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HI QUINN🫶 how are you? i just wanna know if your requests are open? i didn’t wanna request anything incase your requests were closed as i don’t want to seem rude or disrespect you😓 but if so, can i pls request smth??
sending lots of love and take care🫶🫶
hi dear, my inbox is always open to new ideas and filthy thoughts. but unfortunately im super super busy atm. dw sweetness I wouldn't feel disrespected if you sent it!
that being said, send it, I'll have a look, and maybe, if you're comfortable, send me your user so I can message you privately on my thoughts and maybe a POA for a new fic
lots of love
he’s the kind of man who sniffs your panties when you’re away. you’re gone for a week, family stuff out of town, and he’s restless. the apartment feels wrong without you. too quiet, too clean, too still. he can’t sleep. the sheets still smell faintly like you, but it’s fading, and it drives him insane. so he goes to your drawer, hesitates for half a second, and gives in. he presses the lace to his face, breathes you I, perfume, warmth, sweat, you. it’s pathetic, he knows, but it’s the only thing that keeps him grounded.
he’s the kind of man who leaves work the second you text him. doesn’t matter what it says — miss you, what are you doing, even a picture of your lunch. he’s gone. his coworkers roll their eyes when he packs up early again, but he doesn’t care. he’d rather sit across from you for ten minutes than spend the whole day pretending anything else matters.
he’s the kind of man who knows you know more than you let on. you’re clever — that’s what drew him in. but it also scares him. sometimes you look at him too long, ask questions too carefully, and he feels that flicker of panic in his chest. maybe you’ve noticed the bruised knuckles. maybe you’ve pieced together that every guy who disrespected you somehow ended up bloodied or missing a tooth. maybe you don’t say anything because part of you understands. part of you likes it.
he’s the kind of man who reads you like a book. “shit,” he mutters when he sees that look — the one where your brows furrow, where you’re trying to figure out what he’s hiding. he told you he cancelled lunch because of a work emergency. truth was, he was cleaning himself up after teaching your ex a lesson he won’t forget. you assumed he didn’t want to see you. in reality, he didn’t want you to see the blood on his knuckles.
he’s the kind of man who’s protective to a fault. “baby, i’m fine, i promise. just lunch with my mom,” you smile before hanging up and continuing your conversation with your mom, he’s already nearby, making sure you're really safe. the waiter laughs a little too loud at your joke, leans in too close, and his whole body tenses. he grips his glass so hard it nearly cracks. he tells himself to breathe, to stay seated, to not make a scene. but if that guy touches you again, he’s not sure he’ll be able to stop himself.
he’s the kind of man who loves quiet domesticity. mornings with you are his favorite thing, coffee brewing, sunlight spilling over the counter, you in one of his shirts. he’ll read the news while you hum to yourself, sometimes reaching over just to touch you, just to remind himself you’re real. he likes pretending this is all he’s ever wanted, a home, a routine, a life where love isn’t a battlefield.
he’s the kind of man who's aftercare crazy. when it’s over, when the storm of you settles, he’s gentle, tracing patterns on your skin, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder, whispering, “i don’t deserve you.” you fall asleep in his arms, and he stays awake just to watch. in the dim light, you look untouchable, like something he could never earn but will spend his whole life protecting anyway.
he’s the kind of man who loves watching you read, especially after sex. you curl up beside him, one of the books he recommended open in your hands, hair still messy from his fingers. he can’t look away. the sight of you, calm, safe, content, makes something in him ache. and in that moment, he convinces himself this is love. not obsession, not control. love. the kind that justifies everything he’s done, everything he’s still willing to do, as long as it means keeping you his.
he’s the kind of man who’s obsessively attentive.. every sound you make, every breath, every tiny shift in your body, he notices. he memorizes. he knows how to make you shiver, how to pull a sigh from your lips, how to make you melt. he studies you like scripture, repeats what works like ritual. you are the only thing that quiets the chaos in his head.
he's the kind of man who eats you out like it's his life goal. watching you writhe beneath him, chest heaving, your fingers tangled in his hair as you whisper breathless praises. he loves helping you calm down, making sure the stress of the day doesn't follow you to sleep. "baby, I can't right now. i need to finish that... tha- thing." you loose your trail of thought as he makes you lay down on the bed, your skirt now around your hips. "that's tomorrow's problem sweetheart."
he's the kind of older!man who looses his mind at how experienced you are. "sweetheart... you know you don't have to if you don't want to, right?" he looks down at you with dilated pupils as you get on your knees, you're already licking your lips as you unbuckle his pants. he knows you're not inexperienced per se but he doesn't know how much you love wrapping your plump lips around his cock, and he soon realises how much he loves it too. sooner or later, he looses control and begins to fuck himself down your throat, you're taking him so well, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he feels this overwhelming sense of pride in you.
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Me because I wanted to participate in kinktober but I forget to plan and write it all
R u not writing for tim bradford anymorz?
i am but i'd like to explore some more characters ♡♡
next fic!!!
rick grimes
dean winchester
beau arlen
guys... can I come back? maybe with some rick grimes, dean winchester or beau arlen?
hey!!!! could you please do one where the reader is friends with Stefan and Elena and it's like a bsf brother kinda thing? 🤎
Sweet Secrets
damon salvatore x reader
Hi! I know this is super short but quality over quantity right... jk I hope you liked this and feel free to leave more suggestions♡♡. I'm still getting used to writing again but if anyone's interested in more of my work you can find it on @justjasminne (my old account)
You hadn't given thought to the fact that Damon Salvatore had been completely in love with you. All you knew was that you two often sneaked around on "escapades".
You straddle Damon's lap on the couch, his legs spread wide open and his hips bucking up into you every few seconds. Your panties grew wetter by the second. His tongue danced on the skin of your neck feeling your pulse beneath it, resisting his urge, Damon found his lips against yours. Licking your bottom lip between kisses.
His hands grip your ass, grinding you against his hard cock beneath his jeans. You slip a moan into his ear as you feel his cock on your soaked cunt, which drives him crazy.
You feel yourself cum on him. Your back arches and you let out a moan. "Fuck." Damon says with a grunt.
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tags: @enchantedlov3r @quinnsdesk (ask box if u wanna be added) ♡
taylor swift's new album includes the lyric "did you girlboss too close to the sun" and rolling stone gave it a 5/5. post your bad art
"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"
took these screenshots then realised everyone needs to see these as well............
hi pookies!
i know i haven't posted in a while, and i'm sure you were hoping this post would've been a new fic.
unfortunately, you've been cockblocked.
first and foremost, thank you so SO much for all the love you have put towards my works. each like, reblog and comment has been my predominant motivator to keep going and write BIGGER and BETTER for you guys. it's been so lovely seeing my writing become better with each fic i've written, and the little community i've created and expanded with my blog. like seriously how does 2 hands have 2,615 notes??? so crazy ily all.
to put it honestly, i'll be taking some time off writing on tumblr and engaging with tumblr as a whole.
a girl in her 20s = life is fucking crazy. recently i've been juggling with work, family circumstances and my social life, so squeezing in tumblr has been hard. and while i absolutely LOVE writing, i don't think my love and muse for the rookie is as heightened as what it used to be. maybe this is because season 7 is over, or because me being away from it for some time has caused me to forget the love i used to have for it- i don't know.
i also don't know when i'll be back hopefully something spikes up my muse again :(
i've always been wanting to put more time towards something else since i've been tumbr-bound for the last six months lol: i've actually had a story set in my brain for an awful long time (literally since i was 18) and i want to put more energy writing towards that than writing fanfics right now. it's taking up my brain, and if all writers can agree on one thing, it's that a story can fill up the mind a hell of a lot- so it's best i start training my fingers to type on my keyboard hehe. but i'm so excited to write it!! it's psychological and romantic and eee i hope it becomes a novel one day.
aside from all that, the friends i have made on here have been unreal. thank you @theplumsoldier @quinnsdesk @simplyhale @sbwifey @esotericcangel @mrsmaugic and @monicfever, you darlings are the best. and if you seven ever want to communicate out of tumblr, dm me and we'll make something happen!
as for the rest of you - 1,293 of you!! - i appreciate all your love and support. wishing you nothing but the best in life.
mwah mwah mwah!
love, missy xoxo
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missy my love! all the best on your new endeavors! 20s are wild and fun and fucking unpredictable. it's time for you to shine beyond your amazing, toe-curling works. I have nothing but love and admiration for you and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for you!
love you forever my baby xx
HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY <3333333
IM SO SORRY IM ONLY SEEING THIS NOW BAHAHAH THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH XX
I’m starving for a new tim fic 💔💔💔
ahhh bby im so sorry, ive been so so busy with lectures and my birthday. im currently writing a collab hehe
im also working on “she fell first he fell harder”. ill try to get it out asap just for you xx
“oh yeah my weekend was crazy”
my weekend:
