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K baby...so sad and deeply passionate...I can't for how delightful is to read your work, Ivy!

Hello lovely Ivy

I’m so sorry you’re feeling the sads ❤️ Feel free to let it loose on this one if it sparks joy

Officer K, forced proximity, forbidden romance, and just to make it deliciously tragic; soulmates but they can’t be together

thank u for your amazingness and sharing of your writing, I hope u feel better soon lovely x

Pairing: Officer K x F!Reader Word Count: 571 Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Angst and sexual content (oral sex, f receiving)

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When you step into the supply room it’s too dark to see much of anything but you know you’re not alone. Warm, calloused fingers slip into yours, tugging you deeper into the shadows. K guides you effortlessly through rows of cluttered shelves, the dusty air tickling your nose. It’s not the kind of place either of you would willingly linger, but it’s one of the few spots in the LAPD building free from cameras and the constant flow of people.

K’s strong hands frame your hip, urging you back until you find yourself in a small alcove, caught between him and a concrete wall. The coolness that seeps through your back is in sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressed against your front. 

Soft lips ghost over yours and you tilt your head, letting K deepen the kiss. His stubble prickles against your skin, familiar and comforting. You sigh into his mouth, dragging your nails through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. The low, needy sound that escapes K’s chest sends a ripple of heat through your belly and the kiss turns desperate. 

You want him, more deeply than you’ve ever wanted anyone before. It’s not just the physical pull — it’s a fierce, all-consuming need that is slowly tearing you apart, knowing it can never be. All you have are fleeting moments stolen from your workday, and it’s never enough. That knowledge is painful and the ache that lives deep in your chest blooms to life, strong enough to steal your breath.  

You whisper his name and grasp his sweater. K is quick to soothe you, kissing away the tears you didn’t even realize had fallen.

“I’m here,” he assures you. “I’ve got you.”

You trade another kiss and then he drops to his knees. You reach out, your hands trembling as you cradle his face. He presses his lips to your wrist. "Let me," he whispers, his voice raw. "Please."

Your quiet sigh is all the permission he needs to push your dress up around your hips and expose your lower half to him. He guides one of your legs over his shoulder and you feel his warm breath against the skin of your inner thigh. For a moment he seems content to breathe you in before he sets his mouth on you. 

It never takes long under his care, he’s learned you well over the last few months, responding to every little cue your body gives him. Your hand rests on the back of his head and you close your eyes as your hips rise and fall. When you come it’s with a quiet gasp, the sound muffled by your palm. K doesn’t stop, seeing you through your pleasure until you can’t take any more. 

He pulls away and rubs your trembling thighs comfortingly as your breath comes in short little bursts. Then he eases your leg off his shoulder, holding you steady as he rises to his full height and trades a final, soft kiss with you. 

“I have to get back,” he says. “Joshi will start looking for me if I am gone much longer.”

“I know,” you conceded. “I just wish…”

You stare up at him in the darkness, overcome, with emotion. You kiss him once more, infusing it with everything you’re both too afraid to voice. When you pull apart he rests his forehead against yours. 

“I know,” he echoes. 

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This is perfect! So wonderfully written! And I know what I'm counting to sleep today 😁🥒

Pretty Phone in Pink

This little piece was born from @elusivewildflower "What if you had that Barbie phone as a burner phone", and my silly edition of "What if Court gave you a burner phone but it is a Barbie phone." The phone in question. This turned out more feels-y than silly, but oh well.

Summary: It's customary for Court to dissapear for weeks on end, only to re-appear the least you expect it. Sometimes you wished he would be more transparent on his wereabouts, if not to cease your worrying but to hear his voice when you miss him most. This time Court comes home with a solution to that.

Court Gentry x gender neutral reader

Warnings: implied injured!Court

Word count: 626

Court looked a bit sheepish when he handed you the box. As if he regretted not bundling it in some obnoxious wrapping paper, glitter and a bow on top. An image of a battered Court Gentry folding the creases of some papery design around the gift while laying low in some shithole or another made you stifle a chuckle. And a little tickle in your stomach.

The box was carton, no labels, very much very nondescript. Like a giddy child on Christmas morning you tore the tape off. Another box inside, gleaming plastic. A pink box.

“What-” you started, then paused. It was a phone. A pink phone. A Barbie phone. “You got me a phone.”

“Yes,” Court answered, pushing himself off the kitchen counter. Every movement a bit halted, as if every shift of his muscles was carefully considered, which they probably were.

Court was a master in pretending and you had no idea what kind of injury he was hiding underneath that hoodie. You asked, of course, when he dragged himself into your apartment through the fire escape looking every bit like a wet cat who got the cream upon your reaction to his sudden appearance.

You knew where he had been, or well, not exactly where but you knew he had been gone for the past week doing whatever Court did when he disappeared in a puff of smoke and the dregs of burnt coffee in your favourite mug. A Barbie mug with a chip in the ear and the print of Skipper faded from the many journeys through the dishwasher.

His mug now, but that was one of the things that had been left unspoken.

As much as Court kept his activities guarded from your scrutiny - though he would atone for those sins later when you dragged him into the bathroom to examine, as there was more to WikiHow than ‘how to be a mermaid’ - now his face was like an open book.

Court could speak so much without uttering one word. Sometimes you wanted to punch him for it. His honest affection and the maelstrom of feelings that lit a blush on your cheeks. The implication of the gift was clear.

“I thought you said,” you paused, cleared your throat. Too loud in the kitchen. “That it would be safer for me not to contact you when you…” Are busy trying not to get shot at.

Court winced.

“You can use it as a burner phone,” he said, holding your gaze. “I know the last few months have been hard on you. On us. And- I didn’t want you to be in danger, not anymore.”

From the front pouch of his hoodie, he pulled out a sturdy flip phone. Unlike the screaming pink, it was a slate grey. It reminded you of the Nokia’s of your youth. Inconspicuous and seemingly indestructible. Like him.

“Next time I’m gone,” he held up the phone, “You can call me, and I’ll try to answer.” Then he smirked. “Unless you aren’t interested in a bed time story.”

You rolled your eyes. “If it involves another rant on pickles, please do spare me.” “Hm, what’s wrong with counting pickles instead of sheep?”

You set the box down on the dinner table and took a step forward, crowding his space. “Thank you. I know this must be difficult for you.”

“I imagine not as difficult as having to worry if I’d ever come back to you at all,” he said, voice low in a whisper.

“But you’re here now.”

“Yes.”

You carded your fingers through his fringe, still wet from the rain outside. Tracing your thumb down his temple, over his cheek, resting just underneath his lower lip. The stubble scratching your skin.

“Tell me another story.”

Is the Barbie movie canon in The Gray Man movie-verse? Perhaps.

Thank you for reading

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@demon-dai and their stunning art! Lars in autumn is love 💕

Autumn Lars 🍁🎃🍂 commission for @ken-dom !

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Henryyyy 😭

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Fluffy Colt is what we all need, thank you Ivy! (Why do I picture Colt in his look from the restaurant job?)

Ivyyyyy I'm making myself laugh, but I love the idea of Colt Seavers + bodyguard AU + "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!" I AM WHEEZING. 😂 I hope this sparks something for you!

Becca. I love this so much. You earned yourself a 350 word drabble.

Pairing: Colt Seavers x Actress!Reader Word Count: 367 Warnings: None, this is pure fluff with some kissing.

Colt paces in front of you, shaking his head and muttering to himself. Occasionally, he glances your way, his ears flushing pink. It would be endearing if his frantic pacing weren’t making your small trailer sway slightly.

“Can you please calm down?” You request, exasperated. 

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?” Colt asks, his voice rising comically high.

“It’s really not that big of a deal.”

"YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!" He yells before throwing his hands up in the air. 

“Not on purpose!” You defend. "I was trying to send you a photo of my schedule.”

“My boss saw them,” Colt continues, as if you haven’t spoken. “My boss who is definitely going to think we’re….we’re…” he trails off, gesturing between the two of you. “He’s going to assign you a new bodyguard.”

“Would that be so bad?” You ask, rising from the couch. 

Colt stops in his tracks, his brows furrowing. You have to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from grinning. It was so fun to make him all flustered.  

“I thought you said you liked me, that I was doing a good job.” His voice carries a hint of hurt, and you rush forward, placing your hands gently on his chest.

“I did say I liked you,” you tell him and meet his gaze with both brows raised, hoping he’ll catch on.

“Yeah?” He questions.

How someone so good at their job could be so dense about other things was a mystery to you. “I like you like you, Colt.”

“Oh,” he whispers, his eyes widening. “I like you too.”

Smiling, you wrap two fingers around his tie and gently pull him down to your level. “So maybe it’s not the end of the world if the agency sends someone else. Then I can take you out for spicy margaritas.”

“I do like spicy margaritas,” he agrees, wetting his lips distractingly. “So do I have to wait until it’s official to kiss you or…”

This time, you can’t help but roll your eyes as you yank on his tie, pulling him down until his lips crash against yours.

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Six...the soft light, the pose... It's divine!!

heavily distressed and sleep deprived

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Waking up, making coffee and breakfast, studying and then going out feels like...

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Ahh the most amazing grace in a way you wrote Henry ❤️ it's so easy to close eyes and see him on a bench, sketching ✨

“ballet sketches„

Your back slightly arched, your pointed toes lifting you off the slick wooden flooring. The curve of your arms encircled above your head was silently replicated in the notepad held within Henry’s hands.

The twirl of your body quickly slipped into a graceful pirouette. Henry used the sight as a chance to watch the angle of your flexed calves. His eyes moved back to the page in front of him, sketching out the elegant shape of your legs. Lost in the translation between real life and the art in front of him.

But. They were both art, weren’t they?

Something about it was addicting. The curve of your hips, the stretch of your legs, the point of your toes. He could’ve drawn them for hours. He had drawn them for hours. Late nights, Henry was always there, the bench outside of the ballet room, watching through the glass windows. The ones that covered the length of the wall.

Henry wasn’t quite sure when or how he started this routine; watching you dance. He just knew that on Wednesday and Friday nights, he was there. On the bench. Watching. Drawing.

Though his slight obsession with tracing you on paper was odd, he made sure it ended there, not daring to step any farther past the already broken line. He was very aware of his own presence with you. He understood how it would appear.

A creepy looking man was watching you every Wednesday and Friday night as you innocently danced. Innocently practiced your skill. He knew it could be…off putting to say the least. So he tried making it as comfortable for you as possible, he took the opposite exit and left about ten minutes before you did. Like clockwork.

Henry continued his in depth sketch. You. Gorgeous, precious, talented. Like a swan, like a peacock spreading its shimmering wings. Blinding everyone around it with its unadulterated beauty.

I was thinking of Natalie Portman’s “Black Swan” while writing this! I was writing this a few months ago and I sort of want to make this into a series possibly. So sorry I’ve been honest as of late, school started and I’m lacking inspiration. I take ALL requests so feel free to “Hey Girl” me with anything.

+ this one is especially for my fav Henry stans @calibr3 + @lilyletham love you, darlings. 💋

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Lars! My sweet sweet boy ♥️♥️♥️

@demon-dai you're just incredible!

summertime Lars 🏖 commission for @ken-dom!

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Wait I’m sorry did someone tell you your stories weren’t good enough fuck who ever said that !!!!! You deserve to create what ever you want and feel good about it because you created it sending you so much love 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Thank you for your very kind words ❤️ the truth is, it's on me. My English is poor because I'm not native speaker and I know my stories are written poorly and too simple, reading so many other, beautifully written ones.

There's also a case of strong believe that if I'm so bad, anything I do is even worse... But don't worry, I won't go into details.

I haven't written for myself, or just for all the ideas I have in my head, in months, because of the above...

And if anyone found my fics entertaining, I guess it was also an apology that I won't write more...

I'm sorry for writing too much.

Take care love ✨🤗

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I'm sorry my stories weren't better... I thought I'm quite good but I guess it was my another delusion. I wish you all inspiring stories to stumble upon, finding in dark corners and written when muse hit

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa, more Six, I need this as a fic! ❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨

https://www.tumblr.com/hederasgarden/691872924243820544/do-you-think-six-would-start-a-new-career-after

I would love to hear what your thoughts are on Six falling for the reader b/c I envision it being a grumpy x sunshine kind of thing and he warms up to her a lot 🥹

It would absolutely be a very tropey sunshine x grumpy fic.

Six would spend most of the day scowling and looking intimidating with his prison tattoos and goatee, while the reader is all smiles, chatting away with the customers. She’s always shoving some new pastry she’s baked into his hands to try (and once, directly into his mouth because he was extra grumpy).

They’d be a study in opposites standing side by side behind the counter. He’s dressed in all black, while she wears brightly colored, cutesy aprons (and possibly some crazy cupcake earrings). Even though he’s a bit gruff, he’s always respectful and listens to her. He also proves to be extra useful when dealing with suppliers who look at her and think they can overcharge her or be difficult. That’s when she smiles sweetly and calls Six over to handle them.

Also, because I am a dramatic bitch, there would definitely be an attempted robbery at the store, which Six handles effortlessly. Of course, after there would be angst and comfort, followed eventually by sex when the reader invites Six over to her apartment to cook him a ‘thank you for saving my life’ dinner.

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Ahhh, perfection

Colt Seavers commission for @thehumantrap ! 💫

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Always down for Six, love this 👌✨

not a request at all, i just think it would be fun to discuss Six shacking up with Claire’s nurse

I think it would fun because they would keep it professional (for the most part) at day when Claire’s around with maybe a few slips with him making small touches and then let their real relationship shine through at night

Not sure which would be funnier

1) Claire thinks he just has a crush on you (I think she would voice this rather loudly as a way to fuck with him) or 2) if she doesn’t know and sees them kiss or something and immediately wants answers

I am always down to talk about Six. He remains one of my favorite characters of all time.

In my Safe With Me story Six and Claire's nurse are on the way to ending up together.

I feel like both options are really fun to explore, especially considering how Claire might react. In the first scenario she’d probably enjoy teasing Six mercilessly. I can see her talking to her nurse about this single dad at her school who's super rich and handsome in order to provoke Six.

"He totally asked about you the other day," Claire says, casually munching on a crouton. "I told him you were single." "Oh," you say, clearly unsure exactly how to respond. Your eyes dart to Six who seems to find his soup suddenly fascinating. Claire nearly rolls her eyes, how oblivious did they think she was? “What do you think about that, Six?” Claire presses. “From a safety perspective, maybe you should look into this guy.” Six sighs, sounding so put upon that Claire's smile grows bigger. He looks up at her, spoon halfway to his mouth. Then his gaze narrows and he tilts his head to the side. "How long have you known?" He asks. Whoops, she was busted. "A few days," Claire admits. Six responds with a hmm and then looks at you with a surprisingly sweet expression that makes Claire want to gag. Adults were so gross.

In scenario two when she finds them kissing it would be full-on interrogation that would bring the CIA to shame. She’d demand to know every detail: How did it happen? How long has it been going on? I also love the idea of her privately threatening each of them not to mess things up with the other.

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Love it with all my heart! We need more PHM love

I know they can’t hug but they deserve it

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Love it! You instantly know who he is without even a caption ✨

here’s my first shot at digital art. I made it a few months ago, but got embarrassed to post it. But…here it is.

it’s just Seb. :)

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Hey! Kiss Marry Kill!

Officer K, Six, Colt (Srry)

Ooff, my first thought was - it's hard. But now I think...

Kiss Officer K, because he deserve affection and to feel like he's real ❤️

Marry Colt... He just seem as best choice. Caring, lovable, loyal, wildly supportive... There could be whole paper on that one.

Kill Six, because, let's be honest here, he would definitely come out alive from the wickedness attempt on his life... (and then I could care for him and give him all the love he needs, giving him home he deserves)

Thank you very much for the ask! No one ever asked me anything before 🥹🥹

Xoxoxo