#🌹 asks

[five-bi-five-mind]

Am I allowed to ask for Diana Prince? 🌹

I’ve had this for awhile but whenever I get 🌹 asks I want to make sure I’m true to my word and adding 300-500 words before I answer. Finally I sat down to do that (and more) so here’s another peek at the next MTT:

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because, I want you to understand,” she said as her hand left yours to cup your chin. She turned your head up slowly until you finally met her eyes. “Commitment is serious where you are from, but here it’s even more so. When you promise yourself to someone it is not just for one lifetime, but for all of eternity. It is not something we take lightly.”

Her hand still held your face and you searched her eyes, trying to see where she was going with this. You had a gut feeling and you were terrified you were right.

“I want you to understand, little dove,” her thumb stroked your cheek, “the significance of what I’m about to ask.”

[onekisstotakewithme]

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I'd like to call this: jokes that are really only funny for about five people:

“Couldn’t sleep?” Sam asks, watching her line up another shot. “No.” “Me neither. And I couldn’t spend another minute staring at the ceiling, or watching TV. Nothing on at this hour but infomercials and M*A*S*H reruns.” CJ smiles to herself, but it disappears when she finally misses a shot, the 9 ball ricocheting off the corner and spinning away. She gestures to Sam that it’s his turn. “You know,” she says as he lines up his own shot, “I always thought Arnie Vinick kind of looked like Alan Alda.” Sam tilts his head. “Really? I don’t see it.”

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Please post another chapter of mutually assured destruction today if you’re able!. (If not though then no pressure! I’m just feral right now bc I love your writing so much lol.) chapter 11’s cliff hanger/suspense has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure as we speak 😂

hahaha I am able but I don't want to :D I have just found a somewhat regular schedule so I'm sticking to that. I'm more relaxed knowing I'm writing about half a chapter ahead at all times!

Will likely publish the next one on Sunday. Or later. Let's see how fast I can get to 13 ^^

This week has been horrendous for me in my personal life with loads of crying and not a lot of sleep, so I am just relying on pre-written stuff right now. Otherwise I might have actually done it.

And don't worry I know you're just expressing love and support for the fic and I read it that way!!! Love youuuuu nonny and if you like, you can use this emoji in the future so I know it's you bebi 🌹

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹Another bouquet for you, my dear! At this rate, I’m opening a flower shop to continually shower you with roses!!

you are literally so sweet the heck M I love you

here's a section of another drabble from the werewolf au that I've been working on tonight!

“Damn,” Jake said as he came up behind Ronnie and put his hands on her hips. “So they definitely put Rueben in charge.”

“Ya think?” Ronnie questioned, turning under his touch to face him. 

Jake smiled gently down at the babe wrapped tightly against her chest. Putting his hand on the back of his son’s head, his palm nearly encompassed the whole thing. 

“D’you think he enjoyed his first run?” he asked, thumb rubbing back and forth over the soft fabric of the wrap and those blond baby hairs. 

“Mm, I think so. His eyes were open the whole time,” she replied, looking down at their son now. “Still are.”

“Good. Plenty more where that came from.”

“Might have to wait a few more months, Daddy,” she said, and the corner of Jake’s mouth ticked up.

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Oh hi!!! I didn't see I had one more in here cjsnfksnds I'm so sorry!

I don't have any new drafts for you guys, since I'm still rewriting the next two parts to Bandages (and I started a new job this week! Yay!). But here's a drabble I wrote, featuring Eggman and Shadow!

[not written as a ship, but honestly tag it whatever u want, I'm not the police]

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Ivo didn't look up from his blueprints at the sound of footsteps behind him. The click of metal on the floor was long-since familiar, now, a seamless inclusion of the general background noise of the lair.

He reached out and picked up a pen, scribbling some notes about how he was going to put his newest invention together. When he felt a tired tug on his coattails, the doctor scooted his chair back and allowed the intruder to climb up into his lap. The hand that wasn't busy writing went to scratch lightly between jet black ears, contented by the low, clicky purring that resulted a moment after.

"You smell like smoke," he muttered, putting the pen down. Both arms wrapped around the intruder and hugged him closer to his round frame.

Shadow, whose eyes slipped closed the moment he got comfortable in Ivo's lap, made a noncommittal grunt in response, clearly on the verge of falling asleep. There were patches of soot all over him, and some of his fur was short and prickly: new growth.

"All right, then." The doctor lifted a hand to rub some soot off Shadow's muzzle, trying and failing to come off as annoyed. They both knew he never meant it, anyway. "The moment you get up, you need a shower. You probably got my coat dirty, and you've disrupted my work."

"Mmnn.." Shadow lazily opened one eye, then closed it again, and nuzzled into Ivo's stomach. "Love you, too."

[rose--anon]

Okay, thank youuuuu!!!! I'll be back!! *bark leaves!*

Okay!

I suppose I should move some of the... questionable stuff out of the kitchen before he returns.

[five-bi-five-mind]

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Working on an angsty, demon possession Sara Lance fic. Here’s a lil snippet:

“I hurt you.”

“That wasn’t you,” you urged. “That wasn’t your fault.”

This time when Sara lifted her hand, she did place it on your cheek. Her thumb traced the angry purple and red mark across your cheekbone. It stung only slightly from how tender the bruising still was.

“No,” she sighed. “It’s because of who I am, what I’ve done, that made me such an easy target for that… thing.”

[onekisstotakewithme]

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“Think you’ll ever stop thinking of him as the president?”

“Probably not, no. But I wouldn’t worry too much about it because I don’t think he will either.”

They share an awkward smile.

[reveluving]

Ok, so Soap and shy wife. We all know he's the definition of sunshine/happy puppy and has the energy of an entire class of kindengarden. Imagine when they first meet the couple and he's all loud and jolly, and wife quietly shakes their hand and says "Nice to meet you" and he INSTANTLY quiets, because he's proud of his Darling to meet his friends/family, also because they're all wondering how she puts up with him🤣❤

LOSING MY MIND AT "they're all wondering how she puts up with him" BECAUSE THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR DYNAMIC 🤧💗💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

You just know this man does not shut up about you every time he meets up with his team for work. 

And then, one day, he surprises them with a “she’d love y’all to come over one day.”

“Didn’t you say she’s a lil’ shy?” Kyle voiced out everyone’s thoughts, so to be offered not by the man himself but the meek lady in question was a little surprising, to say the least.

“She is, yeah, but she’s open t’meeting a few pals o’mine.” Johnny meant it to sound casual, but with his mates knowing him for a long time, it wasn’t hard to catch the hint of care in his voice.

And, well, it would be rude to decline a lady’s generous offer, now, would it?

Johnny’s hyped, no doubt, his friends—no, brothers, and his other half finally meeting in person. They didn’t even have to ask, just by the way he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel or the way he hummed to the radio, likely a playlist the two of you shared.

And with the boys holding some sort of gift for you, just as a thank you for the invite, you greet them by the door as soon as your husband announces his and his friends’ arrival. 

With Simon physically being the closest to you, you wiped your hands on your apron before holding your hand out. Simon nearly struggled with his strength, not expecting your lack of hesitation to greet him, out of all of them.

You introduced yourself, “It’s nice to finally meet you guys.”

Ah, such a sweet voice. So sweet that had Johnny not gone on and on about your shyness, they would’ve thought you were scared of them. But, you weren’t and the proud smile on Johnny’s face says it all. 

Why wouldn’t he? With your warm smile and even willingness to shake Kyle and John’s hands as well. Albeit, you had a habit of looking down every once in a while, especially if they tried to show their respect, i.e. complimenting your cooking, the decor or you in general, it was hard not to find you endearing.

But God knows how you, of all people, manage to put up with his nonsense. 

In the words of Johnny; “Opposites attract, after all.”

And seeing it now, to say Johnny was whipped…. Was putting it lightly.

It’s funny to see Johnny trying his best when it comes to lowering his gruff voice for you, even if you loved it just the way it is.

Though he has a lot of things to tell you, so much love to give you, you have his full attention the moment your lips part.

Each time you open your mouth, he closes his. As if fearing that one word from him would mean talking over you entirely, and he couldn’t bear the thought of that. The hearts in his eyes were tough to miss. He’s expressive, too, hanging on your every word like you were giving him a task when it was just you talking about how you learnt to make the lasagna you served for dinner.

‘SHUT UP, MY BABY HAS SOMETHING TO SAY’ type of beat, but it’s the man who’s saying it that has the loudest voice (and the gentlest heart).

But they’d be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy listening to the stories of how you met and how emo Johnny gets when the dates or outings don’t go his way, even though it all went well in the end.

Why wouldn’t they enjoy seeing his soul leave his body when you mentioned his baby pictures that his mother not only showed you but gave some to you as well?

“Johnny, c’mon, now, she’s a part of the family! She’ll need some photos o’you for when you move in together soon.” Says his mother, gifting you probably a stack of them, as if unfazed by the sight of you and Johnny covering your faces, the temperature of your body heat rising that even you feared you might pass out right then and there. He couldn’t even find the energy to stop his sisters from teasing him.

But besides allowing you to embarrass him a little, even if it wasn’t your intention, your home is another.

A small unit, located on the second floor. The candlelight colour, the cute indoor plants in each room, and the seats. 

Oh, the seats.

John nearly passed out just moments after he sat on it. 

Just by the way you maximized the apartment space, it’s no wonder Johnny always looked forward to returning home. Not necessarily the apartment, but to you. 

Dare they say, the visit felt like a ‘cultural reset’ (is that what the kids are saying these days?). Largely because one; they were able to finally confirm that Mrs MacTavish is a real person and two; one cannot simply ignore the dynamic you and Johnny have. It may be eye-roll-worthy to some, but Johnny learns it isn’t something worth fighting about. So long he has you, those people can yap and nag about it all they want. 

Bonus: John’s definitely the type of person to tell Laswell about it like it was some kind of a mission—like it was almost unbelievable to see you, well, you!

“M’tellin’ ya, Laswell. As soon as his wife had something t’say, he shuts up faster than when I tell him to.” He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.

“Sounds like a keeper to me.”

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[chrollohearttags]

Helloooo

I tripped and accidentally spread my legs to ur blog🙈 But I was wondering if you could be prompted to write about Baby fever Eren? Wants a pretty lil baby with his pretty lil princess? Thank you love 💕

hiiii 🩷🫶🏾🫶🏾 well welcome 😭 I swearrrr, y’all must’ve known I’ve been missing my man. I can absolutely make that happen!

BUN IN THE OVEN

feat. heavy breeding kink, our sweet EJ + influencer (y/n), spreader bar, porn with no plot, mating press, nipple play, lots of sweet talk, daddy’s used

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“Mmmmphm…can you take some out, pleaseee?..”

“Aww, but princess..you’re doing so good right now and you feel..so good. Please don’t make me stop..”

the consistent rutting and pounding ensued as you found yourself flat on your back..legs suspended midair and pulled apart with the assistance of a metal bar clasped around your ankles. Your wrists were also bound and dangling from the center. Quite an interesting and vulnerable situation you’d been put into. But you wouldn’t place this level of trust and submission into anyone other than your loving husband, EJ. Who had just returned from his tour..rather than lethargic from endless days of performing or suffering from treacherous jet lag, he was rather energetic. Mainly because the prospect of seeing you once he stepped foot from the plane was all the more worth it. But perhaps the most exciting part of coming back to you was getting to be one with his lady. In your absence, he missed you terribly. Your scent, your touch..your warmth. So much so, he wanted to always be a part of you, even when he couldn’t be around…which began his wheels to turning…

“ ‘Ren…baby..’m so close.”

“I know, baby. I know you are..and if you keep squeezing me like that, you’re gonna get all this nut. Just like you wanted, right? You do want another one, don’t you?”

see, Eren had been contemplating for a while on the subject of having children. It was something that the two of you had mulled over but ultimately decided it was for the best to wait. However, his mind had quickly changed when he saw you babysitting a friend’s toddler. He loved his natural and instinctively you cared for the child..how soft and nurturing you were. That’s when his mind and thoughts would wander farther onto the more salacious side!…imagine you with a cute baby bump. Full of his seed and carrying his baby..Eren often thought about how attractive you’d look with that swollen belly and of course, those already perky tits becoming plump because you’d be lactating. The thought often left him salivating and stroking himself in his hotel room whilst away from home. So now, he was atoning for lost time. Thrashing his cock into your tight little hole..the same one that clenched for him over the lens of a FaceTime call, begging for him to stuff it full when he got home..the one that squeezed your fingers tightly as you pumped them in and out, moaning his name. And now? It was the same one that’d give way to your aching womb; desperate to be bred. He’d feed you deep seeded strokes, glaring directly into your eyes with gentle coos ringing out in the form of sweet nothings. “Yes d-daddyyy..but I can’t—“ “..then let me handle it, princess..you gone look so fucking pretty with my baby inside of you..” the sheer thought causing his cock to twitch as it bottomed out inside of your womb. Consistently colliding with your thighs as that thick length sloshed around in that sloppy mixture; comprised of your juices and his previous loads. He had to ensure that you were good and full of his warm cum before he let up. You’d see the excited yet unrelenting glare on your man’s face and knew that you were in good hands. “You’re gonna look so beautiful—fuck..I can see it now..you gonna have my baby..let daddy get you all full? You want it?” Cooing to you with the single swipe across your lips and you had never felt more comfortable than you had in that moment. Despite the rough and rambunctious love making that you guys had just participated in, it was going to have the most delicate and precious result.

“Yes..I want it!..want to give you a baby.” That sweet answer was all he needed to persist and he wouldn’t leave until his goal was achieved and those lines popped positive.

“That’s all I wanted to hear, princess..all I needed. ‘M gonna get you pregnant. Even if it takes all night..”

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

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thank you for sending one in!! i have come to realize just picking one sentence out of everything is more difficult than I thought so....here's more than one sentence cause i am a greedy little gremlin....

this is....suggestive....from the next update of come over here and overwhelm me

“You okay?” he questioned softly, giving her a gentle squeeze that made her back arch against his chest. 

“Mm — no,” she managed to get out as she continued to wriggle against him, unsure how to even voice what she needed from him now. 

Jake grinned against the flesh of her neck, having some clue. With a small smile he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush with his front. She gasped, knuckles white around the railing, when she felt his own need against her ass — making him chuckle deep in his throat. 

“What do you need, darlin’?” he hummed in her ear, his fingers slowly trailing down her side to the hem of her dress.

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Ooo, another one! Okay!

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"This is the weirdest fucking dinner I've ever attended."

"Shadow, please! Language!"

Shadow leveled him with a glare, gripping his spoon tight enough to bend the metal.

"You're a genius supervillain that's tried multiple times to destroy the planet and everybody on it, including me."

Eggman waved his hand, grinning. "Oh, flattery will get you everywhere. But, please - dig in! I made your favorite!"

"This is a bowl of coffee beans."

"Your favorite!"

Well. He wasn't wrong.

[spacenintendogs]

DRAGON TIME, BAYBEE!!!!

[five-bi-five-mind]

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Just gonna uhhhh drop this smutty little Wanda sneak peek under a read more thingy

“Holy shi-“ Wanda cut herself off with a low moan. The way her body was moving against yours had your head spinning. “I knew- fuck- I knew it would feel good, but not this fucking good.”

[onekisstotakewithme]

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Because, coming up the stairs right then, is Hawkeye, whistling something from South Pacific. Donna freezes, her hand still on the doorknob of the bathroom, dripping water onto the wooden floor with a soft plink. She can mark, without looking at him, the exact second he sees her, because his whistle turns from South Pacific – ‘There’s Nothing Like a Dame’, she thinks – to something low pitched, before dropping off entirely. Donna doesn’t meet his gaze, her ears burning with embarrassment, the bottom of the terrycloth only reaching the middle of her thigh. “Well, well, well,” Hawkeye says, putting on his best English bobby accent. “What’s all this then?”

And if you're wondering what happens in the rest of "a gold and crimson graciousness", the answer is "what is a polyamorous couple".

I just have to write it. The horror.

~ send a 🌹, get a snippet ~

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SHY WIFE AND PRICE....ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME!!!!!Imagine this Adonis of a man spoiling her from the first date and even her being shy, the 141(plus Kate) KNOW who's the boss( he ALWAYS have a photo and a story about Mrs.Price and it's just the cutest thing how his eyes light up that they also love her)

CUUUUUUTE AAAAAA!! GNAWING ON MY BARS RN!! And thank you for specifying the Adonis of a man bit! Can't forget about that!! ☝🏼😌💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

In any case of our beloved shy!wife fics, especially with his line of work, just expect your husband to have a polaroid or five of you ready.

And John is no different.

You must be a special one if you managed to catch the eyes of the captain, and to clarify, you are!

John knew there was no going back to his mundane yet chaotic lifestyle the second he asked you out. It took everything in him not to chuckle at your look of disbelief, your lips parting just a tad bit. He didn’t want you to think he was making fun of you, you were genuinely adorable with your expressiveness. And though had told him you were open to anything, even specifying that you wouldn’t mind anything small and simple, he didn’t let you.

He took you out to dinner on your first date, nothing too fancy, though that couldn’t be said the same on the later dates, gifted you a small but beautiful bouquet and the rest was history. 

And amazingly, he gets even better at spoiling you after he puts a ring on your finger. As if he wasn't already good since your first date!

Kisses or cakes, hugs or huge bouquets, he'll always find a way to spoil you. Because you—your smiles, giggles and laughs, your time and your love for him means so much.

More than you can imagine.

A sweetheart, a gentleman. You couldn’t ask for a better man to fall for you, though, like him, you were mind-blown to even think a man, no, a hunk like him showed interest in you. Made you feel wanted, special—someone he wanted to be with with zero hesitation. 

He wouldn’t be able to forget your shy smile, how you’d mindlessly trail your fingers across the table or your lap out of embarrassment, how your fingers curled around his hand, despite averting your gaze from his cheeky smile many dates later.

And though the wedding was small, to him, it felt like a sweet fairytale.

To finally be able to call you Mrs Price.

Laswell had the privilege to meet you first before everyone else. She enjoys the sisterly moments you’d have, a breath of fresh air from the craziness, to say the least, that she has to witness in her lifetime. Always appreciates you checking in on her via messages or if she’s lucky, a quick call. And it becomes a tradition of hers to jokingly remind John to take care of you and not to drive you crazy.

And then, there were the boys.

Johnny was the one who asked about you, catching the man looking at one of the polaroids of you with nothing but love in his eyes. Longing to get it over with and come home to you. Johnny didn’t think he’d be willing to talk about you at all, let alone more than a few sentences, i.e. privacy reasons or he just prefers to be on his own. Take in the quiet moment before any hell breaks loose later on.

Understandable, so imagine not only his surprise but also the rest of the 141 when he talks about you. First, with pure endearment in his tone, then the story gets romantic, cheesier even, but all three of them listened to his stories like no other (read: a father telling his kids how he met their mother), even if they acted like they were just casually fixing their weapons or thinking to themselves.

C’mon, he knows them!

Like John, you treat the boys like your very own. If Johnny, Kyle or Simon wanted to be doted over—to be cared for, something they haven’t felt in a while even if some of them wouldn’t want to admit it, then you’d give them millions! Even something as little as a handwritten message or passing them a few words i.e. take care and good luck via John.

Visiting the Price’s house now feels like a family thing. Again, it’s cheesy, it’s corny, and maybe even childish to some, for a bunch of men to be looking forward to these visits like a child being away from their parents at a dorm during college, none of you cared. Not you. Not John. And most importantly, not his boys.

None of them could have imagined your words to stick in their minds in dire times. A little motivation to return safely. Back to the base, for John, and back the Price’s home, for you.

“Johnny, I’m out of a few things in the kitchen. Could you drop by the store and get these for me, please?” “Can do!”

“Simon, have you seen John’s car keys? I can’t find them anywhere.” “I can help look for it w’you.”

“Kyle, I told you I can handle the fireplace.” “S’not that hard. Don’t worry!”

Home.

Bonus: A lil’ story I’m still working on with the COD men + dogs includes John with an American Akita. Similar to Phillip and Kai, John’s gigantic pupper tends to prefer listening to you to him.

His intolerance for certain people or animals drops in an instant the second he sees you, turning into a baby (your baby, might John add) but he also knows when duty calls. Ears tilting back and growling at a stranger who doesn’t know, or worse; ignores that you're taken.

And in John’s words: good boy.

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