#please don't hesitate to send prompts my way if you ever want to

[littleprinces]

Day 4: Anal Sex

Sakai Moka x Male Reader

Day 4

I had just returned home from a long day at work, the sun dipping low on the horizon as I walked through the door. I could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from upstairs, my daughter's (Minju) room. Curiosity piqued, I made my way up the stairs, each step echoing in the quiet house. As I approached the door, I could see a sliver of movement through the crack, and I paused to listen Moka with her phone.

"I don't know, Moka. He's just so... intense," Minju's voice trailed off, followed by a soft giggle.

"Intense is good, right? I mean, he's got that whole powerful daddy vibe going on," Moka's voice was a sultry purr, sending a shiver down my spine.

I leaned against the door, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Powerful daddy vibe, huh?" I said, pushing the door open and stepping into the room.

Moka jumped, her eyes wide with surprise. "Oh my god, Mr. Park! I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were home," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

"Ok" I said, my voice low and steady. "And it's alright, Moka. I couldn't help but overhear your little conversation."

She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting to the door. "I should probably go."

"Stay," I commanded, my voice firm. "Tell me more about this 'powerful daddy vibe' you were talking about."

Moka hesitated for a moment before meeting my gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, you know, just... the way you carry yourself. The way you command a room. It's... sexy."

I took a step closer, my eyes locked onto hers. "And what else do you find sexy, Moka?"

She swallowed hard, her breath hitching slightly. "I-I don't know. Lots of things, I guess."

"Like what?" I prompted, my voice a low rumble.

"Like... strong hands," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek. "Like these?"

She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as I cupped her face, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "And what about this?" I murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a soft kiss.

She sighed into the kiss, her body pressing against mine as her arms wrapped around my neck. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the small of her back.

"You're so beautiful, Moka," I whispered against her lips. "And so fucking sexy."

She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. "I want you, Mr. Park" she breathed. "I want you to fuck me."

I pulled back, my eyes searching hers. "Are you sure about that?"

She nodded, her cheeks stained with color. "Yes. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."

I led her to the bed, my hands exploring her body as I went. I pushed her down onto the mattress, her eyes never leaving mine as I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the lacy bra beneath. I traced the line of her cleavage, my fingers lingering on the swell of her breasts before unclasping her bra and letting it fall away.

"You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen," I murmured, my hands cupping them, my thumbs brushing against her nipples.

She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Touch me, James. Please."

I obliged, my hands exploring her body as my mouth captured hers in a searing kiss. I trailed my fingers down her stomach, slipping them beneath the waistband of her jeans and into her panties. She was already wet, her hips bucking against my touch as I slipped a finger inside her.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Moka," I growled, my thumb circling her clit as I fucked her with my fingers. "You want my cock, don't you?"

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes. Please, Daddy. I want your cock."

I slipped another finger inside her, stretching her as I prepared her for what was to come. She moaned, her hips moving in time with my fingers as I fucked her slowly, relentlessly.

"Tell me what you want, Moka," I commanded, my voice a low rumble.

"I want your cock in my pussy," she breathed, her eyes locked onto mine. "I want you to fuck me hard, Daddy. I want you to make me come."

I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. "Not yet," I said, a wicked smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "First, I'm going to fuck your ass."

She hesitated, her eyes widening slightly. "I-I've never done that before."

"Don't worry, baby," I murmured, my hands gently parting her legs. "I'll make it feel so good for you."

I lowered my head, my tongue tracing the seam of her pussy before dipping inside. She moaned, her hips bucking against my face as I fucked her with my tongue. I slipped a finger into her ass, just a knuckle at first, and she cried out, her body tensing.

"Relax, baby," I whispered, my finger stilling as I continued to lick her pussy. "It's going to feel so good."

She took a deep breath, her body relaxing as I slipped my finger deeper into her ass. I added another finger, stretching her as I continued to lick her pussy, my tongue flicking against her clit as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.

"Daddy," she moaned, her body writhing beneath me. "Please. I need more."

I withdrew my fingers, positioning myself behind her as I slipped on a condom. I rubbed the head of my cock against her ass, coating it in her juices as I prepared her for what was to come.

"Tell me what you want, Moka," I commanded, my voice a low growl.

"I want your cock in my ass," she breathed, her eyes locked onto mine. "I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy. I want you to come in me."

I pressed the head of my cock against her ass, slowly pushing inside as she moaned and pushed back against me. I went slowly, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of my cock in her ass.

"You're so fucking tight, Moka," I groaned, my hips moving slowly as I fucked her ass. "You feel so good."

She moaned, her hands fisting the sheets as I began to move faster, my hips slamming against her ass as I fucked her hard and deep.

"Fuck, Daddy" she cried out, her body tensing as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Right there. Don't stop."

I didn't stop, my hips moving faster and faster as I fucked her ass, my cock sliding in and out of her tight heat. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing as she moaned and begged me to fuck her harder.

"Fuck, Moka," I growled, my hips moving faster and faster as I chased my own release. "Your ass feels so fucking good."

I came with a roar, my cock pulsing as I filled the condom with my release. I collapsed on top of her, my body covering hers as we both caught our breath.

"Holy shit," she breathed, her body still trembling from her release. "That was... intense."

I smiled, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw as I looked into her eyes. "And that's just the beginning, baby."

[reiding-writing]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

thanks for sending this ml 🫶

fun fact, i uploaded my first ever fic on the 6th of november 2023, and over the five and a half months since then i have posted an additional 55 fics, bringing my grand total to 56 as of the 20th of april 2024 😭

here are my five favs 🫶

TRANSGRESSION

You're in love with Spencer Reid. He's in love with somebody else.

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MAEVE ARC, LOTS of misunderstanding, Spencer is kind of a bad friend, lots of arguing, major character death

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: ANGST

wc: 8.2k

a/n: this is basically just angst after angst and although technically it has an optimistic ending for the reader, poor spence does not get the same courtesy—

COPYCAT

A copycat killer recreates a notorious case that the FBI solved in 2004, and their best option for solving it comes in the form of the original killer themself, you.

PART ONE, PART TWO

pairing: s3!spencer and gn!unsub!reader

genre: mystery, crime drama

wc: 4.5k, 14.4k

a/n: it’s a two parter but i’m putting it here as one fic because it’s just one continuous story 🫶 sociopath!reader you will always be famous in my heart

JEALOUSY

6. "Don't touch me."

WARNINGS: spencer is a bit of a twat but apologises profusely afterwards, arguing, happy? ending

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: angst

wc: 2.5k

a/n: part of the climacteric event that just ended a few days ago, i love making characters suffer for the sake of entertainment 🫶

FORGIVEN

You lied to him with good intentions, but when he finds out the truth he says something detrimental in the heat of the moment. After weeks of radio silence any chance of reconciliation is almost lost after you get critically injured in the field.

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR IAN DOYLE ARC, harsh arguments, death wishes, gun mentions, major character injury, details of gun related injury

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: ANGST with a happy ending

wc: 3.7k

a/n: this has gotta be one of my top favs just because i really think i managed to hit the nail on the head for the angst part of it

LITTLE THINGS

You'd like to say that you were entirely successful in emotionally removing yourself from your coworkers, but Spencer had managed to work himself into a crack in your emotional wall and the rest of the team is starting to notice.

WARNINGS: fem!reader, reader being dismissive and cold duh

pairing: spencer reid x cold!fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i knew i wanted to add a cold!reader fic in this list, but i wasn’t sure which one, so after some deliberating ya girl settled on this one, it’s a cute introduction methinks

thanks again @cumulo-stratus for sending this my way, and fic authors please don’t hesitate to self promote even if it’s not prompted by anyone else, put yourself out there my guys

[reotheworld]

all the world's a stage as you like it

❝ the one and only you, you're my celebrity ❞

➜ how yandere!manager!alexis ness is with you

➜ fem!reader (idol!fem!reader)

sugar level: 20% & 100% | cw: knife, possessive and obsessive behavior, suggestive themes, cursing, controlling tendencies, let me know if i missed out on anything!

an: i was supposed to make this with kaiser but all my creativity budget went to ness-

• behind his sweet smiling facade is the most loyal, devoted and dedicated manager ever to work with you. he's not leaving his position anymore. why should he? he knows you like the back of your hand, even with his eyes closed, he knows what your curves and breast size are. • despite the gender cross of work, you'd think ness is the strict type of manager. the ones who'd scold you if you show up on set or studio late, not getting your lines or choreography correct, but actually he's the opposite! • has these little stars and hearts in his eyes as he watches you behind the scenes. he'd clap his hand happily at you when you've done a good job. • he makes it a point to get along with you. wanting to know the big and small details of your life. • never ever leaves your side. he follows you like a dog follows it's master. it's okay, he gave you the handle of the leash anyway. • highly speaks of you! every time you're brought up or at least someone mentions your name, all words of flowery praises and compliments roll out of his lips. • doesn't handle criticisms thrown at your way very well! if the director of the commercial or photographer you're working on tells you that you're not doing a good job, you can bet alexis is already cursing at them. saying that they're the ones not doing their job perfectly. • behind closed doors, he's already threatening them that if they talk down at you again, he wouldn't hesitate to slit the knife he's holding against they're neck. • you could just be standing there, wearing the ugliest clothes or your hair is not cooperating with you but alexis ness would still look at you like you're responsible for the sun, moon and stars in the sky. • ultimately hates fan signing! he doesn't see the point why you have to smile, hold hands and talk to your fans, especially the male ones. • he's the one who is clearing and leading you to the path of fame you oh so deserve. so please only smile, hold hands and talk to him. fans are only to admire you from afar. • as the event ends, he is quick to sanitize your hands with wet wipes and alcohol. • he's responsible for the fans' gifts not reaching you too. they're only good decorations when it comes to taking pictures. after that, he'll take them away to never be seen again! • absolutely loves it when you share your personal life to him! even when he doesn't ask for it, it feels as if you're letting him inside your heart. don't worry, he'll be the one to close and lock the door! • have a male idol or actor sending you a love call? alexis is already besides you, whispering manipulating negatives he made up to your ear. • "he's no good at all. i heard that he's actually responsible for tearing apart his female lead star's family." • the paparazzi complimenting your dress on the red carpet? thank alexis for that! he's always responsible for the dresses and other outfits in general you wear! • he knows what's good for you. listen to him. • one time, when a certain media outlet spread a rumour about you and alexis are dating, he did nothing at all to shut it down. in fact, he prompted the rumor to keep going! • reason for that? the fans found out his personal instagram and all the posts are nothing but with you and about you, captions that contain "fleeting" emotions and cryptic messages that one can interpret on their own. • the type to offer to put lotion on you and massage it across your skin when you're tired after a long day at work. • but honestly he's just looking for an excuse to be able to touch you! getting to stand by your side is one thing, but to be able to touch you in sensitive and sensual areas is another. • "i-is this okay...?" • "yes, y/n. does this side of you still hurt? come and let me massage it for you." • also the type to give you those types of hugs that lasts longer than intended. • doesn't care about his salary. money comes and goes, all he wants to do is to be by your side forever. • but you don't know all of that because in your eyes, alexis ness is the best and most caring manager you have!

[kairismess]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ holiday headcanons event !!

day 4.1: being sakusa's secret santa 🎁

🍰 genre: fluff !! ✒️ word count: 970 💭 summary: being sakusa's secret santa 🎁 📣 thanks for requesting anon ! if you'd like to request any other prompt for any other character, please refer to my holiday headcanons event and send me an ask!

you had a dumb smile on your face that spoke of anxiety and hesitation, you had no idea if he'd like the gift you got for him. you weren't even that close to the man, he always did seem untouchable from where he stood, and not being that into others in the first place... it seemed highly unlikely you two were ever going to have a conversation outside of the court or arenas, let alone anything that didn't involve volleyball.

you were just the team's manager, one of the people responsible for handling the members; but even though you knew everything about the others, kiyoomi sakusa was the only enigma out of all of them. you tried to get close to him over the years you two have worked together, but he always seemed to be aloof and distant, not really someone you'd see yourself becoming friends with.

you knew a few basic things about him, like how he loved to keep himself clean, never went to after parties, spoke only when spoken to, was extremely forward and direct to the point. there were multiple instances where you felt tiny under his gaze, and it wasn't just because he literally towered over you in terms of stature, but because his gaze... it was cold and sharp when it was clear he didn't like nor was comfortable with a certain thing. you've seen him gaze at hinata, atsumu, and bokuto like that most of the time, and you were scared he'd look at you just like that after opening the gift you got for him.

in your defense, you spent the whole two weeks you had before the get together thinking about what to gift him, you put so much thought into this; even going out of your way as to casually ask him ever so often in between practice matches and lunch breaks what he'd like his secret santa to give him, or if he had to wish for one thing, what it would be.

but of course... sakusa always answered you vaguely.

"i'd... like something that isn't dirty,"

"something that isn't so expensive, i don't like show offs,"

"...i suppose something that'd keep me warm,"

"...why are you asking?"

oh, he was good.

you took in a deep breath as everyone gathered together and the gift exchange was going to start any minute now. knowing sakusa, there was a 50-50 chance he'd either not really care about what he got and awkwardly thank you, or stare you down intensely for your choice of gift. you hoped against all hope the former would be his reaction, but as the gift exchange began, you just decided to deal with his react later, you spent your time and effort on this, even if he doesn't appreciate it, you know you always would.

"sakusa!" you exclaimed his name, beaming as you tried to push all thoughts of him judging you for your gift to the back of your mind, trying to enjoy the present moment for what it is, not what could be. the wavy, black haired man turns to look at you, his stoic gaze unchanging as you walk up to him, beaming. he clutched his gift for the person he was supposed to be the secret santa of in his hands, seems like he hasn't found them yet.

"um... so, you know how you've complained about the cold as of late? well... i made this for you, myself. a-and don't worry! i washed my hands every time i worked on this, and before i packaged it. yes, i disinfected the box, too, so, no need to worry about it being dirty, hmm?" you said in a fast tone, wanting to get this over with because you couldn't deal with sakusa's bluntness on you right now.

you awkwardly handed him the gift when he didn't say anything, just kept gazing at you as you spoke. he probably listened to you the whole time, seeing as how he didn't tear his gaze away from you for a moment. looking down at the gift you handed him, sakusa felt that it'd be high time to hand his secret santa his gift.

"...here," sakusa mumbled from behind his mask in a soft voice, extending his gift to you. you stared at the gift in his hand, dumbstruck. "y... you're my secret santa?" you muttered, your face feeling hotter as he paused and nodded, hoping you'd take the gift soon. you thanked him as you took the gift from him, and as if on cue, you both unwrapped the gifts you both had for each other.

sakusa's eyes widened at the sight of a cozy scarf you made for him, with a set of gloves along with it. you smiled at the sight, proud of your hard work. "well... whaddya think?" you asked him, beaming. sakusa unfurled the scarf and, not looking at you, he nodded. "...the colors are nice, and... so is the texture," he whispered. he looked at you, pulling his mask down so he could be heard properly. "thank you," he muttered, a tint of pink in his cheeks.

now, you weren't sure what sakusa gifted you yet, but the sight of kiyoomi sakusa himself thanking you for a gift you poured all your time and effort on, overthinking whether he'd appreciate it or not as the hours ticked by before the exchange... it truly warmed your heart. to hear sakusa be grateful for you was the only gift you ever really needed, and for sakusa... just anything from you would be enough; he was more than glad on the inside to get something so intimate from you, made by you. he'll definitely wear it every time he felt cold now, and if anyone asks... he'll just say it's from a special someone.

[amalythea]

moonstruck ; birthday event !

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As a way to celebrate me being old and a way for me to get back into writing I decided to host an event! I wrote these prompts like a year ago back on @soleillunne with the help of @starrveill (i love you)

This is a request based event, if you have an idea in mind send me an ask with a prompt, a genre (optional) and a character of your choice.

You can send in as many asks as you want, but only one prompt and character per ask is allowed. So you can ask the same prompt for different characters with multiple asks.

I will delete any request that's against my rules and just make me uncomfortable in general. If you have any questions about the characters I write for please don't hesitate to ask.

I will tag this post and each post related to this one with "moonstruck!", and the event will get its own masterlist. I don't know when I will close the event, but I will announce when I do.

Below are the prompts, go crazy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

1. “don't smile at me like that!”

2. “may i have this dance?” “well, if you insist.”

3. “stop moving, i'm almost done!”

4. “well, if i tell you it wouldn't be a secret.”

5. “the moon is beautiful, isn't it?”

6. “i wouldn't wanna fight you. you're pretty feisty.”

7. “your eyes are always on them.” “…are they? I haven’t noticed.”

8. “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

9. “are you sure you're okay? your face seems a little red.”

10. “...on the bright side, we'll know how not to cook next time.”

11. “you're my favorite person.”

12. “close the curtains! my eyes are burning!” “don’t you think you’ve slept in long enough, you little vampire?”

13. “here.” ”what are you doing?” “giving you my jacket. cover yourself up, people are staring.” (bonus: “…are you sure you’re not the one staring?”)

14. “how… do you understand my feelings so well?” “…because i’d been in your place once”

15. “i love you. now say it back.” “please— stop talking, save it till we get you help—” “say it back—” “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me—”

16. “dont miss me too much, okay?”

17. “tell me what i can do for you.” “stay.”

18. “wait! don't go... not yet.”

19. “i swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

20. “how do you make the pain go away?”

21. “you feel like home to me.”

22. “it's okay to cry, you know.”

23. “you're acting like my mom.” “shut up and let me take care of you.”

24. “i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me.”

25. “in your darkest moments, I'll be your guiding light.”

30. “you're exhausted, honey.”

31. “can i have another blanket?” “do you really think that’s a good idea, love?”

32. “come over here; let me patch you up.”

33. “how do you do it?” “do what?” “make me feel alive.”

34. “i have no idea how i got through my days before i met you.”

35. “what do you feel when you're with me?” “when i'm with you... i feel at peace.”

36. “you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can discard?”

37. “you make me feel so alone.”

38. “i don't know what to do without you.”

39. “make sure it kills me.”

40. “i love you, until the end of the world.”

41. “you had your chance.”

42. “wait for me, will you?”

43. “i don't want to go.”

44. “i'm sorry, have we met before?”

45. “it's okay, you can let go.”

46. “i can't help but wonder if you ever truly loved me.”

47. “given your history, i should have known better.”

48. “you made a promise.”

49. “in the end, I was just a stepping stone in your path to success, wasn't I?”

50. “i can't trust you anymore, not after what you did.”

51. “…please don’t come any closer.” “why not?” “i don’t want to hurt you.” “who said you would?”

52. “people always leave, so why should it be any different now?” “what if i told you that i never planned on leaving? not now, not ever?”

53. “the only thing that makes every ounce of pain worth enduring is you.”

54. “i love you too much to stay away, and I wouldn't wish for anything less than to spend an eternity by your side.”

55. “the day i lose you is the day that i lose everything.”

56. “please don't go... i love you.” “...i wish i could believe that.”

57. “i'm sorry. you deserve so much more than this, and i can't even give you that, no matter how much i want to.”

58. “do you know the difference between history and you?” “what?” “history is the past, but you’re my future.” “…oh my god.”

59. “now remember, you don’t need to apologize for things you aren’t responsible for, okay?” “okay! i’m sorry!” “…i literally just said not to apologize.” “sorry..” “damn it. we’re gonna have to work on that a bit more.”

60. “i’m sure the feeling won’t last, but let me hold onto you a little bit longer before i go.”

Bonus: send me a prompt/lyrics of your choice!

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moonstruck — unable to think or act normally, especially as a result of being in love.

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@amalythea 2024. | do not re-upload, copy, translate, etc. my works on any form of media.

[their-pebble-bear]

Safe (KiriBaku X Reader)

Okay so indulge me for a bit here please. I've been craving this prompt for like AGES but I haven't found one I haven't read yet with my men so y'all get to enjoy it with me.

I tried to keep it gender neutral but please do be informed, I keep this in mind with a female reader. If y'all have any tips please do not hesitate to send me a message or ask.

As always, minors do not interact or follow me.

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Masterlist - Requests Are Open

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Warnings: None. Cussing at most. Maybe death threats by our pommy.

Summary: Reader gets a new man but KiriBaku absolutely despise him. I mean who else is meant to love them the way they want to be loved right?

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They anxiously waited in their shared apartment together. What was taking them so long? Did this guy NOT have a phone or watch to see it's been 20 minutes since they were meant to be here? Katsuki was already docking down points, not that they were high to begin with, and Eiji was ready to pound this guy's head in.

Finally, the lock clicked open and in you walked with, they didn't bother to remember his name. The door shut closed as they sat on the couch looking like they are ready to interrogate the poor bastard.

"You're 20 fucking minutes late. Do you not own a god damn phone?!" Kats huffed already pissed off.

"Hey sharky! Nice to meet you...bro? Sorry I forget people's names a lot! Y/N's talked a lot about you! Please sit down." Eiji pointed towards the two very obviously placed one seater opposite them as Kats grabbed you by the waist and plopped you down between them.

You pursed your lips as a blush raised to your cheek. Oh god you knew this was gonna happen. The number two hero AND number 5 hero were obviously going to interrogate this poor man and there goes your dating life...again. At least Eiji always tried to be supportive but Kats? Nobody was good enough for you. The guy sat in the one-seater looking very intimidated by these clearly very buff pro heroes in front of him who could probably snap him like a toothpick for even looking at you incorrectly.

"So tell us about yourself! What do you do for work, what's your quirk, anything!" Eiji smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

The guy started rambling and Kats just took in a deep breath just knowing this is never going to get anywhere. After 2 long hours of the interrogation he blurted out he had to leave and kissed you a quick peck before sprinting out.

"Guys, I am 24, living with two top 5 heroes. I'm confident I can date someone." You huffed.

"He was a fucking wuss! Couldn't even look me dead in the eye. How can he fucking protect you if you ever needed it hah?!" Kats spat wrapping an arm around your waist.

Eiji smiled and ruffled your hair. "You know sharky, there's a reason we're single. We both wanna date you. I'm tired of all this hiding. Nobody is ever gonna be good in our eyes because you have us darling."

Your eyes widened as you looked left and right at the two. "W-Wait what? You both want...me? Why? You could have anyone in the world and you guys chose...me?"

"Holy hell I pick the best idiots in the world huh? Fucking yes we chose you. You're so stupid, intelligent, you actually don't make me wanna blow a god damn fuse and the human rock next to you loves you too." Kats huffed grabbing your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

"HEY I WANT TO KISS THEM TOO!" Eiji huffed as he pulled you away from Kats to kiss you too.

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Please note! This is all my original work! I do not give permission to repost, credit yourself or steal my ideas. Reblogs are appreciated! The picture is not to be saved and used! That is originally made by my fiancé!

[karlachismylife]

Juju's Thirty Frames a Second celebration

title from a song by Simple Minds

So, the results for my 30 subscribers celebration are here! And we landed on the fluffy prompts with BG3 and COD characters and reader/Tav, yay! I live for fluff. So, I decided to try and make it a bit more interesting :3 Also, I invite any other writers to join if you guys find this set of rules fun!

Celebration requests rules:

Choose any character from Baldur's Gate 3 and Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (reboot trilogy). Keep in mind that I'm most comfortable/familiar with the main companions (Karlach, Wyll, Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart, Lae'zel), also Halsin and Dammon, from BG3 and the task force 141 men (Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price). You can request any other character, but it might take me longer to write your request since I need to get a feel for the character before writing for them. You can choose more than one character for one prompt, you can choose characters from both games for one prompt.

If you choose more than one character, please, add if you want me to write separate pieces for each one or make it poly.

If you choose characters from both games, please, do the same, and if you want it poly, add what setting (Faerûn, modern/COD setting, AU) you want them to be put in.

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[veneataur]

Whumptober 1/31

prompt: panic attack

fandom: BBC's The Musketeers

tw: panic attack

notes: I don't know how far I'm going to get in this year's challenge. I haven't really written anything in forever it feels but I really want to try this month because I miss writing. So, I've returned to the Garrison and my favorite musketeers, particularly the one I enjoy whumping. Please enjoy and pardon the rusty writing. Hopefully the rust will disappear the more I write.

To d’Artagnan, Aramis is implacable. How else could the man maintain the focus and determination he needs to remain the top marksman in the regiment. So, when he sees the man falter, sees him miss a shot that even a novice could make, d’Artagnan wonders what’s going on. Without a word, Aramis walks away from the range, reaching out with a shaky hand to steady himself with the wall as he disappears around the corner. D’Artagnan follows him quietly, observing and wondering what he should do, if anything to help Aramis.

He sees that the older man is trying to head back to his room, but from the way he’s moving, d’Artagnan knows that he won’t make it. His legs dip, knees bending without permission and Aramis just barely keeps himself from collapsing in a puddle. He doesn’t rise back to his feet quickly or easily and once there, he pauses, breathing quick and raspy. D’Artagnan thinks once again about going to him but hesitates.

Aramis is an outlandish person, he revels in attention. Hiding away like a sick animal is out of character. Perhaps he should simply leave him. Where he’s from, when a man seeks solitude like this, then everyone leaves him be. It’s a private matter. And he’s just about ready to do that when Aramis collapses and as the sharpshooter goes down, he catches a look in his eyes that rattles d’Artagnan. He shakes himself out of his stupor and hurries over to help. As he sinks down to his knees beside Aramis, he sees the man shaking, shoulders heaving far too quickly. He doesn’t acknowledge him and that unsettles him, though he tries to hide it.

“Aramis,” he says, panic seeping into his voice. The man still doesn’t show that he is aware of d’Artagnan’s presence. He tries saying the older man’s name again, putting a hand on his shoulder to shake him into some semblance of awareness. It doesn’t quite work, but Aramis does start muttering. He’s so quiet that d’Artagnan has to strain to hear even in the quiet of the Garrison. Aramis is pleading with someone. The desperation in his voice sends a pang of sadness through him.

“Aramis, Aramis. It’s fine,” d’Artagnan says. He moves so that he’s nearly in front of Aramis and more or less in his line of sight. “You’re fine. You’re at the Garrison.”

To d’Artagnan, Aramis seems to be in a waking nightmare and pulling him out of it won’t be an easy task. He continues to talk to him, reassuring him that he’s fine.

“Cold.” Aramis’ voice is barely above a whisper, but d’Artagnan hears it easily.

“No, no. Aramis. It’s summer. Remember just this morning we were all complaining about how hot it was already. And Athos,” d’Artagnan chuckles lightly, “Athos said the most words I think he’s ever uttered as he was describing the heat and humidity.”

“Hot?”

“Yes, Aramis.” A jolt of energy surges through him as Aramis seems to be finally show some sense of awareness.

“Don’t like the cold,” Aramis says again.

“I know.” Though Aramis has never said that directly until now, d’Artagnan has seen the marksman’s disdain for cold and chilly weather. Aramis starts muttering again and d’Artagnan sees that he’s losing what ground he’d gained.

“You don’t have to worry about the cold, right now, Aramis. Okay? Why don’t you tell me about how warm it is? You feel it don’t you? The stickiness?”

“Hmmm. Yes, it’s sticky. That’s good.”

“What else?”

“Hot.”

“Yeah, but what did Athos call it?”

“S… sweltering.”

D’Artagnan continues to prod Aramis with questions about the weather, watching as he slowly comes out of his waking nightmare.

[dreamingcloudie]

Helloooo for the 100+ follower special could you write 8 13 and 15 for Dottore please? Thank you <3

✨️Amidst The Snow, A Flower Bloomed✨️

✎ ❛❛ Why would I ask for something else when I can have you? ❜❜

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Prompts:

#8 - "I already have you, my greatest present."

#13 - "I don't need any gifts."

#15 - "I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you."

Pairings(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): None!

wc: ~1.6k

Notes: omg I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting 😭 It's already WAY past Christmas :')

I honestly have no idea if it I made the right choice to try something new for this fic while my mind was hazy 💀 I was hesitant to post this but I didn't want to discard something I worked hours on either. It felt like it gradually becomes a mess, my apologies. I'm still learning :')

P.s: If you want to, please feel free to send in another ask, I'll make it up to you with hopefully a better one 🥲

How do you grow a flower?

For a seed to grow into a stem, it needs to be coated in nutritious soil; for a stem to grow supple leaves, it needs to be watered daily; for sepals to release the caged delicate petals, it needs to bask in the warmth of the sun.

But how can one bloom all of the way, when it was buried deep amidst the baneful snow?

He, a man of enigma who scorned the skies, pledged to the Tsaritsa was his words to topple the heavens. A cruel harbinger who was known for his immoral ideology to create a mortal greater than the gods, naturally, none would dare to approach him.

But then you appeared.

You, so captivating, so vibrant, so full of colors and bright. Day by day, you’d unknowingly smitten him with your boisterous self. The way you’d laugh when he spilled coffee all over him; the way your brows would furrow in concentration as you worked on the task he gave you; the way your face would lit up when he brought up a topic you liked.

Just like a flower craved for the sun. He craved for you.

He was frustrated, his mind was constantly thinking of you. Only you. 

Just what have you done to him? Did you plant a parasite in his brain without him knowing? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure out what this anomaly was that plagued his mind.

In the sea full of Fatui staff who attended the annual banquet in celebration of Christmas, he couldn’t help but the sight of you laughing and talking with one of the other harbingers—Pantalone, left a bitter taste in his mouth. His hand that was gripping a glass of wine subconsciously tightened when the ninth landed a kiss on the back of your hand.

He was eventually broken out of his trance when his heart skipped a beat as a voice he knew all too well spoke.

“Hey, you okay?” 

You were just talking to Lord Pantalone about how he was going to go bankrupt if your boss kept on asking him for more funds when out of the corner of your eye, you could see Dottore was stiff, his hand shaking ever so slightly. So, as his loyal assistant, you decided to go check on him and excuse yourself from Pantalone.

Now you stood before his very eyes, they automatically moved up and down to take in your form. Oh how enthralling you looked, your Fatui uniform didn’t do you any justice. Thankfully, he had his mask on so you couldn’t see what he was doing.

After a few seconds of him staying silent, he managed to compose himself and gave you his infamous smirk.

“Why of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, Doctor. You just seem… tense today,” you told him.

Ah, he didn’t think you’d notice. Then again, you were the only assistant who could keep up with him. 

“Well, I suppose I’m not used to being in a venue filled with so many people,” he said, twirling the wine glass.

You were skeptical, but given that he was your superior, you didn’t question him.

"Let's move to the balcony then," you suggested. 

And he nodded, giving you his approval.

As the two of you navigated through the doors that lead to a balcony, the muffled sound of music coming from the ball room turned into a softer tune. 

Looking back at Dottore, you extended your hand to him and asked, "Shall we?"

You? Asking him to dance with you?

His breath hitched at your invitation.

Why were you making him feel like this?

He was taking too long to reply and you were eager to have this dance with him, so you put yourselves into a waltz position, without waiting for him.

"My, what a bold move. Since when were you the one to make decisions?" He said, trying to distract himself from how warm his face has gotten at the close proximity shared between you two. Even with his mask on, he was almost certain you could see it too.

"Well, Doctor, you've been working a lot lately and your shoulders are still tense. So I thought a little dance would help you lose up a little." You replied, putting one of your hands on his shoulder.

"Still, it was my call to make." Despite saying that, he didn't move his hand that was placed around your waist.

There the both of you swayed gently to the music. As you started at each other, it felt as if you were in a fairytale. With only the moon as your audiance and spolight, the charming prince and an elegant royalty danced to their heart's content.

He didn't even care about the pain that sent through his foot when you accidentally stepped on it, muttering an apology and smiling at him.

That smile... that darn smile that his mind wouldn't stop thinking of. How would it feel to wake up to that sight every morning?

Oh, what a foreign feeling it was.

He hated it. He hated that he loved it. He hated that he loved you.

Love...

So that's what it was.

Of all the feelings he could've felt, it had to be the one he had the least knowledge of. But it made him feel so warm. A warmth that he was addicted to.

As the two of you danced, you'd notice how his smirk turned into a content smile. 

What was he thinking? You wondered. 

"You're someone who's not fond of holidays, but here you are enjoying yourself," you teased.

"You're absolutely correct." He chuckled.

"I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you." He blurted out without thinking.

Upon hearing what he just said, the both of you froze.

Did… did he…?

He coughed, trying to break the awkward silence.

"I…pardon, I—"

"Dottore, do you really mean what you said?" 

Were you mad at him? He wouldn't doubt it if you were, who would want to love someone who was insane like him?

But his worries slowly melted away when you placed your hand on his cheek. Not once did you rush him, you just stood there and waited for him to say something. Anything.

And finally, he spoke.

"Of course." 

It was now or never.

He took both of your hands with his and brought it to his chest. You could feel just how fast his heart was beating.

"Of course I mean it, (Y/n), you make me feel… indescribable feelings. As much as I hate to admit it, I am unable to deduce as to why I feel this way. However, one thing I do know is that your existence simply entranced me and that I… I love you," he confessed, bringing your hands up to meet his lips.

"So, how would you like to do a little experiment with me? To explore these new feelings with me? Together?"

You were baffled, never in your wildest dreams would you ever thought he'd feel this way.

That he'd feel the same.

You were worried that your feelings for him would be unrequited. But here he was, a man you thought devoid of love, was standing right before you. Asking you to be his.

His stomach was starting to twist and turn at your lack of response, but it all ceased when you lifted his mask up enough to lean in and connect your lips with his.

His lips were softer than it looked, you thought. As you pulled away, you could feel the heat spreading on your cheeks and a silly grin made its way to your face. 

"I will take that you accepted my proposal then."

Before you was also a smiling Doctor, showing off his pointy teeth that you oh so adored as you giggled.

"Oh right! I almost forgot," you exclaimed, rummaging through your pocket. 

To your horror, you weren't able to find what you were looking for.

"Oh, no, no no." You were starting to panic now. Where was it?!

Facing Dottore once more, he could see you furrowed your eyebrows, your lips turned upside down. He was confused, however, as to why you were down.

“What's the matter, dear?”

“Since it was Christmas, I’ve prepared a present for you. But it looks like I’ve forgotten to bring it due to how busy I've been lately,” you explained. And you were looking forward to see his reaction too...

A present? Why would he want some objects that held no value to him when you finally became his? And what more could he ask for when you’ve already given him so much? 

He was once buried beneath the snow, but then you emerged from the horizons. With tenderness as your shovel, you dug your way through layers and layers of snow. And him, was the forlorn seed you found.

You, the radiant sun that shined the brightest in his sky. You, the inferno that melted the snow around him. You, the shield that protected him from harsh winds.

Haven't you done so much for him already?

Placing both of his hands on your cheeks.

“I don’t need any gifts.” He said, softly stroking your face.

“Do you know why?” Taking his mask off, he leaned his forehead against yours as you lost yourself in his mesmerizing crimson irises.

“I already have you, my greatest present.” 

With your tender care, up until this moment, a seed that everyone thought was fated to wilt in the snow.

Now, was a flower that finally bloomed.

[fluffyprettykitty]

resentment

Pairing: biker! Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1600 words

Outline: Sam always came around looking for one thing but this time he's gonna find out more than he ever thought he could.

Warnings: hate sex, rough play, swearing, toxicity, spit play, slapping, degradation, use of whore & slut, unprotective penetrative sex, ya know the usual stuff

Author’s Note: This is my entry for Missy's @saiyanprincessswanie 3.5K Challenge! Used the following: biker! au, the prompt, 'do you regret letting us end?' & hate sex. Missy congrats on your growing number of followers, your presence and work in the community are super important and you are such a delightful hard working person! wishing you the best always! Thanks to all you helped brainstorm with him for this fic <3

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

"You really wanna play like that?" Sam asks you, his breath hot on your neck his hands cupping your ass under your shorts in the quietness of the about-to-be-closed car wash.

Well, you would have closed up if your ex-boyfriend hadn't shown up, gold chain on his neck and a white shirt hanging so low all of his chest hair, and arms were exposed. He looked absolutely delicious, any girl would fall at his feet at a moment's notice.

But you weren't rolling like that. There was an argument. Your co-worker tried to defend you but you told her you could handle it and for her to check up on you in ten minutes through whispers and glares. She didn't want to see you in tears, you'd end up in tears anyway. Just not the kind she thought.

But then again not everyone was into what you wanted.

Ten minutes is a lot of time for famous local biker Sam Wilson. One of the most coveted men in California. And here he was pushing your body against the wall and his hand playing with the waistband of your shorts. Oh, how well does his hand fit right there?

"You don't want me here, sugar." He mused finally touching your bare skin that reacts to his touch familiarly. "You wish I'd just drop dead." He whistles playfully licking his tongue all over his bottom lip. You really wish you could remember what the original argument was about, but you know that's not important.

"I'm not that mean, Wilson." You roll your eyes and try to surpass the moan that wants so bad to get out as his large fingers discover your cotton panties. If you'd thought he'd be coming over today on all of the days, you might have worn something else...

"You really out here, entertaining other men."

"Didn't we break up?"

"Is this what you call breaking up?"

"You are only good for one thing, baby, focus on it." You snap back ready to talk the game when you need to.

"Oh is that how it is?"

"Yeah. I know why you're here. "

"So yesterday, late night, you didn't come with your little ugly boy to my club trying to provoke me?"

"Sam you have the only club down the coast."

"Excuses... excuses."

"Sam if I wanted to provoke you I'd fuck a dude right on your hood."

Something snapped inside him and Sam manhandles you in a way that has you now facing the wall, your back to him, a tight grip on your neck.

"Say that again." He whispers. "But mean it this time."

Well, it's not like you're going to hesitate at all.

"I would fuck a dude right under your nose. Maybe even on your bed., maybe I'd even send you pictures."

You know he's gonna see red, you want him to. He needs to stop coming down here where you work and act like this. You haven't been his for a while and it's a decision that was all his.

"I think that I am the only one willing to fuck your little tight ass. Look at it. Can barely hold a dick inside her even if she tried. C'mon who would wanna waste their time?"

To say that his degrading behavior didn't hurt your feelings or made you want to please him, even more, wanting to prove yourself to him, your own salvation, would be an understatement. His grip on your neck pressing your one cheek to the wall possessively has you reaching the most submissive state.

"Who could fuck you like that? Who could have your legs shaking with just three fingers inside the goddamn produce aisle? You fucking love your veggies, don't you, baby girl?"

A smack on your ass and this time you wail.

"Answer daddy. C'mon you remember how a girl can speak or is your stupid brain getting too hazy at the prospect of getting dick. Always such a dumb look on your face, eyes wide and bright begging to get filled like the little pathetic whore that you are. Tell me does your daddy know that the pretty little girl he raised has turned into nothing but a cum storage?"

You have to reply, you are fighting the urge to submit to his command and you master your courage. "F-fuck you, Sam! Anyone can fuck me, your big dick ain't that special."

"Oh. How about you repeat that after I shove it inside you."

"Won't change my mind."

"But you want it inside you."

"You want it more, Sammy, don't fool yourself."

"Only as long as you do, princess."

"Erik fucked me so good last night, cum was dripping down my thigh. I don't need your cock to fuck me good."

You think that would break him, that he'd made him rip your panties and fuck you senseless and your coworker would come inside to find you screaming and shaking. But Sam knows when you lie. Or maybe he stalked you a little.

"Erik sounds like he knows how to fuck a slut. Wanna show me how you fucked him? Wanna show him how you bounced on his cock begging that it was mine?"

"N-no!" You protest and try to look back at him even though it's not an easy task.

"He asked me on a date, something you've never done."

There is silence. Sam expected a lot of things but not this. His grip gets loose and finally, you turn around as his fingers slip from your skin, your mouths breathing air across each other.

Then his lips crush yours and you use your hands trying to push him off of you but you are happy he is finally setting himself loose. His hand finds your panties pushing them to the side, just to use his calloused fingers to touch your skin and amuse himself at your wetness.

But you wanna play. He deserves it.

So you slap him on the face as he lets go of the kiss and he is confused for a split second before he is slapping you back and crushing your lips together again. It excites you, your legs wrap around him as your hands wrap around his neck and he is fumbling with his low-cut jeans.

"You are really bad at holding in your excitement. Look at how wet you are, pathetic. You want me to believe a man fucked you last night? Baby your pussy speaks a different story."

"She just like getting fucked, doesn't matter whose cock is filling it."

And his cock is out, standing firm in attention, getting stroked a few times with his hand and his spit over it, the sheer sight always making you feral, and then it's inside you, breaching your velvet walls. He is pushing your body against the wall, the bright lights from the open sign illuminating your body. He is rough, he is precise, he is truly running out of time.

"If that's how it is. Maybe I don't need to look at your ungrateful face." He chuckles before he is slipping out of you and pushes your body to the floor you are scrambling to get steady on your knees as his body shields yours and he pushes his cock inside again. Fitting right where it should be. His hands are over yours, his hips moving against your body almost hatefully, aggressively, and possessively.

He fucked you like an object, his object, his to break, his to mend.

Smacks on your ass become more stingy as your hands can barely hold up as he almost stands up now, fucking your body so viciously. He wanted to break you, to make you admit, what you felt for him, hatred, passion, love, something, you must have felt something for him and he is gonna take it out of you.

When his fingers play with your clit, you cum instantly screaming his name and when he finishes he does so without stopping, just keep going pushing his cum right back inside you until he twisted you around again. Loose shirt hanging off his shoulders, chain dinging over your face, his face covered in sweat, his jeans rolled around his ankles. No boxers ever. Your shirt not moved at all, your shorts and panties pushed to the side, just enough to give him access to your holes.

"Did Erik fuck you like that?" He might seem confident cause he knows you haven't actually done that but you know exactly how to make him cry.

"He took my hand, dressed me up and showed me off to the world. Unlike you."

Now you weren't lying. He was a gentleman and after the club, he left you at home and asked to come to pick you up on Sunday for a little beach trip. Sam was tied to his city. Sam never went anywhere.

"This is my home."

"It's not mine though, Sam. One day I will move away, and I need someone to come with me. I can't be tied like this."

He finally snaps holds your chin up with his large hand and his dark chocolate eyes meet yours.

"Do you regret letting us end?"

The moment would have been oh so romantic if it wasn't for that stupid cocky smirk appearing on his face. Without hesitation you shake your head negatively.

There is no end to this. There can never be.

"Have we really ended?"

"Guess not."

"Guess not."

Maybe if you picked it right at the start you could meet each other half way but for now you had to deal with the screech coming from your friend's mouth.

There is no ending for people who never truly started is there?

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[denim-mixtapes]

Recovering from sunburn with Steve 👀👀

Thank u bby <3 Cute lil domestic moments with slightly bitchy Steve, about 600 words, no gendered terms for reader, but it is referenced that they wear heels!

Send me your fav summer traditions or prompts and I’ll write you a lil blurb!

It would be humorous watching Steve move about your vacation rental if you couldn’t tell how much pain every step was causing him. The slow, practiced steps, a wince with each one. The low, squatting stance. Arms held carefully stiff and away from his body. Despite his pain, the resemblance to Yosemite Sam still pulls a discreet giggle from your throat. 

“Yeah, laugh it up now,” he grits, finally reaching the couch and eyeballing it cautiously. Eventually he decides that his desire to get off of his feet beats out the fear of contact and sits gingerly on the cushion. If anything, you hope that the cool leather is soothing against the hot, angry sunburn. Finally situated in a somewhat comfortable position, he fixes a playful glare on you and continues, “but when you get a little tipsy at dinner or your feet start hurting in your heels later, guess who won’t be able to carry you back to the car. Sunburnt Steve, that’s who. You’re on your own, kid.”

“Hey!” You protest, lifting a hand to playfully smack him in the chest, but think twice and opt for a pout instead. “It’s not my fault you fell asleep on the beach! And I would never count on you to-” His dry stare, heavy head rolling against the back of the couch, is enough to stop you in your tracks. It’s true, he’s carried or piggy-backed you back to the car on more than one occasion throughout your relationship, more times than ever since you arrived at your beach vacation with the gang just a few days ago. You both share a chuckle at his accusation, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of his skin and there is a hesitance to his laugh. You do feel bad for him after all, so you tell him to sit tight and head to the bathroom to seek out a first aid kit. The little packets of aloe provided aren’t going to fix everything, but it’s a start at least, and you make a note to buy more on your way to dinner tonight. Back in the living area, you gesture for Steve to lean forward and say, “alright, Harrington, shirt off, c’mon.”

He does as requested, but not without comment. 

“Whoa, babe, I mean I’m flattered but I don’t think I’m in any state to-” 

“You want this aloe or not?” You interrupt with a cheeky smile and roll your eyes. 

“Yes please.” 

Taking a seat back on the couch, you gesture for him to settle in between your legs, which he does with a little bit of struggle. Wasting no time, you work the gel into the angriest patches of his skin, the tension melting from him as you do. He’s putty in your hands as you try to soothe the sting of his burn, working the aloe into sharp shoulders, down toned biceps and over taut pecs. By the time you’ve finished with your impromptu massage, his head lolls into your lap with a relaxed sigh. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss into your exposed thigh, just below the denim hem of your shorts. The ghost of his laugh tickles the sensitive skin there when he adds, “I take it back, I’ll suffer the pain to carry you ‘round tonight.”

You hum, threatening your fingers into his hair to tilt his gaze up at you. “You don't have to,” you coo, bending your back at an odd angle for a quick upside-down Spiderman kiss. “I’ll just be in pain with you.” 

He rolls his eyes, “how romantic.”

[i984]

Signing off...

Hello! I want to start this post by telling you guys something really interesting...

Tl;dr: I'm taking a break for a month due to severe stress and performance anxiety, plus college and work is kicking me in the arse, but do send requests and prompts in because I need to write them FLUFF to get rid of the stress. Love ya!

So a month ago I stumbled upon a really amazing writer here on tumblr dearest, and I immediately fell in love with their work. It was so well written, and I couldn't comprehend the fact that it was the first ever story they've ever written and they wrote it under such circumstances that if I were to be put in their position, I can guarantee I wouldn't even be able to string a coherent sentence.

Anyway, that really got me thinking.

It's been two months since I first started writing, and revisiting old works of mine reveals something along the lines of "I'm not improving," and "I'm not creative."

It's been a problem I seem to notice, is that I struggle a lot with characterization (ESPECIALLY this) and pacing, among other things that makes me view my works mostly as blegh.

I know comparing is probably not the best way to develop, and I wouldn't say I'm envious of people's talents (because it's obvious some people are just so great at stuff lmao) but it's more like I'm disappointed in myself I guess(?)

In the collective 20 works that I've published over the two months, I still can't fully grasp what works and what doesn't with the Fandom, and I can't quite identify nor fix the problems in my writings. Combined with the burn out, this makes writing a very painful process for me even though I really want to enjoy it.

I rely very heavily on external validations and to see that in the midst of the dead Fandom (when compared to when it's at its peak), people can still garner almost 1k notes in the span of a week (and I can see why it's very well loved), posting here just makes me so stressed when I shouldn't even be.

It got so bad to the point I have trouble breathing every time I think about writing, and although now it doesn't happen as often, the performance anxiety is pretty much there.

Work, as well as college too has been a pretty great contributor for my stress and to put writing on top of that is just excruciating for me.

And that's why I'm taking a break!

It'll probably a month break like how I've stated in previous post, because it's become apparent I need rest LMAO

Thank you so much for the support you guys have shown and sent my way, I want to say that I really appreciate it! Honestly I wouldn't get this far without you guys, I love you so much!

I've set some reblogs for other creator's works while I'm gone, because I've been meaning to read but I just haven't found the opportunity for it. People here make such great works <3

If you guys have any requests, PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO SEND THEM IN. I know this might feel contradictory but as I pointed out, I'm not really imaginative or creative, and I really want to write things, but most of the time I cant come up with anything or what I think is good isn't what you guys want (I know I still have a bunch of requests sitting around, but like I said I write when inspiration struck me).

So yes, send requests in so that I can do some writing during the break, and hopefully come back with a bunch of requests already done and ready to post!

Also, if you guys make it this far, I've got a surprise for you which is I'm finally trying to work on the series I've been planning to do since January HAHA! We'll have to see where it takes me but right now I have so much ideas running around in my brain and not enough waking hour in the day to develop and write it.

How do you guys feel about lord crime v.s. master detective trope BECAUSE I AM CRAZY ABOUT IT.

I'll see you guys when I do :) Love you! ❤

Special thanks to:

@missmonsters2 and @robiin-buckley for being the people who literally BURNS my heart with the desire and give me the courage to write, I wouldn’t be here without you 🥺💘

@ocyrus for being my first ever anon, I cannot stress how much I owe you <3

@tulipsbymybed for hyping me up when I first started and when I thought my work is a shitshow.

@vorsdanysstuff for being the first person to reblog my stuff and says some very very nice things about it and gave me more confidence to write, and also. For finding me and being the love of my life. I treasure you with my whole being.

@wol-fica for feeding me with cat pictures and being my lovely wife who misses me when I'm gone and makes picrews of us together, I love you so much 💓

@maryannecrimsworth for noticing my username and for loving my blogs questionable aesthetic, and for talking to me about dystopia and being my favorite lil bro!

@cursedchar for being the awkward mutual at first but now we spew chaos every where and every time we talk and interact. Honestly, you bring the wild side in me out to the world. Still hate your angsty stuff tho.

@tundra1029 FOR BEING THE ICON THAT GIVES GOOD ASS AMAZING PROMPTS and being a super lovely person and a great writer, I love you buddy <3

@alexkolax for well. You know me the most out of everyone in this site. My respect and trust for you is through the roof and cannot be expressed with mere words. Thank you for being here, Lex.

@ricosnumber1fan for being there in most of my works. I still think about you and scroll through your comments and reblogs. You're the best (second to sourdough tho).

@theflamboyantshadow for always leaving amazing comments under my posts, you are the sweetest person ever and I really wish you a great fucking life. Love you.

@iamnicodemus for writing that dragon Wednesday fic... and LEAVING THE MOST FLATTERING REBLOGS. ILYSM AND. you always make me smile when I think of you LMAO

@literally everybody else who've single handedly kept me alive and well on this site, I appreciate all your little asks, reblogs, comments, likes, and just UGH my heart aches for every single one of you.

Pray I return soon.

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Steamy Prompt List #1

So Ive been thinking of finally doing one of these. And I came up with a few that I think could turn into some steamy fics.

If you want, send in some ships and/or x reader ideas if you want me to write them!

If love for f1/f2 drivers, motogp/moto2 riders, tennis players, football players or actors, singers etc.

Please dont hesitate to ask me if you arent sure about certain pairings.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Let's make a bet: loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

"I can't believe we're doing this, but I don't want to stop."

"I thought we were just friends... until now."

"I dare you to kiss me like you mean it."

"You're trouble, but I can't resist."

"No one has ever touched me like that before."

"Close your eyes and count to ten. I have a surprise for you."

"This wasn't part of the plan, but I'm not complaining."

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you planning to kiss me?"

"Let's skip the small talk and get straight to what we both want."

"I know we shouldn't, but I can't resist touching you."

"You make me forget about everything else."

"The way you're staring is making it hard to concentrate."

"I never knew a simple touch could send shivers down my spine."

"We should stop... but I don't want to..."

"I've been imagining this moment since the day we met."

Feel free to hit me up or use these! If you want to add something, do that!

[hihimissamericanbi]

celineeeeee gimme that lost in the woods prompt PLEASE 😌

Help all i can think about is the song from Frozen II why did i do this to myself ok.

Again, this got out of hand and is very stream of consciousness so, under the cut we go.

I apologize because i don't think you are a drarry girlie but to me, this has auror partners harry and draco with a draco POV and he is so pining and pathetic written all over it. we get a very brief setup where we as readers can TOTALLY tell harry likes him back, but Draco is just too wet kitteh to see it.

The mission goes wrong, it's very scary, harry does his big protective powerful harry bit that makes draco's knees weak, but now they are lost and wandless and it's getting dark. harry is powerful and is able to at least transfigure some sort of shelter and blankets and conjure small fire with wandless magic, but a proper heating charm won't hold without a wand. they need to camp out for the night until they can figure out a way to make contact with the ministry.

well, harry tells draco, very blunt and matter of fact, they need to sleep naked and under the covers together so they don't die of hypothermia. harry is a survivor, he kinda goes on autopilot, and draco thinks this means nothing to harry whereas he, draco, is FREAKING THE FUCK OUT over here. he can't believe his eyes as he watches the savior strip all the way down until he's nothing by miles of bare skin, glowing golden in the firelight, cut abs and thick thighs and body hair and battle scars and oh my salazar look at that COCK that draco wants to worship. harry holds eye contact the whole time, and is there something heated in that gaze beyond just the urgency of "do this so we don't die"? Draco strips and harry's eyes track down his naked body and back up. Draco has to use every ounce of energy he has left not to let his dick jump the way it wants to under harry's gaze.

They slide under the covers, shivering, panting from the cold. the fire crackles and draco can hear every inhale, exhale from the man mere inches from him, naked and glorious and everything he's ever wanted.

They stiffly bid each other goodnight, but when draco turns away, harry spoons up behind him.

draco freezes. "potter, what---"

"i told you, we need skin-to-skin contact to preserve body heat."

draco is so so glad he's not the one spooning harry, or harry would be getting jabbed in the ass by Draco's very eager erection rn.

he feels harry's warm breaths on his neck, holds himself painfully still, trying not to mess this up, this one opportunity he has to be in harry's arms. Pretend, just for a moment, that it means something.

harry snakes a hand around draco's torso until he has Draco's pale hand clasped gently in his own.

"I must not tell lies" glows in sharp relief against the dying yellow flames.

Draco feels a soft kiss pressed to the back of his neck, so gentle, almost hesitant.

"Potter?" malfoy squeaks

potter sighs, sending more heat ghosting across draco's skin, making him shiver. "i just. i just want to protect you. and today, i thought... nevermind."

"no, what?"

"Today i thought i'd lost you, and when we made it out of there by some miracle, i realized i did not want to go another day without telling you"

Draco strokes him thumb over the raised marks of the scars on the back of harry's hand

"tell me what?" draco whispers.

Harry holds draco tighter, rolls him over to his back so harry is propped up over him. his eyes are so green and fierce and in that moment, draco knows, and feels it in his body, and in harry's body as they both finally let themselves give in to what they want, let their bodies show their desire, cocks hardening against their thighs, pulse racing, skin aflame everywhere they touch...

Harry brushes a lock of hair from Draco's face.

"I want you." He licks his lips, breathes. "I want all of you. I'm fucking greedy and i know it and i'm not sorry but. i want every single piece of you, draco malfoy, inside and out. please. please, won't you let me show you?"

Draco can only gasp, words entirely stuck in his throat

"please, i'll make you feel so good. let me fuck you. let me, please, i need," the words are pressed into the crook of draco's neck, soft, wet kisses pressed between each one, "I need to make you feel half of what i feel."

Harry Potter, needy and begging.

"Oh, my darling," draco can only sigh. "Don't you know?" he pulls harry up, licks slowly and purposefully into his mouth, lets their kiss fill them both up until they are floating over darkened treetops. "I'm already yours."

~~

oops looks like i forgot the smut ok they fuck hot and slow and it's really intense. harry blows draco first because he wasn't kidding when he said he wanted nothing more than to make draco feel good (he's a service top like his daddy) and then harry opens draco up on his fingers and turns him over and pushes inside with draco completely prone beneath him, harry draped entirely over every inch of his body like he can press his whole self inside draco and live there the rest of his life.

they drift off, wake up, fuck again in the dark, then the next time they open their eyes it's to find Weasley's freckled face leaning over them, haloed in the bright morning light filtering through the trees, and saying "oh thank merlin."

harry: "yeah, thank merlin you found us."

ron: "no, thank merlin you both finally got together. we knew where you were the whole time, but hermione thought it would be prudent to see where the night took you before dragging you both home. cheers to what looks like a very successful night!"

[cilil]

What you said in the server 3 minutes ago.

Bagginshield.

Postcards.

Bracelets.

Summer Stories

AN: Alright then. Let's try out something new🧡

Prompt: Postcards | Bilbo x Thorin Synopsis: [Modern AU; Thorin is in a band] Bilbo is back home after joining his boyfriend on his last tour. Thorin sends him a special gift to celebrate. Warnings: /

It's good to be home.

Bilbo hums to himself as he waters the flowers in his garden, relieved to see that none of them seems to have been neglected too badly in the weeks of his absence. 

Except...

He sits down in the grass once his work is complete, his watering can resting on his lap. 

I miss Thorin.

Oh, how he loves that stubborn, temperamental, tough, awkward and utterly gorgeous man for bringing chaos and joy into his life – well, admittedly not so much the chaos, he's never exactly been the spontaneous type, but they're patient with one another, and with Thorin by his side, he feels like many things that used to be daunting for him are much easier now. 

Thorin is part of a rock band, and to this day Bilbo can't help chuckling a little whenever he remembers how he, Bilbo Baggins, who has been called everything from boring to bourgeois by most band members throughout the early days of his and Thorin's relationship, has unexpectedly and inevitably become a part of this life. He smiles to himself as he remembers how Thorin asked him - or rather begged him, due to his own stubbornness – to join him on his last tour. Bilbo gave in eventually, swayed by his boyfriend's earnest attempts at helping him pack and plan and making sure he was comfortable throughout the whole ordeal. 

Admittedly, he has never liked travelling. He has been on vacations before, naturally, but he's always found it to be rather stressful – so many things to organise, so much to worry about. How some people are able to just hit the road without meticulously having planned everything has always been a mystery to Bilbo. 

But for Thorin he wanted to try, wanted to show him that he too can adapt and go outside of his comfort zone, and he never imagined it could be so fun. Chatting and joking around with Thorin and others, taking breaks in-between gigs for some sightseeing and couple activities, enjoying each and every performance and after-party – including the time Thorin surprised him with a song written for him that left Bilbo speechless, blushing like crazy in public and utterly smitten by him – and becoming part of the group... it made Bilbo feel more alive than ever before. 

The telltale sound of his mailbox interrupts his spontaneous bout of reminiscence, and he sets aside the watering can to investigate. 

To his surprise, he finds a cute postcard depicting a seal with a funny hat and a little gift box attached to it.  

"Hey Bilbo,

hope you're doing well and enjoying home.

We're currently on our way to the Grey Havens Festival and things seem to be going alright so far. Wish us luck – this'll be a big gig. Can't wait!

I decided to get you something to celebrate our last tour and many more to come. Hope you like it!

Love, Thorin

P.S.: I don't know how to write postcards, but I remember you said you love getting them so I tried my best."

Bilbo holds the card close to his chest after reading, a huge smile lighting up his features. 

He remembered-!

They call and text each other regularly of course, but Bilbo has a certain faible for some things people consider to be old-fashioned these days, and postcards are one of them. 

Curious and excited, he swiftly opens the gift box and finds a seashell bracelet and a small note inside, reading "For my brave boyfriend who made our last tour the best of my life". 

Bilbo puts the bracelet on without hesitation, practically glowing with pride. It's one of the sweetest and most thoughtful gifts he's ever received, and he already can't wait to add the card to his cherished picture wall and take pictures for Thorin. 

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider liking and reblogging! ♡

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