#((lmk if that’s okay or if you’d rather something else!!))

[tugsheartstrings]

@rcckstars

It’s dark. The air is brittle; the moonlight that illuminates the little clearing where they sit and keep watch is chilly and silver with wintertime frost. Solomon keeps stealing glances at John’s wound.

It’s bad. Puffy and red and crusted with blood and pus—and while he’s no doctor, he picked up a few first aid tricks from one, and these stitches… Well. They’re lacking. To put it politely. They need to be redone, or at least cleaned.

He clears his throat. First noise he’s made since he joined the gang.

“Your stitches are infected.”

[vmpiires]

﹆₊注意‧₊˚ PAY ATTENTION TO ME, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ your boyfriend has been on the game for the whole day. why not distract him a little? wc, 1.23K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. this idea had me giggling and kickin my feet. i’m back from my “break”. and did yall see the eclipse monday? it was mad pretty. also with gamer!choso, he strikes me as a destiny 2/valorant/overwatch player. hope ya enjoy the storyyyy. reblog to support meeee

␥ tags. gamer!choso, reader is getting bored watching choso play, smut, riding him while he plays his game, female anatomy, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

perched on the edge of the bed, you watched as your boyfriend choso raged and fumed at his teammates, their second loss in a single hour driving him to madness. his body was taut and rigid, every muscle coiled with tension as his nimble fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating the character with precision.

you sat there, wishing those hands were on you, exploring every inch of your body instead of his loadout before starting another round. the room was filled with the sound of clicking keys and expletives as if a storm was brewing within the small space.

your gaze remained fixated on the back of choso's head, tracing every strand of his obsidian hair that flowed from his low ponytail and clung to the pale skin of his neck.

the rest of his hair framed his face in a silken curtain, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and cheekbones. you couldn't help but study every minute detail, from the way strands danced in the breeze to the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

the deafening roar of weapons firing and the frustrated mutterings of choso echoed through the air, seeming to last for an eternity before the match finally came to an end.

with a jubilant shout, choso leapt up from his seat, celebrating his team's victory with wild enthusiasm. your nostrils flared in annoyance and your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but then a spark of determination ignited in your mind as an idea popped into your head.

as you rose from the bed, the springs beneath it groaned in protest. choso was engrossed in his favorite game, his fingers moving deftly over the keyboard as he swiftly maneuvered the controls. you straddled him, feeling the creak of his chair as you settled onto his lap.

choso's smile widened as he glanced up at you, then quickly leaned in to kiss your head before returning his attention to the screen. A warm flush spread across your cheeks and your lips couldn't help but curve into a delighted grin.

"choso," you prodded playfully. "you've been playing valorant since we woke up…are you sure there isn't something else you’d rather do, something more fun?" the room was filled with the glow of the computer screen, but all you wanted was some time with your boyfriend and doing something more fun than sitting inside playing video games all day.

choso let out a heavy sigh, his brow furrowing as he spoke. "i know," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of frustration. "but listen, baby, just a couple more games and i'll get off. we can do whatever you want, okay?"

his proposal sounded intriguing, but your impatience was growing with each passing second. without much thought, you agreed to choso's request and soon found yourself removing your shorts. he didn't even notice, too focused on claiming another victory in his game.

you took a moment to study the man before you. his grey joggers were neatly tied in a knot at his waist, emphasizing the noticeable bulge beneath the cloth. your gaze traveled up to meet his intense violet eyes, which sparkled with determination as he focused on the screen in front of him. it was the same look he gave you when he pounded into you after a stressful day, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

with furtive glances around the room, you leaned forward and gently tugged at the strings of his pants, slowly pulling down both his joggers and boxers. despite your efforts to be discreet, you couldn't help but marvel at the thought of being caught. choso seemed completely oblivious, not even paying you any mind.

once his pants were low enough for you to access, you carefully adjusted yourself onto his lap and positioned yourself above his erect shaft. as you made yourself comfortable, you couldn't help but smirk at how unaware he was. how could he not notice someone pulling his pants off or feel your drenched core pressing against him?

your slick coated his length as you dragged it teasingly against him, reveling in the knowledge that anyone would have noticed such blatant actions. but choso remained blissfully unaware, lost in his own thoughts as you took control of the situation.

choso was completely lost in his video game, the bright graphics and music consuming his senses. he barely noticed when you wrapped your arms around his body, pressing yourself closer and grinding against him, small whimpers escaping your lips. it wasn't until he felt your movements become more urgent that he snapped back to reality.

he let out a low groan as he tried to focus on both the game and the pleasure you were giving him. but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to do so. "fuck, couldn't you wait?" he strained, feeling his breath getting heavier as he rolled his hips back against yours. his vision started to blur as the sensations overtook him.

choso bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold onto his control as you moaned in his ear. "you were taking too long," you finally replied, panting slightly. the chair beneath you both creaked under your weight as your hips continued to grind against each other, the room filled with the sounds of the game and your shared desire.

as the game drew to a close, choso struggled to concentrate on finishing as your urgent movements pressed against him. the rhythm of your body, shifting from slow to fast, kept him on edge. your moans and cries drowned out the sounds of the game, overwhelming his senses.

tears glistened in your eyes, reflecting the intensity of your desire. choso's heart raced as he tried to keep up with your escalating passion. each touch and kiss was like a fire burning through his veins, igniting a deep desire within him. as the intensity grew, he found himself lost in the moment, completely consumed by you.

as the intensity grew, your mouth began to salivate, and drool escaped from your parted lips. the sensation of choso's body against yours was overwhelming, and you could feel him nearing his climax. your moans echoed in the room, mingling with his. your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks symbolizing this passionate moment.

just as choso reached his peak, so did you. warm liquid spurted from his tip and onto his chair and thigh, evidence of the pleasure he had experienced with you. during the aftermath, your fluids mingled with his, coating his now softened shaft. you put your head down on his shoulder, your breath hitting his skin as you tried to catch your breath.

you were about to move yourself off of choso but you felt his arm squeeze tightly around your waist. he kissed your neck and moved up to your ear. "you made me lose my game," he whispered, eyeing his computer screen that showed a death screen.

a mischievous smirk played at the corners of your lips as you looked at him, "well, i can't say i feel bad or whatever," you teased. "i think a little distraction was exactly what you needed." the air between the two of you crackled with energy as you waited for his response, ready to pounce with more playful banter. choso rolled his eyes.

“whatever. next time i’m locking you out,” choso grumbled, finally letting you get up.

⠀© vmpiires | like, reblog & follow.

[lipringlrh]

YOU SAID YOU WERE IN LOVE, I’M NOT SURE YOU MEANT WITH ME THOUGH.

an: title from pretender by holden mcrae. hope you enjoy !! lmk every single thought 😁

pairing: logan sargeant x reader, oscar piastri x reader

wc: 1.4k

You were sat in a restaurant, a fancy one that you had chosen for the night, with Logan sat in front of you. You were sat at a rather large booth, which Logan thought was weird as it was only the two of you, and you’d usually head towards the hard-backed seats at the windows, neither of which were a feature for your choice today.

You had known him for as long as you could remember, and quickly became best friends, supporting him throughout his motorsport career and travelling everywhere you could with him.

However, you’d been hiding a secret from him, which was becoming harder and harder to keep and so you decided that you were finally going to tell him. You had invited him out under the false pretences of your normal friendship dates because otherwise you’d blurt everything out to him and there was never a good time for that.

Logan’s leg hooked around yours under the table, holding some physical contact, a move he had been doing since you both were teenagers. You smiled at him, trying gently to pull away, but failing when he just did it again.

“Are you okay?” Logan questioned, noticing how you had barely looked at him once throughout the time you had been together, “You’re quiet- you can tell me anything, you know.”

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes, and swallowing hard, “There is something, actually, that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Logan hummed and subconsciously leaned forward, already engrossing himself in anything you’d have to say.

“I think I’m in love with-” you paused and noticed Logan’s body sagging down, with some sort of defeat, but ignored it, telling yourself you were reading into it too much, “- with- someone.”

“Oh? Someone?” his voice cracked and came out much higher pitched than he intended. He tried to sound excited, and it seemingly worked as it felt like you weren’t paying attention to him anymore, just frantic looking around.

You were both thrilled and nervous to continue, curious to how Logan would take it. Your voice came out shaky with frequent pauses yet still with an aura of enthusiasm, “You- you know him very well.”

Logan jumped up. It was the classic teenage boy line- everyone knew it. Surely you didn’t mean him, right? He was almost jumping up and down, giddiness running all through his blood. His smile was permanent, etched onto his face like a tattoo. You could see it from a mile away.

“I do?” he whispered. You noticed his smile and became more confident, ready to explode and tell him everything. Every feeling and moment that every made you smile, just as he was doing.

“Yeah. He’s a racer. Cute. Similar height to you. In F1 too. Similar-”

“A lot of similarities,” he butted in, radiating his joy around the room. For the first time ever, he was hopeful that he’d be able to tell you everything and know that everything he’s felt over the last almost decade was reciprocated.

He watched you laugh, scrunching his nose at how strained and unnatural it seemed, but ultimately blaming it on how nervous you must feel to admit it to him.

You didn’t say anything else, but Logan saw how you nodded towards the big glass windows. He turned around quickly, trying to see what you were nodding at, but couldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He shook it off and repositioned his gaze back onto you, who was still staring at your shoes and leg you had quickly untangled with his.

He kicked you playfully, grumbling about how you let go then watching another unnatural laugh come from you.

“Come on,” he teased, trying to get you to say what he wanted you so desperately to, “I think I know what you’re going to tell me. Just tell me, I know it’s reciprocated.”

You grinned for a moment, causing Logan to too, then dropping it.

“I-” you paused in your tracks, staring at the figure walking closer from behind Logan. Logan turned, seeing Oscar walk closer and closer, and waved at his friend, missing the way Oscar’s eyes were trained on you the whole time.

“Hi, mate. Listen, now might not be the best-” he stopped, staring at how Oscar just plopped down in the booth, right next to you, and his arm snaking around your waist with such ease and comfort, like he had done it millions of times before, “-time.”

He felt his heart stop and his breath hitch, both reflexes to stop him from throwing up. His eyes flicked around both of your figures, so close they had almost merged into one. The hand around your waist, the other on your thigh, the closeness to each other – all of it made him sick. His whole body went numb, except for his eyes which were so close to bursting a dam.

He blinked uncontrollably in an attempt to gain control of his body and eyes, and not showing how this affected him.

“This is what I wanted to tell you, Lo,” you smiled, your gaze on Oscar whilst his was on you, the whole time. You gestured between you, “I know that I should’ve told you, but it was all so quick. It hit me so fast, Lo. I really love him.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you, mate. I just love her,” Oscar grinned, only flicking his eyes to Logan for a minute before returning to focus on you.

“No- no,” Logan chocked, his voice cracking and having to take a deep breath before continuing, “I’m happy for you both- really happy.”

You smiled so brightly, brighter than Logan had ever seen it, and he could feel himself breaking. He was slouching, unable to find the energy to sit upright, and he tried to focus on his shoes but after seeing you and Oscar play footsies, he found interest in the plain wood table instead.

“Me and my two favourite people,” you sighed, happily, giggling when you and Oscar locked eyes again, no longer paying attention to how everything you said seemed to attack Logan even more, “Let me head to the bathroom, quickly.” You jumped up, squeezing past Oscar and scurrying away, desperate to get back.

“Listen, Logan-” Oscar started, before being cut off by a sharp shake of Logan’s head.

“You knew I was in love with her,” Logan started, his eyes welling up but with no point in hiding it anymore.

“It just happened, I’m really sorry.”

“Does she know?” Logan whispered, trying to sound strong, but his voice cracking and becoming easier to tell he was about to cry.

“Know what?”

“That I’m in love with her- that you know I’m in love with her.”

“No,” Oscar mumbled, “I’m sorry it happened like this. It didn’t mean to happen- you know, it just did.”

“Right,” Logan sighed, his head resting on the table. Everything added up in his head, the recent secrecy, the looking around all dinner, the booth instead of a table for two and he felt it all in his stomach, “Why do you have to have everything?”

“I-”

“No. You have to one up me with everything, why with her too?” he sniffled, rubbing his head to try and think straight for a moment. He waited for a reply and got nothing, not even an apologetic look. “I’ll leave you both to it then,” he decided, grabbing his coat and standing up.

“Mate-” Oscar started then realised it was no use and watched Logan walk up, his feelings evident in every step.

You came back a minute later, squeezing by Oscar, immediately noticing one less presence, “Where’s Logan gone?”

“He said he wanted up to enjoy a nice date,” Oscar lied with ease, withholding any of Logan’s true feelings.

“Oh,” you uttered, disappointment evident. You had planned to spend the night with both of them, finally getting to act like a couple around Oscar, now your heart aching at the plan being ruined.

“Come on, he wanted us to have fun. I know you wanted him here, but he wanted us to have a romantic date so let’s do it,” he grinned, kissing the side of your head.

You nodded, eager to spend any time with Oscar and quickly forgetting Logan to captivate yourself in conversation with Oscar.

[lavendertom]

The Neighbor Across the Street pt. 1

Mike Schmidt x Babysitter!f!Reader

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

wc: 1.9k

warnings: none! maybe small age gap (reader is 20, mike is like 23/24 ?) lmk if there’s something i missed by chance

summary: the neighbor across the street needs a babysitter, so you take the job, not knowing what’s in store for you as you grow closer to the siblings. pt. 1 of a multi part series!

could be seen as a prequel to my first work My Favorite Prize, but wasn’t written with the intention :) hopefully this doesn’t feel too long, i promise it gets better in pt 2! mostly exposition here 😌

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College was not the experience you’d expected at all. You lived at home deciding to attend community college, and you didn’t have many friends or the ‘college experience’ everyone else was having. You were lonely, but at least you went to bed in your own room every night rather than sharing a tiny dorm with an annoying roommate and zero privacy.

“I think I found a job for you, y/n.” you heard your mom say as you walked in the door, barely crossing the threshold.

She had been begging you to find a job for months now. You had an agreement with your parents that freshman year you would focus on your studies, but sophomore year you had to step up and start helping balance the burden of college tuition. It was now spring semester of sophomore year and you still had no job.

“Don’t hand me another McDonalds application, please.” you said with a sigh as you placed your keys and bag on the dining room table.

“You know the neighbor across the street, Mike?” you felt your heart drop with the mention of his name. How could you not know the neighbor across the street.

He immediately caught your attention the day he moved in with his sister. You knew he was a few years older than you, he wasn’t in school and he was constantly working. He was nice. Although, you’d never truly spoken to him besides introducing yourself back when he initially moved in and you were just a junior in high school. Your parents often helped him keep up with yard work when things got especially hard. Everyone knew they were struggling, it wasn’t that hard to tell.

“Yeah, I remember him.” Of course I remember Mike. He’s the neighbor that I’ve found a little too attractive since he moved in.

“I saw him this morning before work, he was telling me they’ve been in a really bad place lately. Abby’s babysitter quit, so I might’ve offered for you to stop by and help a few times a week.” your mother said, saying it as fast as possible so you couldn’t object.

“Really, mom?” you said sounding annoyed. “You couldn’t have talked to me about this before throwing me into it?”

“Listen, it won’t be that bad. I told him you’d stop by after dinner to just try it out, no commitment. He’ll be there while you just hang out with Abby for a few hours, you know how she is.” Abby was a sweet kid, just a little quieter than other kids her age.

“Okay fine, I’ll go. No promises this will work out.” You replied as you walked to your room, mentally preparing yourself for the evening ahead of you.

An hour later you found yourself at the doorstep of the Schmidt’s. You hesitantly raised your hand to knock on the door. You waited a moment until the door swung open.

You saw Mike standing in front of you and he honestly looked like a mess. His dark hair was all over the place and his eyes looked tired as can be. He was wearing a black hoodie, the front pocket was falling apart, and jeans that had dirt stains all over the front.

“Hey, y/n, right?” he said.

“Yeah, my mom told me you needed someone to help look after Abby.” you said, getting a good look at his eyes. This was the first time you’d ever seen them in detail. They were brown with a few specks of green and hazel in them. They were actually pretty nice to look at.

“Yeah,” he said with a chuckle, “I didn’t intend on accidentally hiring you for this. Sorry about that.”

“No, it’s totally fine.” you said chuckling yourself, looking down at your hands. “I’ve been needing a job, so it’s kind of a blessing in disguise.”

“You’re in college right? You’re studying… what was it again?” your mom must’ve really given him the rundown.

”Cybersecurity, second year.” you said with a small smile, blush creeping up on your face. You never got used to people complimenting your accomplishments even though you had been an honors student since 3rd grade.

“Right, that’s impressive.”

“Thanks.” you said, smiling sheepishly.

“Anyways, feel free to come in, Abby should be somewhere around here.” he said as he moved out of the doorway, welcoming you into the home.

The house looked cleaner than you’d expected, given the state of the outside of it. It was pretty ordinary and plain. He walked towards the living room, where you could see Abby laying on the ground. There was a TV in front of her playing some kind of old cartoon. An assortment of crayons, markers, and other art supplies were sprawled all across the ground.

“Hey Abs, I want you to meet someone.” Mike said to the young girl. You walked over to stand beside him. “This is y/n, she’s going to hang out with you for a bit today, okay?”

“Hi Abby, it’s nice to meet you!” you said with a smile.

Abby looked at Mike as he spoke, then looked at you, back at Mike again, before finally going back to whatever she was drawing earlier.

“She’s gonna be a little shy at first.” he whispered to you. “Once you start talking to her she should hopefully open up a bit. I’m gonna catch up on some stuff around the house if you need anything.” he gave you a reassuring smile before walking away.

“What kind of drawing is that?” you said in an attempt to start conversation with the girl. She looked at you for a moment before looking back down. This is going to be a long night.

You decided that your initial approach wasn’t going to work. So, you got down to her level. You sat down next to her on the ground, grabbing a piece of paper and marker.

“I like drawing too, you know. Give me the name of any cartoon character and I can draw it for you.” you said softly.

She gave you a side eye, before turning her head towards your face. “Any character?”

“Yup, any character.” you said with a smile.

“Felix the Cat.” she said just before turning her attention back to the paper in front of her. This girl knows her stuff.

After a few minutes of sketching the character, you set the paper down in front of her. She paused her own work, taking the paper into her hands. She looked at you again.

“Can you draw Yogi Bear?” She commented while still looking at the sketch in her hands, sitting up just a bit straighter.

“Sure.” you said before grabbing more paper and markers.

Before you knew it, there was a large stack of drawings from the two of you featuring all sorts of characters ranging from Mickey Mouse to the Powerpuff Girls. The two of you had been doodling for almost 3 hours now, pausing every so often to talk about why they chose the characters they chose. The two of you were now discussing your favorite drawings of the night.

“I think my favorite is…” Abby began before thinking for a moment, “Courage the Cowardly Dog.”

“That’s a good one. Look at how good your drawing is!” you said to the young girl as you both laid on the ground flipping through the pages of art.

“Not as good as yours y/n!” Abby said to you, holding a stack of her favorites in her hands.

The two of you continued your conversation as Mike returned back to check in on you guys. He was genuinely surprised at how quickly Abby opened up to your company. He stood out of the girls sights for just a moment longer, taking in the sounds of laughter coming from both his sister and you.

“Hey Abs, it’s getting late, you wanna get ready for bed?” he said as he walked into the room.

“Mikeee!” Abby whined. “I’m having so much fun with y/n. Please can I stay up a little longer?”

“It’s okay Abby, I’ll be back again soon and we can do it all over again.” you reassured the girl with a smile.

“Do you promise?” she asked you.

“I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Of course!” you said with a laugh, pinky promising that you’d be back. Mike watched the interaction unfold with a smile.

“Alright, go get ready for bed, I’ll come tuck you in soon.” Mike told his sister.

“Bye y/n!” Abby shouted as she made her way to her room.

“So, how was she?” Mike asked you as you stood up from the floor, attempting to tidy up some of the mess you both made.

“Great, actually. I thought she adjusted fairly quickly. You’ve got quite the picasso on your hands.” you said as you quickly gestured to the now extremely messy floor.

“It’s one of the only things that keeps her entertained.” he said with a small chuckle. “But in all seriousness, I can tell she really trusts you. She hasn’t had a babysitter who actually cared for her like this in a while.”

“It was fun, I’m glad it seemed like she had a good time.” you said with a smile. “So when do you think you’ll need me here again?”

“Is tomorrow too soon?”

“No that’s perfect. Already looking forward to it.”

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, y/n.”

“Seriously, I’m happy to help. I really did have a great time with Abby.”

“Tomorrow it is then.” he said before shuffling through his pockets for a few dollars, attempting to hand you them. “Here, take this for coming on such short notice.”

“Mike, it’s fine. I really don’t mind. You need it more than I do.” you said with a small smile.

“You sure?” he said, almost as if he had to convince himself it was okay.

“I’m sure.” you said as you headed towards the front door. “I think I’m gonna head out now.”

“Thanks again, y/n.” he said through the door as you walked out, the cool night air hitting your face.

“Of course, anytime. See you tomorrow.” you said with a small wave. You walked home with a different feeling inside. You knew taking this little job to help out the neighbor you never attempted to truly get to know was gonna be fun.

Mike shut the door after making sure you crossed the street safely, making his way to Abby’s room.

“Y/n is really fun, Mike.” she said as she pulled the covers over her body.

“That’s good, Abs.” he said as he grabbed one of her favorite teddy bears, handing it to her.

“I think we’re going to be best friends.” she said smiling at the new assortment of drawings she already managed to tape to her walls.

“You be nice to her, okay Abby?” he said to her. “I know how you can get, don’t screw this one up.”

“Okay Mike.” she said groaning, rolling her eyes slightly.

He shut off the lamp next to her bed, giving his sister a small kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, Abby.”

He shut the door to Abby’s room, making his way back to the living room floor to clean up the mess that was still there. He grabbed one of the left over papers, admiring the assortment of characters on the paper. Right in the middle of it all were two stick figures which could only be assumed to be you and Abby.

He smiled at it, recognizing he had a good feeling about this babysitter. Not only because of how it could help Abby, but because he finally got the neighbor girl to break out of her own shell. Maybe it could even help him too.

[starlightsalvatore]

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

heyooo - dabbling with a klaus fic hehe - should I do a part two for what they get up to after this? lmk!! and as always lmk what you think :) writing for the vampire diaries is very new to me so any feedback is appreciated! 

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: after a deadly encounter with a werewolf, an old ‘friend’ comes to your rescue

word count: 1.3k (short and sweet!) 

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, typical tvdu stuff

You shivered as Damon wrapped his blankets around you, gently sitting beside you as he held a blood bag up to your lips, which you accepted gratefully and sucked down rather feverishly. “Can I get you anything?” he asked, those intense blue eyes swimming with more emotion than you’d ever seen.

You softly shook your head, “the only thing you can do for me is to stop looking at me like that,” you whispered and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, Miss Conceited, I’m not looking at you like anything,” he teased and you chuckled though it was immediately followed by a wince as pain reverberated through every nerve ending. “You should get some rest, okay? I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” You nodded as he left, letting out an exhale when you were finally alone for the first time since it all happened. You were putting on a brave face for everyone else, assuring Elena you were going to be okay and making her promise she wouldn’t come by the house for her own safety and you’d kept your goodbyes brief, joking throughout… saying things like it’s a miracle I haven’t died sooner, don’t look so sad, but in reality you were terrified. You weren’t ready, your life felt so... unfinished. You hadn’t truly loved anyone yet or even been loved, things were far too chaotic to even think about having a love life. The furthest you’d ever been from Mystic Falls was a family road trip to Texas for a reunion your parents dragged you to just before they both died. 

Your dreams felt muddled, a mix of childhood memories and moments with your friends when shit wasn’t hitting the fan… it genuinely felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as you slept and you awoke suddenly unrested and straining to hear a voice on the other side of the door. “You know, one voicemail works just as well as a dozen.” It couldn’t be.

“No…” you muttered as the door opened, shifting to sit upright but failing as you grunted in pain, watching the blonde man slowly walk towards you and settle beside you. “No, this isn’t real, this is a hallucination.”

“I’m afraid I’m very real,” he replied, accent thick as he looked down at you and you poked his arm, stunned to find it wasn’t an apparition.

“Nope, this is- this is Stefan, or Damon and my brain is just playing some really evil twisted joke on me,” you coughed out.

“I’m offended, love. I’ve traveled all this way just to see you and you liken me to the Salvatore brothers,” he said and you blinked a few times as you accepted he really was here. “Playing with werewolves, are we?” he asked, fingers delicately brushing your shirt aside to reveal the mark just above your collarbone.

“Thought it was a golden retriever,” you rasped and he chuckled.

“Your friends downstairs were very adamant in my coming to save you,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Is that what you’re here to do, Klaus? Or are you going to dangle salvation in front of me before making a ridiculous demand?” you asked and he smirked. He always found you amusing, if not annoying at times, there was a point in which you had him completely wrapped around your finger… something you exploited to the benefit of you and your friends whenever it suited you. And he let you, time and time again, because the moments in which you’d allow him to be within your orbit, or accept the countless gifts he left at your doorstep gave him a glimmer of hope that one day you’d let him give you more. He wanted to show you the world, but you’d extinguished any of that hope he’d had by slamming the door in his face the last time you saw each other.

“I’m here to save your life if you’ll let me,” he answered and you almost rolled your eyes. 

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, love. I’m just here out of the kindness of my heart,” he said and now you did roll your eyes.

“Come on, Klaus. I know you better than that. There’s no such thing as the kindness of your heart because it’s cold and dead,” you shot back. “What do you want?” Your tenacity with him was always the most intriguing, you challenged him… made him want to be better but unfortunately with you it seemed there was nothing he could do to win you over.

“Perhaps I do want something, the question is if your life is worth obliging my simple request?” he proposed.

“Please do drag this out further, it’s not like I’m on a clock here,” you coughed out. 

“I want you to take me up on my previous offer… in exchange my blood is as good as yours,” he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“My answer is the same as it was then.”

“I’m afraid there’s no door for you to slam in my face, love. Would you really rather die than allow me the honor of showing you the world?” he asked and you didn’t miss the way hurt seeped into his tone, though he was trying his best to hide it. 

“Yes,” you answered, voice wavering.

“Perhaps I should let you suffer, consider it a delayed punishment for your continual disrespect,” he said and you chuckled.

“Then go ahead, Klaus. Doors over there,” you said, wincing as you shifted your position. “You never had any intention of saving my life,” you accused and now the hurt was clear as day on his face.

“Do you really think so low of me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I don’t think of you at all.” you answered, hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he responded and as he stood to leave you’d never been more unsure, questioning if this was the right way to play it. Just as he reached the door frame you doubled over in a coughing fit, leaning over the side of the bed as blood dribbled from your mouth and he felt physical pain at the sight. He was back by your side in an instant, tugging you into him and placing his arm in front of you. “Drink, please.” You looked up at him through your lashes, but he just nodded, eyes pleading with you and you let your fangs sink into the skin of his wrist. With each gulp you felt your energy restore and the pain disappear. As you drank he brushed your shirt aside again to watch the wound heal for himself. 

You pulled away but didn’t make any move to leave his lap, allowing him to keep his arms around you for a moment… but just a moment before you leaned back, “three months.” you said suddenly and you saw an emotion you’d never really seen from him… confusion. 

“What?” he asked and you smirked.

“You had your terms, I’m negotiating,” you answered and you watched realization settle across his features.

“What changed your mind?” He couldn’t stop his smile from spreading into a grin.

“I was bluffing,” you said and his grin faltered. “Yet, you still gave me your blood without forcing me to comply… maybe that heart of yours isn’t as cold and dead as I thought.”

“I thought you didn’t think of me?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Maybe I do. You get three months, no more no less… that’s the deal,” you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake and when he grasped it he yanked you a little closer.

“Once we get started you’ll be begging me for more time,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, that’s up to you to prove it worth my time… but that’s all I’m promising.” 

“That’s all I need, love.”

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[kosmokai]

okay wait.. LEMME COOK. (this is a lil snippet of a fic i was thinking of.. lmk if u want me to make a full thing to it cause idk if i like it) alsoo thought of this while listening to chase atlantic’s tidal wave, so that’s probably what it’s gonna be called ‼️

nsfw under the cut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

so, beomgyu is at the beach with a few close friends, just for a casual outing. his friends wandered off to do something, surfing if he heard correctly, but he couldn’t be bothered to learn so he eventually found himself at the bar.

as soon as he walked in, he caught a glimpse of the prettiest girl he had ever seen… cute little two piece, skirt at the bottom, crocheted bra at the top, make up and hairstyle cute with a few accessories to top it all off was what she had on.. she— no, you, were beautiful.

of course, after seeing you, beomgyu chose to walk over to where you where, and sat a few seats away so it wasn’t… weird or anything. you saw him soon after and said hello, taking his order.

“you guys have anything interesting? something i wouldn’t find somewhere else?” you’re usual response got caught in your through as your pretty, pink lip gloss covered lips closed. “mm… well, we have a new cocktail we made a few days ago, but it’s still known beta so i’m not sure it would taste the best-” “i’ll have that. what’s it called?”

you smiled, really getting a good look at who was in front of you. his blonde locks, fluffy and covering his eyebrows, relaxed and calm expression.. he was handsome. pretty, even. but that’s besides the point. “tidal wave. cause it’s blue and stuff, and it has a kinda beach-y taste, if that makes sense. just wanted to tap into the environment, i guess!”

you smiled, taking the crinkled ten dollar note from him, smiling even more when he refused to accept the change. after a few minutes, you placed his cocktail in front of him, and he was speechless.

to sum it up, it was blue hue at the top and clear at the bottom, in a shallow like glass. there was a lemon and a little yellow striped umbrella inside, with some— uh, peach coloured shaved ice at the side of the top to resemble sand. on the opposite side along with the lemon and umbrella, was a piece of ice, somehow shaped like an ocean wave.

“it’s pretty..” he muttered a little loudly, not noticing your smug smile. pretty drink served by a pretty girl? that’s probably the first time he’s gotten the best of both worlds in one night. but little did you know, he was about to rock yours.

“thank you. enjoy!” as you were about to walk away, he shouted a little loudly. “keys! your keys.” you had left them on the counter next to him, after having to unlock the ice room for his drink. “oh my god, thank you! thanks for you i won’t get fired today.” he smiled, more of a smirk, and spoke. “don’t mention it,—“

he stopped, realising he didn’t catch your name. “oh, _______.” “pretty name for a pretty girl.. who serves pretty drinks.” you turned back to him, stopping your attempt at walking away so you didn’t have to stare into his eyes again. only because you’d find yourself staring.

“you are..?” “beomgyu. or gyu. both work.” he started sipping at his drink, a satisfied look on his face that set ease at yours. “cute. call me to clean up your drink, we can talk more.” you paused as you walked away, “gyu.” a wink flashed against your eye as you finally walked off, leaving him to smirk dumbly.

if he wasn’t feeling flattered, he would’ve been thinking about all the ways he could have you, take care, or rather, fuck you so well that you’d flush out, creating a tidal wave of your own.. right between your pretty thighs.

but oh well, guess he’ll think about that after finishing his cocktail.

THOUGHTS?? might make a whole fic abt it if u guys want :3

[dinsdjrn]

things that haven't happened yet | javier pena

javier pena x bottle girl!f!reader

summary: they kept everything professional, but some things change. [w.c 2.8k]

warnings: 18+, smut and angst, reader is an informant in danger, oral (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, ambiguous ending ig (?) as always if i missed something lmk!

a/n: anyone else have the i can see you brain rot rn... bc i have 17 requests i could have written but this came out of me instead... please be gentle with it im... strugglin to post.

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It was the early hours of the morning as you walked briskly through the streets after your shift. You kept your head down and all that you could hear was the soft rise and fall of your breathing. You weren’t walking fast enough to warrant heavy breathing, but you did carry information that made your chest rise and fall as if you had sprinted to the familiar apartment.

You rasped on the door three times, no answer. You knocked again, harder this time. 

It swung open and revealed a very tired Javier Peña.

“What the fu- what are you doing here?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, but this can’t wait,” Your eyes shifted over your shoulder. 

He studied your face for a moment before bringing you in.

“And you’re sure the information is good?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“As good as my life, Javier.” You let out a shaky breath. 

“Shit,” He spoke to himself. 

“I was the only one in there with Diego and Felix. They don’t trust any of the other girls,” You chuckled at the irony of everything. “They think they’re all sleeping with you.” 

“And you?” He said. 

“Nobody sees me as more than the bottle girl who won’t put out. I’m the only one that knows, and I know it’s information you can use. It’ll put a target on my back, so it would be a really great time for that visa you promised me.” 

He turned rubbing his hand across his chin and made his way to the phone against the wall. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing that if the DEA didn’t protect you this information could cost you your life. You were the only girl in the private booth, there was no other fly on the wall.

Javier was quiet about his conversation, he would turn back and look at you periodically. You were hopeful, but you weren’t stupid, if they couldn’t get you out you’d have to flee. An out with the US DEA is much more likely to result in life than fleeing through the Colombian jungle. 

“Okay, gracias,” Javier hung the phone up and walked to a drawer in the kitchen. 

He handed you a passport and envelope. You flipped open and saw your face but not your name.

“How long have you had this?” You asked, taken aback. 

“Not long, but we knew you would need it sooner rather than later.” He said. 

“Okay,” you said. “I guess it’s time to disappear.”

“We can book you on a flight tomorrow night, it gives you time to say goodbye to any family.”

“It’s just me, don’t have anyone to say goodbye to,” You laughed awkwardly, 

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching toward you. 

“I’m a fly on the wall, Agent Peña. It’s easier not to have anyone, better to go unnoticed,” 

“You haven’t gone unnoticed,” He said, stepping closer to you. The air became thick and heavy with tension. 

“I should go, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” You said, placing the envelope of cash and your new passport in your bag. 

“As far as I’m concerned, we no longer have business with one another,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip, pondering the accusation. He was right, and it wasn’t like Javier Peña was a hard sell. He was gorgeous and he knew it. 

“I should pack, if I’m to make this flight,” You said, stepping toward him this time your hand coming to rest gently on his chest.

He gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. The intensity of his gaze made you desperate to shy away, but he had a pull to him that made it impossible. 

“There’s a lot of things you should do,” he emphasized, “But stay, please. Just for tonight,” He spoke softly. 

His hand drifted down your neck to your collarbone where he brushed the strap of your black tank top off your shoulder. 

“Javier, I’m nobody. I-,” you paused, “I’m going to disappear.” 

“You’ve always been somebody to me, hermosa,” he kissed your shoulder where your tank top had previously rested. 

“Since the moment I met you, I knew you were more than what you gave yourself,” He spoke. 

Before you had time to respond he gently nipped at your neck eliciting a soft gasp from you. 

“Tell me stop,” He spoke seriously as he continued to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“Javier,” you hesitated, sounding more like a question than a warning. 

“If you don’t want to do this, you need to tell me to stop,” he looked at your face again trying to decipher any hint of fear or regret. 

His large hand held your jaw gently and his thumb slowly rubbed your cheek. He was comforting and reassuring. It almost felt wrong for the stone cold DEA agent, Javier Peña, to be looking at you with soft eyes and affectionate touches. 

You leaned up toward him, your lips were so close to his you could feel his breath against yours. 

“Don’t. Don’t stop,”  

And that was all he needed before his lips encapsulated yours in an all encompassing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke all the words Javi couldn’t. Passion, lust, and remorse for the situation he put you in. 

Your mouths moved against one another as if you had been starved of kisses your whole lives. Javier gently bit your bottom lip causing a soft moan to escape you. 

Your soft moan ignited something within him. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands gripping tightly at your waist and he forcefully turned your back to him. He pushed you toward the wall and you placed your hands against it. 

His hands pulled your hips into his own, grinding himself against your ass. 

“Ah, fuck,” He groaned, “Baby you are so fucking hot,” 

“Javi,” you sighed.

His hands had begun to work your tank top away from your skirt they explored under the thin material and up your back unclasping your bra. He crouched slightly gripping your hips again and kissed your back. His hands dragged your shirt up your sides once again, stopping just below your breast. You swear you heard him inhale sharply, you arched your back slightly knowing you would grind against the strained package in his jeans. 

He growled at the sensation pulling your shirt and bra over your head and throwing across the room.

He flipped you around again, pressing your back to the wall, and pushing himself against you. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and legs around his hips. He used one hand to grip your thigh tightly holding you up. This caused your skirt to ride up your thighs and your panties to be directly against Javi’s jeans. You could feel his cock painfully hard pushing against the material and there was too much fabric between you. 

Before you had a chance to say anything Javier’s lips found yours again, this time more lustful, passionate and messy than before. Your tongue danced with his as you brought your hands to his chest to make quick work of his button up. He let go of your leg and you gently brought your feet to the floor as you pushed the cotton t-shirt off his shoulders.

You took a second to drink him in as you began to work on his belt. He was lean and tan, and looked like the devil himself with his hair tossed and chest rising and falling heavily. 

As you unbuttoned his jeans, he brought his hands to your breasts massaging your nipples into hard peaks. 

He had brought his mouth to your nipple gently swirling it around his tongue before dragging his teeth across it. You whimpered at the sensation, head falling back against the wall and hips bucking toward him. He made sure to give the same attention and care to the other nipple before slowly kissing down your belly. 

“Fuck Javi, on your knees,” you instructed breathlessly. 

He sank onto his knees, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs pushing your skirt up to reveal your soaking panties. 

“Fuck baby, so ready for me,” he inhaled before kissing the small article of clothing. 

His fingers hooked on either side of the lace waistband pulling them down your legs. Once they reached your ankles you kicked them off anxiously awaiting Javi’s mouth to find your pussy. 

He kissed up your thighs and slowly licked the space where the inside of your thigh met your hip. you raised one leg over his shoulder, spreading yourself for him. He used his tongue to lick between your folds up until he found your clit. 

Your knees were weak and he held you against the wall. Working his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen and you knew you wouldn’t last long. 

Strings of moans, curses, and Javier’s name fell from your lips as you began to come undone. 

“Fuck, shi-,” you cursed as Javi’s fingers began toying with your opening. 

“So fucking wet for me baby,” He praised.

“You want my hands too, princesa?” He put his lips against you again gently sucking your clit. 

“I’m no princess, Javier,” you said as you ran your hands through his hair. 

“Hmm, you didn’t answer the question,” he pulled away from you momentarily, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Fuck me with your fingers, Javi. And quit being such a teasing asshole,” You tugged his hair back toward you. 

“You have no idea how big an asshole I can be, princessa,” he teased, immediately pushing two fingers inside you before you could respond. 

You gasped at the sensation, he shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up, still pumping his fingers inside you curling them exactly where you needed to be sent into a fit of whimpers and moans. His thumb found your clit circling with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. His mouth found your neck nipping and sucking at your most sensitive spot just behind your ear. 

“Javi, babe, so close,” You panted. 

“Don’t be shy, come on my fingers. Tell me how good you feel, hermosa,” Javi spoke roughly in your ear. 

“Fuck, so fucking good Javier,” you mewled and with that your first orgasm came crashing over you. Whimpers and moans spilled from you as the waves of pleasure coursed through you. 

Javier brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them before bringing his thumb to your lips. 

“You are so fucking special, I wish we had done this sooner,” He sighed. 

“You should never mix business with pleasure, Agent Pena,” You spoke softly. 

“Yes, we are keeping it very fucking professional,” He spoke before kissing you again. He gripped your thigh just below your ass and you kissed him back feverishly. 

Your hands moved just below the waist band of Javi’s jeans again, this time pushing them down over his ass. He broke the kiss to push them down the rest of the way and remove them. Leaving you both in nearly nothing. 

He pulled you toward the couch guiding you between kisses. He sat down on the leather couch and you drank him in all over again. The way his legs lazily spread apart making him even broader. His arms reached for you. 

“You can have a seat if you’d like,” He said gently tugging your waist toward him. 

You pulled back slightly, “I will, but first we need to make sure you’re comfortable,” 

He hummed in response. You kneeled before him, kissing his thighs and nipping at them slightly. 

Your hands tugged at the waistband of his briefs and he lifted his hips slightly so that they would be more easily removed. His cock sprung free onto his stomach, the tip reddened and leaking precum. You knew he must’ve been painful strained in his jeans. 

You stood in front of him and hiked your skirt above your waist as you brought your thighs to either side of his hips. You slowly began to grind onto his cock nothing in the way to feel how hard he was against you. His hips bucked to meet yours. 

“Let me fuck you, I want see you bounce on my cock,” He said clearly unable to contain himself. 

“Please,” you begged. 

You slowly raised yourself again, positioning him at your entrance. You slowly brought your hips down to meet his, you both groaned at the sensation. He was big and full and began slowly rocking his hips against yours. 

His hands found their way around your back. One on your lower back to steady you, the other gripping your shoulder. you slowly began to rise and fall against him, riding him back and forth. 

“Jesus, fuck- so fucking tight,” He groaned. 

“So fucking perfect for me, princessa,” he continued. 

His hips began to thrust to meet yours as moans and the slapping of skin filled the room. You both were blissed out on the feeling of his cock ramming into your pussy, it was addicting the sounds coming from him. 

With every thrust his hips dragged across your clit, bringing you even closer to your orgasm. His mouth found your breast once again gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin surrounding your nipple as you bounced. 

His thrusts became more erratic as you went and you knew that neither of you were going to last much longer. 

“Javier, fuck, so close. So so good baby,” You whimpered.

“Waited so fucking long for you,” He mumbled. “Needed to see you, know you.” 

You brought your lips to his neck, changing the angle slightly. Javi was ramming into you now, both of you quickly coming undone. 

Your orgasm washed over you first as you groaned and cried Javier’s name. 

“Oh fuck gonna-“ He said pulling out of you, gripping his cock. Quickly coming on your skirt and his own hand.

His hip bucked a few more times and his face twisted and he let out a few moans. 

You collapsed onto his chest and he began gently stroking your back. You were both hot and sticky but your post orgasmic bliss took over. Neither of you made any rush to move or speak for nearly ten minutes. Your mind raced with the possibility of tomorrow 

“Thank you, Javier. Just for everything,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes at the finality of everything. 

“Hm. Your thank you is starting to sound an awful lot like goodbye,” 

“Javi,” You whispered an edge to your tone. You pushed yourself off him. 

“I think we should clean up,” you sighed and made your way down the hall to the bathroom. 

Javier followed suit, neither of you said anything as you rinsed your legs and skirt off. You sighed frustrated as your skirt was now damp and you would have to wear it home. 

“I have something you can wear home,” he said while he washed his hands. 

“Uh Javi- it’s okay,” your words fell over one another. 

“You could also just stay here,” He said, reaching for you. 

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” You took his hand in yours and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“We could protect you here. I won’t let them touch you, I just fuck-“ he ran a hand through his hair.

You didn’t know much about Javier but you knew he could be soft with those he cared about and he was always soft with you. You knew he could be an asshole, but he had losses not many could understand. 

“You and I both know that’s not possible,” You kissed his hand. 

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. You’ll be here bringing Colombia back to peace, and I will be another notch in your playbook,” You let go of his hand and made your way back to the living room. 

You grabbed your discarded bra and tank top slipping them back on. Javier joined you in the living room a few moments later, now clad in sweatpants and holding a pair out for you. 

“Thanks,” You smiled at him, slipping your skirt off and the soft sweats on. 

“Hey, uh- before you go,” Javi shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable. 

You looked up at him. 

“Just, when you get somewhere safe. Find a way to let me know, ok?” He said holding out a small note card with an address scribbled on it. 

You smiled at him sighing.

“Goodbye Javi,” You kissed his cheek and brushed past him to the door. 

It hurt knowing you were leaving your home. And as the warm air of the Colombian night hit you for what may be the last time, you realized, you finally had someone to say goodbye to.

tags: @skysmiller @beskarandblasters @harriedandharassed @cupofjoel @darkroastjoel @tightjeansjavi @morning-star-joy @sinsofsummers @cavillscurls @thetriumphantpanda & will be tagging main taglist just wanna get this posted!!

[problemchildtm]

The Prophecy

Derek Morgan x fem BAU!Reader

Hurt/comfort

A/n: I feel like the beginning is a bit rushed but I'm overall happy with how this came out :)

Warnings: swearing, self deprecating thoughts, angst, lmk if I missed anything!

“I can’t do this anymore, we’re done. I’m sorry.”

That was the text you came back to after chasing an unsub for what felt like forever. You’ve been dumped via text before and it sucked. Your ex didn’t even have the decency to call. It wasn’t surprising. This guy was just the next thread in a string of terrible relationships.  

You weren’t hurt over the loss of the relationship, more so by the method and the lingering impression it left. You’d been scrambling to find love and in your efforts, you came to a realization: Love wasn’t meant for you. How could it be when every time you thought you found love it was ripped away without a second thought? The guys that were interested in you were awful and the one that interested you was forbidden. It was common knowledge that inter-team relationships were a no-go and even if they weren’t it’s not like the object of your affection shared your feelings. It was just your luck that you fell head over heels in love with one person you couldn't have. This only furthered the loveless thoughts and it didn’t help that you and Derek grew closer by the minute. He was always hyper-aware of you and it was no different tonight. 

As the final things related to the case finished, Hotch encouraged everyone to go back to the hotel and rest up before the morning flight. That was when the gravity of your prior thoughts hit you. You were tired of being hurt. The pain was etched on your face and, of course, Derek noticed. Unluckily for you, Derek was your bunk buddy for this case so there was no escaping his inevitable interrogation. He didn’t pry on the drive to the hotel, rather let the radio ease your mind. He didn’t even pester you when you got into the hotel room. You thought you were safe when he left you alone before and after his shower but you weren’t that lucky. “Is everything okay with you? You seem off.” Sighing you gave in, deciding lying wasn’t worth the trouble. “I just got dumped” Furrowing his brow he asked, “When? I didn’t see you answer your phone at all.” You opened the conversation between you and your ex and handed Derek the phone. “There was nothing to answer, he never called.” Derek looked angrier than you. Sensing this wasn’t the time to insult your idiot of an ex, he went to comfort you. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I think I’m gonna die alone” you stated. Taken aback Derek questioned your thought process. Your nonchalance quickly shifted as months of pent-up feelings resurfaced. “I meet someone and it’s like catching lightning in a bottle then it’s gone again. No one worthwhile has liked me like that and I’m not getting any younger,” you explained. Derek, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out how someone like you could think that. He kept trying to convince you that you were wrong but you wouldn’t budge. You were stubborn, it was something he liked about you in most cases. The back and forth continued and you were growing more annoyed by the second. You couldn’t get through to him at all. He left no room for you to talk down on yourself and to make it even worse he insisted on maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Sighing in frustration you tried to look anywhere else. “It’s like… there’s some invisible prophecy damning my love life to an eternity of barrenness.” If it weren’t for the embarrassment of the situation pulsing through your veins you’d have the courage to look up at him. “That’s oddly poetic,” he replied absentmindedly. After a short wave of silence, he continued his thought. “The failure of your past relationships doesn’t mean you’re doomed romantically you know.” You couldn’t help but scoff at his comment. “Derek please I got cursed like Eve got bitten.” Derek opened his mouth to respond but you kept talking before he could. “I know it sounds pathetic but I’ve always told myself a lesser woman would’ve lost hope after being crushed time and time again. Yet at the same time, a greater woman wouldn’t beg for happiness.” 

The outside world's sound couldn’t be louder as the two of you sat awkwardly. Derek wanted to speak up but whenever he tried, the words got caught in his throat. On the flip side, the quiet only egged you on. After the near breakdown you just had there was no going back. In truth, it felt nice to get everything off your chest. The self-deprecating thoughts had plagued your mind for some time and the act of bottling it all up was beyond exhausting. Regardless of the relief, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed. People go through worse daily and the case you quite literally just finished was a testament to that. Exasperated, you continued. “And I sound like an infant crying about something completely made up. I’m just so afraid I sealed my fate and will never find love.” Tears began to prick your eyes despite the efforts to compose yourself. Maybe it was the stress of the case catching up to you. Maybe it was the irony of venting about your failed love life to the man you were currently in love with. Either way, the dam was beginning to break. Just before the waterworks started you managed to get out a final plea to the sky: “Please, I don’t want money, I just want someone who wants my company. Let it once be me. For fucks sake who do I have to speak to about if we can redo the prophecy?” 

Teary-eyed you glanced at Derek and saw a look you couldn’t decipher. It was easy to see the sympathy laced with sadness buried within his brown eyes, but there was something else. If you didn’t know any better you’d say it was a look of regret. That glance turned into a full-blown stare. The tension in the room was palpable. Derek finally decided to cut it. “I wish you wouldn’t talk about yourself like that.” Confused you stared at him, hoping he would continue. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asked unexpectedly. The staring continued for a beat until you could gather your thoughts. “You don’t have to do this because you feel bad for me. I don’t need or want your pity date.” In signature Derek Morgan fashion he laid the charm on and said, “I’m offended you think I would ask you out for any reason other than me wanting to.” The previous confusion only grew after his statement and even more so after you agreed. You hoped for some acknowledgment of the situation or a confession but it was nothing. After you said yes to his invitation, he wiped away the remaining tears on your cheeks, kissed you on the forehead, carried you to your respective bed, and then climbed into his own. The situation kept you up for who knows how long. 

The next morning everything was almost normal. The only differences being the lack of weight on your shoulders and the onslaught of affection from Derek. It’s like he completely ignored or forgot what happened the night before. It felt nice to be liked by the man you loved but something was wrong. The day continued in the same fashion until you received a text from the center of your uncertainty: “Can I pick you up at 7 tn? You sent a quick reply and went on with your day, all while trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within. Before you knew it, the time read seven o’clock and there was a knock on your door. You opened the door to find none other than Derek Morgan looking dashingly handsome, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The sight made a lot of your worries momentarily disappear. They came back when he started talking. 

He stood there for a second, silently admiring you. The admiration was followed by a breathless “You’re beautiful.” You thanked him with a smile and started walking outside when he stopped you. He took a deep breath and began talking. “Before we go, we need to talk about the hotel room.” You grimaced at the mention of it and he noticed. “I know it’s hard but I need to get it off my chest. First off I wanna apologize for leaving you hanging after you confided in me. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say; more like there was so much I wanted to say but couldn’t and I for damn sure wasn’t going to mess this up before it really started. I know my indecisiveness probably left you feeling a lot worse than you already did and I’m genuinely so sorry for that. The truth is I’ve liked you for a long time, way before Keith or David.” You cut him off with a giggle. “You mean Kenneth and Daniel?” Rolling his eyes he responded, “Whatever their names are they didn’t deserve you, and they definitely had no room to make you feel as though you were unloveable because you are.” He took a pause and you filled it. “How are you so sure that I am?” You asked gently. “I know you’re lovable because I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for a year and sat back because I thought you were happy with those boys and now that I know you weren’t I refuse to give up on the possibility of us. Let me be the one to change the prophecy. I’d rewrite every damn word of it if it meant I had a chance in hell to be loved by you.” Lost for words, you lent up and kissed him while he happily reciprocated.  

You don’t know how long the two of you stood there but you do know that the date went amazing as did every other date that followed. It was pretty safe to say the curse had been lifted and whoever wrote the previous chapters of your love life completely flipped the script this time around. 

[babiebom]

Howdy do! I just found your blog not too long ago and I already absolutely love your headcanons for everyone! (Esp my baby, Seb). I was wondering if you could possibly do like headcanons or a scenario of Mr. Qi finding out that y/n/the farmer is preggo with his kid? (assuming that they would already be married or together in some way). If not, then that's totally okay! I just think that he'd be a really good dad and hubby

A/N: HIII lmao the howdy lowkey triggered me(not in a bad way I promise I’m just southern) but yes it’s no problem at all!! Idk which you’d prefer of headcanons or a scenario so I’m going to combine them <3 hope you enjoy!!

Tw: some cursing, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy troubles, I refer to him as Qi instead of Mr.Qi bc I think it would be strange to refer to your husband like that lmao. M

AFAB reader lmk if I should tag anything else!!

Bc/wc: 10/ I think around 400-500

Stardew Valley Masterlist

I think if you get pregnant it’s because you were purposefully trying to have a baby

Like dude is taking no chances he is not in his slutty era he likes being cool and mysterious and being a baby daddy to random kids is not that

I personally think that he wouldn’t jump for joy or anything

Like yes he’s excited and happy but I don’t think that’s him at all

That baby would actually be the most loved child because again I don’t think he’d just be making a baby if he wasn’t a hundred percent sure he wanted one.

Actually would spend so much time trying to make everything as comfortable as possible for you

Helps with all the decorating even if he has a few odd tastes

I think he knows a few tricks to be more comfortable during pregnancy and labor

Is absolutely already getting everything ready for labor even if you just find out that you’re pregnant

Again I think he is more excited than he shows. He’s just good at maintaining a clam exterior

After months of negative tests, your excitement and hope has dwindled. Like yeah, getting pregnant takes some time but it still hurt every single time you didn’t get what you want. But now, by the grace of whatever God there may be, you’re holding a positive test in your hand while three others sit on the counter in front of you. You haven’t even pulled your pants up because after the first test had come back positive you had sat back down on the toilet to take another test.

Everything you had been wanting is coming true, and while things could go wrong between now and nine months ahead of you, you still feel the excitement crawling its way into your body after being lost. You can’t help the squeals of excitement that leave your mouth as you struggle to breathe and dance around in happiness with your pants still at your ankles.

There was so much to do, so much to plan. Baby showers, getting a birth plan, your hospital bag, the nursery, working more so you have enough money to splurge, baby clothes, diapers, decorations, doctor’s appointments…there’s so much that you’re unable to keep the joy in.

And you still had to tell your husband. You wanted to have a cute little reveal for him, to let him know that the two of you had finally achieved the first part of your dreams, but the actual you knew that you would have no time really to plan, nor do you think he would be surprised. He somehow always had a way of knowing things you didn’t.

Without any predictability, Qi walks into your home, the only way you’re able to tell is the front door closing a bit loudly. Quickly you pull up your pants and gather the positive tests, shoving them all into the boxes hands shaking with your giddiness. “You’re home!” You run over and engulf your husband with a hug. He grasps you just as tightly and when you pull back he’s smirking as if he knows something you don’t. You have the same facial expression because this time it’s you who knows something he doesn’t.

“You’re rather excited aren’t you?” He asks, eyebrow quirking up in amusement.

“I am, you wanna know why?” You ask, unable to keep still. You bring the box’s in between you two, smiling at him. “Take a look.”

He pulls a pregnancy test out of a box and his smile never falters, and he doesn’t really seem surprised. You don’t let it upset you though, knowing that he feels exactly the same as you do. He presses a kiss to your head and returns the test to the box.

“Well,” he clasped his hands together, “we have a lot to do now don’t we?”

[angelfoxx]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “I’M…WHAT?”

…in which they give you a pet-name.

FEATURING: albedo, alhaithem, ayato, & beidou.

WARNINGS: none!

NOTE/S: still hoarding requests 🥱 i kinda wanna do more of these, lmk if u want me to!

ALBEDO

✧ For once in his life, the genius is stumped. Sort of. Calling you a nickname rather than just your name is unheard of for him — the furthest he’s gone with addressing someone familiarly would be dropping Kaeya’s title and regarding him simply as “Kaeya” — so it’s not too wild that he’s a bit worked up over how to address you. Does he have to ask you first? Is it considered kinder if he does? What if you don’t like it? What is he supposed to call you? He’s initially trying to take inspiration from his surroundings in Dragonspine, but considering his only living company consists of hilichurls, slimes, and Fatui agents, he decides there’s little to no appropriate inspiration in the mountains. When you come to visit and tag along on another of his expeditions and stumble across a flower — a little white-petaled thing that has a scientific name that you’d perhaps find boring and that you instead call a “snow flower” — he gets his little aha! moment. He ask if you like the flower — like, really like it, to the point where you get a little confused — but the next time you visit, he greets you with a smile and a fresh one he has definitely been working on growing in abundance SPECIFICALLY for you and replaces your name with “snow flower.” Eventually slips up and calls you “my snow flower”. Kaeya finds out and thinks it’s fucking hilarious.

ALHAITHEM

✧ The mere concept of sweetening up your name makes him slightly embarrassed. Yes, you two are…something, but he keeps up that half-scholar, half-anti-relationships wall pretty hard. He feels weird not — everyone else in relationships calls their partner by some cute nickname, not their full governmental address first name, so shouldn’t he? Sure, he’s not at all a follower of what everyone else does, but when it comes to untouched territory he has never had a relationship or sex ever argue with the wall he gets a bit confused. This isn’t the kind of thing he can study or debunk for himself, and so he now has to take on the difficult role of finding a nickname for you that isn’t weird, makes you feel good and doesn’t make him flustered. Spoiler, that last point will not be met, ever. He’ll hide it pretty well, sure — he’s bit abrasive and quick anyways — but the first time he chokes over calling you something as simple as “hon” (he was going for “honey” and did not quite get there) he seemed awful eager to get moving on task again. If you question it, he just sort-of defensively asks if you don’t like it. When you say you like it, he just sort of looks at you and goes “okay” and continues with whatever he was doing. When you first address him by the same name, he ignores it but, huh, his ears flush a little. Funny. Corner him about it later, would you?

AYATO

✧ He’s not shy about doing it. Actually, he gets a little enjoyment out of seeing you get a little flustered if he calls you something other than your name — he’ll do it much more in private, considering that he has a reputation to keep. Calling you pet names in public would probably not bode well for him and his stature. However, when it’s just the two of you, or maybe you two and Ayaka, or even if you two are just roaming the estate, he’ll drop a nickname. He experiments with a few — nothing lewd, of course, he prefers the classy ones — just to see which one gets you the most. His options include sweetheart, darling, and honey, though his eventual choice is a simple love. It’s cute and it’s simple and it makes you flush so nicely. It isn’t uncommon for you to be about the estate doing your own personal commissions and he’ll pass by, perhaps in the company of one of the estate guards, and greet you with a quick “good morning/afternoon/evening, love” and continue on as if he’d never said anything beyond casual small talk.

BEIDOU

✧ She’d start calling you one casually; maybe “darlin” or something similar. The first time she does it, you flush and she asks if it’s alright; when you say yeah, she just laughs and then continues on with whatever she’d been saying. This name, however, does not stick or at least it doesn’t outside of the bedroom because you get yourself a new one. Upon finding a closed chest filled with riches, she had exclaimed “treasure!” to which you’d jokingly responded to. She found it funny, you found it funny, and now you’ve been dubbed “treasure”. The rest of the crew, definitely including Kazuha, tease you about it. Just a little. It isn’t uncommon for someone to jokingly use her name for you — “behind you, treasure!” or “on your left, treasure!” — only to be quickly added onto by the rest of the ship. Think along the lines of “hey, be careful, that’s Captain Beidou’s treasure”, something that manages to get you just a little flustered. She thinks it’s funny to watch you get just a little embarrassed, and she’ll jump in on it if she’s a few drinks too deep, but mention it bothering you and she’s quick to shut down any and all teasing about your name.

[allergictocatsrambles]

OKAY OKAY OKAY

So you guys know how like dogs and that shit can like smell when you were around other dogs? well imagine that but with hawks! also first time trying to write lmk if it’s shit lmao

TW: Yandere, some sketchy controlling shit, also GN!Reader

So imagine you come home after a long day, you were hanging out with your friend (for this story imagine they got a bird quirk), The second you walk through the door Keigo is instantly by your side, wrapping you into a tight hug, gently lifting you off the ground with a smile on his face, You turn to look at his stupid grin, your face scrunched a bit as his cheek pushes against your own, You smile along with him before you notice his face drop into a scowl, he looks at you like you’ve done something horrible, “Where have you been? you were with someone else!”, His eyes scan your entire body as if he can see straight through you, and you feel like he can, you feel small, Hawks eyes making you want to curl into a ball and cry, you stammer out a “N-Nowhere just a friend’”, Hawks looks as if he doesn’t believe you, “Mhm Mhm, yeah sure, so then why-“ He drops you from his arms harshly grabbing your jacket the tips of his fingers white as he grips it like if he didn’t you’d disappear, “-Why is there- ugh! a ‘friend’ shouldn’t be close enough to you that i can i tell they touched you! Look at this!” His left hand reaching around your jacket, grabbing a black feather that had blended into your clothes “That was real dumb of you, hanging out with someone like that, knowing very well i could tell you were out with some other bird! what is it, am i not good enough for you? would you rather be with some raven or whatever this feather is from!?”, his voice raises as he’s borderline yelling at you, His arms once again wrap around you as he picks you up, “fine then, clearly you need reminding of who you love”, your easily lifted into the shared bedroom, roughly thrown onto the bed as keigo closes the door, the lock clicking behind him…..your in for a long long few weeks on staying in this room till hawks deems that you ‘love him the most’.

[yourlocalghoulette]

Tangled Webs, pt. 3

🚨warnings🚨

mature content, swearing, unprotected sex (use protection y'all), smut, NSFW, TW, CW, light bondage. lmk if I forgot anything<3

Three days later, you’re laying in your bed, still thinking about what Miguel did.

“That fucking idiot…” you say out loud.

You’ve been distancing yourself from Miguel after his strange behavior, not sure how he will act around you. But you make a decision.

“I’m going to talk to that fucking idiot,” you say at the ceiling through gritted teeth. You are determined to get an answer out of him.

You drift off to sleep, thinking about how you’re going to approach him.

*the next day*

You walk into work confidently, meeting up with Hobie, Peter and Gwen. They have no idea about what is going on with you and Miguel, and you prefer to keep it that way.

“Did you see how doc-ock from earth 174 fought?” Gwen laughs. “I could’ve thrown a web at him and he would’ve passed out!”

Hobie chuckles. “Nah man, your webs couldn’t knock anyone out,” he jokes. “Just jokin, mate.” He punches Gwen’s shoulder.

Peter turns to you. “Kiera, are you okay? You’ve seemed a little off lately.” He asks with a caring tone in his voice. He puts his hand on your shoulder.

“I-“ you consider telling him. “Nothings wrong.” You fake a grin and look up at him.

He looks concerned, then softens. “Ok,” he says. “Just- tell me if there is something wrong.”

You nod, then walk away.

*five minutes later*

You stand in front of Miguel’s door, rethinking everything you’d thought the night before. Taking a deep breath, you push through the door. You walk to his platform and face it.

“What the fuck, Kiera,” he growls. “I told you to get out of my fucking sight.”

I took a deep breath.

“Miguel, that night….” You close your eyes, then open them. “What the fuck was that?!” You yell.

Miguel keeps his back towards you. “Vete a la mierda, chica,” he snarls.

(fuck off, girl.)

You take a deep breath, trying to contain your anger. “Miguel, you can’t just- just do that, you can’t just tell me you love me, treat me like you love me, then treat me like I’m FUCKING disposable!”

He tenses up as you yell at him.

"I-," you lose your words, not knowing what to say. You hang your head down to your chest and close your eyes.

Miguel turns to face you. "Kiera, I-that was the first time in years that I felt that someone truly loved me. And-and I felt like I loved you back."

You stare at him with surprise. "Then why have you been ignoring me?" You snarl.

His adams apple jerked, tears pricking at the corners of his dark eyes. "Every time I get close to someone, I lose them. I-I can't do that again."

"Miguel..." you murmur sympathetically. You step forward and wrap your arms around his slim waist in a warm hug.

Miguel tenses up as you touch him, then hugs you back.

"Miguel, you will never lose me," you say comfortingly, your voice muffled as you lay your face on his chest.

Miguel kisses your head lightly, nuzzling your hair. He pulls you away and stares into your eyes. "I-" his words drift off as he pulls you in. He kisses your lips softly, then pulls away.

You stare into his red eyes. A small, needy grin appears on your face. "I-I need..." your words trail off as you look at the ground, embarrassed.

Miguel reaches under your chin and pulls your face up to look at you. "What do you need, Princesa?" He whispers seductively into your ear. He nips at your ear, making you whimper.

"I-I need you, Miguel...." you say in a hushed, smooth voice.

His jaw tightens as he straightens up. He loved being wanted, it gives him a sense of pride that nothing else can give him. He grips your waist tightly and sets you (rather aggressively) on his desk. He leans forward, your neck cradling his head as he greedily inhales your scent. He kisses your neck, slowly moving down to your collarbone, leaving little love marks as he nibbles you. He nips greedily at the hem of your shirt, then pulls it off along with you bra.

"Fuck, Miguel," you moan as he takes both breasts in his hands and massages them experimentally.

Miguel smirks. "You like that, princesa?"

You simply nod as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and gently bites it.

"Use your words, slut," he growls, his voice slightly muffled as he keeps sucking your tits.

"F-fuck, Miguel, that feels so good," you gasp.

He nods, a look of dominance in his eyes. He slowly runs his rough hands down your waist, not stopping as he grabs your suit and underwear and pull them off. He stares at your pussy with lust.

"I've missed looking at your perfect little pussy, princesa," he whispers. He rubs the inside of your thighs, brushing over your clit a couple times, making you go crazy.

"F-fuck, baby, stop teasing..." you moan.

He grins devilishly and pushes his fingers between your folds, teasing your now wet entrance. "So wet for me, slut," he growls, enticed by your pussy. Without giving any warning, his suit glitches and falls completely off. His rock-hard length sprung out, and you stare at it, wide-eyed.

"What is it, princesa?" he smirks. “Too big for you?”

You shake your head softly. “Never…” you whisper.

Miguel spits on his hand and coats his throbbing cock with his saliva, lubing himself up. He lines up at your entrance, then slowly pushes in.

“Fuck, Miggy…” you whimper as he pushes his length in and out of you, quickening the pace.

“You like that?” He growls, fucking you harder. He lets out a deep groan. “Fuck…you’re so tight, slut.”

You throw your head back in pleasure. You can feel every inch of him, every vein on his throbbing dick. Your walls start to tighten around his cock as you feel the pressure start to build up.

Miguel notices and smirks. “Are you close, slut? You gonna cum all over my fucking cock?” He whispers seductively into your ear. He slaps your tits, sending you over the edge.

“F-fuuuck…” you moan loudly, your juices pouring out over Miguel’s throbbing dick.

Miguel gives you a seductive smile. “Good fucking girl.” He pulls out one more time and slams back into you.

You arch your back, practically screaming from the pleasure.

“Shitttt,” you cry, your voice a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Miguel stops, then leans forward and nuzzles your neck. You just lay there for a few minutes, catching your breath as Miguel whispers sweet words into your ear.

“I love you, Kiera…” Miguel mumbles, his voice muffled as he kisses your neck.

You wrap your fingers around his tangled hair and kiss his head.

“I love you too, Miguel.”

Miguel stands up, and you start to join him. But he pushes you forcefully back down on the bed.

“So eager to leave, huh, slut?” That look is back in his eyes. “No, I’m not done with you yet,” he hisses, his eyes glowing red.

[rubber-ducky143]

Showering with Felix (Felix x Male! reader) (This is my first post so feel free to give feedback on anything :3)

Warnings: Mention of nude!! Not sure about anything else :P

Word count: 475 (not much but it's okay)

You walk into Felix’s room without even knocking. He looked at you with a small look of shock. “Can I help you, M/N?..” He asked rather cautiously. “Yeah, can we shower together?” You ask without a care in the world of the consequences or what he may say in return. Felix looks at you with a shocked expression. “What do you mean..?” He asked even though he knew exactly what you meant. “Me, you, shower.” You say shortly after. You practically stared at each other for 5 minutes before he stood up and walked over to you. “Can we?” You ask. He sighs and doesn’t answer. I need an answer before I lose the idea in my head.” You say shortly after. After about 3 more minutes, Felix nods. “Yes, yes we can shower together.” Felix sighs and then leads you to the bathroom. “Yay! Thank you!” You happily follow him into the bathroom and then lean against the wall. “Do you want to take a shower or a bath?” He asks you. You think for a moment. “A shower! A cold one.”

“A cold shower?”

“Yeah!”

“Whatever floats your boat..”

You giggle at your little conversation and then slowly remove your clothes and climb into the shower. Felix seemed hesitant but got in sooner or later. “You seem nervous..” You say softly. Your voice was barely heard over the flow of running water. “I’m just not used to being in someone’s presence while being entirely naked..” he said just as softly. You press your head to his chest and have him wrap his arms around your waist. You felt warm even though the water was icy cold. “You’re never so affectionate..” He mumbles into your hair. The water pours over the two of you as you let yourself be swallowed by each other’s bodies. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek before asking if you were genuinely going to shower or if you just wanted an excuse to cuddle him. After you respond by saying it was an excuse, he sighs but continues cuddling you under the running water of the cold shower. After a few minutes, he started to get cold. You as well. “Can we get out?.. It’s getting cold in here-” He says with a slightly furrowed brow. You giggle before nodding. You were getting cold as well. You two get out of the shower and then cuddle under a towel with each other. It was warm unlike in the shower. “There, you’ve had your cuddles, can I go back to my game now?” Felix asks, hoping you’d let him go but also hoping you wouldn’t since he liked your affectionate side. “Fine.. But can I watch you play your game?” You ask, your face still buried into his chest. He softens your hair with his hand and nods.

Lmk if you want something that continues after or if you want something in general, I'll try my best to make it happen if you'd like. Also, I'm doing an About Me thing soon so you can learn a little more about what I like to write!

[impishsensei-a]

hello all!! this is a roleplay blog for gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen, written by milk. on my pinned post, you'll find all relevant links/info here for my blog. though i am not completely caught up with the manga (i've read up to around chapter 180), i have a general idea of what is currently going on up to the most recent chapters. if i'm not here, you can find me on one of my other blogs: @blastintriumph @muryonokansei

please be sure to read my rules before interacting/following.

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for ease of access, my rules are placed under the cut!

I will interact with mutuals only. If I follow you I want to interact, so don’t hesitate to send me asks or IM me with plot ideas! I’m willing to RP with OCs & characters from other series. Personal blogs, please do not follow/reblog/like my posts.

I’m okay with one-liners, crack, multi-para, novella… everything! Feel free to send in any ask memes if we haven’t roleplayed before. Ask memes are a great way to break the ice so I really don’t mind. If I follow you that means I want to rp with you so if you’re ever unsure and worried you might be bothering me, don’t. I’m duplicate friendly.

If I haven’t replied in two weeks (and I’m not on a hiatus) that means I probably lost our thread or it’s sitting somewhere in my drafts and I haven’t noticed it, so please message me to remind me about it. I won’t be annoyed or upset. I drop RPs sometimes out of a loss of interest but please don’t blame yourself. It is always a personal thing that has nothing to do with anyone else as a roleplayer. I’m always happy to start/write more regardless of dropping previous threads.

I have some ships i might gravitate to, but I prioritize chemistry above all where RP is concerned. For now, my blog is multi-ship, so any relationship my muse develops will be in a separate verse unless stated otherwise.

Don't involve me with drama or send messages telling me to reblog callout posts or anything like that. I don't care for getting involved with petty rp drama. If it's something actually serious, I've likely already seen it on the dash and have taken note. Seriously, I will hardblock anyone that pesters me with nonsense drama.

There will be NSFW content on this blog so if you’re uncomfortable with that just blacklist the the following tags, as i tag all my nsfw posts with the following: “cw nsfw”, “nsfw //”, and “( nsfw. )”. Additionally, I will cover dark topics. There will be mentions of murder, blood/gore, toxic/unhealthy relationships and so on featured on my blog. I will of course tag what I feel needs to be tagged. Feel free to ask me to tag anything you need tagged.  I am 26, so if a roleplay should ever come around to it I will only write smut with partners that are also of age & that I feel comfortable writing smut with. If you’d rather not roleplay smut publicly, I’m cool with continuing roleplays on discord. I’m also open to just private RPs (not necessarily smut) on discord too, just ask/lmk you’re interested!

Finally, I ask that minors DON’T follow my blog/DNI. I don’t want to be the reason anyone sees something inappropriate for their age. If you’re a minor & I accidentally followed you, let me know & I’ll unfollow you immediately.

[fatuispolaris]

hello all! milk here! this is an indie, private, & highly selective roleplay blog for tartaglia/childe from genshin impact. i am completely caught up with the archon quest, so this blog will not be spoiler free (i will tag if i mention leaks, though). if i'm not here, you can find me on one of my other blogs: @impishsensei @blastintriumph @muryonokansei @yuujitheevessel please be sure to read my rules before interacting/following. 

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i’ll place my rules here as well for ease of access for mobile users. they’re located under the cut! 

guidelines

i will interact with mutuals only. if i follow you, i want to interact, so do not hesitate to send me asks or im me with plot ideas! i'm willing to roleplay with ocs, and characters from other series. for personal blogs: please do not follow/like/reblog my posts. doing so will result in an immediate block. i’m okay with one-liners, crack, multi-para, novella… everything! feel free to send in any ask memes if we haven’t roleplayed before. i’m duplicate friendly.

if i haven't replied in two weeks and i'm not on hiatus, that means i probably lost our thread or it’s sitting somewhere in my drafts and I haven’t noticed it, so please message me to remind me about it. i drop roleplays sometimes out of a loss of interest but please do not blame yourself. it is always a personal thing that has nothing to do with anyone else as a roleplayer. i’m always happy to start/write more regardless of dropping previous threads.

Don’t god mod. My character is mine, and yours is yours. Little things to move the thread along are fine with me, but don’t kill Childe without even checking if that’s fine with me first (ask memes that call for it are an exception though, of course).

where RP is concerned i heavily prioritize chemistry. for now, my blog is multi-ship, so any relationships my muse develops will take place in separate verses unless stated otherwise. that being said, i absolutely love shipping but i think childe (the way i portray him, at least) is kinda difficult to ship with romantically so keep that in mind.

DON'T involve me with drama OR send messages telling me to reblog callout posts or anything like that. i don't care for getting involved with petty roleplay drama. if it's something actually serious, i've already seen it on the dash and taken note. seriously, i will hardblock, anyone that pesters me with this nonsense.

There will be NSFW content on this blog so if you’re uncomfortable with that just blacklist the the following tags, as i tag all my nsfw posts with the following: “cw nsfw”, “nsfw //”, and “( nsfw. )”.  Feel free to ask me to tag anything you need tagged.  I am 26, so if a roleplay should ever come around to it I will only write smut with partners that are also of age & that I feel comfortable writing smut with. If you’d rather not roleplay smut publicly, I’m cool with continuing roleplays on discord. I’m also open to just private RPs (not necessarily smut) on discord too, just ask/lmk you’re interested!

Given that Childe is a morally gray character, I will not stray away from this nature of his or soften it in the slightest. Even though he is a playable character in game and a friend to the traveler, he is still unapologetically a harbinger and doesn’t show remorse for his actions. I will approach writing his character with this mentality. Additionally, I will cover dark topics. There will be mentions of murder, blood/gore, toxic/unhealthy relationships and so on featured on my blog. I will of course tag what I feel needs to be tagged. 

I ask that minors DON’T follow my blog. I don’t want to be the reason anyone sees something inappropriate for their age. If you’re a minor & I accidentally followed you, let me know & I’ll unfollow you immediately. 

[takimeguris]

hello! this is a private, unaffiliated, and selective roleplay blog for kamisato ayato from genshin impact.

penned by milk. please be sure to read my rules before interacting/following. if i'm not here, you can find me on my childe blog.

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i’ll place my rules here as well for ease of access for mobile users. they’re located under the cut! 

guidelines

I’m willing to write with anyone no matter your writing, formatting, and image use (or lack of). I’m okay with one-liners, crack, multi-para, novella… everything! Feel free to send in any ask memes if we haven’t roleplayed before & even if it’s shippy. Ask memes are a great way to break the ice so I really don’t mind. If I follow you that means I want to rp with you so if you’re ever unsure and worried you might be bothering me, don’t. I’m cool with following/interacting with other Ayato writers.  

If I haven’t replied in two weeks (and I’m not on a hiatus) that means I probably lost our thread or it’s sitting somewhere in my drafts and I haven’t noticed it, so please message me to remind me about it. I won’t be annoyed or upset. I drop RPs sometimes out of a loss of interest but please don’t blame yourself. It is always a personal thing that has nothing to do with anyone else as a roleplayer. I’m always happy to start/write more regardless of dropping previous threads.

Don’t god mod. My character is mine, and yours is yours. Little things to move the thread along are fine with me, but don’t kill Ayato without even checking if that’s fine with me first (ask memes that call for it are an exception though, of course).

I LOVE writing ships, & I’d be happy to plot ships. I have some ships I like & gravitate to a bit, but where RP is concerned chemistry is prioritized. My blog is multi-ship, so any r/s my muse develops will be in a separate verse. I won’t have exclusives/mains unless stated otherwise. I will NOT write incest or pedophilia/underage content. Don’t ask me to.

I will interact with mutuals only. If I follow you I want to interact, so don’t hesitate to send me asks or IM me with plot ideas! I’m willing to RP with OCs & characters from other series. Personal blogs, please do not follow/reblog/like my posts.

There will be NSFW content on this blog so if you’re uncomfortable with that just blacklist the the following tags, as i tag all my nsfw posts with the following: “cw nsfw”, “nsfw //”, and “( nsfw. )”.  Feel free to ask me to tag anything you need tagged.  I am 25, so if a roleplay should ever come around to it I will only write smut with partners that are also of age & that I feel comfortable writing smut with. If you’d rather not roleplay smut publicly, I’m cool with continuing roleplays on discord. I’m also open to just private RPs (not necessarily smut) on discord too, just ask/lmk you’re interested!

I may cover dark topics during roleplays on this blog. It is likely there will be mentions of murder, blood/gore, toxic/unhealthy relationships and so on featured on my blog. I will of course tag what I feel needs to be tagged. 

I ask that minors DON’T follow my blog. I don’t want to be the reason anyone sees something inappropriate for their age. If you’re a minor & I accidentally followed you, let me know & I’ll unfollow you immediately.