#(i want to have one done by valentine's day)

[solxamber]

Valentines day event woowoowoo (dont burn yourself out aye!!)

Idia, romantic, "absolutely smitten" by Dodie (if i got that right-) :]

Hope it could be a fun one ! Stay safe ayeaye

i love the pining potential in the song!!! hope you like my interpretation of it <3

"I'm absolutely smitten" || Idia Shroud

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Absolutely Smitten by Dodie

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 670

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers

Idia first sees you during orientation. Not in person, of course—there’s no way he’d willingly subject himself to a room full of loud, unpredictable people—but through his tablet, streaming the event from the safety of his dorm.

It’s routine, really, just scoping out who he’ll inevitably be avoiding for the next few years. But then the camera pans across the crowd, and he sees you.

And something unfamiliar stirs in his chest.

It’s a strange, unquantifiable feeling, something too big for him to handle, too much for his ribs to cage in. His fingers tighten around the tablet as he watches you smile at something someone says, and a thought creeps into his brain before he can stop it.

I wish that were me.

It’s over for him. Absolutely, completely, no-respawn doomed.

And when he actually gets to know you? Oh, he’s done for. Every interaction with you is a critical hit to his heart. You are bright where he is shadowed, warm where he is cold, a force of nature where he is content to be static.

And yet, somehow, you seem to like being around him. You talk to him, seek him out, sit with him even when he fumbles through his words and hides behind his hood.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Idia Shroud, the ghost of Ignihyde, the one who would rather face a boss battle on the highest difficulty than make eye contact with another human being, wants nothing more than to be close to you.

He wants to talk to you about everything that makes his mind race at 3 AM, wants to know what makes you tick, wants to kiss you until he forgets what loneliness feels like.

But he can’t. Because you are you, and he is him, and the idea of ruining what he has with you is a fear greater than any horror game could ever conjure.

So he does nothing. He pines. He wonders.

Are you just being nice?

Would you ever see him that way?

Is he even worth your time?

And yet, he doesn’t know that you are just as smitten.

The day you met him is engraved in your brain like a prophecy fulfilled. You think he’s the one. It sounds ridiculous, impossibly romantic, something straight out of a visual novel, but you can’t shake the feeling that you and Idia are meant to be.

And so, one day, when you’re sitting next to him in his room—shoulders almost touching, his leg bouncing like a loading screen buffering at 99%—you slide a little closer.

“Idia.”

He stiffens. “W-what?”

“I like you.” A pause. “I really like you.”

His brain blue-screens.

You barely have time to process his expression—wide golden eyes, parted lips—before he starts tearing up.

“Wait, wait, are you okay?” You panic, reaching for him, but he shakes his head rapidly, hands clutching his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

“You—” His voice cracks. “You actually—?”

You nod. “I mean, yeah. Kinda thought it was obvious.”

Obvious? Obvious? He’s been agonizing over this for months, drowning in his feelings, convinced you were nothing more than a dream he was too scared to wake up from. And yet, here you are, looking at him like he’s the greatest thing to ever happen to you.

He doesn’t know what to say. But you do.

So you pull him into a hug, letting him bury his face in your shoulder as he trembles. His hands hover before finally clutching the fabric of your shirt, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he holds on too tightly.

And for the first time in a long, long time, Idia feels whole.

He pulls back slightly, and when he looks at your soft smile, something inside him clicks into place. He’s never letting you go.

And when you look at his teary-eyed grin, you think the same thing.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[kiwriteswords]

My Funny Valentine [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader]

Masterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 1.9k|| AN: I have been binge-re-watching The Nanny for the first time since I was a teenager and got to the episode where Fran buys a billboard for Mr. Sheffield after thinking he was her secret admirer. I had to do this for Hotch and Reader!

Tags/Warnings: female reader, BAU reader, will they won't they relationship, Valentine's Day, mentions of Haley, mentions of a creepy police officer, based off an episode of The Nanny, fools in love.

Summary: Given your undeniable chemistry and attraction for one another, when an unsigned card with flowers and a teddy bear shows up on your desk, you assume it's from Hotch. After making a grand gesture for what you thought was in return, you both soon realize the truth.

Ever since you joined the BAU, your interactions with Hotch have been a mixture of professional respect and undeniable chemistry. Over the years, the flirty banter had evolved into a dance of “will they, won't they,” much to the entertainment--and sometimes frustration--of the team. 

Everyone could see the mutual attraction except, it seemed, the two of you.

Being Hotch's subordinate, you treaded carefully, harboring feelings you dared not confess, always secretly hoping he'd be the one to break the professional boundary.

You were younger--not inappropriately so (maybe just a little)...well, enough to make you question if this chemistry was all in your head. Enough questioning to allow these feelings to remain at a standstill--or at least until he broke first. 

This Valentine's Day seemed like any other day at the BAU, but when you arrived at your desk, you found a bouquet of pink carnations and a teddy bear holding a card. Your heart skipped a beat as you read the flirty message. 

"To the one who captures my thoughts as easily as she profiles unsubs. Happy Valentine's Day."

You couldn't help but think it was from Hotch. Carnations and a teddy bear? Not what you would have imagined Hotch picking out, but nonetheless, thoughtful. Unexpected. Thrilling. 

He was finally crossing that line drawn in the sand. The one you blurred and blurred but ultimately never swept away. 

Excitement bubbling up inside you, you rushed to share the news with Penelope Garcia, your go-to confidante for all things romantic and dramatic. The one who had been arguably rooting for you and Hotch more than anyone. 

Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in her, or maybe…just maybe, the proof was there in plain daylight with the way you and Hotch played your games with one another. Like a tennis match of back and forth--over and over. 

“My gosh,” Penelope squealed, looking at the card, “I mean…I can’t believe it. What are you going to do? What are you going to say!?” She leaned forward, capturing your arm, almost to steady her own excitement. 

“I want to do something for him…something nobody’s ever done for him before.” You thought carefully. 

Many would argue that you were…of the dramatic kind. Maybe that’s why you and Penelope got along so easily. Hotch would argue that you were dramatic the most. You often used it to your own advantage with him. 

You knew--although you’d both never admit it--you had Hotch wrapped around your finger so it was easy to use those puppy dog eyes when you didn’t feel like completing a case assignment or if you wanted the bigger room at the hotel. 

“You know,” Penelope pondered, “Now that I think of it,” She scrunched her face, “All of these years here, I’m not sure anyone’s ever left Hotch a Valentine. I mean…I gave him a pink fostered sugar cookie once, but even Haley…I don’t think there was anything here for him.” 

You smirked, raising an eyebrow, “He doesn’t seem like the type that’s going to like a velvet heart-shaped box filled with fruit-filled chocolates.” 

“That man is a closet sweet eater,” Penelope pointed at you, “But to your point, you’ve gotta do something…something grand. Something that will knock his argyle socks off.” 

You snorted, then really thought. Grand. Grand? What would be grand? Then it came to you. 

“I have the best idea.” 

The two of you giggled and brainstormed extravagant ideas to win Hotch's heart, finally settling on a grand gesture that no one could ignore--a billboard confession. You found the idea so wildly romantic, the perfect way to tell Hotch how you felt.

With Penelope's enthusiastic encouragement, you commissioned a billboard on Hotch's route home.

“Be My Valentine, Aaron Hotchner! Love your Y/N” 

However, as you prepared to leave work that evening, you received a call from the local police department asking if you enjoyed the flowers. Your stomach dropped as you recognized the voice--it was the overly friendly officer from your last case, the one Hotch had given a look to the entire time. 

The cheesy teddy bear. The cheap carnations. The corny card. None of that would be Hotch. You wanted to die. Crawl into a ball and die of embarrassment and stupidity, but not until after you got rid of that billboard!

Frantic, you rushed to find Rossi, Derek, and Spencer, blurting out your predicament and the mistake you’d made. They erupted into laughter but saw the urgency of the situation.

"We’ve got to get that billboard down before Hotch drives home!" you exclaimed, your face burning with embarrassment. You paced around the bullpen, looking up to Hotch’s office, then to them, then back up. You ran your hand over your face, stressed. 

Rossi, Spencer, and Derek gathered around you, each wearing an expression that meant business. Derek leaned against his car, arms crossed. "You know, you could just leave that billboard up. It's about time one of you made a move."

Rossi nodded, his wise eyes fixed on you. "We're all tired of the dance, kid. It's not just you suffering from all this uncertainty--Hotch is right there with you. You both need to take that leap."

Spencer chimed in, "Statistically, the likelihood of mutual feelings being reciprocated in situations like these is quite high. You might be pleasantly surprised."

You appreciated their support, but the thought of Hotch seeing the billboard without understanding the context terrified you. You grabbed your car keys and headed to the nearest hardware store. "I just need to fix this before it gets worse," you muttered more to yourself than to them.

At the hardware store, you picked up a bucket of paint and a roller, your hands trembling slightly at the thought of climbing up the billboard. Heights had never been your friend, but today, they seemed a lesser evil compared to the embarrassment of Hotch reading your unintended public declaration.

With the sun setting, you parked your car by the billboard and stared up at the looming structure. Steeling your nerves, you looked up toward the tall ladder that led to a ledge where the freshly painted billboard sat. You wished the service you paid earlier was available after hours to come and take down the work they had done so quickly. 

Each step up made your heart pound louder, but the fear of making a fool of yourself pushed you onward.

Once you reached the top, you positioned yourself to start painting, but a sudden wave of vertigo hit as you peered down. The can of paint slipped from your grip, tumbling down and splattering the ground below with white paint.

You looked up to the sky and raised your hands with defeat and tears forming in your eyes, “Is this some sick joke?!”

Climbing down was even harder, with your hands shaking and tears of frustration starting to blur your vision. Just as you reached the last few rungs, a pair of steady hands gently guided you down. You almost jumped out of your skin, only to turn and see Hotch, his face filled with concern.

"Hey, it's okay," he soothed, keeping his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

You took a deep breath, wiping away a stray tear, turning as you took your last step off the ladder. He steadied you on the last few steps down, his touch reassuring.

"I'm so sorry, Hotch. There’s been a huge misunderstanding," you began, your voice a mix of embarrassment and relief. "I thought those flowers and the teddy bear were from you, and Penelope and I--we…I just got carried away."

Hotch gave you a small, understanding smile. "Emily and JJ told me there was a surprise waiting for me on the freeway home. I left early to see what it was." The last thing you expected was Hotch’s calm voice breaking through your flustered apologies. 

Your heart sank, imagining what he must have thought seeing that message. "I was trying to cover it up before you could see it. I didn’t want you to find out like this." You gestured up to the brightly colored billboard with what felt like the most embarrassing thing in the world displayed for everyone and their mother to see. 

“You don’t need to apologize for anything,” His gaze softened as he looked up at the message, then back to you. "I saw the billboard," he admitted a hint of awe in his voice. "Nobody has ever done anything quite like that for me. It was...unexpected, certainly, but kind in a way only you could manage."

Your heart fluttered, surprise etching across your features. "You liked it?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper, unsure if your ears were playing tricks on you.

"I loved it," he corrected gently, his hands still resting lightly on your shoulders. "You have a knack for the dramatic, but it’s one of the many reasons I..." His voice trailed off, and he hesitated, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. The pause was palpable, every second stretching longer than the last until finally, he continued, "It’s one of the many reasons I love you."

The world seemed to stop spinning as his words hung in the air. "You love me?" you repeated, your voice a mix of hope and disbelief. Hotch reached up to brush a stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek gently. Your hand reached up to cover his, leaning into his touch. 

Hotch nodded, a soft chuckle escaping him, as if it was common knowledge, like you should already know it--or maybe he realized he should have already said it. 

"Yes, I do. And I think it’s about time I said it."

Emotions swirled within you--relief, joy, and a love that had been quietly simmering for too long. It all bubbled to the surface as you stepped closer, reducing the space between you. "I love you too, Hotch," you confessed, your voice steady with conviction.

His smile was all the encouragement you needed. You both leaned in and under the soft glow of the streetlights and the shadow of the billboard, your lips met in a kiss that sealed the confessions of the day. The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory as if both of you were still gauging the reality of the moment. But as certainty took over, it deepened, affirming the years of unspoken feelings and flirtatious banter.

As you both pulled away, Hotch's eyes twinkled with a mixture of contentment and mischief. "Next time," he said with a playful grin, "I'll be the one buying flowers; you’ll know they’re from me. I wouldn’t dare buy you carnations, and they won’t come with a cheap teddy bear."

Your laughter filled the air, light and free, as you both made your way back to your cars, the billboard forgotten but its message now etched in both your hearts.

The next morning, as you walked into the BAU, you stood surprised. There, on your desk, stood two dozen long-stem roses in a vase, their crimson petals vibrant against the mundane backdrop of your office. Attached to the vase was a card, Hotch’s neat handwriting spelling out a message that was both flirty and utterly him: 

"For the record, I prefer dramatic gestures that involve flowers on days other than just February 14th. Here’s to many more, just the way we like them. --A."

The smile that spread across your face lingered long into the day, as did the warmth in your heart, knowing the dance of “will they, won't they” had transformed into a harmonious “finally, we did.”

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[rekino2114]

How about 3 with fem kaiser and male reader

I imagine she'd give you a blue rose bouquet

Fem!kaiser giving you a bouquet and chocolate

Valentine's prompt #3

Prompts list

Pairing:fem!Michael kaiser x male reader

A/n:my first Valentine's Day post, and it's with one of my favorite characters to write for

"I-i'm sorry ma'am but we don't carry-"

"Tch"

Kaiser didn't even let the florist finish her sentence, a sentence that she had heard way too many times in a day. She hated when people repeated things to her, especially if it was something she didn't want to hear

"I should have expected that, this place is so trashy anyway"

The woman she was speaking to wanted to say something, but she knew better than to talk back to one of germany's most famous and important football players and people in general which was currently looking at her like she could buy this entire store 5 times and still have enough money to afford the incredibly expensive box of chocolates she was holding, which was actually very true

Kaiser sighed and simply walked outside of the store, not saying anything else. She sat on a bench inside of the mall she was in and ran a hand through her hair sighing even more heavily, she knew she fucked up and this was all just her fault.

She knew she shouldn't have waited until the last day to try to get the bouquet, but she was overconfident just like she was in football except that there her skills backed her confidence up but in this occasion there was no skill she could make use of, just the unpredictable mechanism of luck.

Unlike most holidays (Christmas especially), Michelle actually likes Valentine's day, sure it's cheesy and corny, but she can't deny that ever since she started dating you, she has become a bit cheesy and corny herself, giving you a blue rose bouquet every month with a note entitled to "my emperor💙" constantly showering you in praise and compliments and still using pick up lines even after years of dating but that's what feeling love for the first time ever does to a person. Kaiser loved you, and you deserved nothing short of perfection....which was exactly why she was disappointed that she couldn't give it to you today.

Her usual blue rose supplier had gotten sick and couldn't do his job. She was about to tell him to get up and do it anyway since she would still play a match while sick, but she didn't want to be that mean on a day about love so she just hung up without saying anything and went to look for blue roses in basically all of Munich's flower shops.

Of course, she knew that blue roses were very rare and literally unobtainable in nature. That's the whole reason why she got the tattoo in the first place, but what else could she have done? Give you normal roses? As if! She was the blue rose empress, that was literally her symbol. She wanted to get you blue roses so that every time you looked at them, you would think of her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. When she took it out of her pocket, she was relieved to see it was you calling her and not someone else to bother her even more.

"Hello, what is it schatz?"

"Hi Michelle, noa wanted me to ask you why you didn't come at practice today"

"Oh, I'm just shopping"

".....really, for what? You usually just send ness to do it or go with me"

".......well-"

"Speaking of ness, where is he? He didn't come either"

"Yeah......i sent him to buy something too"

"So.....you two are trying to buy the same thing but you're not together?"

"......yeah"

"....it must be important"

"It is"

"I see well I'll just tell noa you're busy and not bother you anymore, love you bye"

"Thanks, love you too"

The conversation kaiser had just finished made her feel even more guilty. You were just so sweet and perfect. The roses and chocolates you had given her this morning had already proven it to her among the mountains of other things you did for her.

You knew she didn't like receiving gifts, that she genuinely wouldn't have known how to react, but you still did it, simply telling her that it was just because of tradition and she didn't have to get you anything, but she wanted to, she wanted to get those damn blue roses.

She gritted her teeth as her anger rose. Why today of all days? Somehow, not being able to give you what you deserved felt even worse than getting a goal blocked by isagi

*ring ring*

"What is it?"

This time kaiser didn't even try to hide her frustration at however was on the other side of the phone

"K-kaiser, I found the roses"

"Finally! Where are they?"

"I-it's just-"

"Listen ness, I don't care what's happening there, I'll get the roses even if I have to kill someone to have them"

"But it's 800 euros for a bouquet"

"......ok and?"

"Isn't that......super expensive?"

"Yes and wildly overpriced. Like i told you, I'm getting those roses no matter what ,plus it's not actually that much for me, I can make that back in a match if I play well, and I always do"

"........o-ok"

After going to get the roses, kaiser and Ness went back to the bastard münchen building and were greeted by noa scolding them for not attending practice which Michelle mostly ignored as she told the magician to tell you to come to her room later.

"Hey babe, what-"

You gasped as the first thing you saw when you opened the door was kaiser holding a blue rose bouquet, smiling at you

"Happy valentine's day schatz"

"You didn't have to do this you know?"

"Yes, but I wanted to. You do so much for me. I would have felt terrible not giving you anything back"

She kissed you, wrapping her arms around you and guiding you to her large bed, where she placed the bouquet and opened the chocolate box

"Want some?"

The chocolates all looked amazing....and expensive, some of them had golden wrappers or phrases like I love you written on the chocolates themselves

"How much did this cost?"

"Please schatz don't worry about that"

She grabbed one of the chocolates with her fingers and held it out to you

"Do you need me to feed it to you~"

"I certainly wouldn't complain about that"

You opened your mouth as kaiser fed you the chocolates, you swallowed it, and your eyes lit up at how tasty it was

"So good!"

"Of course, I made sure they were all your favorite flavors. My emperor only deserves the best"

"What did i do to deserve you?"

"Just.....loving me"

Kaiser got close to you once again and hugged you. You hugged back as you let yourself fall on the bed with her on top of you. She kissed you passionately another time and continued kissing your face, leaving blue lipstick marks on it

"I love you so much schatz"

"Me too, I love you so so much"

Kaiser's smile widened as she moved to your right, hugging you even tighter. You were now fully cuddling on the bed

"Should I add the bouquet to the ones you always give me"

"If you want, I'd say this one is special, though. It cost me a lot, both in money and effort"

"Awww and you still brought it for me, you're so sweet"

"It's nothing, I'd do anything for you"

With those final words, kaiser kissed your forehead as you two continued to cuddle in silence. Her love warmed you up as you felt her heartbeat, which you knew was beating for you, the only person who showed kaiser love, her boyfriend, teammate, emperor, soulmate and now her valentine.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

❤️🌹Arcane Valentine's Day 2025 - Rules❤️🌹

Happy Valentine's Day, my sweethearts ♥️🌹♥️!!

In honor of the day of love, I’ll be opening my requests for a short while to let y’all go WILD with Viktor and Jayce from Arcane. I’ve written 100 prompts for you to choose from, separated into 5 categories (Kinks, Objects, Sentences, Places, and Actions/Positions).

You can send in your request through my inbox (or my comment section on Ao3 if you don’t have Tumblr), and I’ll write a drabble/one-shot of a few hundred words to 1K, either during or after the event.

Find the rules and prompts below!

──⋆⋅𓍢ִ໋ RULES ⋅⋆ ──

1- You may choose between 2 to 5 prompts maximum, from all categories combined. You can select more than one prompt from the same category. I will use she/her and AFAB Reader by default, but you can specify if you would like gender-neutral pronouns and/or non-specified genitalia.

2- The number of requests I get can be overwhelming, so I may not be able to answer them all. I might also skip some if they don’t resonate with me at the moment. Please don’t take it personally if I don’t get to yours—I adore you all with my whole heart! 💕

3 - This event is centred around Viktor x Reader, Jayce x Reader, or JayVik x Reader. I will accept requests for the following characters, but they will not take priority over Viktor and Jayce asks: Silco, Vander, Vi, Sevika, and Mel.

(If you follow me for my MHA content, you may send a request with any +18 characters, like the big 3, pro-heroes, and villains. These asks won't take priority over the Arcane ones for this event, but I might be able to revisit them later ❤️)

4- Requests will be accepted from February 1st to February 14th inclusively. Anon will be on for anyone who feels more comfortable using it. You can contact me by DM if you have any additional questions.

──⋆⋅𓍢ִ໋ PROMPTS ⋅⋆ ──

🔥Twenty Kinks:🔥

1 - Dom/Sub Dynamics

2 - Biting / Marking

3 - Edging

4 - Clothed Sex

5 - Hate Sex

6 - Age Difference (starting from 18+)

7 - Virginity

8 - Creampie / Breeding

9 - Consual non-con / Dub con (specify)

10 - Somnophilia

11 - Exhibitionism / Voyeurism

12 - Fuck or Die / Sex Pollen

13 - Strenght Kink / Muscle

14 - Choking Kink

15 - Praise Kink

16 - Humiliation Kink

17 - Size Kink (you can specify a body part)

18 - Rough Sex / Pain Kink

19 - Blood Kink

20 - Dacryphilia

🎁Twenty Objects:🎁

21- Dildo / Vibrator

22 - Cane / Whip / Belt

23 - Lingerie / Corset

24 - Stockings / Tights

25 - Role-play Costume (you can specify, ex: nurse)

26 - Food (you can specify, ex: chocolate)

27 - Fucking Machine

28 - Onahole / Pocket pussy

29 - Handcuffs / Restraints

30 - Blindfold

31 - Camera / Cellphone

32 - Jewelry (you can specify, ex: choker)

33 - Gloves

34 - Animal Ears / Tail

35 - Mirror

36 - Weapon (you can specify, ex: knife)

37 - Candle / Wax

38 - Ice

39 - Heels / Shoes

40 - Strap On

💬Twenty Sentences:💬

41 - “P-please fuck me harder.”

42 - “What are you gonna do about it?”

43 - “So eager, so desperate for me… a little pathetic, don't you think?”

44 - “Sit on my lap.”

45 - “I'm going to make you regret this.”

46 - “What would X think if they could see you like this?”

47 - “I promise I'll be a good boy/girl.”

48 - “Please let me touch you.”

49 - “Get on your knees.”

50 - “How many times can I make you come?”

51 - “Quiet, they'll hear us…”

52 - “No one else will ever fuck you this good.”

53 - “You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

54 - “How many others do you do this for?”

55 - “Don't worry, I'll kiss it better.”

56 - “You suck at this. Let me show you how it's done.”

57 - “Don't move until I say you can”

58 - “Are you close, baby?”

59 - “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget how to walk.”

60 - “This doesn't mean I like you.”

🏖Twenty Places:🏖

61 - Store / Changing Room

62 - Car

63 - Public Transport

64 - Class / School

65 - Lab

66 - Council Room

67 - Couch / Chair

68 - Cemetery

69 - Shower / Bath

70 - Public Restroom

71 - Jacuzzi / Sauna / Hot Springs (you can specify private or public)

72 - Beach

73 - Hospital

74 - House Party

75 - Bar

76 - Strip Club / Brothel

77 - Library

78 - Music Festival

79 - Camping / Woods

80 - Alleyway

🫶Twenty Positions/Actions:🫶

81 - Missionary

82 - Cowgirl / Reverse Cowgirl

83 - Doggy Style

84 - Standing

85 - Solo Masturbation

86 - Mutual Masturbation

87 - Eiffel Tower (Jayvik x Reader exclusive)

88 - Countertop

89 - Fingering

90 - Boob Job

91 - Hand Job

92 - Ass Job

93 - Foot Job

94 - Thigh Sex

95 - Chair Sex

96 - Oral Sex

97 - Humping / Grinding

98 - Cock Warming

99 - Premature Ejaculation

100 - Author’s Special (You let me choose!)

((Example of a potential ask: Viktor with 4, 17, 18, and 65))

[haedia]

Edited to add: @captastra is planning one for the end of February, so keep an eye out for that!

I'm too tired all the time to put one together but there should be an Illario Appreciation Week or something soon. (maybe overlapping with Valentine's Day?)

I could try to have my next piece done by then. Maybe I'd even write a thing for it.

Things I was toying with as possible themes/prompts:

Fussy/Vain

On the Prowl/On the Job

Life of the Party

Dark Thoughts/Dark Days

Late Night/Night on the Town

Freedom

Childhood Lost/Childhood Remembered

Brother's Keeper

Memories

First Talon

Silver Tongued/Sweet Talker

Lingerie

Praise

Undisclosed Desires

Rebel

Consequences

I'll probably end up using some of these in pieces going forward, eventually, but hey, if anyone wants to use them either for an Illario Week or for just general creative inspiration, feel free.

I would like to be tagged, though, so I can see what people make. c:

[11queensupreme11]

Alright, queen.

I've been thinking this over for WEEKS since it was first mentioned, and I’ve finally decided—I’m willing to write a Percy x Aphrodite x ??? threesome one-shot. However, there are a few terms I want everyone to agree on first:

I’ll need as much time as necessary to write it. I'm not the best at writing, especially smut, so I apologize in advance if I mess up in a few places.

Y’all will have to vote for the third person. Below are some suggestions I came up with, but you can also suggest someone else. The character with the most votes will be chosen. (I don’t mind if the third person is male, female, or even part of Percy’s harem or not.)

Voting will be open until February 8th. Once the deadline passes, I'll tally the votes and go with the most popular choice.

I’ll do my best to have a draft/final product ready by Valentine’s Day, but I make no promises.

If you want to pick someone not on the list, drop their name in the comments. If they get the most votes, I’ll write them instead.

Possible choices for the third person:

Hades

Thor

Ares

Poseidon

Anubis

Cu Chulainn

Loki

Beelzebub

Apollo

Any other god/goddess/mortal/demigod (suggest in the comments)

Once I’m done, I’ll post it on my AO3 account and send you a message so everyone knows when it’s up

So, queen, now that you’ve heard the terms and conditions… do we have ourselves a deal?

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! alright guys let's vote on the threesome for @dragonempress18's fic!!!!!

i have no idea how they're gonna write about the yans agreeing to share with percy, but i think i might vote for apollo since i feel like he'd be the one who'd.... somewhat okay with it??? idk BUT GO CRAZY GUYS:

[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 21- Meaningful, Meaningless, Morality

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You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: I can't believe we're almost done! Just five more chapters. The last chapter will be on March first. I think. I'm not too good at counting. Also, my period is five days late. Not pregnant, but still concerned. My uterus better get it's shot together for Valentines Day because I have a cute outfit planned.

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH19.), Dual POV

It's a warm day. Young children scream and chase each other around the playground. Kicking up sand in the process while their parents only half pay attention to them. the leaves on the surrounding trees are vibrant and green. To anyone looking harder at the seemingly innocent scene, they'd notice the carelessly forgotten needles under benches and trash cans. One long thin one winks in  the sand beneath the structure. Waiting to stick some poor unsuspecting kid with all types of diseases.

The inside of the car is hot and musky. Valeria borrowed Mark's car not knowing that, just like the house, it's ac is broken and now she's paying for it. The both of you are. Valeria looks away from the park, eyeing you from the side. Your head is lowered, and your brows are furrowed, either in concentration or irritation. Maybe both. Valeria knows you don't want to be stuck with her inside a hot car. You switch positions again. Bringing your legs up. You sigh and lean your head against your hand. Valeria looks back to the park.

Specifically at the roughed-up man sitting on a bench a little way off. Valeria frowns distastefully. He needs to try harder to seem less suspicious. The dealer Valeria had beaten for information tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves. His black eye hidden beneath a pair of sunglasses. They've been waiting for awhile now and Valeria is starting to feel impatient. Wondering if he gave them false info and it just biding his time.

Everything might be ruined, she thinks.

"Want me to roll the windows down?" Valeria asks just to ask.

"No." You reply. Voice short and courteous. This would've been a good moment to spend some time with you one on one, but you're still very angry with her. It's childish, she wants to think. But she knows that she hurt you and severed the trust between you. For the first time in her life she actually feels bad for being so selfish. She doesn't want to think Corra could have ever compared to her, but she's starting to think that maybe she did. Valeria's starting to realize that she lacks emotional intelligence. Still, she doesn't feel incredibly sorry.

Movement beside her snaps her out of her head. She looks at you, watching you sit up straight.

"Who's that?" You mutter. Valeria looks and leans forward with interest. An average, everyday middle-aged man is approaching the dealer. Valeria thinks he could be the parent to one of the many children running around, coming to confront this sketchy looking man about his loitering in the park. He doesn't stop to speak to the dealer but drops a small baggie at his feet while he passes.

The dealer waits until the man is gone before picking up the baggie and stretching. Giving them the signal. Valeria starts the car and drives down the road. Following the man discreetly. A little way down he gets into his own car. a pale coloured Pontiac Aztec. Valeria follows him for a while. Eventually leaving the bad side of town. entering neighborhoods where the houses are loved, and the lawns are cared for.

The man pulls up to a white, two-story home with a garage and parks in the driveway. Valeria slows down but doesn't stop. Giving you time to scribble down the address.  The man - Doug, waves to a neighbor and walks up to his steps. Reaching into his ironed pants for his keys and unlocks his door. Disappearing inside.

The dealer watches the women drive off. His leg bouncing nervously. Once he's sure they're gone he rises and walks off in the other direction. Baggie shoved into the pockets of his torn pants. He rummages around in them for his phone. pulling it out. He dials Doug's number but before he can press the call button, a van rolls up beside him. He has no chance of running as the side swings open and one of the men from that crack house grabs him and pulls him in. Slamming the door and speeding off.

Valeria is relieved to finally be able to get out of the stuffy car. Sucking in a breath of fresh air. You step out as well and wipe sweat from your face. Inside, she gathers everyone. Sitting them down in the living room.

"We got his address." She says. She looks to Alain and Rick who give her a small nod in return. There are a few specks of red dried onto his neck and he reaches up and scratches it off. "Doug is just some guy. Lives in a little house with a white picket fence. Looks like he could be an office worker or a teacher." She scoffs.

You sniff and she glances at you. Valeria looks away. She shouldn't be too surprised. You don't really look or act the part and yet you're also cooking meth. Valeria supposes most people who do bad things look like regular people. It's how a lot of serial killers get away with it for so long. Deviancy doesn't always have physical traits.

"We're going to follow him for a couple of days, get familiar with his routine, find where he cooks, who's working with him, scope him out." She continues. She takes the paper with his address and hands it to Rick. "Don't make contact if you can avoid it." Valeria tells him firmly.

Despite all the time given to let things settle, you continue to sleep in the closet. Stubbornly refusing any and all of her attempts to reason with you. apart from the fact that she'd like to sleep next to you, she also doesn't believe that sleeping on the floor is good for your back. she can tell it isn't. Sometimes if you bend a certain way you grimace. She looks over at you as you settle into your nest of pillows and blankets.

Fabric ruffles as you adjust them. Smoothing them over the uneven, stained, splintering hard wood floors.

"Get in the bed." Valeria says.

You ignore her and continue to fluff out your pillows. Arranging them meticulously. Annoyed, Valeria gets up and stalks over to you, the floors creaking under her feet. She knows you don't like that, creaky floors. 

"Get in the bed." She repeats herself firmly. "I'm tired of seeing you sleeping on the gross hard floor."

"Will you sleep here instead?" You ask, not looking at her.

Valeria frowns. "In the closet?" She asks.

"Yeah."

"No." Valeria says. 

You shrug your shoulders.

"Then no." You say.

"How long are you going to be mad at me for?" Valeria snaps. "We're going to have a pretty unpleasant time working together if we can't get along."

You stop and look at her. "I'll be mad at you for however long I damn well want to." You retort. 

Valeria lets out a frustrated breath and rubs her face. Trying to stay calm. "I'm sorry." She says.

"You don't mean that." You mutter. It's true. She doesn't. 

And it's making her frustrated. Why does it matter if she means it? Shouldn't it mean something that she's trying to do what you want.

"I don't know what you want!" She snaps, throwing her hands up angerily. You round on her, getting in her face.

"I want to be angry, and I want you to stop acting like it's an inconvenience to you!" You snarl.

"It is." She quips back. Glaring at you.

"Well, that sucks for you, you selfish, evil-" The door opening interrupts you.

Both of you look over, clearly angry. Mark pauses.

"Rick's back." He says. He lingers for a few moments, as if to say more but decides not to and leaves. You shoulder past Valeria and leave the room as well. Valeria stays back for a few minutes. Calming herself down. Finally, she decides to go down to join the others. Sitting away from you in the living room.

Rick leans against the wall, fidgeting with the scuffed car keys.

"He works at a bank." He starts. Glancing at Valeria. "WestStar on Mesa street. He has a wife, a three year old daughter, and his lab is thirty minutes outside of the city." He says. "It looks big, there were a few other people there but I couldn't tell you just how many. It's in this valley, surrounded by cliffs. I went around and looked, he has men at the front, one on the west and east, and one at the back. There's an old barn and a house but I don't think anyone actually lives there."

"Did they have guns?" You ask.

"Obviously." Rick says tartly. Valeria swallows her own retort. She's mad at you, but she doesn't want to gang up on you. You scowl and turn away, excluding yourself from the conversation.

The stupid clock fills the silence.

"What now?" Alain speaks up. Looking to Valeria for new orders.

"... Now we prepare." She says, leaning back and narrowing her eyes in thought. "We'll invade the compound, neutralize everyone inside but him." She decides. "I want him alive."

You and Mark both frown. Mark is a simple druggie, not a murderer. That much is clear.  Neither are you though. You've always been a little softer.

Valeria gets up.

"I'm going to call down some reinforcements." She says. Walking off and leaving the rest of the group. This is going to be one of the most dangerous things she's done, but it's not like she's never done it before. She broke out of a compound, breaking into one shouldn't be much different.

[ecstxsyy]

SCREW YOU | E. BUCKLEY ❦

Buck overhears a conversation he wishes he hadn’t, but it sparks an idea in his head.

based on this ask.

18+ mdni !

evan buckley x fem reader

warnings: smut, porn with plot, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink.

SORRY I MISSED DAY 1 GUYS I PROMISE I’LL DO TWO FICS IN ONE DAY TO MAKE UP FOR IT 😗

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EVAN BUCKLEY attained some information he wasn't quite sure he was happy he’d had learned, on the rig.

Hen was oversharing how she’d heard that May walked in on Bobby and Athena roleplaying in Bobby’s turnout gear. Everyone had expected Bobby to be the sexy firefighter, but shockingly it was Athena. This painted a picture in Buck’s head that he couldn’t erase of you all dressed up in his gear with nothing else.

The thought plagued his mind for weeks, every time he put on his turnout coat he imagined your naked body hidden away under the heavy material, your skin peeking through the unzipped zipper, his name plastered across your back. The thought practically made him drool.

Buck, stupidly enough, confided with Eddie about this fantasy. He didn't know what else to do, and Eddie, as his best friend, couldn't help but confide in you with this information.

The idea alone made you blush immediately, the thought of it sending a thrill through you. It wasn't something you’d thought about before but now the ideas ran wild through your head.

Fortunately enough, Valentine’s Day was coming up, and what better gift to give Buck than his own real-life wet dream?

You and Eddie had already been planning his surprise for a few days, Eddie was going to take Buck’s turnout coat home after their shift together the night of the 13th. You and Eddie both already knew that Buck had taken off for the 14th to spend the day with you, but, he had no idea of what truly was going to unfold that day.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke with a smirk. You wanted to wait until later in the night to surprise him, but, you just couldn't wait.

You hopped up out of bed, ran to the closet, and dug Buck’s coat out of the back corner of your closet where you hid it the night before. You tried to be as silent as possible, tiptoeing to the bathroom to strip and change into the coat before Buck woke up.

You slipped off all of your clothes and slid the heavy jacket over your shoulders, you weren’t exactly sure how to make it feel sexy seeing as you felt like a child playing dress up, but you could make it work.

Once the coat was on you waited until you began to hear Buck stir in his sleep to open the door and creep over to your bedroom quietly. As you looked through the crack of the door, you saw Buck stand and stretch the sleep out of his muscles.

You waited for him to finish before slowly creeping into the room, watching his face change as his eyes raked up and down your body.

“Oh fuck,” Buck sighed, the blood rushing from his head to his dick in seconds, he swore it made him slightly light-headed. A million thoughts ran through his head at once, he truly could not believe the sight in front of him.

“Eddie told me about your little wet dream,” you teased, sliding the jacket down your shoulders so it hung around you even looser.

“Yeah and I’m definitely gonna kill him at work tomorrow, but for now, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Buck mumbled as he got closer to you, pulling you into his body heat to press his lips against yours.

He kissed you fervently, your tongues clashing against each other. Buck felt like he was floating, the whole moment felt like a dream.

“So, I guess you like your gift?” You smiled as you pulled away from him.

“Oh, I love it, and I can't wait to enjoy it all day long,” Buck smirked, scooping you up so your legs wrapped around his waist.

He walked you over to the bed slowly, setting you down as he began to kiss you again. You couldn't get enough of him, if you’d known he’d go this crazy for this you would have done it a long time ago.

Buck kissed down your jaw before standing up to look at you in awe, taking in all the details. Your smooth skin looked so pretty, the rough material of the coat made your skin look like silk. He grabbed your leg, rubbing his hands up and down your calf and your legs practically spread on their own, revealing your bare cunt to him, glistening in the light with your wetness.

“All this for me? God, I must be the luckiest man alive, he sighed, kissing down the inside of your leg until he reached your thigh.

Buck licked a long stripe up the inside of your thigh, stopping once he reached your folds. You let out a whine, you wanted his head between your legs so bad.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry but I can’t wait to fuck you,” Buck mumbled, pulling down his sweats just enough to let his cock spring free. You couldn't complain, Buck fucked you in a way nobody else ever could.

Before he slid himself inside of you, he flipped you onto all fours, he wanted to see his name plastered across your back while he made you cum until you saw stars.

As his cock slid into you, you shuddered. He was so deep inside of you, hitting every nook and cranny that you didn't even know existed. Buck made you feel so full, his cock stuffing you.

“Oh my God, Buck,” You whined, pushing your hips back to fuck yourself on him. When Buck felt this he grabbed your hips, freezing them in place as he began to pound into you from behind. His sudden thrusts made you cry out in pleasure, your legs already trembling.

“Look at you, already a little mess for me,” Buck chuckled, smacking your ass a few times before grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, using your ass to help drag you back on his cock faster.

Your pussy practically wept for him, your arousal leaking out from around his cock. The sounds coming from between the two of you were crude, they even made Buck blush a bit. Your pussy squelched around him, your grip on the sheets making your knuckles turn a bony white color.

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you cried out, your hand moving to rub your clit rapidly.

“Damn, baby, already?” Buck teased. He knew how fast he could make you cum, in fact, it was one of his proudest achievements. He teased you about it constantly.

You ignored his comment and hid your face in the sheets, taking his quick thrusts while you tried to hold off your orgasm for as long as you could. Little did you know, Buck was in the same boat. You in his gear did sinful things to his cock and his mind, his fantasies couldn't nearly compare to the real sight in front of him.

“Can’t wait to give you my last name, fill you up with all my babies,” Buck fantasized out loud, dreaming of the life ahead of the two of you. Those words alone sent you over the edge, your orgasms tearing through your trembling body.

Instead of slowing down, your orgasm made him pick up his pace. Buck plowed into you, his tip bullying your cervix making your vision go white. Before your first orgasm was over, a second one hit you like a train.

You didn't realize a coat would make Buck go this wild, your pussy begged for a break but you greedily wanted more.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna put my babies all inside of you,” Buck moaned, his hips starting to falter.

Before you could respond, Buck shot his load deep inside of you, fucking it into you to make sure it all stays inside. He fully intended to get you pregnant, he couldn't wait to watch your belly swell.

Buck pulled his cock out of you, spreading your folds to watch his cum leak out of you. He used his first two fingers to scoop up the thick fluid before pushing it back inside of you, fingering it all in.

“Look at this pretty pussy, so swollen and sensitive,” Buck teased, slapping your clit lightly to watch the way your body jolts away. You looked so fucked out, the only thing covering you while you lay on the bed being his turnout coat.

Buck grabbed the coat lightly, sliding it off of you and going to grab one of his LAFD shirts. He helped you redress into more of his clothes and laid you back down in the bed, cuddling up next to you.

“Marry me.” Buck blurted out, the words made your eyes bulge out, the saliva in your mouth getting trapped in your throat.

“What?”

“I said marry me,” Buck repeated, confirming that you aren't just crazy and hearing things. “I was gonna do this later and go all out, but, I can’t wait.”

Buck stood off the bed and reached into your bed side table, grabbing the small velvet box that sat inside the drawer. He then dropped down to get on one knee beside the bed.

“Will you marry me?” Buck asked, his smile beaming.

“Of course, Buck,” you giggled, pulling him into a kiss. Buck fully planned on consummating not only his marriage but his engagement as well, no matter how untraditional.

Maybe Buck didn't wanna kill Eddie so much after all.

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cupid’s candy hearts masterlist

[san-marzano]

valentine’s day sale!!

hi guys i need money😔 im in a little bit of a tight spot rn, so id be very grateful to anyone who contributes!! for the entire month of february, these ych will have a base price of $15 instead of $20!! if you want one after february ends, these will still be open however the base price will return to $20.

i do:

oc x oc

oc x canon

canon x canon

client x partner

yume ships/self ships

friends/queerplatonic

straight passing/ally

furry/mech

suggestive(18+ only!)

if there’s something not on here that you’d like drawn, lemme know!! the flags do not have to be pride/themed and can be removed as well :)

extra fees:

extra details(hoyoverse/twst level of details) +$5

scenic background +$5

character outfit design +$15

priority/deadline fee - +25% of full price

if you do not want to pay for the extra details, you must be alright with me simplifying them. i will decide what is and isn’t considered extra details.

if you give me a full reference for what you want the character to wear, it isn’t considered an outfit design. if you give me a mood board or pinterest page or a description or anything that isn’t a full outfit reference, it is considered an outfit design and it will cost +$15. the extra details fee can apply to this, too.

the priority/deadline fee is for people who want their comms done first or by a certain deadline. if a comm has a full price of $100 and you want it to be done within a week, the price is now $125.

methods of payment:

v3nm0

p@yp@l

kofi

c@sh@pp

tat will depend on how soon you place the commission. i am taking time to work on previous commissions and on top of this i am a full time student, so unless you paid for the priority/deadline fee please know that you may be waiting for a little while. however, i am always open to sending updates on your commission if it hasn’t been finished!!

if you have any questions or are interested, feel free to dm :)

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

almost january which means it's almost st sebastian's feast day which means it's almost light yagami's death day which means it's almost february which means it's almost valentine's day which means im six months behind on all of my projects

[unopenablebox]

how come none of you are medievalists. someone recommend me a book that will allow me to determine whether the premise of this light romantic prompt fill can be a state-imposed pastoral holiday even though it's the poorly constructed fantasy twelfth-to-fourteenth(?) century and i'm not sure whether the concept of what the state did and who it does it to would have made "state-imposed pastoral holiday" even make sense

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Number of stories I would like to write: Many.

Number of stories I find myself able to write: Zero.

[vulpinesaint]

it’s like. i love being trans. and also if there was a loving god he wouldn’t do this to me

[massivementalitynut]

My Valentine's Day comm of Adam from @iwanttobeaseme

[hyrulesfav]

♟️🐈‍⬛ is so perfect to me because they just. Get. each other. also they come into the relationship with kids who aren't their kids but one of them is basically their kid so they fall asleep watching bluey or blues clues a lot

[freebooter4ever]

I think the men should love you more it's because in general terms women are gonna get the short end of the stick regardless because of how society is structured. but we can think differently about that

umm why are random men insulting Geno tf???

but you see i enjoy heartache \o/ and anyway, i am wired to prefer being alone than to be with someone im not really that into. i mean ideally it would be equal one day, hahaha (in my dreams)

also im pretty sure its jealousy. i mean you see a girl is crushing on someone like geno, it must be hard to feel like you measure up \o/ (literally and figuratively i mean he's so tall)