#333 followers celebration

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Psst, Kyber! I'd love anything you want to write about Tech and Crosshair together. Congrats on 333! 🎉

Thanks, Lil! I have got a short little snippet of Cross and Tech just for you...333 words of Crosshair taking care of his brother through the tender form of harassment. I hope you enjoy it!

Sleep Cycle

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Rated: G | Words: 333

Crosshair wakes to the sound of someone banging around outside the ship. It’s the same sound he fell asleep to. Sighing, he checks his chrono. His sleep cycle is almost over, not even enough time to make it worth trying to fall asleep again. Which means that Tech has been at his repairs for nearly a full standard rotation. 

Rolling out of the upper bunk, he nearly catches his leg on Wrecker’s sprawled arm where his brother is sleeping soundly below. Hunter is at the nav computer, looking half asleep himself, although he gives Cross a nod of acknowledgement. 

“Good luck getting that di’kut to take his sleep cycle,” he mutters. “Worse than a kriffing tubie.” 

Crosshair chuckles. 

The hatch is open, and Crosshair trundles down the ramp. The air is cool and damp, a rolling mist covering the ground. It swirls and moves as he walks through it. 

“Tech,” he calls out. 

The banging sound continues, uninterrupted. 

“Tech!” 

A reprieve of silence. “I am here.”

Crosshair comes around to where the Marauder’s innards are pouring out of an open panel. “When was the last time you slept?” 

Tech examines a cable. “Irrelevant.” 

“Wrong.” 

“We are stuck on this planet until I finish repairs.” 

“I’ll take over. Go to bed.” 

Tech gives him a scathing look. “You do not know how.” 

“We all have a basic understanding of mechanics, Tech. I think I can handle checking cables while you get some sleep.” 

“I would rather finish myself.” As he says so, Tech touches two wires together. Electricity cracks, and the engineer lets out a sharp yelp. 

Crosshair grins. “I didn’t know electrocuting yourself was part of the process.” 

“Kriff off.” 

“You must be tired if you’re resorting to bad language,” Crosshair says. 

Tech regards him with a deadly look, but Crosshair is unperturbed. 

“Fine, I will take a short rest,” Tech says at last. “Please refrain from touching anything.” Tech walks away, cursing under his breath. 

Crosshair smiles. “And that’s how it’s done.”

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26 and 46 for mc x kamilah 😊

A/N: Last 333 followers celebration ficlet! Thank you guys for sending in prompts, I had so much fun with these!

“Are you PMSing or something?” Anika asks, regarding Kamilah as the other woman packs her clothes haphazardly into her suitcase.

“That’s not any less annoying of a question when a woman says it, you know.” Kamilah counters, double checking that they’re not forgetting anything in the hotel room.

“Well, it’s the only thing that can explain your complete 180 degree mood change from this morning to now.” Anika insists, sitting on the unmade bed and making no effort to ensure they’ll check out on time. Kamilah already had to pay a premium for the night time check out, she’s not looking for a late checkout fee on top of that.

“Right, because you haven’t done anything that might irritate me in the last couple of hours.” Kamilah says sarcastically.

It’s like a lightbulb goes off for Anika. “Wait, you’re mad I was talking to the girl who brought our room service?”

“You weren’t talking, you were flirting.” Kamilah argues.

“I can’t believe you’re jealous.” Anika retorts.

“Jealous? Me? No.” Kamilah responds, shutting her suitcase and heading for the door. Anika follows.

“She really wasn’t even my type, no need for you to worry.” Anika insists.

“Is your ego really that big? Do you know how much I’ve dated over the hundreds of years I’ve been alive? I don’t do jealousy.” Kamilah lies.

Anika clearly doesn’t believe her. “Well, if you’re not jealous, maybe I should ring the front desk and ask if she can bring our luggage down to our car.”

Kamilah fares her fangs, jealousy gnawing at her. “Don’t you dare.”

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Congrats on 333 followers!

If you’re still taking requests, how about something from Omega’s angsty teen years post-Tantiss?

THANK YOU! ☺️

And thanks for the prompt, Anon! I went for a more bittersweet, “our little girl is growing up” vibe…but I hope it still carries that angsty, teen undertone you requested!

Here’s your 333 word story!!

Little Shadow

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Rated: G

I still have 2 slots available for the 333 Followers Prompt celebration!

A week ago, Shep had asked the Batch to go on a supply run. They are leaving in an hour, and Omega isn’t packed yet. Not that she needs much, but typically, she’s the one ready to go the night before.

“Omega,” Hunter says, rapping his knuckles on the door frame of her bedroom. “About ready?”

Sprawled across her bed, his sister, freshly sixteen, looks up from her data pad and heaves an exaggerated sigh. “Do I have to go?” Her tone is on the verge of a whine.

Hunter gapes, surprised by…well, all of it. “What?”

Omega drops the data pad in her lap, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thunk. “I wanna stay home, have the house to myself.”

“I thought you liked getting off-world.”

Omega side eyes him, a pout on her lips. “I do…just…not this time.”

A few years ago, Omega would have fought tooth and nail not to be left behind.

“So, you’d rather stay here by yourself?” Hunter clarifies, still put off.

“Batcher will be here.”

“What will you do?”

“I’ll keep up on my chores,” Omega assures him first. “I’ll hang out with Lyana. She can spend the night; we can watch one of those girly holos you boys don’t like. Oh, and I can finish reading my book.”

Hunter doesn’t know why this is bothering him so much. Omega wanting to stay on Pabu alone isn’t dangerous – far from it. She’ll be safe and – apparently – happy.

By herself.

Without them.

What happened to his little shadow?

“Okay, Omega, if you don’t want to come, that’s fine,” Hunter tells her reluctantly.

She grins at him. “Thanks, Hunter! I promise I’ll check in. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you,” Hunter mutters.

Omega groans. “I know.”

“At least come out to see us off?” Hunter asks.

“I will,” Omega says, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

A glimpse of his little shadow remains.

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Can you do Adrian x mc prompt 39

Adrian x MC (Anika)

Adrian sighs, swirling the whiskey held loosely in his hand somewhat precariously as he leans over the balcony railing, looking out on the New York City skyline.

It’s almost sunrise, but he can’t sleep. Today is the anniversary of the day he lost his wife and son.

Time has dulled the pain, but it’s still there, simmering just under the surface. Lately, it’s been a constant source of fear. He remembers how his pain made him do dark, cruel, things. He prefered the rage and the anger to the sadness. He killed so many without any sense of regret.

Adrian winces as he remembers the club in Paris, ripping out the soldier’s windpipe, crushing skulls. All with Anika looking on, his kind, sweet, Anika. His eyes screw shut, remembering how’d she’d looked at him afterwards. The fear in her eyes she was unable to mask. He’s going to lose her. He knows it.

Adrian flinches in surprise when Anika’s arms wrap around him from behind, surprised he was so lost in his thoughts that she managed to sneak up on him.

She squeezes him comfortingly, placing a kiss to the back of his neck. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” She apologizes.

Adrian downs the rest of his whiskey, using his free hand to raise one of her hands to his lips. He kisses her palm, leaning back into her embrace.

“Come back to bed.” Anika whispers, nibbling on his ear lobe.

“I’m not tired, but don’t let me keep you up. You should get some rest.” Adrian suggests.

“I’ll stay out here and keep you company.” Anika replies.

“Don’t.” That comes off harsher than he anticipated, but he just wants to wallow in solitude.

Anika frowns, dropping her arms from around him. “I know something is going on with you. I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me. Talk to me Adrian.” She pleads.

Adrian sighs, turning to meet her concerned brown eyes. “Today.....it’s the day I lost my family.” He begins.

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Can you do 2 with Kamilah x dark!mc, please ☺️ I need more dark!mc...

Kamilah’s fast reflexes save Anika from taking an embarrassing tumble when her heel sticks in the subway grate vent.

“Thanks baby.” Anika slurs, aiming to plant a thank you kiss to Kamilah’s lips, but it lands on her eye instead since Anika can’t see straight at the moment.

Anika giggles at the look of disbelief on Kamilah’s face. “We’ll try that again at your apartment once the room has stopped spinning.” Anika promises. She raises her hand into the air, attempting to hail a cab. “Taxi!” She calls out into the NYC night, but several cabs drive right past the two women.

“Fucking unbelievable, what does a black girl have to do to get a damn cab in this city?” Anika complains, allowing her hand to drop when yet another empty taxi speeds past.

“Should I try?” Kamilah offers.

“You’re not going to do any better. They’re not going to make the ‘she looks middle eastern, not black, so maybe I should pick her up’ distinction in the dark.” Anika insists.

Kamilah tries anyway, and another taxi sails by, merging into the right lane to pick up some white women hailing a cab just ahead.

“That is some bullshit.” Anika mutters, pulling out her phone to order an Uber.

Ten minutes later, they’re cuddled up in the backseat on their way back to Kamilah’s apartment.

“Ughh, I shouldn’t have drank so much. I don’t want to throw up in this Uber. There’s like a $150 charge for that.” Anika murmurs, resting her head on Kamilah’s shoulder.

“Please don’t throw up. If you throw up I’ll throw up. Focus on something else. Here.” Kamilah gently places Anika’s head over her heart. “Hear my heartbeat, just focus on that.”

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Can you do a second one for me love...... We all know that Colt is a very jealous guy when it comes to what his and his alone..... So Please Colt x Ellie // #26 and #62

From this prompt list

Colt rolls his eyes when he feels Ellie slide into his bed beside him, her hands wandering under his shirt.

“Are you awake?” She questions, kissing his cheek gently, and then his mouth, grazing her teeth along his bottom lip. He can smell the alcohol on her breath.

“No.” He responds sarcastically.

Ellie giggles, weaving one of her hands into his hair. “Why’d you leave the party so early? You missed drunk Mona dancing on the pool table.” Ellie reveals.

“I wasn’t having a good time. Maybe it had something to do with my girlfriend dirty dancing with her ex-boyfriend.” Colt mutters darkly.

Ellie’s eyebrows furrow, wondering what he’s talking about. He can’t possibly mean when she and Logan had a playful dance off, they hadn’t even touched each other.

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious.” Ellie sits up, pulling his blankets off him.

“I’m very serious.” Colt counters, tugging his blankets back from her hands and rolling over so his back is to her.

“Logan is a good friend. I can’t playfully, not even touching might I add, dance with my friends? Am I not allowed to dance with Ximena either?”

“As far as I know, you didn’t use to make out with Ximena and sleep in her bed.” Colt snaps back.

“Yeah, as far as you know.” Ellie retorts.

Colt quickly rolls back over, looking at her with wide eyes. “Wait, what?! Have you?” He questions.

Ellie rolls her eyes. “No Colt!” She expels an irritated breath. “I can’t believe you’re jealous of Logan. You have absolutely nothing to worry about with him.”

“Jealous? Me? No. I’m not jealous of that pretty boy high school dropout.” Colt replies defensively.

“You’re definitely jealous. And jealousy isn’t a good look for you. Although maybe Logan could pull it off....” Ellie taunts, enjoying how riled up Colt is clearly getting. He’ll want to show her that she’s all his soon, with actions, not words. Her toes curl in anticipation.

“I’m not jealous!” Colt insists. “Why, should I be jealous? Is something still going on with him?!”

Ellie rolls her eyes, desire forgotten as irritation sinks in. “Honestly Colt, you can be so stupid sometimes. If I wanted Logan, I would be with Logan. I want you. Did I not come crawl into your bed at the end of the night?”

“Maybe you just drunkenly wandered in here.” Colt theorizes, staring up at the ceiling.

Ellie tosses his pillow at his face, preparing to storm from the room and sleep on the couch in Kaneko’s office. But he grips her arm, pulling her to his chest as he envelops her in a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs into her hair.

She turns her head up to look at him. “For?” She prompts.

Colt sighs, knowing what she wants to hear since this happens every couple of weeks when he drinks and gets insecure for no reason. “Being a jealous asshole.”

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Can you write Kamilah x mc prompt 32 and 48 THANK YOU:)

From this prompt list

Kamilah x MC (Anika)

“I can’t do this right now, I have to go.” Kamilah says, fighting back tears as she heads for the door. Kamilah is not used to caring about someone so much, not used to being vulnerable, she doesn’t like the feeling, it makes her feel weak.

Wanting to not feel weak led to their first big fight, and instead of talking through it Kamilah wants to flee.

Anika presses her back to the door, trapping Kamilah inside. Obviously, with her vampiric strength, Kamilah could easily pull Anika away from the door and continue her escape, but she doesn’t.

“Don’t you dare leave me, not now. If you walk out that door, we’re done.” Anika threatens.

Kamilah swallows the lump in her throat, staying put. Anika slowly steps away from the door. “I think we could both use a drink.” Anika murmurs, heading for the kitchen.

Kamilah slumps down onto the couch, head in her hands as she tries to collect herself.

Glass shatters in the kitchen, and Anika lets out a loud “Shit!”

Kamilah can smell her blood, it calls to her. She hurries to the kitchen to check on Anika.

“Blood? Are you bleeding?” Kamilah asks, rounding the corner.

Anika sucks on her bloody finger, trying to stem the bleeding. Kamilah’s fangs descend, and she pricks her own finger, approaching cautiously since they haven’t exactly made up yet.

Kamilah gently pulls Anika’s finger out of her mouth, instead of healing it right away, she takes the appendage into her own mouth, watching as Anika licks her lips, a familiar hunger in her eyes.

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19, Kamilah x MC if you'll take a second one from me 😊

Of course I’ll do a 2nd one for you! 😁 19 from this prompt list.

Kamilah x MC (Anika)

“You’re so beautiful Anika.” Kamilah praises as the two sway gently at the Raines Corp Charity Gala.

“Nowhere near as beautiful as you.” Anika insists, eyes sweeping over her beautiful date in her maroon ball gown.

“Don’t do that. You’re at least equally stunning. We make quite the good looking pair.” Kamilah spins Anika before pulling her back in, kissing her gently.

Anika pulls back just slightly. “Are you flirting with me?” She asks with a cheeky smile.

Kamilah raises a brow. “I wasn’t trying to be subtle. What do I need to do to make it clear that I am in fact flirting with you?” She queries.

“Get out of here with me.” Anika responds, intertwining their fingers before heading out to the waiting limo.

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Congratulations On You 333 followers/// for my request is...... Colt x Ellie. // #71 and #74

NSFW after the cut

Colt leans against the newly rebuilt door frame, looking on as Ellie acrobatically spins down the pole. His dark eyes spark with amusement and desire at the same time as he watches her sultry movements. 

Ellie climbs back to the top, using her impressive upper body strength, gripping the pole with her legs and leaning back.

“If you wanted sex, you could’ve just asked.” Colt says, stepping into the room. 

Ellie rolls her eyes, continuing with her workout routine. “Not everything is about you Colt.” 

Colt pulls up a chair from the back of the room, placing it directly in front of Ellie and the pole, making himself comfortable. “You mean, having this stripper pole installed in the garage wasn’t an early birthday present to me?”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted with this room.” Ellie reminds him, gripping the pole and raising herself sideways, her arms shaking much less than they had when she attempted this move a few months prior.  

“I thought you’d turn it into an office to do summer homework assignments or some boring shit like that. I like this better though.” He reveals, resting his chin in his hands as his eyes rake over her hungrily. 

“It’s good exercise. I started taking pole fitness classes at Langston and really liked it. I didn’t want to lose all my fitness gains over the summer.” Ellie explains, doing a handstand against the pole for support. 

“No complaints here.” Colt comments, taking his time looking over her physique which is prominently on display in her sports bra and leggings. 

Ellie can’t help but blush when she notices how he’s looking at her. “I can’t concentrate with you sitting there ogling me.” Ellie complains. 

“Then maybe you should take a break, refocus. Come here.” Colt demands, patting his lap. Ellie follows his instructions, walking over and allowing him to pull her down so she’s straddling his lap. 

Colt kisses her roughly, hands gliding up her slightly sweaty sides until his thumbs dip under the elastic of her bra, quickly pulling it off her and tossing it to the floor. He takes a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as she moans, pulling at his hair. 

“Did they teach you how to give a lap dance at stripper class?” He teases, thumb tweaking her other nipple.

“Not stripper class, pole fitness.” Ellie corrects, tugging at his white t-shirt as he lifts his arms, allowing her to pull it off him. 

“Is that a no?” He playfully complains, sucking in a ragged breath as she slips her hand into his basketball shorts, gripping his quickly hardening length and squeezing slightly roughly, the way he likes. 

“I don’t need to give you a lap dance to turn you on.” Ellie retorts, running her thumb over his tip as he jerks. 

Colt suddenly stands, hands gripping her thighs as he carries her to his newly rebuilt bedroom, bigger than the one he had before the fire. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s been working out.” Ellie quips, gripping at his flexed bicep as he easily carries her. 

“I can lift much heavier things than you.” Colt retorts, tossing her onto his bed when they reach their destination. 

Colt wastes no time in pulling her leggings and panties off in one smooth motion, he hovers over her sex, looking up at her through his lashes as he slides his tongue through her wet folds. 

“Colt.” Ellie murmurs, before intelligent speech is replaced with moans and gasps as his tongue works its magic. He has to use his free hand to hold her steady when he adds two fingers in addition to his tongue, her wildly bucking hips threatening to injure him. She comes with a loud cry of his name, and she’s barely recovered before she feels his hard length pressing at her entrance. He looks at her, clearly waiting for her permission, and when she nods he quickly sinks into her, groaning at the feeling of being enveloped in her wet heat.

“You feel so fucking good.” Colt mutters, increasing his pace as Ellie rolls her hips beneath him, matching his increasingly frantic rhythm. He captures her lips in a searing kiss, one hand tangling into her hair whilst the other finds her sensitive nub, rubbing circles as he continues to pound into her. 

He can feel her walls tightening around him as she nears another release, and the sensation hurtles him towards his own orgasm. Ellie gasps as he pushes in deep, his hand leaving her hair to grip at the headboard. “I love you Colt.” Ellie swears, pulling his lips to her’s for a sloppy open mouthed kiss. 

“I love you too.” Colt promises, leaving her lips to suck on her neck, marking her as his. His declaration of love, coupled with his amazing fingers and how he swivels his hips just so while he’s inside her causes Ellie to come again, mouth open in a silent cry as her nails dig into his back. 

Colt slams into her three more times as her body shakes before he spills inside her, tension releasing as he collapses onto her sweaty body with a soft cry of her name. 

Despite how tired he suddenly feels after expending all that energy, he manages to roll off her, pulling her to his chest and kissing her sweaty forehead. There is silence in the room besides both of their heavy breathing as they come down from their sex induced high. 

“Wow, that was really something.” Ellie comments several moments later. 

“You should pole dance for me more often.” Colt responds, fighting to keep his eyes open. 

“I think that might be the best sex we’ve ever had. I feel like that was monumental. Maybe I’m pregnant. I’m on birth control, but I wouldn’t be surprised if sex like that somehow resulted in a .01% birth control failure baby.” Ellie teases, kissing his bare chest. 

“Don’t even put that shit out into the universe.” Colt complains.

Ellie raises herself off his chest, peering down at him with narrowed eyes. “What? You don’t want to have babies with me?” She asks, clearly irritated at his reaction. 

“Of course I do baby, but years down the line. You have to finish school first. And I have to get the shop and the crew back up and running. Then we’ll have lots of babies.” Colt promises, sealing his vow with a gentle kiss. 

“We’ll see if I still want to have babies with you in a few years. Maybe I’ll meet some trust fund baby at Langston and move into a mansion.” Ellie taunts, clearly not over his gut reaction to her babies statement.

“Oh you will.” Colt assures her cockily. “You’ll never be able to get sex like this anywhere else.” 

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74 and 75 for Kamilah x MC

Requested from this prompt list

Kamilah x MC (Anika)

“Let’s have a baby.” Anika suddenly announces as the pair cuddles on the couch, watching a documentary about babies and language. 

Kamilah raises an eyebrow. “We’re both vampires now Anika. Vampires can’t have babies.”

Anika removes her head from Kamilah’s shoulder, turning to look at her. “I know that, obviously. It doesn’t have to be biologically our’s for it to be our baby. There’s adoption, egg donors, foster parenting...” Anika lists, looking at her wife hopefully. 

Kamilah never really thought about herself being a parent. Before Anika, it’s not something she’d ever thought she wanted. But the thought of a family with Anika is very appealing. “Let’s have a baby then.” She agrees, sealing the promise with a kiss. 

A few weeks later, Anika is waiting for Kamilah at the door when she returns to their apartment from the office. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.” Anika exclaims excitedly. “I found our pregnant mommy and future baby.” Anika explains, pushing the binder with the prospective birth mother’s information into her wife’s hands.  

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The Prank

#100 from this prompt list was requested by @akrenich. I accidentally deleted the request and the drabble 😣

Drake x Liam

“Come on Liam, you can’t give me the silent treatment forever.” Drake reasons, taking a seat in Liam’s office despite the fact that he’s clearly unwelcome at this particular moment.

Liam huffs, continuing to childishly ignore his best friend, and as of recently his lover.

“It was supposed to be a joke.” Drake continues to try to defend his actions.

“Yes, because Leo’s abdication and me being forced to marry is hilarious.” Liam retorts, inwardly kicking himself for allowing Drake to goad him out of his silent treatment.

Drake seems encouraged at getting a response, standing from the chair and sitting on the mahogany desk near Liam. “I was just trying to lighten the mood. This is hard for me, hard for us. You know that.” Drake states.

“That does not excuse writing that letter to Madeline, proclaiming my undying love!” Liam shouts, slamming the report onto his desk.

Drake winces, smiling apologetically. “In my defense, I was drunk on good whiskey when I wrote and sent that letter.” Liam seems unamused at the quip. “I hate that you’re mad at me, but you look so hot right now.” Drake reveals, desire in his eyes as his gaze meets Liam.

Liam wars with his unfamiliar anger and the familiar desire he feels when Drake is in a room. “Fuck it.” Liam decides, crashing his lips into Drake’s.

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29 and 41 for annelyse x Kenna w a jealous annelyse

Aurelia’s not only known for its riches, it has also gained a reputation as a kingdom that knows how to throw a party. It’s the perfect place to celebrate the upcoming nuptials to unite Aurelia and Stormholt in holy matrimony.

Annelyse smiles as she watches her subjects rejoice, drinking and dancing with merriment. Her smile falters somewhat as her eyes land on Raydan and her beloved Queen Kenna.

Whenever Raydan speaks, it seems as if he’s flirting. It’s truly one of his charms, one of the reasons she hired him. But it is decidedly less charming when it’s her fiancé in the cross hairs.

Annelyse glides over, dancing her way though the crowds. She wraps her arms around Kenna from behind, dropping a kiss to her neck. She playfully sticks her tongue out at Raydan. “Stay away, she’s mine.” She teases, but the look in her brown eyes alerts Raydan to the fact that there is underlying jealousy and anger behind the words.

He bows. “Of course My Majesty, and my other Majesty.” He directs to the pair, slinking away.

Kenna turns so she’s facing her beloved, placing a quick kiss to Annelyse’s painted lips.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking, or if you could actually possibly be jealous of Raydan, of all people.” Kenna teases.

“Not jealous.” Annelyse denies. “But every so often I just have to pull rank. Remind him that I’m in charge here.” She pulls Kenna in for a longer kiss. “And that you belong to me. Can’t have him forgetting that one.”

Kenna smirks, shaking her head softly. “I belong to my subjects, our subjects soon. Don’t try to pull rank with me darling.”

Annelyse blushes, thouroughly chagrined at her possessiveness. But then Kenna kisses her again, letting her future wife know that she is not at all mad.

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26, 41, 42, 47, 100 for mc x jealous kamilah please ❤️

A/N: I did 26 and 100, so this is 41, 42, 47 from this prompt list

Kamilah x MC (Anika)

Kamilah shouldn’t have drunk so much. But with Gaius’ return, and all the deaths, hiding, and destruction, it feels like the world is ending. She’s lived for so long, she might not have minded the end, it not for her.

She watches as Anika dances with Adrian, the old jukebox in the shadow den placing some 50s rock and roll song Kamilah is unfamiliar with. Anika laughs at something Adrian said. Anika hasn’t laughed in awhile. Either has Adrian. In a sober state, she would have enjoyed watching her oldest friend and the love of her life finding some joy in the chaos, but drunk Kamilah just feels rage.

She storms over, pulling Anika from Adrian and snarling into his face. “Get away from her or so help me God I’ll kick your ass.”

Adrian raises an eyebrow, hands raised in a surrendering gesture as he backs away. Anika gives Kamilah a questioning look, but Kamilah storms away, back to the alcohol stash to pour herself another drink.

Anika follows, cornering Kamilah. “What was that?!”

Kamilah shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

Anika’s brows furrow. “Who? Adrian?”

Kamilah seethes. “Yes Adrian. He looks at you like he wants to devour you.”

“I’ve never gotten that sense from him. He’s just my friend, and my boss.”

Kamilah rolls her eyes. “I’ve known Adrian Raines for hundreds of years. He doesn’t have a lot of female friends.”

“Besides you.” Anika counters.

“And he used to hit on me too, even when I was with Gaius.”

“Are you jealous of Adrian?” Anika’s tone is more amused than Kamilah would like.

She refuses to admit to her jealousy. “You belong to me.”

Anika nods, looping her arms around Kamilah’s neck and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I do.” She promises.

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35 for Raleigh x MC

Implied NSFW

“Would you stop?” Cadence complains, but with no real heat, taking Raleigh’s hand off her bottom and placing it back on the small of her back as they sway to the live jazz band.

Raleigh’s hands don’t stay appropriately placed for long, sliding back down her silky red dress to rest on her backside, squeezing audaciously. “I have a lot of trouble keeping my hands off you.” He responds, kissing her neck. When he returns to her lips, she can taste the tequila on his tongue.

Cadence pulls away and glances around, seeing that no one seems to be paying attention to them at the celebrity filled after party. It should be safe to slip out for a few minutes.

She raises her lips to the shell of his ear, teasingly tracing her tongue along it and delighting in the full body shiver that comes out of him. “Come to the bathroom with me.” She proposes.

Raleigh grins, “So I can rip your panties off and have my way with you?”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.” Cadence informs him, tone sultry as she takes his hand and leads him to their destination.

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Drabbles

Sabina x MC, Ernest x MC, and Becca x MC requested by @noeschoices from this prompt list

Sabina x MC (Arin)

“It is absolutely ridiculous.” Sabina seethes, pacing the apothecary as Arin and Locusta look on. “How can they just take my home? They didn’t even ask if I had someplace to go!” Sabina complains.

“Sadly, it’s the world we live in. These men don’t even see us as people.” Locusta points out.

“Do not worry Sabina, when I kill Caesar I’ll make sure your property is returned to you.” Arin swears.

Sabina pauses in her pacing, turning to Arin to give her lover a passionate kiss. “Although it sometimes makes me fear for you, there is something so attractive about your vengefulness.”

Arin smiles, gripping Sabina’s neck and pulling her in for a deeper kiss. Arin pulls away just barely, speaking against Sabina’s full lips.

“And you’re cute when you’re angry.”

Ernest x MC (Clara)

A/N: Set in book 1 before they get together

“Why, Mr. Sinclaire! What a pleasant surprise.” Clara greets, adjusting her sun hat as she approaches him in Edgewater’s Gardens.

“Lady Clara.” Ernest returns, admiring how beautiful she looks in her light blue dress before shaking himself out of his reverie. “I hope we’re not imposing.” He gestures to his young cousin, standing beside him. “I wanted to show my cousin Charles the gardens, and you said I was welcome at any time.”

Clara grins, crouching to Charles’ level to shake the young boy’s hand. Charles raises her hand to his lips instead, “pleased to make your acquaintance, my lady.” He greets, turning to Ernest for approval at his recently learned formal greeting.

Ernest nods, and the boy grins.

Clara laughs, standing to her full height. “It seems your big cousin has taught you well. Perhaps one day, you will be as highly sought a marriage prospect as he is.”

Ernest blushes at her teasing despite himself, and Clara grins at her ability to get under his skin. She goes one step further. “In addition to being a fine husband, you’d make a great dad.”

Becca x MC (Emily)

“You’re absolutely infuriating.” Becca complains, removing her earrings and wiping makeup off her face.

“What did I even do to make you mad?” Emily asks, kicking off her heels and then turning her back towards Becca so she can unzip her dress.

Becca helps her fiance with the zipper, even though she’s mad at her. “You need to stay out of Abby and Tyler’s business. Why would you invite her to stay with us?! Do you not remember how badly that went in college?”

Emily flushes. “Well, she’s my friend! And so is he! I think some space would be good for them.”

Becca rolls her eyes, slipping out of her own dress and into her pajamas. “You just love to be all up in their business.”

Emily bites her lip, unable to deny that. She is notoriously nosy. But she knows how to get back in Becca’s good graces. She crawls into bed beside Becca, raising herself up onto her side to look at her. “I hate that you’re mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

Becca rolls her eyes. “That’s not going to work this time Emily. Call Abby and let her know she can’t stay here.”

Emily pouts. “Fine.”

Becca grins, pulling her into a passionate kiss. “Now tell me all about how hot I am.” She mumbles as she unhooks Emily’s bra.”

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Reunited

Logan x MC (Ellie)

3 and 26 from this prompt list requested by the wonderful @brightpinkpeppercorn

Ellie stumbles on the cobblestone as she makes her way back to her dorm room from the last day of classes party. Freshman year at Langston has been difficult, both academically and personally. Ellie is excited the Spring semester has come to an end, after finals she’ll be able to go back to LA and decompress for the summer. She decided to get a head start on the decompressing tonight, drinking and dancing for hours to let out some stress before she needs to buckle down in the library to prepare for final exams.

Ellie gives up on drunkenly walking in her heels, gripping the handrail at the top of the steps as she pulls the shoes off. Barefoot is definitely safer. Her vision blurry, she closes her eyes to try to stop the spinning. She puts her shoes in one hand, gripping the rail with the other as she slowly starts down the stairs.

She thinks she’s doing pretty good, she gets a little overconfident and puts her shoes back on when she gets towards the bottom. Definitely a mistake, because she misses the next step and slips. Ellie shuts her eyes, bracing herself for the hard tumble to the cobblestone below, but the impact never comes. An arm had reached out, pulling her into a hard chest and saving her.

“Whoa there Troublemaker, careful.”

Ellie’s eyes fly open, her gaze meeting those brown orbs she often dreams of. Is she dreaming now? Drunkenly hallucinating maybe? She often mistakes men with long brown hair for him around campus, her hopes dashed when she gets closer and sees that it was just her imagination and yearning for him getting the best of her again.

She blinks several times, and he’s still there, looking at her worriedly. “Let’s get you down these stairs.” Logan states, lifting her carefully before descending the last few stairs, placing her on solid ground.

Ellie cups his cheeks, eyes searching his as he immediately softens, hands coming up to rest on top of her’s.

“You’re real.” Ellie whispers, disbelief and wonder in her voice. “You’re here.”

“I shouldn’t be. I know that. But I can’t stay away from you Ellie. I promised myself I wasn’t going to interfere, I’d just look from afar to satisfy my need to see you and then go, but then you almost fell.”

Ellie has never been so grateful for her clumsiness. “You came looking for me.” She says, voice louder and stronger now as tears well in her eyes.

Logan can’t take it anymore, hands dropping to her waist to pull her close, lips seeking her’s in the dim light of Langston’s street lamps.

Her lips part when he licks at them, and he deepens the kiss as her hands wind into his long hair. She can feel his arousal as their heated make out session continues, and she rolls her hips against him, causing him to pull away with a groan.

Their eyes open, staring each other down for several silent moments. “I should go. Everything in my life is so fucked up and you’re here following your dreams and trying to move on and I’m not going to mess all of that up for you.” Logan forces out, dropping his hands from her and taking a step back.

Trying to move on? Ellie realizes he must have been watching her at the party, dancing with other guys. She kissed Jeff, a guy in her biology class she hooks up with occasionally when she’s missing Logan. That’s not her moving on, she can’t move on, she loves Logan.

She grips his hand before he can leave, interlacing their fingers. “I haven’t moved on Logan. I think about you every day. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you. I still love you Logan, I still want you.” She promises.

It’s like a dam breaks within him at her words, and suddenly she’s back in his arms, his face buried in her neck as he hugs her tightly. She pulls back, capturing his lips again.

It’s several moments before he pulls back, speaking softly against her lips. “How many strangers?” He questions, hands kneading at the skin beneath her flowy shirt.

Ellie smirks, kissing him again before responding. “Are you jealous?”

Logan scoffs. “Jealous? Me? No.”

“Hmm...you sure sound jealous.” Ellie teases, soothing him with another kiss. “You’ll always be my first.” She whispers, grinning up at him.

Logan grins back, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers again.