#Also i'm so sorry the prompt seems so gentle but here I am like

[sweettifalockhart-archived]

[HAND] Sender takes receivers hand so they don't get lost in a crowd. (buddy system)

[HAND] Sender takes receivers hand so they don't get lost in a crowd.

Unlikely would be a severe understatement of their current... situation. It was supposed to be her first mission; her chance to prove herself to the other Turks. Yet, when chaos disrupts her plans, Tifa quickly realises how ill-prepared she is. An ambush, at the least expected moment, right before reinforcements could cover the new area.

Boots, still new, crisp and lacking in experience, strike manicured concrete in a desperate attempt to reach the one she is meant to protect (He's only the literal Crown Prince of the actual world, after all.) Confusion clouds her mind, everything looks the same in this man-made jungle. The crowd scrambles, and the stench of smoke slowly descends upon them. "--Sir!" She calls to him, almost struggling to keep up. Unexpectedly, she feels fingers wrap around her hand. A small tug and she almost falls forward. "Shit!" she utters, and taps the earpiece. "I've got eyes on the Vice President. We are headed for --."

@whitexdove

[klausysworld]

A prompt I had for a while: reader is a single widowed mother. Klaus and her become close but she’s reluctant as she’s scared to start anything with Klaus as she’s worried her daughter may get attached. Klaus is adamant he loves reader and her daughter.

Just fluff and stuff!

Bonus: smut? And even a lil addition to the family that’s a mix of Klaus and reader 👶

Life goes on

I had only dated a couple of guys since losing my husband.

It had taken a while to allow myself to feel okay with being someone else, especially because of Luna; my daughter. She's only young, barely 6 and I didn't want her to think I was replacing her father, not that she really remembers him much now. Years had passed now and sometimes she would ask where her daddy was and why he couldn't visit.

I had only let her meet one other guy before and she was more heartbroken than I was when it didn't work out so I knew I needed to keep her away from that aspect of my life, especially while she was so young.

But that didn't mean that I didn't date.

It wasn't a frequent thing, just when I found someone I really liked and well, I really liked Nik.

We met at Luna's school actually. He also has a daughter who's a few years older and we had just dropped them off. I accidentally caught his eye when I took a glance round the playground and we smiled at each other politely.

He was a sight for sore eyes: good hair, nice eyes, charming smile, lean body and a nice sense of fashion. An annoying sense of guilt always filled me when I found another man attractive so I looked away and headed to work.

Still though, I couldn't help look for him and his smile every morning when I dropped Luna off and every afternoon when I picked her back up. He would always be looking back at me as his own daughter would run on over to him and he would take her backpack from her and give me a look as if to say "Kids, am I right?" and I would always smile a little wider and gesture to my own who would always be pulling on my sleeve telling me she wanted to go home or to a friends house.

It made me jump a little the first time he actually spoke to me, he had appeared behind me as though out of thin air and quickly apologised when I flinched away at the sound of his voice and placed my hand over my chest.

He chuckled as he spoke, "Forgive me, I didn't mean to frighten you"

His voice had a beautiful accent that made my cheeks blush pink and my attention to focus on him completely.

"That's okay, I just wasn't paying attention" I dismissed and he smiled

"I'm Nik" he introduced and I felt my heart flutter a little bit in a way that I knew I would feel bad about later.

"Y/n" I whispered and he hummed as he took my hand and kissed that back of it, I couldn't help but laugh at the outdated gesture and he rolled his eyes playfully.

I glanced over to the doors where I was waiting for Luna to come out briefly before turning back to him. He had a curious sort of look in his eye that made me ask if something was wrong but he shook his head.

"I just don't understand why you're single" he murmured and I felt my eyes go to the floor as I hesitated because there was no right way to every tell somebody that my husband had died and since then my life was a mess. So I turned away from him and tried to swallow the memory of my husbands death away but then I felt his Nik's on my arm and the gentle act reminded me of him. "I don't mean to offend you" he told me, his tone soft and it made me feel worse.

"You didn't, I'm sorry my daughters here now so I have to go" I whispered, walking forward to meet Luna as she already had her hand outstretched to hold onto mine.

I tried not to look at him the next day.

Dating was complicated enough, dating a man who's child went to the same school as mine was too much.

However, for better or worse, no matter how much I tried to ignore him, our eyes always seemed to meet and as the days passed we ended up stood closer and closer together. Once we were so close, it felt rude to ignore him so we would talk. Not really about anything important or deep, mostly parent things and what sorts of things the girls were up to. It was a conversation topic that was easy and didn't open up too many personal questions.

I started to like him, more than I wanted to. But so did other moms and teachers for that matter even though most of them were married. Woman were cruel sometimes, often I wondered if they just never evolved from highschool.

For whatever reason, they didn't like that I was a single mother, despite it not being my fault or choice. Luna and I had moved here after my husband died but I only had to tell one person for the whole town to know that I was widowed and struggling.

Klaus wasn't aware for a while, not until one of the other moms filled him in.

I had gotten to school a little late because work and ran over, I was never late but unfortunately I had been that day but I rang the school to let them know even though it was only a few minutes so that Luna wasn't stood waiting.

When I got there Luna was running toward me crying and I quickly lifted her up asking what was wrong.

"They're talking about Daddy" she whimpered and I quickly looked over. Two woman were talking to eachother, loudly. Nik was looking right at me and I felt my face heating up as the moms spoke about how felt for someone like me and they wondered how I managed to even get out of bed each morning let alone flirt with other men after losing my husband.

I kissed Luna's head gently and whispered for her to ignore it before walking briskly to my car and strapping her in. I wiped away the tears that threatened to spill and went round to my side of the car.

Fast paced footsteps approached me before I heard his voice. "Y/n, love, are you alright?" he asked, his hand going to my upper back in an act of comfort and it made my eyes water again.

"I'm fine" I whispered but it came out as weak and unconvincing as I felt.

I didn't have it in me to push myself away from him when he pulled me into a hug, his hand stroked the back of my hair and I cried into his shoulder. I knew Luna could see me hugging a man from her carseat and it made me cry harder at the thought.

"It's alright" he mumbled while his arms seemed to circle me tighter. I tried to apologise but he shushed my sorrys away and helped wipe my tears away. I glanced over to where his daughter, Hope, was stood. She gave me a sympathetic smile and waved a little, Klaus handed Hope the keys to his car and asked he to wait for a moment before turning back to me. "Hope lost her mother due to childbirth" he told me and I softened all that more.

"I'd say I'm sorry but... I know that's not really something you want to hear again" I whispered and he smiled a little.

"You'd be correct" he muttered and I glanced back at Luna who held a worried but curious expression. I looked back at him and nodded before letting go of me and opening my car door for me. I sniffed and thanked him before getting into my seat and watching him walk over to his own car before driving home.

Luna asked who he was and I told her he was just another dad from school, but I knew she wasn't as clueless as she acted.

Thankfully it was a Friday so I didn't have to see Nik for a couple of days, or any of the moms. Just Luna and I.

Once Monday came back around I didn't feel like facing the stuck up bitches of the community so watched Luna go in from my car and waved to her teacher at the door so they knew how Luna got there. I went to get back into my car when Nik's voice called out for me and captured my attention once more.

"I do hope you aren't avoiding me, love" he called as he grew nearer and I quickly shook my head.

"No, not you" I replied and his brows pulled together briefly before a look of realisation and sympathy washed over his face.

"They don't know what they're saying. Nobody knows how it feels until they've gone through it, not that I want any of them to but it would help a little if they understood at least a fraction of the pain" he expressed and I couldn't have worded it better myself.

"I just don't know how people can be so unempathetic" I mumbled and he nodded solemnly.

"The world" he muttered "is a cruel place. It always has been." somehow he sounded as if he truly knew that and I found myself questioning it.

"Will it always be?" I whispered and he shook his head.

"Not for everyone. Not for you, I won't allow it." he told me, honesty shining in his eyes that made a blush spread to my ears and a smile to creep across my face.

"I won't hold you to it" I breathed but he shook his head and took my hand, kissing the back of it making my eyes roll.

"I don't tend to break promises" he uttered before squeezing my hand and letting me go to work for the day.

Later we both got to school early to see the other though neither of us outwardly confirmed it, we both knew. That was when he asked if I was ever free to go out for lunch or dinner or anything. I was reluctant and he could see that,

"It doesn't have to be a date" he offered, "just friends getting something to eat or drink or going on a walk..."

After a moment I agreed and told him that one of my neighbours would be happy to babysit Luna for a couple hours after work or on the weekend. The elderly lady next door was lovely and welcoming, she gave sympathy immediately and loved Luna from day one and had watched over her a couple times throughout the last couple years.

We just went and got some coffee and went for a walk to begin with. It was nice to ease into it. The last guy I went out with expected way too much on the first date while Nik kissed my cheek and knew that was enough for that day. Somehow he seemed to know everything, when to make a move and when to slow down. He could read me like a book and under different circumstanced that would scare me but I didn't feel afraid with him.

So I started to see him more frequently, more romantically.

He would take me to fancy restaurants and refuse to let me even see the check which to begin with was cute but started to make me feel guilty which he picked up on and explained that he didn't want me to ever think about money when I was with him. He said that he had more than he knew what to do with and spoiling me made him happy. I wasn't completely settled with this answer but I accepted it a bit.

We ended up making it into a little game. We would see which one of us could grab the check the fastest, he almost always won but every now and then I would manage to snatch it up, he would be trying to get it off of me but I would threaten to scream so he had to stop tickling. On occasion, if he had to go to the bathroom, I would manage to pay the bill before he was able to intervene and he would strop over it and end up buying me something worth much more that the date.

Everything about it was heavenly, accept for the comments and opinions of others. However it seemed that people only seemed to step out of line once before they never spoke ill of me again, it was strange but somehow I knew that Klaus had something to do with it.

This was confirmed when he dropped be home and my neighbour: Dorothy, or Dot was stood outside with a hard expression on her face as she held a sleeping Luna. I approached with a confused frown.

"What's wrong?" I asked worried and her eyes snapped to mine.

"That's the man you're seeing?" she asked, her tone judgemental and I didn't understand the switch up. I nodded, confused and she tightened her hold on Luna making my eyes narrow in concern. "You stop talking to that man right now. He is no good and never will be. A monster is that man and I will not allow him to be in Luna's life nor yours." she argued and I frowned.

"Dot- what on earth are you on about?" I asked, alarmed.

"He is the devil reincarnated. You stay away." she warned as she handed me Luna. "You don't understand now but you will if you stay near him. He'll ruin whatever good you have."

I didn't know what she was on about, or why or how she knew Nik but Dorothy was not a liar and she was not a hateful person so to see her voice such a harsh opinion spoke volumes.

I was a little more skeptical around Nik, but I also didn't really know what I was looking for. He just seemed upset and stressed when I turned down the third date in a row.

It made me feel awful so I went to Dot and started to demand answers.

Now, I'll be honest, I thought she was losing it when she started talking about vampires and werewolves and witches. But when I tried to leave the door slammed shut without her touching it and the fireplace flames roared.

"You have to listen to me dear, and you have to really hear me to be able to understand" she whispered, leading me back to the sitting room where she went into depth regarding her own witch heritage and then the originals and Nik or rather Niklaus.

Luna knew something was wrong when I let her have a couple days off school and she asked if it was because of Nik. She wasn't naive and she knew that I liked him more than others.

Eventually she asked to go back to school, being at home for so many days was boring so I took her in.

There was no way of avoiding Niklaus when he was waiting beside my car with a look of hurt throughout him. I tried to ignore him and just open the door but his hand touched my arm and I pulled away quickly. He caged me against the car and I could feel fear consuming me.

"Y/n" he murmured, his tone so soft that it confused me again. "Love, if I've done something to upset to upset you or scare you..." He trailed, his hands cupping both sides of my face and I couldn't help but enjoy the warmth he always had. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't know how to get out of the situation I was in and it was making me panic further.

"I need to go to work" I whispered quietly, weakly.

"I know..." he mumbled, "but...I need you and... you won't even look at me"

"You don't need me Nik" I told him, "It was only a few dates-"

"It's not" he argued

"We haven't slept together so it's not a big deal-"

"That's a lie and you know it" he whispered, exasperated.

I glanced up at him, and then I wasn't able to look away. He was right, it was a much bigger deal than I wanted to admit. We had connected on a much more emotional level than anyone I had before, other than my husband those years ago.

"We can't be together" I whispered and his frown deepened

"Did I kiss you too soon? I never meant to rush you" he muttered, concern displayed across his face

"It's not that-"

"Then what-"

"You're a vampire!" I whisper-yelled and his mouth snapped shut. "Or a hybrid or something...I don't...I can't..."

He stayed silent and stepped back, allowing me to open my car door and get in. I didn't hesitate in driving away.

I didn't see him when I picked up Luna however I did receive a message later that evening.

Hello, my love I do hope you'll one day forgive me for keeping my true identity a secret. I never meant to frighten you or make you feel uncomfortable, however I suppose that's why I didn't tell you. I like you very much, more than I have liked someone in many years and I love that you're such a lovely mother. I've thoroughly enjoyed our dates and I had hoped that we would progress our relationship however I understand that you are afraid for yourself and for Luna. Know that I would never, ever harm your daughter. I have one of my own and I know what it's like to love and worry for a child. I would never hurt either of you. Still, I know you will probably feel alarmed by my presence so I'll leave you be is that's would you want, all I ask is that you please don't tell others of my species as it puts Hope's life endanger and all I want is for her and you to be safe. I don't expect a reply but know that I will always have a space for you in my heart.

I could feel my heart aching as I read down to the bottom line.

I didn't see him anywhere for the next too weeks and I found myself missing him terribly.

Eventually I couldn't take it. I found that I didn't see him as anything other than a man. Not a monster or a threat. Just someone I cared for deeply and knowing that I had hurt him made me feel terribly guilty.

So I ended up messaging for him to meet me outside a little cafe. I had already ordered and paid for our drinks and was sat at a table waiting for him to arrive anxiously.

He got there exactly on time like always and sat opposite me with a singular flower for in his hand which he held out for me and I accepted with a small smile.

"Thank you" I whispered and his lips curled up as his hand moved to hold my hand and I let him, holding his back.

We spoke for a while, discussed who he was and how he got here, his intentions and any of my other questions before talking about our relationship again. I told him about my neighbour and he said he knew her last name and that decades ago her family had been involved with his brother, Kol, which resulted in a rather brutal and tragic even.

He admitted to being apart of the massacre and didn't attempt to justify his actions but just apologised for them and offered to formally apologise to Dorothy.

So, I brought him to her home and she instantly attacked him. It was only when I got in the way and she accidentally hurt me instead that she stopped. I was holding onto my head and crying while Klaus held me to his chest and tried to have me drink his blood which I now knew would heal me but the idea of it made me gag. Eventually I let the metallic taste fill my mouth and swallowed it down, the pain went away in a matter of seconds and Dot was hysterically sorry.

Klaus wouldn't let her near me and instead lifted me up and took me home. Dot begged me not to invite him in but I did so anyway.

He sat me down on the couch and kept asking if I was still hurt no matter how many times I told him that I was okay. He seemed more sorry than Dorothy and wouldn't stop checking me over.

It made me see just how much he cared and how honest he was being when he said he didn't want any harm to come to me. I could also see him resisting the urge to go back over to Dot after her causing me pain.

Eventually we had to go get Hope and Luna. No other parents so much as glanced our way when we both arrived in my car and I glanced to Klaus with the sneaking suspicion that he had compelled some of the women there but I didn't ask.

I let him officially meet Luna and although she was shy, she told me that she liked him once we got home.

Hope and Luna had a couple of play dates and everyone was getting along.

Luna started to ask for Nik sometimes, and once or twice she had accidentally called him 'dad' or 'daddy' though she would deny it afterwards and cry because she didn't want her father to think she was replacing him which would break my heart without fail.

Hope was a little older than Luna so more mature, Klaus didn't have the same issues I was having.

It had been months, over a year since our first date and Klaus told me that he loved me. It was a reality check of sorts. It scared me a little.

I had to start really thinking. Klaus was immortal and hope had powers. Luna and I would never be anything more than human. We would never be powerful and one day I would get old and Klaus wouldn't love me the way he does now, for all I know another woman could catch his eye and he would leave Luna and I right back where we were. Alone.

It worried me more when Luna asked if Nik and Hope could live with us. It was something I know Nik had considered, he had spoken about it a couple times but we never really came to a final decision. However I had to think about that now.

Klaus was already adamant that I shouldn't have to work so much but the fear of him leaving, or worse...dying, made me cling onto my job for stability. I couldn't ever risk not having a roof over Luna's head and that meant never relying on anybody. I know Nik doesn't really understand that fear. He promises that, even though it won't ever happen, if we did break up then he would never let myself or Luna to be struggling.

"I could never do that to you" he promised after I told him of the thoughts that haunted my head.

"Not now maybe...but I don't know...what if something really bad happened?" I asked quietly and he frowned, cupping my jaw and kissing my forehead as we lay in my bed for the third night in a row while Luna and Hope had another sleepover a couple doors over.

"Nothing could ever be bad enough for me to do that" he whispered and I looked down as i traced meaningless shapes onto his bare chest.

"What if...what if you were killed or something?" I mumbled, wincing at the thought and memories.

"Then I would leave everything to you and you and Luna and Hope would be living like royalty" he murmured and I game him an unconvincing half-smile.

"Well...what if something happened to me?" I questioned and he went quiet, just looking at me for a moment before replying.

"Then I would raise Luna as well as I could, and we would think of you and love you always" he finally answered and I lay my head down against his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular.

“You have to promise…that even if you hate me, you can��t ever hate Luna” I whisper. His hold tightened on me and I was pulled as close as physically possible.

“I promise” he agreed as I closed my eyes as I tried to relax as much as I could.

I won’t lie, I had to be reassured more than I thought. I just couldn’t stop the worries.

But Klaus always had the perfect thing to say, he always made me feel safe and comfortable. He made Luna happy and he was a new beginning for both of us. Him and Hope were our family now, Always and Forever.

(I’m so sorry I didn’t add any smut or another addition…maybe I could make a part two and involve their family growing?? I think I got too invested in the emotional side when writing)

[moonlit-imagines]

Needles and Knives

Jason Todd x reader

warnings: um. needles and knives

a/n: i just wanted to do a tattoo artist au for jason im weak. also no this isnt an nsfw

prompt:

It took a bit of thorough deliberation to figure out just what you'd be getting permanently inked on your body, but eventually you'd been able to settle on a meaningful piece. Quite the piece according to your artist, Jason Todd.

You walked into the studio, a bit dark and dingy in an endearing way. Fortunately, Jason's setup was more clean and organized than the rest of the place. "Sorry for the mess, the other guys aren't as concerned about health code as I am." He chuckled as he walked over to the front desk. "Far as I know, there hasn't even been an inspector here in at least five years." You laughed with him as he got everything set up on his end.

"Thanks for taking me this late," you said, "I'm kind of a night owl."

"You're not the only one." Jason tapped the chair you'd be sitting on for the appointment. "Make yourself comfortable, it's gonna be a pretty long session." You'd picked a nicely sized thigh tattoo that would be roughly three hours long, but Jason said he was in no rush and would only charge for two. You didn't think he was in this for the money, he seemed to like what he did. Or maybe he just liked poking people with needles. Either way it was a good deal and you liked being in the studio late and alone, it was more peaceful this way.

He was as gentle as possible, checking in every few minutes no matter how much you assured him you could take a little pain. Judging by the looks of it, you could say the same about him. There were plenty of scars on his arms from what you could see past his t-shirt sleeves. You tried not to make it obvious as you started observing the rest of his exposed skin for other marks. There was definitely a faint bruise around his eye and a few healing cuts and scrapes under bandages. Maybe he was trying to fool you with the “new tattoo” look the way those bandages were wrapped, but you could tell he got roughed up. You wondered if his knuckles were just as bad under the gloves.

“You alright?” Jason asked once again, wiping away at the ink on your skin.

“Uh-huh.” You dully replied.

“Seem a little nervous.” He commented without looking back at you, dragging the needle across your skin again. “You can’t keep still.”

“Oh.” You mumbled. “Just a little restless. Not used to sitting in one spot this long.” You both chuckled lightly.

“I know the feeling.” Jason responded. “Tattooing is really just a side hustle, I don’t do it all that often.”

“Really? You seem pretty experienced.” You complimented him and took a peek at the work so far. “What’s the ‘main hustle’ then?” You pried and watched his lips curl upwards ever so slightly.

“That’s a secret.” He responds after a moment of hesitation. You thought he was joking—just a bit of a tease—but he never did give you a straight answer. You were forced to keep awkwardly staring at the injuries he’d sustained recently and further back and make your assumptions. Maybe he got in a fight with a bear. Maybe several bears.

“Late night tattooing, huh? Any particular reason?” You innocently asked. He laughed just a little—just enough to embarrass you a little bit—and stopped tattooing.

“Let’s take a break. Can I get you a water?” Jason offered and walked over to the mini fridge.

“Oh, uh, sure?” You accepted. “I didn’t offend you, did I?”

“No, not at all.” He assured, handing you a cool bottle and taking his seat once again. “You’re just full of curiosity. Remind me of my brother. Always asking questions.”

“Not always a bad thing.” You took a sip and checked the work in progress. “Looks promising so far.”

“I’d hope so.” Jason used a paper towel to pat it lightly with a gloved hand. “You’re a bleeder.”

“Needles do that.” You nodded playfully. He was charismatic, made you feel welcome and not like a burden for making him do the work. He liked your design, he helped bring it to life, and he made sure you were comfortable when the needle was in your skin. You were just so curious about who this guy was when he wasn’t in this dump of a tattoo shop. “You ever gonna tell me what the main gig is?”

“I’m a pastor.” Jason answered and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I bet.” You noticed your cheeks start to hurt from the smirk you couldn’t shake since you’d started conversation. “Boxing?”

“You could say that.” Jason agreed with that guess. “Why do you think that?”

“The bruise on your face and all your bandages.” You tilted your head to motion what you’d noticed in your short time together. “Is that not it?”

“Oh, no. Right on the nose.” Jason was either very good at lying or had a very dry sense of humor. Either way, you figured it was time to stop prying. He was, after all, just your tattoo artist.

After a few minutes of cooling down, Jason got back to work. He’d been more focused thaan before, brows furrowed as he lost himself in the detail. That could only benefit you, though. And by the end, the tattoo looked beautiful.

“Thank you, it really looks amazing.” You moved to check all angles in the mirror.

“It was a great piece, I’m glad I did it justice.” Jason started cleaning up as you paid, you said your goodbyes and left the building.

Gotham wasn’t exactly the safest of places and you were pushing 2AM as you walked down the street. Of course you knew walking was not the best mode of transportation, it was the one getting you home tonight. Especially after blowing all that money on your tattoo.

Halfway home, you realized that you were being followed by a group of people that definitely did not know you or have any positive intentions. You picked up the pace and upon realizing this, they began advancing. You thought that it was over for you before loud screams caused you to stop and spin around. There you saw a man in a red mask standing over several unconscious bodies, freshly beaten by himself. Red Hood. “Are you alright?” He asked you, which gave you deja-vu. Even with that mask on, the warped voice, the concern in the question could not thwart you.

“Jason Todd?” You asked in a whisper. The mask didn’t convey any emotions, but the pause in his answer did.

“…No.” He said.

“Yes.” You replied. “Boxing.”

“Let’s not talk here.” He requested, walking along with you to a safer location. It took some time, but you got home okay.

“Were you following me?” You finally got the chance to ask him.

“Yes.” Jason responded honestly. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safely. Luckily, I was there. You make it a habit walking alone in Gotham—at night?”

“I ought to do it more often if it means you’ll be watching.” You slyly flirted with him, adrenaline still pumping a bit from the tattoo and the fear of being attacked on your walk home.

“Oh, how hilarious.” Jason took off his helmet after you let him inside. “Don’t do dumb shit like that again. You’re gonna get that pretty face of yours roughed up if you’re not careful.” He warned in the same flirtatious tone.

“What, like yours?” You tapped the side of your facecthat mirrored his bruise and he nodded.

“This isn’t pretty. And I’ve been through much worse, believe me.” Jason put his helmet back on.

“Oh, I’m sure.” You sat down on your couch. “I’m sure you have other beautiful people to follow home and ensure their safety. Have fun out there.”

“Remember the care tips for that tattoo. That’s some of my best work there.” He pointed sternly as he approached the door.

“You’ll just have to check in and make sure. Maybe you can help me with that, too.” You smiled mischievously and wondered if he was blushing under that helmet.

“Maybe I will.” His mask distorted his voice still and he shook his head. “Make sure to lock this.” Jason reminded as he exited out the front door.

“How will you get back in, then?”

“I’ll knock.”

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[ssentimentals]

hi! pretty please can i ask for a hurt prompt (1) with dokyeom? 🥹🥹 idk if it's relevant but i'd like to see him being busy and stuff and starts to forget about his s/o (completely pretty irrelevant) but you could also do it on your own way, either way i'd be grateful! thank you so much <3

hi hi my pretty! thank you for requesting! 💜 hopefully you will like it!

hurt prompt: 'every time i see you, i feel more alone.'

in all honesty, you are surprised that this haven't happened earlier. your patience was wearing thin for almost two months and today it finally snapped. seokmin looks as angry as you do, maybe even angrier and isn't that funny? 'i am working,' he seethes, tone going high like never before. 'so sorry that i can't text you every single minute!'

you laugh hysterically, torn between wanting to run away and throw something at his face. 'have i said that i want that? no! i am saying that for the last two months you acted like i don't exist, seokmin! this is not okay!'

frustrated, your boyfriend runs his fingers through his hair, messing them up even more. 'i am trying hard for both of us,' he mutters, trembling with fury. 'i am trying for us and instead of being understanding you-'

'understanding?' you interrupt, shouting. 'have i not been understanding when you missed almost every single dinner? when you didn't show up at my events that were important for me? haven't i been supportive with sending you food, encouraging messages, fucking hell, seokkie, i-' you pause, breathing in. your voice trembles, when you spit out: 'every time i see you, i feel more alone. it's like you're not even here when you're with me. it's like- like i don't have a boyfriend, seokmin. and you promised to never make me feel alone.'

previous angry cloud above you two instantly dissapates at those words. seokmin blinks, face morphing from anger to pity and then self-loathing. he watches as you wrap your hands around yourself and his heart breaks; when he is here, how can you do this to yourself? jumping up from his place, he takes you into his arms with determination and gentleness, hugging you tight as you break down into heartbreaking sobs. 'i'm sorry,' he whispers, caressing your back. 'i didn't- i just didn't notice. it wasn't intentional, i promise. i just wanted to get more bonuses before christmas, wanted to spoil you this year and got so into the work that i forgot about anything else. i'm sorry baby, i'm so sorry.'

you forgive him, of course. your heart can't stay mad at seokmin for longer than five seconds; it seems like your heart can function normally when you and seokmin are alright. you hug him back, relishing the warmth and familiar scent, needing this all those two months. 'i just want you,' you mutter into his shoulder. 'i don't care for bonuses.'

'oh, love,' seokmin kisses top of your head, sighing. he feels so foolish now and his mind can't comprehend how did he manage to be so blind. 'you've already got me.'

'you owe me two months of being clingy,' you say, trying to lighten the mood. 'and affectionate. and i want a lot of chocolate.'

seokmin chuckles, thanking god that he sent you his way. 'sure, baby. anything you want. anything.'

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

For Safekeeping

Written for the Kissing Booth bonus card of the @steddiebingo

Prompt: Amnesia

Words: 1,017 [also on AO3]

Rated: M

Tags: Fae!Eddie; Dark Eddie; Human!Steve; Mind control; Memory loss; Master/Servant; Implied sexual content; Dubious consent

Notes: Continued from here.

Sometimes, his mind tries to go back. 

It's small and insignificant things that'll trigger it, mostly. A chilly draft riding on the night air, the glint of a blade on one of the guards’ belts. The scent of the flowers that His Lordship likes to put into his hair. He hasn't been able to figure out any rhyme or reason to it, even in all the time he's been here. 

He … 

He thinks he's been here a long while.

Time passes in strange and unusual ways in the realm of the fae. Misty early morning light that seems to last forever blurring into the golden heat of midday giving way to swirling red and purple lights in a starry midnight sky. He tried to keep track of the seasons in the beginning, his feeble human mind desperately scrambling for something to hold on to - some means of telling how many of the five-hundred years of service he promised had already passed. He gave up on that attempt fairly soon. Nowadays, he isn't entirely sure of whether he's dreaming or waking most of the time. He's come to like it, that warm, hazy lull. It's much more pleasant than the alternative. Much less tiresome and exhausting.

“Sweet thing.” 

He blinks. 

His Lordship is lounging in his favorite seat under the ancient willow trees, dark curls spilling over soft pillows, gaze alight with mirth. One hand, heavily adorned in glinting jewels, tips an empty goblet. 

“I am still waiting.” 

“Sorry,” he mutters, taking the carafe of wine off the table to carry it over. Midnight eyes watch him from under dark lashes as he fills the goblet. 

“Where's that pretty head of yours? Memories troubling you again?” 

“No,” he says automatically, then wrinkles his brow. “I don't know, maybe. Forgive me, my lord, it won't happen again.” 

He turns to leave, planning on returning the wine to its proper place, but one pale, slender hand closes around his wrist. His Lordship takes the carafe from his hands and carelessly puts it aside on the forest floor. 

“Sit.” 

He does. His tunic rides up as he kneels by His Lordship's feet, exposing most of his legs and thighs, but the mossy ground is soft and warm. His Lordship likes to wrap himself in long, billowing robes, deep black like the night sky. Him, though, he prefers in shorter and lighter garments. 

“You’re such a pretty thing, my sweet,” he told him once, fingers tracing the patterns of his moles on naked skin. “And pretty things should be put on display, not hidden away.” 

A soft, graceful hand slips another flower into his hair, then travels down to touch a gentle finger to his chin, tilting his head up. 

“Tell me what's bothering you.” 

He sucks in a breath to answer before he knows he's doing it - commands must be obeyed, after all. Then, he pauses and wrinkles his brow, struggling to find the words to explain. When he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, His Lordship tuts and frees it with gentle fingers. He likes his lips soft and pink and supple. 

“I'm sorry,” he says again. “I know you told me not to dwell on them, and I’m trying, but … I can't seem to stop it.” 

His Lordship hums thoughtfully. 

“It was to be expected, I guess. The veil between the realms has been thin, lately, and your mind is a stubborn thing. Always trying to hold on to memories, images, names …” 

Names.

That's right, he must’ve had a name once. All humans have them, don't they? So why can't he remember his? 

“Oh, sweet thing. Don't you recall?” His Lordship mutters, eyes crinkling with fond amusement. Has he been talking out loud again? He supposes he must have. His Lordship always seems to know what he is thinking. “You gave it to me for safekeeping.” 

Oh. 

Oh yeah, that's right. 

“Because names have power,” he whispers. “And this is a dangerous place.” 

“There's my clever boy,” His Lordship smiles. The wine glistens on his lips, red and delicious and tempting. The pressure of the finger against his chin increases, guiding him up, up, up, until he's straddling his Lordship's lap. “That's exactly right. The fair folk are jealous and possessive creatures, and many a Lord or Lady would like a pretty pet like you. You wouldn’t want anyone to take you from me, would you?”

“No,” he gasps, shaking his head so vehemently that some of the flowers slip and tumble into his lap. “No, never. I’m yours.” 

His Lordship is always kind and gentle and patient with him, and so, so beautiful. He would never want to serve anyone else, even if he has seen the looks that some of the other fae give him when he waits on His Lordship during feasts and audiences. 

“My good boy,” His Lordship purrs, voice trickling into his blood like sweet, potent mead. One of his hands slides under the hem of his tunic, pulling him closer. The finger that’s still on his lips tilts his head, gently nudging him to open his mouth. He does. Commands must be obeyed. “That’s right, you are mine. I won’t ever allow anything else.” 

The wine on His Lordship’s lips and tongue is sweet and heady. It fills his blood with warm, heavy tingles and his mind with soft, fuzzy clouds. By the time the kiss ends, he has forgotten what it was he was worried about. 

“Because there’s nothing, sweet thing,” His Lordship smiles. The hand that has wiggled its way under his tunic squeezes, and he gasps. “You do not need to worry about a single thing except obeying my orders. You can do that, right?”

“Yes, my Lord.” 

The answer slips out easily and eagerly, and those pretty, plump lips smile in approval. 

“Of course you can,” His Lordship says, fingers caressing his cheekbones. “Now. I think what we both need is a nice, relaxing bath. You run along and draw one, sweet thing. I will be with you in a short while so you can undress us both.”

More Steddie Bingo

[sun-undone]

okay so i'm rereading the poppy war for the sole purpose of trying to squeeze all the chaltan content i can get out of it and my god is it delivering already

this first one is something that i completely breezed past in my first reading cause i didn't even know who tf chaghan was yet but on a reread????? GAY (pg. 226):

you're telling me that chaghan and altan just happened to be together when chaghan felt tyr's death? in the middle of the night??? mmhmm yup for sure

now as willing as i am to fully chalk this up to a late night chaltan tryst, i will be fair and admit that i'm not super clear on how exactly chaghan got the tyr info here. it kinda seems like he's doing his monthly meeting with the hexagram goddess (in the dialogue he literally says "there has been a hexagram" and then he interprets 3 things from it), but first off, it seems too coincidental for him to just happen to be doing that at the very moment that tyr dies, and also why tf is he doing it in the middle of the night?? is he just being extra dramatic and making up some "we have to do it at midnight" bullshit to see what he can get away with (a la the infamous kitay horse piss incident) or is there an in universe explanation for that that i've completely forgotten?

OR is it a secret, gayer third option: altan and chaghan were already together when he felt tyr's death, which then prompted him to convene with the goddess and get the hexagram. and we just don't see the full process or really get much of a proper explanation cause we're in altan's pov and it's all mysterious and shit at this point in the book. that's the one i'm going with and i cannot believe that this is their first scene together. the intimacy is already so palpable and we don't even know chaghan's name at this point in the book.

and then of course there's THIS (pg. 227):

absolutely fucking bonkers i'm spinning on my head

is anyone else this gentle with altan ever????? i'm genuinely asking. who else in the cike would even THINK about pulling a move like this? also the added layer of chaghan originally being next in line for commander before altan took him out to the fucking valley for THREE WHOLE DAYS and then THIS is his reaction to altan officially inheriting said title??? we know from a later conversation that chaghan has with rin (pg. 337) that he's very aware of how unprepared altan was to assume leadership over the cike, which just makes this gesture from him even more meaningful and tender. "we are yours to command. i am yours."

this next one just made me giggle and idk if it's just my brain being broken from scouring source material for gay crumbs or if it's actually intentional but (pg. 285):

i mean. i mean. if anyone knows the extent of chaltan, it's most definitely qara, and a lot of these crumbs involve her so i'm taking it as more evidence and no one can stop me

speaking of qara being an icon (pg. 317):

i actually forgot how much she's in this book i am so sorry queen

so unegen also has a strong reaction to ramsa's dialogue, but if i may be incredibly nitpicky about it, i'd argue that qara snorting implies a sense of "yeah right now that's funny", while unegen spitting out his wine implies more pure shock than anything else. i'm sure the cike have some idea about chaghan and altan's relationship going deeper than meets the eye (if it's this obvious from the crumbs we get over the span of a handful of scenes i can only imagine how sick and tired they must be after an entire year of it), but once again, qara is likely the only one who really KNOWS. for obvious reasons.

then we have the iconic dramatic entrance where chaghan is officially introduced, and even before zooming into a specific piece of it to prove my chaltan agenda, just the very existence of this scene is so fucking insane to me. rebecca could've chosen any way to properly introduce us to chaghan, and this is what she decided on. you could argue that it sets up chaghan's dramatic and obnoxiously proud personality, and that him being hurt is so we can see how it affects qara (and also just to up the tension and stakes) BUT how coincidental that on top of achieving all that character and narrative stuff, it also succeeds in showing us a completely different side to altan. one that is specifically brought about by chaghan.

would altan rush out into a sea of federation soldiers to help any other member of the cike? yes. but rebecca chose to show him helping THIS member of the cike. in THIS dramatic of a fashion (and it's literally on a horse like that is so fractured fairytale romance of her actually). and it's also the aftermath that really clues us into something deeper between him and chaghan in particular (pg. 373):

along with qara, who is SOUL BONDED TO CHAGHAN BY THE WAY, altan is screaming at him for being reckless and how he could've gotten himself killed. intentionally or not, rebecca is clearly aligning altan and qara here, and i LOVE how it's shown in the way their dialogue is formatted. you don't even know who is saying which fragment. they are one in the same when it comes to the level in which they care about chaghan's wellbeing. and also when it comes to yelling at him for being an idiot! and if that's not love then idk what is

[neege]

hi hi are u still looking for prompts?? wolfstarbucks have been HAUNTING me lately omg cannot stop thinking about james and sirius smothering remus in kisses and he’s so flustered and blushy and embarrassed

HI HI BACK! I'm so sorry this has taken so long!! I too am haunted by wolfstarbucks and would be happy to indulge this 🫡 I hope you enjoy 🥰🥰

Just for clarity, this is a modern au where Remus is looking for love, but has been having no luck so far! Whatever will James and Sirius do!!!

This is also soooo out of my comfort zone as someone who has very little romantic experience, so please be gentle with me 🫣

Remus shuts the door with a little more force than he normally would had he known he isn't alone. His cheeks are a blotchy red, and they sting from the biting cold outside. He can feel his shirt riding up underneath his sweater, and his sweater riding up underneath his coat, and his scarf coming unraveled in a way where he can feel the weight of it more on one side of his body than the other. He's holding his keys in one hand, his mail is tucked under his armpit, and he's gripping his now-cold latte in the other hand.

Each of these things alone wouldn't be so bad, except he's just had the most awkward date of his life, and the combination of discomfort, cold, and emotional turmoil is enough to send him reeling.

He stands inside the threshold for a moment and let's the overstimulation simmer, causing a couple of angry tears to well up in his eyes. He shuts them, hard, and takes a grounding breath.

"Remus?"

Shit.

"Is that you coming in? James is here, just so you know!"

Fuck!

Everyone is out to get him today.

He scrambles to set everything down before wiping his eyes and walking into the main sitting room. The sight of James and Sirius—wrapped up on the sofa together in a tangle of limbs—hits Remus like a punch to the gut.

His friends have been together for 8 years now; they're the type of couple that can read each other like book. They're always stuck to each other's sides like glue, so that anytime you need to talk about one, the other name follows naturally: James-and-Sirius.

They're both two beautiful, exciting, adventurous, intelligent and passionate people who come together in a love that's so real and all-consuming, you feel lucky just to be able to witness it. There's some days where Remus is happy to bask in it all—watching their comfortable and easy affection, the kind he could only dream of having for himself, and there's other days where he feels so envious of what they have he could scream.

Today, he just feels defeated.

"Moons! How was your date?" Deep grey eyes sparkle at him from over the back of the couch, but at the look on his face, Sirius quickly sits up—untangling himself from his boyfriend and turning to face Remus.

"Alright?"

The man in question let's out the world's most dramatic groan as he makes his way around the couch. James and Sirius shuffle apart a bit so that when Remus flops down, he's sandwiched between them.

"I didn't know you had a date today, was it really bad?" James is blinking wide concerned eyes him from behind his glasses.

"Yeah, it was just with some guy I matched with on a dating app. I usually don't have any luck with those things but this guy—oh, his name was Corey by the way—I don't know, this guy seemed really nice."

Remus lets out a sad little sigh.

"And he was nice, and he was handsome too..." He trails off dejectedly at that.

"So," Sirius asks, "why are you so upset? Did he do something to-"

"No! He was perfectly lovely! It's me, it's- I'm- I fucked it all up!"

He feels fingers settle in his hair as he slouches back into the couch, most likely James.

"I was just so... weird! I mean, we'd been messaging back and forth for two weeks, and then today, the whole date, I felt like my skin was too tight and I was so hyper aware of every single movement I made and every word coming out of my mouth. Even with all of that though, it was pleasant and good, and I thought things were going really well, but then after like an hour, max, he let me know that it wasn't going to work out..."

"Aww, Moony I'm sorry."

James guides Remus's head down to his shoulder, and Sirius sets his hand on his knee, rubbing back and forth in a comforting way.

He lets out a little sniff.

"I don't know, maybe I'm pathetic for wanting something real. Something like the movies, you know? But the epilogue of the movie, where the happy couple is unpacking their boxes in their shiny new flat with their cozy shared bed and comfy couch that they'll spend Saturdays on." Sirius moves closer, wrapping his free arm around Remus—he continues.

"I want to be in love. I want magic and closeness and someone who gets me. Who sees every part of me, and still likes me. I want to be sure. I want them to be sure. I'm tired of going on these pointless fucking dates with people I don't know. All they ever see is how nervous I am, and how awkward I am, and how I can't flirt or how weird-looking I am, or how embarrassing it is when I think they're trying to hold my hand when they're actually reaching for the salt."

With one final puff of air, Remus his steam. "I want to find something like what you guys have."

"Me and Prongs?" Sirius smells so good. He's leaning closer now, so that him and James are making a little triangle that shelters Remus between them.

"Yes! I want to be in love with my best friend! Not a stranger from an app or a bar. I just feel like I'll never be able to find anyone that likes me enough to know me, you know?"

James's fingers in his hair make Remus feel sleepy and comfortable—his voice is warm in his ear, "Moons, lots of people like you, you're very likable. Me and Sirius like you, a lot."

"Yeah, but you guys already know me. You were able to tough it out through the really bumpy, awkward stuff. And it was easier for you because we were kids. But now I'm an adult, and I'm shy and strange and haven't kissed anyone in over a year!"

Remus feels himself flush all over from the admission, but his all his frustration and insecurity is spilling out now, pathetic and ugly all over the floor.

"And I love you guys both, but it- it's painful sometimes to see you together. You've clearly found something special, and I don't blame you at all for my bitterness, but I am bitter! I just want to kiss someone, I want to love someone!"

The fight goes out of him all once, and the tears that have been welling up all day are starting to stream quietly down Remus's red cheeks. He feels James swipe a thumb over them softly.

Sirius is trailing his palm—wide and warm—up and down his thigh.

"Moony..." Sirius speaks quietly, like he's trying not to spook a scared animal, "How come you never said any of this before?"

"I didn't-" Remus starts, but gets interrupted.

"Ah- no, don't give us the I didn't want you to feel bad for me spiel. We care about you Moony. We're your best friends. We love you and we want you to feel loved. We want you to feel good."

The low hum of James speaking so closely to Remus makes his eyes shut. He feels so warm.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"No, no none of that, okay? No apologies."

Remus feels a soft, chaste kiss get pressed to his temple. James keeps talking.

"Remus you deserve to feel loved every day of your life. You're so amazing and kind and witty and handsome and good. Anyone who doesn't see it, isn't fully looking. You're so good and so special. Especially to Sirius and I."

Another kiss, this time on his cheek. Sirius's lips are cool against his burning skin. Remus knows he must look like a tomato.

"You deserve someone who sees you, who knows you."

A kiss pressed under his ear. Remus shivers.

"What- what are you doing?"

"It's okay Moons," from Sirius.

Another kiss.

"Let us make you feel wanted," from James.

Another kiss.

"Let us make you feel good," from James again.

Remus is nearly overwhelmed by what's happening. He can feel James tilt his head to the side by his hair to expose the skin of his neck. He feels Sirius pressing open mouthed kisses there, the drag of his chapped lips ticklish.

"But um, you and Sirius are- are together, and I- I can't-"

Sirius shushes Remus softly, and speaks lowly, his lips moving against the shell of his ear.

"Don't worry about that Moons. We've enough to share, yeah? Doesn't that sound nice?"

Remus whines quietly, blushing in embarrassment at the soft chuckle this draws out of Sirius.

It does sound nice.

James snakes his arm around Remus's middle, drawing him even closer into his embrace, and begins to lay kisses across his cheekbones, his nose, his closed eyelids—anywhere he can reach.

"We want to take care of you, love." He pauses his assault to look Remus in the eye. "Let us take care of you."

Shaky and breathless, Remus lets out a whispered okay, and suddenly Sirius is drawing him away by the chin, and pulling him into a kiss.

It's a soft kiss. Gentle and barely-there, as if leaving room for Remus to pull back.

Remus doesn't pull back. Instead, he whimpers, quietly, but he may as well have stuck his head out the window and moaned for how loud it feels in the silent room. Taking his response as encouragement, Sirius deepens the kiss—parting Remus's lips with his tongue and licking into his mouth.

Remus is floating. He might have died and gone to heaven. He isn't sure, but the feeling of Sirius Black kissing him so thoroughly while James Potter runs his hands through his hair and nips at his neck is enough to make him feel like maybe he's in the afterlife. Or maybe he's dreaming, except his dreams have never, ever been this sweet.

By the time Sirius pulls away, Remus's skin is hot and he's breathing heavily. His vision is still a little blurry from his tears, but he isn't crying anymore. He looks into crystal clear eyes, and he swears his heart stops beating. It's the exact kind of insane, romantic, unrealistic feeling he's been chasing with all of his pointless fucking dates.

Except it isn't unrealistic. It's here. It's here.

"Let us love you Moons."

He takes a solidifying breath. James has stopped his movements and is now nuzzling into Remus's neck— waiting for Remus to respond. Sirius's hand—which had been about a centimeter from Remus's crotch—moves across his lap to grasp at James's own, and it all clicks into place.

This. This is what he wants. The both of them, here, together, but also... With him.

His next words are nervous, but sure.

"Okay, I will."

Remus yelps as he's bodily picked up, and tossed over James's shoulder while Sirius laughs loudly.

[v3nusxsky]

You’re rightful place 18+

*A/n~ Another attempt at a smut fic. Also may start uploading these to tumblr if I can be brave enough. I have a train to catch at like 9 am and yet here I am at 3 in the morning writing smut for y'all. 4th attempt to get a smut fic I'm happy with. *

Trigger warnings ~ sub reader, mommy k!nk dom Larissa f!ger!ng edg!ng overst!m? Degradation sub space language? Strap

Prompt~ "look at you just begging to be put in your place."

"You're cute if you think you can handle me"

"You're joking right love? I could have you on your knees for me whenever I demand it and believe me it would suit you"

"You think about that a lot?"

"I uh what? You're the one who brought it up"

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Staff meetings always tended to drag. Your shy and reserved nature meant you spent most your time day dreaming, eyes glued to your lover as she hosted said meetings. Watching her work was always fascinating to you, the dedication she had for her job and the passion she had for the students. Well that was just damn well admirable. Once again you had drifted off into your own world. One where you and Larissa were otherwise occupied and there was a lot less people involved. Ultimately much preferring your own thoughts to the actual discussions of what to do with the one and only Wednesday Addams.

"Y/n dear? Are you still with us?" Your lovers voice rang through, pulling you from your own thoughts just as they were getting rather intriguing. Her eyes showed a knowing glance. Shit she knew you were fantasising about her... again.

"Mmm sorry my mind seemed to be else where what were we discussing?" You mumbled feeling the heat of embarrassment flushing your cheeks.  From that moment you really tried to focus. You really did but when Larissa's tongue would come over to wet her lips slighting in between her turns of talking, when she stood up to punctuate her point showing off those readily curves and hell even when her voice floated to your ears saying something so mundane and normal that your mind would interpret into a sexual nature. Yeah concentration wasn't coming easily to you today. She's just a whole lot of women you told yourself. Honestly, it should be so illegal to be and look like Larissa Weems. You knew by the end of the meeting your underwear would be absolutely ruined.

The meeting seemingly ended not that you were paying any attention to the other staff members flocking from the room. You remained sat in your chair, drooling slightly at the thought of your girlfriend fixing the ache between your thighs that were snuggly squeezed together in a desperate attempt to quell the ache. A hand on your lower thigh got your attention causing you to stare right into the sapphire irises you adored so much. Larissa crouched down in front of you a gentle hand not too spoke you but wanting your full and undivided attention.

"Little one, you weren't focusing in that meeting at all. For all you know it could've been really important love. It's like your acting up just begging to put in your place." She all but hummed out at you. The sweet tone attempting to cover up the lustful intent behind the last sentence. 

"You're cute Isa If you think you could handle me" you quipped back too far gone into your own head to realise your grave error.

"Oh please y/n I could have you on your knees for me whenever I truly desired it. All I have to do is demand it and you'll do what your told like a good girl." She stated as if it was a well known fact. It was but still Larissa knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself and would retaliate even further.

"Oh Isa do you think about that a lot?" The question spilled out of your mouth before you could catch it. Brain and mouth on completely different pages of the same book.

"Oh my darling girl why do I need to think when I can have it right now?" She smirked before standing up and turning on her heels and walking to her room, doing god knows what before returning back to her office desk.  "Little one. Come here" she demanded and you couldn't help yourself as your body willingly complied.

You were knelt in front of Larissa studying the smug smirk adorning her beautiful lips. God those lips if she would just give you a kiss maybe that would state you? You internally laughed at yourself. A kiss would only add fuel to the fire. You knew that and so did Larissa.

"Now darling mommy has work to do can you be a good girl and stay put till I'm done? Hmm?"she questioned you with a slight glint in her eyes. She knew you were driven mad by being knelt near her unable to do anything but sit alone with your thoughts. "Yes mommy" you whimpered out. Already sounding so pathetic for her.  Larissa shifted in her chair allowing her dress to rise up to her hips allowing you to see she'd removed her underwear in the bedroom. You tried to stifle a groan which only earned a chuckle from the principle. "Darling do try to stay quiet, we wouldn't want everyone hearing what a slut you are for me now would we?" She commanded not even sparing you a glance. Completely laser focused on her work.

God knows how long you had been knelt down by her side. You're knees were starting to ache desperate for a shift in position, thighs uncomfortably damp with your arousal and your cheeks flushed from all the thoughts swirling in your brain. You could've cried when you saw Larissa close her laptop. Maybe she'd touch you now? God you wished for it.

"Y/n I can practically feel you undressing me with your eyes. Why don't you be a good girl and stop imagining and start doing hmm?" You almost missed it but wasted no time in coming closer and starting to remove your lovers clothing. A gasp of excitement left your lips at her fully naked body.

"Mommy- I um please uh" you struggled to string the sentence together as your eyes drank in her naked form.

"Oh I know you want to be a good girl and make mommy cum hmm?" She caught your graze as you nodded eagerly. "So eager for me love. Now don't keep me waiting" with a flick of her wrist she gestured for you to start. You couldn't help the overwhelming desire to kiss every accessible inch of her body without breaking your position. By the time you gently licked her aching core your lover was dripping down her thighs in anticipation. This fact only spurring you on. Licks getting stronger lapping up everything Larissa was providing you with. Her hand tangled itself in your hair, pushing your head impossibly closer to her heat. She was needy and desperate. You could tell by the way she moaned your name. Only then did you add two fingers into her aching core setting the pace you knew would drive her wild. With a nip to her thighs you watched as Larissa tipped her head back on the chair.

"Oh little one... more. Right there good girl. Fuck y/n make me cum make mommy cum" the women was writhing underneath your ministrations and who were you to deny such a beauty. You moved your mouth back to her bundle of aching nerves sucking down hard and lightly scraping your teeth across it which caused her to cum for you and hard. Your name spilling from her lips as you helped her ride her high. Loving the taste you couldn't help but moan as you continued your job wanting to please. The tug at your hair was what made you withdraw your mouth with an unhappy whine sucking your fingers dry desperate to keep tasting her.

"Fuck little one. Such a good girl for mommy but it's my turn now. " she groaned at the sight of you sucking her essence off your own fingers like a needy whore while her breathing was still faster than what it normally was which caused her to take breathes between the words. Only when she'd calmed her breathing did she ponder out loud. "What to do with you hmmm"

Without a warning you were being tugged to your feet, fully clothed still as she positioned you to sit on her thigh. A hiss of pleasure as your centre hit her toned thigh. "Now little one your going to fuck your self on my thigh like the slut you are for me. You won't cum little one and If you do I promise you won't like the consequences." She husked into your ear nipping at the lobe. A tap of your clothed hip signalled to you that she wanted you to rut against her thigh.

Riding her thigh moans replaying on a loop as you continued to become more desperate and needy every second that past. It wasn't long before you could feel the familiar climb to your peak. "Mo-mommy please fuck can I please mommy I need fuck oh god" you moaned only to have your pleasure ripped away at the last minute. A cry left your lips out of frustration.

"Oh darling you thought I'd make it that easy? No I want to absolutely ruin you. Fuck you dumb. You'd like that wouldn't you my love. Mommy to fuck you so hard you don't even know your own name?" She taunted knowing that this was one of your biggest fantasies. Stunned into a silence you watched as she simply got up and left the office. Walking into the bedroom adding an extra sway to her hips for the effect. "Little one come here and knell" she called out to you.

Kneeling in your agreed upon spot you watched as Larissa gathered items she was going to need. There was fresh waves of arousal between your thighs at ever glimpse of the items. It was a relief to be off your knees when Larissa told you to get up on the bed. You sat there clothed trying to ease the ache between your thighs subtly. Of course she saw that though. Nothing could pass by Larissa especially in moments where her little one was a squirming mess just for her.  The clothing hiding what's hers was becoming maddening which is why you gasped out in shock as the older women tore through the clothing. Desperately seeking your skin. Only when you were fully accessible did she start to place a trail of kisses up and down your neck before sucking down on your pulse point eliciting the most delicious noise from you.

In one swift motion you went from moaning from pleasure to being tied up and baffled. When did she ? Fuck. Only then did you feel how your lover had attached the vibrator to your clit. The strong vibrations bring you back to chase your high. Through hooded eyes you could see your lover. Her eyes fixated on your aching core. Moans tearing through your body as she just watched. "Mommy fuck please oh mommy can I please I" you mewled out.

"Cum for me darling." Was all the permission you needed to fall from your high. Riding it out against the toy as much as your restraints allowed. Your lovers gaze  still unwavering as you squirmed on the bed.  "M-m-mommy fuck I can't oh god" your cries seem to fall on deaf ears as you rapidly began your climb to a second climax. Once again you came with her name on your lips.

You'd lost count how many times you'd came. Everything was too much. The vibrations causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure causing you to scream out for your lover. "Mommy fuck I can't please I can't no more" you all but sobbed out.

"You can darling you're doing so well for me. My good girl hmm?" She murmured still transfixed on the sight of the toy bringing you to the edge once more. The bed absolutely soaked in your slick. Your thighs glistened with it. The high crashed through your body as Larissa took a slow deliberate swipe of your core to taste you. Only when she was sure you were fully down from your high was the toy shut off and your limbs untied as you lay there spent and sobbing yet still craving more.

"Oh my darling girl you look so beautiful like this. A mess just for mommy. How about we force one more from you hmm? Mommy wants more. You'll give me more right y/n" she all but purred into your ear causing you to shiver in response to the words. "Will you be my good girl?"

You nodded slightly watching as she attached the harness to her hips. The satisfying click as it locked into place had you squirming in anticipation. "Ready love?" The concern In her eyes was there but soon taken over by lust when you nodded. She liked the fake cock up with your centre before thrusting in. Knowing how sensitive you would be she stilled allowing you to adjust while she peppered kisses over your face cheeks forehand anywhere in reach. Only pulling out to thrust back in after your hips bucked up begging for more.

The fast and brutal pace was dizzying both of your breathing was irregular. Moans tearing from you as your legs quacked with pleasure. "So close darling cum with mommy" was all it took for you fly over the edge with Larissa. You both rode your peaks out before Larissa slipped out of you watching as you hissed in pain with a slither of pleasure. The strap now placed aside your lover was looking down at the masterpiece she made. You were absolutely ruined. Tear stains all over your cheeks. Flushed cheeks hooded eyes limbs shaking from the brutal assault of pleasure it had been subjected too.

"Oh little one you're fucked dumb for mommy huh?"

"Mmmmm?" You managed to get out.

"You did so well for me my love. Such a good girl. Come let's be sleepyheads hmm? Are you sore? Do you need something?" Concern running through her at the lack of replying. Aftercare was something Larissa introduced you too and you knew how important it was to her. Also you loved the way she doted on you after sex. It made you feel special and loved. And when you dropped from sub space she was always the most amazing human holding you as you cried. Unable to word a sentence all you could do is reach your hands out and flex them. Effectively acting like a toddler who wanted to be picked up. Your lover knew what was needed of her and came to gently scoop you up and cradle you in her arms. Kisses dropped to your forehead as an onslaught of praise was directed at you. Your body finally gave into the exhaustion curled up safely in her arms.

Word count~ 2551

*Authors note~ I don't know how I feel of this one any feedback is appreciated thank you for reading"

[winniethewife]

I know I'll be alright, But I'm not tonight 

(Commander Cody x F!reader)

Prompt: Remembering

Words: 717

Warnings: Angst, Grief

A/N: For my Event Nine weeks in hell and Angstember

Cody stood in the Negotiator situation room, looking around the empty spaces where his general and friends once stood. What was it all for? Can anything really be solved without bloodshed? He had just returned from his mission on Desix, he felt the sweat drip down his brow as he recalled the moment Crosshair had shot the governor. In all his years of fighting he had never felt shaken like this. He looked around the room again and felt the ever stronger absence of the people he had spent his whole life with. Where was Rex? Where were Fives and Echo? Where were Waxer and Boil? Where was General Kenobi? He knew, He knew they were gone. He felt an awful sinking feeling, the Negotiator was scheduled to be deconstructed and used for new ships in the next few rotations, the last place he had to remember everything he had gone though, every person he had cared about, He sighed deeply as he covered his face with his hand. He wondered what he was supposed to do.

“Cody?” a voice called out from somewhere in the ship, a familiar voice. A flash of memories cross his mind. Late nights doing paperwork together, even later nights drinking at 79’s, early mornings over a cup of caf. He turns to see her. Standing with her imperial officer’s uniform jacket slung over her shoulder and a worried look on her face. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry, I…I needed a minute.” Cody rubbed the back of his neck. He tried to seem casual about it but she knew him all too well.

“You’ve been needing a lot of time away lately.” She broached the topic carefully, closing the distance between the two of them. Cody’s shoulders fell in defeat, of course she had noticed. He leans against the Holo-       table in the middle of the room, she quickly followed suit.

“Do you…think we’re doing good things here? Are we making the galaxy better?” He was hoping this time he would get a different answer from her than he got from Crosshair. She let out a defeated sound, her head tilted back so she was looking at the ceiling.

“I don’t know Cody…It’s hard to say. I feel like…I have more questions than I did before, and I feel like the answers I get don’t inspire confidence. I feel like I did more on a daily basis when we were fighting in the war then we do now.” She looks over at him. “But…I really have my doubts.”

“I’m…also having doubts.” Cody said relief coating his words as he tears his gaze from her. “I’m starting to wonder, why this happened. We won the war, but we lost…everything.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. She gently put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

“He’s not dead Cody. They’re still looking for him.” She said softly. Cody looked up suddenly, He knew exactly who she was talking about. The General.

“How? I thought…they must’ve…really?” Cody felt like a weight came off his shoulders but an overwhelming feeling of guilt flooded his mind. He felt like his brain was short circuiting as he tried to find the words.  “I…I’m glad…I know I’m not supposed…I don’t…How am I supposed to feel?” He looked over at her, in his eyes she could see the conflicting emotions he was feeling.

“I don’t know. But I do know how I feel.” She scoots slightly closer to him “I spend my days looking over these reports, Order 66, the Jedi council, I can’t help but wonder…” Her voice trails off. Cody shook his head in disbelief.

“I can’t stay here, I want to make a difference, I want my choices to matter.” He takes her hand in his and squeezes it. She looks at him, and nods giving his hand a gentle squeeze in return. They both knew the rumors that had been circulating, about Clones going AWOL, about where they go. She doesn’t want to say goodbye. She doesn’t want to lose him too, and neither does he.

“We can’t stay here…” She whispered softly. Cody’s eyes lit up.

“So you’ll come with me?” He asked hopefully.

“I’ll go anywhere with you.” She confirms.

“Then let’s go…Anywhere but here.”

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Masterlist

Taglist: : @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

[bluelolblue]

☘︎ The Calming Sound of Comfort ☘︎

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio x John Wick

Okay... I did it. Anthropomorphic/furry cat Santino and wolf John fic is here. Yes, they are furry animals here, I described some animal behaviors such as tail wagging, ears twitching and purring in an actual cat way, so please keep in mind they're not humans here ehehe. First time writing them as antrho animals! I enjoyed writing this and I hope it's good enough!

This is fluff, hurt/comfort, no warnings other than... I think they're extra cute here, so warning for cuteness ;) | Line divider

John woke up a bit later than usual, which was still early, especially for his lover who was curled up next to him, his head resting on his chest, sleeping peacefully.

The other day was rough for both of them, John got injured in his lower abdomen during a mission and when he returned home limping and with his ears flattened against his head, Santino was already ordering around to bring medical supplies. John tried to reassure him that he was okay, that he could do it himself, but the Camorra prince insisted on helping him and the assassin knew, with the way Santino's tail fluffed up, that it was better not to argue any further. 

Santino’s ears twitched whenever he would hear a sigh of discomfort from his partner, though John would make sure to murmur that he was doing a good job and not to worry. His lower abdomen was wrapped with bandages once the wound was cleaned and taken care of. The wolf assassin was exhausted. 

“You need rest, John. You did enough for today,” Santino said softly, pressing a tender kiss on his cheek. 

The wolf hummed, closing his eyes for a brief moment, but he nodded in agreement. He doesn't remember much after he laid down into the bed, wincing a little as the injury still burned but it was manageable. It took him a few minutes to fall asleep, he felt Santino next to him and his soft purring which lulled him into a deep sleep. 

So, Santino stayed with him the whole night.

John gently caressed his lover's face, careful not to accidentally scratch him as he brushed his fingers behind his ear that lightly twitched at the touch. Santino also moved a little closer to him with a soft sigh, nuzzling against his chest.

“Did I wake you up?” John whispered, but instinctively leaned to brush his cheeks against his lover's head. 

“No,” D'Antonio replied quietly. “I'm awake for an hour. Just wanted to be close to you.” He opened his eyes and smirked a little which got his companion to chuckle and slowly wag his tail under the sheets. 

“You hate getting up early… it's 8 am.” Santino would usually sleep a bit longer and hated being awakened, but for whatever reason he woke up earlier today. 

“And you're still injured. You kept wincing in your sleep, I wanted to make sure you're okay,” Santino said as he prompted himself on his elbow, cupping his lover's cheek and brushing his thumb over his sleek dark fur over his face.

“I'm okay, don't worry,” John murmured but still whined when he strained as he attempted to sit up. 

“Hmm… no. Doesn't seem like you are. You're acting like you didn't get stabbed in your abdomen yesterday. Stabbed, John.” Santino purposely emphasized some words, trying to get his stubborn lover to understand just how serious his injury actually was. 

“Yeah, I know, I know. There were worse situations, though,” John groaned as he managed to sit up and Santino immediately adjusted some pillows against his back so he could lean against them. “But damn… this one hurts.” 

His ear twitched to the sound of his companion huffing, “Obviously it hurts, and don't remind me of worse situations, I don't want to remember that…” Santino’s voice turned almost into a murmur at the end, his ears fell back as he wished to forget those terrifying moments. 

“Sorry,” John whispered and cradled his companion's head from behind to give him a gentle kiss on his forehead as an apology. He nuzzled his head against his, and heard him purr for a moment. 

“I'm not giving you painkillers on an empty stomach, you can't always just live on them… what do you want for breakfast?” The Camorra prince asked, although he continued to nuzzle against his partner's neck, scenting him and making sure he was comfortable. 

“I'm not hungry… still just very tired,” The assassin admitted and exhaled deeply. “I'll manage for another hour.” 

Santino sighed, knowing that his partner was being difficult but then again, John was always like that when it came to enduring pain. “Does it hurt a lot?” He asked and pulled back to study his face and his body language.

“No, kinda aches when I move, but nothing I haven't been through.” John gave him a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze on his shoulder to show him that he was okay. Santino's eyes drifted down and his ears dropped sideways, and John's heart hurt at the sight of his partner being so… worried yet adorable. Every instinct in him screamed to comfort him, to protect him when he was like this. “Hey… I'm okay, I promise, please don't worry.” He gently lifted his partner's chin up so he would look at him, brushing gentle circles over his cheek with his thumb. 

Ah, his green eyes seemed so sad, filled with worry yet so beautiful. His pupils were dilated with concern which made his eyes seem even deeper, almost shimmering with unshed emotion. 

“You're risking your life every day as if you… can't die. Like you're immortal, John…” Santino paused, placing his hand on top of his that was resting on his cheek. “But you're not, and you're not alone anymore. You have me. And I don't want to lose you– I can't. I… I really wish we lived differently, but I can't find a solution just yet–” He hadn't even realized his voice was breaking until he felt a warm hand cradling his cheek and heard soothing noises coming from his partner. 

“Hey, hey, we'll be fine. We'll be fine,” John repeated softly as he pulled him into a gentle embrace, rocking him lightly, trying everything to comfort him. “It's not your fault, okay? Don't even think about it. Our lives are scary and dangerous, but we're also going through everything together. You give me the strength to go through all this– not the pills or anything else– but you, Santino. I keep fighting because I have you. You won't lose me… I'm here with you and I'll stay no matter what.” 

Santino sighed deeply, burying his face into John's neck and his fur, feeling his grounding hand on his back, rubbing in comforting circles. “You didn't have to make this so… emotional,” he murmured, but was actually very glad to hear all this. He needed to hear it at this moment. “Promise me you'll let me take care of you…”

“I promise,” the wolf replied, pressing a tender kiss into his head. “I'm not the only one stubborn here when it comes to asking for help… promise me the same.” He smirked, trying to light up the mood.

Santino groaned into him, lightly pressing his nails into John's shoulder as a warning, but it was more of a playful act. “...promise…” He murmured. 

John hummed in satisfaction, relaxing with his lover who was curled up against him, but his body relaxed this time. He wasn't so tense anymore. “We can stay like this for a little longer,” he suggested and wagged his tail.

“I need to change your bandages.” D'Antonio lifted the sheets to check on the injury but was quickly pulled into a kiss instead. He was caught off guard but still returned the kiss equally as passionate, softly humming into it.

“It can wait,” John breathed against his lips, leaving his partner flustered just as he thought he couldn't get any cuter, he just did. 

“It really can't.” Even if he complained, he still went for another kiss, cupping John's one cheek as he tilted his head. “But fine… some more rest can't hurt if you're feeling okay.” He purposely broke the kiss a bit sooner, just to get John to whine for it. And to make sure he was really okay. 

“I'm more than okay when you're with me.” John pressed his forehead against his, nuzzling against him and sharing breaths. This earned him some more kisses all over his face until Santino eventually snuggled closer to him and rested his head on his chest. 

It was peaceful once again, they both felt more calm, so much that Santino instinctively started purring. It was a bit quiet at first but the more they relaxed, the louder his purring got. John adored it, it was comforting and healing in a way. The best music to his ears and he would enjoy it every time. He also thought it was cute how most of the time, Santino wouldn't even notice that he was doing it until John would point it out. However, he always encouraged him to continue since it was truly calming.

“Your purring really helps,” John commented with a smile, though his voice was tired, already drifting into sleep. “I love it.”

“I'm glad,” Santino replied, his voice just as equally as tired, but he continued to soothe his lover with his purring. 

They stayed like this until they both fell asleep again, or at least John did. Santino was half asleep, ready to provide as much comfort as he could like this even if it meant to stay somewhat awake to keep purring and relaxing his injured partner. 

[onblondes]

I saw a fic prompt that's like "Wyll and his partner roleplaying as a monster hunter and the monster that he catches." And that did intrigue me enough for words to fall out of my brain but I can't seem to make him and Evie be rough with each other even when they're just pretending 😭😭

I don't know if any of this works character wise, for either of them, and technically I'm not supposed to be working on new projects anyway so I guess just enjoy this sampling.

nsfw under the cut

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“Oh - I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting visitors at this hour.” Evie smoothed her hands over her hips, down past the short hem of her robe. His eyes followed the path of her hands and down over her bare legs. “Let me cover up a bit.”

“Don’t,” he said, voice dangerously low. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, villain.”

She balked. “Villain? What do you mean?”

He moved closer, his red eye intent on her. The other was clearly stone but it still seemed to see all of her.

“You know exactly what you’ve done,” he said. “All of those missing women from the village, each with a trail that leads right to your front door.”

He loomed over her and Evie’s heart fluttered.

“You’re Wyll Ravengard,” she said breathlessly. “The Blade of Frontiers.”

“I am.”

She shook her head quickly. “You’re supposed to be a hero. If you’re really as good as they say then you’d know I’m no threat. I live a quiet life here. I - I practice some healing magic but -”

Wyll seized her wrist and she gasped as her whole body pulled taut. “You’re a witch,” he said gruffly. “A sorceress whose powers come at a terrible cost.”

“No, I -”

“Turn around,” he said, releasing her hand.

Evie’s breath was shallow as she turned to face the bed. Wyll's hands gripped her hips, sliding up over her waist and the soft material of her robe.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

“I need to know if you're hiding anything,” Wyll replied. 

His hands curved up over her breasts and Evie sighed as heat pooled low inside of her. Wyll pulled her towards him, her back suddenly flush with his firm chest.

“Did you steal those women's souls with your magic?” he asked, his mouth beside her ear. “Is that how you stay so young and beautiful?”

She almost smiled but Wyll was still caressing her through the thin material of her robe and she had to bite her lip as the warmth grew heavier between her thighs. Her head fell back on his shoulder.

“I'm innocent,” she said.

One of his hands moved down to the sash of her robe and deftly untied it. Her undergarments were sheer, the black lace doing little to cover her body. Wyll wrapped an arm around her waist and Evie could feel the hard length of his cock against her backside.

“Is this how an innocent maiden dresses?” His voice was rough but his touch was gentle as he slid the thin strap off of one shoulder.

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Also, if this was ever written then it would be tagged as roleplaying so everyone would know what was going on but I didn't want the characters to specifically draw attention to it until this part:

She leaned back and immediately smacked her head on the wooden headboard.

“Owww,” Evie flattened her hand against the smarting, stinging spot on the back of her head.

“Oh, darling,” Wyll winced sympathetically. “Are you alright?”

Evie inspected her fingers - no blood - and placed her hand over her head again. “Yeah.”

“Do you need a moment?”

“No,” she said. Then suddenly, “Yes.”

[avareiahgt]

Hey!

I've been out for some days but trying to work out something.

I've been struggling with prompt number 8 so hard. I've rewriten it four or five times and it never ends up as I want. That's because I've thought so many times about beach day that now I can't keep up with all of those ideas.

So here I am, writing number 9 hoping tomorrow I'll be enough inspired to end the previous one.

Sorry, but I let you here a short fluff prompt.

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GT JULY PROMPTS 2024

DAY 9: WARMTH

Warnings: a little fearplay, alcohol, possessive behaviour, mention of sex, cursing

Alec wasn't one that liked drinking alcohol. He sure had stamina and a strong metabolism for it, but was so unusual seeing him so warmed up. I knew this because he was way more talkative when drunk, also breath felt like a dragon hitting me.

He gave some trembling steps into the bedroom, blue eyes looking for me. At some point, they spotted me on the desk, reading some giant magazines the best I could.

The first thing wrong I noticed was the slamming door when he arrived, he was always so quiet. Second, the loud steps and hits on the walls where he was trying to hold into something. The last one, the way he was going straight to me without a single warning.

The table was at level with his hips, a bit underneath. I took some steps back while watching how he came like a bullet. Well, more like a massive bomb.

When a hand came looking for me, I held my breath and ran towards the pile of books that were stored at the background of the desk. My foot tripped over a wire and I almost fell. But I didn't so I kept fleeing from him, looking for a hideout or a escape.

I could feel the ground shaking as he gave the last step, then the desk moving like an earthquake was happening. I peered over my shoulder just to see he was standing there, supporting on one hand on the table, the other dangerously close to me.

That was my mistake, to look at my back, 'cause I ended up avoiding some drawing materials with a jump only to face a dead end. Back pressed to the wall, I faced him. Well, his hand, which was the only thing I could see as the shadow engulfed me, making me feel so powerless.

-Don't! Please don't!- I managed to plea

-Shhhh- he ordered me to be quiet.

-Alec, please...- tears spreading around my face, sobs contained.

-Nothing is happening- he said with his usual calm, although his voice was slower than ever-. You were here so alone, so cold. You shouldn't since you are so sweet, Hanna. Why are you like this?

His hand treated me with such gentleness, but it was quite clumsy. Two fingers held my hips and his thumb made the way up to my face, peting it. He was so focussed on not breaking me that he almost lost his feet.

Still, my heart was racing. Oh my... He was so freaking drunk.

-I can't see you where you are standing now- he told me, but didn't move me. Then he repositioned his arm and I was finally able to look at his face again. He was widely smiling, eyes locked on me.

It took all my efforts to pat one of his fingers and try to trust him. "Come on, one foot after the other". My head was rumbling and my back hurt because of the tension. But a step happened. Just one, trembling and scared.

He stopped lowering himself and stood straight. I guess one step was everything he needed because both hands cupped me up without warning. I let out a cry as I was going up, up and up. He had never treated me like this. Like I didn't have a choice or opinion.

-I knew it, you were cold. Lucky you I'm hot right now- my fear mixed with embarrassment as I interpreted those words in an adult way. Face red, I didn't have words. Surprisingly, he seemed to notice the confusion because some blushing crept to his dark face-. I didn't mean that... You see, not in a sexual way... I wouldn't.. fucking hell. I'm not that kind of hot, not that I have some kink or something... I was talking about actual heat.

That was the first and only time I heard him rumbling, tongue tangling and so damn nervous.

-I... I... Please just...- had no words left and even didn't know what I was trying to say. Did I want him to be hot about me? Did I want to be put down?

-Seriously, I don't know what I'm doing but whatever happens I think I will regret tomorrow. That's tomorrow's Alec problem, anyway.

Then he kissed me. More accurate to say he kissed my whole body and curled his hands over me. He kissed me for whole ten minutes before heading to bed and made me sleep on his chest like some kind of amulet, hand as a blanket.

It actually was warm. I also wanted to die of shame.

Next time I would love to be asked.

[khayalli]

How do you art. My ability has left me and a block has taken its place

(This is my second time trying to do this, tumblr I will blow you up PERSONALLY)

First off I am giving the biggest hugs!!! Art blocks suck and I'm sorry to hear that it's bringing you down :(

I think the best thing to do is figure out what's causing your artblock. Everything I'm about to ramble about is personal experience so if it doesn't apply throw me another ask or DM! I'm always happy to talk to people!

In my experience, artblock usually comes from a very mental place. Creative have a bad habit of equating their worth to what they create/the quality of what they create.

You are more than content!!! Your art is a wonderful thing about you, but it's not your entire worth as a person. So if you fail, or you suck, that doesn't mean that you as a person fail/suck. So if that's in your noggin, start niggling that little bitch out. Yeet it into the sun!!!!! She's useless and adds nothing to the conversation!!!!!!!!

Don't be afraid to create bad art, either. I can't express to you how many aborted files I have in my folder because I thought "it's not good enough. Scrap it"

But my biggest leaps of progress come from me being like "this sucks, but I'm going to finish it anyway" you learn WAY more with bad art than you will with good. Analyse and deconstruct after you've finished creating, not during. Have fun while you're doing it. Fuck around and find out. Get manic with it. Cackle into the abyss. Create with the joy of a 5 year old that has no idea what notes/reblogs are and just loves this silly purple guy.

Ability fluctuates as your eyes get better at spotting what's good/bad. Your art probably isn't bad. Your eyes are just much keener now at picking these things up! Your hands just haven't gotten the memo yet.

SO! Here are some actionable ways you can break art block, or at least create a little bit:

Make art that sucks and learn to be uncomfortable with it. Find joy in shitty art. I'm a lot happier now that I do this!

Finish it or post it anyway!

Speak to your creative friends, or fandom friends! A lot of my inspo comes from them because they inspire me all the time. Bouncing ideas off eachother helps a lot with idea generation, and staying excited about it.

Prompt generators and those expression memes! They take the thinking part out and you can concentrate on just drawing

Art trades, or even collaborations! Having someone else there always adds more motivation

Pose studies, a lot of my stuff is just pose studies that I warped into hot turtle men. It's another one where I don't have to think, just create.

Writing down those ideas you get at 3am so that when you're stuck you can go look at a list

I hope this helps a little. This sort of thing is hard to deal with, and I understand how frustrating it is when you want to draw but you just can't seem to (I went a year without picking up a pen, shudders). I promise that with gentle effort and genuine kindness to yourself, it can get better! I'm rooting for you!!!

(Sorry for how much I rambled on, this is something I'm very passionate about and in the trenches with also)

[phantombmoll]

Greg x Reader - A little appetiser Summary - Greg's messed up, your teasing is justified but he still gets cocky. Rating T/M - Mature themes, sexiness but no explicitness Author Note; There was no prompt for this I just really like writing domestic Greg all happy and in love.

"Your arse in that dress is sinful." Greg pressed close as he passed by watching you as you pulled the wineglasses out of the dishwasher.

"Well don't get any ideas because your friends will be here soon." You could feel his eyes on you as you straightened up and it would be a lie to say you hadn't chosen the dress for the purposes of torturing him. He deserved it though. He was the one who'd invited everyone round after too many beers the week before and then he was the one who'd offered to cook, then had to stay late at work leaving everything to you.

"They're your friends too." Greg said his lips pressing gentle kisses with intent along your neck his arms sliding around your waist. You loved him and warmth radiated through you, the delicious slow burn of arousal starting low in your belly.

You weren't going to give in to him though.

"Hmm but I didn't invite them round-" You replied as Greg persisted at your neck, you stopped the groan about to leave you and tensed your legs to stop them from going to jelly as he hit that spot. "-and I wasn't the one who forgot he'd invited everyone around until someone at work reminded him. I also wasn't the one who promised to cook and then stayed late at work leaving my better half to do all the prep, shopping and organising."

Greg's hands skimmed your shoulders, pausing to slip a finger under your bra strap and admire it. He knew it was his favourite, the one with the lacey trim that fit just right, made your chest look like something from a thoroughly indecent 50's blue movie.

"I did apologise about that." Greg said against your shoulder. "And I get the feeling you might be getting your own back." His hands skimmed over your waist and started to scrunch the base of the dress, letting out a groan when his fingers found the top of the suspenders. "You're definitely punishing me."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I simply got ready for the dinner you organised and now I'm trying to carry on with the prep." You turned into his arms before pushing past him, heading for the stove. You dipped the tip of a teaspoon into the pan and tasted it to check then turned it down to a low simmer.

"I really am sorry." Greg said sliding his hands back around your waist. You turned into him, allowing him to kiss you. His lips soft and warm and wanting. The pressure seemed to slip straight between your thighs and if you carried on the battle would be lost. You'd give into him easily. Greg pushed his luck hooking his hands under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter. His hands slid up your stocking covered thighs and up under your dress.

You groaned, cursing yourself for letting the sound escape and Greg pressed himself between your thighs.

"Let me taste you." He grinned against your lips. "Just a little appetiser."

Fuck.

Your heaving chest is enough of a giveaway that you don't want him to stop. Not really. Especially not when he talks like that and especially when you know how good he is with his mouth.

"You're a very bad man." You say fingers raking the hair at the base of his skull. He moans and grins at you. Sliding his hands further up your thighs, inching the dress up higher. It's tight but the fabric has a stretch that means it gives you some leeway.

"And you are a very bad girl." He says, fingers skimming the dampness of the lacey black knickers he loves so much. Your hips react to him and the grin comes back.

He's cocky.

Too cocky.

"Ready and waiting for-"

BZZZZZ

The door bell buzzes. His head drops to your chest and he makes a noise of disappointment that makes you laugh quietly.

"We could ignore it." He says into your chest.

"You invited them." You say scrunching your hands in the base of his hair again, just the way he likes, knowing it will do nothing to abate his arousal and now he'll have to answer the door with it and have it hanging over him all night. You press on his chest and jump down off the counter adjusting your dress. "Go answer the door." You say pressing a kiss to his cheek and patting his chest.

[lokisprettygirl]

You are the best Loki x reader writer I know so therefore I entrust this prompt to you

Marvel/Bridgerton/Queen Charlotte AU

The reader is one of queen charlotte's daughters, she is black (IK some writers have an issue with black-coded readers so you don't have to write it if you don't want to). It's the time period when the only heir to the throne has died, queen charlotte has told her children to find suitable partners to marry and make babies with. reader approaches her mother and confesses that she has been secretly courting a man already, the only problem is that he is a bastard. Loki Laufeyson (Laufey is his mother) is a Norwegian Duke, he is the result of Odin's infidelity with Duchess Laufey (Odin failed to tell Laufey he was a married man when they had a fling). Odin has made it very clear that he does not see Loki as his son and Loki has gone by his mother's name as such (You can make Laufey be married or not that is up to you, but she loves her son that is apparent in how Loki owns his own property and his mother dots on him every chance she gets)(the other dynamics with Frigga and Thor are the same as they have always been). He owns a very famous business in Norway and is respected in his community and noble society. he is currently staying in his estate in Britain to be close to the reader and the reader visits him frequently. They are deeply in love and wish to marry each other and have children but they fear what society will say about them. do what you want with this prompt. I have started watching Queen Charlotte and thought of this prompt. It would mean the world to me if you even look at this and consider prompt much less make a series of it so here you go, my measly idea. I love all your Loki x reader books btw and have most of them liked or reblogged on my account.

First of all thank you so much for your nice words for me, i can't believe I'm the best you have read, that's overwhelming because I don't think of myself as that but thank you so much dear 💚

As much as I appreciate this and the time you must have taken to write this I am not sure I can write this series because first of all I have never seen Bridgerton (I find it really stupid I'm sorry, the concept just doesn't appeal to me at all) and I'm not overly familiar or better word would be- much interested in that time period.

Another thing is If you have read my fics you'd see my readers are always inclusive but also written in a way one would right an oc, I never mention their physical appearance so it's still a reader insert, the only race I prefer writing is Indian reader and that's because I'm an Indian girl and I write from experience. I don't know anything about being black, i don't know their lifestyle or their day to day struggles so I'd never ever be comfortable with Writing them, maybe that's the reason why some writers are not writing for other races because people are not so gentle these days when it comes to race, if a writer was to write a black reader and God forbid they wrote something that's not in black culture, god knows they will be attacked and will be blamed for racism.

That being said the plot seems interesting and I'm honoured you came to me with this so I just want to apologise that I won't be able to write this down. But I'm hoping you'll find someone to write this. Again I'm sorry 🥺💚

[unclewaynemunson]

Prompt for steddie - A+ if it's angsty - but Steve trying to Conceal Don't Feel TM his crush on Eddie by going on dates and Eddie letting out a "hope she's everything you're looking for :))" at some point

Also good luck with your thesis Anna!!

Oooh I love this, thank you so much!!! Here you go, I hope it's angsty enough for you ;P

'How was your date last night?'

Steve was at the trailer with Eddie, having a smoke on the front porch, their knees lightly touching each other as they were sitting side by side on the dirty old couch.

'It was great,' Steve lied.

'Did you get any?'

'Yeah, it was fucking amazing.' Another lie – well, not entirely. He had slept with Rachel. But she had looked distracted and he hadn't been able to stop thinking about big brown eyes or long dark curls or ring-clad fingers while he should've been looking at her.

'Nice,' said Eddie, but there was an odd look in his eyes.

'You know, I really think it's going somewhere with her,' Steve blurted out in an attempt to drive the weird tension that was suddenly hanging between them away.

Eddie raised an eyebrow as he took another drag from his cigarette. 'Really?'

'Mhm. You know she's exactly my type, right?'

Eddie just rolled his eyes. 'I hope she's everything you're looking for, then,' he said. The way he made it sound just slightly biting made Steve's skin crawl.

'Yes, she is!' he said, a little too loud. 'You know what? She's exactly everything I'm looking for, she ticks all those goddamn boxes! She's, like, super hot, with her blue eyes and her long blonde hair and fucking perfect boobies! And she's freaking hilarious, one of the funniest girls I ever met. And we like the same music, she loves basketball, and it – it's fucking terrifying, Eddie. It's freaking me out.'

'What was that?'

Those dark eyes piercing into his own made him completely forget what exactly he was saying. 'It's all wrong, Eddie,' he said, unable to keep the despair from his voice. 'Because she's perfect for me, and I should've been head over heels for her after the first date, but I – I – ' He couldn't tell him. He couldn't say it.

But Eddie was still looking at him like that and he couldn't really think properly anymore.

'Steve.' He felt Eddie's hand cover his own. 'No need to freak out, man. Just keep breathing, alright? You can talk to me. What's going on?'

'I think I'm broken,' he admitted, quietly.

'What?'

He couldn't stand having those eyes on him for even one more second, so he glanced away, bowing his head to stare at the wood underneath his sneakers. Eddie's hand was still touching his, warm and gentle and driving him crazy in a way that nothing about Rachel had driven him crazy the night before.

'I'm thinking about the wrong person,' he tried to explain, unable to keep the frustration from his trembling voice. 'I've been on dozens of dates to get him out of my mind, but nothing seems to be working. And now there's this fucking perfect girl, and if even someone like her can’t get you out of my mind, then probably no one can, and – it doesn't make sense! You fucking broke me, and I can't even have you.'

'Steve?'

Eddie's hand finally left his, and Steve kept staring at his sneakers intently, knowing all too well what it meant that Eddie let go of him so quickly, knowing that Eddie would for sure be disgusted by him.

But then, he felt Eddie's fingers gently touching his chin, lifting his head up to make their eyes meet again.

'Steve – you – you were thinking of me while you were dating all those girls?' His voice was barely more than a whisper.

'I am so sorry, I know I shouldn't have told you, and I didn't – '

'Jesus, Stevie. Do you have any idea how fucking jealous I've been of those girls, hearing all your gross date stories? And all this time, you were into me?'

'Wait – hold on – jealous – huh – what?!' He couldn't even produce a complete sentence anymore.

Eddie chuckled softly at his stammered words. 'What on earth made you think that you can't have me?'

He was too embarrassed to keep looking at Eddie. 'Well, you're... you. You're this cool metal nerd person. We don't share any interests like me and Rachel do, I'm just some lame ex-jock who peaked in high school and works at some stupid video store, while you are this perfect, amazing, fascinating – '

'Okay, shit, there's a lot to unpack there,' Eddie interrupted him, 'and we'll do that at some point, but right now, I need you to shut up, Stevie. Can you do that?'

Steve could only nod as Eddie moved closer towards him. And when their lips finally touched each other, the taste of smoke on his tongue and Eddie's hands in his hair and on his back, Steve immediately knew that he never wanted to go on any date with any girl ever again. He had found everything he was looking for, right here on this dirty old couch in Forest Hills.