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Living the good life

Screenshot and reblog with who you got!

I got this idea from this post by @/shyeehaw

Who I got 👇

I mean... I think I'd change my best friend but I'm cool with this 😅

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Kotallo my beloved. The things I would do for him!

"I'm glad all this brought us together."

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more of stone x old!man!reader plsplspls

Stone walked over to your house a day after you gave him brownies, with the empty plate your brownies had previously been on and a fresh batch of laddus that he had made to return the favor of you bringing him brownies. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

You opened the door, pleasantly surprised to see him there. "Hey, Stone," you said, smiling up at him. "Please come in."

You stepped aside so he could come in and he did so, entering your cozy three-bedroom house you had. You eyed the container of laddus, never having seen laddus before.

"What type of sweet did you bring?" you asked, curious. "I assume they're sweets, they smell like sweets."

"They're laddus," Stone explained, respectfully taking off his shoes after handing you the empty plate and the container of laddus. He set his shoes to the side, out of the way. "It's made up of besan (gram flour), ghee, powdered sugar, ground nutmeg, ground cardamon, and saffron. I wanted to return the favor of you bringing me brownies."

You smiled and set both the plate and the container down. "Thank you, they smell delicious."

You saw him shift on his feet, clearly having not expected to be inside your house.

"Come, how about you join me in eating these laddus?"

You had asked simply to make him comfortable, but also to keep him around. You didn't want him to leave just yet.

Stone seemed apprehensive at first but he then drew closer, helping you open the container. "Allow me," he murmured before picking up a laddu and turning to you.

You expected him to just hand it to you, but instead he fed it to you, bringing his hand to your mouth.

Stone didn't know why he was feeding you, all he knew was that it felt nice. He took in the way your graying hair glistened in the sunlight that shone through the windows, the way your weathered eyes lit up at the taste of the laddu and closed in enjoyment.

"Taste good?" he asked when you ate it all, not noticing he had drawn himself even closer to you until you opened your eyes. He was so close that his breath hit your cheek, and the realization made him step back just a bit.

"Sorry, hadn't meant to be so close."

God, what was he doing? He had just met you, he couldn't let the calmness that surrounded you and the wisdom that exuded from you make him melt so easily. But he found himself yearning to be close to you, to allow you to take care of him.

"No need to apologize," you said, a gentle smile making its way onto your face. You then picked up a laddu and brought it to his lips, oblivious to the way his breath hitched.

He had never been fed food before, at least not that he remembered. He had a feeling his mother had taught him how to eat with his right hand, the way Indians traditionally do, before she had left when he was three, but he had no recollection of it. And God knew that his father would've rather poisoned his food than feed it to Stone.

Still, he opened his mouth and took a bite of the laddu, letting you feed him. He felt smaller, in a good way. Like he could let go when he was around you. That he was safe here.

Together, you two ate the laddus and when you were done, it was time for Stone to go. You thanked him for the laddus and made sure he took back his container. When he left your house, you felt like he had never looked so peaceful as he had when he left.

You liked seeing him relaxed and at peace. You'd do anything to keep him safe, you promised yourself.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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Stone x Henna!Artist plsplspls

You were just about to lock up the shop when the beeper you kept in your pocket beeped. You knew it was Stone, he was the entire reason you had the beeper in the first place, since the only way he communicated with you was via the beeper.

You were excited despite the late hour, mostly because he had been on deployment for six months and thus this meant he was alive. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the beeper and looked at the message.

It was a string of numbers that were unique to you two, his way of telling you he was on his way. You quickly sent back the string of numbers that you two had previously said was your way of saying you'd be available for his henna appointment.

This was the first time you were doing his henna after his deployment and you found it odd that one of the first things Stone did was get henna done, but Arya had told you that was considered normal for Stone. That getting henna done as soon as possible when he got home from a deployment was how Stone reminded himself that he was home, and not still on deployment.

You set up your workstation again, having had put your tools away because you had been in the process of locking the shop up. Just as you finished getting your workstation set up, the door to the shop opened and you heard Stone's heavy combat boots as he walked inside.

"In here," you called out to him, not that he didn't know where your workstation was. You watched him walk into your view as he walked to the back and you frowned when you noticed he was favoring his right side more than the left. "Are you injured?"

Stone nodded, grunting in response. "Got hit with a bullet wound on my last day in the field. It's fine though, been healing for about a week now." He walked over and sat in the chair, still in his cameo uniform.

While he had nothing else with him, which suggested he had first gone home before coming to the shop, you could smell the small traces of blood that clung to Stone's uniform. Which meant he hadn't showered.

You bit back the urge to tell him to come back tomorrow, because you doubted he'd take kindly to you fretting over him. So you just went on with the appointment, sitting in your rolling chair and doing his henna. Besides, perhaps you could manage to convince him to let you drive him home so you could ensure he was okay.

And that was exactly what you did after the henna was done and he paid for it.

"Stone, it's late," you said, trying to build up the courage to ask if you could drive him home. "Too late to be walking home, especially since you're injured. How about I drive you home?"

Stone was silent for a while and you thought he'd might tell you to fuck off. But then his words surprised you.

"Alright, if it's not too much of a bother."

It was just a simple comment, but you could tell that he wasn't used to asking for help. You could also tell that he thought asking for help made him a bother, a burden. And he couldn't be further from that.

You smiled up at him, putting your stuff away. "You could never be a bother. I enjoy spending time with you," you told him sincerely.

The effect your words had on him was cute, making him avert his eyes as his lips twitched as if he wanted to smile. And then, surprisingly, he did smile, a small smile but a smile nonetheless. He was attractive before, with his stoic expression, but now with that small smile, he looked like he was glowing with beauty.

You made a mental note to make him smile more, since it seemed like he was unused to smiling.

It took you a few minutes to lock up the shop, but Stone was patient as he waited. After the shop was all locked up and you two were outside, you took him to your car. It was a sedan, which meant Stone had to bend down a lot and twist his burly body in such a way in order to get in.

You got in the driver's seat when he was settled in the passenger's seat and you realized then just how much space Stone took up. Even with the center console between the two of you, his arm was still so close to yours. You cleared your throat to stop yourself from thinking about kneading his muscles and you turned the key into the ignition, driving once the car was fully on.

The ride home was mostly silent, with Stone just telling you where to go every so often. It didn't take too long to get to the subdivision Stone lived in, since it was a small town and the tattoo shop was practically in the middle of it. You drove all the way to his house, parking outside it and not going into the driveway.

Stone unbuckled and you were getting ready to tell him goodnight when he spoke up.

"Could... Could you do me a favor?" he asked, sounding a little sheepish. "I... I can't really unlock my door with the wraps on my hands and also I won't be able to take off my shirt. So do you mind coming inside and helping me? It's okay if not, I can just ask my neighbor."

"I can do it," you said, a bit too quickly. You gave him a soft smile when he looked over at you. "I don't mind, promise. I'd be honored to help you."

So you both got out of the sedan and made it to his front porch. He turned to you and told you where his house key was in his pant pocket, so you reached into his left pant pocket and took out the key.

It was intimate, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

You opened the front door and followed him inside the house, taking off your shoes as you did so.

It looked sort of like one of those model homes, furnished but impersonal. There were no pictures, no signs of warmth besides the Indian spices on the kitchen counter. It was all open space, no divider between the living room and the kitchen. You didn't understand how Stone lived here, considering the spartan nature of the house, but you supposed that was the way he was and that he didn't spend much time home due to deployments.

"Your home is nice," you said nonetheless, being polite. You could tell he knew you were just being polite, because he gave you a small huff of amusement.

"You can help me take off my shirt here, no need to go into my bedroom since I'm not getting another shirt," he murmured, turning to you.

You nodded and reached forward, your fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt. Your touch was so gentle as you slowly lifted the shirt, Stone's arms following suit to help you.

You had speculated that he had more old battle scars underneath his clothes, but it surprised you just how many there were. There was not an inch on his torso that wasn't scarred and it made your heart hurt to think of all of the times he had been injured over the years.

Your eyes couldn't help but take in every detail, all of the scars, all of the muscles and fat. He was a specimen of a man despite the scars, muscular but beefy. It made sense considering he certainly filled out his shirts, but there was just so much skin to explore.

"Does it still hurt?" you asked softly when your eyes caught his bandaged abdomen. Your hand faltered before your fingers gently touched the bandages.

Stone shook his head, looking down at you. God, he was so close.

"No, it doesn't hurt really. Feels like it's just a little annoyance now," he replied, his voice having also lowered.

It felt like a whisper against your cheek, you feeling his breath on you. It made you glance up at him. Your eyes went to his lips, tracing the lines, the way his lower lip was fuller than the top lip. You could imagine yourself kissing him, pulling that bottom lip with your teeth.

You cleared your throat, stepping away from him before you acted on your thoughts. "I should let you rest," you said, nodding to yourself at your suggestion.

Without waiting for his response, you walked to his front door. With your hand on the door knob, you glanced back.

"Goodnight, Stone."

And then you opened the door and stepped out into the slight breezy night air. The breeze was a pleasant surprise, cooling down from the heat you had encountered inside the house. You forced yourself to get in your car and to drive away from Stone's house.

Stone stood in his living room, shirtless and staring at where you had been. He could still feel your fingers on his bandaged abdomen, still feel the heat that had been emanating off your body.

He let out a small groan, trying to force the thought of you staying the night down to the deep crevices of his mind.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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Slowly falling obsessed with this oc, every grain of information and fiction is slowly filling a hole in my soul.

Literally obsessed over Stone X Mechanic!Reader, can you write more?

Of course I can! I love making you guys as obsessed with Stone as I am. I made Mechanic!Reader live in Stone's subdivision because I wanted them to meet outside of the auto shop and this felt like the most natural way to me.

Stone was jogging in his subdivision, having previously been running but he had slowed down to a jog. It was around four in the morning, Stone still on military time hence why he was out for a morning run at this ungodly hour.

But surprisingly, he wasn't the only one awake and outside. As he jogged, he saw you. It was the first time he saw your tall and burly figure outside of work, the first time he hadn't seen you with grease smeared on your cheeks. It was a bit of a shame, but at least you were sweaty. Stone could work with that.

"Hey, Stone," you said as you stopped next to him, your house down the sidewalk in the direction you had been coming home. You kept your legs in a sort of running motion, keeping your heart rate up. "Didn't know you'd be out here this morning."

Stone was too busy eyeing your sweat-laden muscles, his mouth watering as it always when he was around you. "You know my nickname?" he asked, his cold voice wavering with confusion when he realized you called him by his callsign.

You nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, it's in your customer file in the auto shop. I know it because I had to look at the file during the time your Jeep had broken down to see what the shop had worked on the time before," you explained to him.

"Oh." Stone's brown eyes went downwards, looking at your workout outfit and how your muscles and fat were accentuated from it. He thought you were so physically attractive and your personality was also attractive. "I didn't know any civilian woke up this early."

"Yeah, well I'm sure some people wake up this early when they have to drive to a job that's far away," you said, looking around at the houses that surrounded you two. "As for me, I got used to the habit for when I used to be in the Marines. I was a mechanic there too."

Stone seemed to brighten up at that, as much as a man who hid his emotions could do so. He had yet to meet a veteran in town. "I'm in Fleet Marine Force, a Corpsman."

You chuckled. "That makes sense. You have the build for it." You then shifted to turn in the direction Stone was facing. "Say, how about we both jog together? Unless you'd like to continue jogging alone, I'd understand that."

"No, we can jog together. Just... I might not talk a lot," Stone murmured in response, sounding almost sheepish.

"It's okay, Stone." You smiled and placed a hand on his sweaty arm, touching his scars with your calloused, larger hand. "Silence can be nice, with people that we enjoy spending time with."

Stone's mind raced at your words. Did you like spending time with him? Is that what you were saying?

He grunted in response, managing to maintain his cold and stoic demeanor.

You're cold and stoic, Stone. Can't let anyone in so easily. Not even a hot man.

You two started jogging, side by side. Stone barely seemed to be breathing heavy, though you figured he had to have a lot of stamina due to his job. But you on the other hand, you were starting to feel the jog wear down on you. Still, you managed to jog for four miles before having to head back. Stone decided he was stopping too, so he jogged you back to your house.

"Thanks for joining me," you said as you stopped at your house, panting. You walked onto the driveway, Stone staying on the sidewalk. "Maybe we can do this again?"

Stone's first instinct was to say no, to put distance between the two of you. He was already attached—enamored—with you. But he found himself wanting to cave into it, to fall in love with you. What good was life if he didn't allow himself to feel?

"Yeah, we can do this again," he said after a while. His heart swelled in his chest when you smiled at his response.

He watched you go into your house before he turned and jogged down the sidewalk. On the jog home, he kept thinking about you and he was hoping he was making the right decision by letting himself fall in love with you.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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Attention non-artists who commission artists: don’t fuckin do this???

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...... I got 53.....I'm not explaining myself...

y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

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Wake up it's time to get blocked and reported

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If you see me liking character x fem!reader stuff just know its bc there was bearly any M!reader content on said character.

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Things they don’t tell you about top surgery

- Talk to the surgeon about the size you want your new areolas/nipples (don’t be afraid to ask)

- Numbness. No one talks about this for guys who are about to have surgery. You’re going to be numb all in your chest area, especially where the incisions were. They cut nerves as they pass along your chest, and it can take up to a year to regenerate those nerves. Still, feels super foreign for the first two weeks

- Make your bed into a pillow chair, body pillow, two on each side, and two for your head. 

- Sleep alone. I tried to sleep with my girlfriend and it was miserable. You really do need the entire bed for yourself

- Go on Groupon, & get yourself a 10 foot lightning cable iPhone charger, BEST THING EVER, can reach from wherever you are

- Don’t take a week off from work, take two. You will regret the one week, and love the extra time

- When they say “don’t move too much, even after the first week”. LISTEN. I moved way too much and got so sore super quickly. 

- Drink lots of water & eat if your taking the pain medication, otherwise your stomach feels super funky.

- Get stool softeners, & don’t be afraid to take those babies. Don’t wait a week to poop. you’ll surely regret it. 

- The drains are scary & they may hurt while draining or rewrapping your dressings, but once they come out, the second they do, its no more pain, its crazy. 

i hope this helps someone, because i wish i knew all of this when i was having mine a month ago. Looking back its like everyone forgets all the real negatives, its a great experience, & i healed very well & quick compared to most, but the first few days are crazy. They hurt, suck but it gets better. 

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reblog if you're a lil ugly and you fall in love with anyone who's kinda nice to you

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*A rant about Tumblr and pornbots*

Mannn.... I'm getting tired of all these damn pornbots following me. What the hell! I don't think I've ever seen this many on tumbler before.

And when I'm going to go read under a tag especially alot under a certain character(s) × male reader tag and it's just filled with the freaking pornbot posts tagged with basically as many Fandoms at once. Man the amount in male reader tags is already low, it doesn't need filled with fake accounts and posts like this. Like sexbot I don't think a masc person reading in the "aaron hotchner x male reader" or "obey me x male reader" ect.. tags are interested in clicking on the picture of a half naked woman.

Now if there were male sexbots 👀 different story.....

Tumblr get your sh*t together. All my favorite writers are getting shit because of "community labels" What about the damn sexbots flooding your app in the past month.

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Men, worship, happiness... I'm okay with this.

Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...

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!!Request open!!

I have the urge to write but no ideas will come to me. So please send some ideas or prompts. My default is to write for male readers, but do write for gender neutral & trans masc readers as well since I'm trans.

Some characters may be OOC, since I'm either new to writing for the fandom or haven't seen the show or game in a bit.

Please read bottom before requesting!

*if a character/topic is not on the list you can always ask, but no definite possible I'll be able to write it*

Who I'll write for:

Obey Me! Characters-

Romantic

Demon brothers minus Asmo & Side Characters minus Solomon

Platonic

All characters

Residents Evil Village -

Romantic & Platonic

Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg. *Werewolf Chris Redfield

Shameless U.S-

Romantic & Platonic

Gallagher kids minus Debbie, Mickey Milkovich

Criminal Minds-

Romantic

Arron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentice, Penelope Garcia

Platonic

All bau members

Marvel

Romantic

Steve Rogers, BUCKY Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda & Pietro Maximoff, Loki Laufeyson, Peter Parker, Scott Lang

Platonic

All Avengers

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Supernatural-

Romantic

Dean, Castiel

Platonic

Most characters

House MD

Romantic & Platonic

Greg house, James Wilson

*Will Not Write*

Triggering content such as-

Suicide, pregnancy, rape/assault, abuse, cheating,

*Will adjust if needed*

Will Write:

Platonic or Romantic, Smut, fluff, angst with comfort, a.b.o, au's, CNC, somo, public sex, daddy & mommy kinks, afab bodies with little description, amab bodies,

*Will adjust as needed*

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Whooo! It's my birthday today, 19 years of living doesn't seem right. I'm very proud of myself this year and while I have posted anything yet I have been writing a few things, mostly some tiny drabbles.

Also found out I share a birthday with one of my favorite writers on here!