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[cats-hockey-club]

Brad's favorite things box!

He went on a bass pro shopping spree LOL. That shopping cart must have been crazy looking.

Here's the socks he picked out by the way 🤣

[yappacadaver]

OFFICIAL TRAILER DROP - RELEASE DATE SET FOR FEB. 13 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[harborfreight]

Beige world

[halfagone]

To my 35 unread DMs and the people who sent them--you are not forgotten. Just. Stuck somewhere in the list of priorities. Self-care is also in there somewhere, I promise.

this also counts for asks!

[dandorishipping]

How often do you have romantic dreams about your F/Os?

multiple times a week

once a week

every few weeks

very rarely

almost never

i've never had one

Voting ended onJul 22, 2023

Very curious about everyone else in the community when it comes to how often you dream about your F/Os- feel free to add extra stuff in the tags too like if the dreams you have are lucid dreams you caused to happen yourself or it just randomly happens on it's own! (By romantic dreams I mean dreams explicitly where you are with your f/o romantically, like kissing them or something, not ones where they just appear in it briefly or are only mentioned.)

PROSHIPPERS DNI.

[erin-ruunaser-suggestions]

i have a feeling everyone else is being gay and here i am with kendals comatose body life is so unfair

[lavendersuh]

storm in the night

johnny x reader | suggestive | 700 words | royal!au

warnings: none

hello darlings. i uhhhh haven’t posted in a hot minute. you can thank depression and school and me reading books like it’s nobody’s business lol hope y’all are doing well !!

this au is based off of one of @/chamberofsecretbooks tiktoks bc they are spicy and so fun to watch and one of them finally got me out of my bout of writers block !! really wishing i had a hot enemy rn 😩

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Thunder crackled in the night sky outside your window and you curled into yourself on the chair in front of the desk. It was getting a bit chilly, but the summer humidity still refused to subside.

You had been pouring over your books of magic for the past hour, avoiding sleep, as you weren’t sure what would be haunting your nightmares tonight.

Last night had been too close for comfort. In your dreams, you felt the presence of someone behind you, seeing his shadow, knowing he towered over you. His breath just a wisp away from your ear as his warm hands ghosted across your shoulders.

You had woken up in a sweat, your breath stolen from you.

You’re startled by the sound of your door being wrought open, just as a flicker of lightning flashed and you jumped.

You looked over, finding the very man who haunts your dreams to be standing in the doorway to your bedchamber.

Tall, broad, complete with a sword at his hip, stood the newly pledged captain of the army. Johnny.

You quickly shut the book you were reading, knowing he had already seen it. He had been continually pestering you about how dangerous it was to learn magic. You never listened.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you stood up to face him.

It was only when you were standing in front of his opposing figure that you realized you were in your night gown. It barely covered to your thighs, used only on the hottest of summer nights.

It was unfortunate that such a summer night would cause such storms to fury outside.

“The king sent me. I’m under orders to protect the asset.” his voice sounded deep and gravelly, like he had been on watch shift for hours without speaking to anyone. “They fear someone could have influenced the storm.”

This was not an unusual occurrence, so you inquired instead about the part that interested you more.

“The asset?” you replied in question, though you were clever enough to assume your father meant you.

For it was your ability to marry a rich prince that was seen as your only value. You recoiled internally at the thought, but refused to show your weakness in front of Johnny.

You scoffed at the man before he could even answer.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny said with a sneer, “What would you prefer, spoiled princess?”

His hand rested on his sword as he went to turn away, and in your annoyance you spoke up.

“Aren’t you supposed to pledge your loyalty to me?” Your bold eyes shone with defiance.

Johnny’s eyes gazed back at you as he turns back around. He took a few steps closer, until he was on a few inches away. His presence was intoxicating, as you stared at him in his more casual garb: a loose white shirt and high breeches.

He spoke so softly, you almost didn’t hear it, “And how do you suppose I should do that?”

His eyes go incredibly dark as you whisper back, “Kneel.”

He seemed to pause for a moment, a deep swallow the only indicator that you seem to have rattled him.

Slowly, after he took a deep breath, Johnny sank to his knees, his eyes in line with your stomach, mere inches away. You could feel his exhales.

You were hyper aware of the thin piece of fabric separating his lips from your most delicate regions, and your entire body shook with anticipation of what could happen. Johnny slowly brought his gaze up to your own, taking in every part of you as he went.

Finally, when his eyes were locked with yours, his hand reached up, tracing your collarbone across to your shoulder. His touch was light, barely there, but it burned you from the inside out.

His eyes then strayed to your nightgown sleeve, which had fallen aloof on your shoulder during this exchange.

His calloused fingers drifted to the hem, “The next time I kneel for you, this won’t be in the way.”

Your heart beat at a rapid pace as he slowly stood up, adjusted your nightgown, and turned to walk out of the room.

Thunder crackled outside of the window. But the roar of your heart was enough to rival even that of a magical storm. ~