#and I think it might have been the sweetest ask I’ve received

[rosicheeks]

Aka Riders Lullaby from Centaurworld

Lay your head on my chest so I can sing you a lullaby and gently run my fingers through your hair until you slowly drift off to sleep 🥰🫶

[monzabee]

viva las vegas - mv1 (+18)

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Summary: The one where you and Max celebrate his win in a way you’ve never done before.

Pairing: max verstappen x reader 

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, having sex tipsy but there is consent?, manhandling, unprotected sex (are you even surprised at this point), oral (fem receiving), sex (duh), cursing, cockwarming (oops), minors dni!!

Request: “Hey babe! I’m obsessed with your last Charles piece, I’ve been wanting to read something like that for such a long time and you did it perfectly 😍🥹 I was wondering if I could request kind of the same concept with Max Verstappen? Like he always is pictured as a tough guy and stuff, but when you see him in videos he’s kind of a goof, so I imagine the first time he’s intimate with his gf they’d both laugh and have the sweetest time together” 

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! is this my best work? no but it is something i managed to get done for the first time in like a month so here it is!! finishing this fic was a journey within itself, but i can honestly say that it was also kind fun? also, i saw a picture of max in his suit from vegas and that just inspired this whole thing, so i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Max is buzzing with life, quite literally, you can feel him practically buzzing the whole time he’s trying to take you back to your hotel room as fast as possible. It’s most likely due to the amount of alcohol the two of you have consumed after the race. Honestly it is pure luck that you found your way back to your room, given your current state, but instead of joining you when you jump on the bed, revelling in its comfort, he chooses to stand at the end of the bed as he watches you with an entertained smile on his face.  

“What?” you ask, a laugh washing through you as you raise yourself on your elbows, “Why are you looking at me like that?”  

He lets his eyes wander over your figure, his smile becoming more boyish as he lets it widen on his face, “You look pretty,” he murmurs, bending down so he can lower himself over your body better, “have I told you how beautiful you looked tonight?” 

“Um, yeah, Maxie,” you giggle as you point out, “you’ve been telling me that the entire night.” Using your hands as support while raising yourself more so that you could be face to face with him, “I think you look pretty too, you know?” 

“Yeah?” Max murmurs, cradling your jaw in one of his hands, his thumb quick to caress the apple of your cheek, which causes you to lean into his touch. “What if I wanted to kiss you, would that be okay?” 

The smile you offer him in return is sweet, the way your eyes seem to shine at the offer of feeling his lips against yours makes his heart beat faster in his chest. “Yes, please.” Your voice is softer, almost comes out as a whisper due to you suddenly feeling out of breath.  

And who is he to deprive his girl? 

He doesn’t waste any time pressing his lips against your awaiting ones, in fact, the movement of his lips are rushed, if not almost desperate. It's as if he can't get enough, as if he's afraid this moment might slip away like sand through his fingers. The taste of alcohol lingers on both your lips, and normally you would be weirded out about it, but you realise it only adds to the intensity of the kiss you’re sharing with Max. His fingers gently tangle in your hair as he deepens the kiss, and you find yourself responding eagerly. You let him take control, mostly because it’s so easy for you to lose yourself in his kiss. He’s lost in it too, if you had to guess, because the way his tongue is fighting over yours for dominance is so different compared to the way Max usually kisses you. You whine at the loss of his lips when he reluctantly pulls away, and if he wasn’t already hard, the sound makes Max’s cock instantly harder. His head is thrown back, eyes closed as he lets out a groan, and he has to stop himself from pulling you in for another kiss. But you clearly have other plans as you drag your lips down towards his jawline, leaving kisses in a random pattern until you reach that one specific point on his neck that absolutely drives him crazy.  

And you know it’s only a matter of time until he stops you, again, as he has done for the past whatever months of your relationship. It’s not that you are not attracted to each other, because the attraction is as clear as day, and you have done stuff – not sex, but stuff. You’re not sure Max does that, but you also don’t want to be the one who pressures him into having sex with you if he doesn’t want to. Unbeknownst to you, the same goes for Max, who thinks you’re not ready to have sex with him and wants your first time together to be as special as possible.  

So no, you’re not surprised as he gently peals himself from you, causing you to whine again at the loss of him, but instead he gives you a small kiss on the forehead as he mumbles, “Why don’t you take a shower? We’ll go to bed after that.”  

“Is that your way of telling me I smell?” You ask in a playful tone, and he responds to you with a roll of his eyes. “What if I don’t want to go to sleep?”  

“No?” He asks, actively searching your expression for any sign of discomfort or reluctance. “We’ve had a long day, are you sure you don’t want to get some sleep?” The look you give him in return for his question is enough, and he knows this, but he also wants to actually hear the words, so he points, “Use your words, liefje.” 

A puff of breath leaves your lips in annoyance, but, nonetheless, you give him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster as you whine, “Please Maxie, you know what I want.”  

“Do I?” He muses, pulling you onto his lap as he ghosts his lips across your jaw. “I don’t know what you mean.”  

“Maxie,” you drag out his name, whining as your attempt at rolling your hips against his thighs don’t work. “You are being mean.”  

“Oh, baby,” he mockingly copies your pout, “I’m sorry. Can I apologise with a kiss?” To make his point, he presses a couple of soft kisses along your jawline.  

“Will you kiss me the way I like?” You ask, slightly out of breath, but his agreement that comes in the form of a hum makes you smile mischievously. His lips trail more kisses towards the neckline of your dress, and eventually through the valley between your breasts that is exposed by the lack of fabric. And you have every intention to let him have his way with you, you really do – after all, he won another great race. But a part of you also knows that making him suffer, even if just a little bit, in the process is so much more fun. So, just as he’s about to free of your breasts from the bustier of your dress, you quickly move away, slipping from his hands, trying your hardest not to laugh at the bewildered expression on his face. “On second thought, I think I’m going to take that shower after all.”  

“I—what?” Max mumbles, his slightly swollen lips pulled in a pout, and you can’t help but give him a small kiss.  

“I’ll see you after my shower, Max Emilian.” Sauntering over to the bathroom, you make sure to add an extra sway to your hips – and the sigh that Max leaves cause the smirk on your face to grow. 

It’s pure torture for Max to wait until you come out of the shower. Not that he doesn’t think about just joining you, especially after the show you just put on, but that would be giving into what you want – and though Max is a generous lover, he is also stubborn. He is more than happy to give you what you want, as long as it is on his terms. And so, he waits patiently, until you come out of the bathroom, a robe draped over your body, and he can’t help himself but let his eyes roam over your body.  

“How was your shower?” Max asks, trying to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible, a wolfish grin curving up on his lips. He rests his hands behind his head, relaxing onto the pillows behind him. He watches you give him a shrug, the soft-looking material sliding of your shoulder slightly as you collect your hair onto your shoulder. “Are you giving me the silent treatment, pretty girl?” 

There’s a coy smile on your face as you shake your head, once, twice, as your teeth press down on your bottom lip. Max wants nothing more than to release your lip, pull you into his lap and have his way with you, but no. No, because Max is nothing if not disciplined. “Come here,” he asks, straightening up in his place. You, being the ever-loving girlfriend you are, oblige his request. “That is a nice robe,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he grabs the towelette belt with the tips of his finger, “is it as soft as it looks?” 

“Mhm-hm,” you nod, “do you want to feel it?” 

“Do I want to feel it?” Max muses, “Sure.” His arms wrap around your middle so quickly that you don’t realise he’s pulling you into his lap at first. But he positions you with your legs on the either side of his. “You’re right, liefje, it is very soft.” His hands roam on your body over the soft material, but soon enough, his hands dipping underneath it to feel your skin. His eyebrows shoot upwards, a mischievous grin spreading on his lips, “No underwear?” 

“Well, I just came out of the shower, Maxie.” You give him an innocent look, shrugging once against as you rest your hands against his shirt-clad chest. “The shower pressure was great, you should’ve joined me.”  

He lets out a noncommittal hum, his hands roaming on your bare skin, revelling in the softness. “I’ll have to take your word for it.” He’s methodical as he slightly shifts you in his lap, tearing a gasp from the back of your throat. That gets a satisfied smile from him, “Something wrong?” 

“N-no,” you mumble, shifting again to get the same feeling, but his hands still you in your place. “Maxie,” you whine, silently pleading with your eyes.  

“Am I being mean again?” He asks, attentive eyes fixed on you, “I would offer to make it up to you with a kiss, but you seem to find ways to evade me when I do.”  

“No,” you whine again, lips pouted in disagreement. “I promise I won’t this time.”  

His eyebrows shoot up again with amusement, “Oh, yeah? Shall we test that theory, pretty girl?” The smile you give him is shy, but the way you nod is nothing short of coy. With a satisfied sound leaving his lips, he quickly presses his lips against yours. You sigh into the kiss, immediately, when you feel him deepening the kiss, more than happy to surrender yourself to him and let Max take the lead. Though, that doesn’t necessarily stop you from attempting to relieve the pressure between your legs by rolling your hips against his thighs. Your efforts, however, prove to be useless as he stops the movement before you can actually relieve any of it. He slowly pulls away, pushes a stray piece of wet hair behind your ear and tuts – condescendingly, you might add – “Slow down, liefje, I think I’ve had enough speed for one day.”  

Groaning at his words, “But Maxie,” you whine, dragging out his name as you let your hands wander on his chest over his shirt and receive a warning look from him in return, “I promise I’ll be good, please just fuck me.”  

“Baby,” he coos, his fingers working quickly to unfasten the belt of your robe and push the offending clothing off your shoulders, “I literally just told you to be patient, no?” 

You ignore the raised eyebrow, the look of faux-disappointment, and even the way his fingers grab your waist because you’re too busy trying to get him out of his shirt, suddenly feeling too exposed as you sit on his lap naked. “Please,” you whisper against his skin, peppering kisses across the column of his throat as your hands make their way inside his shirt, “I’ll be patient next time.”  

“I’m suddenly realising that I spoil you very much,” Max mumbles, pulling his head back to get a look at you.  

Pulling back as well you give him a mischievous grin, “Maybe, but you’ll give me what I want this time as well.”  

“Yeah?” He asks, “Why?” 

“Because I think I’m getting your pants very messy right now.”  

Max can’t help the groan that escapes past his lips, his eyes quickly following yours as he takes in the ‘damage’ your wetness has caused on his jeans. He takes a moment to assess the damage, drags his eyes up to look at you when he notices the way your eyes stay fixed down, as your nervously bite down on your lower lip. He loses all the composure he managed to muster up, and he finally gives in, quickly pushing you off him onto the pillows on the bed. The squeal that leaves you is followed by a string of giggles that leave your lips, and when Max looks at you, he takes in the darker look in your widened eyes.  

“I was going to be patient; I can’t believe you’re making me not be patient.” He mumbles, taking off his shirt and the rest of his clothes before starting to leave kisses on your feverish skin as he slides down your body and places himself between your thighs.  

You open your legs wider to accommodate his body, a breathy laugh escaping past your lips. “You mean, impatient?” 

That earns you a nip on your upper thigh and a warning look, but instead of commenting on your quip, he lowers his face, keeps his eyes locked to yours and gets to work. And it’s not that you and Max haven’t done stuff – because it’s the opposite; although you haven’t had sex, it’s safe to say that the two you have explored every option bordering on sex. But how he’s acting right now is much different than the way how he is usually with you. His movements are almost rushed, and the way he drags his tongue through your folds is just enough for your eyes to roll back as your moans fill the room.  

Normally, he would be extra careful and make sure he is being gentle with you; but right now, he’s just trying to savour you before he loses all his composure. A choppy gasp leaves you as you feel his fingers enter you – two at first, and the way he pumps them in and out of you makes breathing harder. The speed of his fingers matches his tongue, and for a moment, you think you’re going to pass out. With his free hand, he blocks any type of movement you try with your hips; his palm sneakily presses down on your lower stomach to keep you in your place, but it’s jokes on him because if anything, it just makes you feel even better, and you’re not shy to let him know just how much he’s making you feel good with your moans.  

“Max,” you say his name in a breathy whimper, fingers threading through his hair to guide him, “fuck, I’m so close.” You can practically feel the way his lips curl up, and suddenly, everything about his actions gets faster. His fingers are pistoning in and out of you in an unforgiving pace, in sync with his tongue that works your clit just the same. So, it’s no surprise when you find yourself coming on his tongue as his name leaves your lips for the umpteenth time like a prayer.

The smirk he gives you when he pulls himself from between your legs is sinful – he looks absolutely debauched with the way his lips glisten with your release, and he wastes no time before coming up, and capturing your lips in yet another bruising kiss. But this time, you taste yourself on his tongue and this time it makes you lose the whatever little resolve you’ve had left. So, you hook your leg around his thigh to push him next to you on the bed as you practically throw him next to you on the bed.  

Though he has other plans.   Of course.  

So, as you’re trying to fight the seventy-kilogram-something driver into staying under you on the bed, he has no problem manhandling you into rolling on your side. And as you’re pressed flush against his chest, you turn your head backwards to breathlessly whisper, “You promised, Max.”  

“And I am a man of my word, aren’t I?” He retorts, his hand that is splayed on your thigh positions it so that it’s bent towards your stomach, “Just needed to get you ready.” You can’t help the guttural moan that escapes you when you feel him pressing the tip of his cock into your entrance. The pleading look you give him must’ve worked, because this time it’s his turn to let out a guttural moan as he pushes himself into you. There is no sign of his mood from mere moments ago as you feel his hands caress your bare hip, an entitled smirk on his lips as he asks, “Out of breath?” 

“Fuck you,” your response comes out as a breathy laugh as you’re pushing your hips closer to his to take him deeper.  

“Lifje, you are fucking me.” Max giggles into the crook of your neck as he pushes himself in fully. You would be furious with him if it didn’t make you laugh also, and although the laughing decrease, the smiles remain on both your faces as he starts slowly moving his hips. 

It’s sweet, unbelievably sweet, considering the sexual tension that was in the room an hour ago, but the way Max is fucking you can only be described as sweet. His hands caress every part of your body that he can reach – your thighs, to your hips, to your stomach, to your chest and then wraps one of his hands around your throat; not in a way that is rough, but in a way that he can still keep you still as he captures your lips for another kiss. The movement of his hips is languid, almost lazy as drive into you, but he still manages to hit all the spots along the way. Breathy chuckles are exchanged when he pulls away for you to organise your breathing, but your smiles still stay on, even when he raises your bent leg and rests his on his own leg. The new angle makes your moans get louder, your hips to move against his faster, and you can feel your orgasm approach speedily.  

But Max is so in tune with your body that he knows what’s coming (or rather who) before you get a chance to actually have to say anything. His hand slides down your body so that he can press his fingers to your clit and move them in tight circles, and as if it was possible, his you can suddenly feel him fucking you even deeper. “You are going to come for me pretty girl, I can feel it.” He murmurs into your skin, and all you can offer as an answer is a nod and an affirmative whimper as you squeeze your eyes shut. “Come on, give it to me, come on my cock.” And though he is not the most verbal person to ever exist, except for when he’s in the mood to be an absolute yapper, his words urge you to let go of the feeling that has been starting to brew in your stomach.  

Your hips start moving to meet his in choppy movements as you seek any and all kinds of pleasure to reach your high, and he meets your every move with increasing intensity of his own. “Max, yes!” Your exclamation hits his ears as he hits that one particular spot, making you instantly become lax in his arms as he guides you through your orgasm. His name spills out from your lips in constant repetition, “So good, so good,” you keep mumbling in breathless whimpers, trying to press yourself further into his body.  

With all things considered, it doesn’t take Max long to reach his own high following your own, since you insistently move your hips in a way that makes you take his cock even deeper when he’s helping you ride your orgasm. So, when you hear him groaning your name in the crook of your neck and feel him spilling himself into you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he croaks out, holding your hips in place with his hands splayed on your feverish skin. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” 

“How am I supposed to know, dummy?” You ask, throwing your head back to get a good look of his dishevelled state, “Why do you look so good after mind blowing sex?” 

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, pulling you with him as he lets himself fall back on the bed, “genetics?” 

“Mhm,” you murmur, trying to find a comfortable position on his chest as he is still inside you, “remind me to send your mother a flower arrangement when we get back, or something.” 

A deep blush covers his cheeks, as if he hasn’t been fucking you for the past hour or so, as he stammers, “I– I mean, yeah.” This time, it’s your turn to give a non-committal hum, followed by a satisfied sigh as you snuggle him closer and close your eyes. “Just go to sleep, baby, we can deal with it in the morning.” 

“’Mkay,” you mumble, feeling his hand draw soothing circles on your back. “But you’re still gonna fuck me tomorrow, right?” 

This gets another loud laugh from the driver laying down under you, and both of you know that he’s going to do just that when you wake up in the morning. 

[i520u]

long distance ༘⋆

first time doing hc’s so it MIGHT be a little awks… 😢 also i’ve been losing the idgaf war with jiwoong lately he’s been so damn fine

ricky x gn!reader, fluff, point form

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request is open!

personally i think he’d get reaaaaaaallllll clingy

especially if you have different timezones like oh he’d definitely stay up all night just to talk to you

the grabby hands thing that he does whenever he doesn’t want someone to leave?? he’ll do that every single time you tell him you’re gonna hang up

jokingly calls you his discord kitten 😐😐😐

STUDY CALLS ARE A MUST.

ricky would be struggling with his upcoming exam while you’re out there enjoying your semester break and he’d get soooo jealous

asks you to facetime him while he finishes up on his assignment but then he gets distracted by your voice and there’s 0 progress on his work

ricky’s an art student 100%

a lot of his artworks that he needs to do for his assignments are inspired by you tbh 😞 like he misses you so much that he decided to revolve his schoolwork around you

i think at first he would’ve been really reluctant on doing long distance with you

but he also loves you too much so he was willing to try it out

he never gets used to it though. like he just wants to be with you physically every day. but he understands that he can’t just do that

he loves to send you surprise gifts too. maybe in a month you’d get 2-3 gifts delivered to your house by an ‘anonymous sender’

you obviously know who the sender was

ricky LOOOVES it when you immediately facetime him to show him that you’ve received the gifts he sent you, even if it was 4 in the morning for him

ricky likes sending you tiktoks that reminds him of you while you’re asleep so when you’re finally awake you’d have like 53 notifications from him

you’d get a call from him sometimes and it’s usually over something really trivial like him wanting you to experience the first snowfall of the year with him

or him showing you a random street cat that he found and saying that the cat is “soooo you”

girls tried hitting on him once. as a result he made sure his lockscreen was you, his wallpaper on his laptop was you, and like i said HIS ASSIGNMENTS were inspired by you

with that being said, one time his friends saw his lockscreen and called you hot and he got super jealous

(he wouldn’t admit it though)

one time ricky was eating a local candy that was not available at the place you lived in, so he decided to buy a dozen of them, put them in a box and shipped them to you

you cannot go on with your day without texting him good morning. one time you forgot to do so and he started overthinking about your wellbeing

even called your mom and your cousin to make sure you were ALRIGHT

those monthly ig story photodump thing? he always makes sure to include a photo of you and him (even if it was an old picture) in every one of his dumps!! he loves u so much!!!!!!

he’s rich so the first thing he would do is book a flight straight to your place as soon as his sem break starts <3

“ricky you should use your sem break to travel to other places”

“they don’t have you in other places, so why should i?”

when it’s time for him to go back to his place, though, ohhh he’d cry so hard in the plane

he promised you he wouldn’t cry but he never keeps his promise

gives you the longest and sweetest kiss ever before the airport staffs starts scolding him to check into his flight

if the long distance relationship lasted long enough he might actually just pay for your flight and expenses so that you could live with him tbh

[thepupperino]

Hiiii, Keely! It’s been a while since I’ve found myself in the inbox of my mutuals with a thoughtful question about our boys. However, we’re preparing for the hurricane down this way and I’m looking for something to keep me occupied — like talking to all of my beautiful lovely friends!!

So what I want to discuss today is the love language of our boys. What love language(s) do you think they each excel at and which one(s) do they struggle with the most? Do you think their love language(s) have changed since the beginning? Do you think they still excel or struggle with a certain one(s)?

I would also like to pick your brain on your thoughts of how they protect one another — how they protect one another physically, how they protect one another’s peace, how they protect each other mentally, etc! 🩵

— Much love, Chey

Hi I almost accidentally deleted this instead of answering and my life flashed before my eyes

Anyway THANK YOU for asking this was very fun 😈

So I feel like it’s pretty universally believed that Mickey’s a big acts of service guy, but…can I be honest? I know the man loves a grand gesture, but I think that’s different than acts of service. Honestly the grand gestures almost feel like gift giving to me? Plus I love believing that Mickey grabs a Kind bar for Ian every time he stops at a gas station. I don’t know, especially growing up poor, it changes the way you think about material possessions, and I think he’d want to give everything he can to Ian

I think Mickey probably struggles with words of affirmation—at least receiving it. Like he’s probably more comfortable with it now, but I think for a long time he felt weird about Ian saying nice things to him and was pretty dismissive of any compliments

I 100% believe Ian is a physical touch man—he’s ALWAYS touching Mickey (hand on knee my beloved). I think he just loves being close to him. Plus obviously their sex life has always been…fulfilling and Ian was down bad from the start so I think that plays into it

I also love thinking of him as a words of affirmation guy because I really latch onto the fact that he tested out of English so I KNOW he’s good with words and I know he writes the cutest, sweetest little cards for Mickey on his birthday or their anniversary

Hmm what does Ian struggle with…? Ironically I think he might be a little resistant to gift giving because I think he’s the saver in the relationship, so Mickey keeps getting him these little “I’m thinking of you” gifts and Ian’s like stressing about rent (but also he loves it because that’s his HUSBAND and he’s thinking about him 🥹)

And I don’t know if love languages have changed since the beginning per se, but they’ve obviously both become more comfortable with expressions of love throughout their relationship and I’m having a lot of feelings about that

PROTECTION?! Well physically they will literally kill for each other if push comes to shove I am very confident in that. For some reason I like to think that Ian always tries to walk closer to the road so Mickey won’t get hit if a car swerves or something and Mickey thinks he’s dumb but lets him do it anyway. And Mickey wants to be facing the door on dates and stuff so he can size people up and assess any threats

Protecting each other’s peace I think they’re both willing to be the bad guy if they need an out. Like if Ian just can’t handle being around his family for some reason, Mickey’s like “tell ‘em I’m not in the mood”

MENTALLY I have a lot of feelings 😭 obviously canonically Mickey is great with Ian’s bipolar (we pretend Hall of Shame doesn’t exist) and I think that continues and grows (“I gotta worry, you’re my husband” my beloved). I think he’s VERY aware of potential triggers and warning signs and I think he’s supportive AND gives Ian space when he needs it because he likes his autonomy and independence

I think Mickey has a lot of unresolved trauma and I’m not like his therapist or anything but I’d want to assess for PTSD and generally unhelpful cognitions, and I love the idea that he goes to therapy some day (honestly I’d love if they both did), but I think Ian is really good at holding space for him to share what he’s thinking about AND I think he’s eventually willing to do that

Anyway I hope that answered your questions and PLEASE feel free to send me more, I love thinking about them

[believesthings]

The inspiration invitation // Jason sudeikis x famous reader

As a joke, you started to separate your songs into two folders: love songs for Jason and sexy songs for Jason.

You kept it going though, cause it made you laugh.

Your label was pressuring you for just one more song to round out your new album and you’ve been struggling with it all week. They weren’t wrong. You did agree it was missing just a little something. The trouble was finding the perfect song to fill its spot.

As cliche as it sounds, this was the album that you were the most proud of. You know every artist says that about every new album they release, but it really didn’t feel like an exaggeration to you to say that this was your best.

You really pushed yourself lyrically and vocally to a space you haven’t before and you hope your fans love it as much as you.

The problem, of course, is that since you’ve pushed yourself lyrically, you have a very specific story you want to tell. Every song on the album is perfectly placed to unfold the story in the direction you want and trying to not only find a new song to fit the theme but also a perfect place to put it so it still flows is proving to be one hell of a task.

Two doors down, your boyfriend was in a similarly stressful boat. Jason has been tied to the editing chair for weeks. The first two seasons happened prior to all the awards. Now that the show had turned out to be far more successful than anyone could have predicted, the pressure was on to make a 3rd and final season that was worthy of the praise the show had received so far. Taking off his headphones and taking his hands through his hair, he determined he needed a break; as much as he instinctively wanted to keep going until something was perfect, he had to acknowledge that sometimes the best thing to do was walk away and come back with fresh eyes.

You were so focused on your own project that you barely even registered jason sitting down next to you until he start kissing your shoulder blade.

“Are those folders for me?”

“What?” You ask, not looking up from your own screen.

“I wanna see.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You ask Jason, tearing your eyes away and finally looking at him. God he was a sight.

“I’m taking something called a break, you’re probably overdue for one yourself.” He teased you.

“I know. And I will - I promise. I’ve just found a really good groove and I didn’t want to lose it.”

He rubs circles into your thigh. “…maybe the answer is in one of those folders.”

You laugh at him. “Oh, you think so?”

He nods seriously at you, “I can help you sort through them, If you need any help.”

You grab his hand from your thigh, intertwining your fingers in his and giving a light kisses to his knuckles. “You’re really not gonna let this go are you?”

“Well, can you blame me? I see folders with my name and the words ‘sexy and love’ obviously, I’m going to be intrigued.”

You put your laptop off to the side, snuggling into Jason. “Well, you’re obviously the only man I’m writing songs about these days-“

“damn right.” Jason quips, smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes you continue, “and my manager always likes to tease me that I have two moods for you which is disgustingly in love and disgustingly horny, so - as a joke, I started separating all my songs into those two categories. I keep doing it though cause it’s fun.”

“So, what mood is winning right now?”

picking your laptop back up, you open up the folders giving a quick scan at the numbers. Jason peaks over your shoulder, surprised by how many songs there actually are. Some titles he recognizes, some he’s never seen. It’s one of those moments, that might seem small and inconsequential but it feels oddly special to him. To have someone here, in his home, that spends their time trying to put him into words. Everyone always thinks that the big PDA moments are the sweetest, but he’s discovered that a lot of those experiences are filled with belonging but not with love.

“Looks like love songs has the lead right now.”

Wiggling his eyebrows at you, he replies, “really? Well I’d be more than happy to help in the sexy department if you need some inspiration.”

“I’m supposed to be working.”

“This is work! I’m giving you inspiration to write another song for your album, so you can add a sixth Grammy to that collection in the bedroom.”

“I thought you were taking a break.” You question him.

“Oh, pretty girl, spending time with you is not work to me.” He snags your laptop out of your lap and is quickly picking you up off the couch. He gives you just enough to time to get your bearings before he’s kissing you and leading you into the bedroom.

In between kisses on your neck, he’s whispering to you, “you know, I read somewhere that you shouldn’t wait for inspiration, sometimes inspiration needs to be invited. So, what do you think? Are you up for inviting me to inspire you?”

“Of course I am Jason. Always.”

He tilts his head to the side nonchalantly. “Still doesn’t hurt to ask.”

He lays you down on the bed and your head turns over to see his own laptop sitting in the corner. Remnants of your man hard at work. Headphones, an open journal with a red pen resting on it’s open pages.

“Hey.” He says tilting your head back to look him in the eyes. “This is about you right now - my work will still be there when I’m done. If it makes you feel better, since I’m helping you, you can always help me with my work too.”

“What? Jason I don’t know anything about editing a television show!”

“So?” That’s okay. I don’t really feel like I do either most days.” He jokes.

You go quiet, reaching your fingers up and playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “If I did offer to help, does that mean that I could get a sneak peak into season 3, maybe even-“

“No. Sorry can’t do it.”

“Oh come on! Can’t you at least give me a release date?”

“Sorry, you’re just gonna have to wait like everyone else.”

“Man, what good is sleeping with the boss if it doesn’t get me anything?” You pout at him.

“Oh now that isn’t true. I think we’ve clearly established that sleeping with the boss gets you Grammy award winning songs. So, come on let’s write you another one.”

[theweedisasterxoxo]

Hi, hon! I saw your recent post you just made, and just wanted to say a few things!

First off, I’m so sorry to hear you’re going through a rough time right now. I can’t say I understand specifically what you’re going through, but I do know what it’s like to be in those rough episodes, and I will say it’s not great. I really hope you’re taking the time to take care of yourself. You are your number one priority🩶

Second, low engagement truly can be very disappointing, and I’m sorry it’s not hitting where you’d like it to be at. Tumblr is honestly so weird. A while back, I don’t know what or why, but they started limiting how many blogs you could tag? This started when I was first writing, and oh my goodness. My engagement took a while to build. Idk if the tag limit is true still, but I’ve still been experiencing that tagging doesn’t even send notifications anymore. There’s so many posts that I end up scrolling past only to find out that I was tagged all along (oh gosh especially in tag games, I’m either always so late to those or I don’t even see them😭)! I don’t understand!! But if my time on tumblr has taught me anything, and I wish I was told this when I first started out, I feel like (for my personal experience) tag lists might be the least helpful way to truly boosting any posts out there for a much wider audience to see. What’s worked for me though is focusing what actual hashtags at the very bottom of the post that I use, and also posting at a consistent time (I always post around 12pm my local time🤣 - I literally don’t know why I chose that time, but the consistency has worked wonders for me!!!) 🙂‍↕️

Also - and this is just me personally - but I limit my time on this app crazily now. I’ve also turned off mobile notifications. This isn’t because of anyone or anything in regards to tumblr, but it is simply for the sake of my own mental health🩶 I fully understand your anxieties about people being annoyed and whatnot, but it is truly nothing personal with me if I tend to overlook a post🩶 and I hope that can ease your mind a little bit because I know just how persistent those voices in our head can be.

Lastly, just wanted to mention that you are so so so interactive and one of the sweetest that this community has (and needs a bit more of if we’re being honest). Your comments and the rocks 🪨 you give me truly brighten up my day.🫶 I think I can happily speak for several when I say we appreciate you more than you know.🩶

Some rocks for u, fren🩶🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

Hi, my love! I am SO sorry for how long it has taken to reply to this ask. My notifications on Tumblr for likes and asks have been so dodgy; I wasn’t ignoring you, pinky promise!

Firstly, rough episodes are awful and I’m sorry that someone as lovely as you has to go through them too. It can be disheartening to experience especially if you’re alone or don’t have a good support system in place. That being said, you are so sweet and I’m eternally grateful to be on the receiving end of it.

Secondly, I didn’t realise that tagging for other people wasn’t working either! I also still have some Tag Games to post, holy moly. But in terms of the lack of engagement, while I do feel a little disheartened sometimes that people don’t really interact with my stuff, I realise that it’s more to do with me knowing that I don’t have a super wide reach over this platform. I think that a lot of it is because I don’t write graphic smut, and I’ve definitely noticed that there are different levels of interaction between smut fics and more ‘tame’ fics, whether they’re angst or fluff. I will most likely never branch into writing that style because I read most of my works to my mum and I am absolutely not reading Joel getting diddly with the reader to my sweet, Christian mother. Though, to reference another point you made, I will definitely keep it in my mind to expand my hashtags and make a more strict posting time!

Third, I absolutely get the reason for limiting your time on this app and the notifications on it due to how overwhelming it can be to be on Tumblr, especially with the level of interaction you get! I’m barely on this app at this point — partly due to a lack of motivation to post anything, partly because of how negative and triggering the community on here has been recently — so I promise I don’t take it as a personal offence if you don’t interact!

Lastly, but not really because I still have other stuff to say, I try hard to show people the appreciation and love on the things they post that they deserve! After being on Fanfiction sites for almost nine years now, starting on Fanfic.net and then moving over to Quotev, Wattpad, AO3, and now on Tumblr, I’ve always strived to leave a positive comment on what I’ve read and interacted with because I’m a firm believer that if you like something you should leave a little positive comment behind to tell the writer that you like it! I know I get giddy when the few people who read what I post leave a comment or reblog so I enjoy to spread that same joy to other people!!

I appreciate your loveliness way more than I can hope to explain, L, and I’m grateful for the reminder that other people appreciate me because it’s felt like the world has been sitting on my face with no signs of standing up any time soon. Now, I’m not religious but to be known and spoken to by you fills me with such light that it’s like receiving a revelation by the most loving deity. You have a gorgeous soul, my love.

Here are some rocks for you too!! 🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

penny i have to ask - how does marcus treat an s/o who is completely new to bdsm and being tied up for the first time?!

GREAT QUESTION ANON

I love how I'm the Marcus Pike BDSM writer. I've got my niche, LOL.

Warnings: alcohol mention, D/s vibes, soft dom Marcus putting the soft in soft dom, bondage, blindfolds, oral sex (f receiving), food play, let me know if I missed anything I've already forgotten what the hell I wrote.

You’re just finishing getting ready for your date with your new boyfriend when you hear three soft knocks at your door. 

You smile reflexively. It's only been a few months, but you have a good feeling about this one. 

You open the door and let out a soft exclamation when you see the little container of chocolate-covered strawberries in your boyfriend's hand.

“What’s the occasion?”

Marcus Pike leans forward to kiss your cheekbone in greeting. “Do I need an occasion to dote on you?”

You laugh. “Most people do,” you say, taking the little package and stepping back, inviting Marcus into your apartment. He follows you into the kitchen, where you set the strawberries down on the counter. When you turn, he’s right there–crowding into your space and kissing you properly this time.

“I’m not most people,” he murmurs, before capturing your lips with his own.

“No,” you agree with a laugh. “No, you most certainly are not.”

Marcus pulls back with a playful pout on his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re the sweetest, most caring guy I’ve ever met,” you say honestly. 

“Is that a bad thing?” Marcus asks. You can tell he’s half-joking, half-not. His past relationships have left their fair share of scars, causing him to occasionally second-guess himself. You’re always right there to pull him back from the edge, though. After all–everyone has scars.

“Of course it isn’t,” you say earnestly, pulling Marcus back toward you for another soft kiss. 

“No?” Marcus is smiling, this time–the word uttered playfully against your lips as though he knows exactly what that dark, teasing tone of voice does to you. 

“Well,” you say, pretending to think about it. “Come to think of it, you could be a little… less sweet, in some departments.”

Marcus laughs. “Like what?” 

“Rougher,” you clarify breathlessly. “H-harder.”

“Oh–oh,” Marcus rasps, his tone deepening as he catches your meaning. “Is that right?”

It is. Marcus is an attentive lover; a thorough lover. He’s never satisfied until you’ve cum at least twice every session. It’s still early days in your relationship, but he seems to know exactly what buttons to push, and in what order, to keep you in a constant state of arousal for him. He’s passionate, tender, loving…

But part of you wants to feel the sting of his teeth, the bruising grip that you know those large hands are capable of. Marcus handles you as if you’re made of glass, but part of you wonders what would happen if he lets you crack, just a little. 

“It’s okay,” you assure him automatically. You think that this man–with his puppy-dog eyes and his goofy jokes and his propensity for old, romantic movies–might not have any rough edges to him. You don’t want him to think that you don’t love him exactly the way he is, softness and all.

“What’s okay?” Marcus asks, looking confused.

“It’s okay if you don’t like that,” you say. “If you aren’t comfortable being rough with me.”

Marcus’s eyes are soft and patient when he looks at you, and you know what you’re saying must be true.

“Is that what you want?” he asks quietly, without any hint of judgment in his tone.

“Y-yes. No? I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “It doesn’t matter. I just want you. In every way.”

Marcus melts further under your admission, but all he does is give you a soft kiss on the forehead. “Let’s get going, pretty girl.” 

Dinner is wonderful, as usual. Marcus never fails to be an incredibly fun date–always there with a funny story, always listening intently to everything you say, and always sitting close enough to touch you but never making you feel crowded. His fingers gently skim across your own as he talks, the casual touch making your brain spark pleasantly. 

Yeah, Marcus might be the sweetest, softest guy in the world.

You can’t say that you mind it. 

One after-dinner drink turns into two, then three. You’re pleasantly tipsy as the two of you finally get up from the intimate booth to leave. Marcus’s hand is on the small of your back, his breath disturbing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Let’s go back to mine.”

You giggle and press back against him, feeling the already-stiffening length in Marcus’s pants. You hear him swallow a strained sound behind you.

The both of you are still giggling and breathless when Marcus finally unlocks his door just ten minutes later. You barely make it inside before he’s there–pressing you up against the wall and letting his lips trace a path up and down the side of your neck. The soft touch of his mouth always brings goosebumps to the surface and tingles down your spine. You’re sighing happily at Marcus’s tender affections, when suddenly, he bites down and sucks a deep mark into your skin.

Over your choked gasp, you hear him talk.

“Been thinking about what you said,” Marcus rasps. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about it all night.” His hands grasp your hips as he presses forward even further, seeking friction on his cock and causing your back to slide against the hallway. “Baby, you have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“Tell-ah!–tell me,” you whimper, urged on by the surprising roughness in Marcus’s actions.

“Wanna tie you up,” Marcus murmurs against your neck. “Blindfold you. Wanna hear you beg for me.”

You think you’d fall down where you were if Marcus wasn’t effectively pinning you in place against his wall. “Marcus–”

“You think I don’t wanna be rough with you?” Marcus rasps in your ear. “Baby, you don’t know how much I’ve been holding back. How much I want to give you.”

“Okay,” you exhale.

Marcus pulls back. “Okay?” he repeats.

“Show me. Show me all of it.”

Marcus lets out a strange, pleasure-soaked sound that you’ve never heard from him before. He’s usually vocal in bed, seeming to know that his voice is one hell of an asset, but he’s always very self-controlled, very purposeful with it. Now, you finally get it. You understand–Marcus Pike has been holding out on you. 

You think you know why. You’d told him that you hadn’t had the best experience in the past with sex–relatively late to lose your virginity, never quite understanding what was so great about it (and oh, Marcus has been methodically proving you wrong orgasm by thigh-shaking orgasm). He’s probably been afraid of scaring you off, or worse, hurting you in some way. 

Marcus wastes no time in pulling you to his bedroom. His moves are the same: gently laying you down on the bed, covering your body with his and overwhelming your every sense with him. His hands slide up your shirt, his body presses against yours, his lips take and take and take until you feel like you can’t breathe.

Your clothes are shed gradually, Marcus removing every layer reverently and taking his time with each. You've yet to have a 'quickie' with this man–you wonder if he's even capable of it, typically not satisfied until he's tasted every inch of your skin and both of you are completely and utterly sated. 

You smile up at him as he removes his shirt, taking in the gentle musculature of his chest and the slight swell of his belly. He's a gorgeous man–in shape without being overly obnoxious about it, naturally broad-shouldered, with a light smattering of hair that you found exactly one silver strand in the other day. 

“How do you feel about being tied up?” Marcus whispers softly in your ear.

You don’t have to think about it. “Yes,” you answer automatically. “With your handcuffs?”

“Nah,” Marcus says, chuckling. “Those aren’t meant to be comfortable. You’ll end up with red marks all over your wrists.”

“What did you have in mind?” you ask.

Marcus’s eyes are sparkling with mirth as he climbs off of you for a moment, digging in his drawer for a moment before pulling out… is that rope?

Your eyes must be as wide as dinner plates as Marcus returns, placing it in your hands, letting you touch it. 

“It’s so soft,” you say, surprised. 

Marcus chuckles at your exclamation. “It is,” he agrees. “Won’t hurt that pretty skin.” He covers your hands in his, trapping the length rope between you and bringing your inner wrist to his mouth to kiss gently. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I like it,” you breathe. 

“Good.”

You lie back down on the bed and raise your arms above your head, looking up at him expectantly. 

“Hang on,” Marcus says with an affectionate smile. “We’ve gotta have the safeword discussion.”

“I trust you,” you say automatically. 

Marcus shushes you gently. “I’m glad, but we still need to talk about it,” he says. “Listen, I will always stop if you say anything like ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ unless we’ve talked about it beforehand, but I want you to think about how you’re feeling like you would a stoplight, okay? So if you’re green, everything’s great, yellow means to slow down because you’re getting close to your limit or feeling uncomfortable in any way, and red means stop everything immediately. Make sense?”

You think you may have underestimated Marcus Pike.

“Makes sense,” you agree. 

Marcus gently grasps your wrists where they’re still raised above your head. “So, if I ask for your color, you say–”

“Green,” you answer with a gleeful smile. “Definitely green.” 

“Good,” Marcus whispers. “Oh, fuck, I’ve wanted to do this, baby,” he admits as he winds the soft, silken rope around your wrists in a series of delicate loops and knots that manages to be both comfortable and snug. Your arms are perfectly immobilized as he secures them to the headboard.

Even though your heart is pounding in your chest, you feel safer than ever in Marcus’s bed. The man is looking down at you as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen, and there’s a resulting ache in your chest at the look in his eyes. It’s hungry, sure, but you can see those three little words–the ones that neither of you have said yet–swimming just below the surface. 

Marcus’s hands explore you, having open access to you without any hope of intervention. He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, teases your nipples until they’re both rigid peaks, digs his fingertips into your ribs just to see you try and squirm away from him. No skin is left untouched, and suddenly, you get it. Why Marcus would like this. It hadn’t made sense at first–Marcus Pike, and BDSM? Blindfolds and handcuffs? You wouldn’t think that someone so incredibly gentle would have silk bondage rope in his bottom drawer, but you think you understand as you watch Marcus’s eyes roam over your body with undisguised lust. 

It’s no secret that Marcus Pike is a possessive man. Not in a creepy or demeaning way, but in the way that you know he wants the two of you to belong to each other. You know that’s why he’s such a tactile person, always there with a hand on the small of your back or threading your fingers together as you walk. Restrained on his bed like this, you feel more like you belong to him than you ever have. His. 

“Color?” Marcus asks, as his fingers skate down the skin of your belly, traveling south with a purpose. 

“Still green,” you whisper with a serene smile.

“Good girl.”

Marcus teases your clit with delicate touches until you’re panting on the bed. When you start to squirm, he chastises, “Stop moving, or I’m gonna have to tie your ankles, too.”

You clench around nothing at his words. “Yeah,” you say breathlessly. “Yeah, do that.”

“Shh, one thing at a time, baby.”

“Marcus,” you whine.

“We’ve got time,” he whispers. “Oh, we’ve got time. And I plan–” he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean of your juices– “to savor it.”

You whimper again and buck against the bed. 

Marcus chuckles. “You really want more?”

You nod rapidly. “Please.”

Marcus lips are parted, his eyes half lidded as he watches you squirm and plead for him. “You perfect fucking thing,” he mutters. The words are barely audible, and you aren’t sure if he’d actually meant to speak them out loud, or if he’d been talking to himself. Either way, he gives you a soft smile and gets up again, going to his closet this time. 

“I’m not tying your ankles to the bed, not this time,” he announces, pulling out whatever it was he had been looking for. You crane your neck to try and see what it is. “But I think you might like this, hmm?” 

He holds up the object in his hand, and you realize it’s one of his ties. You watch as he kneels back on the bed at your side. “Lift your head,” he directs, and you do, allowing him to slip the fabric around you as a blindfold. 

“Look at you,” Marcus murmurs. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you answer immediately.

“Then hang on a second. Want to go grab something real quick. I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nod, and feel the mattress shift as Marcus leaves. You can hear him in the apartment, shuffling around, opening something in the kitchen, and coming back. You furrow your brow under the makeshift blindfold. What is he up to?

The mattress dips again, and you let out a soft sound of surprise when something cool and sweet drags against your lips. It… it feels like…

“Wait–do you have chocolate strawberries at your place, too?”

Marcus laughs sheepishly above you. “When I bought yours, I thought they looked really good, so I bought two,” he admits. “Now I’m really glad that I did.”

You laugh too. Adorable man. Your amusement fades when the coolness of the fruit touches the tip of your nipple, making you squeak in surprise. The cold is quickly replaced by the heat of Marcus’s mouth as he engulfs your breast, licking the sweet residue off of you with a little moan of satisfaction. 

“Bite.” The strawberry is at your lips again, and you obey, humming at the contrast of the chocolate and the fruit. 

Wet coldness bursts around your other nipple as Marcus moves the strawberry again, quickly followed by his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the stiff peak. 

“Good girl, fuck, so good for me,” Marcus murmurs. “Can’t decide which is sweeter.” 

You know he ate the rest of the strawberry, because his tongue, when he crawls between your legs and laps at your clit, is still unnaturally cool. You whimper and moan as the temperature climbs along with your rising orgasm, until you’re all-but-grinding on his face and Marcus is eating you out with his typical ravenous enthusiasm. 

The thin thread holding your pieces together snaps, and you keen loudly as you cum on Marcus’s tongue. In turn, Marcus groans loudly and pulls you against his face harder, lapping up everything you give him until you’re shaking with overstimulation. 

“Okay, it’s definitely you,” Marcus murmurs. “See?”

The bed dips as Marcus climbs up your body and kisses you deeply, swirling his tongue inside you much in the same manner he had been just moments ago somewhere else. The taste of your own desire bursts on your tongue, and you moan into his mouth. 

Marcus pulls away and presses another strawberry against your lips. “Which is better?” he husks in your ear as you dutifully eat the fruit. 

“The strawberry.” Your mouth wavers as you fight not to laugh–you know that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

“Wrong,” Marcus growls playfully, taking your lips again. “Next time, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Something like adrenaline and desire swoops through your belly at his words. "L-like what?"

"I'll have to think about it," Marcus teased. "Maybe I won't let you cum until you're crying for me," he suggests. "Or maybe we'll see how much this pretty ass shakes when I spank it."

"Marcus," you whisper. "Holy shit, Marcus, you're filthy."

"I think you like it," he shoots back with a smile in his voice. 

"I never knew."

The blindfold suddenly moves up and away from your eyes, and you blink in the unexpected brightness. 

"Didn't wanna scare you off," Marcus confesses, looking down at you. "Not everyone… well, not everyone likes this." His eyes are far away for a moment, reliving a past unpleasant memory. 

"I like this," you say quietly, giving Marcus a smile. 

His stormy expression melts in an instant, his teeth showing as he rakes his eyes up and down your restrained body. 

"Yeah," Marcus agrees, looking down at your pussy, which is still glistening with slick for him. "Yeah, I'd say you do."

You give Marcus a saucy look. "So do it some more," you command.

Marcus’s sparkling eyes are the last thing you see before he replaces the blindfold and you're plunged into darkness again. 

[it-happened-one-fic]

I have no idea if the requests are open or not I looked and there was nothing to say so I'm blindly asking (you can ignore it if you want) but I want to request headcones for Lilia, Maleus, Riddle and Rook for an O/S fem who is like Yui Komori, who is sweet, kind and a very nice person (you can insult her and she will still treat you kindly) but had to be a vampire sacrifice bride (and now she has a phobia of vampires, until it cost her approaching Lilia as he looked like one) she even has fangs

Thank you for the ask Anon, and sorry for the confusion! To be honest I’ve been trying to decide if I want to take requests down due to how busy school has been keeping me. But since you got your request in before any decisions were made or anything was changed I was thrilled to receive your request. It is my first one after all! I did my best, but to be honest I’ve never watched Diabolik Lovers so my knowledge regarding Yui Komori is limited. I’ve also never written for Rook or Lilia and have never written head-canons so this post is a lot of firsts! I hope you enjoy! Head-canons under the cut due to length.

Type: Head-canons/Fluff/comfort

Lilia

Honestly so sad when you seemed to be afraid of him

Please don’t be afraid, he would never hurt you.

The only time he has really pushed you about anything was when he was getting you so you weren’t afraid of him. Yes, he did enlist Silver’s help. He was a little desperate.

Very gentle with you. He understands your fears and respects them. You have every right to fear vampires. Despite loving to pick on people he would never tease you about this.

He’ll ask a few questions about your past, but as he learns how traumatic it was he’ll pull back and let you tell him on your own time. He doesn’t want to push too hard and cause you to relive something unpleasant.

In fact he wants to help you recover from your experience. It’s a primary focus for him.

To that end, he stands up for you. Advises you that there is no need to take such abuse from anyone. 

That said, he understands your timid nature and won’t push the subject too much. He’ll encourage you to stand up for yourself, but also look out for you himself. Probably also asks Silver to look out for you too.

Either way it's handled and you are well-protected.

Big on hugs so brace yourself there. He is very affectionate. 

Please play games with him. He’ll be over the moon and only picks games that won’t scare you for your gaming sessions.

He genuinely thinks you are the sweetest thing and constantly refers to you as a cutie.

Also finds your little fangs so cute. You match and he lives for it.

Generally very patient with you and your timid skittish nature. But don’t worry, he’s still playful. Just controlled in his playfulness.

Malleus

Please, please, PLEASE don’t flinch away from this boy. He is so used to people being scared of him, it would kill him if you were too.

Finds your timid, gentle, and sweet nature charming.

To be blunt, he’s smitten.

He actually approached you initially because you have fangs and he thought you might be fae like him. Was a little disappointed when you weren’t. Don;t worry, he got over it.

Is honestly angry when he hears about your past. How dare they treat you in such a fashion.

He assures you that you’ll never have to suffer in such a way ever again. He’ll make sure of that.

Also encourages you to trust Lilia. The old fart might be a rascal, but he would never hurt you.

Won’t stand for you being walked over or looked down on and will stand up for you. Will also encourage you to stand up for yourself, but will understand if you are just too skittish to do so.

He’s got this, his scary reputation has its uses after all. All he has to do is shoot them a look and whoever is bothering you runs for the hills.

He just, really adores you and the fact you are with him despite your timid nature. It really sends him over the moon.

Also, cute couple points. Dark looming fellow with a timid girlfriend that hides behind him.

It destroys him when you hide behind him. You really are just too cute. It’s bad for his heart.

Riddle

So, so good. He takes such good care of you while also being his stiff, slightly awkward self.

His awkwardness is actually really good for you in a weird way. He isn’t likely to push too far with affectionate acts and he’s really patient.

Sets up an entire set of rules between the two of you so that he doesn’t cross any lines.

Rule # 1: No neck kisses. He doesn’t want to scare you.

Was honestly so mad when he found out about your past. He went red-faced and everything. Didn’t calm down till he realized he was scaring you a teensy bit.

Was so gentle after that.

Your timid nature is such a good fit for him. It really helps him to calm down and lose his temper less. He doesn’t want to scare you.

Less huggy than the other people on this list because he really doesn’t want to upset you. He could never take seeing you get scared because of him.

However, as he gets more confident and learns what does and doesn’t upset you he will cuddle on occasion.

Cute couple #2. Cater is totally taking pictures of you two and posting them with sappy hashtags.

Rook

Heartbroken when he hears about your past. Immediately goes in for a hug. It’s comfort time with Rook.

Like Lilia, he doesn’t question too much. He would rather you tell him about your past at your own pace.

Adores your kind but timid nature. You’re like a little bunny, albeit a fanged one. So innately sweet and adorable, but also so, so skittish. 

Hence why he calls you “Mon Lapin.”

Careful with affection lest he distress you, but don’t worry. You are still cuddled, kissed, and hugged profusely.

Man can’t help it.

Constantly tells you how beautiful and precious you are with French sprinkled throughout his grandiose declarations.

Also, I hope you like poetry dedicated and read aloud to you.

You’re probably going to end up getting embarrassed and blushing a lot so heads up. Brace yourself reader.

[chxnsdrive]

Neighbors

pairing - taehyung x (f) reader

genre - smut

summary - you finally get to..properly..introduce yourself to your new neighbor.

warnings - 18+ (minors DNI), neighbor au, dom!taehyung, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (be smart, wrap it up folks), slight (?) voyeurism, not much plot-just smutty, let me know if I’ve forgotten anything (it’s 4am)

word count - 2.5k words

a/n - this is my very first post on tumblr! please be nice to me, i’m a bit fragile lmao.

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“Damn it!”

Your attention snapped away from the book you had been enveloped in as you sat on your front porch. You glanced over to your left to see your relatively new neighbor unloading painting after painting out of the backseat of his car.

And he had just dropped one on the ground.

You giggled to yourself quietly as you watched him shake his head- his soft, brown locks bouncing with every move. You hadn't officially met him yet and you had only seen him a few times through your window as he came and went. But he damn sure was attractive.

"Need some help?" You called out from your porch. The man jumped slightly, clearly unaware that you had been watching him.

"I'd normally say no, but if I drop one more of these paintings, I might lose it." He yelled back, offering a smile through his annoyance.

You softly closed your book, laying it on the step of your porch before making your way across your yard.

As you approached him, you could see his features much more clearly. His white v-neck t-shirt showed off his flawless, honey skin that practically glowed in the sunlight and a pair of black jeans that hugged his waist beautifully. His collarbones peeked out from the neckline of his shirt, just begging to be kissed.

"I really appreciate it. Every time I drop one, I can't help but feel guilty." He mumbled once you got a bit closer. You grabbed a few of the paintings, inspecting them closer.

"Wow, these are beautiful! Where did you get these?" You asked, eyes still fixed on the paintings.

"I won them at an auction. Art holds a pretty special place in my heart." He replied with a content sigh.

"Well, you have incredible taste." You offered him a polite smile.

He glanced over at you, giving you the sweetest boxy smile that you had ever seen. It made you blush.

"Thank you."

The two of you managed to get all of the paintings into his house without another one falling to the ground. Once inside, you glanced around his house and marveled at how beautifully decorated it was.

"Holy shit, your house is beautiful!"

He chuckled, watching you admire all of the paintings that he already had hanging up.

"You seem to also have an eye for art."

"Not really. I just think they're amazing." You replied softly, not taking your eyes off of them. "I have a lot of respect for artists. They're so talented and passionate about their work."

He tilted his head to the side, intrigued by how genuine you were. He had been wanting to talk to you for a while now, but never had the..time?..courage?

"You know, I don't think we've properly met since I moved in over here. I'm Kim Taehyung."

You turned around to face him, seeing his outstretched hand. You gladly took it, suddenly feeling flustered as his large hand gently grasped yours.

"I'm y/n. We've sort of said 'hello' in passing every now and then but it's nice to properly meet you, Kim Taehyung." 

You could feel heat rushing into your cheeks the longer he stared at you. And he wasn't being subtle about it.

"Not to be forward or anything, but do you want to stay for dinner? Let me thank you for helping me." He more so stated rather than asked, still not taking his eyes off of you. His dominant aura was almost overwhelming.

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that. I’d hate to impose.." you trailed off. Truth was, you didn't want to leave. And he didn't want you to either.

"Okay." He shrugged, turning to carry the paintings into the other room.

Your jaw dropped open at how quickly he had given up. You looked down at your feet, feeling defeated and absolutely stupid for ruining your chance at whatever you were hoping for.

"We'll skip dinner. I have other ways to thank you." He called out casually from another area of the house.

You looked up, eyes wide and cheeks hot.

"Wait, what? Really, Taehyung, I've got to get back home." Shuffling could be heard from the next room as he moved stuff around.

"Besides, it's not like I'm a slut or something." You mumbled under your breath, smirking as you continued to admire the paintings.

He suddenly came back around the corner, backing you against a bare wall. You gasped as you landed softly.

Taehyung's face was now merely inches from yours, his eyes now dark with lust. You felt your heartbeat racing as he leaned down to your neck, his warm breath dancing across your skin.

"I never said you were. But since you’ve mentioned it, lie to me and tell me you don't want to know, y/n. About all the different ways I could make you cum. How quickly I can have you screaming my name."

Your breath hitched at his last sentence. His low, sultry voice was enough to make your body buzz with arousal. You were, in fact, curious. But you didn't plan on admitting it so easily.

"I don't. I hate to bruise that ego of yours." You stated with a grin, lying through your teeth while trying to sound confident.

Taehyung let out a small chuckle against your neck before you felt the warmth of his tongue sliding across your skin. He slowly made his way up to the bottom of your jaw, leaving sensual kisses across your jawline.

Your confidence was fading rapidly. You eventually let out several whimpers as his soft lips caressed your skin. He pulled back slowly, a smirk lining his lips.

"Still not curious, y/n?"

Fuck it.

Without answering him, you leaned forward, attaching your lips to his. He let out a soft groan and a sensual giggle as his hands gripped and pulled at your waist, pulling your body against his.

He gave your waist a rough squeeze, making you gasp in between kisses. He took this opportunity to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth, your tongues working over each other in an intricate dance.

Taehyung suddenly pulled his lips away from yours, spinning you around to face the wall. The side of your face rested against the cool drywall as you felt his hands exploring your body.

"I don't think you realize how much of a tease you really are." He growled from behind you. He brought his hips to yours, grinding his hard cock into you slowly as he held your arms behind your back.

"What do you mean?" You asked, letting a moan escape your lips.

"Almost every day, you change clothes in your bedroom with the curtains open. No. Fucking. Modesty." He spat, emphasizing each word. He leaned his body against yours, bringing his lips to your ear.

"And I'm forced to just fucking watch, wondering what it would feel like to stuff you full of my cock."

You could feel your panties soaking the more his deep, velvety voice spoke. If you could make love to someone's voice, it would be his.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, closing your eyes.

"Are you? Did you know I was watching?" He huffed, sliding his hands down your sides before letting them rest on your hips. You brought your hands against the wall to hold yourself up better.

"No, I didn't."

His grip on your hips tightened, making you squeak on a sharp intake of breath.

"Don't lie to me." He growled, gripping a handful of your hair and slowly tilting your head back.

You bit your lip, deciding to tell him the truth. You wanted to be fucked and filled- and you hated to be teased.

"Yes, I knew. I wanted you to see me."

You were beginning to feel desperate. You started grinding your ass into his cock, wanting him to get the idea.

Taehyung let out a groan of approval, throwing his head back at the feeling before letting go of his grip in your hair.

"What do you want from me, y/n?"

You glanced over your shoulder, making brief eye contact with him. "I want you to fuck me. Please."

Without hesitation, he pulled your leggings down right below your ass, halfway down your thighs. Your black lace was now on display-not that he probably hadn't seen it through your window before anyway.

"Fuck." He growled, gripping your ass in both of his hands. He crouched down, leaving kisses and soft love bites across your ass. "You're such a fucking masterpiece."

You spread your legs a bit, wiggling your ass at the sound of his praises. He could feel the heat and arousal radiating from your pussy.

"Fuck me." He nearly whispered before gripping the backs of both of your thighs.

You gasped as his tongue made contact with your clothed cunt, his nails surely leaving marks on the back of your thighs where he was gripping you.

"Shit." You breathed, closing your eyes and letting the cool surface of the wall ground you.

Just as you thought he was going to make you cum, he stood up, leaving you panting and unsatisfied.

"I'm ready to fucking feel you."

He wasted no time as you heard his belt clinking, getting ready for you.

Eager. Fuck, that's sexy.

"You ready for me baby?"

You felt as he slipped your panties to the side before running his hard cock between your wet folds, coating himself in you. He didn't even take the time to undress you completely. His need to bury himself inside you turned you on beyond belief.

"Please." You begged. You weren't even begging for anything specific. You were just begging for beggars sake at this point.

"Yes ma'am." He cooed softly. He placed both of his hands on the wall as he prepares to sink his cock into you.

"Fuck!" You let out a yelp as you felt him begin to slip inside. He was so much bigger than you anticipated.

"Oh, fuck." He breathed from behind you, drawing out his words. He stayed still momentarily as your pussy stretched and squeezed around him. He could have came just from feeling your warmth.

After a few seconds, he slowly started rolling his hips into you, making sure you felt every inch. Teasing you yet again.

Your moans were like music to his ears as you felt him moving in and out of you.

In one swift motion, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, filling you up. You let out a scream of pleasure, hoping none of your other neighbors could hear.

Taehyung continued pounding into you roughly, curses and moans falling from his lips as he took you. Your screams and moans were only making him more and more excited. You had never felt such pleasure in your life.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You panted, feeling the pressure that was building in your stomach. It was only a matter of seconds before you would be a blathering mess.

"Go ahead baby, let me hear the beautiful noises you make when you cum all over my cock." He commanded between moans.

His permission was all you needed. You saw stars just as your vision went dark, focusing entirely on the high of your orgasm.

"Taehyung!"

"Fuck yes. Scream my name. You feel so fucking good baby." Taehyung praised you as you started to come down.

Pleasure began to turn into overstimulation as he continued to thrust into you. "Fuck, slow down. Please." You pleaded.

Taehyung stopped and swiftly pulled out of you, turning you around to face him. He pulled your leggings the rest of the way down your legs, allowing you to step out of them quickly.

Your shirt followed shortly after, tossed to the side and forgotten before it even touched the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you against the wall, pressing his body into yours. He started placing rough kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of soon-to-be bruises as he smoothly unclasped your bra with his left hand.

"You really are perfect." He breathed. He stared intently at your breasts, playing softly with your aroused nipples as your body reacted to his touch.

His eyes pierced into yours as he lined himself at your entrance once again and pushed himself in. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you incredibly close.

"I know you can give me another one, baby. Just one more."

You leaned your head back against the wall while he fucked up into your cunt, your sex running down his cock and down to his balls.

"All the nights I had to jerk my own cock. When this sweet pussy was right next door. Fuck." Taehyung panted into your neck, breathless and fucked out.

All you could do was moan in response, trapped between the wall and your beautiful neighbor as you bounced repeatedly on his cock.

You felt your next orgasm approaching all too quickly as the softness of your walls began to swell with desire.

"Give it to me, baby. Give me all of that sweet, sticky sex." He growled, watching your tits as they bounced in rhythm with the rest of your body. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling you onto his cock with every thrust.

And you did exactly that. You came with such intensity that your body went numb for about 3 seconds. You couldn't even make any noises- just the sound of skin slapping as you held intense eye contact with Taehyung through your orgasm.

He laughed quietly before slowing his pace to a stop.

"I knew you could give me another one. Such a good girl."

He rested his forehead against yours as he resumed thrusting into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving yourself more support as you started to move your hips to match his thrusts.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby. Fuck." His thrusts started to lose rhythm as his jaw went slack.

"This pussy is mine now. To fuck whenever I want it." He rambled.

"Fuck."

"Say it. Tell me."

"Whenever you want." You moaned.

He watched himself moving in and out of you so effortlessly, putting him over the edge. After 3 more thrusts he pulled out of you, cumming all over your stomach as he held you in his arms.

You reached down and pumped his throbbing cock as he rode out his high, constant moans falling from his sweet lips.

"Fuck, y/n. Stop before we go for round two." He warned. You smirked as you let him go, satisfied with how pleased he was.

He let your legs down gently, making sure you were steady enough to stand before cleaning you up.

"That was fucking amazing." He breathed, tucking himself away and buckling his pants again.

"Agreed. You sure do know what you're doing." You answered, letting out a soft giggle as you pulled your leggings back on.

"I just know a beautiful work of art when I see one." He looked over at you and winked, making you blush.

He waited for you to get all of your clothes back on before pulling you closer to him. His hand grazed over your cheek, his eyes locked with yours.

"I meant what I said. You’re mine now."

[sexynetra]

Hi! LATAM queer here that doesn't have English as a first language writing this just so you understand the importance of your work:

I haven't been active in tumblr for like almost half a year now, but I literally just logged in today to see if you had post any RAWNSYF update/new dialogue that I might have missed. I had no ideia what was going on on twitter when I logged in today. And I'm so sorry that you got exposed like that. If it is any consolation, RAWNSYF is one of my favorite fics ever written. Def my fav anarcia fic. To me, fanfic in queer spaces is a way I can read about the queer experience and relate to my own life. That is what I love about RAWNSYF, I have a past love experience that is really similar to what Anetra is going through in your fic. By reading it, I can help my 18 year old self heal. I'm not sending you this to necessarily encourage you to post a new chapter. After all that happened yesterday, I'll totally understand if you never update. I'm telling you all this so you know that your work matter. Your fic might be one of the few media work that I've ever felt so represented. Fanfic is important to queer people like us because of this: we don't have much representation in the wide media. So we turn to our own community to see ourselves being represented in this kind of spaces. Because of this, I ask you with all the kindness that I have inside of me: if you don't want to post an update, I'll totally get it! But please, PLEASE, don't ever feel guilty for what you've already wrote and posted. It means more to people that never saw themselves in media that anyone who's not queer could ever understand.

Hi there <33

This has just been sitting in my inbox because every time I went to respond I started crying again 😅

This is the sweetest message I have ever received and I cannot even possibly express just how much it meant to me to read this.

I started rawnsyf out of a desire to see the stories I wanted to read about being shared. (Well, technically I started rawnsyf as a 2am writing practice that was never supposed to be expanded upon but here we are) I honestly never thought anyone else would actually read it 😂 it was just a little story that had all my favorite story tropes in it. That was it.

But then rawnsyf grew. It grew in the scope of what I was writing about, and it grew in its reach. Suddenly, people were reading it, and it was connecting with them on a level I never anticipated.

Rawnsyf started as a fanfic about two queens I enjoyed, but I hand on my heart believe that it has grown to be so much more than that. This story, that was originally just a fun little writing exercise and a cute little love story, has become something that people really feel a connection to, and feel represented by.

I honestly never expected that, it’s beyond my wildest dreams. I think anyone who creates content hopes that it will resonate with people, but I never expected the scope it would have (which sounds braggadocious but I never expected the story to really become important to anybody besides me, and over and over again the amazing community on here has proven me wrong).

It started as a story about two queens I love, but it has grown beyond that. The characters in the story have lives of their own. They exist beyond the drag queens that inspired them. And this message, maybe more than any other, reminds me just how powerful those characters can be.

I am so infinitely grateful that you took the time to send this message, and even more infinitely honored and touched that you have allowed me to express myself through my writing and taken it onto yourself. Nothing will ever mean more to me than people being able to feel seen and find healing through something I’ve created.

Rawnsyf is not over, and it’s all because of the love people like you have shared with me for this story.

I hope I can do you justice with this story and my heart is so full <3333

I am crying again so I will end this here but my heart just feels so full. Thank you for sending this to me and being so honest and vulnerable. It means more to me than you could ever know

[gaysindistress]

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for gender neutral reader? Can we request Halsin, Gale, Wyll, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

I had all of this info written in my main masterlist and navigation post but literally took it out last week😂😅 present me is now mad at past me but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️

I think this is mostly about BG3 so that’s what im basing my answers on. AND THANK YOU FOR SENDING SUCH A THOROUGH AND THOUGHTFUL ASK 🩷🩷 kisses to you my beautiful anon

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons?

Im down to do either. Lately I’ve been writing more headcanon type stuff but I’ve done both in the past.

As for how many, you could ask for as many as you’d like. Obviously the more the longer it’ll take me but also the more fun for me.

Would you do the same prompt with different characters?

absolutely!

My only thing is that I’ve had issues with people requesting the same prompt with other writers. I saw the same request (literally word for word) on at least three other fic blogs after I had gotten it and wrote something for it.

Can we request for gender neutral reader?

Of course! Ive been trying to make my stuff gender neutral and please tell me if I tagged it gn and it’s not. Im also open to writing male readers too!

Can we request Halsin, Gale, Wyll, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor?

Yes and please do. I need to share my thoughts on all of these lovely men with people.

Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc?

TRIGGER WARNING

Rape, suicide, and abuse between reader and main character are no gos for me. Other than that you can always send me a message and if it’s something that I’m not comfortable with, I’ll tell you and we can figure out something that works for both of us.

Do you do poly ships x reader?

I’ve never written a poly ship so idk if I would even do a good job but I can try

Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily?

Have you seen my Bucky masterlist? That shit is alllllll au’s. I collect au’s faster than Tav collected camp companions.

Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? Can anons request smut?

All of the above is a yes. Send me all of the things about how big of a sub Halsin can be or how Wyll would be the sweetest first time ever.

May I suggest reading ‘limits of a fae heart - five’ as an introduction to my nsfw work or running from the daylight if you’re looking for something with a darker tone.

Can we check with you if you received our requests?

I have a full time job as well as a husband and dogs that are very much my children so things might take me some time. I don’t mind the occasional “hey how’s it going? How’s the request coming along? Here is more inspiration for it.” but please be kind about it!

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Hey there! <3

There's just something that has been on my mind lately and I just really wanted to get rid of it, I'm really not the best when it comes to expressing what I feel but I will try to this time.

This account means a lot to me, like a safe space. Your writting is beyond lovely, it brings so much comfort to me, even on hard times. It might look like just words to some, but they mean a lot to me. I don't normally reveal this to anyone, but I used to struggle with self-harming, I've been clean for a year now. But lately, I had been wanting to do it again after seeing something that made me very upset; but when I visited your account and read one of your works, those thoughts immediately flew away.

It's funny how we manage to cause so much impact on someone, and be completely unaware of it.

I'll kindly ask you to not be so hard on yourself, you don't deserve it, and I hope that one day you manage to find some peace of mind. It honestly hurts me that seemingly only the sweetest of people suffer so much. You're loved, Murda. Remember that and hold it close to your chest whenever you feel down.

Oh, Anon.

You have no idea how much I needed this today. Literally the very minute it came through, I had just received some bad news and was sitting in my car, crying.

It means so much to me to be important to someone in some way when I feel so broken and invisible. To have helped you makes my usually melancholy heart actually feel something else. Something brighter.

I made a post about not venting on this blog. I had received cruel asks and messages. I’ve mostly stuck to that and tried to release the negative energy in my writing instead. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn’t.

I know I apologize to people who read my works a lot. I don’t mean to, honestly. It’s habit. Writing is legitimately all I have and mental illness is slowly taking it away from me.

This turned out a jumbled mess but I think I said what I meant to in one way or another.

Thank you so much again. I’m so touched and humbled. If you ever find yourself battling those urges again, I just want to share something I say out loud to myself. As with anything else when it comes to these struggles, sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn’t, but if it encourages you even one time, saves you one scar, it’s doing what I’ve hoped it would.

I truly hope that you continue on your path to healing. It’s not easy, though I don’t need to tell you that. I’m going to be sending all the positive energy that I can to you. I don’t know you, but I love you. And I’m proud of you. 🩵

[digitalgate02]

Scrapped Himekawa Maki's parts in the dropped Hinode project.

So you know... I've said it before, with Kizuna showing the 02 group going well and being happy, I decided to drop this entire project because I was satisfied with what they had done there.

Though, I liked some parts of it and especially Himekawa Maki's "redemption" arc parts. Well, she wasn't totally "redeemed" -- Think about Ex-Aid's Dan Kuroto in this case. The idea was that she could help Daisuke and co. to solve this strange mystery connected to the parallel world from Lady of the Castle counterparts -- with them discovering that their world also had a counterpart for Pandora (the main villain of that series) and that those new villains were after said person.

Maki would just help with technical and analysis stuff -- but hey, why can't they just ask Koushiro? Well, this was ▽ compliant and the biggest traumatic experience from 2005 made Daisuke feel a little... out of himself. So he believed he was the culprit for all of the mess caused by the ▽ villains and forced himself to isolate from the others -- he would only keep contact with Ken, Miyako and Iori for some reason. No, he wasn't... angry with the other eight, but more with himself.

Anyway, here's the Maki's parts! I'll put the context for better understanding.

Ch 6 - Energetic Waves, Fauermon

It hadn’t been her end. She was pretty alive, but far away from her duties. Her partner, and by that meant her human partner, had been missing and possibly considered dead. Insanity had kept Himekawa Maki out of her job. “You… You’re not dead right?” She was glancing at a photo, her hands shaking but holding tight the portrait. “Tell me… You’re NOT dead…” She couldn’t believe in what they said to her. Not three years ago, not now. Maki was feeling an emptiness in her heart, the people she loved had left and she was alive. The Chosen Children had found her lost, after the events. Daisuke had yelled at her and had accused to tricking them. She had felt guilty… But learning that her partner had died… No, she hadn’t believed in those kids. All she had done caused that mess. It had been her fault. Once she had returned to the human world, her boss had forced her to retire. Maki hadn’t complained, and had left. Without Bakumon she had no power. BUT without Nishijima Daigo she felt incomplete. Now she was looking at that old photo of them, taken by the sweetest girl in the Chosen Children group, Kitabayashi Hitomi. “Call me.” Her eyes were fixated on the boy’s smile. “CALL ME…!!” If the price she had to pay for having Bakumon back meant Daigo’s death… … She shouldn’t have made a deal with Yggdrasil. “Himechan…!” - a voice called her, a feminine voice. The person opening the door was… “Daigo??” No, it was Hitomi. Visiting her from her day off. A woman -- with neck length black red hair and moon shaped glasses, wearing a black suit similar to the one Maki used to wear -- entered the room and frowned. “No, it’s just me.” Maki turned her head back to the photo.

Context: This was Maki's debut in the story, as well for Hitomi, who is the girl pictured in pt4 flashbacks. The one with Orochimon/Xuawumon as partner. You might remember her from this post here. Hitomi is a headcanon name for this girl.

Ch 7 - You never saw it coming

Ken was returning home when he received a message. Curiously, the Chosen of Kindness stopped nearby a store and checked his phone to see who sent him a text. He widened his eyes in shock about the sender. He didn’t expect THAT name to appear in a while, not when all of his troubles had started with her. But their exchange… What do you want? - Ichijouji I’ve been contacted by your friend, asking for my services - Himekawa I thought you had fun enough with us - Ichijouji My crimes had been paid with his death. I do not beg your pardon - Himekawa Which friend are you talking about? - Ichijouji Motomiya Daisuke, why do you ask? - Himekawa He would be the least person in this world to make a deal with you again - Ichijouji She got on Ken’s nerves. From all he had gathered about her, he couldn’t accept her help at all. Like, why would Daisuke contact her? My phone got a message from him, unless it’s a scammer - Himekawa Why did you contact me, then? - Ichijouji I need your digivice once again, to re-analyze it - Himekawa “What?!” - Ken almost broke his phone thanks to all the anger he felt - “Why would Daisuke want HER help??! Is he sane?! She was the one who tricked us in the first place!” You stole it from me to analyze it once, don’t you have the data with you? - Ichijouji The data is stored in the Bureau, and I was forced to be retired for a while - Himekawa … “Retired”? - Ichijouji You don’t need further details of my life, I’m asking for your cooperation this time - Himekawa How can I be sure you’re not going to fool us again? - Ichijouji I give you my word I won’t do anything against you or your friends - Himekawa Can he believe her?

Context: This is a follow up to the previous scene where Daisuke, Miyako, Hikari and Takeru discuss how to discover more about the digimon trying to murder Daisuke and how they can "freeze" the place during those attacks, blocking the digivice signal. Daisuke says "I can't believe I'm doing this, but we need her help this time." Note that he could've asked Koushiro, but he's still trying to not bother any of the older six and is still recovering from his own paranoiac episode. He will get better later, I promise!! But Ken is not very happy with that idea...

Not totally Maki-related, but here's the follow up of this scene with Hitomi:

A teacher had been observing Iori talking with a couple of kids and then left to talk on the phone. She, Kitabayashi Hitomi, was interested in whatever he was talking with… So she approached with caution to at least hear what he was saying. “I know, I need to pick Upamon and I can do it for you. No? Are you saying Daisuke-san contacted that woman?! Why didn’t he ask Ken-san for that information? Ah… I forgot about it… Ken-san suffered a memory loss once the Dark Seed stopped working.” He sighed, but proceeded: “No, I have nothing against her but… Is he sure we can trust her after all the things she has done to us? Is it even okay, because I do not want to remind him that she’s the one who sent us to the battlefield and probably encapsulated us once we were unconscious.” “The Chosen Children are trying to contact Himechan?” - Hitomi thought, but she decided to not call her boss. To be honest, she wanted to know more details… Perhaps asking Himechan by herself? “I see… He has some plan in mind” - Iori blinked in surprise - “I’m going to pick Upamon now, if you have more news please contact me immediately. See you there.” And he left the school. Not realizing Hitomi was around. “What would the children want with Himechan? Should I ask them?” - she wondered - “Maybe I should ask Himechan? I will keep my eyes on Hida-kun.”

In which you learn she's also an undercover teacher, but at Odaiba Jr. High School (aka Middle School) instead, as a Science teacher.

Ch 8 - Deals

If Daisuke said so, we can trust her… Not. That was what Ken thought, he was against that idea of asking Himekawa for help. But he had to, his memories about the Kaiser’s tricks and gimmicks never had returned. And knowing the Data Bureau wouldn’t let touch the analysis she did in the prior three years gave him no choices. The young kids met her after school, in her residence. There, the kids saw a few photos of Daigo, and some peculiar ones with them as children with a group formed by five kids and… five digimons?! But when… “Himekawa-san was one of the original Chosen Child” - Miyako explained to Takeru and Hikari - “That’s how she gained Daisuke’s trust.” “Why didn’t she tell us before?” - Hikari was in shock - “Does it mean Nishijima-san was one too?” “Yeah, he too” - Daisuke answered her - “I guess we know by the photos who were their digimon partners.” Most of them had Bakumon, some of them had the other digimon and their partners: A Muchomon with a chubby boy, a Guilmon for a sporty boy and a Kamemon for a girl with glasses. Daigo’s partner was a Bearmon and they were present in the group’s photo. Iori realized the girl with glasses looked like a teacher from Odaiba Junior High. Daisuke, Miyako, Hikari and Takeru too, since they had seen her when they attended the school three years ago. “Kitabayashi-sensei was a Chosen Child too?” - they said in unison. “Ah, you’re here” - Maki received them, and they glanced at her - “Oh…” - she realized they were looking at the photos - “I apologize for not telling you kids before, it was confidential information.” “Confidential?” - they repeated. “In the time we all were recruited, we were forced to not contact the new Chosen Children. Actually, the Data Bureau was only created after the incidents of August 1999 and we became the bridge connecting the human world and the Digital World. In other words, all our work was to represent the Bureau in front of Gennai-san and the Digital World’s deities. I also was the vessel for Homeostasis in the past, which means I got a higher position for being able to bring her to the human world for beforehand reunions.” “You were a vessel like Hikari-chan?!” - Takeru gasped. “I didn’t like it, because Homeostasis had betrayed me as a child. But that’s not storytelling time, Motomiya-kun said you kids needed my help.” “Ah yes, we were almost forgetting it!” - Daisuke then glanced at Ken - “Ken, please?” Ken wasn’t okay with that idea. “I don’t understand what you want to search on my digivice, Daisuke” - he answered - “Actually we’re trying to search for some way to discover what’s blocking our power when we’re… Dragged in a distorted reality.” “Hm…” - she was thoughtful. “That’s why we need to check your digivice, Ken!” - Daisuke insisted - “Because you had this power once… Because your digivice is the Digivice of Darkness, right?” “Yes, I agree” - the other nodded - “But it sounds like it’s my fault you’re unable to evolve your partners and I… I do not like to feel that I’m the issue.” “It’s not you, we know that! We want to know about the source of the dark powers. They must have something similar from your digivice…!” “I see…” - he hesitated, then he glared at Maki - “I will let you do your analysis, but I demand to keep an eye on you. Takeru-kun and Daisuke will stay at the door, Miyako-san and I will be with you. Hikari-san and Iori-kun will stay at the front door.” “Even if I wanted to do something harmful, I could’ve done once you all were here” - Maki replied calmly - “But if it would make you comfortable, then feel free to lock the front door and the windows so I can’t escape from them.” “She’s sassy like Ken-kun” - Miyako whispered to the others.

Context: You can clearly notice this is old because I used my own assumptions for the partners of the kids, that before ReArise game (suspiciously) released the playable Holy Beasts evoline in game, which also used the same digimon depicted in pt4. I had this funny idea of the leader of them all being not Daigo, but Qinglongmon's tamer -- So I made him be a Guilmon here.

Also this is the part I miss the most -- Because the funny clash of sass masters Ken and Maki lol. And yeah, this would be the part Maki just spills the beans about her, Daigo and Hitomi's connections with the digimon.

Ch 9 - Fire 'n' Ice

“I have the results, Please contact Motomiya-kun as soon as possible.” Why was she calling Ken? Why was she talking to him and telling him to give the news if she could do that by herself? Ken had no patience with her anymore, but he had to cooperate and be polite. She was older than him, more older than Osamu. But oh he hated her. Hated her voice and her mind. “I will, but could you tell me what you found in my digivice?” “Well, that’s supposed to be discussed with your group in the next meeting. I’m sure you would wait until then.” “I’m very curious about the results” - he was pretty irritated with her, but didn’t let it be noticed in his voice. He kept speaking calmly - “If you could give me some information by phone, I’d be thankful.” “I found an interesting mechanism in your device. Unique, different from the digivice of your friend Inoue. It’s able to generate Dark energy and Light energy, it seems it’s related to the World of Darkness, or as you kids call it, Dark Ocean.” “That we know already, it was how we sealed Daemon six years ago. I opened the gate to the Dark Ocean and sent him there.” “I found that plan stupid when I learned about the events.” “What did you expect us to have done?! Let him catch me?!” “You could’ve gathered your friends’ digimon and finished him. If you had Omegamon’s All Delete on your side--” “We couldn’t! Their digimon was out of energy to help us! We had no choice, so please avoid criticizing our decisions and give me details.” “Your digivice has some kind of shard, like a sand pebble, from the Dark Ocean. It’s not literal, there’s data from that world installed in your D-3.” “A program?” “Yes, what did you expect? It’s a program. If you could bring me some samples of this distorted reality, I could discover more about its functions.” “Um… I will tell Daisuke and the others about it, I’m sorry but I have to go.” “Anytime.”

Context: Still part of the sub-plot she was involved, by analyzing stuff and telling the children. Ken and her had this not-so-friendly relationship as well, because of the events of ▽ lol. Anyway, this was the last thing I wrote before dropping the entire story.

You can read a few redux version drabbles of the main part of the story (the ones related to Wallace, Dai-Lightnimon, the Digimental Weapons, and the evil guys of this dropped plot) on my AO3.

Hope you enjoyed it ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[malleux]

Here’s my info for our trade

Fire Emblem male matchup plz (any of the games is fine)

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

hi lovely! thank you for doing this! it’s been super fun. also, apologies if i get something wrong it’s been forever since i’ve played fe3h.

i match you with… ashe!

Ashe is genuinely one of the most caring and kind people you’d ever met. You met your first day at the monastery and accidentally tripped up the stairs going to the library. Ashe saw and immediately asked if you were okay, making sure you had no injuries and reassuring you if you were a little embarrassed.

You mentioned that you were new, and he offered to take you on a tour of the monastery. You’d already been given one by Seteth, but Goddess knows he was difficult to pay attention to, so you agreed. It was way more fun than studying, and Ashe’s company was a lot better than being alone in a new place.

You grew accustomed to having him by your side—whether it be in the Blue Lions classroom, the training arena, or the dining hall. You were inseparable.

Sure, the rest of the Lions were amazing company, but it just didn’t compare to Ashe.

You both kept the other Lions out of trouble, making sure they do their best in school and training as well as each other. Ashe uplifts you in every aspect of your life, whether it’s your academics, talents, training, or just being your best self. He’s genuinely your biggest supporter and this is still before you get together. Imagine how he is once you actually do.

Ashe is like, the sweetest boyfriend to exist. He wants to do almost everything for you just for the sake of taking care of you, but also respects your boundaries. No PDA or affection that is too much for you to handle. Keeps an eye out in case you do get shy, but thinks it’s super cute so he might do it on purpose here and there. Never too far, though.

It gets rough when Lonato dies, and even harder once the war begins. With Dimitri and the Professor’s return, the war becomes serious and your relationship is put under a lot of strain. There are stressful times and hard conversations about your lives on the line. But never once does he want to leave you or think that you’re not worth the added stress.

If anything, Ashe trains harder to be able to protect both him and you, even though he knows you’re fully capable of protecting yourself. You do the same, ready to risk your life to save him even though you promised him you wouldn’t.

Luckily for the both of you, it doesn’t come to that. The war is won, and it is time for peace.

You and Ashe find peace in Faerghus, where he takes over Lonato’s lordship and works closely with Dimitri and Byleth to rebuild Fodlan. You help him, supporting your now-fiancé to the best of your abilities.

Your life has been up and down since the day you met Ashe, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. Especially when you see the tears in his eyes as you walk down the isle, all of your former classmates and friends around you. Life is good.

[redflannelsheets]

Now I’m just reblogging other things I want to show you here, too, haha. Give me enough time and I’ll probably be reblogging the ridiculous things too, though I still do that on my first tumblr. I remember way back in the day when you started following it and I didn’t know why you were so interested, but at that time I was still in this place where I thought you couldn’t possibly like me, not for real, but that was low self-esteem talking. Do you know how much you made me believe in myself simply by liking me? I asked you like three years ago if you liked me, and you wrote me the loveliest response, ending with that you liked me the most, and I cried. I also laughed because of course your grandmother gets top billing, I love that she’s your favorite person. I would hope I come in second to such a remarkable woman.

Time works strangely for me. Every yesterday is the fresh imprint of some fond memory or another of you, of us. I still feel so close to you. I wake up and there you are on my mind. I don’t know how other people get emotional distance from things. All time exists at once for me. I’m actually afraid I might start processing things like “normal” people and forget all of the warmth and joy I had with you. Little conversations and those silly cartoon us-es in the chat and walls of text and cute selfies of you and laying in my bed bathed in the glow of my phone screen reading the sweetest words I’ve ever been told. I cried once when you said I eased your anxiety. I didn’t know how to respond to it properly and I’m afraid you thought I was being dismissive, but even now it’s one of the most precious compliments I’ve ever received.

I miss all those speech-to-text rambles you used to send when you were still on the other coast. You said once you just liked telling me things and I wish I’d told you how much I loved you telling me things, except I was still in that place where I thought I should cover my feelings with some kind of veil, lest I scare you off with the intensity of me.

I had a nightmare last night and you were in it somewhere around the edges and I woke up wondering if I would ever tell you about any of my dreams again. I’m afraid that you hate me. I’m afraid that you hate yourself. I’m afraid of all of the things I don’t know. I know, I said in a previous letter-to-nowhere here that I can’t be afraid of what I don’t know but fuck it, I’m a human being, and we’re all wavy-gravy-loosey-goosey creatures. There is consistency—that I like you, that i love you, that I miss you above all else I have ever lost, including my mother—but in your silence I waver on other things sometimes. I’m not giving up the self-esteem, though. You can’t blame me for believing in how rad I am after your constant reinforcement! I know I’m pretty great, not just because you believe in me, but because that belief allowed me to consider that maybe other people don’t think I’m so bad either. I don’t say “I’m pretty great” lightly—it took me a long time to get here and it definitely flickered off and on when you left. But I embrace it now. I am pretty great, though not better than anyone else. I’m not sitting on a high horse looking down on others. But I’m not awful, either. I’m not a bad no-good person. I’ve made dodgy decisions due to my own cowardice, but I’m determined not to make those mistakes again. I learn by committing errors, whether it’s with Duolingo or my heart. I will never accept a place in the shadows again. I will never enable anyone to skirt the truth again. Unfortunately with you it probably means I’ll never get another chance to prove myself, but at least I know I learned a lesson, no matter how sad it makes me.

Where was I going with any of this? I don’t know. I hope you’re having a good day. I hope the inspiration flows and the words come to you as you need them. I hope that your favorite podcasts are keeping you good company. I hope that you are having nice dinners and enjoying the laughter of your friends.

I love you. So much.

Still.

[melissa-driggers-photography]

Styled Maternity Photo Session in Burke, Virginia

Burke, Virginia Styled Maternity Session

This momma was the winner of a giveaway I did for my birthday in October, and I seriously couldn't have imagined a more deserving winner! When she won the giveaway, her due date was still a bit farther away, but we got her on the calendar for a Burke maternity session in March. As we started discussing what dress she would like to wear, she asked me if it was ok for her to provide her own dress. First of all, yes this is absolutely ok for any of my maternity sessions! You are not required to wear one of my dresses, but they are here for you to borrow.   After some discussion, I convinced mom to at least give some of my dresses a try at an in-home dress fitting just to see. The truth is that you never know what the dresses will look and feel like once you have them on. You may see them in a photo on my website and think it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen and you HAVE to wear that dress, only to find out at your dress fitting that you can't stand the way it looks on you! But the opposite might be true as well! You may see one of my dresses and think "oh that's nice, but I don't love it" and then fall in love with how it looks and feels on you!

That's exactly what happened with this momma! She ended up not liking the dress she bought for herself and fell in love with one of my dresses! It flattered her so beautifully in every way! Mom went on to text me that afternoon after her dress fitting expressing just how beautiful she had felt in my dress before ever evening getting to her actual maternity session, and it just brought me so much joy and reminded me once again that this is why I do what I do. Pregnant mommas deserve to look and feel amazing during their maternity session, and that's what I set out to do for every single one of my moms that books me.   March is also one of those months where you never know what you're going to get for locations. I have my favorite spots around Northern Virginia, but I spent some time driving around to a few spots to see what they looked like in March right before her session so we could make a good judgement call on where to go that didn't still look dead and ugly. Well, we got incredibly lucky that there was a beautiful line of blossoming trees at Burke Lake Park in Fairfax County that we were able to use for some epic photos. So not only did mom look and feel gorgeous, our location looked absolutely stunning and complemented how beautiful mom looked as well!

Having been on the other side of the photographer/client relationship, I know how hard it is to wait to see your photos, and I always try to give moms a quick look at the back of the camera during the session. One, this helps them to see just how incredibly beautiful they look and really gives them the confidence to keep taking even more gorgeous shots. But two, it also gives them a little taste of what's to come. I was so excited by some of the epic shots that we got from this session, that I immediately had to share a quick photo of the back of my camera screen online. Mom did not have to wait long for her sneak peek, even though it was unedited!   So fast forward to gallery delivery, and I couldn't be happier with the end results. Mom loved her photos, and she had the sweetest things to say. In her review she said, "Like so many others, I’ve been struggling with self-consciousness and weight gain with pregnancy, but she made me feel like a goddess. The confidence she instilled in me during the shoot can be reflected in the pictures and I’ve received SO MANY COMPLIMENTS." Once again, THIS is why I do what I do, and I hope that every mom walks away from a session with me feeling that way.

  Burke, Virginia Styled Maternity Session

  If you found this post because you're looking for a Northern Virginia photographer, you're in the right place! I specialize in styled maternity and in-home lifestyle newborn photography and would love to talk to you about your photography needs! I look forward to hearing from you!   For more motherhood content, check out these posts: - Premier Birth Center Chantilly | 16 Informative Questions for Expecting Moms - Mamistad | Creating Meaningful Connections Between Moms Read the full article