#so im asking about the beard here whilst i work on those things

[vivanightcity]

hmmm

beard or no beard?

Beard is more Ivan. No beard is more lil guy and cutesy for the doll.

(Also ignore the hair, i don't cut it to size until i'm sure what i want to do with it, and im not yet)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ok listen because i'm always feral after consuming new chris content but this press junket messed me the fuck up:

i know this blog appreciates hands so can we talk about the placement. like, chris for sure knew what he was doing here, gripping his own thigh like we aren't watching his every move and drooling over them, and don't ask me what he was doing in the second pic 🤭. and the last pic is included solely because i love the way his hands look and i want them on. me. more than usual actually.

I'm having some evanstan thoughts about this, now. come on, wouldn't poor seb lose his goddamn mind having to watch chris looking as yummy as he does in all these interviews, laughing and chatting innocently with ana and the interviewer whilst feeling himself up on camera?? seb wants him so bad but he has to wait a few more days for chris to come back. you know he's prepared himself, worked a few fingers inside him in the hours before chris was due, thinking about those hands touching him all over.

chris comes back to the pretty sight of seb riding his own fingers on their couch and you know he can't resist getting that sweet little ass on his face for a bit, giving him a little beard burn as 'punishment' for him not being patient enough to wait for chris to make him feel good.

seb would get so fucking flustered being asked 'what's got you all worked up, huh?' by chris, he'd blush down to his toes and squirm all over the place before mumbling 'your hands'. chris would ask him to explain and he'd get it, giving seb exactly what he's wanted since he first saw chris in that interview.

seb definitely comes more than once and is exhausted by the end of the night, curling up into chris and giggling about how pent up he was. chris' hands in his hair are the last thing he feels before drifting off to sleep.

im dying to see what you add to this because your brain is amazing and i hope school is not too stressful for you right now bby😘 sending love (and thots) your way xxx

I hear you, I hear you, I hear you 😫 All this new content has me like -

And we sure fucking CAN talk about that HAND PLACEMENT-

(Speaking of which, I think you will greatly appreciate this placement post I made a while ago 👀)

He knew what he was doing, that bastard. He knew. Sure, whenever he touches himself (😏) we go feral, but he has to be aware of how that looks. Whatever the reason for including the picture, I 👏🏻 am 👏🏻 here 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 it 👏🏻

You are entirely correct. Seb would lose his mind--have a nose bleed, pull out some hair, lick his own lips raw, etc. He would. Come on, he's feeling himself up on camera. 😫 How could anyone not lose it?!

And yes, yes, yes, Seb would spend the next few days waiting for Chris to come home and fucking touch him.

Those days would be full of imagining his own hands were Chris' hands instead. Hands that he fucking loves, not just because they're thicker and a little longer than his own, stretching him out just right, but... he doesn't love them independent to those factors. 😏 Anyway, Sebastian almost wants to wait for Chris to get home so Chris' fingers, his fucking hands, will feel that much bigger inside him, and he'll be that much more on edge, but he just can't. He has to take the edge off.

Meaning, e x a c t l y -

When Chris finally does come home, he's welcomed by the sight of Sebastian keeping their couch warm with his thighs spread, legs curled under himself, bouncing on his fingers as much as he possibly can. Seb has been there for hours and he couldn't be more ready for Chris, his is cock heavy and throbbing, his is hole wet and open, all relaxed after treating himself so much, so often, and his whole fucking body is burning with a fever--his chest and neck and face are all pink and glistening with sweat. So, of course, when he looks so fucking edible, Chris has to eat him out. There's no way to resist--no way to hold back.

Chris uses his whole mouth, he fucking goes for it, with his tongue especially, and it's good. It's so good Sebastian is losing his mind, sitting on the edge and about ready to lose it all over Chris' mouth and neck and chest, but...

It's not what Seb has been craving for so long. It is insanely good, don't get him wrong--the beard burn and wetness of Chris' tongue and lips (and the every so often nip of teeth) leave his toes curling and his chest heaving with sound after sound, but Sebastian can't tear his mind away from what he's been needing so badly.

Chris' mouth is heaven. It really, really is. Still, it's Chris' hands gripping his ass, spreading him open for devouring, that leaves Seb dizzy.

Those hands.

So, when Chris asks him what has him so worked up, yet unable to fall off the edge, with a little pinch to the ass as the same time--

Sebastian crumbles.

With an especially obscene moan, he falls forward on the couch toward the other armrest, no longer sitting on top of Chris, more laying across his (still fully clothed) body. And Chris gets it. Right away. He knows what he wants.

But, he still wants to tease, "ohh, that it, huh, baby?" His voice is breathless with amusement, hot and humid against Sebastian's most intimate skin.

Sebastian whimpers and weakly squeezes Chris' hips over his jeans. He's useless, about as structurally sound as wet paper. The pleasure Chris is giving him, Chris' touch, Chris' voice, Chris' beard against him, and--

"You miss my hands on your ass, baby?" Chris just says it. It's devastating.

Seb shakes his head frantically. He did. He did, but--

"No," Chris drawls, ever a tease, with his face still all up in Seb's ass, pressed in close enough to give him more of that delicious beard burn and pause for long enough to fuck his tongue into his gaping, trembling rim, "no, I think you didn't miss my hands on your ass, I think you missed..." Chris trails off in favor of sliiiiiding his fingertips closer to his wet, clenching hole. Tracing circles around him. Not pushing in.

It's torture.

"Oh, God," Seb chokes.

"Yeahh, that's it, isn't it?" Chris smirks against him. The bastard.

"Yes, God, yes-! Please!" Seb begs, no longer in control of anything that comes out of his mouth.

"You missed my hands in your pretty little hole, didn't you?" Chris purrs.

"Fuh-fingers," Sebastian whines. Protesting because otherwise, he'll explode with embarrassment. He's not that much of a slut.

Oh, but he is.

He is.

And he can't help it 😫

"Mmm, I guess," Chris presses his first finger into his hole, and it feels... unspeakably good. Sebs eyes roll back into his head. "But you probably want my whole hand now, don't you? Poor thing, you've been pent up, I've been doin' press, leavin' you lonely, you gotta want it extra bad..."

Sebastian doesn't manage any words this time, just a collection of high, incoherent, embarrassed sounds. His words and his finger--fingers. God. Fingers. Two. Yes, please. Chris has him pinned. He hadn't been thinking about that but, but-

Jesus.

Now that is he, his whole body shudders. He can feel the hunger deep inside him for more. He wants it. He wants three of Chris' fingers, like he usually gets, but then he wants four. Five. He wants all five. He wants his knuckles too, wide, just enough to stretch him until it burns as he slides in. In. His whole fist inside Sebastian.

Oh, God, he wants it so bad.

He wants to feel it.

All of it.

The overwhelming fullness of a fist inside him. God, if he could take it right now, Seb would beg and plead and gasp for it until Chris punched it up in him.

He needs it so bad.

Chris just chuckles at his desperation, teasing Sebastian's twitching, hungry rim with his pinkie. Three fingers deep... with two more to go, but Seb isn't gonna make it that far before he orgasms. He's gonna now. Already. He can't help it! 🥴😫

Oof, I couldn't help myself. I wasn't supposed to write that much, but, uh, Chris' hands always leave me feeling some type of way. (And that way is apparently wanting to destroy Seb's poor hole, lmao). So... I hope you enjoyed! Hopefully, you're into fisting lmao 👀

[morizoras-cave]

Robbed (Request)

Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Tom Holland x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: hi! I'm absolutely IN LOVE with your work and was wondering if you could write a Tom Holland x teen!costar!reader and Jake Gyllenhaal x teen!costar!reader. Whilst hanging out together, the reader chooses to go out alone at night to buy food and ends up getting mugged. She doesn't come back for a while, so Tom and Jake leave the hotel to find her crying on the side walk. They take care of her and are super protective and there's just a lot of fluff. Tysm!

Warnings: robbing, violence, threatening, language

(A/N): hey so reader doesnt buy food but rather pads for their friend :) 

“Come on, Harley! Whaddya doing?” 

Yes, not even two minutes into the mobster movie you were watching, had Jake decided to put on his Italian accent and yell hopelessly at the character. Thirty minutes later and he was, unsurprisingly, still doing it. You and Tom exchanged glances and laughed at him, because although it was mildly annoying, it was also viciously funny. 

“Wait, no! They can’t kill Harley?” Tom complained, looking up from his phone to realise Harley was, in fact, dying. 

“I know. I’m so bummed out,” You sighed and stuck your hand in your bag of sour gummies. 

You, Jake and Tom, being the leads for a new movie, had been working together for several months. Over the course of filming, you’d gotten into the habit of hanging out every Friday (which was originally a way to stop you from going out and being irresponsible).

It was one of those hangouts you now found yourself in. Just relaxing after a hard day of work with your pals. 

“Man, this movie sucks, dude,” Jake said, this time uncloaking his voice of the Italian mobster accent. You and Tom both nodded. You were about to suggest playing some board games, when your alarm, that traumatising and reality crushing tune that woke you up every morning, blared throughout the room. 

Your brows furrowed and you picked it up. The message that was displayed on the screen, was put so eloquently: ‘you need to go buy pads for lily. im like 100% sure you fucking forgot, you idiot’

“Nya, shit,” you mumbled and quickly turned off the alarm. 

“What’s up?” Jake asked, shuffling in his chair. You sighed and started gathering your things and your jacket. 

“I’ve gotta go buy stuff for my friend,” you said vaguely. You never thought of periods as embarrassing, but you knew Lily, your best friend, was a very private person, and she probably wouldn’t appreciate you telling two of the biggest Hollywood stars on the planet, that she was at home bleeding to her death. 

“Buy stuff?” 

You rolled your eyes, “It’s female-friend stuff. It’ll take me, like, 20 minutes to buy it and bring it to her. Don’t worry about it.” 

Jake and Tom exchanged glances, chewing on the idea. “Alright, but be back quick, because I think we should play Monopoly instead of watching the only good character in this movie die.”

“Done deal!” you said and with that you were out the door. 

At first, everything went just as you expected it to. You went to the store that was 5 minutes away and bought some pads (and some chocolate because you’re a nice person) for Lily. You exited the store, and decided to walk behind the store to get Lily’s house faster. 

“Don’t fucking move, dipshit.” 

Admittedly, a pathetic opening line of a robbery. That didn’t make the knife you felt being pressed into your side any less scary. Looking to your right, a man, your attacker, was standing. 

He was pale and skinny and had a long beard. His eyes were crazy, wide open and twitching. He was smiling, too. He pressed the knife a little harder, causing a whimper to escape your lips. 

“I just want your money. That’s all I want,” he was trying very hard to look into your eyes, but you couldn’t stand his. You chewed your lip, wondering what to say. 

“I- I don’t have any-”

Given the situation you found yourself in, maybe you shouldn’t have been so shocked at this, but the slap and the sound and the rippling pain that all came at once, sent a gasp and tears spilling over your eyes. 

“Wrong, bitch! Give me your fucking money!” he pressed the knife harder, you swore it was drawing blood. You tried shying away from it, but he had a firm grip on your shoulder. 

“Okay,” you whispered, shaking hands reaching into your pockets to pull out your wallet. “Okay, okay, here.. Here..”

You pulled out any and all cash you had, probably all summing up to be about 35 dollars. 

“Good, kid,” he patted your head like he was your uncle, like you were old friends, and then removed the knife from your side. You heard him running away, but you couldn’t be bothered to look where. Your legs wobbled and you collapsed right there on the side walk, doubling over and starting to cry.

Meanwhile in the Gyllenhaal household, Jake and Tom were growing pretty impatient. 20 minutes had passed. They’d set up the Monopoly game and even picked the characters. Now, they just sat and waited.

21, 22, 23, 24, 25 minutes passed, and they just waited. 

“This isn’t like them,” Tom finally spoke up. He’d been resting his head on the wooden table and blowing air on his shoe-character, trying to make it fall over. 

“I know! I’m trying to text them, but they’re not answering. Should I call?” 

They looked at each other. Then the time. 30 minutes had passed. “Yeah, call them.”

Unsurprisingly, you didn’t answer (seeing as you were crying on the sidewalk with a small cut in your side and a slapped face). 

“Something’s wrong,” Jake decided. Tom nodded too. 

That was how they decided to go out and look for you, going to the nearest grocery store in their coats and sunglasses and scarves. You were nowhere to be seen inside the store (although, Tom did confuse you for an old lady for a moment). They went outside. 

An unnerved feeling churned in their stomachs. Tom led them to the path near the road, but the crunch of their steps on the asphalt was halted. Jake heard a sniffle. It was so faint, he wasn’t sure he was right, so he grabbed Tom’s shoulder harshly and halted him. 

Sure enough. Sniffles and sobs. And so the boys jogged behind the building, and heart beating nervously, they saw you there on the side walk, crying and shaking alone. 

“Y/n!” 

You snapped your head up. Your face was puffy and eyes shiny. You wiped them furiously, but only making yourself cry even more.

“What happened, holy shit, are you okay?” 

And you fell into Tom’s arms, whilst Jake rubbed your back comfortingly. You retold the shaky story of how this man had mugged you, and how he’d had the knife in your side, and hit you. And how scared you were.

When you first said you’d been mugged, Tom’s eyes widened in shock. He leaned back to look at you. His arms tightened and his jaw clenched. You felt Jake stop rubbing your back for a moment. You turned your head and saw him pulling out his phone. 

“It’s okay now, N/n. It’s okay. You’re safe now, we got you. He can’t hurt you, alright?” Tom whispered lovingly. Jake had left your side to call the police. You had calmed down then, terror still roaming you skull hauntingly, but you were no longer crying, and your heartbeat was steadying. 

“I was just so scared. He could’ve done anything..” You whispered and shook your head. Trying to shake the feeling. 

“I know, I know. It’s okay to feel scared. But I’ll protect you now, Jake too. He won’t hurt you. He can’t.”

You nodded. 

The police arrived shortly after and you told them exactly what had happened. Jake, being the oldest and most responsible of the two, helped you with each question and each part of the process. 

Turns out, the police knew the guy. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that to teenagers. He was caught pretty quickly. 

Still, even though the fucker was in jail, you couldn’t help but feel scared. Tom and Jake never let you go to the store alone anymore. Not even in the daytime. But you liked that. You were pretty sure if they weren’t constantly going with you, you wouldn’t have gone at all. 

You had nightmares every once in a while. But Jake always came to your hotel room to comfort you. And when you felt like you were being overdramatic, he’d always convince you, you weren’t. 

You got over it (mostly) eventually, but you knew you wouldn’t have been able to without Tom and Jake. It felt good to know that they were willing to do so much for you without getting nothing in return. It felt good to have friends. And you’d return the favour any day for them. 

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[saint-patrice]

Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD

oh my godddd you are my favourite person anon - ask and ye shall receive 😎 i should maybe warn that while this doesn’t have actual nsfw content you probably wouldn’t want to read this to your kids as a bedtime story. anyway, here we go: 

this was very close to making the original list. i like the soft lighting and the kind of floofy hair, yet he still looks like he could absolutely fuck me up (both like in a fight and various other ways). this photo gets me thinking some thoughts ™ if i am being honest

a literal saint and god amongst men right here. his brown eyes are so soft and his little smile puts me at ease. this is a man who would treat me right (fact). this photo is also from quite deep into the playoffs so the beard is going a little wild, and whilst i’m glad it isn’t like this all of the time, i very much appreciate it when it’s around.

O CAP’N MY CAP’N (sorry zee). nah for real this exudes some real sexy alternate energy. if i were on the opposing team and i saw this formidable man just skating around looking like that i think i’d just go back down the tunnel and hide in the locker room. this man will fucking kneecap you for the sake of a goal if that’s what it takes. and then i remember that it’s patrice and he’s the nicest man alive and he would literally never, but that’s still the energy this image has. and i ain’t saying i don’t like it.

okay this is just cute. they look like 2 dads who aren’t entirely sure how to take a selfie but are willing to try. the outfits lend this a slightly chaotic energy - i can’t commend zee’s colour combo if i’m honest, and when juxtaposed with the plaid shirt it kind of hurts my head. but it adds to the dad energy so i still love it. also this is from chara’s ig and the caption is super sweet.

DADS WITH THEIR KIDS ALWAYS GETS ME. i don’t even want kids, nor do i particularly like them, but seeing a man with his child is the cutest thing in the world and this, predictably, is no exception. patrice’s son 100% has his eyes which is really cute. speaking of patrice’s eyes, he may be smiling here but if you look into his eyes all you will see is fear - that child does not appear too bothered about remaining upright on the ice, and i suspect thay bergy is concerned about this. it would be criminal for me to not comment on the jeans. bergy has some exceptional thighs as these jeans do an excellent job of highlighting that.

this is Hot, and i’m not accepting criticism on that opinion. the crisp white shirt w no jacket or tie, and the top buttons undone???? i need a lie down. the hands are also making a nice appearance which i can always appreciate. basically what i’m saying is that i’m jealous of that snake this is an excellent photo and i owe the bruins instagram person a drink for posting it.

do you remember when i said bergy had marvellous thighs? well take a fucking sip babes - they’re like tree trunks carved out of carrara marble. if i have to die i want it to be because they crushed my skull. this is also one of the clearest photos i’ve seen of his tattoo, so it has that going for it too ( sidenote if anyone has an image with literally a pixel of his tattoo pls send it my way, i’m getting desperate at this point). i also think men in jewellery is a good look so i’m digging his beaded bracelets and silver chain. fantastic picture all round.

yeah okay there’s no escaping that the main reason this one made the list is 🍑. it’s exquisite. those pants also do a great job on the thighs too. the hair, socked feet (no i dont have a fetish i just think ppl in their socks with no shoes is kind of funny), and hands get an honourable mention

is this the only picture that has ever mattered? i’d believe it. patrice just lovingly gazing down at his son giving his hockey husband a handshake? you just can’t beat it. i have also been emotionally ruined by that tiny #37 jersey oh my

in the interest of being polite, i will describe this look as rugged. he has probably objectively looked better but i just like this photo and awful lot.

i don’t think i can give any commentary on this without saying something genuinely not suitable for public eyes. the 2 things i will say are: the only thing keeping me going completely feral horny looking at this is those pants,, if they were black or navy i’d be dead; and patrice i am begging you to do up a few more buttons on your shirt or remove it completely or i’m not going to live much longer.

oh man i just love this??? i can’t even explain why. the lack of much beard and the expression in his eyes just makes him look massively soft - i would give him a kiss on the nose and a cuddle in this photo

(gif via @gaudreau) i am slightly loathe to admit this bc it sounds weird but cuts and bruises can sometimes be a real look so this checks that box for me. his smile when he talks truly is one of the finer things in life too. also the lil shrug. i love you mr pikachu

a** fantastic **angle. this is just prime beautiful bergy.  excellent level of beard imo, the lighting shows off his v nice bone structure, and the nose is looking fab as always. weird observation of the day is that his neck looks nice in this

i mean obviously this had to go in - lord knows it’s fucking iconic. i have so many questions about how this situation came to be (aside from the fact that alcohol was involved. did brad initiate it? or patrice? why are they spinning? what the fuck? how the fuck? why was i not invited?) but anyway, this photo increased my thirst for a shirtless bergy photo at least two-hundredfold. at this point it’s a need not a want. i don’t think i can continue to comment on this without straying into nsfw territory so we’ll leave it at that. oh the things i would do

classic humble patrice making an appearance here, reminding us that he is not only the most handsome bastard to ever walk planet earth, but he’s a great guy too. just can’t hate him. and boy is he handsome in this gif. excellent stubble (im really invested in his facial hair if you hadn’t noticed), and the smile that could melt even my cold heart on display here. also bonus points for the previously mentioned thing about cuts/bruises. (sorry). i love this one 

in contrast to some of the prior ones, this picture is so cute that i can make nothing but pg comments about it. this is exactly the same face we all make when someone points a camera at us and says “cheese!” and i love that. the man looks good in white. good, wholesome content right here.

(gif via @weekendatbergysblog) okay the baby is cute but the fucking headband is what gets me in this. i’m able to make no further comment because this short circuits my brain.

(gif via @davidpastrnut)when i first saw this gif i had to go find the source video because i didn’t believe he actually said that but i’m here to tell you: he did. i love these hockey husbands so much. also i saw this tagged as “# hot waiter” one time and i still haven’t got over how accurate that is. someone more talented than me, i’m begging you for that fucking au 

(gif via @gaudreau) can patrice please stop looking up ??? it’s unfair that someone can look so good just looking in a direction what the fucK. he’s so stunning.

i love this one. brad pulling his hoodie down like that looks like he’s... soliciting and honestly who could blame him. bergy looks very cute, if a bit edgy in the all black. the hand is a treat in this one hooooooooooooooooo yes

this one show’s off patrice’s dark features very well. it’s amazing how he has such dark hair, dark eyes, big dark eyebrows, and dark facial hair, yet it doesn’t overcrowd or shadow his face ( except occasionally in awful lighting) ??? does anyone actually know how that works?? he’s looking very pensive here, and that hoodie looks oh-so-cosy. absolutely would cuddle.

**how cute is this y’all. **in case you thought you were just missing something, no, patrice is not sitting on a chair. he’s just maintaining that deep squat like a champ. maybe that’s the secret to his sublime thighs... the navy/deep red is an excellent look on him, and we get a rare glimpse of bergy with his wedding ring, which i find to be oddly cute. bonus points for him being beside a very cute kid too :)

(gif via @jakedebrask) this, i, ummmmm. i- uhh. just. um. yeah. so like. uhhhh... swiftly moving on

(gif via @davidpastrnut) this motherfucker and his handsome fucking face even looks good in that god-awful wooly patriots hat. honestly it looks like he’s about to go out and have a snowball fight (presumably with brad). decidedly rather domestic and i love it

(gif via @davidpastrnut) intense media patrice is intense. this is such a classic bergy face though, i love it. every time some media person asks him some big long question he puts on this exact very-invested-and-slightly-concerned face, its iconic. looking cosy in a hoodie once again. stop it. 

nice polo, dude

(gif via @davidpastrnut) that tshirt looks like its fighting for its life to contain those biceps. a dark, brooding patrice that has some sort of slow burn au stirring deep in my mind. from other angles in this interview the tattoo is fairly visible also.

this has such a strong energy it almost knocked me off my feet. again, i can see this being some sort of business or maybe criminal masterminds au. but fuck me, does that man looking something beautiful in a suit. the one hand in the pocket is quite frankly BDE too. i’m glad i’m not into dadkes or esle i think this whole picture would be too much for me.

he is literally the kind of man you’d want to bring home to your parents. i’m glad he seems to have cashed in on the navy/deep red combo because it really does suit him. he looks so fucking dapper here i may be very much in love

another excellent on-ice shot of him, albeit his slightly concerned expression. the beard is looking fucking crisp here hello sir. not much else to say on this, just a handsome, handsome boy.

(gif via @jeffsamardzija) another one that gives me Thoughts. he’s literally so beautiful. hair is cut a little shorter than usual on the sides and on anyone else it would scream fuckboy but i’m kind of digging it on bergy, at least on this one occasion. if i say anything else we’ll go down the rabbit hole

oof this is_ intense. _bergy aside, this is just an incredible shot tbh. rare that we get to see mr perfect not completely level-headed and playing it cool so it feels like a treat when we do. lowkey hot ngl

last but very certainly not least, mr patrice bergeron, four-time bergeron award winner, holding the award itself. this photo honestly just makes my heart swell a little with pride - it’s what he deserves!!!! just absolutely dapper in a beautiful suit as always, and a smile that could topple a nation to round it all off.

thank you so much for this anon!!! it was rather self-indulgent but i hope you like it :) also i will absolutely do another one with marchy, although my nails have been dry for about 2 hours now so i’ll probably do it tomorrow or friday, but it’s on its way :)