#I would ask for requests but I just opened my inbox and y'all sent me some like 3 months ago that I forgot to draw

[yanxioustrikas]

hey! I saw your posts about the non main characters in supa strikas so.... I had one in my mind. You know the waiter who parked Bruno (el Matador's car) and fined him in S4 EP42 ? He had some impact (I think) so..... would you put him on the list of non main characters.....? I mean you don't have to I just wanted to say it.

Have a great day and keep up the good work!!!!!

yes of course!! i'm so glad that you have sent me a request! and on that note, my ask inbox is currently open for anyone who wants to request a side character from supa strikas, because there are times when i don’t know what character to make a post about lol

and thanks!! you have a great day too anon <33

supa strikas non-main character #20

name: bastiaan de klerk

nationality: south african

ethnicity: dutch

— episode(s) —

supa strikas season 4 — live and kicking

supa strikas season 7 — your latest trick

yep, this is my 20th post for the series and it’s for this guy, and he is usually seen dealing with el matador (also no. 20, mind you) and his car lmaoooo

p.s. — he's yet another unnamed character, so feel free to use my headcanon name for him lol, if y'all want <33

[allylikethecat]

Can I be very cheeky and request another kiss prompt… if you feel like it I’d love prompt 23 (a kiss in relief) for Matty and George (I’ve requested a pairing this time don’t worry!!)

Ps. Have you ever considered emojis to keep track of anons? For example I sign off as ♥️ on a few other blogs

Whelp, this is it. After what feels like a very long time (or well, it's been a month, up to you if that's a long time!) I have finally come to the LAST Kiss Prompt in my Inbox! Thank you so much to all you lovely wonderful people who have sent them in! I have had so much fun working on these and am so honored that y'all liked my writing enough to request them! My inbox is always open for more requests (formal or informal) and I will always do my best to fulfill these fic requests, even if they take me a while! I'm slowly but surely posting all of the kiss prompts that I've completed on AO3, so if you want to revisit any, missed any, or want to give any some special love, they eventually will all be able to be found here. The original list of prompts can be found here! Thank you so much again to everyone who spent in a prompt!

Special thank you very much ♥️ Anon for sending this one in! I'm sorry it took me a while to get to, but I hope you enjoy it! I had no idea there were enough people who sent me asks that you guys would want to have an emoji to identify yourselves but if you want want, it's yours feel free to claim it (just not the ♥️ unless you are the newly dubbed ♥️ Anon!) Let me know what you think!

(Warnings for this prompt: Matty is involved in a single car accident swerving to avoid a deer and ends up in the hospital - when George first finds out about the accident he worries that Matty was driving drunk, however he was NOT)

❤️Ally

23. Kiss … in relief

George’s heart was racing as he made his way through the sliding door, his rain damp trainers squeaking on the polished sheet vinyl flooring as he scurried across the lobby, nearly slipping right in front of the “Wet Floor” sign. There was another man in line in front of him and he resisted the urge to tap his foot impatiently. He swallowed hard, trying to will himself to stay calm. He needed to stay calm and level headed. Matty needed him to stay calm and level headed. Only one of them was allowed to freak out at a time and George knew that it was not his turn.

The man turned away, a hospital bracelet fastened around his wrist and George felt a pang of sympathy as he watched him take a step to the side, headed towards the waiting room area. But he pushed it down, he was here under his own power, meaning it couldn’t be dire. It was his turn to speak with the receptionist. 

“I’m looking for Matthew Healy,” George said, quickly, bracing his hands on the counter, “I got a call that he was admitted.” 

“Can you spell that for me please?” the receptionist asked.

George swallowed down his irritation. “Healy, H-E-A-L-Y,” he said and the receptionist hit a few buttons on the keyboard, frowning as she looked at the screen. 

“And you are?” she asked, looking up at George, her expression bored, as if she wasn’t the only thing standing between Geroge and the love of his life. 

“Ah, George Daniel, his partner and power of attorney?” he said, hating that it sounded like a question, hating that he knew that title didn’t even begin to cover it. Matty was his soul mate, his other half, his twin flame burning, one could not exist without the other. However, he seemed to have earned her approval because she hit a few buttons on her computer and then nodded to herself. 

“He’s in room twenty oh two,” she said, “it’s through the double doors on the right, down the hall to the left,” she said.  

George barely remembered to thank her before he was running through the double doors she had indicated, watching the room numbers tick by as he looked for 2002.

He froze just outside the door, heart hammering in his chest as he tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was going to find. Was Matty going to be intubated and sedated? Was he going to be handcuffed to the bed? George swallowed hard, hating the uncertainty, hating that upon receiving the call his stomach had dropped. He hated that his first thought, even after all these years, was that Matty was drunk. Or high. Or a combination of the two.

The woman he had spoken with hadn’t been able to give him any information over the phone. Just that Matty had been involved in a single car accident and had been admitted into the hospital a little over halfway between Manchester and London. He had been driving back from visiting his mother, George hated himself as he buckled his own seatbelt that he had declined joining Matty on the trip.

He had made it to the hospital in record time, while still being careful of the heavy downpour. Worst case scenarios playing out in his mind's eye as he drove. Matty was drunk. He had to have been Geroge thought darkly. He loved Denise but also knew she would never discourage another glass of wine, he knew that Matty would never turn one down. He ran his fingers through his close cropped hair, the strands wet even from the sprint from the parking lot. He swallowed hard. He needed to rip off the bandaid. He needed to open the door. He was just terrified, uncertain, afraid of what he was going to find. 

A nurse rounded the corner and made eye contact with George, smiling up at him. “You can go in,” she said kindly, her accent thick and Scottish, seeing George’s hesitation. 

He took a deep breath, and turned the handle. 

“Oh love,” he said, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could stop them. 

Matty was curled up on his side, his back to the door, his dark curls, the ringlets matted together with what George hoped was water and not blood, were sticking out from the top of the blanket draped over him. He rolled over, the movement slow and careful as if it caused him great pain. 

“George?” he asked, his voice rough and wet as he sat up, blinking up at him like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“I’m here, baby,” he said, moving through the doorway and deeper into the room, his legs moving on their own accord to Matty’s bedside. 

He reached out, running his hands down his skinny shoulders, his sides, checking him over as if he knew what he was looking for, as if he could pinpoint what was wrong with him, what was hiding beneath the thin hospital gown. He had a cut on his cheek, a butterfly bandage holding it together, and George was sure his chest was bruised from the seatbelt and airbags, his neck aching from the whiplash. He leaned down, pressing their lips together. He licked into Matty’s mouth, burying his fingers in the curls, holding his head steady so as not to aggravate his neck, he could taste blood from Matty’s lip, he must have bitten it during the crash. 

“You’re okay,” George whispered, eyes wide, as he pulled away, relief oozing from every pore. There was no alcohol on Matty’s tongue. “You’re okay.” 

Matty sniffled, “I’m so sorry,” he said, he was crying quietly George realized, “I fucked up,” he hiccuped, “I’m so sorry.”  

“Ssh,” said George sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling Matty into his arms. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Matty turned and buried his face against George’s chest, his breathing evening out as George ran his hand down his back, his hand hot against the cool bare skin visible between the open sides of the gown. 

“What happened, love?” George asked, wanting to hear Matty’s account before he flagged down the doctor. 

Matty sniffled and took a shaking breath. “Well,” he said wetly, “my car is fucked.” 

George bit back a laugh. “We can replace that,” he said and Matty snorted. 

“It was raining,” he said quietly, “and you know I don’t see too well at night anymore, and a deer ran out in front of the car, I tried to swerve, but I was going too fast, I just wanted to get home, and I ended up hitting a ditch on the side of the road,” he said the words coming in a rush. “And the next thing I knew the airbags went off and I was rolling down the hill.” 

He took another breath, “they said I was lucky,” he said quietly, “that I had a good car, it could have been a lot worse.” 

“So what you’re saying is we need to get you another Audi,” George said, trying to cheer Matty up, trying to make him smile, the grief and upset rolling off of him in waves making George’s heartbreak. 

“I don’t think I want to drive anywhere for a while,” Matty said softly, keeping his eyes downcast. “The doctor’s said I can’t anyway, I have a concussion.” 

“And that’s okay too,” said George, pressing another kiss to Matty’s lips in relief. “I’m just happy that you’re going to be alright.” 

[bcofl0ve]

!! mollie’s 1k celly !!!

(looking for my main pinned post?)

holy sh*t there's (over) 1000 of you. real talk though- this blog has brought me so much joy. and even if it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows- i love y'all down bad. and austin and olivia and baz and luke bracey and elvis and the presleys and and- anyways. let's party.

for y'all that are also on twitter, i just posted a couple of quote tweet games which you can check out here and here!

but that's not all! below are some ask games that i'll consider 'open' through next weekend. i tried to include something for everyone's tastes re: fics vs gossip vs listening to me yak about my silly little life.

anon roulette (aka help mollie clean out her inbox)

send me a 🛎 emoji with any key word/name/phrase and i'll search it my anons + respond to what i find. bare in mind i have stuff going as far back as like mid-october, so feel free to shoot for a little blast from the past! and to send multiple requests/repeat requests others have sent. all my answers to these will be tagged as #anon roulette with mollie to avoid clogging ppl's names tags- and i'll go back and add organizational tags later.

miscellaneous #gossip time with mollie

send me a 🔮 emoji and i'll share a bit of gossip i have stored up in the my noggin that has nothing to do with the people we discuss here (and will likely have to do with either the theatre industry or the political world)

fic roulette, send an emoji from the list below and let's chat!

🍓 random priscilla actress!reader au headcanon/s

🫐 random invisible string au headcanon/s

🍊 a fic rec + explanation of why i love it

🍋 explain a fic idea i had but never started (there’s quite a few!)

🍏 a blurb from a WIP (work in progress)

🍒 random austin x reader headcanon/s

🍇 random olivia x reader headcanon/s

🍌 random austin!elvis/elvis x reader headcanon/s

🥑 send this + a person + a genre (fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut etc) and i’ll pick a prompt from the prompt lists i have bookmarked to write an *insert* x reader blurb with

storytime with mollie roulette, send an emoji from the list below and gather round ye old tumblr campfire

🖤 tale from my 6 year situationship that would give most YA novels a run for their money

🤍 tale from my time in politics/activism work

🤎 random fun fact/piece of lore

❤️‍🔥 random not-gossip related hot take (on music, film, society? etc)

[ssahotchnerr]

what do you wish your followers would do? i’m just confused bc you’re asking for feedback but scrolling through your blog it seems like people give you kind feedback all the time. plus your posts get over like 800 notes, from reblogs, nice comments and likes.

what is it you’re hoping for from us? what could we say that’ll change the way you’re doing this? bc from what I can see you’re not fishing for compliments you get plenty without asking. are you asking people to get really constructive? or just wanting to gauge the public opinion?

honestly, all i'm looking for is a simple - i've enjoyed it or whatnot. i do receive wonderful feedback, but it is scarce. and just here's an entire essay explaining my view on it lol :

part of my writing insecurity definitely plays a part, and to be brutally honest - i follow so so so so so many amazing writers who are insanely talented and i envy them soo much <333 i wish i had half their talent. and rightfully deserved of course - i often see them receiving a simple 'i enjoyed ....' being sent to their inbox - and i've sent the same to many many writers too!!! but, i don't tend to get a lot of those, and sometimes i realllly get into my head about it. i'm worried that i'm doing something wrong, or my writing is just plain awful.

and i've talked about this to several of my lovely mutuals too - likes only mean so much, you know? like absolutely - likes, reblogs, and feedback are not necessary - but when they are received, it changes the game entirely. it motivates me to write, and especially helps with writer's block. in addition, i have a folder of kind feedback screenshots i've received within the past few months, and i often go back to that in times i just hate what i write. it's kinda tricky to explain, but likes have a vague meaning. don't get me wrong at all, if someone likes a post of mine, that's so incredibly appreciated and again, not necessary. but a like only goes so far, and majority of my notes on fics are simply likes. like what prompted this person to like it? i would love to hear what they liked if anything, but again, it's not necessary. so if someone was open to sharing, i would love to hear - so when asking for feedback, that's what i'm looking for.

also, constantly requests are sent to my inbox, which is AMAZING and i feel so so thankful and grateful to receive so many because y'all are trusting me with your ideas and i genuinely hope i give them the justice they deserve in return - but that's the only thing i get sent. it makes me feel like a machine in a way - like oh people only care about content, me writing their idea and not me as a person? i tend to make mountains out of molehills - but that worries me in a way because it makes me feel like i'm unapproachable? idk. i want my blog to be a place where we can all talk about aaron, about anything, and although i've been active on tumblr for nearly a year, i still feel like a constant outsider. so again, it's probably just my insecurities speaking, but i truly hope i don't come off as unapproachable, because i promise i'm such an easy person to talk to, i care about you all so much, i want my blog and writing to be a safe escape for others, and i just constantly feel lonely on here. i just don't know what to do in that situation i guess, because again i'm always terrified to talk to others or come off as anon because i don't want to be annoying or something of the sort.

i hope that answers your questions, and i hope any fellow writers can relate 🫶🏻

[thetriumphantpanda]

My Requests are OPEN

Okay you guys - I bloody love when y'all interact with me and send in your requests, so I'm trialling something new where you guys can come into my ask box and request fics, without it needing to be based around prompts that I've been reblogging! Y'all have some GREAT ideas and I love bringing them to life - please see below for guidelines when requesting! Please have a read below and if there's anything you wanna see me tackle then I'm more than happy to see y'all in my inbox! 🧡

You can check out my main masterlist here for all my previous writing.

Who do I write for?

Pedro boys only at this point in time - you can request fics about Joel Miller (Both pre and post outbreak), Javier Peña, Javi Gutierrez, Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales and Oberyn Martell.

What do I write?

If you've been here long enough you'll know I'm a smut queen, so smutty/filthy requests are welcomed and encouraged. Fluff and angst are also a-okay with me. Reader-insert is my main poison, but I would consider OFC too. Most of these requests will probably end up being one-shots unless I see the potential for multi-chaptered!

What do I not write?

I won't write anything with the following themes - non-con/dub-con, illegal age gaps, incest, knife/gun play, MMF/FFM threesomes (Not that I'm not into it, I can just barely manage two people getting in on, let alone three!), anything relating to bodily functions/fluids that don't belong in the bedroom. These are the main things but I reserve the right to not write something if it makes me feel uncomfortable as and when they crop up.

What are my timeframes?

I must admit that I'm currently slammed with a huge amount of university work whilst I complete my master's degree as well as having a few WIPs already on the go - I'll usually leave requests in my inbox until the inspiration strikes, which may be days or weeks, please be patient with me. This goes for requests y'all have sent in already too - I'm not ignoring them, just waiting for the right inspiration to strike.

[halsteadlover]

A Break From Work

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing.

• Summary: when everyone's gone you sneak in Jay's office to help him distract from work.

• Word count: 3118.

• A/N: please read this only if you are 18+. I wrote this a while ago but I'm not sure of it (as always 😙), let me know what you think and like or reblog if you want. Thank you so much for the feedback and the support given so far y'all are amazing 🥰 sent me any request if you want or if you just want to talk my inbox is always open ❤️ love you, stay safe! 💕

“Y/N you’re coming?”.

You looked up from the report you were filling out to Kevin who was looking at you waiting for an answer. The rest of your colleagues were almost all ready to leave and you didn’t even notice, immersed as you were in work.

“I’m sorry guys but I still have to finish this,” you stated pointing to the file on your desk.

“In case you finish it soon you know where to find us,” he said “And of course tell our boss too.”

You nodded and greeted the rest of the team before returning to write the arrest report. You would have been completely alone if it wasn’t for your boss – who happened to be your boyfriend – in his office.

Another half an hour passed and you finally finished writing the report. You got up to hand it over to Jay and knocked on his office door, walking in when you heard his voice. He was sitting at his desk, his head bent over a pile of documents and a tired, frowning expression on his face.

After Voight’s retirement, Jay had been appointed as Head of Intelligence and since he had taken that position, you couldn’t help but notice how he had been overloaded with work, between red tape and paperwork. He felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and was doing everything to make Voight proud and be worthy of being the boss.

“Hey, I brought you today’s arrest report,” you spoke, closing the door behind you. Jay gave you a quick glance before looking back at his desk.

“Thank you baby, you can put it on the desk.”

“The others went to Molly’s, would you like to join them?” you asked him, but already knowing the answer.

“I have a lot of work to do, but you go if you want” he said without even looking up from the sheets. You let out a sigh as you thought of a way to make him relax. You felt helpless to see him so tired and overworked and somehow unable to help him. It was enough to look at his posture to understand how stressed he was, his neck and shoulders were visibly tense.

Jay didn’t even notice when you locked the door of his office before approaching him. “Baby you need to relax, you’ve been working too much lately,” you said as you leaned on the edge of his desk in front of him.

“I know but I have to finish this. Fuck I didn’t know of the amount of bureaucracy involved in being a sergeant.” He snorted loudly, his eyes still on the papers and a pen in his hand as he continued to write like you weren’t even there.

“It’s not good for you to put so much work into it” you stood up behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders “You need to rest, come home with me.”

He sighed and stopped writing as soon as your hands touched him. “You have no idea how I want it but I really need to do this.”

“You are the boss, you can fill out this paperwork whenever you want,” you said calmly as your hands began to massage him “God baby you are so tense.”

Jay’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the feel of your hands on him and he couldn’t help but melt at your touch.

“Y/N…” he said, but the warning tone in which he wanted to talk to you was quickly replaced by the desire that you'd never stop.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No please this feels so good,” he said and let out a sigh of pleasure when you touched a spot on his shoulder that was particularly tense.

You couldn’t lie to yourself, that little moan Jay let out made you feel things you shouldn’t have.

“Will I ever be able to convince you to go home?” you asked making him chuckle.

“I don’t think so baby, please don’t make it difficult than it already is.”

Jay opened his eyes as you encircled his neck with your arms, resting your chin on his shoulder. You gave him a kiss on his cheek, inhaling his scent deeply. His lips spontaneously lifted into a smile before turning his head towards you and making your lips collide, a hand resting on your face.

“Baby you can’t do this to me” he sighed when your lips began to sow kisses along his jaw to his neck, your hands gently stroking his chest over his shirt. “I need to focus, stop distracting me.”

He said this but the little moans and sighs that came from his lips meant something else.

“I miss you baby” you whispered into his ear causing a rush of shivers down his spine. He took a deep breath, trying to stay in control and trying to ignore the way your lips kept kissing his neck and cheek.

“I miss you too but this work won’t do itself.”

“Just take a little break, you deserve it darling, you’ve been working so much lately” you whispered, your lips brushing the lobe of his ear, which caused a rush of shivers all over his body. His breathing quickened and another small moan escaped from his mouth as your lips sucked the spot on his neck that you knew drove him so crazy. That simple sound was enough to force you to squeeze your legs and make you wet.

Jay jumped up and in no time you were sitting on his desk, him positioned between your spread legs.

“Detective Y/N are you trying to seduce me in my office?” he whispered, as he looked at you mesmerized. A feeling of guilt gripped his stomach because in that moment he realized how long it had been since the last time he had looked at you like this, in your eyes, since he had you so close, he felt as if he had neglected you in a certain way because of work and he couldn’t forgive himself. He raised a hand and stroked your cheek, totally lost in your eyes.

“What if the answer is yes Sergeant Halstead?” you whispered back, batting your lashes seductively as your hands stroked his toned and hard chest. Jay’s hand gently pulled your tied hair causing you to slightly bow your head back and you bit your lip to try to hide a smile as he started kissing your neck, causing you to close your eyes and shiver under his touch. He grinned at the way your body reacted, the way you tried not to sigh.

“Then I’m afraid to tell you succeeded my love,” he whispered starting to bite and suck your skin, his hand possessively gripping your hip as he deeply inhaled your scent and, god, how much he missed it.

“And what you’re gonna do about it?” you murmured as his mouth continued his delicious assault.

“Well… I definitely don’t think I can wait until we get home,” he said raising his head and looking into your eyes that sparkled with anticipation and desire “So I’m gonna fuck you here in my office.”

“You have no idea how many times I imagined you fucking me against your desk,” you whispered as you unbuttoned his shirt. You licked your lips as your eyes studied every inch of him, of his abs, your fingers tracing the V-shaped lines that disappeared inside his pants. Damn, that vision alone sent you over the edge.

Jay pressed his lips to yours in a rough, passionate kiss and only God knew how much he missed the taste of your mouth, the feel of your tongue touching his, touching your body. As he completely took your breath away with that kiss, your hands began to strip of the clothes you were wearing and you were both aware that you were in a police district, that any person could discover you at any moment but neither of you seemed to care, you were too lost in each other.

Your lips were biting each other as the only sound in that room was the sound of your kisses and your heavy sighs.

“Oh fuck” you sighed when his mouth went down your neck, licking your skin until it reached your breasts. Your mouth dropped open slightly as his lips closed around it, starting to lick and suck, your nipple between his teeth.

“Jay please,” you whined, fearless with expectation, burning with desire. You wanted him, immediately, without hesitation.

“Shh baby,” he whispered as his mouth sucked on your other breast. You gently grabbed his face and kissed him again, your arms around his neck as you squeezed him against your chest. That simple contact was enough for Jay to completely lose his mind, if there was one thing he loved so much it was feeling your bare skin against him.

Your hands slid down his bare back to the huge bulge he had in his pants. Moans escaped his lips when, after unbuttoning his belt and lowering his pants, you started touching him over his boxers and, fuck, that sound was like music in your ears.

“Fuck baby I want you” he moaned over your lips as your hand kept touching him. He could no longer wait, he just wanted to possess you, to be inside you and completely lose himself in the pleasure that only you could give him.

“You have me.”

Jay helped you take off your pants and panties, which ended up somewhere in the office.

A particularly loud moan escaped your lips as his fingers ran down your body and slid between your legs, touching you on your most sensitive spot, making that heat inside of you explode like a fire.

“Be quiet baby you don’t want anybody to hear us don’t you?” he whispered as his fingers drew imaginary circles on your clit, his mouth kissing yours. His lips went down to your neck and when they started kissing and sucking your skin, along with his fingers continuing to please you, it became too much to bear. “God you’re so wet, you want me that much baby? You want my dick inside of you?”

Your head thrown back, eyes closed as he slipped two fingers inside you. Trying not to moan was too difficult and biting your lip to keep quiet started not being enough.

“Fuck Jay yes… I want you please,” you whimpered. Your hands were resting on the desk as you tried to hold yourself up even though you almost felt like you were collapsing. Only then you realized that there was nothing left up there, not even knowing at what moment Jay had thrown everything to the ground.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling his fingers out and putting a hand around your throat. You looked up at him abruptly and the intensity with which he looked at you almost made you pass out. His lips were an inch from yours and a grin appeared on his face when you tried to kiss him but he pulled back slightly.

“Open you mouth.” Almost without even thinking about it you did as he told you “Lick” you smirked before taking his hand with yours and licking the fingers that until a moment before were inside you. You never broke eye contact and you would have lied if you said the way he was looking at you at the time didn’t make your heart pound, the green of his eyes almost completely disappeared due to his dilated pupils. His lips were parted slightly, his breathing quickened as he watched every single movement of your tongue licking your wetness off his fingers. Fuck he’d ever been so horny. You were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever set upon, you were sensuality, what he craved most, what he most wanted and what he never wanted to stop possessing.

He crushed his lips onto yours without any warning, leaving you breathless and sucking your soul out of your body. His hand was still around your throat while the other firmly gripped your breasts.

“You ready?” he whispered after you lowered his boxers.

“Yes, yes...” you replied frantically, causing him to grin.

He kissed you again and with a single movement he slowly pushed into you, a guttural moan that came out of both your mouths. It was in that moment that you finally felt complete, full, and God only knew how much you wished this would never end.

“Goddamn baby it feels so fucking good being inside of you” he moaned, his head hidden in the crook of your neck as he kissed and bit your skin in an effort to not make a sound.

“Jay please… Please move” you begged him and when he slowly started moving his hips back and forth you felt like your soul was about to leave your body at any moment. You were both a mess of soft moans, sighs, messy and passionate kisses.

“Fuck yes… Just like that” you moaned. His peace was controlled, strong and vigorous at the same time, but designed to make you crave more. You felt it inside you, deep, dominant, and it was almost as if all your insides were about to explode, that your organs were mixing with each other. “Ah fuck… You feel so good.”

Jay’s hand ended up from your throat to the edge of the desk, squeezing it tightly. He almost felt dying seeing your face twisted in pleasure, your lips curled in a smile, that smile. That little smile you did when you were totally lost, adrift of pleasure, that little smile that made him totally lose his mind.

“Baby…” he tried to say but a little moan escaped his lips “Fuck the things you do to me…”

Your nails scratched his back as you held him tight to you and your lips met in a rough kiss, both of you lost in the passion that totally and inexorably invested in you.

“Stop… Stop…” you murmured, placing a hand on his chest. He stopped immediately, looking at you with concern.

“You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you whispered giving him another kiss “Sit on that chair, I want to be on top.”

Jay smirked, kissing you again. “You’re gonna be the death of me Y/N.”

He sat down and helped you settle on him.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he whispered and you smiled, kissing him as you gently places his penis under you and letting a moan escape your lips when he penetrated you again, crossing that delicious thin line between pleasure and pain. Fuck, in that position you could feel him even more deeply and it took you a couple of seconds to get used to it and to enjoy that feeling as much as possible.

You both threw your head back when you started moving with an almost excruciating slowness.

“Fuck baby…” he groaned trying to be quiet, his eyes closed as you kissed and sucked the skin of his neck “You’re killing me...”

“Oh my fucking God… Ah...”

You began to speed up the pace, raising and lowering your hips, his fingers possessively gripping your ass. When he opened his eyes and met yours he felt in heaven and if he really was, damn, he would never want to be resurrected again. You were so fucking perfect, everything about him freaking out, the way you moved, the way your boobs bounced, the way you knew exactly how to drive him over the edge.

Your hands were resting on the back of the chair to help you, practically banging your tits in Jay’s face. He obviously wasted no time and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting your nipple.

“Fuck baby… You make me feel so fucking good…” you moaned in his ear, kissing and nibbling it.

“Fuck!” a loud groan escaped his lips of him when you started slowly rotate your hips and how fucking good it felt, it was like you could feel him in every angle inside you. “Oh yeah… Just like that baby, don’t stop... You’re doing so good to me…”

Those words were enough to send you out to the limit, you felt that feeling in the lower abdomen that was about to overwhelm you at any moment.

“Jay… I…” you stammered not being able to complete the sentence.

“Come for me baby, come all over my dick… You did so fucking well.”

Jay covered your mouth with his hand as the orgasm washed over you like a raging river. Your mind went blank for a moment, your body shaking with spasms, your soul almost exiting your body. It was such a great feeling, a moment when you totally lost control, where for a moment you forgot who you were and where you were. God the things Jay did to you, the things only he could make you feel.

Jay needed a couple more thrusts to release his pleasure into you and he really thought for a moment he had really reached heaven and saw angels.

Exhausted you rested your head on his chest, his arms encircling your body and holding you as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Hey” he whispered, kissing you on the forehead. You raised your head and he smiled, enchanted by the celestial vision that you were. You gave him a kiss, this time sweeter and more tender compared to those you exchanged up to that moment, more ardent and passionate.

“You okay?”

“Never felt better,” you sighed, a satisfied smile on your lips as he chuckled, his fingers caressing your face. You couldn’t even imagine the disaster you were at that time, not even talking about the office. “You?”

“Never felt better,” he repeated your words “I could really get used to these breaks from work.”

You raised your head from his chest and kissed him again, your hands on his face as his hands continued to squeeze and caress your hips and your bare back.

“You better get used to it Sarge, now that I know what it’s like to have sex in your office I won’t stop.”

“Fuck you make me so horny Y/N,” he murmured between kisses “Let’s get dressed and go home baby.”

“We have to fix up here first, this office is a mess,” you said and started laughing when an exasperated and annoyed expression appeared on Jay’s face.

“Let’s hurry up then, I want to go home and fuck you again till you can’t take it anymore” he sensually whispered, making your hormones wake up again, knowing it was a promise he was intent to keep.

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[twiceasfrustrating]

Hey I know request last are closed but your my favourite writer and I was wondering if you could do an angst for Beelzebub that compares mc to being so disgusting he would rather eat Solomons food? Please make it really heart breaking. If you don’t I’m really sorry for wasting your time and I apologies sincerely

I'm about to sound like a raging bitch, but you know what? Fuck it. I'm too annoyed to play nice in internet land today. I would normally just delete this request and move on, but it just happened to be my last straw.

Requests are closed. They've been closed for weeks. You even acknowledge that they are CLOSED. Yet, for some reason, you still feel the need to drop one in my inbox? As if you are above the rules or boundaries I set? Did you think that would make me more likely to take it? Because, spoiler alert, it does the exact opposite.

I even said this not that long ago to a different anon.

I gave that anon the benefit of the doubt because I got their ask not long after posting they were closed, so it's possible (in retrospect) that they were marked open when they started sending the ask but I closed them before they sent it officially. I am more than happy to look at requests when they are open, but I don't give a shit about the ones sent when they are closed.

IT IS LITERALLY MY FIRST RULE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I usually just delete requests that people send when they aren't open, but this one just pisses me off in a special way because you explicitly state that you know they are closed but you just really had to send yours for some reason. It's like a slap in the face.

"I know request are closed but I was wondering if I could ignore that fact and do what I want anyway regardless of the answer because my own desires are more important than your stated boundaries." That's how this reads to me.

You don't know why my requests are closed. Maybe I'm busy irl, maybe I'm going through something, maybe I just don't want to write or plan or edit an entire fic that gets distressingly little feedback for the amount of time I put into it, maybe I want to work on more personal fics than requests, or maybe it doesn't matter what the reason is because it's really easy for you to just not send anything when they are closed. In fact, it takes less time than it did for you to type this request.

While we're at it, fuck this too.

It says a lot that some people can't be bothered to check what people's limits are and just toss things at them for some fucking reason. Do y'all think your above their boundaries and limits? Do you think if you ask nicely enough you can manipulate your way into convincing them to make you something?

I am not a content machine, no matter how much I seem to produce. I am a person with an actual life outside of writing whatever people send my way. I have rules for a reason. I have a request status for a reason. I do not care how "nice" or "polite" you think you sound when you send something someone explicitly does NOT want; the fact you sent it is already rude as fuck.

I don't care if I sound rude in this. I really do not. I care that I make it clear that I have boundaries and rules in my space/blog and if you can't follow them I don't want you. I don't want someone who thinks my limits are a suggestion rather than something to be respected, especially when you knowingly trample on them.

This was just my breaking point because some of y'all have been testing me and other writers/artists lately with your lack of respect for the people you claim to like. It's fucking gross. We are not machines creating shit for your amusement. We are human beings sharing something we like to do with you.

Get that through your head and respect the rules.

[classpecting-pokemon]

Welcome to classpecting-pokemon!!

welcome, one and all, to the hell of this distortion world! i'll be your classpecting master here, mod gira! but before you request, i need to lay down a few ground rules and a DNI, because while chaos reigns supreme down here, i still don't tolerate it from anyone other than yours truly.

--RULES--

check if requests are open or not [requests: OPEN! feel free to submit a pokemon!]

if you are here to criticize my analysis of a pokemon's classpect, i want you to eat my dick. i am not basing this off of how a pokemon acts in the anime/mangas, only based on dex entries.

i will not be assigning master classes to pokemon, even ones like the creation trio to where it would make sense. if you have an issue with that, leave. there is too little information on the master classes for a basis on analysis.

i would prefer it if you sent one pokemon per ask! it overwhelms me when there are multiple pokemon i have to look for and put in one huge post. there's no limit on sending asks, so go ham! as long as requests are open, i don't mind!

as buggy and shitty as the search function is here on this webbed site, i would severely appreciate it if you at least tried to look up the pokemon you want to send in, because i might have already done it before. i don't want to repeat pokemon!

i believe that is all for rules for now. onto a DNI.

--DNI--

proshippers/anti-antis/neutral on proship discourse. i personally do not identify as an antishipper, but i believe that you probably should not be shipping pedofuckingphilia or incest. even if you call yourself a proshipper and you don't ship that stuff, that still shows you ALIGN with the morals of people who do that, and i personally would like to submit you to a houndoom's fire.

not so much of a dni more than a boundary, but as i am part of a system, i would severely prefer if you did not talk about syscourse in my inbox. i will not disclose if i am pro/anti/neutral on endogenic systems/non-traumagenic systems on this blog. that is personal information and too much to disclose on a blog where i combine pokemon and homestuck of all things.

on this note, however, if you use terms like "narcissist" for someone who doesnt have NPD or use "psychopath" for someone, or any other terms of those likes, you are an ableist asshole, and i want you to eat my fat cock. not just this, if you're just an ableist in general, explode.

TERFs, TEHMs, transmeds, enby-skeptic, and anti-xenogender/neopronoun people? fuck off. i literally am giragender and use neopronouns.

anti mspec-lesbians and anti-mspec gays you can also fuck off. they are not hurting the community, and are not "taking resources away from actual lesbians/gays".

anti aspec people, you as well. ace and aro people are wonderful, and i myself am one of those "nasty people trying to act queer". fuck you.

i believe that is all i can think of for my DNI as well.

if you have any questions not-related to classpecting a pokemon, i will always typically be free to answer!

my talk tag will be "gira used roar!" and anything that's related to classpecting will be "gira's telepathy!"

have a nice day, y'all!

[anthroposynth]

About me + rules

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About me:

☾ sol

☾ 25 yrs old

☾ bi woman

☾ scorpio ☼, pisces ☾, saggitarius ↑

☾ istj, 1w9

☾ brazilian art history teacher

☾ major in visual arts, minor in education

☾ tarot reader and tea addict

☾ favorite characters: dabi (mha), megumi fushiguro (jjk), akira fudo (dmcb), jean d'arc (ikevamp), vlad (ikevamp), vincent van gogh (ikevamp), zen/hyun ryu (mysme), v/jihyun kim (mysme), howl pendragon, and almost all characters from love unholyc and sailor moon lol

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General rules (read before requesting):

☼ this blog contains nsfw content, so minors, please, do not read the marked posts! y'all are welcome on all the other ones, though

☼ i only write nsfw requests for adult characters, i absolutely won’t write nsfw for a character still minor. i also only write nsfw with the reader as fem bodied, since it's my personal experience and i don't feel comfortable on writing something i did not truly experienced nor know how it feels

☼ i’m mostly open to requests, but if something makes me uncomfortable and i decide to not write it, i'll make sure to answer you on private explaining that i won't do it

☼ if i receive your request off anon, i'll be hitting you with a confirmation message. since Tumblr tends to eat the asks i send, i like to confirm that i received yours, so if you didn't receive a confirmation, your request might not have arrived in my inbox, and you might have to ask again (or you might have sent it anon)

☼ i write oneshots, hcs and matchups, nsfw and sfw. if there's anything in your request i don't feel comfortable writing, again, i'll answer you in private

Matchup rules (read before requesting):

☼ i do matchups for all the fandoms listed in my fixed post! just remember to specify which fandom you want to be matched with and the gender you prefer to be your matchup

☼ when you request a matchup, you can have a maximum of one fandom in one request. just be sure to specify the fandom you would like to be matched with. if you want to be matched with characters from different fandoms, please, make sure to send it in different asks, as it will make my life easier lol

☼ i also do appearance matchups. you can describe yourself or include a picture on your request if you are comfortable, i won’t post it to respect your privacy

☼ include anything you think that describes yourself best. literally, anything. the things you think are important on describing yourself can say a lot about who you are and who you will be matched with

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Attention, please:

☼ please be patient , you can ask about how my writing is going, but remember that I'm a grad student, and sometimes it can take a while to post your request. i'll always make sure to respond as soon as possible

☼ i will not tolerate malicious intent and hate discourse on my blog. homophobics and racists will be blocked! I won't accept body shaming too

☼ don't repost my work or translate it and upload it to another site without asking permission first

☼ i am always open to messages and dms! but please, be aware that i’m a student, so sometimes i won’t be able to respond quickly

☼ i hope you feel comfortable and safe around here! enjoy the content ♥️

[astorytotellyourfriends]

Hi! I was just wondering, because I read your new pinned post, that you said it’s okay to talk about jatp/headcanons and stuff? But a little while ago I saw you make a post that said you were feeling overwhelmed with them and that some made you angry or uncomfortable, and I have, admittedly, sent one or two headcanon anons your way before lol, and I would never want to make anyone uncomfortable or anything (they weren’t at all nsfw head canons or anything just to be clear I don’t feel comfortable talking about stuff like that online personally) but I was just wondering what types of stuff makes you angry/uncomfortable that you have gotten before (not the exact message or anything just like… the theme, say ‘stuff about Julie/Luke or angsty headcanons for example) because I never want to disrespect anyone’s boundaries in any way accidentally when talking about fandom stuff (which I love to do lol!) so I was just wondering if there is anything that’s a no from you that we shouldn’t send?

hi anon! thank you so much for asking! it's so considerate of you to ask about this and i really appreciate it 💛

i added that request to my post specifically to let you and everyone else know that i do love when you guys send me your thoughts about jatp. i did get overwhelmed there for a while because multiple people (i think, anyway, it's hard to tell when y'all are on anon!) were sending me super long asks that took a long time for me to read/answer properly. regarding the ones that made me angry/uncomfortable, i simply decided to delete them rather than engage and create further discomfort for myself, which i think is honestly the healthiest way to engage with fandom.

that being said, i think you're looking more for some specifics as to what i don't want sent to me, so i'm going to try and figure that out in the next few sentences.

you're definitely right about julie/luke lol i am more than happy to talk about them from a platonic standpoint but please go to someone else when it comes to shipping them bc you're barking up the wrong tree. i like them in theory as it pertains to the show, but in terms of fic i'd much rather talk about... literally any other pairing/poly relationship.

as far as content for headcanons, i'm here for pretty much anything. angst, fluff, au, canon - i love it all. i realize that because i write explicit fic that you might think it's an open invitation to send me your more explicit headcanons, but it's really not. i don't mind if you ask me something specific in regards to one of my fics, but otherwise just use your best judgment. if i've never written about [insert kink/gender identity/sexual identity here], chances are i either don't feel comfortable writing it or just plain don't want to.

other than that... i think everything else is pretty much fair game? off the top of my head i can't think of anything specific that i would feel uncomfortable receiving a question about in regards to fandom headcanons and stuff. if you start asking very personal questions about me and my life, then that's a whole other problem lol.

i do hope you and others start sending me headcanons again because i really do enjoy them, even if i get a little overwhelmed at times. i'm not really used to people wanting my opinion on things/wanting prompts from me, so to have a ton of messages flood my inbox every couple of days is still a little jarring, but i do absolutely appreciate the enthusiasm and thank you all 💛

[toutallyahoe]

Text ~ Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)

Requested By: --

A/N: took awhile to finish the short (if you count 2000 words short) story along the imagine... not doing it again though so y'all be stuck with the dialogues in the next one unless i feel generous

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IMAGINE Sherlock in a case and his phone just buzzed. When he took it out of his pocket and turn it on to see whatever he had received, he softly smiled at a text his significant other had sent to him.

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The soft vibrations of something had made the curly haired man momentarily pause on his inspection of the room he was at. It had gotten him a bit surprised but shrugged it off and was about to think and inspect again when he felt another vibration on him. It irked the curly haired male from interrupting his thinking and decided to check whatever it was that had disturbed him.

Fishing whatever the cause out of his coat's pocket, the consulting detective had took out his phone (not John's) which he deduced was the cause of such interruption. Seeing that, Sherlock concluded that maybe whatever was it to be meaningless until the device on his hand buzzed again and the screen lit up from a message it had recieved. The detective saw the sender's name and his lips twitched.

[N] [L] left (3) messages

Sherlock decided to unlock his phone. As the device unlocked, the detective had opened his messages which merely displayed only one conversation. The self-proclaimed sociopath always did deletes messages that starts with a "hi" and don't even bother remembering some of his friends (depite him denying them as that) other than the [Hair color] haired man. The curly haired had clicked on the recent (and only) message in his inbox and as he read the messages, the curly haired man's lips twitched again.

Did you know that I adore you?

[N] [L]

Hope your enjoying your case love <3

[N] [L]

Also, tell off Anderson for me

[N] [L]

The curly haired man lip's twitched into a smile as he had read the texts. His love do always know what to text him to make him crack a smile of his messages despite being cheesy or pretty random. Sherlock mometarily looked at where he is right now, still standing in the center of the bedroom where the victim was murdered, the said victim sprawled on the bed, looking bloody and lifeless as ever. As the detective merely spared a quick glance at the body he was suppose to check before his lover's messages, he looked back at him phone (not John's, which the doctor is thankful of) and had decided to reply to his [Hair color] haired lover, a small message of his own.

As the curly haired man was about to type his own text, someone had went inside the room where the detective was at, disturbing him, and the detective ignoring them to continue typing. And the one who went inside the room where the self-proclaimed sociopath was was none other than the doctor, John Watson who was rather befuddled.

"Hey, Sherlock?" John called at to the curly haired as he looked at his own phone with furrowed eyebrows. The doctor was honestly peeved and confused as he analyzed as much as he could in his phone. After a minute or so, he raised his phone to have the detective to look at it. John's phone screen displayed a photo of a kitchen with bloodied walls, the odd thing about it though was the blood looked tampered, like someone had accidentally touched it and wiped it off on the yellow colored walls... or someone tried to paint the blood there. John wanted to hear his partner's thoughts on it and as he turn to look at the curly haired man, he started to share his own thoughts. "The blood on the walls seemed tampered with. Does this seems suspici..." John trailed off as he then saw Sherlock was not even sparing a single glance at him. The doctor frowned, and his frown seemed to deepen when he saw Sherlock's face.

"Are you bloody smiling?" John asked in an exasperated tone as he then sighed. He was so done with this self-proclaimed sociopath. For once, for once the blond doctor wanted a normal day and have Sherlock actually not act like... well, himself. "Sherlock were in a crime scene!" John nagged. The said man merely rolled his eyes as he continued to type his message then sending it after he had finished.

Get off your ass and get to work already

SH

And yes, I do know that information. Thank you for the reminder again and already did told off Anderson

SH

And the case? it's too easy. I can solve this in thirty minutes flat

SH

After the detective had sent those messages, there was an instant reply from the other that made him couldn't help but smile. Ignoring the doctor again as John had continued to scold him ("it's not proper to bloody smile in a crime scene!"), which the curly haired man deliberately ignored to read his [Hair color] haired lover's text.

Oh, well aren't you a sniffy one?

[N] [L]

Am I correct of thinking that you're assuming that you can solve your case in under 30 minutes or less darling?

[N] [L]

[Name], Sherlock's significant other had sent. The last text the [Hair color] haired man had sent made the detective scoff and rolled his eyes as he typed his reponse. [Name] should know by now that he obviously is.

I am merely stating the obvious [Name]

SH

And I don't assume. I know it.

SH

Sherlock had sent the text. It took a minute or so get another reply to the [Hair color] haired man, the curly haired deducing that the other man was already preparing for his own work. But when Sherlock had gotten the other's reply, he smirked.

Then you wouldn't mind a little bet then love?

[N] [L]

[Name]'s text said as the curly haired man liking the idea of a little friendly bet with his significant other. Another buzz on the mobile device on his hand made the detective knew that there was another message from the [Hair color] haired man.

If you can solve your case in under 30 minutes or less, I'll let you have your cigarettes back

[N] [L]

The last text made Sherlock almost let out a quiet chuckle as he rolled his eyes. Did [Name] thought he didn't knew where his pack of cigarettes is? The detective knew for about awhile now and his significant other had no clue. 'Idiot.' The curly haired man had thought as he decided to come clean and tell the oblivious [Hair color] haired man he knew where it is.

Your hiding it underneath the mattress of the couch

SH

The detective had replied to his lover. Thinking for a bit, he typed something to humor the [Hair color] haired man. Finishing his text, he sent it to his [Name].

And besides, why would I need to win this dumb bet, despite knowing I can, when I can get any information in the bedroom?

SH

John, who finally finished his scolding; well, morely realizing that the self-proclaimed sociopath didn't actually bother listening to him, the doctor let out an exasperated sigh. "Unbelievable!" The blond had said as he looked at his partner in disbelief and annoyance while the other man merely continued to look at his phone, smirking as he did.

As the doctor continue to look at the curly haired man, John finally noticed that the detective was smirking. Sherlock was smirking and it honestly surprised the blond doctor. John looked at Sherlock then trailing his gaze to the mobile device on the detective's hand, wondering what was the curly haired man doing on it. And as for the detective, he still merely ignored John as he read his significant other's reply on his message.

Kinky but alright

[N] [L]

If you win, I'll do whatever you want. No questions asked and you'll do the same if you lose

[N] [L]

Sherlock had read [Name]'s reply which he then hummed in content. He liked the idea of [Name] do whatever he wants. The curly haired could not wait for his [Hair color] haired lover to lose this bet. It was a fact.

Lovely

SH

Can't wait to teach you the solar system <3

[N] [L]

Reading the [Hair color] haired man's message made the detective roll his eyes as he let out an annoyed huff. It annoyed the self-proclaimed sociopath greatly on his lover (and John) insisting him learning the solar system. What's the big deal of him not knowing it? What was the point on learning it even?

Why do you insist on teaching me that? We revolve around the sun, that's that

SH

The detective had sent as there was an instant reply which when the curly haired man had read, made him frown a bit.

Because it's basic science stuff love

[N] [L]

[Name] had replied to his message. The detective was about to reply that it was still stupid and useless when his phone had vibrated to signal a new message that had popped up. Reading what [Name] had sent him made the curly haired roll his eyes. 'He's still bitter about that?' He thought.

And you almost got me get a bullet in my head from that nemesis of yours for not knowing how many bloody moons Jupiter had

[N] [L]

It was actually quite true. The [Hair color] haired man had always been Jim Moriarty, Sherlock's nemesis, favorite target on the deadly "games" he makes. It was quite worrisome really as the curly haired man would go far lengths to save his significant other from the psychopathic consulting criminal and the [Hair color] haired fearing for his and his lover's life. It was a quite price to pay to love the self-proclaimed sociopath but [Name] couldn't have it any other way... although there were some close calls and it was both worrisome and exciting.

Another buzz on the device on the curly haired man's hand made him know that his [Hair color] haired lover had sent him another message.

So yes darling, for the sake of your poor lover's brain not being blown out anytime soon by a psychopath, I'll teach you the solar system <3

[N] [L]

Think of it as a factual date in the Royal Museums Greenwich <3

[N] [L]

[Name] had sent and the detective lips twitched a bit as he smiled. That actually sound quite lovely despite him still thinking about knowing the planets and whatnot about the solar system stupid. The detective was about to type his reply when finally, John had enough as the doctor had looked at his watched to see the time. "Sherlock, can you actually help? It was your idea to ask Lestrade with a case!" Said John, finally fed up with the detective who finally looked up from his phone to look at his direction.

"Ah, John, when did you get here?" Sherlock had bluntly said as the smile on his face was wiped off like it was never there as he then momentarily looked back at his phone and pressed the send button to send the text he wrote to his [Hair color] haired lover. What the self-proclaimed sociopath had said made the blond doctor annoyed.

"When did I get here? When did I get here?!? Sherlock, I've been here for about twenty minutes! Asking your thoughts on the bloody case!" The doctor fumed as he saw Sherlock merely rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh, calm down. I just had to read something." Came's the curly haired man's reply as he put back his phone on his coat's pocket. The detective then face the boodied body he was supposed to inspect ago and began deducing and coming up with theories, raising one of his hand underneath his chin as he concentrated on thinking how the murder had happened. The detective was also thinking about the bet he had with his [Hair color] haired lover. He will win. As Sherlock had turned and blew the doctor off, John silently fumed at the detective's offhanded reply until he realize what Sherlock had said.

"Read...?" John muttered as he looked at the detective in confusion for a bit until he connected the dots. Sherlock using his own phone, not his? Sherlock showing emotions whatever was on his phone? Sherlock actually taking time on reading and typing a response? Only one person does the self-proclaimed sociopath does that...

"It's [Name] isn't? Your smiling because of [Name]'s text?" The doctor had asked as he saw the curly haired man paused and gave him a quick look then back at the body. Not responding to the doctor's question which made John grin.

"Wow, that's human of you," John mused as Sherlock turned to glare at him. "Oh, piss off John," Sherlock had said as the doctor merely continued to grin cheekily at him. The detective had to be honest though, the blond was right. He is human whenever he is with [Name].

[cananybodysea]

omg pls some headcanons for dating the awkward tree boy

me? writing about evan?? again??? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[If you sent in headcanon requests they may take a bit of time to complete cause i’m going back to the start of my inbox and answering headcanon requests from a while back up until the most recent! Hang in there i promise i will post your headcanons!!]

Ok, here we go kiddos.

Evan is so sweet. and soft. and he believes that being with you makes him a better person in every way. You make him feel so happy and you make him feel beautiful and valued and you listen to him and he feels like he can trust you with everything. He does everything in his power to make you happy.

His favourite place to have date nights with you is on the beach?? or at the orchard or the park or something. He prefers to go to the beach at night time when it’s very quiet and the sun is setting and you can sit on the sand and not care about anybody seeing you because the place is so empty! He likes sitting in the sand with you and smooching you and maybe y'all go get ice cream (even tho it’s almost nighttime) and you take your shoes and socks off and go dip your feet into the water. it usually ends in splashing each other and laughing and giggling and evan is so so happy when he gets to spend time with u like this. Also, when u go to the beach - he loves to find nice shells and take them home because he wants to collect them!! idk why,,, he just thinks they’re very pretty.

Whenever u go to the orchard or the park or something like that,, you n him will walk for a while, holding hands and he’ll point out all the ‘coolest trees’ and tell you stuff about them !! and it’s the cutest thing ever !! he really will just rant about how good trees are and how their leaves are all different and stuff like that. You and him sit on the grass for a while and just lie next to eachother and maybe play that game where you say what the clouds are shaped like ?? idk what it’s called - but evan loves it.

He has an Instagram - but before you started dating him he only had two photos on it. One of him and his mom and another of him getting his cast put on. After you start dating, he uploads a lot more. Not just pictures of you etc but he uploads photos of trees, of his mom, of himself! He’ll also upload videos or boomerangs of him walking through forests or whatever,,, and of course there are lots of photos of him holding your hand, or of you kissing his cheek, or just pictures of you that he captions ‘😇❤️’ He starts uploading a lot more because he learns how to use it properly from you and he feels a lot happier and does a lot more things after u start dating so he is able to upload more pictures if that makes sense.

Heidi adores you. I mean adores you. She has your phone number !! And she’ll text to sometimes saying ’Just made spaghetti! Feel free to come over for dinner if you’d like!! :-) ’ oh my god she’s so cute. Also, there’s times where Evan will come back from Jared’s or something and you’ll be standing in his kitchen baking cookies with heidi before she goes to work and he’s like ??? ok ??

ok so,, i feel like evan has a little scrapbook or something. Heidi bought him a polaroid camera for his last birthday and he found an empty scrapbook under his bed from years ago and his goal is to fill it up by the end of the year with things that make him happy. (His therapist said that this can help ease his mind and distract him if he’s feeling down)! so !! He has photos of you, photos of you and heidi, photos of him and you, photos of jared and zoe and alana and connor, photos of trees, a random cat he saw all alone in the street, he has photos of heidi making dinner, he has pictures his hand holding yours and stuff like that stuck down in this scrapbook. He looks at it whenever he’s sad or scared or having a bad night. He will always smile when he looks at his little book!!

Once when you’re doing your homework- you got a facetime call from evan and when you answered it he looked so happy and his nose was crinkling and !! he was so happy!! and he asked you if he could come over and you were like !! ok!! and when he arrived he practically tackled you onto your bed and started cuddling you immediately and you were like ?? what’s going on !!!! Turns out he was just happy that you love him as much as he loves you and he just wanted you to hold him. lmao

!!!!! u and evan always go to zoe’s jazz band concerts!!! and ur sweet boy loves it !!! he loves the music and he bounces in his seat while watching it and his little leg starts to jiggle and he sways a lil without even realising it !!! and it’s so cute because he genuinely loves this music !! he sometimes records their performances on his phone and uploads them to instagram or just watches them whenever he feels like it !! oh my god !!!!! it makes me giddy just thinking about this

i can imagine evan dancing to the music like that video of ben platt dancing with his wine glass… u know the one…. he looks so so happy… kinda like that but a bit less because he’s evan and he’s shy™

Ok you’ve probably heard me talk about this before but i will not live this headcanon down. Evan sits on your lap. He loves to just straddle you (not in a sexy way at all) he just thinks that it’s really comfortable and it makes him feel really nice and happy and he just loves to sit there.

Sometimes you’ll be in his bedroom studying, and he stands up to go get something but then he just turns around and walks over to u and kinda gives you the eyes™ and u smile at him and then he knows it’s okay to sit on ur lap. He just kinda…..slides…into your lap and shoves his head into your neck and his arms wrap around your shoulders and you pull him real close and oh my god your boy loves it. He goes bright bright red when he does it and sometimes if he’s feeling a lil tiny bit confident… he kiss ur cheek or ur neck (like one tiny smooch) !!!!!! and hnNnNnNnNg this is my favourite headcanon for him tbh.

He’s a lot more calm around u. Like of course he’s still very nervous and quiet at times because anxiety isn’t something that just goes away - but he’s able to be more relaxed around you because you make him feel so safe ?? and you’re so kind to him and you don’t rush him when he’s struggling to get the words out you just listen and you snuggle with him when he needs it and he loves you so much.

the boy can sing. he has a pOWERhoUse VoIce i mean it’s ben platt were talking about here!! Once you caught him singing,,, and he was really going for it,,,, he was singing his little heart out and he was so In The Zone he didn’t know you were there and when he saw you he was like !! oh no !! and started rambling and turned beet red and he….he was actually nearly crying he was so embarrassed but you just grabbed him by the shoulders and told him it was ok,,,, no evan i didn’t record u singing,,,, no evan i won’t tell jared,,,, no evan i didn’t think u were awful,,, evan nO

he tells u that he really enjoys singing,,, but he obviously wouldn’t do it in front of anyone,,, so he learns how to play piano and if you’re lucky….. sometimes when u go to his house he’ll play piano and sing for you. (only if u promise to not look at him)

There’s not really many nicknames tbh… it’s not a bad thing y'all have just never discussed pet names or anything… u kinda just call eachother by your names or sometimes u call evan ‘ev’! but,,, on rare occasions evan will call u babe. (only sometimes) and once you called him ‘gorgeous’ and he was. silent. he froze. and was bright red and almost crying because he loved it so much. so sometimes u say stuff like “i’ll see you later, gorgeous” and he’s. a goner. he almost whimpers and he’s like omg i love when u call me that.

he texts u every night just making sure you’re okay. and if he can’t get to sleep because his moms not home and he’s a little uncomfortable in the house by himself - you’ll come over or else he’ll facetime you and he just talks to you for a few hours and he’s constantly apologising for keeping u awake on a school night but you don’t care. he needs u and you’ll b there

i think he enjoys baking,,, him and heidi used to do it a lot but then she started working a lot more and she just doesn’t have the time for it now so he just kinda forgot about it

bUT,,,,one day he came to ur house after school and u were baking cookies cause u were rlly craving them and evan walked into ur kitchen and he smelt the cookie dough and he was like hnnnNnNnNnBbBGg,,,, yUm and he saw u standing there with flour all over ur hands and ur face and there were smudges of chocolate from the chocolate chips on ur fingers and evan was like,,,,, binch i want to bake

so he helped u with the rest of the baking and at first u were going to tell him what to do but then u realised,,,,. shit,,,,,,, he’s really good at this !! he doesn’t need ur help !! BOY !! and he was so in the zone and excited and he basically finished baking them for u tbh,,, !!

evan ends up with a little smear of chocolate on the corner of his mouth n ur like,, i wonder if i should do that cheesy thing and kiss it off for him,,

yES. he would love that

anyway, u both sit in ur bedroom munching on the cookies and smooching and watching tv and evan realised how much he missed baking so then it becomes a regular thing that u both do!!

i’ve done some kissing hcs for evan before,,, but,,, i feel like every single time after u kiss him - it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together - he will keep his eyes shut. like after u pull away he doesn’t open his eyes for a moment because wow he needs to take it all in cause ur lips are so soft and u love him and he loves kissing u and he just needs a minute. kinda like this ??? like u see how his eyes stay closed for a sec ?? and he’s got this look on his face that’s like :-) wow i just kissed someone i love !!! that’s what he does !!!!!!!!!!! i’m scremememememe kiss him !! pls kiss him

me, sobbing, clutching my hands to my chest, holding a million tissues: *INHALES* plEA SE !! give him some eskimo kisses ??!!!!2!2!/!3&/ !! hello !! they are his favourite !!!! oh my god !! he gets this warm fuzzy feeling in his belly !! when u rub ur nose with his and he does the nose crinkle and he’s smiling and giggling and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m sorry i love this boy !! can u tell

he. has. warm. fluffy. fuzzy. pjs. ! ! ! like??? he has lots of those winter pajamas that are fluffy and big and cozy and they have lil animals on them and some of them are sparkly and !!! he loves em !! also,,, in the summer when he can’t wear them he’ll wear like big tshirts and shorts,,, or else just boxers ya know ?? but he likes to wear slipper socks. cause his lil feet get cold very easily,, also he doesn’t like his feet being out in the open so he just wears them !! and u take lots of pictures of him in his cute night clothes because he’s just…. so sweet and cute and beautiful and he lets u upload them to instagram !! (u try to yell at jared every time he teases evan about it but he will never stop)

listen to me. listen good. listen close. listen hard. evan hansen. is a little spoon. always. (unless ur upset or u just want to be the little soon cause he’ll do anything for u.) it feels so nice for him when he gets to b the little soon. snuggle him and keep him safe pls.

idk if i mentioned this but uhhh… this is an au where the whole connor thing never happened and evan doesn’t lie or anything. yeet.

very much enjoys going shopping with you ?? idk dude,, he likes helping u pick out clothes and he likes to see u trying them on and everything! he thinks it’s fun to help u create outfits ,,, and he likes to shop at stationary stores because he always picks up little funky pens and weird photo frames and stuff ! and once the two of u went into a dollar store or something and it was completely empty (cause it was like 2am lol) barr like one member of staff that was busy!! so u played ‘the floor is lava’ and videoed it and out it on ur snapchat story and it to this day is the funniest thing,,. the look of fear on evans face when u say it,,, it’s so f u n n y!!

That’s another thing,,, when u or evan can’t sleep u call the other one and if they’re awake u both drive to the dollar store and pick up a few snacks and just sit somewhere quiet and eat them and talk about stuff ya feel ??

the secret to calming him down after a bad panic attack: read to him. Read him a book, or an article from a magazine, or just something that see on ur phone while runnin your hand through his hair and letting him sit on your lap and hide his face in your shoulders. (ps if the whole ‘having evan sit in ur lap’ thing makes u uncomfortable,,, then tell him and he will back off) He likes to listen to ur soft voice and the way ur talking is really nice and calming and he needs u right now to distract him from all of his thoughts etc.

also,,, he likes to doodle on ur hands with lil colourful gel pens that he found in his bedroom,,, he draws smiley faces and stars and flowers and trees all over ur hand (if u let him !!) and he giggles while he does it because he feels a lot better than he did 10 mins ago and he’s sitting there giggling with big red puffy eyes from crying :-(( and he looks so cute :-’(

at school, u two don’t like to show too much affection bc jared and connor will tease u endlessly, so he holds ur hand underneath the lunch table,, and smooches u if ur alone in the library or smth,, and its actually quite sweet?? ur relationship is v cute and private and special and :)))) u love him.

when prom finally comes around,, despite what people might think,, evan is actually excited,, because zoe’s band is going to perform !! and his friends will be there and it will be a good night. (he’s still a very very anxious bean tho). u go shopping for ur outfit with zoe and alana and connor (jared helps evan) ((so does connor)) !

so…. on the night….he’s wearing a dark navy suit, with a lil tiny yellow flower poking out of the pocket (heidi put that there) and his hair looks nice n curly,,, and he’s blushing because ?? he feels confident for once ?? he likes how he looks ?? and he can’t wait to see you ohmhykdosbaiab

u come to his house and when he sees u he like. has to stop and recollect himself because you look so unbelievably beautiful and ur here with him and ur dating him and he is so confused as to what he did to deserve it…. and he just takes a deep breath and walks towards u and gives u a big ol smooch and mumbles that he loves you against ur lips and !!! ughhhhh!!!

heidi took a picture of it happening and also took a whole load of pictures of u and evan in her driveway and posted them to facebook and wrote a nice paragraph about how happy she is that ur a part of her and evans lives and !!! eeekk !!!

the whole night was spent with ur friends and u did a little bit of dancing with your whole squad (after zoe’s band had finished performing) and after a few hours,,, u guys were like,,, hmmmm let’s go somewhere else. so you all went to a random field and sat there in your fancy prom outfits at like midnight just laughing and having a great time and it was the happiest you’d been in ages.

he loves you. so so so much. pls love him and treat him well.

send me an ask if you’d like me to do part 2 !!! i have so many more :))))