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Hi Hun! Could I request Day 11 with Solo Sikoa x fem! Reader please? Thank you! 🤍

OF COURSE I LOVE MY SOLO BABY!! Done xoxo

also, Hi baby!! hope your doing good

Hope you're okay! Sending you so much love, you deserve nothing but the best & messages are always open. Hope you have a nice & cozy Halloween!-🤍

Hi honey! I'm okay i think,kind of just numb to it all right now xoxo

Hes so attractive...bro DAMN

Thank you so much for this,I will keep these pictures so famn close to me

Thank you pumpkin!!

Too Big

Song rec:Candy shop (50 Cent ft. Olivia)

Warnings:MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT.  Smut. literally just pure smut if the title didn’t indicate it. Oral (fem giving), gagging, Swearing (Is that really a warning anymore, all my stories have it lmao), SLIGHT VERY SLIGHT use of teeth (not enough to injure), slight Manhandling (But papi can manhandle me anyday), Use of pet names (Papi, mami, mi amor, puta (Slut in spanish))

A/N Note: Hey lovelies! I know I know, I've been gone too long. I think it’s just a thing I do now lol. But its been exactly 17 days since y’all got a masterpiece from me, courtesy of me being fucking clumsy and cutting open my finger, and then practically murdering my own foot. But, here’s your masterpiece for the next…hmmm…million years.

JK, I love all of you. Especially you wifey <3 @bloodlinemadness 

Further links: Wishyouloveme (Main blog) Pairing: Luis Berrios Martine Jr. “Damian Priest” x fem! Reader

Further information: Requested, timeline is while he won his belt (Cause lets all be honest, he never should’ve lost it)

TAG TIME: @hannah-h-pleb

@boundbyeclipse

@bloodlinemadness (Ik i already tagged you but shush) 

Oh my god.

He had done it.

He had finally fucking done it.

He had been wanting this from day one, and he had finally done it.

He had finally won his first world title, and with barely any help from the judgement day. He has finally done it. You were now married to a world heavyweight champion.

You kind of figured this meant you wouldn’t see him until the wee hours of the morning, no doubt wanting to celebrate even though he’s known it’s coming for the past few weeks, So you easily settle into the pillows of the shared king size bed, that Damian had practically begged you two to get because “he’s big and he needs space.” That wasn’t really a lie on his part, he is big, in more ways than one, and he does need space. But just because he needs it doesn’t mean he gets it. Most of the time he’ll wake up to you curled into his side late at night, because he hadn’t been home in weeks, and you just missed his scent, his body, just…his everything/ Pulling out the book you had been reading from under the pillow, where it had slipped in your utter happiness for the fact of your boyfriend winning the title. Thankfully, you had the sense to bookmark it before launching it. Opening it to the page you had left on, the words fly past your eyes. Usually you loved to read, but tonight the words weren’t sticking like they did. Like they were supposed to. Instead of the words, you were imagining your husband's hands, the way they wrapped around that belt..oh god. You just wanted him home. I mean, yes, it is selfish, but also, you don’t care. But, you don’t want to ruin his night out. So instead, you send him a quick and simple text.

‘Hey handsome. So proud of you tonight! Have fun with the group, call me if you need a ride or anything at all. Love you!’

But, before you could hit send, you hear the front door open, and feel confusion flood your senses. You knew you had locked the doors earlier when making dinner, ‘cause you had music on blast and wouldn’t hear the door. So the only way someone could get in was a key, and the only people who had keys were you, Damian and your parents, and the man himself. Thinking maybe your mom had come over to congratulate Damian, you stand, pulling a hoodie over the sports bra you had on. Don’t wanna flash your mom, even though she’s seen everything already, multiple times over the years.

Making your way down the stairs, you shiver a little at how cold the hardwood floor is. Another thing you have to bring up to your husband at some point, either heated floors or carpet. As you round the last stair, you hear the clinking sound of keys being deposited into the bowl next to the entrance. Your heart speeds up as you round the corner, and your body baulks surprisedly. This was definitely not your mom. “Baby!” Your eyes were wide, definitely not suspecting him to be home already.

He lets out a small chuckle,  shrugging off the jacket you had bought him months ago that looked so good on him. “Mi amor” He all but groans out, quickly wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The sight was downright laughable. This 6 '5 giant hugging what looked like a gnome next to him. You wrap your arms around him, scratching at the back of his neck like you always did. “You did so fucking good today.” You whisper into his ear, planting a small kiss below it. He lets out a small groan, and you feel something bulky against your upper stomach. You break away from the hug slightly, your breath hitching when you realize he’s broughten the belt home with him. You let out a practically silent swear at how fucking good your husband looks right now. Fully black clothing, his hair done up in fresh braids, which he no doubt got done for wrestlemania, the gold belt hanging low on his stomach. He lets out a small chuckle, no doubt taking you in the same way. The smaller shorts that you had thrown on after your shower, the hoodie that looked fresh out of the laundry and somehow like it’s been in the closet for months on end at the same time. He gently swipes his thumb over your hip bone, kissing the edge of your jaw. “You get all dolled up for me?” His voice was low, strained like he was holding back on something. 

“No, actually. I thought it was my mom.” You admit with a small laugh, and continue. “I just had the sports bra and shorts on while watching Wrestlemania, which I'm so proud of you for.” You say softly, leaning up and tugging him down softly, kissing him, trying to pour how proud you were of him into the kiss. He responds in earnest, tugging you closer to him, one of his hands going to red on the side of your head, the other trailing down your spine to your ass, resting there.

You kept kissing him, gently bringing a hand up to his braids, which you could tell weren’t as tender as they were when he left. You were still careful running your hands through them though. He lets out a pleasured groan into your mouth, pushing you back against the wall that separated the entrance and the kitchen. He breaks away, exhaling as he kisses all over your face. “I couldn’t have done it without my amazing wife behind me through every step.” He said, his voice going slightly emotional. You gently caress the side of his face, practically tearing up yourself. “I didn’t do anything. I just believed in what was already there.” His face changes a little, and then he’s kissing you again. A fast, hurried kiss, like he couldn’t get enough of you fast enough. His hands go up to the hoodie, and he breaks the kiss long enough to tug it off of you. You barely hear it hit the ground before he's picking you up, not giving you time to speak as he goes up the stairs into the shared room. He pauses, his eyes flicking with an emotion you don’t have time to place, before he moves the book, putting you on the bed. “You bookmarked this?” He asks, and at the nod of your head, he throws it somewhere random, pushing you back onto the bed as he gets onto it. He starts to take off the belt, but pauses as your hand goes on top of one of his much larger ones. “Leave it on” You urge softly, sitting up to help him get off his shirt, your body practically convulsing at the sight of his chest. “Fuck am I lucky.” You said quietly, running your hands over the panes of his chest, over the tattoo’s there. His breath had already escaped him at you wanting him to keep the belt on, but he let out a groan when your hands felt along his chest. He stares down at you, taking everything about you in, before he leans down, tugging your hair back and kissing down your jaw. “Get on the ground, on your knees.’ He says, his tone leaving nothing to be questioned. You smirk slightly, and take your bra off slowly. Hands slowly go back, brushing along your back as you undo the hooks, gradually making it looser until they pop from the last ringlets, and you slowly slide your hands back to the front, snapping the straps teasingly before pulling it off fully. Heeding the demand, you slowly slip onto the floor, backing up a little before she drops onto her knees, letting out an exhale at the coldness of the hardwood floor. He pauses at the exhale, and he raises an eyebrow. “Either we need to get you a physiotherapist, or different floors.” He comments, undoing his jeans. He comes over, lifting your head. You swallow as you look up at the perfect man in front of you.Your mouth opens at a gentle nudge from his thumb, and he steps back, pushing his boxers down. You knew he was big, but he doesn’t fail to surprise you every single time. You feel your back straighten as he comes closer, but your mouth stays open.You knew what he expected.

He slips his dick into your mouth with little to no friction, and he lets out a small groan. “Fuck princesa” He groans out, feeling the warmth envelop him like a welcoming blanket. “Thats right Mi amor, let the champion fuck this pretty mouth, hm?” He cooes out, running a hand over your hair that felt oh so soft. He pushes further into you, relishing in the small gag he hears come from your mouth, god he loves that. You moan around him, feeling his hand in your hair, and your hips flinch against the floor, the shorts suddenly feeling too tight on your hips. You gag slightly, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed at the taste of him, feeling a larger vein go across your tongue. You exhale through your nose as he pulls back slightly, and you swallow around him, your hand’s coming up to rest on his thighs. “Fuck I love you, perfect little Puta” He groans out, his hands fisting your hair as he pushes back further. You gag harder when he hits the back of your throat, and your eyes shoot open as you feel something warm and salty hit your back tastebuds. “Fuck baby, c’mon, swallow.” God you were so proud of this man. And god you loved how big his dick was, and how he knew exactly to make you fold.

ah it’s actually 6 a.m here where i live (don’t even ask me why i’m still not sleeping hahaha but i will soon!) but my day was okay, weather is gloomy and i felt super sleepy all day, had rice and pork for dinner which was yummy, hopped on a game and played for a few hours, so that’s how it went! how is/was yours?

🤍

Mine's good! it's almost 10:30 here, so almost time for me to go to bed (I'm an old lady, and i'm tired lol). other than that it's good! made some dinner for me and the hubby, and had a long bath, now i'm just writing!!

I'll always get you back.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem! reader

warnings: Use of kidnapping, profiling, violence, ...uhhh my dumbass brain? I thinks that's it

A/N: I'M SO SORRY. MY MOTIVATION FOR WRITING HAS GONE KURSPLAT ON THE GROUND. I promise I'm getting there, I promise. I kind of changed how the story went, so instead of being suspected, all they know is that it could be the reader!

requested? By Anonymous, "Hi, I saw that you write for Criminal Minds? I was wondering if I could request somethin for a Spencer Reid × Reader ? Preferably where Reader is the suspected Unsub of a case the BAU is working on. Reid is the one that goes undercover with the team as backup in a social setting to try and catch Reader in the act of getting ready to commit or kidnap.

Maybe Reader is able to profile to a certain degree and instantly realizes something is off with Reid, though they aren't sure what. You can kinda take it from there if you'd like ??

Or if you need / want more ideas for a case or anything like that, I can send another ask or try to DM you about some that I might have"

story under the cut

"are you serious?"

Aaron Hotchner was obviously pissed off. The unsub had gotten away again, another body, another person dead, because his team couldn't realize that they knew who it was.

"okay, new plan! Reid, your going undercover. we know where she will be, so go to the lucky pot cassino, and get her in the act."

Aaron says, tossing Spencer a wire, and then getting into the van.

Spencer never usually dresses in a tux and a tie, but this casino won't let you in without some sort of formal wear, and he had to look respectful and respectable in order to catch this unsubs eye.

You on the other hand, were in a long black dress, and gold heels, doing one of your favorite things. People watching. You watched as a woman stumbled over her feet, obviously having had too much to drink. You watch as the man who had won it all, had re-bet, and quite quickly, lost it all. You also watched when this new guy came in. dressed in a black suit and tie, looking like he didn't belong there.

Almost automatically you could tell something was weird about him, just by the sheer uncomfortableness he seemed to have walking around the casino, and how overly nervous he seemed as well. You made a mental note of it and went on with your night.

Spencer on the other hand, had already seen you, but was still figuring out who the unsub was. All he had seen was a pretty woman in a black dress, watching him. That could mean a multitude of things.

He watched you as you walked over to the pool table, running your hand teasingly across some guy's bicep, he made a mental note of how this guy seemed to have just lost a big bet.

You leaned up close to the man, your hold tight on his bicep as you purred a few words out, running your hand back down, before walking away, the Guy following you like a lost puppy.

Spencer realized this, and was trying to decide between following you, or sitting around to try and find the unsub. He followed you, knowing very well you could have been the unsub, and he couldn't just walk away, knowing someone might get killed because he made the wrong choice.

You walk outside with the guy

"You know, I haven't had something like this happen since-"

You shut him up by smacking him over the head with the end of a gun, and he fell to the floor in a clump, and you tsked, seeing Reid in the shadows

"it always sucks when you got to make them pass out. they always talk to much" You hum.

Putting your gun back in its holster, you go to grab the guy, only to see around ten cops swarming you with guns, and you automatically let out a grunt of annoyance, lifting you hands up and sighing.

"why?" Spencer asks you, to which you just smirked.

"those who pretend to be holier then god, will soon get to meet the maker"

YAY! i hope you liked it Anon! you can send in another request if you want, or if you just wanna talk to me without reveling yourself!

I have to say legally, i did not make the Gif!

all reposts and comments are welcome!

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Hopefully I didn't send this twice (':

Awww thank you!! and you didn't, don't worry!!

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Hi are your requests open for Mickey from Shameless?

yes they are darling!!! What do you wanna request?

yes jey is so hot 🫠🙈

i mean, if u want me to keep going, i’ll go! haha 😌 randy orton (from the very start when i began watching he has always been one of my faves, and that has to be like 2012 or around that time!), roman for sure, damian, ludwig kaiser (underrated imo), zelina, iyo sky, the wyatt sicks, r-truth (he is the funniest dude ever), cm punk, and an honorable mention : indi hartwell ! 🤍 (hopefully i didn’t forget anyone!)

ooo girly!! Randy is one of my favs, i'm super excited for him vs kevin. Ludwig is super good, i like him when hes fighting, not his character so much (he is underrated too), Zelina just yes, and I love r-truth! so happy he isn't going back to the miz!!

also, a small reminder in case you want to: Requests for kinkvember, and requests are open!!