#🌸 — asks

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

🌸 + Megan Armstrong, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

Whether they prefer coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Megan prefers tea.

What their zodiac sign is and whether they fit the traits associated with it: Megan does not yet have a birthdate so this cannot be answered.

What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with: The hardest emotion for Megan to deal with is anger. She does not like getting angry.

How physically affectionate they are: Megan is very physically affectionate.

A movie they could watch every day for the rest of their live: Megan could watch Miss Congeniality over and over again.

Are they neurodivergent in any way (autism, ADHD, mental illness, etc.)? If so, what do they have?: Megan is not neurodivergent.

If they want any kids, and how many they’d want if they do: Megan does want kids. She’d be happy with two.

How they lost their first tooth: Megan lost her first tooth when her older brother accidentally kicked it out and she swallowed it.

What their walk-on song would be: Megan’s walk-on song would be Burnin’ Up by the Jonas Brothers.

If they prefer company or time alone when they’re upset: Megan prefers company when she’s upset.

Send me 🌸 + an OC

[strawberrisoulmate]

Hiii! Is there an aspect of Shinjiro that you found really surprising once you started to know him better? What kind of first impressions did you have of each other?

helloooo!! owo

to be honest, i really didn't expect him to be such a great cook. i had the feeling that he was one of those "stoic and tough on the outside but soft and sweet on the inside" kind of guy, but the fact that he's actually an amazing cook too really surprised me.

as for first impressions...

he didn't think much of me at first. not really as a fighter and not as someone very capable. i'm a crybaby and am not very physically strong, so he wondered at first why i even joined SEES to begin with. but after a while, he saw that i bring other things to the table, like being a strong emotional support system for the team, as well as just being a generally caring person — something he relates to himself, but wishes he could be more open about. (he also absolutely thought i was super cute the first time he saw me, but he would never tell anyone that lolol)

i know i said it before, but my first impression of him was that he was cool and a strong fighter. definitely a badass when it comes to battle. but even from the very beginning, i could tell there was something hiding underneath his tough exterior. and it didn't take me nearly as long to break past the wall he'd put up as i expected it to. he opened up to me a lot faster than i thought he would, but i'm very glad he did ❤

[lawyer-fatale]

🌟🕊️ for tigress???

Ty for the ask!!!

🌟 - what does your f/o do to help comfort you about your insecurities? what do you to do comfort them about theirs?

I think we have some overlapping insecurities so we can help each other!! Feeling like we have to prove ourselves and sense of worth and such. My s/i and her would listen to each others thoughts/keep each other company. Both of us know how much our similar issues can suck so we work on it for each other and for ourselves. I'd listen to her express her feelings without judgement. Let her lower her walls and stuff! Since she has experience with channeling anger into productivity, she'd be able to help me with my irritability issues. She'd be there if something was bothering me. Whether it be listening to me rant, distract, or help me calm down. She'd also do that for my mental issues and she'd help me best she can. For my physical issues I'd love for her to be by my side when I having flare-ups. She wouldn't get bored or pressure me. She could help me with stretches too!!

🕊 - would your f/o kill a man for you? how would they do it? would they get caught?

I imagine Tigress being protective, and as much as she'd hate someone that's hurt me, she'd have restraint. Both because it's a learned skill and because I wouldn't want her to kill anyone. My s/i can get irritable just like me. So as much as they'd insult and threaten someone they don't like, Tigress knows it's a heat of the moment thing. However I imagine she'd be tougher on others that have hurt me, both in behavior and fighting.

[minswriting]

something something season 5 spencer with the jesus hair and his injured knee and just being really sexually frustrated because he can't go down on you like he used to i'm definitely not thinking about this all the time

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | oral (f)

spencer’s been annoyed lately. that much was obvious. every time the two of you had sex, he was annoyed at the fact that he couldn’t properly go on his knees and eat you out, making him very grumpy. you had told him that it was fine, that there were other ways for him to pleasure you. he did not listen.

so really the biggest issue was the fact that spencer loved eating you out when you’re on the couch. he loved getting on his knees in front of you, worshipping the skin and ground you walk on. but his stupid knee injury got in the way of that.

so your excellent solution?

you had pulled him to your bedroom, laying him down on the bed before sitting on his face. and that definitely sufficed. spencer had his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you tightly to his face as he ate you out like a starved man. his tongue was going wild, lapping around your cunt rapidly, sucking on your clit quite hard (not enough to hurt), and all while moaning against your pussy.

and you? well you were a whiny mess on top of him. your hands were in spencer’s hair, moaning his name like a mantra as you tried to move your hips against spencer’s face. but the grip on your thighs made it hard for you to do so. “spencer,” you moaned, eyes closed and your head thrown back.

he moaned, dipping his tongue into your hole as his nose rubbed against your clit. the way he was eating you out was almost feral. you knew that no thoughts were in his brain when your pussy was involved in any situation. all he ever focused on was you. and you adored it.

and when you came, you came with such a pornographic moan that you were sure your neighbors definitely heard. you tried to clench your thighs but spencer held them tightly. so you pulled at his hair, whining his name over and over again. but spencer never stopped.

you were his forbidden fruit during this whole leg injury and now that he’s tasted you, he is not going to stop until he’s had his fill. which is why you came three other times just on his mouth alone. and by the time he had his fill, spencer’s entire face was coated by your juices and his pupils were blown out.

because that boy genius is 100% pussy whipped.

[jesuistrestriste]

art would be so enthusiastic about trying for a baby. he’d wanna be balls deep in your pussy at all times 😭🫨😵‍💫

oh YEAH. art donaldson loves to creampie you. once you two have been together for over several years and are actively trying to get pregnant, he realizes something about himself that he hadn't before: he has a breeding kink.

at first it started simple. you tracked your ovulation and whatnot with that little app on your phone, and you two would have sex nearly every night. and nearly every night he'd cum inside of you. it was heaven for him; feeling your gooey walls clench and throb around him as your body milked him for every drop.

one time, when he had you flat on your back in bed, moaning and holding onto his shoulders as he rutted tenderly into your cunt, he caught himself wanting to say hyper-specific dirty things.

"gonna fill you and make you a mommy," he'd wanted to say, "gonna cum until it leaks out of you."

but he hadn't. it was embarrassing, wasn't it? who knows if you'd even like that kinda stuff. this was purely to make a baby. not to indulge him in some secret kink he had. he had kept his mouth shut, and he had finished copiously inside of you. just like he did every time. and he withered afterwards on top of your chest and pouted, but he hid this from you well.

and then a few days later, it all changed.

he was fucking you gently in bed, nothing surprising, when you had started to reach down and rub your clit. he felt you tighten around him, and he thrusted into you a bit faster. as you got closer and closer, some words spilled from your parted lips that caught him fully by surprise.

"fuck me, art," you moaned out, "fill me up completely! i want your babies so bad-!"

and it was like something in him completely snapped.

he let out a guttural groan and instantly shot milky white ropes into your pussy, right up against your cervix. spurt after spurt after spurt of him flooded into your body, and he kept himself buried in you up to the hilt for as long as he could. his hands clutched your hips, his eyes rolled back. the orgasm had caught him utterly and wholly off-guard, and he moaned and trembled furiously over you as he rode it out.

after that, he was always vocal during sex about his want to get you pregnant. or rather, to express his love for the process that resulted in getting you pregnant..

he'd put you in doggy, and prone-bone, and cowgirl; claiming that all of these positions helped with conception, but you knew that he just wanted to be able to look and squeeze at all of your curves and soft, plush skin—in all his favorite ways—as he bred your hole.

"fuck, FUCK—! you're gonna be such a good mommy—!" he would gasp into your shoulder when he'd take you from behind.

"you want me to cum deep inside? give you my kids?"

"you wanna make me a daddy? oh god, let me cum— i'm gonna cum! i'm gonna give you everything i've got!"

"keep it all inside!"

you got pregnant that same month. twins.

[lovey-dovey-mogai]

☆ intro post ☆

about the mod;

a system that coins stuff for the mogai community. i don't have a dni, but will respect others. main pronouns are he/him, dead/deads, rot/rots. im okay with most neopronouns being used on me. im autistic, disabled, and i have adhd. this blog will wax and wane with activity.

request info;

i won't coin genders for stuff i can't reasonably touch on. ex; cultures im not in, mental illnesses i don't have, disabilities i don't have, etc. etc.

please request one thing per ask. if you have flag colors in mind, you're encouraged to include them.

i mostly coin genders, but im willing to coin system exclusive stuff as well. im also willing to do mogai headcanons for fandoms im in. (listed under cut)

you're welcome to add my terms to a wiki if, and only if proper credit is given.

fandoms im in;

MCYT; dsmp & qsmp <- these are the biggest

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

hihi could you write about pogue!reader who's been in love w jj for like ever and everyone EXCEPT for him know? and like at some point they become fwb bc its easier for her to have something rather than nothing but it does more harm than good lmao (w angryish love confession from her and a confused bc he had no idea but also in love jj)

and we both drew blood

jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

cw — p in v, slight jealousy, angst, fluff, alochol consumption, happy ending

summary — after everything finally builds up, you tell jj how you feel.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i really hope i did well but i kinda wrote this fast so please forgive me if it sucks. please request more!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

your hands mindlessly gripped the sheets of your bed, whimpering when he hit that deep spot inside of you as he thrusted into you from behind. “oh fuck, j. i‘m gonna cum,” you babbled out as best you could without stuttering.

jj huffed out a laugh and gripped your hips a little tighter to pull you back against him in time with his thrusts. “yeah? ‘m close too,” he mumbled in response as he began to speed his pace up. “cum for me, baby. wanna feel your pretty little pussy squeezin’ my cock.”

you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip to suppress a scream theatening to leave your lips. one of his hands reached around and underneath you to rub tight circles on your clit, making you cry out and moan in overwhelming pleasure. “oh my fuck,” you spluttered between pants. “i’m coming—fuck, jj!”

“always such a good girl for me,” he mumbled, focused on the sight of him sliding in and out of you and a white ring formed around the base of him. he continued rubbing your clit quickly to ride your orgasm out. “shit, baby. so fuckin’ tight around me. squeezin’ me so good. best pussy i’ve ever had.”

you felt tears slip past the corners of your eyes as he fucked into you harder and quicker until he was pressing himself as deep into you as he could and filling you with his warm cum. he smoothed his hands down your aching back and leaned down to kiss the skin of your spine. “that’s it, angel. jus’ fuckin’ take it,” he rasped out while still gently caressing your skin.

when he finally began to soften inside of you, he slowly and carefully pulled out before laying another kiss to your skin then disappearing off to the bathroom to grab a towel. he ran it under warm water, wringing the excess out and returning to you.

he gently grabbed your thighs and turned you over onto your back so you could lay comfortably. “you still with me, sweetheart?” he asked considerately.

“mhm,” you hummed, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. your hips jerked when he ran the towel over your spent cunt to clean you up.

jj chuckled softly before launching the fabric to your bucket of dirty laundry and laying down beside you. he pulled you into his chest, your head against the firm muscle and his hands making quick work to throw the blanket over the two of you. “need anythin’ from me? water? a snack?” he questioned.

you shook your head and curled into him further. “i’m good. jus’ tired,” you slurred, still slightly out of it and very very sleepy.

“i’ll head out then and let you get some rest,” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

before he could make another move, you quickly objected. “want you to stay a little longer, j. you’re warm.”

he smiled to himself and shuffled a little bit to get comfortable, knowing he’s probably be here for an hour or two.

the next night, everyone was gathered around at the boneyard for another kegger like they often did on warm summer nights. kooks, pogues, and tourons on littered across the beach with red solo cups in their hands and music playing through the air.

“hey! where were you last night?” sarah asked as he and kiara approached when they finally saw you arrive. “we waited for like, half an hour before we gave up on you.”

you saw the knowing look on kie’s face, rolling your eyes and looking down at your cup of beer. “yeah, sorry guys, something came up and i was stuck at home.”

the brunette couldn’t help but snort. “did the ‘something’ have to do with jj?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “john b and pope said he never showed to the chateau last night.”

you looked around, wondering how you could get out of this even though you already knew you were busted. “you know,” you began with absolutely no clue where to go with this. “somethings happen.”

kiara immediately smiled and clapped her hands then pointed at sarah. “i told you! you owe me twenty bucks,” she said excitedly. “it’s not that hard to find out, babe. we all know you guys are hooking up.”

you shrugged and took another sip of your drink. “i mean, its not exactly a secret.”

sarah gave you a knowing look. “i don’t get why you don’t just tell him how you feel. we all know you guys have liked each other for years.”

shaking your head, you waved off the idea. “i doubt he feels the same way about me and i’m not gonna embarrass myself if he doesn’t,” you replied honestly. “and besides, i like where we’re at right now.”

kiara rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. “oh, come on. no you don’t. you’re upset because you wish there was more between you guys,” she stated. “hanging onto these little bits and pieces is only hurting you more in the long run.”

“guys, it’s not that big of a deal. we just hookup casually every now and then and thats it. i’d rather have some part of him than have nothing at the end of the day,” you admitted. “and it’s not hurting me, i’m fine!”

sarah tilted her head at you, as if to say ‘seriously?’ “dude, we all see it. you’re getting your hopes up and then he’s just letting you down. just tell him how you feel and then at least if he says he doesn’t want anything, then you can move on peacefully and live your life without delusions.”

kiara nodded in agreement. “she’s right babe. we don’t wanna attack you or anything or come off as rude, we jus’ wanna see you happy and you’re obviously not right now,” she said softly and sincerely. “you should really tell him how you feel. i’m sure you’ll be pretty happy with how it turns out.”

you chewed your bottom lip anxiously and looked around to see what was going on only to feel your heart begin to break in your chest. jj was leaned up against a tree with a girl clinging to his arm. she almost looked like you in a way. same hair color and length, similar facial features, similar build.

it made your lip wobble and your stomach turn uncomfortably. “i really appreciate that guys, but i’m just gonna head back to the chateau for a little bit,” you whispered, not trusting your own voice.

the two followed your gaze to jj and the girl, both their faces dropping in a matter of seconds. “do you want us to come with you?” sarah asked softly.

when you shook your head and sniffled to stop the tears, kiara took you into her arms and gave you a tight hug. “you’re gonna be okay. you’re one of the strongest people i know.”

you smiled sadly before the two wished you off with gentle reassuring affirmations. you made the long walk to the chateau in silence as you sipped on what was left of your alcohol and thought about what to do next.

you couldn’t realistically continue this fling with him if he was messing with another girl, even though you technically had no reason to be upset. you were friends with benefits, not dating or exclusive. he was allowed to do whatever he pleased.

yet the nights he’d stay over after making you feel better than you ever had, fucking you so soft and sweet, kissing you so passionately when he’s buried inside you, defending you around everyone, protecting you always, opening up to you about his most personal details, complimenting you every chance he gets. you didn’t understand why he’d do all these things just to go off with someone else.

once you finally arrived, you’d immediately walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of vodka and your old cup. you quickly poured yourself a shot, or two, or three. you didn’t really remember. you also couldn’t remember how much time had passed since you had left the party.

you’d found yourself standing at the shoreline of the beach directly outside of the front door to the chateau. you stood barefoot in the warm sand just far back enough to where the water couldn’t touch you.

you crossed your arms over your body to preserve some of the heat before sighing and rolling the kinks out of your neck. you felt your body and mind start to slowly relax from the various shots you’d taken. it felt like everything had finally gone quiet.

unfortunately for you, that didn’t last long. “hey! where’ve you been? i’ve been looking all over for you. i thought something might’ve happen to you,” jj half shouted as he approached you from the direction of the boneyard. “what happened, cupcake? sarah and kie told me you weren’t feelin’ too hot.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “looking all over for me?” you repeated as a question. he had to have been lying.

he looked almost confused. “yeah…you’ve been gone for like an hour,” he replied. “i checked the whole party for you.”

“was that before or after you were all over that girl?” you blurted out. you almost instantly regretted it. you didn’t even really want to know.

his expression changed into one you couldn’t quite read. “what?” he asked, voice just above a whisper now. “i went searching for you the moment you left kiara and sarah.” you shook your head in disbelief and turned your head back at the ocean. “i don’t get it. what did i do wrong?”

you took a deep breath and hugged your body tighter when a strong gust of wind blew past you. “i’m not gonna keep doing this jj. god, you’re so oblivious!” you snapped finally, turning your full body to see his. “i mean, at this point i feel like i’m throwing myself at you! i’m always trying to be around you, catering to you, showing you that i’m here for you, asking you to hang out— i even agreed to be fucking friends with benefits just to have something with you!”

you stopped for a minute and sighed. “i ask you to stay the night, to just hold me whenever theres a chance, i ask you to run errands and shit with me just to spend time with you jj. i can’t make it anymore clear how much i like you and i feel like you’re giving me signals sometimes that maybe you feel the same way but then the next day you just act like nothing happened and the inconsistency is killing me!”

jj looked stunned. like he would’ve never seen this coming in a million years as if it weren’t totally noticeable. the pogues all saw they way they felt about each other except them.

“if you don’t want me or see anything, can you please just say that?” your voice shook slightly as you spoke as if the conversation was starting to sober you up and the confidence you once had is gone. “i really fucking like you jj and its really hard to keep acting like everything we do means nothing to me because thats just not true. if you see me as nothing more than just friends with benefits or just friends, please just tell me so i can get over you.”

his mouth was slightly agape as he listened to you talk, shocked that you had all this built up inside. you guys were best friends and he truly thought he’d known everything about you. this was something he would’ve never guessed you’d be keeping from him. his lips twitched like he was gonna say something but the words never came. it was just awkward, tense silence.

you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling as tears of embarrassment clouded your sight. you took one last look at him, your glossy gaze locked on his unreadable one, before deciding to head back into the chateau to grab your things.

he quickly lurched forward and grabbed onto your wrist to keep you from moving any further. “please don’t go,” he said softly. he slid his hand down your arm and took your hand in his before doing the same with the other. “i didn’t know you felt like that, sweetheart.”

you averted your eyes from your interlocked hands up to his pretty blue ones that you’d fallen for over the years. “i’ve always thought you were too good for me. too nice, too smart, too pretty. thought i was always jus’ your best friend,” he said, titling his head slightly and staring right into you. “i really fucking like you too, cupcake. and saying i don’t want you would be a lie.”

a soft gasp left your lips at the confession. never in a million years did you ever think you’d hear those words come out of his mouth in real life. you could’ve swore that only happened in dreams.

what you especially didn’t expect was for him to grab your hips and pull you into him, kissing you full of passion, love, years of wanting. you sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck before tilting your head a little more to deepen it as his tongue soothed over yours.

once the two of you needed to pull away for air with spit-slick and puffy lips, he was the first to speak. “you’re all mine now, right? my beautiful girl all to myself?” he asked, earning a nod and a hum of approval from you. “good. ‘nd i’m all yours, baby.”

you smiled and pulled him back into you for another kiss. only then did you hear whistling and hollering along with obnoxious claps that you could easily distinguish as your friends returning back from the boneyard.

[rikkiz]

I must be ovulating bc all I can think ab is pussy drunk riki who's manhandling me and I'm completely at his mercy and he won't stop till he's got enough OHHH LORDDD 😫😫😫

- 🌸 anon

Pussy Drunk - Nishimura Riki

Riki had been eating your pussy out for a while now. You were completely overstimulated and literally crying out of pleasure at this point.

You had reached the point where you couldn't take it any longer. You were trying to squirm away but Riki wasn't relenting. He pulled you back, his mouth not leaving your cunt, as his arms wrapped under your thighs and held you close.

"One more, baby." Riki said, his words vibrating against your already sensitive pussy. He wasn't going to stop until you came one last time.

You were sobbing at this point as your hands gripped his hair. His tongue worked your core before eventually, you were coming undone for the nth time tonight. Riki licked your release up before pulling away and looking up at you.

You felt slightly embarrassed as he wiped his saliva and your release off of his face with the back of his hand before he came up, leaning down, and kissed you deeply. You kissed him back, not caring if you could taste your own release on his tongue.

[heartofjasmina]

ahem… just hear me out. pro hero izu totally makes you and kats pay for all the bullying y’all did to him back in the day.

now that he’s all big and bulky….ugh he has a field day putting you two back in your places

This had me on the FLOOR

While you're knocked out, quite literally fucked to sleep by Deku, he turns to Bakgou. A sweet smile on his lips and feral hunger in his eyes.

"Hey Kacchan. Glad you taught me just how to handle brats like you."

Katsuki shouldn't be turned on by the way Deku grabs him by the ankles and drags him closer. He shouldn't be leaking into his boxers as Deku whispers how he's going to breed his virgin hole.

"Knew it. You're just as much of a cock hungry slut as your girl is." Deku grins with sharp teeth and even sharper laughter, slamming his hips into Kacchans to hear the blond whine like a bitch. It was easy to hit his prostate, easy to fuck him stupid with how much dick there was to give.

"Don't worry, I got enough dick for the both of you."

[virtual-kangel]

antis: *enjoying media with dark themes like murder, drug trafficking, abuse, etc *

also antis when the media becomes even remotely sexual:

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

🌸 + Molly Poppins, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

Whether they prefer coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Molly prefers tea, with some milk and sugar.

What their zodiac sign is and whether they fit the traits associated with it: Molly’s zodiac sign is Leo as she was born on August 19, 2000. She doesn’t really fit the Leo traits very well. She can be a good leader, but doesn’t thrive on attention and she can occasionally come off as cold.

What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with: The hardest emotion for Molly is sadness. She tends to internalize and when faced with someone else who was sad, she doesn’t exactly know how to handle it.

How physically affectionate they are: Molly is reserved in her physical affection. It’s reserved mostly for those that she really cares about.

A movie they could watch every day for the rest of their live: Molly could watch Nanny McPhee every day for the rest of her life.

Are they neurodivergent in any way (autism, ADHD, mental illness, etc.)? If so, what do they have?: Molly is not neurodivergent.

If they want any kids, and how many they’d want if they do: Molly wouldn’t mind a kid or two, but she’s not exactly planning anything for the future. She wouldn’t know how to react to that question.

How they lost their first tooth: Molly lost her first tooth in a completely unremarkable way. It fell out while she was eating an apple.

What their walk-on song would be: Molly’s walk-on song would be One Thing by One Direction.

If they prefer company or time alone when they’re upset: Molly prefers to be alone when she’s upset. There’s a small list of people whose company she would prefer, it’s mostly just her mother and Henri.

Send me 🌸 + an OC

[strawberrisoulmate]

what do you and shinjiro like that the other one doesn't like but still puts up with?

first date? did it go well or did you go for a second date in spite of it going poorly?

is he good at giving gifts? does he express emotions well or does he need coaxing?

thank you for asking!!!! ❤❤❤

what do you and shinjiro like that the other one doesn't like but still puts up with?

ahaha honestly i feel like there's a few things shinji is annoyed by, but he puts up with for my sake. i'd say the main thing is probably just the general attention he gets from others about dating me, especially from akihiko. after all, they are childhood friends and have known each other pretty much their whole lives, so it's to be expected that he'd get teased a little bit about it. junpei also doesn't shut up about it when he finds out, which actually does just piss shinji off for real 😅

PDA is another thing. shinjiro just generally doesn't like attention and doesn't like being vulnerable around others so it does embarrass him a lot if i want to hold hands in public or want to sneak a kiss in front of the other SEES members. he prefers that stuff to stay private, but he also doesn't want to reject me or make me feel bad either, so he just kinda deals with it lolol

as for me, it does bother me a bit when he doesn't tell me things and occasionally just goes off on his own. i do try to convince him to communicate more with me, and sometimes he does, but sometimes he just says i "don't need to worry about it" and then goes out for a while. which, i guess he needs his space sometimes, but i wish he would let me help him with more things instead of dealing with it all by himself. that's just how he is, though.

first date? did it go well or did you go for a second date in spite of it going poorly?

well, idk if you would really call it a "first date" since we weren't actually dating yet at the time, but when we first started talking and spending time together, we would often go out on walks down to the various restaurants in the strip mall or to the cafe just to grab a bite to eat and talk about various things. it was always very relaxing and i enjoyed his company a lot. he also would just sit and listen to me ramble about whatever was on my mind, and he'd never get annoyed that i talked too much or anything.

so, regardless if any of those times were actually considered a real "date" or not, i still think that they all went very well and made it a lot easier for us when we actually did start dating. there was still a bit of awkwardness once we'd both come to terms with our feelings, but it wasn't nearly as palpable because we were already so used to each other's company ❤

is he good at giving gifts? does he express emotions well or does he need coaxing?

he definitely needs coaxing when it comes to expressing his emotions lolol. he's very guarded when it comes to that. even with his own childhood best friend, he still acts all reserved and doesn't let him know what he's thinking. however, when you finally manage to break past the wall he's put up, he lets out a much softer, gentle side of him and it's very rare that anyone else will ever see it.

and if they do, he'll deny it to hell and back ahah.

when it comes to gifts, he wouldn't say he's all that great at it. he doesn't do it super often, as he's more of an acts of service kind of guy. one of the first gifts he ever gave me was a leather watch and his only reason for giving it was "i thought it would look good on you" and "i dunno, it's just something to tell time with, so..." and while i don't usually wear watches, i was still very happy to have received a gift from him in the first place.

but yeah, like i said, he's more of an acts of service guy. he'd rather cook me a nice meal than go out and try to pick out a present, ya know? which i still think is very sweet of him 🥰

[only-official-cherry-blossom]

They are at S, and Joe is, once again, annoying the hell out of Cherry.

- @the--kojiro-n

Cherry, surprisingly, is Not reciprocating the annoying. He looks quite pissed off.

[minswriting]

Hi, Min!! Spencer is a boobs guy, right?? Or it is just me? hahaha could you write something about? Maybe perv!spencer checking reader out at work

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | perv!spence agenda, he cums in his pants, that’s it.

when you had walked into work with a shirt that showed a bit of your cleavage, spencer had immediately noticed. the red long sleeved shirt with a scooped neckline. it was appropriate for work as it didn’t reveal much. but he could definitely see the top of your cleavage. and spencer could not stop staring.

you were simply working, doing the most mundane of tasks such as typing on the computer at your desk or writing in a case file. it was a rare slow day at the office. and whenever you were busy doing something, spencer was staring at your tits.

it’s not like he could help it. you were just so pretty and he desperately wanted to suck on your boobs while you give him the world’s most mind blowing handjob. he knew it was wrong. he knew he shouldn’t think of you, his coworker and best friend, in this sort of way. but the way your tits bounced as you walked over to the coffee machine made spencer wonder how they’d bounce when he thrusted into you.

now, spencer was sat at his desk, desperately trying to act as though he were engaged with the file he was supposed to be working on, while sporting the world’s most painful hard-on as his mind kept flashing images of you naked beneath him.

and when you put a file on spencer’s desk, showing him something in a case you guys had worked on a few days ago, your tits practically in his face, spencer’s cock twitched in excitement as ropes of cum coated his briefs and pants. he bit hit lip so hard that he was sure he drew blood as he tried to nod his head as you spoke. he was grateful he had worn black pants that day.

when spencer excused himself to rush to the bathroom, you most definitely smirked to yourself, already knowing the effect you had on the boy genius.

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[v3n1ce-bxtch]

Joe x wife reader = romantic getaway

⋆·˚ ༘ *Husband!Joe x Wife!Reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

The gentle hum of the plane’s engine was the only sound as you leaned your head on Joe’s shoulder, watching the horizon melt into shades of pink and gold. His fingers lazily traced patterns on the back of your hand, his touch warm and familiar. It was rare to get moments like this—just the two of you, away from the noise, away from his demanding schedule, and away from the endless pull of responsibilities. This trip was something you both needed, and the excitement of what lay ahead was already bubbling in your chest.

As the plane touched down on the private island, Joe turned to you with a grin, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ready for paradise?” he asked, squeezing your hand.

You nodded, a matching smile tugging at your lips. “Lead the way, Burrow.”

The resort was straight out of a dream: white sand beaches, crystal-clear water, and your own private villa tucked away from the world. As you stepped into the villa, you couldn’t help but gasp. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the ocean, the soft sound of waves lapping at the shore creating an instant sense of calm. A king-sized bed draped in sheer white fabric sat in the center of the room, and outside on the deck, a private infinity pool sparkled under the sun.

Joe dropped your bags by the door and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Worth it?” he murmured, his voice low and warm against your ear.

You leaned back into him, closing your eyes for a moment as you let the peace of the moment wash over you. “More than worth it,” you whispered. “This is perfect.”

The first day was spent doing nothing but relaxing. Joe insisted on carrying you into the pool, your laughter echoing through the air as he spun you around before gently lowering you into the water. You spent hours just floating there together, the weight of the world forgotten as you talked about everything and nothing. Later, he ordered room service—a luxurious spread of fresh seafood and tropical cocktails—and the two of you ate on the deck as the sun dipped below the horizon.

That evening, Joe surprised you with a candlelit bath on the deck, the tub filled with rose petals and the soft glow of lanterns casting a romantic light over the space. He poured you a glass of wine and slid into the water beside you, pulling you close until your back was resting against his chest.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” he admitted, his voice soft as his fingers traced gentle patterns on your arm. “Just you and me. No distractions.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his eyes. “Me too,” you said, your voice just as quiet. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

His expression softened further as he leaned down to kiss you, slow and sweet, as if he had all the time in the world. And in that moment, it felt like he did.

The next day, Joe insisted on taking you on an adventure. He rented a boat, and the two of you spent the morning exploring hidden coves and snorkeling in the vibrant coral reefs. You laughed as he tried—and failed—to catch a fish with his bare hands, his competitive streak getting the better of him as he splashed around in the water. By the time you returned to the villa, your cheeks were sore from smiling, and your heart felt lighter than it had in months.

That evening, the resort had arranged a private dinner on the beach. A table for two was set up under a canopy of twinkling lights, the sound of the waves providing the perfect background music. Joe pulled out your chair for you, ever the gentleman, and the two of you shared a meal that felt like something out of a movie.

As the night went on, Joe reached across the table to take your hand, his thumb brushing over your wedding ring. “I know things have been hectic lately,” he said, his voice earnest. “But I want you to know how much you mean to me. How grateful I am for you—for us.”

You felt your throat tighten with emotion as you squeezed his hand. “I know, Joe. And I feel the same way. I wouldn’t trade this life with you for anything.”

He smiled then, that soft, boyish grin that never failed to make your heart flutter. “Good. Because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The night ended with the two of you dancing barefoot in the sand, the stars overhead and the world fading away until it was just you and him. As he held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, you realized that moments like this were what it was all about. No matter how busy life got, no matter the challenges that came your way, as long as you had each other, you had everything.

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