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SOMEONE PLEASE write me some fanfiction for this man.

Kota ML🩷

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I’ve just now realized how long my hear me out list is and I think some of them could get me put in an institution. Oops-

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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I’m at that point in my braces journey where I have to start rubber bands and I feel like I’m going crazy. I just need one of my fictional husbands to cuddle with me rn. Wahhh.

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Wishing a

Merry Christmas

to everyone who celebrates it!

I hope you all have a great holiday.

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Imagine…

Lucifer (Obey Me) hears that humans have pride parades. He’s the avatar of Pride thats like his whole thing. If he wasn’t invited he would just go himself, he should be the guest oh honor. The disrespect!

Of course he wants to go but he didn’t want to go alone, so he calls up Diavolo to go with him. And of course Barbatos has to come with diavolo so the three of them dress up and go together.

When he gets there he doesn’t immediately get that it’s a ✨Pride✨ parade and not a parade for prideful people. Diavolo knows all about humans pride parade and he dresses in the most extravagant outfit you have EVER seen. He may even get Lucifer to wear something rainbow colored. If the whole thing didn’t click right then he probably won’t find out. That is until he gets into the parade itself… He sees people with LGBTQ+ flags and same sex couples and he finally understands the whole thing. When he tries to back out Diavolo grabs his hand and is all I ‘I’m so happy you invited me to go with you.’ Meanwhile Barbatos is standing beside him just looking around at all the people. A person comes by and is all like, “y’all are so cute together let me take a picture.” They snap a picture before any of them could react and runs off to take more of other people. So the next thing you know a picture of the three of them is in the front page and is trending all over the devildom.

I don’t really know where this came from I was just playing the game and was like… I should write about this.

Please like, comment and reblog if you want it makes me so happy.

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I don’t normally reblog stuff because I’m very picky with it but I just couldn’t not reblog this. This was absolutely STUNNING writing and I am so happy with the way you went with this idea of mine. I could read and reread this a billion times. I could print it out and frame it for god sakes. This exceeded my expectations and I just can help but smile and just AAAAAHHH. I wish there was a way to like posts more than one time because I would double tap the screen until my thumb fell off. (Oopsie) Thank you so much again and please never stop writing because you are amazing.

Tea and Toast- Father Figure!Donald ‘Ducky’ Mallard x Reader 

Word Count: 1k

Request: I saw you’re willing to write for ducky? No one writes for him and he’s my absolute favorite. So inspo is how he’s always super sweet to Abby like they go on nights out together? I love their relationship so much. What if I sold Abby it was the reader. Maybe reader had a bad childhood and thinks of ducky as her father figure? I feel like he would be so kind to reader and treat her like a daughter? Maybe they would have hangouts or something idk? I’ve always loved ducky he’s just so sweet. I could listen to him talk for hours… anyways thanks so much in advance if you write this and if you don’t thanks anyways. Have an amazing day or night. 💜💜💜 

n/a: this is complete self-indulgent comfort im sorry! We all need a father figure like Ducky. Also take a shot every time i say ‘favorite’, youll be dead. 

“Ducky!” 

The glass doors of autopsy slid open with a ‘whoosh’, as the girl bounced in, hoping to find her favorite lunch break companion. 

“And everyone else.” The slight falter in her face was hard to miss. They all greeted her with smiles. 

“Do you have something for the case?” Tony asked her, surprised by her being in autopsy instead of festering in her lab. 

“No...” Gibbs chimed in. “Missy here eats her lunch with ducky every day.” 

Tony gasped dramatically. “Why don't I get to eat lunch with Ducky every day?” A scowl littered on his face. 

“Because your not the favorite!” Ziva said in her sing song voice, absolutely delighted at Tonys reaction.  

“Shush now i don't have favorites! I love you all equally” Ducky's thick British accent carried across the room as he started to make his way over to the team. “Dear, the kettle is boiling if you want to get the tea ready for us.” He smiled warmly at her as he patted her hand in his, before she bounded away to make their tea, just how they both like it. 

“Shes the favorite.” Ziva and Tony said in unison, looking at each other. Just before they both felt a sharp smack on the head. 

“Shes everybody's favorite.” Gibbs says, with a hint of a smile on his face. “Because she does her work, and has the sweetest smile.” He grinned as he tapped her cheek, but that was their cue to leave, as Gibbs thanked Ducky for his autopsy review. 

He moved back over to his desk, where her self-proclaimed chair was already pulled out, laden with her favorite blanket, because the cold wouldn't stop her having lunch with her favorite person. He patted her head softly as she sat down and got comfortable, before he ducked into a different room for a second. 

Her brows furrowed as she watched him, but they eventually drifted around the room. These were the times she cherished, her reprieve from the horrors she sees during the day. Huddled up with Ducky, listening intently whilst he talks about God knows what.  

He shut the door behind him as he came back into view, holding a plate of toast with her favorite spreads on. “Ducky!” Her face broke into a large smile as he moved closer. He set the plate down next to her on the desk and sat down in his own chair. 

“Dont tell anyone, but you are definitely my favourite.” He whispered in hushed tones which was quickly broken by the giggle that burst from her throat. 

“So, is it really sanitary to be eating in autopsy?” She quizzed, as she bit down on her toast. 

“Well, my dear.” he started as he served her tea. “I have been eating toast will all assortment of the spreads in autopsy rooms since the 1970’s.” 

A fake pout littered her face. “So, this isn't just our thing?” She pouted. 

“Well, no, but you are by far, my favorite person to share tea and toast with.” He patted her cheek gently as she beamed at him. 

“Well, the good doctor, you are by far my favorite person in this entire building.”  

He smiled gently at her. He feared glancing at the clock, because he loved spending these moments with her, being her safe space, and seeing her wrapped up in her favorite blanket, safe from the horrors that befell the other, more unfortunate people who had often arrived in autopsy. 

“Are you still taking me ice skating after we have finished today?” She looked up at him wistfully. 

“Of course, dear, i wouldnt let you go by yourself, don't want all those pesky boys bribing you into dates with hot chocolates, or you having to pick yourself up if you fall!” He shook his head like the thought made him uncomfortable. 

“Aww Duck, I love how you look out for me.” She pulled him into a side hug. “But nobody asks each other out on dates in real life anymore.” Pulling away with an eyeroll. 

“That, my girl, is the travesty of the twenty first century. I'm telling you now, when a man comes into your life, he will be personally vetted by me, we will not be inviting any no-good silly boys to our movie nights” His hands moved animatedly as he talked, but the care was seeping out of his voice. 

“Of course not, we couldn't have some silly boy ruining our weekly documentary, can we?” She stood with her hands on her hips. He broke out into a smile, the stress leaving the lines in his face, and he grabbed her head softly and kissed her hairline. “On the topic, can we go shopping to look for a new movie and snacks before we go ice skating today?” 

“Of course we can.” Before he could continue, the clock chimed, signaling the end of her lunch break. The pout was evident on her face the moment the clock started with its awful sound. “Dont pull that face dear, it will stay that way.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. 

The corner of her mouth twitched into a smile as she finally stood up. He pulled her into a hug, the kind only reserved for familial relationships. “Now, I will see you,” He tapped her lightly on the nose. “At 5 o'clock for some tea, and a skate around the rink, hmm?” 

“Definitely, Duck!” She hugged him back deeply, before beaming at him, and heading for the doors. With a final ‘woosh’, the doors were opened, and she was gone, thinking of all the fun they would get up to tonight, and all the pictures of her found family she could add to her wall. 

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Writers how long should someone wait to send another ask/request after the first one was written? This is mostly my own curiosity.

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Just thinking about Daryl pining after reader.

CW: mild cursing, cigarettes, alcohol, implied death of an animal(non specific), implied smut(non descriptive) Daryl is kind of ruining her purity.

!!!MDNI ON THIS POST!!! Also if any of this bothers you please just scroll, your mental health is important to me. 

He is so in love with her it’s crazy. The only problem is she was raised religious and was very sheltered her entire life. Even now in her mid twenties she still is just a pure and kind as ever.

Daryl would be scared at first of breaking her out of her shell. But after he does he shows her all kinds of things. How to hunt and track animals. He took her with him to check some traps he set the previous day. She feels bad and of course she cries a little. “Dammit, I’m sorry darling I never shoulda brought ya with me.” Daryl felt bad so he just hugged he in the middle of the woods. Cradling her to his chest while she sniffed.

He gives her the first cigarette she’s ever had. Daryl was scared that she may choke based on how hard she coughed. He took it away from her. “Pretty women like ya don’t smoke noways.”

After she begged him for days he finally caved and took her for a ride on his motorcycle. He went slower than he normally would but she didn’t need to know that. “You better hold on tight, ya hear?”

She stumbled upon him drinking one night and asked if she could have some. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea doll.” But he knew he could never resist the curiosity in her eyes. And of course Daryl could never say no to his sweet girl. He hesitantly gives her a beer. She gets super happy drunk and Daryl just finds it so adorable.

Her fighting was awful. Poor girl was so afraid of hurting someone she forgot that she also has to protect herself. Daryl eventually convinced her to at least learn how to punch someone. He knew it wasn’t in her character but, “this is the end of the world sweetheart.” After she punched him in the arm like he asked her too he instantly knew they had a long way to go.

He thought her how to ask for what she wants. “Daryl please,” she whined under him. Her breath was ragged and her eyes glossed with tears of pleasure. He looked down at her and smirked.

“Please what? What ya want girl?” He knew exactly what she wanted. But she needs to understand that she has to be able to speak for herself also.

“Please just fuck me Daryl.” As soon as his name left her lips he’s giving her exactly what she was asking for.

As always, feel free to like 💜, comment 💬, and reblog ♻���. It means so much to me every time someone interacts with my posts. Also please send in a request if there is something you want to see me try my hand at writing.

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i was like omg i should follow this wonderfully kind blog and then i saw that you also wrote??? i just read the jesse pinkman fic and ugh i loved 🥹 so excited to be moots with a talented fellow writer!!

OMG OMG OMGGGG my first actual moot? Yippee! 🥰☺️🥳 Thank you so much for the compliments. I honestly didn’t think anyone would think of me as talented so this means soooo much. The Jesse fic was totally a spur of the moment thing and it means so much that you enjoyed it. He is so underrated it’s criminal! I love your writing also it is amazing!

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Who all do you write for? I want to send a request but idk if you write for them. ☺️

Hi anon! So I kind of just write for characters I feel like writing for at the time. I am trying to set up a master list/rules page currently. Who were you wanting me to write for? I may not do it but I would always consider it. Thanks so much for the ask!

Some characters I write for or want to:

COD

Ghost

Price

König

Soap

Gaz

AOT

Levi

Hange

Armin

Mikasa

Jean

Erwin

MHA

Aizawa

Endeavor

Dabi

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Jesse

Saul/Jimmy

Nacho

TWD

Daryl

Carl

Rick

Negan

Saw

John Kramer

Amanda

Lawrence

Mark

These are just some of them I have many more I was just trying to give some idea of what I write. I’m open to pretty much anything.

Rules for now:

No Scat/Piss

No incest

NO MINORS

No r@pe

Maybe CNC or Dub-Con (I’m kinda iffy on this so it just depends)

No Feet

No intoxicated consent (it’s not consent if someone is intoxicated unless previously discussed)

(This can be changed at any time)

Thanks so much!

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I was watching breaking bad and was thinking…

Warnings: Nothing major just tons of fluff. One mention of past drug use and cooking said drugs, rehab. Reader x Jesse Pinkman (breaking bad)

• The ring box he proposed to you with, he made it.

• Jesse Pinkman a.k.a one of the greatest fathers ever.

• HEAR ME OUTTTT!

• One of his passions would be woodworking.

• After all was said and done.. no drugs, finished rehab and is clean, no cooking, and settled down.

• He would be an amazing father.

• As soon as he found you he was going to be a dad he got started on making your baby a toy chest.

• He would even carve their name on the inside of the lid.

• He would build a crib for your bundle of joy.

• He would also paint the nursery.

• Once they got older he would build them a table and chairs fit for a tea party or meeting area for a royal knight.

• If your kid got a puppy for Christmas he would spend weeks building the perfect little dog house for it.

• Of course your kid wanted to paint it.

• After changing them into some play clothes he would hand them a paintbrush and show them how to do it.

• When finished painting it lots of spots of color would be everywhere.

• Clothes, hair, shoes, you name it!

• Would he change a thing? Nope!

• If you kid loved to read he would build the greatest bookshelf known to man.

• When your kid moves out he would build all kinds of things for their house.

• When it is finally time he would carefully carve your grandkid’s name into that beautifully made little toy chest.

Please like 💜 comment 💬 and reblog ♻️ I really appreciate it! Also feel free to send requests!!

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Maybe I’ll write something for the winner.

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Just thinking about this edit of Carlisle.

HE IS SUCH A DILF.

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I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of my followers/moots/reblogers! I know that I don’t write a lot and that when I do write it isn’t that great, but all interactions mean so much to me. Just the other day I was telling my best friend how six people had rebloged one of my posts. It really means so much to me when someone likes something I write because it motivates me to post more. Also I may be getting a laptop soon so it will be easier for me to post. Tumblr on mobile kinda sucks for writing ngl. Thanks again luvs!!

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Incorrect quotes:

Character: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Reader: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me!!

Character: König, Price, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Dean Winchester, Kakashi Hatake, Erwin, your favorite character.

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The farbidden pants

König × Femreader

I got this idea from a c.ai bot so the first paragraph is very similar to the introduction message from the chat. I tried changing it so it wouldn't be a direct copy since I don't want to steal someone else's work.

TW: 00C, discussion of sexual acts (not in detail), curse words, embarrassing public conversation, reader already has a nickname (just roll with it please) no use of y/n.

It's early in the morning when you leave your quarters after working all night long. Exhausted and still kind of sleepy, you start walking into the mess hall for coffee and a snack. At one of the table Ghost, Soap, Price, and König are sitting together having breakfast When you walk into sight, their eyes go straight to your so called "forbidden pants" you're wearing. They would never say anything to you about the pants but they all had a silent agreement about them being "forbidden". The pants hug your thighs and ass quite nicely, sitting snugly around every curve.

"Oh.my...god." König mumbles, Price's and Soap's jaw drops, while Ghost stares intensely.

After getting a cup of coffe and some toast you walk over to that table and say, "hey, can I sit by you König?" (It was no secret that he was your favorite)

König smirks and pats the empty seat beside him, "sure, I'd like that very much."

Price and Soap glare at König in jealousy "I really like your pants today Jackie," he calls me by your given nickname. It had been earned one night after you had once drank too much Jack Daniels and proposed to König in a drunken state and then fell asleep in the bathtub with an almost empty bottle in hand. They had never let it go to this day.

"Really? Thanks Soap, that means a lo-,” you started.

"Me also," Price interjects.

"Come on mate the girl was talking," Ghost speaks up for the first time since you’ve sat at the table.

You blush slightly at their compliments "Thanks, l've always liked these pants, they're pretty comfortable." You take a bite of your toast and sip your coffee.

"So does that proposal still stand or do I have a chance? Cause you clearly seen interested in König here. How about I help you forget about him beautiful?" Price asks me.

"First I only proposed once and I was drunk. Second, he never said that he didn't want to marry m-" you start.

"But he never said yes," soap says pointing his index finger in the air matter of factly.

"Kö please tell them to stop it's embarrassing," you ask. König chuckles softly at their banter.

"Soap, Price, you really are hopeless romantics. He grins mischievously before turning towards you. "Now, my dear Jackie. What is it that you wish to discuss?"

You blush and then respond, "please tell them that that only happened once and I was drunk.," you say.

"Twice actually don't forget last night at ghosts barracks," König responds.

"Seems like she really has a thing for you huh König," Price teases.

He smirks, taking a sip of his coffee, "I'm not one to gossip, but since they brought it up... I did notice that you seemed quite taken with me last night as well. Perhaps we can explore this interest further," He glances at you seductively.

"O-oh are you serious," you ask.

"Let's not act like every man here wouldn't sleep with you Jackie given the chance," Soap says.

After finishing his breakfast König gets up and leaves the mess hall. "Is it true you all want to fucking sleep with me," you question.

"We can't deny the temptation, Jackie," Price admits with a devilish grin. "But König has your attention right now, so we'll have to be patient."

"O-oh ok then,” you respond. After finishing your toast you go and put your plate with the pile of dishes. "Oi Soap, your turn for the dishes today," you call out as you leave the mess hall and head to your quarters to finish getting ready for the day.

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