#❤️ Prompt: Romantic F/O

[draw-your-self-ship]

Draw your F/O and S/I flipping through old photos of themselves! Are they embarrassed by their chubby baby faces, or pointing out how cute the other is? Maybe they'll try to recreate some of the old photos!

Do NOT Interact: Pro//Ship + Neutral, adults who ship with minors, and real people shippers

[notaselfshipblog]

self shippers with f/os with hats

imagine giving them a little kiss on the cheek and they blush and hide behind their hat

pr0ship/pr0fic dni please and thank you

[nerdytyrantphantom]

shattered but not lonely (joel miller x f!reader)

This is my 2nd request! Hope you love it, anon 💖

request: hey!! could you do joel x reader (maybe smut) where joel gets super protective over the reader after saving them from a dangerous situation?❤️❤️ word count: 3.9k rating: 18+ explicit warning: SMUT. reader was kidnapped by raiders and joel rescues her and they have sweet, sensual reunion sex after she heals. soft!joel, pet names ("sweetheart" "baby"), light mentions of captivity, oral (f receiving), reader gets super fucking wet, joel is very into it, p in v sex (be smart etc.) a/n: my goal with this piece was to write the filthiest yet equally loving/romantic smut possible :o) i hope you like it! also, to the anon who made this request - i have a second (less fluffy) interpretation of this prompt i plan to post in the near future :) p.s. title is from the song "my favorite book" by stars

“Joel?” you whispered. If the figure in the doorway wasn’t who you thought it was, you prayed for a quick death. 

But as the man’s silhouette approached, your breathing steadied; it was him. Despite your blurred vision from two swollen black eyes, your brain recognized the fragments that formed Joel Miller’s unmistakable presence: the broad shoulders, firm gait, and weight of his rifle slung over his shoulder. A hot wave of tears rose at the realization that Joel had found you. You were going to be okay.

Upon reaching your side, Joel sank to his knees. His battered hands carefully cupped your wet cheeks as his bloodshot eyes desperately searched yours. You’d never seen this Joel before – a Joel who was scared, whose vulnerability was laid bare – and your heart wrenched with pain at the tears threatening to spill from his own eyes. 

“Sweetheart,” he choked, like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or to cry. His bottom lip quivered as his thumb gently brushed your cheek, as if he was checking to make sure that you were real, that it was really you beneath the bruises and the bloodshed. His voice cracked with sorrow, guilt seeping through every word: “I��m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

The iron fist that wrapped around your heart squeezed knowing that Joel blamed himself. It was in his nature to take on the weight of the world and responsibility for those he loved and you were no exception. You knew Joel and understood the depths to which he would punish himself for not protecting you. In reality, there was nothing he could’ve done. But in Joel’s tormented mind, such reasoning held no solace.

You struggled for the right words to take away his burden. “It’s okay,” you assured, your hands tenderly covering his that still cradled your face. “I’m okay. I promise.” Joel saw through your forced smile, but knew there was nothing he could say. “Let’s just go home.”

Silently, Joel cradled you in his arms, holding you close against his chest. As he carried you, he felt the weight of your body relax, surrendering to the comfort and safety he provided. Your head rested against him, your breaths becoming steady and peaceful as sleep claimed you. 

Time blurred as the days passed. Hazy memories floated in and out of your consciousness — glimpses of Joel spoon-feeding you, of tenderly replacing bandages, and the featherlight touch of his lips pressing kisses to your forehead. 

Finally, one night as twilight painted the sky in shades of purple, you stirred awake. As if on cue, Joel entered the room with a glass of water. His boots scuffed the hardwood floor as he approached and set the glass down on the bedside table. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside you, he reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Then leaning forward, his lips pecked your temple.

"Hey there,” he whispered. “How are you feeling?" 

You took hold of his hand, bringing it to your lips, pressing a tender kiss to each  knuckle. "Better," you whispered, as though the two of you were sharing a secret. Your lips trailed up his hand, skimming along the inside of his wrist until you found yourself pulling him closer, causing Joel to lose his balance slightly as he leaned in to embrace you. 

You nuzzled into his neck, seeking the comfort that only he could provide. "Missed you," you murmured, your words vibrating against his skin, as you breathed in the familiar scent that defined him.

His strong arms enveloped you, pulling you tightly against him. "I'm right here, sweetheart," he promised, his fingers stroking your hair. "Never gonna change that." In that moment, time stood still as you both immersed yourselves in the simple joy of being together again. The outside world faded away – the QZ, raiders, the infected – and all that mattered was the warmth of your bodies and shared breaths and sighs between you.

As your lips brushed against Joel's ear, you confessed with a hint of playfulness: "I think I need a shower." 

Joel's arms gave you one final squeeze before releasing their hold. He leaned back to look at you, his eyes still filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief, as if he still couldn't quite believe if you were real. You gave him a small smile. "I'm here," you reassured him. “I’m okay.”

As you stood from the bed, a mask of determination veiled the pain that still raked through your body. Joel stood beside you, a silent pillar of support, guiding you with gentle hands to maintain your stability as you found your renewed sense of balance. Together, you made your way into the bathroom.

Joel reached out and turned on the shower, the sound of running water filling the space, creating a soothing backdrop to the moment. He stood by your side, his presence a steady reassurance as you prepared to cleanse away the remnants of your ordeal. With quiet care, he helped you disrobe, removing each piece of clothing with a delicate touch. 

As you lifted your arms for Joel to remove your shirt, you couldn’t hide the whimper that escaped your lips, a sharp burst of pain radiating throughout your spine, as he tugged the garment over your head. You tried to quickly conceal the pain, but Joel saw through your facade – he knew you better than anyone.

To your relief, he didn’t scold you for moving into normalcy too fast or decide that the shower was a bad idea; instead, he held his hand under the stream of water, adjusting the temperature to ensure it was just right. 

Then, you watched as he slowly shed his own clothes, standing before you naked and vulnerable, mirroring your own state of undress. He held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, as you both stepped into the warm fall of the cascading water.

Under the torrent of the shower, steam billowed, welcoming you in a cloud of wet warmth. With practiced hands, Joel lathered shampoo in his palms, his fingers working their way through your hair, massaging and cleansing with a confident yet gentle touch. You observed him in silence, captivated by the sight of his muscles flexing with each movement, displaying strength tempered with tenderness. The white suds built up, creating a frothy veil over your hair, as Joel carefully lifted your locks into the stream of water, rinsing away the traces of the past.

Gently, Joel turned you around so that your back was to him, his hands lathered in soap. With the utmost care, he began to massage your shoulders and trace a path down your arms, his touch both soothing and deliberate. He lifted your arms slightly, ensuring no part of your body was left untouched, as his hands moved down your back, tracing gentle circles and washing away the remnants of your captivity. Leaning forward, resting his chin on your shoulder, he guided his hands over your stomach and breasts, the suds gliding down your body, renewing your skin. 

The moment held a sensual undercurrent, but it was devoid of pressure or expectation. This act of washing was an expression of pure love, a quiet gesture of nurturing your body back to health. Yet, even in this gentle intimacy, feeling Joel's body against yours, his hands caressing every inch and crevice of your body, a dizziness washed over you. A sense of lightheadedness and longing swirled within you, the desire to melt into his touch and be swept away.

After the shower, Joel wrapped you in a soft towel, cocooning you in its warmth. He then tenderly placed a second towel over your head, gently drying your hair, revealing your face with a renewed glow and cleansed complexion. As his eyes took in the sight of you, a mixture of relief and adoration danced in their depths, forming the first soft smile you had witnessed since your return. He leaned his forehead against yours, creating a sacred space between you.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he whispered, his voice carrying a blend of tenderness and desperation. His commitment to taking care of you was unwavering, his desire to meet your every need palpable. In this moment, he wanted nothing more than to provide solace and support, to be the anchor that would guide you through the storm.

Hugging your towel against you, you burrowed into Joel, a silent request for him to hold you that didn’t require words for him to understand. As he wrapped you in his embrace, you spoke into his bare chest, voice muffled: “You. Just need you, Joel.”

"I'm right here, baby," he murmured, his touch a comforting presence against your back. Your body stirred with a different kind of ache as you gazed up at him, a longing that transcended the physical. His soft, pillowy lips beckoned to be kissed, the scruff on his face tempting your touch. You could spend a lifetime tracing the lines and contours of his face, exploring every inch of him with a blind devotion.

Locked in his gaze, Joel understood the unspoken desires that flickered within you. Like a language only the two of you shared, he deciphered the quickening of your heartbeat, the subtle lick of your lips, and the faint furrow of your brow that betrayed both frustration and longing. He blinked, a silent affirmation that he felt it too, as he gently guided you towards the bed.

"Come on," Joel beckoned, his voice laced with a mixture of invitation and anticipation. You observed as he skillfully arranged the pillows against the headboard. He draped the towel that had once enveloped your damp hair onto the mattress, purposefully positioning it where your body would inevitably find its place. You then climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself with your back nestled against the plush pillows, your abdomen resting upon the soft towel, and the second towel still wrapped around your shoulders, offering warmth and security. 

From this vantage point, your gaze fixated upon Joel, who stood at the foot of the bed, an arresting sight that never failed to steal your breath away.

No matter how many times your eyes met his, the effect remained unchanged—an overwhelming wave of captivation that surged through your veins. This moment was no exception. His hair, still damp from the shower, was slicked back, save for a single rebellious curl that dared to escape its confines. His flushed chest glistened under the subtle glow of amber light, adorned with droplets of water that cascaded over his skin. The only barrier between you and his complete vulnerability was the white towel that draped enticingly around his waist. Its snug embrace accentuated the contours of his hips, hinting at the sculpted muscles that lay beneath the fabric, while the mere suggestion of movement threatened to loosen its grip.

A tremor of anticipation coursed through you as Joel's eyes roamed over your form, mirroring the same intensity with which you had studied his. A slow, deliberate stroke of his jaw accompanied the journey of his gaze, traveling up your legs, lingering over the heat of your core, trailing across the curves of your breasts, until finally, his eyes connected with your own. His thumb traced a path over his bottom lip, an unspoken question hovering between you.

"Will you let me take care of you, baby?" he asked, a confident plea that resonated with sincerity. He closed the distance, taking a purposeful step toward the bed, his touch grazing over the delicate skin of your foot, tracing invisible patterns.

A lump formed in your throat, your mouth suddenly dry as you nodded, your eyes conveying an unspoken affirmation. "Always," you managed to whisper, the weight of your words hanging in the air, sealing the unbreakable bond that bound you two together.

You bit back a moan as the towel wrapped around Joel’s waist teasingly fell lower, the outline of his half-hard cock rising beneath the white cotton. He then crawled up the bed between your legs until he was able to nuzzle his nose into the soft skin behind your ear. 

“That’s all I ever want,” he murmured, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. He planted a small kiss onto your skin, humming with pleasure as he grazed your neck. “To hold you,” he continued, moving down to kiss the constellation of freckles that spanned over your shoulder, “to kiss you.” 

As he continued his onslaught of kisses and pecks, you felt the heat rising within you. Finally, as though Joel could sense your desperation, he brought his lips to yours. He softly worked over them – the soft, wet sounds filling the air – before delicately swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. As you opened your mouth and permitted his entry, his warm taste filled your senses, igniting a carnal desire that only Joel could fuel. You moaned hungrily into the kiss and raised your arms to wrap around Joel’s chest to pull him closer, but then groaned as another shock of pain rippled throughout you. 

“Shhhhh, baby,” Joel cooed, resting his forehead against your own. He fought back an amused smile as he lovingly stroked your cheek and pecked at the corner of your lips. “Can’t have you hurtin’ yourself on me, sweet girl.”

Your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. You felt like your body was betraying you from what your mind – and your hormones – severely desired. 

“Just lean back and relax,” Joel coaxed, returning to the spot where your neck met your shoulder. He planted more kisses, featherlight, as he continued, “Just let me take care of my girl.”

Closing your eyes, you forced yourself to relax under Joel’s direction. As you sank into the pillows, you concentrated on the touch of Joel’s mouth moving further down your body. “That’s it,” he murmured as your breathing steadied. “That’s my girl.” 

Your heartbeat quickened as Joel’s hands gently pushed away the towel you had slung over your shoulders, revealing your bare chest. With great care, Joel cupped your breasts, massaging the plush skin soothingly beneath his fingertips, while his thumbs lazily circled each nipple. As they became erect under his touch, he popped one into his mouth, suckling the sensitive skin between his teeth. 

“Oh, Joel,” you whispered, your voice both a warning and a plea. He knew what you liked. He knew exactly how to give you what you wanted. And right now was one of those moments, when he suspended the passing of time and acted as though his life’s sole purpose was purely to worship and please you. 

His tongue continued to swipe over your nipple before releasing it with a pop and moving to the next one. When you looked down, butterflies fluttered in the pit of your stomach at the sight of him; he looked so content with his long eyelashes covering his shut eyes, his nose slightly squashed against your breasts, and his lips wrapped around your nipple like he could stay that way pacified forever. 

As you melted further into the pillows, Joel’s kisses moved down your belly. “My sweet girl,” he murmured – more to himself than to you – as he reached the pubic hair covering your mound. He pushed himself lower onto the bed and arranged himself so that he was neatly between your legs, before carefully lifting your thighs over his shoulders. As you settled into the position, arousal pummeled into your core at the touch of Joel secure between your legs and your bare feet grazing the muscles of his back. 

“Sweet, sweet girl,” Joel repeated, his voice just a muffled murmur as he continued to plant kisses over your thick curls of hair. He turned his head to skim the tip of his nose over the inside of your leg, before dipping himself into the deepest crevice of your thigh, where he dragged his tongue along the crack. “My baby,” he whispered. 

Joel hadn’t even touched you where it counted yet, and already, your core was dripping. Hearing Joel’s whispers of sweet nothings, tickled by his hot breath ghosting your skin, smelling the soap and shampoo mingle with the scent that was pure Joel, and feeling his plush pillows hug you from behind – it was all building so fast to be too much for you to take. Without a second thought, you spread your legs further, exposing the slick web of arousal between your legs to Joel.

He groaned with ravenous desperation, the sound only turning you on further. He squeezed the dough of your thighs over his shoulders as he buried his nose between your folds, the sticky spread of you smearing onto his face. Your breath hitched as you felt him deeply inhale your scent, before dragging his tongue along your folds. “Give you anything you want,” he mumbled, gently gliding his tongue up and down your slit. His tongue worked lavishly against you, slowly, with deliberate movements that were in no rush. As you felt his tongue dip into every curve and crevice of your core, your fingers found their way weaving through his hair. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, wanting to buck your hips into him further but knowing your pain wouldn’t let you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with pleasure.

Joel shushed you as he continued to lick, his scruff tickling your skin and the sensation electrifying you more. “Sweet, sweet girl,” he continued, a groan pouring from his throat as he licked up a stripe of slick that oozed from inside you. With someone else, you may have been embarrassed or ashamed by how wet you got. But Joel treated it like a gift, like he’d discovered a secret that was all his, and he never failed to express how much he enjoyed it.

For what felt like hours, he stayed like that, his fingers gently massaging the dough of your thighs while his mouth sucked and slurped every part of your core. As perspiration formed on your forehead and your cheeks began to flush, you squirmed with want under Joel’s touch. But like always, he understood.

“You ready to cum, sweetheart?” he asked, looking up at you from between your legs. Despite what he was doing, his brown eyes looked so innocent. As you eagerly nodded your head, Joel pecked up your folds tenderly until he reached your clit. “Okay, baby,” he said soothingly. “You can cum whenever you want.” And with that, he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your stomach churned at the sensation of his tongue toying with your clit like it were candy, his soft strokes perfectly brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves with kitten licks.

“Joel,” you cried, cradling his head in your hands. You felt white hot flames licking you from the inside out as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap. Heat rose into your chest and your cheeks as you fell deeper into the pillows, the cushions swallowing you whole. 

Your hips rose just an inch, and though it hurt, the pleasure far outweighed the pain. At this perfect angle, Joel continued to swipe his tongue against your clit until all at once you were seeing fireworks bursting behind your eyes, a wave of euphoria rippling throughout your body. You cried his name as tears streamed down your cheeks.

As the aftershock continued to radiate throughout your body while you tried to catch your breath, Joel crawled up so that he could face you again. His dark eyes were blown out, his pink lips swollen and shiny with your slick. You whimpered as you watched him greedily lick his lips.

“Thank you,” you choked, wiping the tears that streaked your face. Joel kissed your face and hummed with content. “Still want you, though,” you sniffled, gazing up at him through your eyelashes. “Want to feel you inside me.”

Joel’s eyebrows furrowed in a mix of pain and arousal. “Are you sure, baby?” he asked, breath hitching, as your hips rose to grind against his. His towel had since fallen off and now you could feel it, his hard length begging to be buried inside of you.

You nodded confidently. “I’m positive,” you assured him, nosing into his neck. You nibbled his skin, the perfect button you could press to get what you wanted that would drive Joel crazy and whispered, “Please. Want you to fill me up.”

Joel groaned at your words; there was no way he could argue with you, and he didn’t want to. He fisted his cock in his hands and guided the tip along your folds. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he commented, his eyes staring straight into yours.

You stroked his cheek and nodded, licking your lips. “All for you,” you promised him, studying every scar and scratch that etched his face. 

You watched as his jaw fell slack as he pushed himself in, his entire cock filling you up with ease. You moaned instantly. Joel was accustomed to the way you’d mewl for him to fill you completely. He knew how much you loved his cock – the length, the girth, the way it filled you to the hilt – and he could read it on your face every time he had the chance to enter you. As his pubic hair came to brush against your clit, his cock completely sucked inside you, he murmured into your ear: “That’s it, sweetheart. S’all yours.”

As your moans grew louder, Joel pistoned himself deeper, maintaining a steady pace that wasn’t too fast or too slow, but just enough to savor the sensation inch-by-inch. Your nails dug into Joel’s forearms, too weak to wrap around his back, as you clung to him with desperation. “Joel,” you whimpered, not knowing what to do with yourself underneath them. The pleasure was building quicker than you had anticipated. “Joel, I–” you started to say, before sinking your teeth into his arm. You clenched tightly around him as he continued to thrust inside you. 

“Can you cum again for me, baby?” Joel whispered sweetly, holding your chin in his hand to make you look at him. His eyes searched your red cheeks, furrowed brows, and watery eyes. As you desperately nodded your head, Joel’s lips frowned. “Yeah?” he asked, stroking your chin, unable to resist just a second of teasing. 

But before any frustration could build inside of you, Joel’s hand was between your bodies and his thumb was drawing circles against your clit. “It’s okay, baby,” he encouraged, his own words struggling to come out of his mouth as his jaw became slack watching the pleasure wash over you. As your face contorted in pleasure, the coil in your belly threatening to snap for a second time, fresh tears began to roll down your face. Joel shushed you and kissed them away. “It’s okay, baby, it’s all for you,” he said, his words gradually coming out through gritted teeth as he fucked you deeper. “All yours, baby, every part of me.”

All at once you broke, crying out as a second seismic wave of pleasure erupted in your core and rippled throughout your body. As you gushed around Joel’s cock, his pubic hair drenched and the wet squelch penetrating the room, you felt his movements grow sloppy as he burrowed into your neck. Then he was emptying himself inside you, his warm cum seeping out of your aching hole. 

He allowed himself to collapse beside you, careful not to hurt you, his sweat-slicked chest panting. His hand skimmed your chest, cupping your breast, while his face nuzzled into the other one. “My baby,” he murmured, kissing over your areola. He nuzzled into you more. “Never gonna let you go again.”

[basbearship]

Selfship Valentine Prompts!

I'll probably make another post closer to the 1st of feb, BUT i wanted to try out some prompts myself, and figured why not share?

Starts 1st of feb, ends 14th feb!

You don't have to draw to participate! Writing, headcanons, rambles, thinking about it for a while, anything counts, this is for fun not a competition :>

Prompts below!

1st Feb - ❤️"Will you be my valentine?": You/your F/O ask the other to be their valentine! Is it a first confession, is it being sweet in an established relationship? ❤️

2nd Feb - 💜"Small displays of affection": How do you and your F/O show each other small affirmations of affection? Do you touch hands, bump your head against their shoulder, make a soft little 'a' noise at them occasionally? 💜

3rd Feb - 💛"A shared activiy": Do you and your F/O have a favorite passtime you do together? Do you have multiple? Have you discovered new hobbies together?💛

4th Feb - 💚"Fond memories": Do you and/or your F/O go through photos, diary entries, or memories from earlier in the relationship? Do you have any favorites? Do you like to take/make a lot of keepsakes for memory or do you prefer to live as you go?💚

5th Feb - 💗"Favorite Media": What movie/show/game/book/etc do you and your F/O enjoy enaging with together most? Is it ongoing or do you revisit it on occasion? How did you end up getting into it?💗

6th Feb - 💕"Mixtape": Do you have a song or playlist for your F/O? Does your F/O have a song or playlist they associate with you? Do you listen together?💕

7th Feb - 💟"How it all started": How did you and your F/O get together? Was it sudden, slowburn, enemies to lovers? Feel free to gush!💟

8th Feb - 💖"Sweet kisses": How/when was your first kiss? If you or your F/O can't/don't like to kiss, what was your first outward display of affection?💖

9th Feb - 🧡"Comfort crutch": If you/your F/O are upset, how do you cheer each other up? Movie night? Favorite snack and a blanket? 🧡

10th Feb - 💝"Future Foward": Do you or your F/O have plans for the future? Bigger house? Move in together? Get married? Or do you just like to see where life takes you?💝

11th Feb - 💘"Meet the folks": Have you/your F/O been introduced to friends and family? How did it go? If you can't/wont, is there a reason?💘

12th Feb - 💞"Just a few of my favorite things...": What are some things you love about your F/O? What are some things they love about you? Gushing and rambling encouraged!💞

13th Feb: - 💓"Preparations!": Do you and your F/O need to prepare anything for Valentines Day? Do you need to plan outfits? Do you need to double check reservations? Do you just chill in pajamas and relax?💓

14th Feb - 💌"Valentine's Day!": How do you and your F/O spend the day? Date night out at a restaurant? Hitting up an arcade? Buying a boatload of snacks and marathoning a videogame or movie series?💌

These are absolutely polyamory friendly! Feel free to just do one or a few if you don't feel like doing them all but you like a couple of 'em!

These are intended for Romantic F/Os, but who said you can't take your qpp/friends out for valentines? :D

[good-boy-ren]

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◆ ro ‣ 30↑ ‣ they / them ‣ biro ace ◆ chronically-ill artist, 07th expansion enthusiast, alice hnkna kinnie, Weird Little Guy enjoyer, and oushirou’s spouse! ◆ this is my nsft selfship blog. i'll focus mainly on my beloved personal chewtoy and golden retriever boyfriend oc 💕ren 💕 and his AU counterparts!! 🦦💖🐐 i also have many vn and otome game f/os -- vns are my special interest! feel free to chat with me about them ^^ ◆ if you're openly anti-nsft and/or anti-kink... this isn't the place for you. i shouldn't have to say this, but clearly i do. i don't care if you have a secret nsft sideblog; if i'm on your dni on main, then treat me as on your dni no matter the blog. ◆ i block liberally. curate your online experience, peace and love on planet earth. ◆ kinks / preference list, tags, f/o list, and DNI/BYF below. (i interact from @nocturne-of-illusions -- updated 16 june 2024)

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💚 LOVE 💚 soft dom, hands, gloves, light bondage, orgasm control, edging, collars, toys, praise, body worship, breeding (NO pregnancy), voice, scent, panty sniffing, oral, light possessiveness, monsters, excessive cum, (purposeful) aphrodisiac, outercourse, cumming in pants, premature ejaculation 🔶 SQUICK 🔶 heavy bondage, degradation, injuries (causing OR receiving), blood (except for nosebleeds), breath play, flagellation, watersports, scat, anal, rimming, emeto 🛑🛑🛑 ABSOLUTE NO-GOES, DNI 🛑🛑🛑 raceplay, ageplay / ddlg / cgl / sexual agere, noncon / dubcon / cnc / etc, incest, pedophilia, lolisho, misgendering / detrans ⚠️ CURRENT BLACKLIST SQUICK TAGS ⚠️ "#bondage -"

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───⌈ top romantic ⌋───

🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ] - ♫      ¬ ren brunet (oc) [ doc!ren ] 🧃 [ who is in control. ] - ♫      ¬ ren brunet (oc, villain au) [ v!ren ] 🦦 [ can’t escape it. ] - ♫      ¬ ren brunet (oc, retail au) [ r!ren ] 🐸 [ look ahead. ] - ♫      ¬ ren brunet (oc, pkmn au) [ poke!ren ]

──⌈ primary romantic ⌋──

📷 [ phantom hearts. ] - ♫     ¬ shirogane oushirou (starry☆sky) 🦎 [ chasing starlight. ] - ♫      ¬ gray ringmarc (hnkna) ☣️ [ good in red. ] - ♫      ¬ mars (oc)

──⌈ secondary romantic ⌋──

🏹 [ purple eyes. ] - ♫      ¬ raven (tales of vesperia) 💣 [ lost in your charm. ] - ♫      ¬ sirius (starry☆sky, polestar au)

──⌈ self insert & misc ⌋──

🐐 [ been up all night. ] - ♫      ¬ ro (self-insert) 🦔 [ used to be easy. ] - ♫      ¬ ro (self-insert, pokemon au) [ ❤️ ]      ¬ all romantic f/os

──⌈ dormant romantic ⌋──

🐝 [ step on bug. ] - ♫      ¬ utsuro (jooubachi)      ¬ no longer actively tagging 🤖 [ city of ghosts. ] - ♫      ¬ nika (oc)      ¬ no longer actively tagging

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◆ NO minors, period. also, this is not an rp blog; do not solicit me for nsft DMs. ◆ i’m a staunch lgbtqia+ inclusionist, including mspec lesbians and xenogenders and conflicting labels; if it's in good faith, chase your bliss! neither zionism nor antisemitism welcome. villains are fun, but violently bigoted or fascist f/os will get you blocked. ◆ if you d.oxx and threaten to send p.olice to a black person (or anyone in general, but being specific) because they were "being mean" online, i'll block you and anyone else who signs off on your behavior, as i consider that a threat on someone's life. blatant racism needs to be stamped out of this community. ◆ i dislike the fetishization of CSA, incest, abuse, assault, etc. difficult subjects should exist in fiction, but i don't enjoy them being sensationalized or sexualized. i'm also against real person fiction. if a blog includes these things, i will block and move on.

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◆ DO NOT selfship with my ocs, and please be clear that any comments aren't flirty (unless we're mutuals; i trust y'all to be "flirty (platonic)"💖). ◆ i'm cool with sharing canon characters, but i'll respect if you aren't. if i gain the same f/o and you don't share, we can block each others' tags, or you can tell me we need to unfollow each other (i'll understand). if non-sharing friends share the same f/o, it's their responsibility to block each other, not mine to choose between them. ◆ i tag general triggers as "#trigger -", as well as "#pokemon -" and "#umineko -" / "#umineko spoilers -". if you need me to tag anything else, let me know!

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◆ i observe reblog / ask game courtesy and request it in return! i don't do chain reblogs / mail, though, but i still appreciate the thought!! 💗 ◆ chronic illness makes me slow to reply to and reblog things. i'm not ignoring you; i just need time to put my thoughts together. i also don't follow-back often bc i've hit my personal limit. feel free to send asks or replies, though! and i LOVE reading any f/o tags people leave on reblogs!! 💖

[anya-ackerman]

🍁 Day Five - Fox 🍁

I didn’t have too many ideas for this prompt so, instead, I decided to depict a date to Build a Bear Levi once took me on ❤️

[nyaselfshipcorner]

Nya's self shipping corner

❤️ / 💙 / 🧡/ 🖤

Nya - adult - 8 romantic F/Os

Selfship is how I add a little bit of comfort in my life. I do this for fun not very seriously

I don't mind sharing so even if you share the same F/Os you can interact.

I might post some tagged nsfw (tagged as nsft) it's always going to be under cuts unless it's a reblog.

I'm very shy and bad at interacting but I don't mind asks/mentions.

I'd gladly do little doodle requests of your F/Os, if you want one feel free to request and tell me if you want it in your dm or askbox.

Romantic F/Os (main are bolded):

❤️ Nagato Uzumaki (Naruto shippuden)

💙 Konan (Naruto shippuden)

🧡 Yahiko (Naruto shippuden)

🖤 Obito Uchiha (Naruto shippuden)

🤎 Rackam (Granblue Fantasy)

🤍 Grimnir (Granblue Fantasy)

F/Os (derogatory) [love/hate relationship]:

💜 Diavolo (Jojo's bizarre adventure)

💛 Dio Brando (Jojo's bizarre adventure)

Self inserts:

🔸Suko (Naruto shippuden)

Detailed F/O list

Detailed S/I list

Tags:

"[f/o name ] beloved" for all my f/os and s/is

"imagines" for all imagine prompts or selfship rebloggables

"selfshipart" for every art of selfships, when it's not mine I precise it in the tags

"selfshiplore" for fics and drabbles of selfships

"nya rambles" for me rambling

Ship tags:

nagasuko - sukonan - sukobito - yahisuko - rain polycule

[draw-your-self-ship]

Draw your self ship on an ice cream date!

Do NOT Interact: Pro//Ship, adults who ship with minors, and real people shippers.

[notaselfshipblog]

if you have an f/o with scars imagine gently tracing over them with your finger or gently kissing them and reminding your f/o that theyre still lovely even with all their scars ❤️

[mrs-hatake]

i'mma be honest I want to see your answer to all of the questions, from A to Z. if you feel like answering, PLEASE

ksudhwajsdcgsgd OH MY!!

okay okay, A/K/Z have already been answered here

B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?

the first fandom I read a fic for was my chemical romance and it was a gerard x f!oc x frankie and I didn't even know what fanfiction was but I wanted more! 😂

the first fandom I wrote for was bandom (band fandom) but I don't remember which band I wrote for first.

C:  How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

most of my fics are song lyrics or things that pop into my head :p

D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?

on this blog? it has to be je te laisserai

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

kakashi. we're both hella depressed and we believe that we're undeserving of love. also, we're both lowkey su!c!dal. I haven't written anything that showcases how I can relate to kakashi but maybe in the future!

F: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I need a title angel :(

G: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

same as above 😅

H: How would you describe your writing style?

a mess lol. I get possessed by a writing ghost and have no idea what I wrote lol and I don't proof read either.

but then when there are times I am consumed by writer's block that I simply cannot write.

I: How many fandoms have you written in?  Do you have a favorite?

I've written for game of thrones, marvel, anime, kpop, supernatural and peaky blinders.

my favorite are game of thrones and marvel because they're interactive.

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

enemies to lovers and no I haven't :(

L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

definitely eddie helps you with depression from my marvel blog

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with?  Did it turn into a story?

I don't have a weird scenario but I did write a bnha/naruto crossover fic where I talked about the similarities between bakugo and sasuke and why bakugo is way better. I sadly deleted it from ao3 and I can't find it on my laptop :/

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

an extremely angsty toji one shot im working on

O: What are your thoughts on people writing fanfic of your fanfic?

never happened to me but I wouldn't mind if I was credited ^-^

P:  Where did you find the most inspiration for your story < insert title >?

most of my fics are inspired by songs or by my life lol

Q: Do you like getting prompts from your readers?

I used to but not anymore. im just not that committed or talented.

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

my soulmate. she's the reason I'm trying so hard to improve my writing. I want to be her equal when it comes to writing.

S: How do you feel about fan art inspired by your writing?

I WOULD BE HONORED ❤️

T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

miscommunications, love triangles, arranged marriage and soulmate au. ik ik how can I hate soulmate aus when I have a soulmate of my own? see, my soulmate is platonic and not romantic. I just don't like the idea of someone deciding who my lover would be without my consultation or permission.

U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.

gojo x utahime, chilumi and obito x y/n :(

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?

"Awesome topic and you delivered it so well! I didn't know I need this fic until I read it, Dany's emotions and her realization of how special Sansa is to all these people is shown very believably here. And she's probably more in character here than in actual series. I love this." from my got fic on ao3

"Honestly, this fic has given me so much to think about because now I am in love with the idea of Tyrion making scenarios that required Sansa and Sandor to be together simply for his own amusement (though we would deny this, of course).

Not sure what you mean about writing skills failing, because this was absolutely adorable! The way you wrote it is exactly how I feel it would be written if this scene (Tyriom catching on) was canon. I felt that you did a good job in capturing Tyrion's thought process, and the story overall was so cute! So glad I read this! Keep up the great work :D" from another got fic on ao3

W: What is your favorite pairing to write?  Favorite pairing to read?

shikafemnaru!! I read anything with femnaruto 😂

X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading?  Are you a voracious reader?  Do you carefully pick and choose?  Something in between?

I carefully pick and choose but there are times when a fic would just randomly catch my interest

Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories?  Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?

my most popular fic is this and I'll always be thankful for it and I am satisfied with it but im honestly selfish and I want some of my other fics to receive the same amount of love.

well, that was the end of it! thank you for this ❤️

[spookydrreid]

I looooove your writing like wtf ur so talented! Could you maybe do an nsfw alphabet for matthew?

Thank you so much for the request! And for the sweet sweet compliment! I love you so much!!!

This was so fun! Shout out to @blushingjacobs for the prompt! They did a “Spencer Reid” one so i just followed that (because i literally loved it so much) 

It starts after the cut ❤️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-       I feel like Matthew is very snuggly. Constantly asking you if you’re okay and telling you how much he loves you and appreciates you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-       I’m a believer that Matthew is an ass guy. I will die on this hill alone!!

-       I think yours would be his hands

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-       Matthew prefers to cum inside you (if you’re on birth control) because anything else is just a waste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-       Matthew is a huge exhibitionist. He loves messing with you in public. His favorite is fingering you under the table.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-       one word: very. Matthew is very experienced in all things and definitely knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-       Matthew has two. I like to think he’s into missionary because he’s in control that way. Plus he gets to see all of you while he fucks you.

-       But he also likes fucking you from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-       I feel like because Matthew is so dominant, he’s super serious.

-       But there are plenty of times that he gets silly in the bedroom!

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-       Matthew is a shaved man lemme tell you! He likes the idea of being bare as it’s more comfortable for you!

-       His is a little bit darker down here than on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-       it depends.

-       Even though he’s dominant, he does like slow, sensual sex.

-       And even when he’s fucking you into the mattress, as you guys finish he’ll shower you with slow, deep strokes and praise.

-       *extra bit* he will degrade the shit out of you but will also say “I love you” every chance he gets.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-       he’s not particularly fond of masturbation strictly because it doesn’t feel the same as when he’s sliding inside your push.

-       But if he’s away and horny you can bet you’ll be getting a nice little phone call.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-       Matthew is big on the dom/sub dynamic. He gets off on the control you allow him to have.

-       He also really like bondage. Tying you to his bed is one of his favorite things to do. Because then you are (consensually) completely at his mercy.

-       This man gets off on buying you shit. If he sees you in something he bought you, it makes him feral. But he wants it clear that he is not your sugar daddy.

-       But he does like to be called daddy. Very much.

-       He also has a lingerie kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-       Anywhere and everywhere babyyyy.

-       He’ll take you in bathrooms while at an event, in a closet, and all around his haunted tree house.

-       But obviously his favorite place is your shared bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-       If it involves you, Matthew is turned on.

-       But as I mentioned, he gets hard seeing you in the things he paid for.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-       There isn’t much Matthew won't try. But he makes sure to talk to you about it.

-       You guys have safewords that are used when needed.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-       Matthew lives for eating you out and no one can tell me different. And he’s good at it.

-       He likes receiving as well, but will usually just end up fucking your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-       A little bit of everything.

-       The little shit likes to tease so it’s often that he goes slow, making you feel every inch of him, just to make you bed him to go faster.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-       He hates quickies. But with his busy schedule, sometimes it’s the only option.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-       He always talks to you before doing anything risky. If you’re down for it, he’s down for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-       Matthew can go two rounds if you give him a minute after round one.

-       He lasts a long while, making sure you always get off a few times before even lets himself think about coming.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-       Let’s just say he hides the key to his toy box in his sock drawer.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-       Matthew lives for teasing you. Anytime he can tease you, he does it. Even if it's on the red carpet for an event.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-       Matthew is a vocal man.

-       Especially when it comes to you.

-       He lives for praising (and degrading) you hard.

-       He always lets you know how good you feel, and always makes sure to tell you he loves you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-       Matthew is the dominant partner, but he likes to be submissive here and there.

-       You’ve pegged him a few times.

-       But it’s not something he is into all of the time. Special treat.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-       He’s pretty big. A little bit bigger than average. And it’s pretty.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-       His sex drive is very high.

-       You guys would fuck at least twice a day. Three times if he’s really feeling it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-       Matthew is very big on aftercare.

-       He makes sure you are well taken care of before he even thinks about getting into bed.

-       But when he does, he’s out like a light.

-       He pulls you close and wraps himself around you and falls asleep to the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

[draw-your-self-ship]

Draw your self ship holding hands while out for a walk in the evening!

Do NOT Interact: Pro//Ship, adults who ship with minors, and real people shippers.

[anya-ackerman]

Just a couple quick workplace doodles while things are slow. I love my husband so much! My sweet Darling~!

[anya-ackerman]

🍁 Day Six - Haunted 🍁

This let me take from one of my favorite aesthetics; Gothic Romance~! I decided to pull outfit inspiration from Crimson Peak, one of my favorite movies ever! 👻

[anya-ackerman]

🍁 Day Four - Werewolf 🍁

So when I was younger, I watched In The Company of Wolves and played The Path obsessively so now I really can’t separate werewolves from Red Riding Hood 🐺

[anya-ackerman]

🍁 Day Three - Moonlight 🍁

*muffled Moonlight Densetsu in the background*

You just can’t tell me the prompt is moonlight and expect me to not think of one of the most formative pieces of media for little Anya. I’ve always wanted a love like Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion and I found it with my Darling ❤️