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writingbyshiloh · 11 hours
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I STRUGGLED to get the pretty colours… I have have to do a final spell check of everything but it would be up tmr <3
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writingbyshiloh · 13 hours
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Okay it may be too filthy I'm too shy to post it
Since I figured out how to do the cool colour text I’m working on something both filthy and deranged
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writingbyshiloh · 1 day
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Since I figured out how to do the cool colour text I’m working on something both filthy and deranged
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writingbyshiloh · 6 days
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This is the text I want
Guys I finally figured out how to do the text gradient
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writingbyshiloh · 14 days
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In bed rn BUT do y’all think Red would carry a little travel size bottle of your perfume when he’s away for business?
A photo is too dangerous because it’s too identifiable, but the SMELL of you? Perfect and subtle when he catches a whiff of it on his suit while flying or a safe house pillow
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writingbyshiloh · 17 days
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i hate vince masuka until he does his dumb little giggle and then i get temporarily blindsided for my overwhelming love of nerdy men
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writingbyshiloh · 19 days
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For Jordan Li !!! alphabet!!!
C, D, J, T, W, B, A, K, H... and anything else u fancy!!
Thank you anon!! I only did the first free for now but I may revisit the rest in the future <333
MDNI!!!!! CW: AFAB NB reader, Jordan in both forms, mention of creampie, masturbation, nude sending/receiving
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 
I’m not the first person to say this but they have definitely switched while cumming before. It’s not the most pleasant to be going down on them in fem form and suddenly end up with their twitching dick cumming down your throat. They always make it up to you afterwards though. Jordan also seems like the type to fuck in their masc form first, cum inside you and then keep going in fem form for multiple orgasms. Not all the time, but a fun experience to show you how long they can go and how different but good sex is in their different forms. 
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Maybe not quite dirty but embarrassing for them nonetheless... when you first started sleeping with Jordan they always nudged you to positions where they couldn’t see your face like doggy style, 69, or reverse cowgirl. They claimed that it was just what felt best and what they enjoyed. While they would never tell you, needing to keep their aloof image, it's because as much as they hide their feelings for you by claiming what you have is just something casual or friends with benefits. If Jordan so much as looked at your face screwed up in pleasure, or your eyes heavy-lidded and pupils blown with lust or how your lips part when you moan their name they’d finish embarrassing quickly. As the relationship progressed to something more stable and official they enjoyed seeing your face during sex, but will never tell you how in love they were with you from the start
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
The best part of being in the top 10 students is that they get their own room so they can masturbate whenever they want. Mostly to relieve all the stress they put upon themselves trying to keep their status as number 2. Even though it's stress relief that doesn’t stop them from taking a video or photos to send to you, especially when Jordan knows you’re busy so you will be hot and bothered before you can get your hands on them. Backfires half the time making Jordan so horny that they have no choice but to get themself off because they’re not going to be seeing you soon. 
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writingbyshiloh · 20 days
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I’m dying to try this out the NSFT alphabet (by @the-coldest-goodbye) if anyone wants to send in a letter or 2 for Jordan Li or the Mauler Twins <3
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writingbyshiloh · 20 days
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Does anyone have the copy of the NSFW alphabet handy… or even know a fic where they list out the letters
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writingbyshiloh · 21 days
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writingbyshiloh · 21 days
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i fucking LOVE reblogs. reblog if you love reblogging shit
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writingbyshiloh · 22 days
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GIRL why did no one tell me that a few paragraphs repeat not twice but THREE TIMES in the haunted hoedown fic
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writingbyshiloh · 22 days
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Going crazy, feral even when he has a gun in those strong hands, normal thoughts bye bye 🫡
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writingbyshiloh · 23 days
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I accidentally opened my google doc and ??????? I need to start giving things real titles
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writingbyshiloh · 25 days
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Part 5. Aram
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Series Masterlist 
AN: The 1 (maybe 2) people who read my MVDG and Red fics are EATING this week. This is definitely a new record. Last time R and Red almost get caught!!!! Sry Aram, ILY but I needed part 5 to be done. I have more Red fic ideas BUT I have to finish this first. If u were tagged twice that is my mistake
CW: Food,  swearing, FBI! Reader. Editing this was surprisingly fast so be scared (of grammar mistakes)
Slowly but surely, Raymond Reddington has been leaving things at your apartment. The first was a now empty suitcase. He asked you to take it because he needed to move out of one safe house and wouldn’t be able to get into the next one for the whole day. Nursing your massive crush on him, you agreed, but not before going through the suitcase in front of him to make sure it was just clothes and nothing illegal. 
As your relationship evolved, so have the items he leaves at yours. He’s left a few white T-shirts in case he stays over, munis the one you took for yourself. There is a full suit perpetually hanging in the back of your closet, tucked away in its own bag. He even left a French press in your kitchen so he can enjoy his coffee at yours. You’re also gifted with an endless supply of drop phones with one or two numbers pre-programmed into them. 
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 You’ve been to this restaurant before, but that was when you went as an ordinary customer. It was loud, a mix of chatter from customers, the kitchen, and the random playlist of background music. 
Tonight was much quieter, the only customers being the two of you. You could hear the music more clearly even though it was at a lower volume. That’s the perks you get when dating someone who everyone seems to owe. 
You could hear him even if you were sitting across, but he immediately took the seat next to you. His watch reflects the light as he trails your fingers up and down your arm. 
You try not to squirm under his gaze but it's hard. He’s been gone for a month and you’re just dying to get him into your bed. You didn't even glance at the menus, wanting to have your whole attention on Reddington.
“We can go somewhere. Anywhere you want.” He suggests pulling you back to the conversation. 
“Oh, is my apartment not good enough for you?” you tease, trying to deflect.
“Not that I don’t love your view of the parking lot, sweetheart, but how about a change? We could get as far as Finland for breakfast.” 
You’re saved by a shrill ringing from your bag. It also makes your heart drop into your stomach. Not wanting to be interrupted you only brought your work phone. 
“Shit, shit. I’m so sorry I have to take this.” your words are frantic and you pull the phone out to see who is on the caller ID. 
Reddington nodded, understanding but you could also see the disappointment on his face. 
You push your seat out while standing, needing to pace while on the phone. 
“I know you’re on a date, and you were really looking forward to it, but we need you. The calls are too much for one person and uhh….” Aram’s voice trails off as the line goes mute. 
You know that you’re going to ditch your date to go to work, but you can still feel bad about it. You spin on your feet to face Reddington and tell him the bad news but catch sight of Dembe striding across the restaurant with his phone in hand. 
Aram rejoined your phone call. “And Rickey’s dead.” 
Rickey is someone low in Reddington's criminal operation, who is also working with someone on the blacklist, selling secrets to them. Reddington was feeding Ricky false information in hopes it would draw out the blacklister. 
“He's dead?!” you repeat, before putting your phone on mute to fill Reddington in. 
“Your man Ricky’s dead!” You tell him, still in disbelief.
Both Dembe and Reddington look at you like you grew a second head. 
“He's not dead, he has been arrested,” Dembe informs you. 
Now it was your turn to stare at them. 
“Hello? Are you still there? Helloooo.” Aram's voice got your attention. You unmute him. 
“Yeah, sorry. I’m on my way.” You reply before handing up the call. The restaurant was close to the Post Office, it would be faster to walk than to try and get your coat and have Reddington drive you. 
“I’m so sorry, I need to go, Aram thinks he's dead, but needs help figuring out where, or why or something.” You ramble on trying to get your brain to catch up. 
“Can I at least offer a ride?” Reddington asks. He knows he won’t be able to talk you back into continuing the date.
You wave him off. 
“It's faster if I walk. I’m so sorry” you apologize for the third time. 
“Sweetheart, it's raining, please.” He implores.
“I gotta go.”  
With your phone in your hand, you blindly felt around under the table for your bag. 
“It's raining.” 
“It’s just water,” you argued back. 
“At least take the jacket, please.”
You reached out to take the cream suit jacket from him and shrugged it over your shoulders. At least your hair will stay dry.  
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“That's a nice jacket. Looks like something Reddington would wear.” The first words out of Aram's mouth had you on edge. 
Your laugh sounded fake, even to your own ears as you move to hide the jacket in your shared office. 
“Yeah, guess I spend too much time here” you joke, settling into the chair Aram put out for you at his desk.
“Okay. I know you got pulled away from your date, and I’m sorry. But did you get the pasta with the mushroom cream sauce?” 
“Aram -” 
“Oh, or maybe the gnocchi?” 
You make an exaggerated frown. “We didn’t even order.” 
Aram's face drops. It’s sweet how invested he is. When Reddington told you the restaurants he wanted to take you to, Aram helped you decide which one to go to you think. 
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The Ricky hunt was not going well. No one had a clear lead, and with you taking hospital and morgues, Aram calling police stations, even Reddington (sans suit jacket) and Dembe came into call any criminal contacts who may know. 
Aram was blessed with the winning phone call. Ricky was indeed arrested and then bailed out by the blacklister, giving the team a lead. More importantly, it gave you the freedom to salvage what was left of your date. 
Dembe already left to start the car but to also give you and Red some space. 
“You look lovely tonight. Any special occasion?” He asked while following you to one of the hallways in the post office. 
You press your lips together in an effort not to smile. 
“I actually had a hot date.” 
“Think it's salvageable?” 
You pretended to think it over while the elevator doors closed. 
“I don’t know. He told me my apartment’s not as nice for breakfast compared to anywhere in Europe?” you tease him. 
“He sounds wise. Are you going to forgive him?” Reddington purses his lips as if he was actually going to weigh in on the drama.
You bump your shoulder against him. 
“Depends on how he treats me tonight.” 
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writingbyshiloh · 28 days
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there’s been enough “sympathetic villains” can we go back to cunts
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writingbyshiloh · 1 month
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if your favs were teachers what subject would they teach
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