#<- tagged. might make this an oc-verse

[butchdykenormallen]

was doing something for school and ended up with. this.

i cant submit this

[turnandface]

Working on verses and background info tonight! I'm off work tomorrow, though, so I will be writing replies and ask answers >:3c

[ofsnowangels]

TAG MOMENT...

ignore this :3!!

[zepskies]

Until Morning

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

AN: Welcome back to the BMD verse, lovelies! I know I promised a longer “family dynamics” one-shot after Strong as Blood, but let’s start with this.   

**This can be read as standalone, but you can also find the chronological reading order of this series collection on the Break Me Down Masterlist.

Word Count: 650 Tags/Warnings: Fluff and comfort, new parent feels.

When Ben woke in the dark, your side of the bed was empty.

His eyes quickly adjusted, taking in the digital red numbers of the clock on his nightstand. It was a fucking ridiculous hour of the morning, but he soon realized what woke him up.

He heard the dulcet tones of your voice drifting from down the hall. Letting out a deep breath through his nose, he debated if it was worth getting out of bed.

But he heard his daughter make a sound of distress, followed by your gentle shushing.

Ben peeled back the warm comforter and got up.

He didn’t bother with a shirt and just padded out to the nursery down the hall in his sweatpants. He found you dressed in one of his old shirts and nothing else, a messy bun atop your head.

You were slowly pacing back and forth across the room with the baby cradled in your arms.

“If I didn’t care,” you sang, “more than words can say… If I didn’t care, would I feel this way?”

Ben crossed his arms and leaned against the open doorway. He watched you in silent contemplation; his sleep had once again been interrupted, but this felt right.

And once again, his entire world was in this room.

You glanced over and shot him a tired smile, but you kept singing until the infant fell asleep in your arms.

“Would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?” you continued. “And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare… Would all this be true, if I didn’t care for you?”

Your last notes fell softly on Delilah’s head, where you laid a gentle kiss. In your exhaustion, you didn’t realize that your husband was behind you until you felt his hand on the small of your back.

“She’s knocked out,” he said, keeping his voice low. “You can set her down.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. You bit your lip, as you had tears brimming, threatening to trickle over and fall.

“I don’t want to,” you said. Emotion was clogged in your throat, in your shining, tired eyes.

Ben’s thumb soothed against your back.

“She’s all right," he said. "She's asleep. You need to do the same.”

You probably hadn't slept a full night since before getting home from the hospital weeks ago.

You sniffed, trying not to succumb to the sheer feeling of overwhelming in your chest. You knew Lila would be fine if you put her back down, but you also couldn’t help the need you felt to hold her close and know that she was safe with you.

More than anything, you didn’t want to mess this up. You didn’t want to miss a moment where she might need you.

With a short sigh, Ben grasped your shoulder and guided you back with him. Not to the bedroom, but to the plush rocking chair in the corner of the nursery.

He sat down first, then guided you into his lap. His arm wrapped around your waist and tucked you in close. His free hand went to brush over Lila’s downy hair, which was already as brown as his. And he cradled her as well, supporting your hold.

You allowed yourself to relax against his warm chest with a sigh. He rocked the chair back and forth until you too fell asleep, along with your daughter.

Ben brushed back your messy hair away from your forehead, where his lips lingered. He ended up dozing off a little, but mostly he stayed awake.

He made sure you and Lila both slept until morning.

AN: 🥹 Do you guys like the name Delilah "Lila" for short? I did a lot of deliberating and that was the name I settled on.

BMD Fun Facts:

Lila is the heroine's name in the OC version of this story on Ao3.

There's a nice little callback to "If I Didn't Care" by the Ink Spots.

And with the title, there's a sort of callback to BMD Part 7 - "Until Midnight." 😆

Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:

Coming up next, here's a heavy dose of dad!Ben for ya with This One's For You:

Summary: Late one night, finding no other recourse, Ben sings to his infant daughter to help her sleep.

▶️ Next Story: This One's For You

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BMD Tag List (Part 1):

@this-is-me19 @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @spalady26 @spnwoman @syrma-sensei @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @muhahaha303 @123passwort

@xoxovienna @katherineann814 @lollag0w0 @globetrotter28 @nancymcl @ashbatz @secretdreamlandmentality @kristophalis @wonderland2022 @emily-winchester @shelh93 @sl33pylilbunny @spoonmynoodle @chernayawidow

@buckybarnes-1917 @asgardprincess97 @sometimes-i-sing @itsyellow @karnellius @kimberleymjw @is-this-a-febreze-commercial @iamsapphine @sanscas @se-fucking-hun @lassie-bird @jessjad @yepimthatperson @fromcaintodean @stoneyggirl2

@spnfamily-j2 @im-a-slut-for-fluff @lacilou @venicesem @mimaria420 @vanillawhiskeyflavoredkisses @tearsfortheyouth @agalliasi @chriszgirl92 @kazsrm67

[vngelicc]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊having a “innocent” reputation, but Yoongi ruins it by fucking you in the backseat of his car.

TAGS — corruption kink, idol-verse, mentions of mama 2018, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, choking (not a lot, but def there), dirty talk, YOONGI GOT A FILTHY MOUTH, messy sex :( , car sex, little bit of a blow job in the beginning, oc is cute, yoongi is possessive

WORD COUNT — 1.3 k

You weren't supposed to be out this late into the night, your dorms had a very strict rule and if your managers saw you sneaking out this late you'd be so dead. Was it worth it? Kind of.. Yoongi made up for it anyways.

"I wonder how your groupmates.. the fans, everyone else will react to you, looking so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock... sucking cock like a seasoned whore." Yoongi mumbles slowly, eyes hooded and gaze lazy as he guides your head up and down.

The pace is lazy and slow, obscene slurping noises fill the empty car. Your knees ache from kneeling for so long. Yoongi yanks your head back and stares down at your pretty face, "Look at you, you sure it isn't your first time baby? Fuck, look at you drooling all over my cock. And it's all for me too baby." He purrs out as he leans down to pat your cheek.

You whine quietly and lean into his touch, "Yoongi, please," you shift side to side, cunt aching and throbbing for his cock.

"Ask nicely baby, then I might just consider giving it to you." He sits back, hands letting go of you as he eyes you expectantly.

You chew on your bottom lip and stare up at him through glassy eyes, "Please Yoongi I need you so badly, 'm so wet for you, need you here," You shyly say, climbing up his body and sitting in his lap as you guide one of his hands down between your soft thighs, " 'm dripping for you."

He licks his lips lecherously, a triumphant grin on his face because this was the "nation's sweetheart", the idol everyone believed to be soft and pure, and right now, she was about to sit on his cock like the desperate little whore she was.

"Go on then baby, pull my cock out." Yoongi says in a husky tone, throat rumbling in approval when he sees your small hands shakily reach down to pull him out.

You flush under his intense gaze, shyly peeking up through your lashes every few seconds for his approval. You can feel the rest of his cock strain through his boxers.

"Yoongi?" You softly say.

He lifts his hips up to help you, watching you take his boxers with you as you slide them down above his knees. His cock slaps against his stomach and he hisses when it comes into contact with the fabric of his shirt.

"Go on, show me how pretty you look bouncing on my cock." Yoongi smirks lazily, "By the time I'm done with you with baby.. you're gonna be begging for more."

You timidly reach down to push your panties aside and reach for his cock. It throbs weakly in your hand, precum weeping from the tip as you guide the head towards your pussy. You nearly drool when he brushes past your folds, tip kissing your aching little hole.

"Go down baby, nice and slow." Yoongi murmurs, "No need to get impatient, we got all the time in the world."

You slip him inside with a low sigh, licking your lips hungrily as you slowly push down until your seated on his lap. His thick cock pushes past your walls, hitting that sweet spot inside of you and sending shivers down your spine.

"Yoongi." You whine quietly, body shuddering and hands reaching for his shoulders.

His hands immediately gravitate towards your hips, massaging them gently as he stares up at your face. "What? Giving up already baby? I thought I taught you better than that." He makes a noise of disapproval and disappointment.

"No- I can.. I can do it," you rush out in embarrassment, " 's too much is all." You pout.

"Then get to it."

.

"Mm..! mm!" You bounce hurriedly in his lap, facing the front of the car with your back to Yoongi.

Your hands rest on his knees as you use them for balance and support whilst you bounce on his cock. Soft grunts escape from yoongi, his eyes set on where your pussy swallows up his cock as it disappears inside.

His cock is coated in your slick, glistening just a little under the dim lighting in the car. Your pussy makes these cute little squelching noises and your ass bounces back on his thighs. It makes Yoongi groan at the sight, internally grateful he was the only person who would ever see you like this.

"There you go," Yoongi moans out, "ride me just like that."

You're spurred on by his words, bouncing faster in his lap and leaning forward just a tiny bit to get a good angle. The sounds of your ass making contact with his thighs is obscene, slick dribbles here and there and it makes the slide much more messier and slippery. Yoongi doesn't seem to mind the mess that's sliding down his cock and balls, dripping on to the expensive leather.

"I should make you clean the mess you're making baby, after all this didn't cost me a tiny amount." He muses and brings his hands down to smack against your ass cheeks, "Such a messy girl you are," he purrs quietly, "made just for me weren't you? I knew it from the day I saw you sitting so pretty in your little dress in Hong Kong." He murmurs.

You bite your lip shyly, melting as he brought up what was exactly four years ago at the very award show you first met Yoongi at. "I made you into what you are today baby, don't forget that." Of course you couldn't forget. He had taken your virginity, taught you how to please him and gave you so much pleasure you ended up fucked out every single time.

"So remember this next time you ever think about letting someone have what's mine," he's suddenly upright and his arms are wrapped around you tightly. He held you by your throat with one hand and he gives it a squeeze, "I fucked your little pussy first." He whispers in your ear.

You mewl in pleasure, back arching as he begins plowing you from below. His balls smack upwards against your clit causing pleasurable little stings here and there from the slaps. Your eyes slip shut as garbled little moans escape your lips here and there. Yoongi doesn't let up and speeds up if it's even possible at this point.

"Y-Yoongi..!" You breathily cry out, he's hitting your spot so good it renders you silent and unable to talk, a load of gibberish only comes out.

He growls in your ear and lets your throat go in favor of cupping your tit and giving it a squeeze while his other hand lands between your thighs and rubs at your clit. His fingers move back and forth on the sensitive little bud as he sets a punishing pace. His cock and fingers combined send you hurdling towards your orgasm.

"C-Cum..! I'm gonna..!" You whimper loudly, tears running down your cheeks as your pussy clamps down around his cock.

Yoongi hisses from the tightness around his cock, he doesn't let up and continues to fuck you at a brutal pace. His grip falters just a little. "Shit, you're gripping me so tight baby, gonna fill you up. You want that don't you? Gonna send you back to your dorm with cum dripping down your thighs." He purrs.

You choke on a moan and arch your back in pleasure, "Cum in me, please I want it," you beg softly despite your throat being a little scratchy from the moaning.

Yoongi moans low, hips stuttering in his movements before he finally cums deep inside of you. His cock throbs weakly, he continues rolling his hips slowly to ride out his orgasm. "Shit, did so well for me baby." He whispers hoarsely, reclining on the seat and staring at your slumped over form, "C'mon baby, show me." He pats your ass.

You weakly lift your hips on, standing on shaky legs as you bend over and reach behind you to spread your cheeks for him. Surely enough, as his soft cock slips out, his cum starts dripping out and running down your ruined little pussy. He lets out a low whistle of appreciation, pushing some of his cum back inside of you.

"We're not done here just yet baby."

working on the asks !

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

Obi-Wan Hurt/Comfort and Whump Rec 1: Long Fics

Some of my favorite multi-chaptered or longer form fics (>10K). These are whump, sickfics, angst fics, and hurt/comfort with some very general tags and descriptions. Please make sure you note the tags on ao3 before reading.

I tried to tag everyone I could find here on tumblr, but if you see your fic and want a tag, let me know and I'll add it in. To all the writers, thank you for these fics, I have read each of them multiple times and I am fucking in love with all of them.

Here we go, in no particular order:

Good Man of War - scrapathon

Codywan, OC clones and medics, 16.2K

This fic is so well written and it has some really well-characterized OC clones, including clone medic Zero, as well as a bit of codywan (which I can't resist).

Things Hidden, Things Forgotten- sospes

Codywan, Zygerria/Kadavo arc, 23.5K

This writer has some of the best codywan fics on their roster, but this one absolutely destroys me everytime. This fic covers Zygerria and gets into some of the emotional aspects of the experience for Obi-Wan.

Shoulder the Sky - @kcrabb88

Quinobi, rewritten ending for Palpatine, 149.4K

This fic is part one of the Shoulder the Sky Verse series and is one of my favorite fics of all time. This fic is incredibly detailed, and every character get's their time in the spotlight. The Obi-Wan whump is absolutely delicious, and lasts basically the entirety of this fic. The plot follows Obi-Wan's discovery of the identity of Darth Sidious and how this changes the course of the end days of the Clone Wars.

Whispers from the Dead - @kcrabb88

Quinobi, PTSD and medical trauma, 210K as of 8.14.2023 (WIP)

Another part of the Shoulder the Sky Verse series (please read the fic above first). This fic is a WIP and every time there is a new chapter I drop everything to read it. Equally as emotionally damaging, equally as much whump, and equally perfect characterizations of every single character. I won't spoil the plot, but it's a perfect continuation of the series.

Gaping Hollow - Walpger

Gen - Obi-Wan, Cody, and Ahsoka, Force-exhaustion and hypothermia, 18.1K

Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Cody are trapped in a cave on the ice-planet Vandor and Obi-Wan uses the Force to keep them both warm and alive. This leads to impending Force-exhaustion. This is one of the earliest Obi-Wan-centric h/c fics I read and I love how the author describes Obi-Wan's use of the Force.

Enforced Convalescence - @swbumblebee

Gen - Obi-Wan, clones, and Jedi, sickfic/illness and fluff, 12.5K

Obi-Wan is ill and requires babysitting because he doesn't really know how to rest. This fic is endlessly soft, and Obi-Wan gets taken care of for once in his life. This author writes delightfully soft fics and this one is one of my absolute favorites.

Uja Nejah - @ijustreallylovedaredevil

Gen - Obi-Wan, OC clone medic Stim, clone troopers, Cody, diabetes and medical accuracy, 34.2K

Possibly my favorite fic of all time? Perhaps? Anything by whitchry9 is pure gold and this fic is only one example. This fic follows Obi-Wan's journey through his life as a Jedi diagnosed with diabetes. Deliciously whump, and my favorite OC clone medic, stim. You might as well read the whole series: a series of fics in which Obi Wan Kenobi having a disability somehow saves the galaxy

Iviin’hiibi te Tuur - @ijustreallylovedaredevil

Gen - Obi-Wan, OC clone medic Stim, clone troopers, Cody, epilepsy and medical accuracy, 16.4K

Surprise, surprise, yet another whitchry9 fic. This one is about Obi-Wan's life with epilepsy. This fic also has Stim and has a few extra oneshots that can be read with it.

every shadow - @kenobster

Gen - Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex, Ahsoka, Cody, 501st, Zygerria/Kadavo arc and recovery, 34.9K as of 8.14.2023 (WIP)

This fic is a WIP and at 3/9 chapters, so I am going to to use part of the author's summary here: "during the mass casualty event following Kadavo and Zygerria, Obi-Wan and Anakin seek ways to cope with trauma." I am absolutely glued to this fic, and have already read all three chapters multiple times.

Finding Obi-Wan - @stolen-pen-name23

Gen - Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka, amnesia and angst, 86.8K

For the record, I think I read the entirety of this fic in one day because I just couldn't put it down. In this fic, Obi-Wan loses his memory and finds himself in the lower levels of Coruscant.

something inside this heart has died (you're in ruins) - revanchxst (BadWolfGirl01)

Codywan (implied or pre-slash), Zygerria/Kadavo arc, 22.6K

In this fic, Cody joins Obi-wan on the Zygerria arc rather than Rex. Very painful with a sprinkling of codywan. 1000 kudos for this fic.

The Consequences of a Crash - happygiraffe

Gen or pre-slash Obi-Wan & Anakin, crash-landing injury/infection, 44.9K

ALRIGHT. Alright. This is the first long-fic I read in this fandom, and remains one of my favorites to this day. Delicious whump, a really wonderful look at Obi-Wan and Anakin's relationship, especially as Anakin has just become a Jedi Knight. I reread this one at least once a month.

See My Dreams All Die - @hellotemporaryuniverse

Obi-Wan & Cody (implied codywan), torture by Darth Sidious, 34.7K

This fic is absolutely brutal in the best way. In this fic, Anakin dies and Sidious is looking for a new apprentice. Such good whump.

From the Same Stone - @kckenobi

Gen - Obi-Wan & Anakin, concussion and poisoning, 8.1K

I'm already breaking my own rules, because this fic is under 10K, but this fic is one of my favorites and it's just long enough that it felt like it should be included on this list. In this fic, Obi-Wan and Anakin get trapped in a mine and are slowly ingesting a toxin.

|to failure, sweet victor| - littlekaracan

Codywan, angst and physical fights, 20K

This fic is as fucking bittersweet as it gets. Absolutely destroys me with every read. This fic follows Obi-Wan and Cody on Tatooine, but Cody's chip can't be removed until it has deteriorated to a certain point. As a result, sometimes Cody isn't quite himself.

battle scars - series - @calltomuster

Gen - Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Anakin, PTSD and medical trauma, 27.2K

This series gets into some of Obi-Wan's medical trauma and why avoids medical treatment. I can't get enough of the OC clone medic, Fuzzy, and I love how well the author writes Obi-Wan's PTSD.

shoulder the sky - series - Night_Fury

Codywan, Cerasi & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Nield, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, PTSD, temporary death, recovery, 196.1K

What can I say about this series? Probably too much. You will just need to read it to find out. Just read it.

chronic conditions - @deniigi

Codywan and clones, epilepsy and chronic illness, 13.1K

Yet another epileptic Obi-wan fic, this one through the lens of Kix and Cody. I am absolutely mesmerized by how this author writes, and I keep going back to this one over and over again.

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was - @pandora15 and lazarusII

Gen - Obi-Wan & Ahsoka, deathfic, 12.3K

The title says it all. You will be in pain.

heavy off a golden hue - @catboydogma

Codywan, hanahaki and chronic illness, 36.7K

This is a series which looks at Obi-Wan's life with chronic Hanahaki. This is such an amazing series, another set of fics I read in one sit-down.

Suddenly this is defeat - ealcynn

Gen, Landing at Point Rain and major injury, 13.3K

This fic is in first-person POV and does an incredible job of portraying Obi-Wan's perspective on the events based on the episode Landing at Point Rain.

This incessant snow - ealcynn

Gen, Landing at Point Rain and major injury, 20.7K

Part two to the above fic. Another extremely well-written fic. I absolutely adore the way Obi-Wan is written.

We Can Be Beautiful - OuzoAthena11

Codywan, panic attacks, 23.2K

The fic summary on ao3 says it best, "Five times Obi-Wan deals with anxiety or a panic attack and one time he causes minor anxiety in someone else." Really well written and soft fic.

Count My Little Scars I've Got Dozens Inside - nuclearturtle

Codywan (as adults), angst and de-aging, 27.1K

A de-aged Obi-Wan fic where Dooku attempts to gain his trust, but inevitably, doesn't. Very angsty. Extremely angsty.

Conjuring Miracles - @kcrabb88

Gen - Obi-Wan, Leia, Tala, Vader, PTSD, 29.8K

Another one by this author. In this fic, Tala doesn't get to Obi-Wan in time, and he ends up being taken with Leia to the the inquisitor base. There, he encounters Vader.

Rapture - @galateagalvanized

Codywan, depowered character, 62.5K

I think the summary on ao3 says it best, "An independent terrorist cell has developed a weapon capable of severing the bond between a Jedi and the Living Force. They test it on High General Obi-Wan Kenobi." Wonderful whump mixed with a great story, and of course, codywan.

Always Gold - happygiraffe

Gen - Obi-Wan & Anakin, terminal illness/cancer, 10K

In this fic, Obi-Wan is dying of cancer and just wants the best for his padawan. Prepare yourself, this one hurts.

As an Obi-Wan whump writer myself, I can't help but throw a couple of my own here (not that these are by any means on par with the quality of the incredible fics above). I have linked a couple below if you are interested:

orbit me slowly

Codywan, burns and recovery, 15.3K

After an injury leaves Obi-Wan down and out, he realizes that time isn't as unlimited as he once believed

green is the colour

Codywan, sickfic and injury, 14K

Obi-Wan, sick with the flu, is cornered by hundreds of droids. Cody and Anakin come to his rescue, but there is unresolved tension between them.

Hope you all enjoy this list!

[yoshizawaviolet]

— ❝ One day at a time. ❞

✧ ADMIN. celeste (kroosluvr) / she/her / 23 / PST (but i'm pretty nocturnal)

✧ TATSUYA SUOU ASK/RP (@lonesingularity)

headcanon-based, canon-divergent at times, celeste's personal and beloved take on sumire yoshizawa! established july 17 2024.

all art posted or used as icons is either mine or from official persona media! please do not repost or use my art without permission!

please read my rules under the cut before following or interacting - we do not have to be mutuals to interact! ♡

no spoiler tags for p5r

open rp ✧ rp prompts ✧ all rp ✧ sumire musings ✧ art tag ✧ sumire answers ✧ verses

okay to respond to open rp, rp prompts, or musings whenever!

— ONE. my number 1 rule is absolutely no NSFW or R18 content. (even in AUs/timeskips.) aside from sumire being a minor, around age 15-16, i myself am not comfortable with that. i may also not interact with accounts that largely post nsfw/r18 stuff for my own comfort. please understand!!!  

— TWO. blood, violence is ok to a certain extent! but nothing crazy! i'll let you know if it's to an uncomfortable extent for me! 

— THREE. i may respond to asks/rp with art, but do not interact with me with expectations for art. if you even remotely tell me to draw something for you, i'll probably stop talking to you or block completely. (Vice versa, if you're an artist, please don't feel pressured to respond with art!!! <33)

— FOUR. this is my first time rping as a canon character, and running an rp/askblog at that! so, i'd like to restrict rp to persona series characters (and persona OCs) only for now. this might change later! the only mainline game i'm unfamiliar with is p1, and i haven't played strikers or finished tactica yet. 

— FIVE. i may not respond to your ask if 1) i can't think of a good answer 2) the ask is confusing 3) makes me uncomfortable 

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sending asks about specific ships/leaning towards certain pairings, and feel free to specify if you'd like! "i.e. what do you like to do with x, what do you think about y?" as i am an avid sumire multishipper, basically any sumire x pthief or highschool-aged npc is valid! cross-persona series characters are also valid with chemistry! (so probably don't ask "what do you think about minato" as there's nothing to go off)

if we follow each other (reminder that i follow from kroosluvr!) honestly feel free to shoot a starter anytime, i don't mind at all! even multiple rps going at the same time are awesome!!! ^^

totally ok to drop a thread if you don't see it going anywhere or it's naturally come to a close! (though i think ending it with an [END] of sorts would be nice hehe

my sumire is bi demisexual! my favorite pairings for her are shusumi/shuakesumi poly/akesumi (my favorites! feel free to read here for more), kitasumi/violetfox, annsumi, sumitaba, ryusumi, and sumifumi!! but as mentioned, totally willing to rp/think/draw other ships!

NO !!! Σ(°ロ°)

probably no rp with other sumires, sorry - i just don't think i have ideas for that haha

please don't push headcanons or ships on me!

please don't dm me unless we've interacted before!! if there's any inquiries you have re: my art, commissions, please dm my main, kroosluvr.

please do not push me to answer your ask!!!!!! totally ok to nudge me if we're mid-rp though and its been 48~ hours!

do not use the icons that i make for sumire, as they're tailored to my depiction of sumire and therefore i don't want anyone else to use them.

thanks for reading! let's have fun! ♡

[starcrossedjedis]

Myranda Redwyne & Rodrik Umber in "Northern Lights" [HotD OCxOC]

"Oh, you are so very wrong, Lord Umber - about all of it. Maybe I should be mad to find that after everything we've been through, you still don't know me at all. I don't need jewels or a white gown. I don't want it. To hell with my father and his gods, let him keep his vows and prayers, because I don't want them. All I need is you and me, right now in this godswood - your lips on mine and a promise that you'll have me for as long as we both shall live."

So, Myranda Redwyne is one of several "Lady Friends" our discord squad made for Alicent in @margoshansons Torrhen Stark fic and Rodrik Umber is one of the several "Rugged, Northern Boyfriends" she came up with for them. And as you can clearly see, I haven't known peace since... ^^'

(summary for a little AU/spin off story and tag list underthe cut 🖤)

Having grown up as a ward to the Hightowers in Oldtown, Myranda Redwyne is sent to King's Landing as a companion to Otto Hightower's daughter Alicent. Myra greatly enjoys the luxury of life in the capitol and the prestige that comes with being close to the Hand's daughter and by extension the young princess Rhaenyra.

When a widowed Viserys Targaryen states his intent to wed Alicent, her friend - in an attempt to escape the arranged marriage to the ailing king - makes a daring escape to the North, finding shelter and more with the heir of Winterfell, Torrhen Stark.

And Myra, loyal to Alicent and desperate in turn to escape the looming threat of a political match, is more than glad to follow the runaway bride into the wild, cold unknown.

But never - not even in her wildest dreams - would Myra have imagined that a series of unfortunate events and misunderstandings would see her as the Lady of Last Hearth, caught in a sham marriage with a man widely rumoured to be half wildling. A man, she is fairly certain, despises her.

As for Myra's feelings for her gruff not-quite husband... well, those might be a little more complicated...

tagged: @darkwolf76 @drbobbimorse @emilykaldwen @kingsmakers @mystic-scripture @thatmagickjuju @akabluekat @arrthurpendragon @asirensrage @astarionbae @auxiliarydetective @bibaybe @bisexualterror @bravelittleflower @cas-verse @chickensarentcheap @curious-kittens-ocs @darknightfrombeyond @daughter-of-melpomene @eddiemunscns @foxesandmagic @fyeahgotocs @fyeahhotdocs @harleyquinnzelz @if-you-onlyknew @jamezvaldes @jewishbarbies @katiekinswrites @koiwrites @mabonetsamhain @oneirataxia-girl @susiesamurai @stachedocs

[noblebs]

oc smash or pass

tagged by lovely @captain-kraken, thank you 🖤🖤

I think I did Orion a while back, soooo Devilant time :) his intro from chapter 3 will have to suffice for physical description

The most prominent and well-distributed of the photos was of the agent himself, a dark, broad figure towering over everyone else in the shot. It's the low angle and the camera's zoom, she always thought, that lent him such an imposing height. As it turns out, there couldn't be a camera operator in the world who could make a demon standing 8 feet tall with arching horns to top it off less imposing. He squeezes through his own front door like a grizzly bear trying to use a dog door. The harsh sunlight gleams on his skin—is it skin, or is it actually the obsidian it looks like? A wife beater stretches across his deep chest, probably the largest manufactured size but still decidedly too small, a sliver of beer belly bulging above his waistband.

quick facts:

middle-aged demon

retired monster hunter

masculine, he/him; """"straight""""

high internal body temp - a pro in winter, a con in summer

pros:

sooo easygoing and nice; a people pleaser; doesn't try to hide his own emotions

a switch, but loves being told what to do (might be a brat about it) ;)

very, very respectful of boundaries and personal space (maybe, at times, too much?)

okay this might not be a pro for everyone, but if you're not a monsterfucker, how are you still following me: the genitalia situation is decidedly Not Human

idek what else you want from me. he's SO fuckable. Im not gonna be objective about it

cons:

clinically depressed and prone to alcoholism (it feels judgy to make this a con. but it does negatively impact his social life, so, y'know.)

stone skin + nerve damage in places = not always easily stimulated by bodily touch

he's living in rural Iowa in the '90s, so uh, not the most well-versed with anything kinky. frankly, pretty rusty with vanilla sex too...

if you fuck him, there's going to be a nasty little people-eating freak stalking you. not that there's anything wrong with other people fucking Devilant, of course. he deserves to be happy!! she's sooo fine with it. she's just making sure you're cool. we're all being super cool and mature about this whole situation. (do not go out alone after dark)

no pressure tagging @saturnine-saturneight @tragedycoded @autism-purgatory @badscientist @revenantlore + open!

[weekend-whip]

Ninjago Fic Rec Week (2024): Day 2

Prompts: Multichaps/Villains! (catching up slowly but surely~)

Multichaps:

Shark Bait: ALRIGHT CONFESSION I haven't actually *read* this one yet ONLY because I know it's going to soooooo good and it's going to change my brain chemistry so I'm waiting until I am Emotionally Prepared but UWAH just the premise alone should be enough to entice you: Movie!verse with completely secret identities, and Lloyd/Green Ninja trying to take matters into his own hands...only for irony to make them worse, as is the story of his life. This author is already a legend as it is so who needs a summary GO READ GO READ NOW!!

Ninjago: The Nya Perspective: SINCE this masterpiece favorite of mine just updated not too long ago, there's no better time than to recommend it once again! Have you always wanted more from Nya in the early seasons?! Have you always wanted more of HER side of story?! Have you wonder how Nya became the person she is today?! Well wonder no longer for this story has got those answers and more!!!!

Sharpen the Scythe, Before He Reaps: Another that I've started but never finished, it's a reworking of the Day of the Departed, so you know it's FULL of Ghost!Cole goodness, from the good to the angsty!! And what I've read so far is sooo soul-grabbing (pun somewhat intended) and makes me wish DotD was even half as introspective as this jhgfdgfd

Thank You For Giving Me Wings: Over a year later and this is still my only multi-chap ninjago fic (...that, uh, isn't Legacyverse nor OC-related, oop). Still, it's never a bad time to have a little introspective on Wu bonding with his students over the years, moreso as family than anything else <3

All I'm Asking For: Quite possibly one of my very favorite Ninjago fics ever, it is REQUIRED reading as far as I'm concerned! Cole's the anchor character, but it follows EVERYONE in a slightly-altered aftermath of March of the Oni, with everyone recuperating, figuring out what's next for them with their lives and relationships, and spiced up with a little Christmas flair <3

Mechanical Hearts: A story I've been keeping an eye on for a while, it's a college Jaya au with plenty of Jay+Cole dynamic spread on top, and the way the author (hi Finn!!) writes all the characters is so deep even in the lighter moments and makes all the senes in the world for the setting they're in, and I love all the little nods to canon or the cheeky changes made along the way–it's so enjoyable!

Villains:

for want (for nothing): Not technically a villain, but Kai's certainly an antagonist here ooooooooh (a different, heart-wrenching take on the Kai-Lloyd confrontation in S4)

Lord Garmadon Is Not Impressed With the Future: Another one I've recced before, but now it has an equally villainous SEQUEL so I've gotta get everyone on the train again! And this story's got villain!Garmadon and villain!Garmadon-but-having-a-personal-crisis upon realizing that his future is...not at all what he wanted. And he also discovers himself beating the life out of his own son–so yeah. We definitely can't have THAT. Good stuff, good stuff.

Bucket List: Might be a slight cop-out since this is moreso about Kai BUT it IS my favorite Morro-related fic, and he is a villain, thus it fits! (...Plus I gotta put at least three stories in this section, c'mon). Anyway, Kai allows Morro to possess him for less-than-ideal reasons and presents a fascinating dynamic between the two and what it means to truly live and take responsibility (the good, the bad, the ugly, and all). Be mindful of the tags and warnings, though!

Outgrown (from Spider Lily's Claws): I knew I almost forgot a Harumi one! DR-fic in which Harumi stumbles across the monastery looking for a place to recuperate, and a company-starved Lloyd welcomes her to stay. A fascinating look at a Harumi who's still got her "Evil" instincts but is still trying to act in her best interests, while Lloyd...is Lloyd hgfhgd. I love their back-and-forth bad-idea-good-idea dynamic here a LOOOOOT

[viric-dreams]

OC smash or pass!!

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

tagged by: @esteemed-excellency

name: Ockham

age: 34 (122? 1?)

gender: yes

sexuality: also yes

🐍 Pros:

Doesn't lie or flatter, sincere in thoughts (though on the flip side often blunt or rude)

Direct--does not dance around a problem

Incredibly steadfast once you've passed the vibe check

Very high tolerance for nonsense if heshethey likes you

High degree of trust in your own assessment of yourself (will not doubt you if you make a decision)

Multilingual

Several creative hobbies and will often leave you handmade presents

Likes variation, down for anything

Verse switch, evenly balanced, happy to get wild with it, polyamorous, often believes "the more the merrier" (if this counts as a pro)

🐍 ???

Not human

Sense of humour incredibly dark. Unintentionally very funny though

🐍 Cons:

Unbelievably stubborn, cannot be convinced heshethey're wrong

Spiteful and holds grudges, often petty

Often blunt or rude (sincere in thoughts, does not lie, though does not go out of hishertheir way to be cruel for the sake of it)

Poor English skills

Hatred for the English

Particularly the Navy

Viric radiation often making you feel sleepy or having issues parsing your interactions without a dreamlike logic filter to them

Low empathy, often won't get why you feel a certain way, but will roll with it

Likes hishertheir space and will often want breaks

Likely to put down a relationship to go chasing something else (often parabolan in nature)

You might start seeing snakes out of the corners of your eyes

Tagging: @letheology, @zeebreezin, @eddie-dearest, @neathyingenue, @thedeafprophet (again), and anyone reading this who wants to.

[boghermit]

OC Smash or Pass - Salem

Tagged by @tadpole-apocalypse. I chose my favorite OC but I can make one for any of my other OCs if people want!

Rules (copied verbatim) "Pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)."

Quick Facts:

Height: 5'6"

Age: Early 30s? (Not sure how age works with Durge since they weren't born naturally.)

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He / him

Sexuality: Bisexual / pansexual / attracted to all genders

Pros:

Very forgiving of his partner's flaws, so long as they aren't downright cruel to him.

A good cook. Can make a decent meal out of garbage ingredients.

A doctor and apothecary, which might save you money on medical bills. But watch out!

Plays music.

Pleasant earthy smell.

Fluffy hair.

Loves adventuring and exploring.

Great with plants and animals.

Very respectful of his partner's personal space.

Verse in bed and open to trying new things.

Cons:

[Dark Urge noises]

Morally gray.

Prone to depressive episodes.

Mumbles in his sleep.

Not very talkative unless he's relaxed.

Bristly facial hair, mustache might tickle your nose when you kiss.

Has been known to do dumb shit for the Vine.

Doesn't dress especially well.

Too short to reach the top shelf for you.

I tag any mutuals who would like to do this!

[borrowedtimeandspace]

A Reader's Guide to the Multiverse

Hello! Welcome to my sandbox!

Artwork by the lovely @abookishweasel

Though I still write long-form stories collaboratively with @neonthewrite [ Ao3 | DA ] and @nightmares06 [ Ao3 | DA ], my own writing has become more short-form and sporadic. This can make things a bit confusing for the blog, since there isn't an easy way to organize everything. That's what I use Ao3 for (user The_Raconteur_24601). And even there, it can be a bit complicated.

Under the cut is a guide to the stories you'll find featured on this blog; my attempt at organizing them here, and links to their counterparts on Ao3. My asks are always open for any questions this post doesn't answer!

Borrowed Time (and Space)

A Doctor Who/The Borrowers Crossover

[Ao3 Series] | Meet the OCs

Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, The Borrowers belongs to Mary Norton, and Zepheera and other borrower OCs belong to me.

It's the name of the blog, the OG, the one that started it all. The primary premise for this series is: The Doctor (usually Ten) takes on a four and a half inch tall borrower named Zepheera as a companion. It's all a bit wibbly-wobbly, but let me set things straight.

Common tags for the stories (and various posts) are #doctor who gt or #doctor who g/t (which stands for giant/tiny and indicates the involvement of drastic size difference, for the uninitiated) and #BTaS AU

Episode 1 | Minisode | Episode 2 | Episode 3

Originally there were ambitions to try and make the series episodic, like your typical season of Doctor Who but with a borrower tossed in. As such, the first three stories in the series are titled as 'Episodes'. These were among the first long-form stories I'd ever written and posted, so they predate the blog. That, and my writing style and ideas for the canon of the series have changed drastically since then. See this post for more details on that, and this one if you're not worried about spoilers.

The tl;dr of it is: These Episodes are the basis for the AU, but I don't consider them canon enough to impact any other stories in a meaningful way unless I say so.

Zepheera's Origins - In which I started cracking down on my borrower companion's characterization and backstory, compiling a number of prompts set during the time before she met the Doctor.

Zepheera-Visions - These were a fun writing exercise for me during this blog's early years! I would come up with shorts based on Doctor Who gifs that feature some low or high angle shot, imagining Zepheera as the point of perspective in them. If I were at all good at making gifs myself, I might have kept it up. A lot of the AU that ultimately came about branched off from these gimmicks, and still feature them in their stories. Here, they can be viewed under the #Zepheera-Vision tag.

Tales from the Vortex - A compilation of various prompts and shorts that take places in the BTaS-Verse, but don't have any major stories attached to them. These span different Doctors other than Ten, and feature a few other companions in some of them. Sometimes, enough stories accumulate with a similar theme to expand into their own AU, which leads me to...

Borrowed Time and Space AU

The Donna Trilogy - This was originally called the Donna AU, and the original shorts were tagged with #DonnaAU or #Donna AU. Nowadays, I've started to give AU their own titles and tagging them on blog posts. And recent events in Doctor Who have inspired this to span more than one story, making this the first multipart BTaS AU!

Part 1 - A Patient, and Time. [tag] [Ao3]

Part 2 - If I Could Turn Back Time [tag] [Ao3]

Part 3 - TBD...

To The Nines - One of the first AU created in which Zepheera is companion to a Doctor other than Ten! Despite titling the story later on, I must have had the idea for it earlier because a lot of the early shorts are tagged #To the Nines AU. Other tags include #nine AU and #To the Nines.

Time After Time - This AU, while it is NOT a sequel to any existing story, assumes that Zepheera and the Tenth Doctor went on their adventures in the past, and got separated at some point. Then Zepheera manages to find the Twelfth Doctor while he's at St. Luke's and meets Bill Potts. This was one AU that developed slowly over time once I realized I could get a story arc out of it, so a good chunk of the shorts are in the tag #Time After Time.

Borrowed Magic - co-written with neonthewrite

The first and so far only BTaS crossover! The wonderful neon lent me her boi Bowman from her story "Bowman of Wellwood" ( Paperback EBook Amazon ) to join my little TARDIS crew.

Lost in Flight - The inaugural story to introduce a tiny winged guy raised in the woods to all of time and space. It's so far the only complete story we've written, but we're absolutely open to prompts and suggestions for shenanigans for the crew to get into!

Brothers Apart AU - co-written with nightmares06

A SuperLock/Borrowers Crossover

Brothers Apart Ao3 | Meet the OCs

Supernatural belongs to the CW, Sherlock to the BBC, Brothers Apart to nighmares06, and listed OCs to me.

Brothers Apart is a borrower AU of Supernatural written by the inimitable nightmares06. We have collaborated on a few of the various AU based on that story, in which I bring the BBC Sherlock angle.

I don't post nearly as much here about BAU (Brothers Apart AU) since most questions about it are fielded at the dedicated blog @brothersapart; most of what can be found here are miscellaneous prompts and character tidbits. Brothers Apart AU posts made here get filed under #BAU.

More AU exist than listed below, and will be added as they're posted.

Brothers Consulted - Cursed Winchesters end up in London and join forces with the Baker Street crew to solve mysteries, as they do. #Brothers Consulted

Brothers Chosen - Canon Winchesters find a borrower during a hunt and have to figure out what to do with him.

A Tale of Two Sizes - Part of an unannounced BAU, featuring Stan and his family in a universe where Stan is a size-shifter. Finally compiled these into one collection. #size shifter Stan

Misc. Tumblr Prompts - A less clever name for a similar compilation of prompts that don't (or don't yet) have their own story, that have nothing to do with BTaS and/or have to do with my cowritten works.

Miscellaneous

The Brave Little Baker - In which I toss Stan and Nate into a fantasy world of giants and giant slayers! Also based on a series of prompts, revised and compiled into their own story once I had enough of them.

GT July

These prompt challenges have done wonders to keep me writing and inspired!

2022 Masterpost | 2023 Masterpost

[meltypancake]

15 Lines of Dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

WAOW ty for the tag @cherrypikkins :] !!

Part I

“But let’s head back. They’re serving potato gratin for dinner tonight—“ she paused for dramatic effect— “extra cheesy."

✦ [ Choir practice ] “Huh? Whoops, what verse were we on again? Oh well.”

✦ “I heard wyverns assert their dominance by showing off their wing span. (opens arms wide) Does this look intimidating enough?”

✦ [ First kill ] “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please don’t ever forgive me.”

✦ "I promise you, Dimitri, that I will stay. I will carry these souls.” “And I swear that if it ever feels easy to take a life, I will lay down my axe forever."

✦ “That’s tragic. Every kid deserves to have some fun.”

✦ “Perhaps next time,” he deadpanned, “you might ask Dedue to tie the knots instead.” “My knots were fine!” Eliane shouted. “The branch was the problem!”

✦ “I even got up early,” she lamented, hardly registering his words or even his presence. This was no longer a conversation, it was a cavalry charge. “So early,” she repeated. “Sunrise is a wretched time to be awake. Birds? Sure. But people? No."

✦ Cute, passionate, strong, skilled... and brave, she thought. That's me. [ There is a blatant lack of self-awareness on display here. ]

Part II

“The world is vast, isn’t it? Yet our actions, small as they are, can make a difference. Sometimes I just need to remind myself.”

✦ (closing her eyes) “They wyverns are singing. Can you hear? The wind carries their voices. I could listen to this all day.”

✦ “Here, I made this balm for you. It works wonders on dry skin. …Uh, not that your skin is dry or anything. It looks great, I mean. …Please just take it.”

✦ “Has it really been 5 years? Things seemed simpler, back then. Or perhaps I’m the one who has changed…”

Tagging @barbieburnanator @lovehollyberry @yulgurr @justme-inmyownworld

@resident-cake-anon @moonlightleafs @peachiehambo and YOU 🫵 if you're feeling up for it! <3

[erwinsprincess]

mine, always and forever: chapter 1

characters: OC (female, y/n, she/her) x Commander Erwin Smith

warning: this story will contain 18+ elements including but not limited to childhood trauma, age-gap, power dynamics, graphic sexual content, mild xenophobia(?), substance abuse, self-harm, and language (more in depth tags will be at the beginning of each chapter if need be)

aot semi-cannonverse (takes place in aot universe but I am taking some artistic liberties with timelines, characters, world politics, and happenings)

plot: (y/n) is a young (female, she/her) cadet (22 y/o) with a complicated past. escaping from a life of meaningless pleasures in a foreign land, y/n hopes to make a difference by giving her heart as a member of the scout regiment. with only her brothers by her side, she steps into a world of uncertainty. upon integrating herself within her rank, y/n meets a man that would flip everything she knows about herself upside down... and she likes it.

author's note: this story is my own personal delusion about meeting and falling in love with Commander Erwin if I was in the aot verse. therefore, the character is loosely based on my life experience and self-image. however, it is my hope that all of you will see something of yourself in the MC and all of you Erwin-loving baddies will enjoy our blondie in a new story. I am also new to Tumblr and it seems there are endless things I must learn, so feel free to kindly correct me if I fail to add something to my posts that is necessary for your reading enjoyment.

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"the first day is always the hardest"

Your mother's words echoed in your head as you sighed out your anxiety. You reminded yourself to not be so cynical. Your mother means well, and she always has, despite making poor decisions in recent years. Many of which were out of her control, in her defense. She had not been a perfect mother, but then again, you had not been the perfect daughter. If she was not so wrapped up in her new husband and other children, she might have been worried about you.

Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you looked to your twin brother, Alexander, Alexei for short. You offered him a soft smile, noticing he seemed concerned. His bright green eyes, identical to yours, gleamed with pride. You had both grown so much and been through so much together in the past few years that Alexei couldn't help but feel proud at your bravery and selflessness. For you, Alexei, and your elder brothers Mikhail (aka Misha), and Nikolai (who you affectionately refer to as Nik) were about to begin a very treacherous journey to join the military. It had been discussed that each of the boys would join the Scout Regiment together. After much quarreling, you convinced them to let you join as well. The three men were apprehensive, but seeing as how you were free to choose your own path, there was no point in arguing that you were more suited for Military Police. You would have rather been slowly eaten by a Titan with dull teeth than join the "soft" MP.

The trip from your homeland to Paradis was pure bliss, despite your underlying nerves, your worry, and your fear that you may lose the brothers you love so dearly. The Scout Regiment in particular was recruiting outside of the island due to lack of engagement. A draft of all able-bodied men was considered and thrown out, due to the all-time low birth rate in recent years. An open-invitation with promises of citizenship, healthcare, and provisions was sent to poor, neighboring countries and beyond. Despite these efforts, most recruits were young natives of Paradis, all in their early twenties, with so much life left to live. Many joined with hopes of surviving until they can collect a pension and retire, while some joined because they feel like their sacrifice can truly make a difference for the future of humanity. You had always identified with the latter sentiment. Growing up, all you wanted to be was a doctor. Your mother watched you take the temperature of your baby dolls, give them "medicine", and place them in their crib ever so gently. When your father died, so did those dreams. Your mother was forced to remarry the first person who offered to house her and her four children, or else you might have starved. Joining the Scout Regiment was your last chance to offer your life for the betterment of humanity, especially the children.

The cad that your mother married was a filthy and predatory man. Your mother, once beautiful and full of life, was now a mere shell of who she once was. Now a meek, timid woman who is no more use to that man than to make babies for him. You hated him and the children he had with your mother, three little girls that looked just like him, unfortunately for them. You wondered if he treated them the way he treated you, and you shuddered at the thought. You wondered if your mother would fail to protect them, as she had done to you.

You were only snapped out of your thoughts by a loud and commanding voice. "All cadets, line up in rows. You have less than one minute". You tried to follow your brothers, but you ended up getting left behind. You felt a hand on your upper arm, gently pulling you to stand next to them.

A girl with bright hazel eyes and reddish-brown hair smiled at you. "Potato?" she offered as she outstretched a hand that contained a steaming potato. You chuckled as you glanced, confused at the offering. "Um, thank you but no I don't feel very hungry." you smiled at her when your eyes met again. Taking another bite of her potato, she shrugged and teased, "You speak real strange. I ain't never heard the likes of your talking before. It's real pretty though. Sasha is the name". You blushed. "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you, Sasha". She might have said something else if not for the tall man with the dark circles under his eyes standing in front of her. He scolded her about the potato she was eating and you couldn't help but chuckle at her boldness to defend her choice to eat it now. He turned his head to you.

Keith Shadis was the instructor of the cadet corps and had held high leadership positions in the past. You could tell he had been through much in his lifetime.

"What is your name, cadet? Do I need to keep you and Miss Braus separated?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Y/N L/N... sir." you stuttered out, maintaining eye contact and an erect spine.

Eyes narrowed, Instructor Shadis inquired, "So you are one of the few and the proud to answer our call for help? No one with a name like that around here. Are you fluent in our language?". You nodded quickly, indicating your confirmation, and let out a sigh of relief as he moved on to interrogate the next cadet.

"He's real scary lookin' ain't he?" Sasha whispered as she lent closer to you. You smiled, still looking forward. "I like her already." you thought to yourself.

When the rows finally dispersed to assigned training stations, you and Sasha made your way past a table of important looking military personnel. You both glanced and smiled at them, hurrying to where you were supposed to be, when you heard a dusky male voice.

"L/N" he said calmly, but firmly. You turned to find that the voice belonged to a shorter man with dark hair, grey eyes, and an extremely handsome face. You found yourself to feel self-conscious under his gaze. You noticed he pronounced your last name incorrectly, but far be it from you to correct him.

Standing at attention, you uttered as confidently as you could, "Sir". The man observed you for a moment.

"Relax, cadet." You allowed yourself to do so. As you did, you took notice of who else was seated at the table. A woman with messy brown hair and glasses, who you instantly noticed was gorgeous in a unique way, a man with a bald head and grey mustache, a man with dark hair and sunken in features, and finally your eyes met a pair of bright blue eyes.

You felt a flutter in your stomach as your eyes met his. Gorgeous bright, blue eyes that you had never seen before, blonde hair swept back neatly, a prominent nose, and beautiful lips that had formed a soft smile as your eyes lingered on him.

"L/N"

Your eyes snapped back to the shorter man who was looking inquisitively at you. "I asked you did I pronounce your name correctly. It's too damn complicated if you ask me. You and your brothers were the topic of much discussion when you enlisted, seeing as how you're a tad different than the other cadets." A few chuckled from everyone at the table except for the blonde man with the scout logo on his jacket. The woman with the brown hair seemed fixated on you, as if she knew exactly who you were.

You felt your cheeks heat up as embarrassment washed over you. You corrected him, indicating your country of origin. "It's not such a strange name where I'm from. May I be excused sir?" you inquired, eager to leave.

"It's Captain to you cadet. Captain Levi Ackerman" He gestured to the others at the table, introducing them one by one, finally gesturing to the stunning blonde man seated nearest to you.

"This is Commander Erwin Smith. He is the highest authority you will answer to. You won't need to visit his office unless you are in deep trouble." he said pointedly, as if to indicate he thought you were going to be a problem child. "That goes for you as well". He said to Sasha, who you had forgotten was beside you.

She comically threw up her hands as if to say "I'm innocent" and sauntered away. You saw that as your opportunity to leave as well and you waved to the table of intimidating faces, eyes lingering on Commander Smith, who also held his gaze on you, before you turned your head. A smile spread across your face as you ran up to meet Sasha's pace. You both stopped when you reached your destination and with that same smile still on your face you turned to your new best friend.

"Want to cause some trouble?"

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[thefairywithboots]

3 and 5.

My sordid brain is doing summersaults.

Also love u 😝

Ahhh these are perfect because this fits perfectly with the fic I've been wanting to write inspired by this:

This just pushed me to actually write it.

Smut Prompt #3: "I want to taste you so badly."

Smut Prompt #5: "Oh I can do this all night long."

Daddy, I Just Can't Wait (Robert Plant x Fem!OC) (Smut/NSFW 18+)

Summary: Takes place in 1969. Our unnamed OC watches Robert perform Bring It On Home, and gets extremely horny seeing how he works his harmonica. He alleviates the tension backstage after the show.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, semi-public sex, and there's also a daddy kink. Minors please DNI.

I have not slept. It is after 5 AM here, and I am sleep-deprived, so I apologize for any mistakes made. I spent longer on this fic than I care to admit, so I hope you enjoy it.

I tag @bijouxcarys @m-faithfull @hammill-goes-fogwalking @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @strsmn @jimmysdragonsuit13 @callmethehunter Let me know if you want to be tagged for future fics.

She stood at the side of the stage, watching the band perform, feeling as if the music were intoxicating her. Her eyes were on the golden haired man she called her lover as he writhed and thrust his hips in time to the music as if he were fucking it the same way he had fucked her.

She was transfixed by him, as she usually was, feeling a mixture of pride and lust as he wailed the final notes of the song. He would occasionally glance over to the side of the stage, and she would feel her stomach clench in anticipation. She would avert her attention to one of the other band members as if to try and make him believe that he did not have an effect on her at that moment. Which was a lie.

And he knew it.

The roar of applause echoed throughout the stadium as the song finished, and the audience began clapping in time with each other as Jimmy began the riff of "Bring It On Home." Robert had his harmonica out now, and the familiar wailing sound made her stomach clench. This time, she couldn't bring herself to focus on anyone except for him.

She had a clear view of his mouth wrapping around the harmonica as he had his eyes squeezed shut, focused deep on his playing. She bit her lip, trying but failing miserably to push away the thoughts of his mouth on her as she attempted to focus on the music.

As if that would do anything to extinguish the fire within her.

Robert's voice was low and husky as he sang the first verse, and she felt as if the sound of it weaved itself through her very being. "Baby... Baby... I'm gonna bring it on home to you..."

He opened his eyes, and she felt his gaze on her. Whatever resolve she might have had crumbled as she felt her arousal grow within the pit of her stomach. His gaze never left her as he continued to sing, as if he were serenading her.

"I've got my ticket, I've got that load... gone up, gone higher, all aboard..." His voice was sensual, and he knew it very well. She almost felt as if she were being hypnotized. "I'ma take my seat, right way back... Oh yeah, I watch this train roll down the track..." He closed his eyes again as he continued singing. "Bring it on home to you... Watch out! Watch out that move!"

He continued to wail away on his harmonica, and she had to steady herself against a piece of equipment as his eyes met with hers this time. Her face was possibly the same shade of red as her hair now, and she could feel her walls clench as visions of how he would look between her thighs flooded her mind.

The band was in full swing now, and she felt herself jolt at the sudden transition. Robert flipped his hair back, shaking his blond curls as they cascaded down his back. He flashed a smile towards Jimmy as his playing became more aggressive.

She tried averting her attention away from him as he sang, but it was a futile attempt, as it felt like an unseen force was drawing her gaze back to him as he strutted across the stage to serenade the rest of the audience.

The atmosphere was sensual, and she wondered if only she was feeling this way. Of course, I'm not, she thought to herself as she glanced at the gaggle of girls gathered by the side of the stage as they stared longingly at Robert. Robert has this effect on everyone; he is a sex god.

But she wondered if any of the other girls had the same feeling she had. She could feel her knickers dampen and her heart rate quicken as thoughts of what he might do to her later filled her mind. She felt as if he were already making love to her from so many feet apart.

"Went a little walk downtown... Messed and got back late... Found a note there waiting... It said, 'Daddy, I just can't wait...'"

She felt herself flinch forward at that line, and she clutched onto the wall to steady herself. Her lips parted as her breathing became heavier. Am I seriously about to come undone right here in front of everyone? Get a hold of yourself.

She straightened herself up, trying to focus on the other instruments of the song, but they did nothing to help her arousal for the Golden God on the mic; in fact, the entire arrangement seemed to only push her closer to the edge. As if Led Zeppelin's entire being was musical sex...

She managed to get through the rest of the concert without reaching into her knickers and masturbating right out in the open; she had never been this aroused in public before. Robert came backstage, laughing with Bonzo about something. She could not tell if she felt relief or anticipation when she saw him. She felt a tinge of annoyance when a gaggle of groupies surrounded him, all vying for his attention. His blue eyes scanned the crowd, and he smiled when he made eye contact with her.

He pushed his way through the sea of girls, barely acknowledging them as he made his way towards her. She held her hand out to him, which he took and pressed his lips to. Her heart beat quicker in her chest as he brought her to a more secluded section, pulling her against him as he leaned down, his lips found hers in a searing kiss.

She moaned into his mouth as she kissed him back passionately. She could already feel him half-hard against her stomach, and the fire she felt while standing at the side of the stage watching him play his harmonica was already building back up inside her.

"You were so good," she gasped against his lips. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair, stroking his sideburns as he smiled against her lips.

"Mmm... I'm glad you thought so, doll..."

She clutched onto his waist. She was short enough as it was, but the fact that he was such a behemoth of a man made her have to stand on her toes to press her hips against him. He groaned, and his back hit the wall. His hand reached up to stroke the back of her head gently as he ran his fingers through her auburn hair. Her breath hitched as she felt herself melt into him.

"I was thinking... when you were doing your harmonica solo..." She felt her face burn as she felt his gaze on her.

A hint of a crooked smirk appeared across his gorgeous face. "Thinking what?"

Her face burned brighter. "W-well... the way you were moving your lips across it..."

His smirk widened.

"I-It reminded me a lot of how..." She was stammering now like she did when she first met him, as if she were a doe eyed teenager all over again. "You would... erm..."

He continued smirking at her, running his tongue along bottom teeth before biting his lower lip. "Reminded you of what, love?"

She felt her face burn brighter as her hands went to the waistband of his trousers. He quickly caught her hands, holding them into place. A mischievous smile came across his face before he kissed her lips gently. "I don't think so. Not yet." He brought one hand underneath her chin to bring her eyes to look into his. "You haven't changed at all, y'know that?"

His hand reached down to stroke his fingers up the length of her inner thigh to feel of her core. A Cheshire-like grin broke out across his face. "Your fanny is so fuckin' wet... You really enjoyed the show, didn't you...?"

She was breathing heavily as she attempted to grind against his hand, at which he laughed, and held her in place to prevent her from getting the friction she so desperately craved. It was a cruel laugh. He was going to torture her tonight until she was a pleading, mewling, and sobbing for release. Her walls clenched in anticipation.

His thumb circled her clit through the damp fabric of her knickers. He gave her a dangerous glare that prevented her from grinding against him.

"Such a delicious thing... I already know you're going to be as sweet as honey..."

"Robert..." His name came out as a huff on her lips as her clit throbbed with need. "I need this..."

"Need what, my love? Say it."

She groaned. "I need you to fuck me!"

He laughed as he applied the slightest amount of pressure onto her clit, causing her hips to involuntary buck against his hand, and in response, he grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to pin her against the wall.

"My, my, you have a filthy mouth on you tonight, don't you?" He smirked as she squirmed ever so slightly in his grip. "Mmm... I'm never one to deny my love what she needs, am I?"

She whimpered again, her walls clenching in anticipation.

His hands slipped into her knickers, his fingers gently parting her slick folds, coating his fingertips with her honey.

He groaned as he realized he was not going to be able to resist her dripping honey. "Fuck..." he breathed as she gripped onto his shoulders, her mind clouding with lust as pleasure shot through her with just his single touch. "I want to taste you so badly."

She whimpered again, and his glare intensified. "D-daddy, I just can't wait..."

He pulled back to look at her, the same cruel smirk on his lips. "What did you just say?"

Her face contorted with pleasure as his long, skilled fingers probed at her entrance.

"Answer me, girl. Call me that again."

She knew there had to have been roadies just a few feet away, and they would hear her if she were to moan.

"D-daddy..."

His fingers slipped easily into her folds, and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to prevent from screaming.

"You like that?" His voice was low and seductive in her ear.

She nodded quickly.

"That wasn't an answer."

"Y-yes..."

He brought her chin up to make her look into his eyes. "Yes, what?"

She let out a whimper. "Yes, daddy..."

Robert looked behind him to make sure that no one was coming. They were hid among the shadows, but they would be easily found if they made too much noise.

He dropped to his knees, reaching up to drop her knickers.

"Robert, I — "

He gave her a firm slap on her already soaked pussy, causing her to let out an involuntary squeak. "Enough talking. If you so much as whimper during what I am about to do to you, then I will stop." Her heart was hammering in her chest. "And I won't let you cum until we get back to the hotel."

"But... why can't we just go to your dressing room — "

He gave her another firm slap on her core. She bit back a cry of pain, her arousal making her even more sensitive than usual. "Because I want to see how well you do to keep quiet. Now... no talking. He took her knickers and slipped them into his back pocket. "You won't be needing these any more tonight..."

His tongue flicked out to taste test her folds, and pleasure coursed through her, nearly knocking the wind out of her. His eyes glared up at her as her chest heaved, her breathing becoming more ragged and heavy. The licks became deeper, his tongue running up and down the length of her slit, occasionally coming up to flick her swollen nub.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying so hard not to moan. This was what she wanted - no, needed - ever since she nearly orgasmed by his voice alone. But she wanted so badly to scream his name to the heavens. The fact that she had to keep quiet felt like a form of cruelty.

He had her propped up against the wall, her legs over his shoulders as he knelt on the ground, his blond head bobbing up and down between her thighs as he went between giving her deep licks and long sucks on her clit. She panted heavily, her hands going to his hair to steady herself.

She could feel him moan softly into her core, as if he were devouring the most delicious fruit. His tongue painted her entire sex, massaging the aching bud at the top. And the only thing she could do was lay there and feel it.

He pulled his head back, the coolness of the air feeling like a shock against her soaked heat. He pressed a finger to his lips in a "shhh" motion before applying minimal pressure on her clit. Her hips bucked so hard, she nearly hit him in the face. He pinned her firmly against the wall, his eyes still glaring up at her, before he slid a finger into her. She clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent her cries of pleasure from escaping her lips.

He slid his finger in deeper before retracting it, only to add a second one. He began to massage her mound with his thumb, and her hips writhed against his hand.

She had never felt so dirty before. All she had to do was let out one little cry of pleasure, and one of the road hands would find them; Robert with his head between her legs, lapping away at her as if she were his own personal little whore.

Robert's thumb circled her clit once more, and her walls clenched around his fingers. Her face contorted with pleasure, all while she bit down hard on her lip to prevent from crying out.

His mouth curled around her clit once more, suckling firmly. She panted heavily, gripping hard onto his hair and thrusting her hips up to fuck his face. He groaned low into her core, the sound of it vibrating through her.

She fought the urge to whimper when he pulled back suddenly, standing up.

"What are you..."

He grabbed her by the arm, hauling her to her feet and pulling her skirt down to cover her arse. "Dressing room. Now."

She glanced down to see the fabric of his trousers nearly bursting to the seams with his erection. Her eyes widened in shock.

He grabbed her firmly by the arm, guiding her throughout the backstage area, keeping her away from the other roadies and groupies.

As soon as they were locked in his dressing room, he shoved her onto the bed, her hair flying out like a fiery halo around her head as she fell back. He wasted no time crawling over top of her, her clothes seeming to dissolve underneath his touch.

His head dove back down to latch onto her core, and this time, she didn't try to hold back her moans. He devoured her, groaning as if she were the most delectable fruit he had ever tasted. Her face contorted with pleasure as he suckled on her clit, one had reaching to play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his skilled fingers.

"Fuck, Robert, I — "

He stopped suddenly. "That's not how you address me, love."

She groaned in frustration as she attempted to move her hips into his hand. He held her firmly into place. "Y-you can't be serious."

"I am. Call me what you did earlier, or else I won't let you cum."

She whimpered, her walls aching as every nerve and muscle in her body screamed for his touch, aching for release.

"Daddy..." she whimpered.

He smirked and brought his mouth back down to her core, drinking her in as if she were a life-giving elixir. The years of playing harmonica had his lips trained to go for hours upon hours. Her cries of pleasure rang out as he lapped at her, and her hands buried into his soft hair.

Her breathing became heavier and more laboured, and she could feel the knot in her stomach begin to unravel as she felt herself getting closer and closer to release. His tongue flicked out to tickle her swollen nub, and her back arched as she released hard, soaking his golden locks with her juices.

He drank her down with a long suck before pulling back to look down at her. She gazed up at him with eyes hazed with lust, her lips parted, and her trembling body glistening with sweat. The halo of fiery hair around her made her look like an erotic version of a living, breathing Ophelia painting.

He quickly undid his belt, throwing it to the side. She didn't see where it landed; she was too busy frantically trying to unbutton his shirt, ripping several buttons in the process.

Once his clothes were gone, he grabbed her firmly by the waist and pulled her to him, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning down to press his chest against hers. Her arms went around his neck as he pressed flush against her.

He reached down between them to tease her with his tip; he was harder than she had ever felt him before. He kissed her passionately as he slid easily into her. She let out a deep moan as he did so, and watched as his beautiful face contorted as her tight cunt engulfed his cock.

His breathing became heavier as he began thrusting slowly at first, trying his best to savour the feeling of intense pleasure. But his pace soon quickened. He had held back all night, and her eyes rolled back into her head as he slid in and out of her, his hands groping and grabbing at what part of her he could. He wasn't thinking straight any more — he was spiralling into an uncontrolled frenzy as he thrust into her harder and faster.

"Fuck - yes - you feel... so good..." he panted as she clung to him, her heels digging into his lower back as she moaned in time with each thrust.

"Daddy!" she cried out.

He groaned into her neck. "Fuck, I love when you call me that, love..."

"Daddy, please don't stop..."

Robert chuckled softly into her neck as his thrusts became more and more relentless. "Oh, I can do this all night long."

He gripped her hips tight, thrusting harder and faster as she let out screams of pleasure. He wasn't kidding; he really could go all night. His relentless energy and sense of rhythm sent her over the edge at least two more times. Her back arched as she felt her soul alleviate from her body from the second orgasm in a row. She threw her head back, which he took as a chance to attack her neck with kisses and love bites. Nibbling and suckling, tugging the skin between his teeth.

Marking her.

He groaned as he leaned down to press his chest against hers, moving faster and faster, the bed springs creaking loudly underneath their movements as they rutted against each other in a frenzy. Her moans became louder to the point where they might as well have been screams.

It wasn't until after she had her fourth orgasm of the night that he allowed himself to explode inside her; whimpering in his climax before collapsing on top of her.

They both laid there, panting heavily while catching their breaths, their heartbeats touching. He was still buried inside her, seemingly too tired to pull out of her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, feeling like he could cry into her, as if he had finally found his home.

He gave her the first tender kiss he had all night. She kissed him back, running her hands through his hair again.

"I love you," he whispered into her skin. It sounded so desperate, almost like a whine.

She still wasn't used to him saying that to her. He had told her many times throughout the past six months, but she still couldn't believe this beautiful man loved her, and that she had him all to herself. That he would ignore countless other women throwing themselves at his feet all to be with her.

She stroked the back of his head gently, running her fingers through his gold locks. "I love you too, Robert..."

For a moment, she thought he was going to fall to sleep in her arms. His face was buried in her neck.

"Shouldn't we get back to the hotel...?" she whispered gently.

He murmured. "Just a few more minutes..."

She poked him in the shoulder. "C'mon. It won't be long before Richard comes in here to check if the dressing rooms are empty, and I'd rather not have him see us like this..."

Robert buried his nose into her hair for a few more moments, before finally lifting himself off of her and settling beside her.

She looked up at him and smiled softly, resting her head on his chest, burying her face into the light bit of chest hair he had. She kissed his chest before getting up and pulling her clothes on, and he followed after her shortly after. Neither of them were in any hurry; they kept stealing glances back at each other while they slowly dressed.

"Erm, Robert..."

"Hm?" He was attempting to button his shirt back up but too many buttons were missing.

"You still have my knickers..."

The mischief came across his face again as a smirk broke out. "Yes, I do."

She gave him an annoyed look. "You're not going to give them back, are you?"

"Not yet... going au natural will make the ride back to the hotel more... interesting." He patted his back pocket.

She bit her lip as her stomach clenched at what he may have in mind for the rest of the night. "You really are insatiable, aren't you?" Not that she was complaining in the slightest.

He leaned in and placed a tender kiss to her lips. "I told you, doll, I can do this all night long."

Her heart raced as she thought about what he would do back at the hotel room. She let him lead her out of the venue as he placed a protective arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the venue and into the waiting limousine to take them back to the hotel, where their night was far from over with.