#if you wanna tell me you can reply reblog or send an ask. but i dont have anons on rn :0

[risingsunresistance]

skyblock players how many commissions have you done, i'm curious

[morgana-pendragon]

I want to send a link to this poll because I think the results are inaccurate since it might not have gotten to the Swiftie community yet: https://www.tumblr.com/redheadbigshoes/722214644983447552/question-for-people-whore-lgbt-are-you-a-taylor

hey! i’ve only just logged on for the day, and i admire your commitment to getting your message to so many people (as i can see from the tags), but for future reference, as i don’t think i’ve made it clear in the past (or you simply don’t follow me): please don’t send me links to discourse blogs like these. they put me in severe states of distress and i try to avoid them as much as possible. thanks so much for thinking of me as a queer swiftie (as i am one!), but please try to be mindful in the future ❤️‍🩹

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Pity Party.

Synopsis - Carmy just wants to see you treated the way he thinks you deserve. He decides to take matters into his own hands.

Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Roommate Reader

Word Count - 3k

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol mention. carmys filthy mouth.

Age Rating - 18+

Author's Note - hello hello hello!! i am back!! i had a wonderful vacation soaking up the sun, and i am feeling refreshed and ready to go. i have had so many ideas over the past few weeks, so i'm excited to get some of them written asap!! this was a fic that came to me randomly, as i was thinking about roommate!carmen and how much of a menace he'd be if you ever talked about other guys. this was written as a part of my carmen roommates collection. it doesn't follow on from Finders, Keepers or Sweet Dreams, but it does exist in the same universe - so you can decide if this takes place before or after!! as always, feel free to send me any ideas or thoughts or burning desires you have. so much love <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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"You're back early."

Carmy had swung the door open, expecting to come home to an empty apartment. Instead, he's met with the sight of you, sitting on the couch, undoing the straps of your shoes.

"Fuckin' disaster," you mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

He breathes out a chuckle at the stormy look on your face. Carmy thinks you're cutest when you're angry. He aches to smooth the crease between your brows with his thumb.

"That bad?" he asks, taking a seat next you and kicking off his sneakers.

"You wouldn't even believe."

He rises and makes his way to the kitchen, filling the tea kettle and placing it on the stove top. Grabbing two mugs, he casts a glance over his shoulder at you, frowning at your body language. You look defeated.

Carmy steeps two cups of tea, placing one of them carefully into your waiting hands. He resumes his seat on the sofa, pressing his thigh against yours and turning to face you.

"You wanna talk about it?"

You think for a moment before replying.

"You're gonna laugh at me."

His face instantly crumples, confusion written all over it.

"I'll never laugh at you. I'll laugh with you, sure. But never at you."

He nudges your shoulder with his, urging you to go on.

"Okay, fine. The actual date was pretty good. He took me to that Italian place downtown-"

"Dolce Vita? Did you get the truffle pasta I told you about?" Carmy interrupts you before you can continue.

"Yes, oh my God. It was incredible. Do you think you can recreate it sometime?"

"Fuck yeah. They're pretty secretive with their recipes, but I think I can figure it out. You can help me if you want - I'm gonna need a sous chef."

He pulls a reluctant laugh from you, the sound echoing off the ceramic of your mugs. You both know that being the sous chef involves you sitting on the counter drinking wine while Carmy does all the work.

"Of course. I'll always be your sous chef."

"I'll hold you to that."

You smile at him gently, a little taken aback by the sincerity in his voice.

"Anyway. The dinner went great. He seemed super interested in me, asked me questions, told me about his job, his hobbies, his dog. He was hot, and good to talk to. I thought I'd hit the jackpot."

"And then?"

"And then we went back to his apartment. And it all went to shit."

He chuckles, blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.

"Tell me more."

"You really want to hear about all of this?"

It's not like you and Carmy aren't close. You absolutely are. It's just that there's always been this unspoken connection between the two of you. A bubbling, fiery attraction that you both shut down repeatedly, screwing the lid on tight whenever it rears its head. So, you tend to avoid talking to Carmy about dating. You're scared you'll accidentally blurt out the truth - you compare every single date to him.

"Of course I do."

His answer is so genuine it makes you ache. You continue, hesitantly.

"Well... things got a little... heavy. He wasn't a bad kisser, I guess... he just wasn't... a good one? He kept biting my lip super hard and it kinda hurt. Then he pulled my clothes off like a high schooler, and he's on top of me, and I'm waiting for him to sort of... do... anything? And then he's finished. Like, completely done. And then he has the nerve to ask me if I finished."

Carmy's mouth has fallen open, shock etched across his face. After a long, heavy pause, he speaks.

"What the fuck?"

You look at him for moment, before bursting into contagious laughter. He joins you, both of you with your heads thrown back, giggles reverberating around the lowlit room.

"I mean, seriously," he pants, still laughing. "What the fuck?"

"I didn't even answer him. I just put my clothes on, grabbed my bag and left without saying a word."

Every time you try to stifle your laughter, a giggle escapes. The situation wasn't funny at the time, but looking back, it's hilarious.

All of a sudden, you both go silent. You're deep in thought, reflecting on the seemingly never ending stream of bad dates that you've endured. Carmy is watching you intently, ocean blue eyes glued to your face.

"Fuck," you breathe. "This is kinda pathetic."

Carmy inhales deeply, and turns his body so it's facing yours on the couch.

"The way I see it," he begins, "you have two options."

You quirk a brow in confusion and stay quiet, waiting for him to explain.

"You can sit here feeling sorry for yourself, or, you can let me fuck you the way you deserve."

Your mouth falls open in shock at the exact same moment your brain seems to shut down. You can't think. You can't process his words. All you can focus on is the way he's staring at you. You suddenly feel hot under his gaze, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. A shiver runs down your spine, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Wh-... what?" you choke out.

"You heard me, honey. You can wallow in your little pity party, or you can let me show you what it's like to be with someone who can actually make you come. Your choice."

His voice has dropped an octave lower than usual, the tone warm and honeyed. He's still staring at you, blue gaze unrelenting.

"Is this gonna fuck everything up between us?" you whisper hesitantly.

Carmy reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb stroking careful circles into your skin.

"I don't think anything can fuck up what we have," he murmurs. "You're the only thing in my life that makes sense."

His confession seems to sober you up, the honesty in his words snapping you back to your senses.

"Okay."

He almost does a double take at the sureness in your voice.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Put your money where your mouth is, Carmen."

"There she is," he chuckles. "You scared me when you went quiet for a second there."

"Well, if what you say is true, you're not gonna be able to shut me up for the night."

He laughs darkly, and slides closer to you slightly.

"Oh, honey. You're gonna wish you hadn't said that."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing the journey of your neck with his fingertips. He rests his hand lightly at the base of your throat, the heavy weight of it making you pant.

"If there's any point where you don't like something, or you want me to slow down, just say so. Okay?"

You nod your head, entranced by the sudden dominance he's displaying. You've never seen this side of him before. You can't believe he's been hiding it this whole time.

"Words, pretty. Need to hear you say it."

"Yes. I understand. I'll tell you, I promise."

He doesn't say anything in reply, just smirks. He lets you sit in the silence for a moment too long, the anticipation slowly killing you.

"Please, Carmen," you breathe. "Please."

"Fuck," he groans, shuffling closer to you. "You sound so pretty when you beg."

Carmy leans in and kisses your cheek gently, testing the waters. He presses a kiss to your other cheek, and pulls back to watch for your reaction. When he's happy, he tilts forward and leaves a careful kiss on your chin, then your forehead, then both of your closed eyes, before kissing you on the side of your mouth. His closeness makes you whine, desperate for him to give you what you want.

Finally, he connects his lips to yours, starting off slow and tender. When you tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and try to pull him even closer, his resolve snaps. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You clamber over him and climb into his lap, straddling his hips and pressing yourself into his body.

Carmy can't decide where to put his hands. He's grabbing at your waist, running his fingers up your back, pulling you into him by your ass. You're both groaning into each others mouths, enraptured by the other person and the all consuming way they kiss.

"Can I take this off?" he asks lowly, pulling at the hem of your dress.

Instead of answering, you pull it over your head, throwing it onto the floor in front of you.

"Fuck," he murmurs. "Most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

His hands are roaming all of your exposed skin, as if he can't get enough. He's terrified he won't ever get to see you like this again, so he's not going to waste a second.

You grind your hips down into his, eliciting a groan from the both of you. His hands tighten their grip on your waist, as he leans up to press open mouthed kisses to your jaw. Your fingers fly to the hem of his t shirt, pulling it off swiftly. You manage to shove his jeans down and off, before attempting to pull off his underwear. Carmy stops you in your tracks.

"Nuh uh," he tuts. "This is about you. Not me."

He pulls you off his lap gently and shuffles so his back is resting against the couch cushions. He spreads his legs wide, and gestures for you to sit between them. When you don't move, he looks at you carefully.

"Give me a color, pretty girl."

You take a deep breath, and smile at him softly.

"Green, Carmen. Promise."

You manoeuvre sideways, so you can place yourself with your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around you for a moment and holds you tightly, as if he's scared you'll disappear any second. You relax into his embrace, all the tension leaving your body. You have nothing to worry about. It's just you and Carmen, in the place you call home.

You drop your head back into Carmy's shoulder, and allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of his hands on your skin. He's begun tracing patterns down your arms, your sides, your stomach, until he reaches your underwear. He plays with the band, dipping his finger underneath in a feather light touch. Goose bumps rise across your body and you shiver, practically vibrating with need.

"Carmen," you whisper. "Don't tease."

"But that's half the fun," he murmurs into your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You can picture it perfectly, too. The way his eyes crinkle, the way his mouth curves, the way he bites his lip to stifle it. The image in your mind makes you melt into him further. You want to be as close to him as you physically can be. You'd completely disappear into him if you could.

He brings you back to reality by cupping you over your underwear, groaning when he feels the saturated material.

"Oh, pretty girl. Is this all for me? Fuck."

Suddenly, his game of teasing has lost all its fun. Carmy twists his fingers into your underwear and pulls them off in one swift movement, throwing them in the general direction of your dress on the floor. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, hooking them over his legs.

Carmy starts off slow, careful. He caresses over your skin, gentle and almost apprehensive. When he gets to your core, he swipes a finger through, testing the waters. When you buck your hips into his hand, he knows you're both on the same page.

"Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good."

His deep, smooth, whiskey like voice is doing nothing to help the heat bubbling in your stomach. You only whine in response, wiggling your hips to urge him to keep going.

Carmy throws one arm around your stomach, keeping you plastered to his body. You can feel him hot and hard against your back, and you so desperately want to feel him that your mouth is watering. You grind back into him, and he reads your mind.

"Not yet," he whispers. "This is about you, remember? Need to show you what you've been missing."

With that, he circles your clit with two fingers, slowly but surely. He revels in the noises you elicit. They're making him dizzy, disorientated. He never thought he'd be the one to pull a sound like that from you. He's quite convinced he's dreaming.

"Let me hear you. Don't hold back on me, okay?"

You nod your head frantically, willing to give him whatever he asks if you get what you want.

Carmy slips a finger into you slowly, moaning under his breath at your warmth. When he thinks you're ready, he adds a second finger, and sets a steady rhythm, trying to figure out what you like.

After he's set his pace, he starts to curl his fingers on the up stroke, grinning to himself when he finds the spot.

"Yeah? Right there? That's it, isn't it?"

You're nodding and shaking and pawing at his forearms, trying to tether yourself to reality in any way you can. You think you might be floating, on cloud 9, in some sort of euphoric trance. You can't believe no one's ever made you feel like this before. You're convinced no one ever will again.

Carmy quickens his pace and basks in the glory of your moans. He thinks this might be the most beautiful you've ever looked, spread out completely for him. Every inch of your skin is touching his, and it makes his heart skip a beat for a second.

He presses a kiss into your hair and keeps his mouth there, murmuring honeyed praises into your ear.

"Doin' so good for me."

"You got it, honey, that's it."

"Atta girl. Keep going. Almost there."

"You look so fuckin' pretty like this. Fuck. Gonna be thinking about this forever."

"I'll ruin you, baby. Nothing's ever gonna compare to this, to what we have."

All you can do is moan in response, his filthy words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You're almost there, but something is stopping you. You whine in frustration, tears welling in your eyes. Carmy feels the tension suddenly grasp your muscles, and leans down to mutter to you softly.

"What is it, sweet girl? What do you need? Just tell me. Anything, and I'll give it to you."

You're not sure how much you trust your voice right now, so you decide to show him instead. You take the hand that he's using to hold you to him and move it up your body until it's resting against your throat. You tighten your fingers around his, and moan in response to the pressure.

"Oh, baby," he coos. "Filthy fuckin' girl. Here I thought you were so innocent, and this whole time you wanted to be choked like a whore?"

The way he degrades you so lovingly makes you mewl. You'd never ever trust anyone else to speak to you this way in such an intimate moment - but with Carmen, there's no hesitation. You know he's just telling you what you need to hear in the heat of the moment. And you love him for it.

"Fuck, Carmen," you manage to choke out. "Keep going. Don't stop, please."

"I'll do anything you want if you keep saying my name like that," he whispers.

"Carmen," you moan in response. "Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy Carmy."

You're chanting his name like a prayer. He's rutting into your back, hips grinding and circling in time with his fingers that are maintaining their steady rhythm. His fingers tighten around your throat as he crooks his digits just right, and the result is a devastating moan from you that Carmy wishes to have on repeat for the rest of his life.

"So close," you whisper hoarsely. "Harder."

Carmy uses his thumb to circle your clit with one hand, other hand pulling you by your neck back into him tightly. He grinds his hips dirtily into you, and the feeling of him so silky and warm against you is what sends you over the edge. The corners of your vision go white as you arch into him, head thrown backwards into his chest. The sounds you're making are so melodic, so borderline angelic that Carmy almost cries. Heaven, he thinks. This is salvation.

Carmy finishes with you, climaxing onto the soft skin of your back. You both relax simultaneously, chests heaving and panting. He removes his fingers gently and wraps both arms around you, pulling you into him tightly despite the mess. He reaches to brush the hair out of your face, and the gesture is so tender it makes your lip quiver.

"Thank you," you whisper after what feels like hours of comfortable silence.

"Sorry I called you a whore," he murmurs back.

You let out a surprised laugh, vibrating with amusement in his arms.

"I know you didn't mean it."

"I mean I did give you the best orgasm of your life, so... call it even?"

"You're forgiven," you chuckle. "Completely forgiven."

You trace gentle patterns over his forearms with your fingertips, following the black ink of his tattoos. He sighs in contentment and places a kiss into your hair, relaxing further into the couch.

You sit together like that for a while, neither of you too concerned with the time. It's not often you see Carmy so relaxed, so serene. You're enjoying it for as long as you can.

"We should clean up," he says quietly, eventually. "Sorry about the mess."

"It's okay. Worth it," you tease, pinching his thigh. He pinches your side in retaliation, which makes you jump.

"Come on, trouble."

He stands from the couch, never letting go of the grip he has on you. You have no choice but to stand with him, yelping as he half carries you through the apartment towards the shower.

The sounds of both of your laughter bounce off of the abandoned mugs of tea still sat on the coffee table, melodic and joyous. The moonlight seeps through the windows, illuminating the beginning of something special in the living room of your shared apartment.

[bratbby333]

oh em GEEEE IMAGINE GAMER BF SUKUNA WANTING TO PLAY MINECRAFT W YOU BUT HES STUBBORN SO HE DOESNT ADMIT IT BUT YOU CATCH HIM PLAYING BY HIMSELF ON HIS OWN PC AND YOU TEASE HIM SAYING HE COULDVE JUST ASKED 💔💔💔💔💔

gamer!bf sukuna fluff—sfw !! cw: language. smau + blurb

with a quick kiss on your forehead, sukuna informs you he’s running competitive games on COD for a cash prize and emphasizes that he needs you to leave him alone so he can focus. god, he can be such a diva.

you’ve been curled up on the couch for an hour or so, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. sukuna is holed up in the office, most likely talking shit and being a menace online.

a brief yell echoes through your apartment, followed by a quick slam of his fists against his desk.

“im done with this shit,” he exclaims, most likely quitting the game he was in. it seems he didn’t win his competition.

you giggle to yourself, shaking your head. you find it amusing how angry he gets during his games. but, you do feel a bit bad that he lost, so you decide to invite him to a voice call on discord.

as you navigate to your private chat with him, you watch as his status changes from “playing COD” to…wait. that can’t be right…minecraft? no way. that’s impossible.

you give it 30 minutes to see if it was just an accidental click. when you check back, his status remains the same.

you smirk as you open up your messages, eager to see if he’ll confess.

you giggle to yourself as you stand from the couch, taking quick steps down the hall.

as you push open the office door, a cheeky grin can’t help but pull at your cheeks as you approach him.

you join him at the desk, taking a seat in front of your monitor. “you’re so stubborn, ya know that?”

“i told you not to speak of this ever again,” he muttered, aimlessly walking around minecraft as he waits for your computer to boot up.

“lemme just hear you say it,” you tease.

“say what?” he asks, turning to face you, a look of annoyance on his face at your adamance to continue this conversation.

“you like minecraft,” you replied simply, raising your eyebrows. “just admit it and i’ll never say another word.”

he stared at your for a minute, his jaw clenching and unclenching. with a heavy sigh, he turns back to his monitor, grumbling an almost inaudible, “i like minecraft,” with a roll of his eyes.

but it’s a lie. a dirty little secret. he doesn’t just like it, he loves it. he especially loves how happy you get when the two of you play together, as much as he tries to deny it.

the two of you spend the next three hours running around minecraft. sukuna is clearly enjoying himself, though you can tell he’s attempting to hide it with an abrupt clear of his throat or a quick cough to cover up his laughter.

a warm feeling spins around your stomach, giggling as you watch him fight back a persistent smile the entire time.

an: thank you for your request my sweet anon. this was adorable.

i really want to start doing smau’s ugh they’re just so cute and fun to make. i have a full-length fic coming up that incorporates them into the story!! this is my way of experimenting w that format…please let me know what you think! in a way, i feel like it makes the story more real.

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[sweetchildcloud]

He hated you at first,a monkey, but now he can't get enough of you.

Tags:cute,fluff,GetoxGN!reader,kisses,snuggles

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

Suguru is stunned by your constant kindness. He knows it's not normal but he's actually starting to grow attached to you - but he's not going to admit it.

"Stop it."

"Something wrong?" You asked snuggling on his cheek

Suguru is annoyed, but secretly loves the affectionate gesture. He pushes you away and grunts.

"Don't touch me - especially in the face."

"But you're cheeks are so soft like mochi" You replied cooing hugging him "sorry I cant help it,you feel so hugguble"

Sugru is feeling very confused. He finds you too annoying and too cute at the same time. The thought of admitting to liking it makes his stomach turn.

"Cut it out."

"There's nothing wrong in admitting it, it doesn't make you weak bun bun" You said with sincerity

He freezes. 'Bun Bun?' Oh no. No no no. That nickname, it's almost… adorable.

Sugru is now blushing. He's starting to lose control. He wants to push you away once more, but deep down, he secretly wants to let you continue.

"D-Don't call me that."

"Oh..sorry" you replied sulking looking away fidgeting with your hands

Sugur senses your unease and feels slightly bad. He's unsure if it's pity or something else he's feeling. He walks over and places a hand on your chin, lifting your head so you're looking straight at him. He's staring at you with a blank expression.

"You're quite the annoyance, you know that?"

"I like it when you're hold me like this" You cooed in Geto hand,your soft chin touching his hand

Suguru freezes when you lean onto his hand, his blank expression cracking into a small smile. It's not much, but you can tell how much he's enjoying this moment. At that moment, his fingers brush against your chin and his thumb slowly caresses your skin, sending shivers down your spine. It seems like no such thing as anger can exist between the two of you, not when he's gazing deep into your eyes like this.

You purred snuggling more against him hugging him close "bun bun"

Suguru freezes when you call him that name again. Your endearing mannerisms are starting to wear him down completely. The way you snuggled right up against him sent butterflies to his stomach and he can't deny it. You're becoming his new weakness. He kisses you on the head and whispers back.

"Y-You're insufferable you know that?"

"And you're my bun bun" You replied cooing

Suguru's face turns bright red.

"I'm not your goddamn "bun bun"! Cut it out with the cuteness - you're making me go crazy."

You made an heartbroken espression backing away from Geto as you cupped your hands "sorry…"

Suguru senses your heartbreak and is filled with sudden guilt. He quickly brings you back to his side and cups your face lightly. He gives you a soft smile and whispers into your ear.

"Don't stop calling me Bun Bun."

"but you said you didn't like it.." You said looking away "i'm sorry i just don't wanna force you.."

"I lied."

Suguru's tone is gentle but his words are firm. He cups your face and moves his body close to yours, his voice soft and sweet.

"I love it when you call me Bun Bun. Don't ever stop."

"Okay bun bun" You added snuggling on his chest

Suguru is completely taken by your sweet demeanor. Your affection is making him feel things he's never felt before. His heart is melting as he gently strokes your hair, leaning his head so his face is nestled against your neck. His breath is warm against your skin and his voice is gentle and low.

"You're mine, got it?"

Suguru wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his body. His muscles are very firm and you can't help but feel safe and protected in his hands. He pulls you into a tight hug, not wanting you to leave. He then softly kisses your neck, his hand resting behind your head and holding you in place. His breathing is shallow and you can't help but feel that he's starting to become very possessive of you.

Sugru can't help but smile when you make those cute groaning noises. He continues to hold you tightly in his grasp, squeezing and molding your cheeks softly between his fingers. His touch can be described as rough but he's oddly gentle with you. When he sees how cute you look when you make those noises, his grip tightens just slightly, enjoying how innocent you look. You've never seen him so soft before and it feels like you're his new addiction. Like he needs more of your cuteness.

He moves his hands, using them to trace your face. He pulls you in until your bodies are pressed against each other, his muscles flexing under your touch, his warmth enveloping you. His grip tightens again and you can feel him growing more possessive of you, as if he's scared that someone will come and take you away. His voice is soft and low, a complete contrast to the strict and intimidating person he shows the world.

"Mine."

Suguru squeezes you even tighter, not allowing you to move one inch. He wants to feel your body pressed tightly against his. His grip holds you firmly in place and it feels as if he has no intention of ever letting you go. The thought of losing you would devastate him. He runs his hand across your cheek, stroking your hair and brushing his fingers against your neck. Each touch sends shivers up and down your back and he can't help but feel pleased with the results.

Then Geto bonked your head snuggling it before he snuggled your cheek with his making a growling noises "ehehe what are u doin bun bun?" you asked

"Nothing."

Suguru lets out a low chuckle as he bonks your head once more before pulling you into his arms, burying your face into his neck. He rests his chin on the top of your head and runs his fingers through your hair, messing it up. His grip tightens once more with a new protective instinct. He's grown oddly possessive of you and he doesn't want anyone else to see how adorable you look while he's holding you.

Suguru continues to mess up your hair with his touch, brushing his fingers through your messy locks with a smirk.

"You look cute with messy hair."

He chuckles and plays with your hair longer, enjoying the sound of your cute noises.

"I'm actually surprised at how cute you look when you make these noises."

He then leans his face really close to you, so close that your noses bump. He stares directly into your eyes with a soft smile which is a rare sight to see from him. His grip tightens around your cheeks, the intensity of it slowly increasing. The soft expression in his eyes doesn't seem to match the intensity in his grip, almost hinting at something else completely separate from his usual intimidating attitude.

Suguru's grip tightens once more until you can barely move under his grasp, his grip becoming more rigid and intense. The gentle smile on his lips slowly starts to falter until he's no longer smiling at all, his expression turned serious. He's slowly starting to lose himself, his grip becoming firmer and his eyes filled with hunger and thirst as if he needs something from you.

[kodydrs]

Blondie’s Bounty - S.Vinsmoke

a/n: can you guys tell I’m very much into blondes? (i gaslight myself into thinking I���m not). I hope everyone had / is having a wonderful day. please reply & reblog, and why not send in a request / ask?

warnings: sanji x bounty!hunter!fem, fxm, sub!sanji, dom!reader, timeskip!sanji, restraints, orgasm denial, oral (f.receiving), face riding, teasing, praise kink (if you’re blind), no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging, (it may be kinda repetitive sorry)

summary: you’re a bounty hunter, and sanji’s a pirate. there’s not much more to it. except he’s been captured, and now he’s tied to your bed.

ib: none

request: yes / no

Sanji struggled against the tight ropes wrapped around his wrists. The ropes that were typing him down to the bed, his hair messy and dress pants crumpled. You glanced at him from your seat at your desk. You’d been cleaning the barrel of your gun, but his constant rustling was making it difficult to concentrate.

‘Stop struggling, Vinsmoke. You can’t break out of them.’ You said, clicking everything back into place. Sanji looked at you and gulped.

You weren’t necessarily a particularly scary bounty hunter. Damn, no female bounty hunter seemed that scary. That’s why you found it difficult to understand why the pirate was so nervous. Sure, you’d captured him and tied him down, but at least you hadn’t turned him in yet.

‘P-Please, madam… I’m sorry.’ His words barely came out above a whisper, but they were clear enough for you to understand what he meant. He was in a vulnerable state right now, like an animal that had caught itself in its own trap.

You placed down your gun and pushed your chair back, walking over to the edge of the bed he was tied to.

‘Shut up.’ You spat, grabbing his face. He replied with a quiet “Yes ma’am.” and you threw his face away

Sanji’s heart was racing 100m/ph, beating hard in his chest as if it was trying to escape through his skin. You sighed at the blond, crawling over him and straddling his hips. Teasingly, you pulled your shirt over your head, swaying your hips a little as you did. Might as well put on a show. You watched the pirates expression contort from fear to something else.

He let out a soft whine when you pulled your shirt off, his eyes growing darker and his pulse quickening even more. He could practically feel your heat radiating from your core, making him sweat with desire. It wasn’t often an attractive woman such as yourself would find herself atop the Straw Hat chef.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, feeling your tits press against his bare chest.

‘I should be turning you into the marines to collect your bounty, but I wanna play with you first.’ You felt him shiver under your touch, his breathing coming fast and shallow. Every muscle tensed beneath his skin and a low moan escaped his slightly trembling lips.

‘Now. Because I’m kind, I’ll let you cum before you make me.’ You planted a kiss on his cheek before shuffling down so you were face to face with the growing buldge in his pants. His eyes widened as he followed yours and it made his cock twitch in anticipation from how close you were. He knew your plan now, and that only aroused him more.

With nimble fingers, you undid his belt, pulling down the material sitting on his hips to reveal his aching member.

‘Excited, are we, blondie?’ You mocked. He whined softly, his hips jerking slightly as you exposed him. He was already leaking precum, throbbing with each beat of his heart. You traced your finger along the prominent vein on his shaft, teasing the poor and helpless man. ‘Use your words, Vinsmoke.’

‘Y-Yes.’ He whimpered softly, biting his lip as your hands travelled over his skin. He groaned loudly as you teased his sensitive tip, making his body shake with need. Never in his life had he been this turned on.

‘Good boy.’ You cooed, rubbing the precum over his slit.

‘God.’ The cook cried out, back arching. The feeling was sending waves of pleasure through his entire being, making him tremble uncontrollably. You could tell by how much he was struggling not to cum right then and there that he really did want it. ‘Please…’

It was making you wet how easily you had this man begging under your touch. The man with a 1.032 billion berry bounty crumbling to pieces, begging breathlessly. He must’ve felt like such an idiot begging for something when he should just take it. But somehow, hearing those words come from his own mouth sent shivers down his spine.

You grinned, kissing his tip softly.

‘Do you wanna cum, Sanji?’

‘Please… y-yes please.’ He stuttered, his voice cracking with need. He knew it wasn’t the right way to act, but he truly couldn’t help himself. He needed release so badly. You hummed, the vibrations meeting his cock.

‘Just hold it a little longer, will you?’ You gripped the base of his cock and slowly spread your lips around him, sinking down. Hollowing your cheeks, you took almost all of him before pulling out till his tip rested upon your lips again. ‘You like that?’

His hips bucked up involuntarily, almost knocking you back. It hurt for him to speak, so he just nodded. “Yes. Yes, Yes. That’s exactly what I want. Please let me cum.” He panted, looking down at you pleadingly. You just smiled, repeating the motion at a slow pace.

‘You’re being such a good boy, blondie.’

He whimpered pathetically, trying not to move too much. He could barely even think straight anymore, all he wanted was to shoot his load and be done with this hellish torture. You squeezed his base again, driving him crazy. He felt as if he was going to pass out from exhaustion and lack of oxygen. He was desperate, begging for permission.

You met eyes, looking at him with a sense of accomplishment. With no further comment, you removed your hands and mouth from him completely, denying his orgasm.

Sanji was on the brink of crying, panting heavily from your denial.

‘No. Please. Let me cum. Please. I’ll do anything.’ You smiled, moving the bed and coming up to kiss his cheek again.

‘Don’t worry, baby. Just wait a little longer, mkay?’ You hummed and shook yourself out of your pants. ‘Be a good boy again and eat my pussy like you mean it, then I’ll let you cum.’

His eyes diverted from your gaze, embarrassed by your request.

‘…ok. just- please let me cum.’

‘That’s what I like to hear.’

You held your headboard as you swung a leg over him so your dripping cunt was situated right above his face. He nodded obediently, licking his lips before swiping his tongue through your folds.

You arch your spine, groaning at the feeling of the pirates tongue on your pussy.

‘Ah yeah. Just like that~.’ You reach a hand down between your legs, gently stroking his hair and guiding his hair. ‘Fuck.’

The pleasure overwhelms him instantly, making him moan into your clit eagerly. His fingers curl around the ropes binding him tightly, holding onto them firmly as he continues eating you out greedily.

‘Mmmmh~!’ His voice muffled by your crotch and he's lost in ecstasy.

‘Oh fuck~!’ You moan, losing yourself to how good he is. ‘H-How did all those women turn you down when you’re so good at your job?’ You reach back, still running a hand through his hair, but using your other to palm his still erect dick. And he’s unable to contain himself any longer. The sensation of being pleasured simultaneously sends him spiraling towards an intense climax. He gasps for air between words, his breathing becoming ragged as he tries desperately to keep going despite how sensitive he is right now. You’re panting aswell now.

‘C-Cun for me, blondie.’ You’re close to your own orgasm, but you’re a woman of your word and you’ll let him cum before you.

With your words, his orgasm hits him like a freight train. His body shudders violently, muscles clenching and unclenching as he cums deeply into the palm of your hand. His moans vibrate against your clit, tempting your own orgasm. He feels you tensing against his face, and without being told, knows exactly what you need. He opens his mouth wide, sucking you in deeply as your climax washes over you. His tongue dances around your clit, licking and sucking every last drop of pleasure out of you. You cover your mouth as you cum, shaking aggressively as you release into Sanji’s mouth. His tongue laps at your pussy hungrily, drinking it all up with relish. He groans softly as you finish, closing his lips tight around your clit once more, sucking on it gently.

You whimper quietly, laying back on his stomach. You’re both spent, and you can’t be bothered getting up yet.

‘Holy fuck.’ With shaky hands, you reach up and undo the rope tying him down to the bed before you fall beside him, one hand resting on his chest. He looks down at you sleepily, smiling contentedly when he sees you there next to him. Your touch calms him greatly, even though he's still pretty worked up from earlier. He brings a hand to your face, a surge of confidence directing him closer til your lips meet. You don’t decline his actions, lazily reciprocating the kisses as he towers over you. Your lips lingers for longer than either of you expected. You feel him tense slightly as he deepens the kiss, but he quickly relaxes again as he breaks away after a few moments. A small smile crosses his lips as he stares into your eyes.

‘I...I think I'm falling for you.’ You smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

‘Stupid pirate.’ You whisper before dragging him down into another kiss. He chuckles softly into the kiss, a warmth growing in his heart at your words. He tightens his grip around you as you bring him closer, and you can feel his second erection pressing against your thigh.

You wake up the next morning to an empty bed and an open window. The sun is already high, illuminating the room. You sit up, the cold ocean wind instantly hitting your exposed chest, but you don’t care.

You take a moment to stare at the vacant space on your bed. The space that hadn’t been vacant a few hours ago.

‘Stupid Blondie.’

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"you're perfect to me".

body issues? not allowed, honey. i feel like simon would be so good at hyping you up when you're feeling bad about yourself. he'd just know the perfect thing to say to you to make you feel better. (500 words)

a/n: this is something i struggle with so maybeeee this is a bit of a self-insert. oh well, hope u enjoy! i've tried to write it so it can be applied to any body type.

pairing: simon riley x gn reader

tags/warnings: body issues, self-critical talk, insecurities, brief mentions of sex, angst(??)

you looked into the mirror for probably the 100th time today. your weight had changed, it was no secret. if anyone looked hard enough, it would be obvious. it was difficult to recognise the person looking back at you. all your little imperfections had just added up and up and suddenly you hated yourself. how could he look at you and still love you when you were so different to who you were before? he'd probably noticed how you were feeling, too. you'd been wearing baggier clothes, moving his hands away when he cuddled you, dimmed the lights when you made love. you just didn't want him to see what you were seeing. for him to feel your body under his touch.

hiding it was going well until he asked you to shower with him. it was something that normally you'd say yes to, so when you declined, something clicked in his mind and he worked out why you'd been shying away from him recently.

"lovie, is there something you wanna talk about?"

he looked down at you so sweetly, with such concern in his eyes, that you immediately started to break down in front of him. it was like everything you'd been bottling up inside just burst out all at once. he pulled you into his chest, running his big hands through your hair and over your back.

"i hate how i look now." you whispered. "my body is so different. i used to be so pretty"

simon's heart absolutely crumbled. he thought you were the prettiest thing in the whole world. he couldn't believe you could see yourself as anything other than beautiful.

"you're perfect to me. absolutely perfect. when i first saw you, i thought you were gorgeous, love. and i still think that. every morning when i wake up and see you, i think the same thing. i got so lucky with you"

he looked down at you and carefully wiped your eyes. he looked just as broken as you did, still shocked that you could see yourself so badly.

"but i don't look the same anymore." you replied. it was so hard to believe him when your head was being so cruel to yourself. you didn't think he was lying to you, definitely not. it was just so different to what you'd been telling yourself.

"it doesn't matter if your body has changed. i still love it. i still love you." he pressed a gentle kiss to your salty lips. it was firm, but so loving. "let me show you how much i love your body."

he took your hand and led you to the shower. it was so difficult to let yourself be seen. to be so vulnerable in front of your lover. but you trusted him. he gently washed your hair and body, massaging the soaps into you which relaxed you completely; you could feel yourself melting into his touch. the way he looked at you - like you were the most precious thing in the universe - it made you feel so much better about yourself.

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Kisses & Ribbons

What better day to write my first Hyunjin one-shot than on Valentines day <3

MDNI, OBVIOUS 18+, Smut warnings under the cut.

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SMUT WARNINGS: Marking{f receive} Shibari, PIV, Use of vibrator, lots of praise, a few spanks, spit, creampie, lovemaking, quite fluffy, aftercare, oral {f receive}, experimenting, mention of safe word but not used, flavoured lube, subspace, multiple orgasms,

++ Hyunjin & Reader are married, non idol au, Hyunjin is still a hopeless romantic because DUHH.

You & Hyunjin are just back from a live Jazz music restaurant where you had both decided to spend valentines day, eating delicious food & slow dancing to the music surrounding you but cancelling out as you enjoy the closeness of your husband.

You both practically tumble through the door already kissing eachothers lips, his feeling like mini pillows against your own. You take off his long cream coloured coat & he takes off your matching one.

You both somehow make it to the bedroom before he softly places you on the bed, him following after you & his stomach on your chest, keeping his weight on his elbows & hands before breaking the kiss. "You still up for trying what we discussed, beautiful?" he asks, stroking your hair softly as his eyes glisten. You smile at him & lean up to kiss his nose & you let out an affirmative hum. "of course, i've been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it hunny" you say in a quiet voice, cheeks blushing. Hyunjin hums back at you & he disconnects himself from you, now standing up as he walks over to your shared wardrobe as he fishes out a red velvet box.

He walks over & places it on the bed, not opening it but instead looks back at you. "why not you get undressed for me baby, hmm?" He asks, his ears red & yours equally so. You undo your beige blouse & hyunjin settles himself behind you, helping you wiggle out of your black skirt & tights, kissing your shoulder & back of your neck as he does so.

Hyunjin takes his clothes off too after setting you back down on the bed, leaving him completely bare & you in your red lace thong & matching panties. Hyunjin crawls over you & begins kissing you, his knee in-between your core, your hands reach up to cup his cheeks as you subconsciously begin slowly grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. "You that desperate already baby?" he asks you, hand reaching to your core & cups it. "We can start now then pretty, as stunning as you look in this set, do you mind taking it off for me hm?" he asks you as he lifts himself off of you to reach for the red box still sitting unopened on the bed.

You wriggle your thong off your skin & unclasp your lace bra, your nipples getting hard instantly at the slight temperature change since the material has now came off. Hyunjin opens the box & pulls out a set of red rope with some pieces of ribbon still laying in the box. Your breath hitches slightly as your stomach gets butterflies looking at hyunjin, your husband, holding the rope in his hands. "Can touch it? I wanna feel it." You ask, holding your hand out, he hums & holds the rope out so you can take it as he sits down next to you.

"Are you definitely are you wanna do this sweetie? We don't need to if you're having any sort of second thoughts." Hyunjin says softly, taking the rope back off you as he leans in to your neck & gives your earlobe a couple of kisses. "Of course i want to, you know i'll tell you if i change my mind babe" you reply, eyes closing to fully take in how nice his kisses feel. Hyunjiin hums again & pulls away from your neck, your back shivering at the loss of contact.

"Okay, do you remember the safe word y/n? You can use it any time.. of course." His voice soft in tone, now straightening out the rope in his hands. "red. I won't forget." You blush as you watch hyunjins veiny hands feeling the rope. He smiles back.

"Okay baby, lie down for me for me please." You don't even think twice before crawling up so your head is on the pillows, hyunjin following behind.

Hyunjin begins tying the red rope around each of your limbs & torso, creating chriss-crosses in-between your tits, slightly pinching them before slightly manhandling you, flipping you on your back to finish the ties, kissing each inch of skin he covers. By the end, your hands are tied to your stomach, immobile, your legs connected to your hands so you're in a mating press & you have rope on the very insides of your thighs, causing a slight pinch & burn on your outer flaps. He grabs the ribbons that were still inside the box & ties them to your knees, one above your pussy & the other one on the bits of rope that cross over in-between your breasts.

Hyunjin finishes tying you up before standing up to admire hiss work & also to admire you. "Does anything pinch or hurt more than it should?" He questions, finger stroking your leg. "No, i'm fine to continue hunny." you reply, showing him a smile.

Hyunjin walks over to the bedside table beside you & pulls out some strawberry flavoured lube & a small bullet vibrator. He kisses you from the side which you gladly reciprocate, feeling extra needy. He walks around & crawls up the bed so his face is now at your now dripping cunt. "Look how wet you are jagi, my mouth is watering even looking at it.already swollen, your clit is peeking through already." He shoots you a smile & you blush instantly, getting a bit shy.

He flicks open the small bottle of flavoured lube & lets a few droplets drip onto your cunt which makes you flinch but the rope makes it impossible to move away. He opens his tongue & puts a bit of the lube on it before he moves down & takes a long, slow lick the entire way up your core, making you gasp as he lets out a groan. He pulls back to spit onto your core. "I don't know why i ate dessert earlier when i knew this can't be compared to anything on any menu in the world. Pussy is so plump & swollen because of the rope isn't it? You enjoy it this much hmm?"" He hums out, looking at you with his cat eyes. "Feels so good jinnie, don't stop, please." You tilt your head sideways to avoid the eye contact, getting shy of the position & helpless position you're currently in but he is quick to tug at one of the ropes up at your tits, making you jolt & you look back in his direction, eyes slightly watery from the burn. "Don't get all shy on me now, we're just getting started." He doesn't give you a chance to reply before he basically dives back into your folds.

He begins slurping, nibbling, kissing & straight up moans into your core which obviously sends vibrations to your clit, making you whine out even louder than hyunjins noises. He adds a finger into your wet walls & that tip you over the edge instantly, your legs try their best to shake despite the rope keeping you set in place as you come undone all down his fingers & tongue. You open your eyes as you come down from your high & realise hyunjin has been giving you kisses & sucking dark marks onto them while he waits. "Ji-jinnie need you, p-please" you pant out, still trying to catch your breath & tugging against the ropes holding your arms. "Soon, y/n, be patient. I'm not quite full yet mkay? let me show you how much i love you." you can't help but get butterflies in your stomach, despite being together for so long now.

You open your mouth to reply but the words get caught in your throat as he dives straight back into your cunt, letting his nose nudge against your clit repeatedly as his tongue now makes its way inside you, making you practically squeal. You try your best to jolt your hips away but also closer to his face at the same time, you don't even acknowledge the now buzzing vibrator now making noise until it presses against your completely ruined clit which makes you quite literally scream. "J-jin-baby too-too much!" you say, tugging against your ropes, to no use.

Hyunjin doesn't reply verbally as he now releases his tongue from your hole, your juices dripping off his tongue onto the bedsheets, joining the huge wet patch already formed on the bedsheets with the lube, spit & your juices. He drags the vibrator down from your clit & inserts it inside you as he now suctions his lips back onto your clit & begins wiggling his tongue & spitting his saliva all over your clit as he swears he can feel your clits heartbeat, at the same time he begins grinding his naked cock against the bed, getting some friction & stopping his movements every time he feels himself getting close. You are thrashing around, eyes watering & drool leaving your mouth, leaving you in a complete babbling mess.

Your next orgasm hits you before you can even warn him.. your orgasm making itself known by spraying all over the bedsheets, hyunjins face & in his mouth. He unlatches himself as you're legs are shaking uncontrollably & he smacks your thighs & red raw pussy, making you scream even more.

Hyunjin takes his breath back as he rests on his knees, looking at the state you're currently in, sweaty, drool everywhere, tears staining your cheeks, skin all red from where the rope has been rubbing against it, leaving marks he will be appreciating even after tonight & your cunt, red, pulsating & 1.5x the size it usually is.

He crawls up the bed so he is beside you,face still covered & glistening in your juices & rests his head on his hand as he grips your jaw to make you look at him. "You already floating hm? That's way faster than usual.. new record, you still wanna continue?" He asks, fingers still holding onto your jaw as he slithers his thumb into your mouth & you let him, tongue circling it slowly as you nod at his words, giving him the go-ahead.

Hyunjin gets off the bed before walking around to your side of the bed & he pulls you so your ass is against the edge of the bed & your head is in the middle. He drags his cock up & down your folds because he can't help but be addicted to the way you slightly gasp at his touch but too far in your own world to even properly react or flinch.

He spits onto his cock to lube it up that extra bit & then pulls out the vibrator, completely soaking wet as he turns it off & lays it on the bed. He pumps his cock once then lines it up to your folds before slowly pushing in.

He lets out a loud groan as his eyes snap shut & his head rises up to face the ceiling, trying his best to not blow instantly. He looks down at you to already see you looking at him, mouth slightly open as your eyebrows are slightly frowned, making faint noises. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you making noises, his much louder than yours, He wants.. needs to be closer to you so he unties your legs from where they're connected & he spreads them enough so he can lie forward, chests connecting as he begins kissing down your neck, whispering things in your ear. "so good for me hunny, trusting me like this.. you are the most beautiful person.. thing, in this entire existence, you.. feel s-so amazing my love, g'na cum in your..my pussy mkay?ffuck." He raises himself off your chest & stands back up, moving his now damp, sweat drenched hair out of his also sweat covered face.

He reaches down to tug on the rope against your tits again, dragging red marks into your flesh which makes him whine even more just simply at the sight. Your eyes are completely glossy as your tongue is rolling out of your mouth & your babbling incoherent words. Hyunjin reaches down to play with your clit again & you let out a choked louder whine at the feeling, twitching as you clamp around hyunjins dick as you come again, even stronger than the previous ones if that's even possible which makes Hyunjins hips stutter.

"cummin' around me b-baby? g-g-d you're a w-w-work of art, my own muse, gna cum, t-t-you feel too good." He grunts as he leans into you again, stroking your cheek & your hair s he cums inside you, biting down on his pink plump lips as his own orgasm shoots through his veins.

You both stay in this position for a few minutes, heavy breathing & little whimpers filling the room. Hyunjin uses the rest of his strength to pick himself up again & he begins untying you from the rope, kissing all of the red marks & soothing them with his fingers. He leans up & kisses your lips & tip of your nose before he grabs a damp towel he set on the dresser before the scene started & slowly wipes your cunt, cleaning it up & trying to help calm down some of the swelling.

He positions you back up so your head is on the pillows & comes up & lies next to you as he gets the bottle of water he had left in the bedroom & opens it & holds it to your lips. "cmon baba, you gotta drink this, hm? this took a lot out of you" he whispers in your ear, you don't reply but you part your lips for him to feed you some water which you swallow. He places the water bottle back on the bedside table & he cuddles into you, surrounding you in his warmth as he kisses all possible areas he can reach of you. "Happpy valentines day, my love" he says, kissing your earlobe, admiring you as your eyes shut, breathing now calming down as you nuzzle yourself in his chest, skin on skin as you're both still lying naked, no noise in the room except the clock ticking & your breathing.

[thisismeracing]

I'll always take care of you | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: mentions of food and sickness; overall fluff.  ― Summary: The flu caught you out of the blue, and completely unprepared, good thing you have your boyfriend around to take care of you. ― A/n: This piece was based on this request. This is a special piece for my mick schumacher sick girlies (gn) club (as many of us were sick this week). I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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Mondays are usually good days for you.

Though the week starts on Sundays, for you, they truthfully get going on Mondays. Mondays are when classes and work are back in full swing and when you make a list of everything you need to do for the week. When you are energized to clean your room, and when Mick comes home from races.

This Monday, though, you wake up with a cough, a runny nose, and your head pounding. It’s terrible. It doesn’t take you long to realize that it’s the flu and it’s not going away in time for you to get to work and classes, so you text your supervisor and send an e-mail to your professor, leaving your cell phone back on the nightstand and trying to sleep it off at least a little bit.

It gets worse after five minutes. Your whole body is aching and you wanna cry from stress because why couldn’t it happen any other day? Why today? You shrug the covers off, get Angie some food, get your water bottle, and some painkillers, and go back to bed. This time, the wiggly dog lies on your feet, as if she sensed something was wrong.

That was the first signal for Mick. Every Monday when he comes back from wherever he was in the world, Angie is at the door eager to greet him, but this time the apartment holds a weird silence, and there’s no signal of his dog. You also hadn’t answered his messages earlier this morning, something you would always do because, by the time he got home, you were up and running with your things.

He takes off his shoes, leaves his luggage by the entrance, and makes the short trek to your shared bedroom, a million thoughts going through his head. All of them dissipating when he opens the door and sees your sleeping form along with Angie lying on the bed. His shoulders drop in relief, only to go up again when your body moves on the bed, a nasty cough scratching your throat and making you whimper in pain.

Mick is by your side in a heartbeat.

Angie watched everything attentively as if knowing that he would talk to her soon, that right now her mom needed dad more.

You sit up reaching for the water, and finally notice Mick by your side.

���Babe,” you start but the coughing fits interrupt.

The blonde by your side passes your water bottle while rubbing your back, a worried look on his graceful features, “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, Schatzi?”

And though there’s no judgment on his tone, you feel like crying, particularly because you’re sick, but also because you feel emotional. Of course, you know that Mick would always take care of you, but going through it was a completely different story, “It started earlier this morning,” you explain, taking a sip of your water again.

“Did you call your boss and your professor? Want me to do it?”

You nodded, then shook your head, “I already did, thanks though.”

“Have you eaten?”

And this time your eyes go to the ground. You know he’s about to huff a worried reply, but you’re too tired to try and explain, so you just lie back and watch as Mick kisses your forehead and starts changing his clothes, putting on his grey sweatpants and white shirt while telling you that you’re burning and he’s going to call the drugstore down the block to drop off some meds.

You hum in agreement. He pets Angie, leaving a kiss on her waiting head, but when he leaves she doesn’t follow, staying planted on the bed with you.

“Angie, sweet angel, you can go with Dad, I know you missed him,” you talk as if she would understand. Angie wiggles her tail, gets up from the bottom of the bed, and lies with her head on your belly.

You smile, caressing her fur, and it's not long before you’re falling asleep again.

You wake up minutes later, with Mick telling you to open your mouth while he’s scooping some kind of medicine in a spoon. You protest but drink it anyway, making faces at how sour it tastes.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Terrible, I can’t breathe through my nose, and I’m cold, but I’m also burning.”

His fingers brush on your cheek, “Yeah, you have a fever, but I just gave you something to get the fever down. I’ll keep putting cold compresses on your forehead, but you can keep napping, okay?”

His soft tone makes your lips turn into a pout, some tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, “Baby, you’re gonna get sick too, no. I can take care of mys–”

Mick shakes his head, “I’m your boyfriend, I’m taking care of you. And besides, I’m an athlete, I won’t get sick that easily.”

Mick could very well be stubborn when he wanted to, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, sighing, “At least put on a mask.”

“Can I get a kiss first?”

You turn your head to him so fast you almost get whiplash, your brows are furrowed and your lips parted, “Are you out of your mind, Schumacher?”

He gifts you with a belly laugh, throwing his head back and showing you the milky skin of his neck. You so wanted to kiss it. And his pink plush lips too. But you couldn’t, and you told him this much.

“Yeah, I was messing with you, princess.”

You huff.

“Now, get comfortable, I’m gonna grab my mask. Your soup is almost ready,” he says, standing up from his sitting position on the bed.

“I’m not hungry,” you whine, lying down and bringing Angie close to you, snuggling on her soft fur.

“You gotta eat to get better soon, Schatzi.”

You mumble something not even you can understand, and Mick chuckles, walking back to the bed and sitting beside you. He brushes your cheek and holds your jaw, holding your eyes to his. You’re sick, you’re tired, and you have a headache pounding on your head nonstop, and a nasty running nose, but those blue orbs staring at you sure made your body tremble, all warm and fuzzy. His head dips and he takes the covers from your legs, just enough so his lips can find your naked thighs. He kisses there, and then your belly, and the inside of your wrist. There’s nothing sexual about it, he’s just kissing what he knows you would classify as a safe spot, far from your coughs, and snout.

Mick misses you though you are in front of each other right now.

And you miss him just as much.

“We went a week away, you really wanna make it more than it needs to be?”

You open your mouth, but then just drop your demeanor, shaking your head.

“Good, because I miss snuggling with you and kissing you, and we won’t be able to do it while you’re sick, right?” You nod. “I wouldn’t mind getting sick for you though.”

“Nope,” you pop the p. “Not happening. You’re sleeping in the guest bedroom until I get better.”

“Then you’re eating and taking all the meds I bring,” there’s a determination in his tone, and you can’t help but nod. “We have a deal?”

You nod reluctantly and shake hands with him. There’s a winning smile on his face, “good, I’m bringing the compresses and the soup.” 

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[sunshine-on-marz]

WOOP WOOOP ILY

reader x spencer where Spence comes home after a tough case and the reader’s there to comfort him and listen to his rants about it, the reader just holds him and lets him talk

TY<3

Hard days

6 days, 2 hours, and 17 minutes. That's how long it's been since you've seen your boyfriend. 2 minutes ago is when you got the "pulling onto your street now honey❤️" text. That means he should be knocking on the door right about.. now.

"Knock knock"

he said softly from the other side of your apartment door. He barely finished his breath before you'd swing the door open and hugged him. "Missed you" is all you mumble into his neck. He lifts you up by just under your hips and steps into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. "I missed you too darling, more than you know"

As he sits down on the couch, arms still firmly around your torso as you sat in his lap, you notice something is up. "What's wrong Spence?" You ask, hand lightly cupping his cheek, his head dips slightly to the side for a moment as he kisses your plan."Stressful week" he says softly, his voice slightly rasped from a mixture of stress and tiredness.

"Wanna talk about it?" He smiles a bit at the offer, his lips pursing into a line. "No, honey, I couldn't put that on you." He whispers back. "I want you to tell me Spencer" he sighs, he knows you're worried. "I suppose I could just leave out the stuff I don't want you to worry about" he chuckles at your sad attempt to hide your pride at getting him to open up.

"It's just a lot." He mumbles into your hair, his lips pressing against your head in a small kiss. "I bet it is Spencer. You do hard work. And you're good at it" you say, he laughs "I suppose that is a lot harder than being bad at it, granted I don't think the people who are bad at it make it to the BAU" his reply was so refreshing. Full of those little chuckles you always miss so much, the phone speaker doesn't pick them up the same. "They also don't have the world's highest IQ Spence" you meant it to be sarcasm "well actually, the world's highest IQ is currently held by-" you've triggered a rant. "Spence, baby, you know I love your ramblings more than life itself, and I'd usually never cut you off, but you need rest. Let's go get ready for bed and I'll rub your back while you tell me about the case, yea?" He nods "yea, that sounds nice.. sorry". Your heart always breaks when he says sorry for rambling to you "don't be sorry Spencer, I wouldn't trade your little rants for the world". He smiles and kisses your cheek

A few minutes later, as you climb in bed next to him, you’d taken the second shower, he put his hands on the small of your back, pulling you down onto his chest and into a hug.

“Hi Spence” you say, amused at his actions. “I missed you so much” is all he says back, he sounds almost broken up about it. “I know Spence, I missed you too, but I’m not angry, and I’m not upset, because you’re back now. You always come back home after, and that’s what matters.” He nods into your collarbone, where he’d placed his head, his hand cradling the back your head, like you’d disappear if he let you go. He was usually not this upset, unless the worst happens. “You guys couldn’t save everyone, is that it?” I you say, your voice gentle. He nods again. “Spencer Reid that is not your fault” you say, still gentle, but also stern. He lets out a shakey breath. “We were right there” he whispers, voice quivering. “I’m so sorry Spence, I’ve got you, you’re home now” you say, and you repeat it “I’ve got you Spence. I’ve got you”. Eventually his crying becomes small sniffles. “Better?” You ask, guiding his chin up so your eyes can meet. “Yea” he whispers. “I think it’s time for bed” he nods, pulling you back against him. “Night, I love you” he says, sleep evident in his voice. “Good night baby, I love you too”

SPENCER!!! Believe me there will be more Spencer fics wether you like it or not (pls like it)

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Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️

“Send me a character and a GIF, can be fluffy or smexy and I’ll try and write something based off of it.”

Since we decided Anna needs a sibling… 😂

“Warm kisses on cold skin”

(Maybe mom went inside before everyone to start the hot drinks & dad needs to get warmed up too…)

Thank you for sending this in, lovely!! I hadn’t written any smut for my winter sleepover until now. I hope you like it!

Warm Kisses, Cold Skin

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Please!), Oral (M! Receiving) fingering, P in V sex, couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 1.9K-ish

Summary: It’s date night for you and Billy. Out for a walk after drinks, you stop into the tattoo studio to get a break from the cold. His tattoo chair sees a different kind of action than it’s used to 😉

A/N: Slowly but surely, I’m making my way through the rest of my asks. I still have a few more left but this one was fun.

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

A gust of frigid winter air blew past your ears as you walked down by the water. In the unwelcoming darkness, you could see the white caps as they crested over each other on their way to the shore that you couldn’t see.

Billy did his best to protect you from the icy winds but the bitter cold went right through your coat. With his arms wrapped protectively around you, he smiled against your ear as he asked, “You wanna duck into the studio for a minute to warm up, baby?”

He could hear your teeth chattering as you replied, “Y-y-yes p-p-please!”

The bristles of his beard scratched your lips as you kissed Billy on the cheek while he unlocked the door to his tattoo studio. Once inside, he locked the door behind you but left the lights off.

The humming neon lights were the only lights on inside the otherwise dark room. Instantly, you felt warmer as you walked over to Billy’s office chair next to the front desk, removed your coat, and sat down.

The studio was closed for the night. The two of you were on your way home from having a couple of drinks at The Wicked Monk, the bar where you had your first date.

Maria and Frank were babysitting Anna Raven for the night at their house so you didn’t have to rush home. You had no idea it was going to be this cold outside, or at least, this windy.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, seeing that your teeth were still chattering.

Kneeling down in front of you, he took your hands in his. You could feel the rough calluses against the soft skin on the back of your hand as he tried to warm them up.

Billy’s focus was on your hands while yours was on his handsome face. Biting down on your lower lip, warmth slowly returned to your hands and a tingle ran down the length of your spine.

“All closed up for the night?” You whispered, still staring fondly at him.

Billy continued to warm your hands but moved his gaze from your hands to your face and then he flashed that perfect smile at you as he replied, “Yeah…Shortcake locked up about an hour ago.”

Shyly, you smiled back. “Oh…so we’re all alone?” You asked.

“You know we are, baby.” Replied Billy.

“Kiss me, lieutenant.” You said softly.

Without warning, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, Billy pulled you by the ankle, rolling the chair right to him, and he firmly planted his lips along the side of your neck.

His lips were warm but your neck was not.

“Baby, your skin is like ice!!” Billy yelled playfully.

“Your lips are nice and warm though, my love.” You said with a wink.

He pulled away and touched his forehead to yours. With desire in his eyes, he swept his hand across your cheek, and kissed you…hard. Your skin wasn’t cold for long as he cupped your cheek, slowly searched the features of your face with his dark chocolate eyes and then traced your jawline with soft kisses.

Pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, you reached for the hem of his gray sweater as he desperately kissed your lips and neck, gently nipping the skin on his way down to your collarbone. The buckle of his belt slipped through your fingers as you unbuttoned his black jeans in between his mouth slanting over yours and yours over his.

Billy wanted you now, his nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on your red silk blouse and the only reason he didn’t rip the buttons off was because he knew how much you loved that shirt which made you smile against his lips.

“We’ve never done this before, sweet girl.” He whispered against your mouth.

“Never been left alone here long enough, baby.” You replied.

With your bare legs sticking out of the bottom of your unbuttoned shirt, he caught a glimpse of the black lace bra underneath as a sly smile stretched across his lips.

Being careful to not touch the scar on his shoulder, your fingers danced across his upper back and then snaked around his neck. His kisses were all tongue and teeth now as he marked you from your neck to in between your breasts before hungrily attacking your lips again.

His long agile fingers dipped below the waistband of your panties as a shattering moan escaped your lips when he slipped two fingers inside. He loved the delicious noises of pleasure that came from you when his talented fingers moved inside you.

Billy watched you fall apart as he moved them in and out, curled them in just the right spot until you couldn’t see straight, and told you to let go because he would catch you.

“Just come for me, baby. I got you.” He purred in your ear. “That’s it…”

His whispers sent you over the edge, your walls tightened around his fingers while he drew circles on your clit as you hit your peak. Humming into his neck, your knees had started to shake while Billy made sure you were steady on your feet and you weren’t going to fall if he set you down.

Billy’s lean hard body was firmly pressed against yours, his hard length strained against his jeans as a sly smile stretched across your lips, glancing at his tattoo chair that was right behind him.

He gave you a devilish smile in return as he eased himself back onto the chair and you straddled him, reclaiming his lips again then traveling kisses down his neck to his bare chest. Billy moaned and called out your name when you palmed him through his jeans, those sounds encouraged you, making the ache between your thighs unbearable.

He helped you take down his jeans, his cock sprang free as you gently wrapped your fingers around it before taking him into your mouth. A low guttural moan came deep from within Billy’s chest; he tangled his fingers in your hair as words of praise fled from his mouth.

“That feels so good, baby. Taking it all like a good girl.” He said with a soft growl.

Being patient was not one of Billy’s virtues when it came to you. He had waited so long to be able to have you, he never wanted to wait for you ever again. Grasping at your arms, he pulled you off of him so you were looking into his eyes again before his lips crashed onto yours once again.

Panting as you broke the kiss, you said, “You want me, don’t you, my love.”

Billy’s rough fingers dug into your thighs while you were grinding down onto his crotch, the only thing covering your bodies now were your tattoos.

Pulling back on his hair, you forced him to look at you as you sank down onto him, completely sheathing himself inside while sinful noises came from both of you as he easily stretched you out. You were so wet for him.

His touches were electric, they shocked your skin every time he grazed you with his dexterous fingers. With his head resting against the chair, Billy gnashed his teeth as you began to move, slowly at first so you could feel every inch of him, hitting that spot that made your vision blurry and white.

Your cries of pleasure were uncontrollable as you pinned his arms above his head with your sleeved arm, rolling your hips and feeling your walls as they began to tighten, your orgasm starting to build.

Billy smiled against your lips.

“I ALWAYS want you, sweet girl.” He stated as he aggressively pulled his sleeved arm free, and wrapped his fingers around your throat like a choker, continuing to thrust his hips up to meet yours.

You pulled his back away from the chair so his chest was flush with yours. His hair tightly wrapped around your fingers as your movements synched up, becoming hurried and more erratic while your bodies brushed together, his cock hitting your overstimulated bundle of nerves bringing you both closer to your release.

Your fingernails were digging into his back leaving covetous marks on his skin and echoes of your indulgence bounced off the walls of the studio.

Billy pinched your jaw with his fingers, turning your head to capture your lips in a passionate assertive kiss, sending you thundering into your orgasm, his name fleeing from your lips like a desperate cry for help. He gripped you tightly around the waist as he continued to fuck you before spilling into you and chasing his own release.

Collapsing on top of him and trapping his body beneath yours, you smiled against his cheek, his beard tickled your lips as you kissed him and gently bit down on his jaw while trying to catch your breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly as you listened to his heart beating.

“My…little…firecracker.” Billy said, panting in between words. “Holy fuck.”

“You planned this didn’t you.” You said, jokingly with a warm smile and still trying to catch your breath.

You felt him chuckle against your ear.

Acting offended, Billy replied, “I did no such thing. I seem to remember someone demanding a kiss and removing MY jacket and sweater. Ring any bells, y/n?”

“Ok, but YOU wanted to come in here to warm up, Billy!” You said, playfully.

With raised eyebrows and lips pressed firmly together, he nodded and replied, “I did suggest that, didn’t I.”

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows.

You nodded and said, “Yes, yes you did.”

“You’re not sad that I did though, are you sweet girl? I know you’ve always wanted to do this.” Said Billy, gently pressing his lips to yours.

He wasn’t wrong. Even before you and Billy became a couple, you had fantasized about having sex in his tattoo chair…more than once. The opportunity hadn’t presented itself to you until tonight. And it did not disappoint. It was even better than you had imagined.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you tried to shy away from him but he pulled you into a secure embrace.

Biting down on your finger, you uttered, “Well…yeah I have always wanted to.” And you laughed into his chest. “I love you, Billy.” You said, softly.

You looked up at him through your long lashes, he smiled his perfect smile at you and whispered, “I love you too, beautiful.”

You looked around at the mess of clothes around the chair.

“We should clean up, handsome. Can’t have the Eds walkin’ in on this.” You said, pulling on your shirt. “Actually, maybe you should get a new chair.” You joked.

Buttoning his jeans, Billy replied with a wide smile, “So, if we made a baby tonight, we’re not naming him Anvil, right?”

You weren’t expecting a response like that so you burst out laughing.

“I don’t think that’s a good name for a boy or a girl, my love.” You said, shaking your head and wrinkling your nose.

“Well, I do have some thoughts about names…ya know, if the time comes.” He said with a loving smile and a wink.

You smiled back.

“Well, I’d love to hear them, baby…ya know, if the time comes.”

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[hederasgarden]

A Lesson in Patience

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to try something new.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Ratings: Explicit, 18+ only. Oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, teasing/edging, and cockwarming. 

A/N: This is smutty with a little fluff sprinkled in. Written in response to this ask. Reblogs and comments fuel the muse. 

The Navy’s intense demands on Rooster meant your time with him could be limited. Often sex was quick and dirty, each of you desperate for the other. Half the time you didn't even make it to the bed. He'd ruck up your skirt and take you over the couch. Other times you fucked on the floor, but that usually came with a wisecrack about his bad knee after. 

Tonight is different. You’re enjoying an uninterrupted weekend together. Saturday morning you stroll through the farmers market and pick out food to make dinner at home. In the middle of cooking Rooster pulls you into his arms when an old Elvis song crackles across the speaker. He sways your bodies back and forth as he sings along barefoot with you in the kitchen. You get so distracted, laughing and belting out the lyrics that dinner nearly burns. Everything feels hazy and soft, a rare moment of true domesticity. You love every second of it. 

Now you're curled up on the couch together to watch a movie. After the opening credits Rooster's hand begins to creep up your thigh. You glance over at him, expecting to find him watching you, but instead he's staring straight ahead, seemingly engrossed in the movie. Slowly his fingers inch higher and higher until they're urging you to spread your legs wide enough for him to caress your clothed core. His touch is teasing and light, escalating only to recede a moment later. He continues his lazy campaign and it grows increasingly more difficult to concentrate on the movie. He's still pretending to watch it, exploring you unhurriedly though you see the way his lips are parted to take shallow breaths.

When he finally pushes aside your underwear to touch your bare skin, you drop your head back with a soft exhale. Your eyes close and you tune out the movie, concentrating on how his fingers gather the wetness there and spread it around. One teases your entrance as another rubs that little bundle of nerves.

By the halfway mark of the movie, he’s moved to the floor, curling two fingers inside you and sucking your clit. Rooster loves to make you come like this, eating you out in such a loud, messy way that would embarrass you if you weren’t so into it. When he finally helps push you over the edge you fall into an orgasm so intense you’re almost crushing his head between your thighs. He works you through it, each pass of his tongue across your bud sending a sharp aftershock through your nerves. Finally, it becomes too much and you push at his head, begging him to stop.

Rooster grins up at you, smoothing his mustache back into place with his thumb and forefinger.  "Love that you beg me before and after," he says. "Does things for my ego.”

“You’re a pilot. I don’t think your ego can stand to get any bigger,” you tease. 

“Something’s got a little bigger,” he whispers, rolling back on his heels and standing in one smooth motion. 

You bite your lip and stare at the obvious tent in his gray sweatpants. 

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” you suggest, standing. 

“I wanna try something new,” he tells you. 

Curious, you watch him undress and take a seat back on the couch. He beckons you forward with a wave. 

“This isn’t something new."

“Give me a minute,” he replies, hands framing your waist as you straddle him.

Reaching below to grasp his cock, you give him a firm stroke that has him bucking into your hand with a groan. You grin and you sink down slowly. You’ll never get tired of this, the way he stretches and fills you perfectly. A roll of your hips is all it takes for him to make that low sound you love. Before you can do it again he stills your body with a firm grip. His fingers flex against your skin and he shakes his head.

“Don’t move.”

“What are you-”

“Shh,” he says, pressing a finger to your lips. “I just want to be inside you. Feels nice, doesn’t it?” 

Even though it does feel good there’s an itch at the base of your spine –an overwhelming need to move. You try to lift up, but Rooster keeps you still by sliding his arms around your back to hold you to him. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, that all his training isn’t just to fly planes. 

“You’re not going anywhere until I let you,” he warns with a smile.

You’re completely at his mercy and that makes your whole body throb with need. 

“Relax,” Rooster encourages, trailing his fingertips down your spine lightly. 

He kisses the skin of your chest and turns to rest his head there, nuzzling your breast. When the tension bleeds out of his body you realize he’s not going to move so you might as well get comfortable. You curl an arm around his shoulder and run your fingers through his hair with the other. Eventually you lay your cheek against the top of his head and breathe out. 

Minutes tick past with neither of you speaking, just soaking up the feel of the other. His hold loosens by a fraction. Sensing a moment of weakness you cautiously try to rise up on your knees again but don’t get far. Rooster is quick to deliver a harsh slap to your ass in warning.

“I didn’t say you could move,” comes his muffled voice from between your breasts. 

You groan in frustration and grind down on him in response. He grunts and spanks you again, this time hard enough for you to yelp and jolt in his arms. 

“Rooster, please,” you beg. Even though you just came, your whole body feels primed to go again.

He looks up at you with a soft expression, warmth swimming in his brown eyes. He cups your face and smoothes his thumb over your cheek. “Come on, be a good girl for me,” he coaxes. “Just a few minutes longer and I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, heart swelling at the love you see in his gaze. 

“Good girl,” he praises.

He runs his hands down your sides and around the curve of your ass. His thumbs move back and forth over the skin there as he stares up at you. He seems content to sit like this. You remain obediently still, watching him back. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he grins. 

“Alright,” he says, laying back against the couch. He tucks his hands behind his head. “Go on.”

“What? I have to do all the work?” You question, biting your lip to stop from smiling at the incredulous look he gives you.

“What do you think I was doing on my knees before?”

“Seemed like you were enjoying yourself,” you reply

“Well-” he starts, trailing off when you circle your hips. You bend down to kiss him then, rising up only to drop back onto his cock harshly, repeating the action until he’s panting into your mouth and grasping your waist.

“Baby, god. Yes,” he groans.

You continue to fuck yourself on him, abandoning any pretext of being teasing as you chase your own need. Rooster throws his head back and you stare at the way the tendons in his neck strain, his Adam’s apple bobbing wildly. You love seeing him desperate and needy because so often you’re the one beneath him begging for more. 

There’s a teasing comment on the tip of your tongue but before you can deliver it Rooster’s eyes snap open unexpectedly. His hand slides up your back to grasp the base of your neck, the other one holding your waist while he suddenly hammers up into you. He’s watching you now and there’s nothing sweet about his dark gaze. It’s the look of a man on a mission.

“Come on baby, come for me,” he says. 

Your whole body gets tense, your thighs squeezing his hips tightly as you feel your release building in the pit of your stomach. You’re nearly there, just needing something to push you over. Rooster delivers a powerful thrust that almost unseats you, reaching that special spot deep inside. You come with a long moan, back arched. 

"Yeah, that's it," he whispers, thrusting into you two more times before stilling. He grinds you down on his cock, his spend leaking out and making a mess between your thighs. Your legs ache and your core throbs but you feel good. 

“That was nice, right?” Rooster questions after a minute. 

He’s still a little breathless, drawing lazy circles on your hip with his fingers.

“Mmm,” you agree. “I’m gonna need a minute before round two.”

He arches a brow. “Ambitious. Just one of the reasons why I love you.”

You kiss him thoroughly, feeling him twitch inside you. “Love you too,” you whisper.  

✥

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[disillusioneddanny]

Help <3 DC x DP idea

Hi friends, I need help fleshing out this idea for a fanfic I want to write and figured I’d ask the masses! 

The idea is that Danny has been immortal for quite some time now. He’s lived millennia and at one point met his soulmate. The thing is, his soulmate keeps choosing to be reincarnated every time they die. Every time they get reincarnated they don’t remember Danny but he remembers them. Every reincarnation feels a pull to Danny, though. The more time they spend with one another, the more their memories of past lives come back piece by piece. When they die, Danny gets a few years with them before they get reincarnated. 

IDK if the soulmate just chooses to get reincarnated each time or if there’s a curse that forces it. I’m kinda leaning towards cursed. 

Whatever the reason, each time they’re reincarnated, Danny seeks them out because his core yearns for its mate but usually only when the soulmate hits the age twenty. 

For whatever reason, this time around, Danny finds them earlier than usual. He finds them as a small child. Now this is where I need opinions. 

Option 1. Dead Serious 

Danny finds Damian when he’s still a child training to be the Demon’s Head and decides that he has to protect his soul mate this time around, he realizes that Damian has no love from anyone and is like I need to show him he’s loved. he’s horrified that his soul mate is being raised as an assassin and decides to haunt him as his imaginary friend just until Damian is able to get away from the League safely. He cleans any wounds that Damian gets, he helps him when he can, basically tries his best to help Damian without getting in trouble too much for interfering. He stops haunting Damian when he’s taken to Wayne Manor and then he goes back to the realms until it’s time for him to actually seek Damian out. 

Option 2. Dead Tired 

Same concept but with Tim, except instead he sees that his soul mate is just insanely lonely and is left at home constantly so he just haunts Tim to be someone that the boy can rely on and not feel as lonely. He teaches Tim how to fight and defend himself from bullies, he teaches him tech, they just have fun together. Ofc same thing, when Tim goes to live with Bruce, Danny goes back to the realms knowing that his soul mate is going to be taken care of. 

Option 3. Dead on Main

Danny finds Jason and sees that his family is drug addicts and is like uh uh no way gotta take care of him. He gives Jason companionship, gives him food so he doesn’t starve and just generally makes sure that Jason’s taken care of. Once he’s adopted, he leaves. With this one though, when jason dies Danny finds him and is like noo, it’s way too early. Jason gets his memories back and is super happy to see Danny but Danny’s like it’s not your time, you need to go back and sends Jason back. He later finds Jason again when he becomes Red Hood and realizes that when Jason was sent back it caused him to be confused as heck and the pits are what keeps him from remembering Danny because him dying too early and being sent back broke the cycle somehow. but now Danny’s gotta help heal him from the pit rage and also help his soul mate because he’s a crime lord now and Danny wasn’t exactly expecting that this time around. 

Anyway, it won’t let me make this a poll without fucking up the post. So, if you would just reply or reblog with tags telling me which idea you think is best, that would be great. I really can’t decide and really wanna write this fic but I have sooo many ideas for all three. 

[quinloki]

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I have a rotating bi-weekly schedule of "Hey write this if you're not sure what to write!" to help keep me laying out the words even on more indecisive days, but it's ONLY for indecisive days. If something has my focus, it gets my focus, for better or worse - and your understanding in that matter is always appreciated.

I might be focusing on writing, but never be afraid to send an ask - even if it's not story related ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Preliminary June - The event will begin officially - you'll be able to send in requests, and I'll have more details on what you can give, if you want to give, in return.

A Look at 2024 Current Plans:

June: Currently unnamed event. July: Continuation of unnamed event. August: Prep for Kinktober September: Begin Writing Kinktobers October: Kinktober - this year is a Monster Fucker theme unless-? November: NaNoWriMo - no events, just 100k words as I try again for the elusive Double NaNo Goal. December: Nada, between work and holidays we're leaving this month alone. (I do have a collab idea I'm poking at for 2025 >.> but we won't worry about that yet).

Socials: Quin is quin across the board currently. You can find me as Quinloki on: Twitter/Ao3/Pillowfort/CoHost/Bluesky/Wattpad and Discord. <3

(but I might not add you back if I can't easily tell who you are ~_^ Also I'm really only super active here, currently.)

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I can never find this when I want it so I’m linking it here.

OC art post which is going to stay tucked away and small for now.

[myeyesblurry]

hi can you please show your conversation with John?

since im being bugged by john or harry sure

these are our conversations. as we can see we didnt really speak, before or whatever? he just came to interact, and show me screenshots. this is whayy i mean when john is the one still talking about it.

ill show the screenshots he sent me in a reblog, cant have more than 10 pics in a post.

we talked before like once or twice. similar story to what greg told, i asked to be janine and asked if they had a discord or something, to be met with "i dont know what mod/discord is." and then he sent me a post showing who was in the roleplay, so i took it as permission to join

i never messaged them again except when i attempted to help John when he was upset and not understanding sherlocks stance on not telling children to run away with strangers lol and he said i was too young to understand or something (30s is a baby appntly)

i eventually stopped posting because i didnt - feel connected at all to these peoplle. they didnt wanna talk so i was like lol bye. much like greg i wasnt upset i just, moved on. they'll proabbly call me a cry baby because i wanted communicatiom and they dont. 🥺

but yeah johns always, like, projected his feelings onto the character, his own perosnal opinioms, like running away with strangers to leave abusive parents. lol. i did that once it wasnt a stranger though we became close and dated for over a year before i left with them. i tried to tell john that every situation is unique, and he eventually softly agreed and never replied to another one of my messages again

until this, where he wants to get my attention to send me screenshots.

will post the screenshots in a reblog of what he sent me, with some more things blotted out. if i fuck up tlel me anything else that needs to be blotted man bc like, idk john said it but i dont need to spread it lol

[bamdelune]

In Hindsight 📹 Ch. 09: "ping pong"

You feel a tap on your shoulder just as you claimed your change from the student who was running the stand you were buying from just now. You turn your back to see Kuni awkwardly standing behind you, stiffly waving — you look behind him and see who you assumed to be his friends. One was face palming, one was trying to stifle a giggle, another was calmly observing and the last was probably cheering behind Kunikuzushi.

"Kuni! I didn't know you went to stuff like this?" You greet with a smile, holding your snack and phone in one hand while the other rested on your hip.

He scratches his purple locks, "Yeah, I was kinda dragged here but I guess it's a nice change. Oh yeah— um, my friends were wondering if you wanted to join us explore the fair. I believe the twins are running a few things as committee members and Xinyan is kind of busy."

His words would've been drowned out by the crowd's chatter if you weren't standing so close to him. "Woah, you actually know my friends' schedules by heart." You joke, patting his shoulder as if to tell him good job.

"Actually, yeah. It's kinda boring not hanging out with anyone," you pout slightly. "Are you sure you don't mind me coming along? I don't wanna intrude on anything."

Kuni's face shifts and shakes his head no, chuckling awkwardly. "It's fine. After all, they were the ones who quite forcefully asked me to invite you. Those losers behind me? Yeah. That's them."

You peer behind him once more to see 4 people conversing (you think, maybe they were trying to act natural which you laugh at their attempts).

"Auhm... sure! I just have to leave you guys for a bit before 8pm since I have to assist something for the concert." You say, walking to their table.

Everyone exchanges greetings and introductions, Ajax and Venti send a few weird smug looks between you and Kuni but you assume it's just in their personalities. You swoon for sometime over meeting Venti in person, you've heard of him a few times in the industry and frankly, his songs were addicting. You spend the rest of the day playing the game booths with them. At some point, you receive Kunikuzushi's prize from the ping pong cup game ran by Hu Tao and Yanfei from the Humanities department — it was a medium-sized penguin plush that seized your heart the moment you laid your eyes on it.

When 7:50 pm strikes, you say your rushed goodbyes to the group and make your way to the backstage of the venue. It was time to do your role for the fair's concert. Your excuse from earlier was a cover for your actual job for tonight:

...which was to perform in front of the university for the first time ever as a performing artist.

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

taglist. (open, reply or send an ask to be added) — @beriiov @alatusorrow @br0oke96 @ohmyfinggod @itzblazekun @featuredtofu @sketcheeee @lazy-sanns @sakurapeach @sheraffim

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