"simon, fuck, please," you gasp, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly fast. the combination of his cock and the thrill of almost getting caught has you on edge. "i'm gonna-"

"i know, luv. she's fuckin’ squeezin’ me." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles. "c'mon then. cum all over my cock before another one starts bangin’ on the door."

as if on cue, you hear your two-year-old calling from somewhere in the house. "mama?"

"bloody hell," simon curses, speeding up. "better hurry up, mrs. riley."

the use of your married name plus the perfect pressure on your clit sends you over. you bite his shoulder to muffle your cry as you cum all over his cock, whole body shaking with the force of it. he follows right after, groaning low in your ear as he fills you.

"mama!" your toddler's voice is getting closer.

"shit," simon pants, pulling out and quickly fixing his clothes. he helps you down, steadying you when your legs wobble. "y’good?"

"just peachy," you breathe, smoothing down his sweatshirt. you can feel his cum starting to leak and clench your thighs together.

"though i'm going to need to shower before i finish this laundry."

[purplepenguintime]

the petrova task force runs out of money and Stratt has to sell Grace to one direction

[rawme-price]

Thinking about dog shifter!reader who, when little, would lie in your mothers lap during slow evenings and simply enjoy the peace she brought you

Of course, that was back when you were a pup, small and soft and easy to love.

Nowadays, you're nothing anyone wants to cuddle. A giant anatolian shepherd, you can remember clearly the day your mom told you the weight was too much, and you'd simply have to curl by her feet. Age has changed you just as war has.

No one wants to hold you, too big and awkward to fit in anyone's lap.

That is, until you meet ghost, your new lieutenant. A giant of a man, even in your human form he easily outclasses you. Of course, ghost has worked with plenty of shifters before, killed plenty too, he knows exactly how to read your body language.

Meaning it almost takes you off guard after a bad mission when he drops a heavy hand on the back of your neck like he's scruffing a pup, grunting "with me, runt."

"Go on, shift." He orders you in the recroom he just locked that you're pretty sure he shouldn't have keys for. Maybe you see him a bit as a pack leader, so you shift without asking why.

Only for him to bodily haul you onto his lap, entire couch sagging with the weight of you both. He doesn't groan about how big you are, or how your claws dig into his jeans.

He only cards two hands into your fur and gently scratches until you let your mind really sink into it.

Because for ghost, you aren't too big. Your ugly parts, your neevous habits, all of you. He can handle it if you'd just let him.

[remartt]

I’m learning how to draw emotions, and punk Mike :)

[rawme-price]

Thinking about ghost who would literally eat anything and picky eater!reader...

Of course, ghost first realized how bad your eating habits are while out getting dinner with you. Yes, dinner, a small payback-maybe-date after he rescued you from your broken down car at 3am.

"Uhm...I'll just have the chicken tenders. From the kids menu, please." You refuse to make eye contact with the waiter or ghost, stomach twisting that none of the more adult options were anything you liked.

You braces for the comments from ghost, having heard plenty from his teammates. Gaz snorting about what he's dubbed "your one vegetable a month" whenever he sees the only sub you eat lettuce with. Soap, too, makes comments about how you should try home-cooked meals instead of your store bought meals. Even price has chuckled about "dessert for lunch again, love?" When literally all you could stomach that week was sweets.

When you doesn't comment, you stubbornly stay staring at your hands "I know it's embarrassing eating with me...sorry."

"Wot? Yer eating, aren't you?" Ghost raises his brow at you, shoveling another giant onion ring into his mouth. "Not my fuckin' issue. If you don't want it, give it to me."

And...really you should have expected this.

Ghost, the man who lived on literal scraps in his childhood, who ate everything he was given because he had no choice. Of course he wouldn't care what you eat, so long as you eat.

"Oh...uhm." You're not sure what to say. You're used to always feeling some level of embarrassment about your diet. "Thank...you."

One dinner turns to two, turns to shared lunches and weekend brunches. You gravitate towards ghost because he doesn't care about your eating habits. If you order something and find it tastes different than expected, ghost will happily devour your dish while you ask about crisps.

You realize you've never been able to eat freely with another person before. It's...really nice.

[rawme-price]

All you wanted was a fucking grilled cheese.

That's it! Is that too much to ask for? Something delicious in the dead of night to hopefully cure the absolutely dreadful sleep you've been having. You've always slept better on a full stomach, and a grilled cheese is easy to make.

Or, so you thought.

Turns out, cooking anything on less than three hours of sleep the past two days will result in flames so tall they touch the ceiling. Which led to the hottest fireman you've ever seen carrying you down a ladder after you realized the fire blocked your tiny entrance hallway.

"You alright, love?" The man sits you down gently. Somewhere between your panic and his attempt to soothe he introduced himself as kyle.

"...you're the most attractive man I've ever met." You say honestly, sleep deprivation having zapped your filter.

Embarrassment follows quickly after, face heating "uhm. I mean. Uh..."

Kyle only laughs good-naturedly, but all you can think about is the fact you're wearing the rattiest pajamas you own, your hair is probably a mess, and your breath most definitely stinks.

"Let's get you checked out by the paramedics, yeah?" Kyle stands up, and against the flashing lights his skin glows in a way that reminds you of the eternal beauty of a phoenix. Cold air bites your skin, makes your stomach twist in anxiety and fluster all at once. "Ghost! I got one for you! Get your ass over here!"

In your sleep deprived mind you don't even realize you're eyeing kyle up. That firemans uniform may not hug hid muscles but damn does he wear it well. face glistening with sweat when he takes his helmet off, grin making your heart stutter.

"The fock do you want, gaz?" A new voice asks, and you flinch three seconds later than a normal person would, mind not quite working when you turn to face–

Oh fuck.

"Is everyone here hot as hell??" You whisper, which is not-at-all a whisper by the way kyle snorts.

The new man is somehow taller than kyle, broad in every sense of the word. His shirt absolutely hugs a fat chest and round stomach, with beefy arms to compliment. You eye the tattoo sleeve hungrily, and only when the man moves to check you for injuries do you look at his face.

A black surgical mask with the bottom of a skull printed on it. Underneath the cap you spot the lightest blonde hair you've ever seen.

"Why do you always give me the eccentric ones?" Ghost, you assume, huffs. He's looking directly at you, gloved hands moving your face to inspect, but its kyle who answers.

"They remind me of you." Kyle leans against the door of the ambulance, arms crossed. God that's hot.

"That a compliment, gaz?" Your emt raises a brow. He doesn't even glance at you when he raises your shirt to check for bruises, only tilting his head at the full-body shudder from the latex on your stomach.

"You want it to be?" Kyle snarks, then turns his focus to you "do you want some caffeine, love? You look dead on your feet."

"Stop trying to drug my patients." A warm palm slides cold metal against your ribs, "breath in deep for me, there you go....good."

Oh.. wow. That makes your thighs clench, and by the look kyle shoots his friend he agrees.

"Oh, obedient too." Ghost quips, moves to the other side and this time you don't need prompting to breath in. He looks all to smug when he looks at kyle "reminds me of you."

You...you must be hallucinating.

No way two obscenely attractive men are flirting with eachother and somehow you're involved in it.

"Hearts pounding, runt." Ghost whispers, in a way that certainly isn't professional. He completely tosses professionalism out the window to kneed a thumb into your hip, speaking over his shoulder "this one could be fun, gaz. It clearly likes the idea. Been eyeing you up plenty."

"Ghost...we talked about this..." kyle groans, reaches across you to pry ghosts hand off and definitely doesn't cop a feel with the hand bracing on your thigh.

"We don't scout on the job, you have thirteen stitches to prove that, remember?"

"But this one would be fun..."

"..."

You pointedly stay deathly silent, afraid any move will have them drawing away.

"...fine." kyle relents, pecking ghost on the ear before handing you a scrap on paper he most definitely already had written.

"Go get some sleep, call us if you want. Sorry about the apartment." With that, ghost is dragging kyle off and even your sleep-deprived brain can figure out what those two will be doing.

You look down at the paper.

What...huh? Two hot guys...want...you??

Maybe a sacrificial grilled cheese was worth it.

[whoslinger]

Modern au them because I feel feelings

[dillthing]

i love this god forsakened man holy moly

he is so fucking pretty i cantbe NORmal