#lizziesluvs

[etherealizzie]

nsfw under the cut, i’m really yearning for a ldr relationship trope, it nags in my brain <3 afab reader this time

thinking of long distance loverboy!johnny mactavish who is just the right amount of clingy, the right amount of loving—even from across the world.

his good morning texts, the packages he sends, leaving the laptop on facetime when you ask for more time with him.

johnny always tries, his long distance dates are always creative whether that’s cooking for each other on facetime, spa nights while watching the same movie.

you were so lucky to have him.

johnny who buys you a remote control vibrator so he can watch you squirm from across the world. his eyes light up every time when you ask for help over the phone, your legs spread and your toy pressed up against your clit.

“ah, bonnie, so pretty.” johnny whispers, turning the toy on and watching you whine, circling the vibrator slowly. “cannae wait to get my hands on you, love, gonna worship every part of ye.”

and johnny means it, whispering praises through the phone while he relishes your pleas and moans for more, more, more.

asking him to pull his dick out so you can watch him cum? earns you a couple of seconds on the highest setting. not that you’re complaining, johnny loves to hear you babble about how you wish it was his cock doing all that.

greedy little thing.

but that’s okay, johnny’s going to give you all the loving he can give. just two more weeks.

[etherealizzie]

on god i will come back to this blog when ive graduated from university, this thesis is kicking my ass and id really prefer writing porn over this

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we're so back!!! (it's just me and @benjaboyisatwink talking about the angstiest swittoc au we can think of)

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recently the thought of ghoap has been plaguing me and yeah, i know they're fuckin doomed but like. i'm thinking greek tragedy doomed, like.. patroclus and achilles-- or even orpheus and eurydice??

tw: angst, hurt no comfort, major character death?? also not greek afterlife accurate, these two would totally be burning 2gether

ghoap except for simon is always going to be left wandering the rest of his life, waiting for a chance to be with johnny again. simon who never really deserved elysium but it would be a bit of a stretch to say that he deserved tartarus.

he was just a man on a mission. both in life and even in death.

that's how he ended up in the fields of asphodel. at least it seemed like it.

it was quiet.

the only thing audible was the soft wind, the breeze occupying the dead air.

and simon wanders. as he did when his heart was beating. he wanders for what feels like minutes but in reality, it's longer than that.

days? maybe weeks, months, and even, years.

simon doesn't stop wandering until he sees it. the familiar tuft of brown hair, the smell of burnt wood and charcoal. simon who stares and stares at the ghost of johnny.

the scotsman turns around, ever so slowly.

he smiles. and simon begins to run, like he would be able to reach johnny. like this was a second chance at a life they never had together.

but the gods weren't as forgiving. with every step, johnny just seemed.. farther. like simon would never reach him, like he would never feel the touch of his lover on his calloused fingers.

simon. a man of war, cursed to chase after something long gone-- even in death, he spends his eternity wondering if he will ever reach his johnny again.

[etherealizzie]

see i recently got a cage in my own apartment just cause hello, my apartment, i do whatever i want with it and i just saw @laceoddity and his post about dennis in his crate and?? idk this one’s a bit fluffy

i think of dennis whitaker when he finally moves out of his shared home w trinity and gets his own place just big enough for him and whoever the fuck he wants really.

dennis who settles into the apartment and genuinely thinks of what he wants his place to look like… only to buy himself a dog cage that fits his whole body in there.

dennis who at first felt the buyers guilt but.. then, felt like he just wanted to make his crate a home. dennis who wraps fairy lights around it and makes it a place he can potentially nap in.

dennis who buys so many blankets, pillows, comforters and a new money drain— plush toys. it’s something that makes him feel comfy and safe.

on hard days, on shifts where all dennis feels is loss, he finds himself stripping off his scrubs and finding the biggest hoodie he owns (definitely from robby) and crawling into the cage. he sniffles and sinks his teeth into whatever he can find— a blanket, a throw pillow, or his slobber stained avocado plushie.

the crate is his safe space.. and no one ever had to know.

[etherealizzie]

all i can think of rn is poly141 taking the funniest fucking engagement photos?

price or simon always ends up carrying the others, johnny absolutely coordinates the poses and kyle takes care of the outfits.

garrick would be fuckin damned if his future husbands showed up looking uncoordinated, they can be funny all they want but they gotta look good doing it!!

the four make a really cute album of all the fucked up pictures— the bloopers are a frequent reason why price is laughing on their couch cause he’s once again, browsing. his favorite picture is the one where they’re all trying to climb on top of simon to mimic the leaning tower of piza:

simon finds himself staring at the one where they all look candidly in love. the one framed right by the entry table. made his stomach turn a little in the sense that it really didn’t feel real but.. it was nice. to find a home in not one but three people.

johnny keeps one in his wallet, the picture where all of them aren’t looking at each other and are just.. laughing. happy, full of smiles. johnny feels so damn lucky to have them in his life.

kyle actually makes a fuck ton of projects with the pictures, he’s the one who gets creative with making the frames, the scrapbooks and.. well, he has creative control over what their wedding invitations look like.

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thinking of puppy play price who’s actually the puppy instead of the handler— sorry, hear me out but i think

he’s actually a damn good puppy, oversized lapdog who’s so obedient? price who practically cowers at the feeling of his task force’s hands on him.

with kyle’s hand stroking his cock, johnny’s sweet coos in his ear, calling him a good pup?

don’t even get price started on simon who’s greedily eating his puppycunt. their old captain practically melts, falls apart with his legs spread. the old man whimpers at the hands of his men, they know how to treat an old dog so well.

and when they take turns fucking him? when kyle gently rocks into his captain and praises him, when johnny rides price’s cock and tells him how much of a puppyslut he is, and when simon practically wrecks price’s ass? he wouldn’t have it any other way.

price who falls into his puppy headspace when his boys take care of him, price who is always the best pup and the floatiest around all of them.

[etherealizzie]

the freaks were at it again and i fear the b hive are just my muses

this is what inspired me to write this blurb btw -- tagging my goats @benjaboyisatwink @hatsbuckets @xenerical

and y'know, ghost should have known better. quite frankly, he should've brought a gun and potentially a grenade, considering where he was going.

in the dead of night in an abandoned hospital because his captain and sergeants were being goddamn freaks again. because his horndog sergeant wanted to fuck somewhere where he'd get his knickers soaked so fucking bad.

well, whatever johnny wanted, he'd get.

it didn't take long for simon to find where these goddamn freaks were fucking, not when the slapping of skin and the moans ricocheting throughout the abandoned medical ward. when he hesitantly opens a creaky and rusted door, he sees price fucking johnny's cunt and kyle deep in his captain.

and god, poltergeists and spirits be damned-- simon needed in. closing the door and watching johnny jolt under price, the scotsman looked at him with a greedy fucking look on his face.

small and greedy, that's all his sergeant is.

simon, ever the impatient man, shimmied his joggers down and getting on his knees in front of johnny. cock leaking and tip smacking on his sergeant's drooling lips.

"open up for me, won't you, johnny?"

and the warmth of johnny's throat, the moan that came out of ghost and the immediate grip on the sergeant's mohawk?

yeah, simon probably should've brought a gun just because the sight of his task force fucking each other senseless is all for him and no one else.