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Do you write for DiNozzo?
Yes I do!
Can you tell us some of requests you working on?
Hello! Of course!
Desktop website: upper left hand corner there is a small pink icon with a pencil, the current stories in progress will be there.
For all my mobile users out there: I am currently writing for Gibbs and Pride as of now,
I have some AP tests coming up in a week so it’s a little slow right now I’m sorry I’ll do my best.
Ahh! I just found your account and I read your mycroft fanfics and omg! They’re both so sweet! I love them! I can honestly say they made my night! You stay true to mycroft’s character, while adding a sweeter level to his personality which is missing from a lot of other mycroft fics. It something that takes your writing to a whole other level! Thank you so much for being so amazing!
You’re so sweet omg thank you! It brightens my day and inspires me to keep going. I really appreciate you taking the time to leave a message. I love all of you <3 I always try to keep the language and actions as close to the character as I can and I’m so happy readers notice this.
Do you write for NCIS LA??
Hello! I am still relatively new to the NCIS LA forum but i can do my best :) Thanks for the ask <3
Cold (Hotch Drabble #1)
Author’s Note: You guys don’t understand I literally just threw my stuff down and started writing because this popped in my head. Dedicated to @dontshootmespence an amazing writer who inspired me to start my own blog thank you for being an amazing person <3
You shifted slightly in the bed shivering, and wrinkled your nose. The lack of warmth caused you to pout and you blinked slowly. Aaron was quietly snoring a little ways away. Shuffling towards him you poked his cheek gently. A hum passed his lips but he didn’t stir. Poking his chest a few times he opened an eye lazily and turned to you arching a brow in a silent question. Opening both of your arms, you smiled, “Cold…”
The corner of the agent’s mouth turned up and he moved closer, even in a half-asleep state you were adorable. Snuggling into his arms, you breathed in his scent and basked in his body heat. He looked down and softly chuckled, you were asleep again. His chin rested on the crown of your head and he felt the puffs of your breath against his skin. After a long day, no matter the horror he might’ve seen, feeling you here next to him brought a sense of calm. Your legs tangled with his unconsciously and nuzzling your hair, he let his eyes close, relaxing into you. Maybe it was the way you fit so perfectly together. The way your arms would circle around his body. The little words you’d mumble unconsciously. Or maybe it was everything, whatever it was it brought him back. You were his rock. His solace in the chaos around him. His person. And neither of you would’ve had it any other way.
NCIS / NCIS NOLA Masterlist
Dwayne Pride
Before Cases (Pride Drabble #1)
Shirts (Pride Drabble #2)
Always (Pride x Reader)
Really (Pride x Reader)
Lasalle
Dark Nights (Lasalle x Reader)
Better (Lasalle x Reader)
Gibbs
Heat (Gibbs x Reader)
BBC Sherlock Masterlist
Sherlock
Not So Simple (Sherlock x Reader)
Words (Sherlock x Reader Drabble #1)
John
Sweater Weather (John x Reader)
Little Moments (John x Reader)
Breath (John x Reader)
Mycroft
Just a Tad Sweeter (Mycroft x Reader)
It’s Beautiful (Mycroft x Reader)
Johnlock
What Boredom Leads To (John x Sherlock)
A Different Kind of Relief (John x Sherlock)
Morning kisses for Dwayne Pride
Here you go love, let me know what you think :D
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Always
Request: Morning kisses for Dwayne Pride
Author’s Note: A mix of sweet and a tad bit of emotion
GIF: @of-badges-and-guns (This one is dedicated to you beautiful <3)
Mornings were often fast paced, a jumble of mugs, papers, and clothing, of rushing, quick pecks, and mumbled “I love you’s”. But something today made you slow down, maybe it was the way the light filtered in and dappled on his silver hair or the peace on his face when he slept. You found yourself drawn to the man beside you, sitting up on your side, you tentatively touched the side of his face near his hairline. His skin felt warm under your fingers, and he looked so relaxed with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes fluttering every once in awhile. The back of your hand brushed his cheek and followed his jawline, admiring the contours of his face. You rested your head on the pillow next to him while your fingers trailed down to his collarbone.
Feeling a calloused palm move around your waist, Dwayne pulled you closer. He brushed lock of hair behind your ear as his lips grazed gently your temple and you stared into his eyes; half-lidded with sleep. He leaned in to kiss you softly and you felt him smile and murmur against your mouth, “Good morning.” Pride’s voice was deep, laced with slumber.
“Good morning,” you replied, the corner of your own mouth turning up. Legs tangled together underneath the sheets and Dwayne’s thumb brushed back and forth on your hip; he intertwined his hand with yours and brought it to his lips, kissing the tip of each finger.
You wished you could spend every morning like this, but they were a luxury few and far between. He put his life on the line every day, he knew that… you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from falling for him and you didn’t want to lose him.
“What you thinking about darling?” he asked.
“Nothing. Just worried about you, I’m scared one day you won’t come home,” you buried your face into his neck, Pride rubbed circles on your back and held you close.
“Sweetheart you never have to worry. Because there isn’t a thing in the world that could pull me away from you.”
Moving back Dwayne tilted your chin to look into your eyes, smiling softly, “I will always come home.” He pressed your hand to his chest, not looking away for a moment, his heart beat against your palm, “Always.”
Heat
Request: Gibbs + After sex kisses
Author’s Note: Implied smut! Let me know what you think and send in requests I love writing for Gibbs :)
GIF: @of-badges-and-guns (Thank you for the gif <3)
The sheets felt strangely cold on your body and Jethro was slightly panting as you both basked in the afterglow. His skin was hot and you were flushed, just as warm and you felt him chuckle as he watched you shrink away from the blanket and snuggle into his arms. The agent was relaxed, studying your face with a small smile, he ran his hand through his hair, tidying its messy aftersex look before dipping down to kiss your shoulder.
Gibbs + After sex kisses
Thank you for the request love :D Please tell me if you liked it
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Kisses I want to write about:
Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).
Really (Pride x Reader)
Author’s Note: Just sweet fluff I got inspired to write. Requests are slowly being written I appreciate your patience
GIF: @of-badges-and-guns (Thank you for the gif, I hope you like this story <3)
The sound of Pride’s phone registered vaguely in the back of your mind and you unconsciously snuggled into his chest, burying yourself in the warm covers. Hearing it ring again you patted Dwayne’s arm, “Honey… “
A sleepy hum vibrated through him, causing you to smile softly. “Your phone,” you whispered.
“If we pretend it’s not there it’ll go away,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you tighter.
You laughed and turned to pick it up before settling in his arms and kissing him on the nose, he grumbled and accepted it, “Pride.”
He grunted into the phone while his fingers ran along your thighs, he let out a sigh as you stood up and left the bedroom. Leaning back on the headrest, he nodded a few times, “Send me the case files, I’ll start reviewing them.” King hung up just as you strolled back in, carrying two mugs with papers tucked under your arm. Sending a tired grin your way, he took the cup of coffee gratefully and kissed your cheek.
“Ready?” you asked, sitting cross legged and laying a few of the documents onto the sheets.
Dwayne sat across from you running a hand down his face, “Now that you’re here and we have coffee… yea.”
You studied the photos while Pride skimmed the reports, exchanging articles and making comments every so often. A few hours passed and you found yourself sitting in his lap as you glanced at the suspect’s rap sheet. A groan left your lips when you realized you had run out of coffee again, you felt a chuckle rumble through Pride.
“I’ll get some more,” he said pecking your forehead. He scooted off the mattress and made his way downstairs, as he waited for the coffeemaker Pride tiredly rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He noticed the clock in the kitchen. 4 AM. Had you both been at this for five hours already? The beep of the machine interrupted his thinking. Pouring the black liquid into the mugs the agent started back upstairs.
The corners of your lips turned up when you heard the creak of the floorboards, you looked up from where you sat on the edge of the bed. Pride bent down and handed you the warm cup, you yawned and smiled while running a hand through his silver hair, playing with the strands. As he enjoyed the comfort of your touch his mind wandered again. You’d been running around with him since seven in the morning yesterday till eight at night and even when you were woken up a few hours after falling asleep exhausted next to him you were loving and patient, staying up and working together. He suddenly moved back causing you to stop and blink in surprise, mumbling your name, taking your hands he knelt down, “Let’s get married.”
“Really Dwayne? What are you talking about?” you asked, a soft laugh escaping your lips.
“Really,” he answered, he was on one knee staring into your eyes. “I realized how lucky I was, it’s 4:10 in the morning, there’s dozens of case files on the bed, we’re running on coffee… but you’re still here and God I love you. So will you marry me?”
Dwayne’s fingers came up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his face a whisper away, and you looked into his eyes, “Yes.” Your hand came up behind his neck to pull him towards you onto the mattress , kissing him; he felt warm against your body and you tasted sweet against his lips. You were breathless, your hands linked around Pride’s neck as his arms supported his weight above you and he stared into your eyes, “I love you,” you murmured.
His fingers caressed your skin and he started to gather the files. “Finish tomorrow?” he asked.
“It is tomorrow.”
He smirked and you reached across his torso, stacking the rest of the papers onto the nightstand next to him, you snuggled into his chest and he rested his chin on your head. “Then good morning Mrs. Pride.”
“Good morning Mr. Pride,” you replied. Dwayne laughed and lifted the blanket, covering the both of you, he drifted off to sleep, knowing he was the luckiest man in the world.
Could you do an awake at 2am moodboard? Like blue lights and open windows. If that makes sense. If not, totally understand :) thank you!
Love the idea thanks for the request. Hope this is what you were looking for
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2 AM Moodboard Aesthetics
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would you do "being in a relationship with" moodboards?
Of course! As long as the ask has enough details I can do mood boards, drabbles, and preferences/descriptions
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