#GAWD THIS PROMPT

[cafemilk-tea]

if i have thots for chanliet i also have them for mevie 🫣🤭 i don't want to sound repetitive but since you have out evelyn in a white dress and mingyu with the flowers ppl gave him i just can imagine them being so so so comfortable since they're in europe and fans won't look bad at them (at least not as bad as in korea) so they're balls of energy vibrating excitedly with everything going on with the fw etc BUT when they go back to their hotel (they have separate rooms to keep their outfits and stuff apart but pfffft they sleep together obviously) so i can't stop imagine mingyu whispering stuff like "you look so beautiful in white" "it looks like we have married" while kissing every part of skin that shows when he undresses her just for him manhandling evie and turning her around while caressing and kissing her back 😮‍💨 making her shiver and get x10000 wet and lets out a groan once she realizes that he's going to bang her from behind 🥴🥴

ANA I JUST WOKE UP BABSHWJWIWJWJW PLS I LOVE THE CHANLIET THOTS YOU SEND AND IVE BEEN PATIENTLY WAITING TO BE BLESSED WITH MEVIE THOTS 😩😩😩…. but like imagine they went around pfw holding hands and just being all cute like out in public BC THEY CAN!!!! 🗣️🗣️ photographers wanting all the pictures of the couple bc they are the IT COUPLE 😮‍💨😮‍💨 but no seriously I saw a post talking about how mingyu in one pic looks like he’s going to propose to his girl and his friends were hyping him up and i started FREAKING bc ofc i dressed evie in white 😭😭 (ngl pretty sure i found that dress on a wedding dress site OOP)

now onto the ✨spice✨

‼️nsfw under the cut 🔞 minors dni ‼️

OKAYYYYY now onto the spicy stuff … but i can seriously just imagine them standing in front of one of those mirrors mounted on the wall and mingyu’s starts slowly kissing down her neck and saying those things to her, slowly starting to undress her all the while evie is just humming and agreeing because that’s her man and he looked soo good at fw

when he takes note of how wet she is, he drops to his knees in front of her, taking her leg and throwing it over his shoulder and just eats her out right in front of the mirror so she can watch herself all while he works fingers in and out of her to get her open up enough 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

and when i say that’s one of evie’s favorite positions to be fucked in 🤭🤭🤭 picture it, their hotel room has such a nice view of paris and he’s got her on the bed, facing the window as he just POUNDS into her from behind while she looks out the window at the city below not to mention he’s got her hands behind her back tied up with the tie that he never used at fw (she may or may not have whined a 5 letter word starting with D at one point 🤭) … the light bruising on her hips and the hickeys on her neck the next morning PHEWWW

[happilyobsessing]

(hiii omg thank youuuu hehe <3 🥺 here's some prompts in the meantime since it will take me a bit to get to the ask!!) for sfw: 6 & 10 and nsfw: 4 & 13 for a ship of your choice? :3

Tysm for the ask! Surprise, surprise, I'll answer these prompts for Weiler and Emmrich because they are currently consuming me body, mind, and soul. If anyone else would like to send a prompt, please find the original post here - my ask box is open!

Shipping Headcanons

SWF

#6 - Going out to eat: who pays? Who orders the most food, and who has dessert?

Emmrich adores taking Weiler out to eat. She unfortunately has very little experience of going out to dine - only going to an inn for the first time when she joins Varric's mission - and for a man with such a refined and extensive palate as Emmrich he simply cannot allow that to continue. It brings him great joy to see her eyes widen then flutter closed as she moans around mouthfuls of fragrant soups, steaks that melt on the tongue, the most delicate fish that flakes under the very suggestion of her fork. She cannot read, so he reads the menu out loud for her asking what she would like at every course. "Yes, the King Prawns in red chili oil do sound divine, and would you enjoy the focaccia as well? You won't want to waste a single drop of that oil. Splendid, that will pair perfectly with your linguine and mussels, and do make sure you save room for dessert, dearest. I have no doubt that you will love the lemon sorbet." Both have healthy appetites, and soon their table is groaning under the weight of platters and bowls and cutlery. It is an easy enough thing for Emmrich (once Weiler is distracted by slurping up her dinner) to slip the necessary payment to the waiter's hand each time. A light coin purse is an easy sacrifice to make when gains so much pleasure watching her recline back in her seat, her belly a little rounder than before, and a food-drunk grin splitting across her face.

#10 - Any pets? Plants?

Weiler has no experience of keeping anything alive (notorious, frenetic, traumatised assassins don't have the most experience with those particular skills) and Emmrich is fastidious with the cleanliness of his study and living spaces. But as Harding's garden begins to bloom, Weiler finds herself spending more and more time amongst the flowers, silently following her friend as she gardens. Every now and then she'll point at a plant, ask a simple question ("What's that one?" "That one?" "This?") and nod slowly at Harding's patient responses. In time, the scout has Weiler helping with easy tasks such as watering and de-heading dead flowers and the assassin finds the routine soothing. As the garden blooms, she notices a tiny spiderette sprouting from the end of a trailing spider plant leaf and points it out to Harding, who immediately takes a cutting and plants it in a pot. "Here you go! Your first project. They're pretty tough, so you'll have a hard time killing this." The spider plant flourishes under Weiler's attentive care, and after the blow at Tearstone Island she can sometimes be found gazing sadly at the plant, stroking its leaves for comfort. She will sit and wonder whether Harding can see how well the plant is continuing to grow. Emmrich will come and drop a kiss on the top of her head and squeeze her shoulder. "It's coming along beautifully, just like you."

NSFW below

#4 - Oddest place they have sex?

Once Weiler is comfortable enough to have sex (and enjoys it regularly) her libido skyrockets and - so long as Emmrich is also in the right mood and consents - she will eagerly suggest that they fuck no matter where they might be so long as they are not in direct sight of anyone. Perhaps the oddest place they have sex is in the boat of the Caretaker the one time it was at the dock unattended. Riding the high of defeating patrols of Venatori in the Converged City as they travelled alone, they gleefully took the opportunity to strip off with wild abandon and literally rock the boat.

#13 - Who's loud? Who's quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Neither Emmrich or Weiler is particularly loud, but Weiler is initially quiet to the point that it is concerning. She is so focused on remaining present in intimate moments and not slipping into traumatic flashbacks, she doesn't say a word or make a noise save the odd soft intake of breath. Worried that she isn't enjoying herself, Emmrich stops their lovemaking one night to hold her hands in his and talk to her about the importance of communication whilst they are both vulnerable like this. "Of course, this does not mean that you need to scream my name or make it a wild performance worthy of some Orlesian brothel. But, darling, I want to know what pleases you and, most importantly, which displeases you. It is my only wish to satisfy you entirely." Smiling awkwardly, Weiler responds that she might find it easier to know what to say with a demonstration, so Emmrich pulls her hands to his chest, moaning into the crook of her neck as her fingers brush the hardened nub of his nipples. "Keep touching me here and I'll be helpless in your hands."

[oftenlyshitposting]

wolfwren week day I | sparring + "are you following me?"

sabine hasn't been going out of her apartment much, as of late. she knows she really should, but she doesn't want to. the past couple of weeks have been rough; college and family wise. ahsoka and hera stops by every now and then, checking up on her.

well, more on ahsoka barging in with her spare keys, while hera actually knocks on her front door.

ahsoka and hera lives just across of her apartment, right on the same floor, just on the other wing. sabine, despite having dealt with ahsoka's multiple tresspassing offense the past weeks, is grateful for their close proximity to each other.

sabine doesn't think she can be truly alone now.

sabine rolls in her bed, huffing an exhausted sigh. she'd been awake since her alarm rung at nine, counting only about four or five hours of sleep. the little analog clock on her bedside drawer displays it's a little over twelve now, and she really should get up to eat something. preferably something solid.

her doorknob clacks, and sabine sighs a weak chuckle as ahsoka's voice echoes in, "oye, mija!!"

"aquí, 'soka," sabine drawls, half shouting as she stays slumped face down. she hears ahsoka locking the door and tossing the keys to her key bowls, and the unmistakeable sound of plastic brushing against fabric as ahsoka walks over to her room.

"dios, sabine," ahsoka sighed, sabine guessed from watching the current state she is in right now. or, her room, could be either or both. sabine felt the edge of her bed dipped, then ahsoka's hand on her back.

sabine hums against her pillow. "don't look at me with that look on your face, ahsoka."

"what look, 'bine?"

sabine shifts to lift her face slightly, side eyeing the older woman. "that look. like i need to be coddled."

ahsoka laughs, shaking her head. "i never thought you should. i know you don't." she pats sabine's back, gentle but firm enough as she says, "but, i am worried about you, mija. so is hera."

"don't worry, 'm fine." sabine drops her face back into her pillow. she knows that ahsoka knows she's lying straight through her teeth. ahsoka can't really be lied to, anyways. sabine is stalling.

ahsoka doesn't say anything, sighing. sabine guesses she has the usual sad-ish smile on her face. the bed creaks, and suddenly she felt ahsoka plopping on her back, making her groan at the sudden additional weight. sabine tries to get up, but ahsoka doesn't budge, only laughing at her attempt.

"ahsoka! what the hell are you doing?" sabine yells, falling back with a heavy 'oof'. "get off me!"

"i'm giving you a hug."

sabine grunts. "no, the fuck you're not! you're squashing me!"

ahsoka shifts, and for a second of false hope, sabine thought she was getting up from her. instead, ahsoka puts her entire bodyweight sabine, making the purple haired girl sink lower to the bed under her. "this is how i hug if you won't stop moping."

"gah! how the hell does hera deal with this?"

ahsoka hums, crossing her arm comfortably. "well, she doesn't mope, so she wouldn't know."

sabine grunts, struggling to rolling over so she wouldn't be on her stomach. she manages to partially shift her position to her side, glaring down at ahsoka. the older woman smirks back at sabine, whose face is flushed and hair wild from the struggle.

sabine shoves ahsoka away frustratedly. "you're pressing on my organs, you shit! ow!" she yelled, feeling mild pain when ahsoka's head is pressing below her ribs. "i think that's my fucking pancreas!"

ahsoka glares unimpressedly at sabine's dramatics. "like you know where your pancreas is, mija."

"it's–" sabine heaves through pushing ahsoka away, only to fall off from the bed ungracefully upside down, "wherever the fuck you just decided to squash." when ahsoka snickers from above the bed, sabine glares at her. "i'm gonna tell hera you bullied me today."

"snitch." ahsoka huffs, as she smacks sabine's legs on her bed as she gets up, walking out. "c'mon, let's eat. i brought your favourite."

sabine's head perks up. "spicy wonton soup?"

ahsoka shot her a look. "no. shrimp jibaritos."

sabine groans, and ahsoka merely shakes her head with a laugh as she exits sabine's room. sabine gets up from her awkward position, head spinning slightly. she sighs, stretching her aching limbs and back as she taps on a button. her curtains drew open, allowing sunlight to enter through her giant windows into her room.

she walks to her bathroom to freshen herself up, trying to ignore the tired eyes reflected on the mirror. when she gets out of her room, ahsoka is already sat on her couch, the tv set on a random channel, while murley sits on the armrest as the orange tabby cat gets lazy pats and scratches from her. the food is already sprawled on her coffee table, and sabine smiles a little.

sabine sat next to ahsoka, reaching over to grab the takeout drink, sipping it slowly. she mutters a small 'thanks', which ahsoka returns with a small hum. she eats in a comfortable silence, munching as she absentmindedly watches the tv. she can feel ahsoka eyeing her from the side, probably wondering the right time to ask her what's going on.

"tristan called me a few days ago," sabine starts, still half munching on the crispy jibarito. ahsoka tilts her head slightly towards her, silently indicating she's all ears. sabine sighs, before continuing, "the kid is trying his best, but my parents–well, my mom, really–doesn't even see it. mom said he doesn't want it enough, and still insists i should be the one to take over the company. i don't even fucking want it; i never did."

ahsoka's face remains neutral, but her eyes exhibits something akin to a mix of pity and sadness. she doesn't say much other than, "i'm still here," to encourage sabine to continue on with whatever she needs to tell ahsoka.

"tristan is literally doing exactly what i did, going to business school while taking so much responsibility in the company. he does it willingly." sabine exhales with her eyes shut, calming down her brewing emotional turmoils. "he's doing so much, but my parents stays blind to what he wants and ignoring what i don't want."

sabine threw her head back against the backrest of her couch, her half-eaten jibarito still sat in her hands. talking about her family always makes her lose her apetite and will to do anything. on worse days, sabine teeters on the edge of returning home and does whatever her mother tells her to do, just to stop all the problems and be done with it. but, sabine knows that's exactly what her mother wants.

for sabine to give up running and living her life.

"sorry about the sudden rant," sabine sniffs humourlessly, attempting to lighten up the mood.

ahsoka shook, merely placing a gentle hand on sabine's shoulder in a way sabine known as comforting. "you're alright, mija. you know what you're doing. i'm here to listen to you, and be there for you when you need me."

sabine's lips tugs to a small smile, nodding. ahsoka is right, as always. it gets overwhelming for her to deal with this on her own, having ahsoka and hera as her closest supports makes her more confident in tackling her problems. to have them to listen to her, is something sabine will always be grateful of.

"thanks, 'soka." sabine leans her head against ahsoka's broad shoulder, resuming her eating.

ahsoka only hums in return.

even when sabine doesn't have much of anyone, she still has ahsoka. the puerto rican woman has always been on sabine's side since she was a teenager; maybe even younger. sabine always looked up to ahsoka, someone like the older sister she never had.

ahsoka left sabine's apartment a few hours after they finished eating and did a bit of cleaning duty. she promised to pick hera up from her workplace, and sabine made a teasing remark that they are going on date night, which ahsoka merely responded with a shake of her head.

sabine had taken a well deserved shower and picked up on some of her college works, keeping her busy past dinnertime. she initially decided against cooking, feeling far too unmotivated for the task. but, she'd taken a look inside her fridge, and, well, some of her groceries are starting to get closer to their perishable dates. sabine ended up whipping a decent stir-fry, fridge cleanout style, and had it while finishing one of her essays.

still feeling remnants of stress lingering in her systems, sabine decided to head to the gym down the block to flush it out of her body for good. considering the last time she worked out was two weeks ago, her body has started to get achey and stiff with lack of active use.

the gym was empty by the time sabine got there, safe for a number of people who are either still working out, or are about to finish. it made sense, given it's already closer towards midnight. sabine drops her items off back at the lockers, and head straight to start her workout regimes.

sabine drowned in the routine, missing the gym slowly emptying, safe for her and another woman. she didn't pay much attention to her, too lost in the rhythm of her exercise and music, assuming it's just the night shift staff. she couldn't help feeling her fleeting gazes reflected on the mirrors, though.

sabine was just finishing up her routine, passing the boxing corner as she walks towards the lockers, when she saw her again. unmistakable bone-white blonde hair that's cropped just above her sturdy shoulders, now tied to a tight little ponytail. her eyes meet with stellar greenish-blue, forming faint crescents as a small smile crept up her lips.

"shin, hey!" sabine calls, widely smiling as she approaches the familiar blonde.

shin gestures a smile wave back at sabine from beside the punching sack, levelling her breaths. "hey, sabine," she returned when sabine is in front of her, "haven't seen you lately."

"yeah," sabine chuckles, "been insanely busy. swamped the whole week in my apartment."

"ah," shin nods understandingly, a wolfish smile on her lips, "that's a shame. the other day, somebody had knocked down the punching bag. i thought it was you again, but unfortunately, it was not."

sabine laughs, head thrown back. "oh, come on. still wouldn't let me live that one down?"

"well, it was an interesting event, no?"

"for you!"

shin's smile broke to a grin, echoed by a deep laugh. "okay, okay. i'll let it slide. for a price."

"oh?" sabine quirked a playful brow, shifting her weight to one hip. "what may that be?"

the blonde trainer presents a pair of boxing gloves at sabine, "spar with me?" with another of her wolfish, lopsided smile.

sabine crowed as she grabs the blue pair of gloves. "alright, you wanna add a little bet?"

"a bet?"

"yeah, y'know," sabine shrugs her shoulders, "just to make it a lil' more fun."

shin places a hand on her hip, interested. "okay, what do you have?"

sabine hummed. she wasn't thinking thoroughly and didn't plan this far out. she should settle for something small and simple. shin was patiently waiting for her, so she replies, "if i win, get the best shawarma down the third block with me."

"shawarma?" shin repeated with a humoured laugh, "this late? really?"

sabine raises her arms, chortling. "hey, it's just the idea on the top of my head!"

"okay, okay. agreed." shin nodded, then quirking a brow at sabine, accent slipping as she ask, "and if i win? what do i get?"

"you tell me! what do you want, gata?"

shin's eyes shift up as she appeared to be thinking, and sabine couldn't really help but find this blonde trainer slash gym staff... strangely endearing.

as shin tilted her head up slightly, sabine can note the myriads of moles scattered on her face like stars. sabine also noticed the sharp slope of shin's jawline, and her high cheekbones that highlights her stellar blue eyes. she likens shin to a pretty porcelain matryoshka in her mind.

shin then decides, "i think if i win, i get to have your number?"

well. that was certainly unexpected for sabine.

"m-my number? you want my number?" sabine flushes, repeating it with barely any eloquency.

"oh, um," shin flusters, appearing awkward, "uh, i'm sorry, i think i was a bit too forward. i thought you... aren't straight. i assumed you liked girls."

sabine's bursted out, "oh! fuck, i do! i love women!" she cringed when she registered what she had just blurted out loud, her brain clicking much too fast. "wait, that's not what i meant. i mean yes, i do like girls because i'm not straight. i was just... not expecting you to ask about my number...?"

shin's ears are dusted in pink, and it really doesn't help sabine to calm herself down. with a shy smile, the blonde replies, "i just figured it'll be easier to find me if you ever need to hit the gym during my shift?"

"i agree," sabine laughs, entertained. "alright then. best of three wins?"

shin had already hopped onto the ring, smiling confidently down at sabine. "sounds good to me."

when they sparred, it's a lot more playful and less intense as their first time. sabine had picked up more of shin's stances and fighting cues, reading her better than the first time. shin is still as acrobatic as always, but sabine managed to keep up with her this time. at some point, just before sabine's muscles gave out, she cornered shin and pinned the blonde by locking her arms and legs with her own.

"wanna yield?"

sabine's lips were right next to shin's exposed ears, her arms locking the blonde's shoulders. they were both breathing heavily, skin to skin close on the boxing ring's mat. sabine noticed shin's face and ears flushed red, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was caused by the heavy breathing from getting locked on top of sabine.

shin, surprisingly, managed to handle herself out of sabine's lock. with a swift motion faster than sabine could've anticipated, shin had reversed their positions, this time pinning sabine down on her stomach with an arm on her back and another above sabine's head. with bated breaths and a triumphant smirk, shin replies, "do you wanna yield?"

sabine's brain is all scrambled; the way shin had pinned her down and the distance from the blonde trainer's lips from her ear aren't helping her form any thoughts or whatsoever. she could only tap her pinned hand on the ring's floor, signalling defeat. only when shin lets her grip go, sabine admits, "i didn't think you'd flip the switch on me. how'd you do it?"

"you had your tricks, i have my own," shin cheekily replies, skipping backwards to grab a water bottle. "you put a good fight, but that's one to one already."

"damn," sabine jumped back to her footings, head tilted in disbelief, "really? that fifth kickflip didn't count as my second point?"

shin laughs, carefully tossing the water at sabine. "unfortunately, no. i didn't yield, did i?"

sabine drinks the water, briefly remembering shin had drank from the same bottle as well, causing her brain to short-circuit momentarily. through her brain-fart she manages, "are you always this stingy?"

"only when i'm sparring with pretty woman." shin shrugs nonchalantly, lifting the bottom edge of her tank to wipe sweat off her face. the motion revealed her toned stomach, which sabine had to fight tooth and nail to not stare for too long.

"um…" sabine began lamely, her mouth definitely haven't caught up with whatever thoughts formed in her lagging brain. she tries again, "so… i guess another stalemate, then?"

"looks like it." shin sighs, a small smile on her lips. "sparring you got me beat, actually. i would love for another round to see which of us could win, but i've got to clock out."

sabine, finally catching her charisma again, cheekily returns, "aw, shame. i'd love to pull your own little trick on you."

"you'll get your chance."

sabine stayed until shin finishes cleaning up and clocking out, walking out the gym with the blonde trainer towards her go-to shawarma place down the block. they exchanged stories, learning more about each other and their day to day's over two chicken shawarmas.

at the end of the night, after parting with shin at a crosswalk, sabine has a new contact in her phone.

and after that, sabine began finding shin in a lot of other places she goes to in the city. all by chance.

tuesday morning, at an indie coffeeshop downtown. sabine was there to grab a cup of coffee and the best (in her opinion) lox bagel within three mile radius. shin was at the counter picking up her order; a cup of honey cinammon tea latte.

(sabine told her the brown-butter croissant would go heavenly well with shin's drink.)

the thrift store two blocks down from sabine's. it was a friday afternoon and sabine was out looking for another heavy flannels because ahsoka doesn't seem like she'd return her (favourite) grey heavy flannels. just as she was heading to the jackets' aisle, she bumps into shin, who was trying out a patchwork denim jacket.

(shin laughs when sabine said that the patchwork denim jacket isn't gay enough for either of them.)

on a wednesday evening, sabine was just riding her bike towards a park, mildly stressed out and in need of a cigarette break. at the smoking area, shin was there, sitting with a lit stick twiddled in her fingers. when the blonde trainer met sabine's gaze, she laughs with a shook of her head.

"didn't think i'd find you in this janky park, too," sabine quipped teasingly, lighting up a stick.

"be honest with me now," shin replies with an equally teasing note, earning a humoured eyebrow raise from sabine, "have you been following me, sabine?"

sabine laughs out loud, head thrown back. "does it really look like i do?"

shin nods her head, taking a drag of her cigarette. "it does. so, are you?"

"i don't even know you smoked too!" sabine refuted, pointing at their lit sticks, smoke rising slowly. she tries her hardest to not stare at the way the damn cigarette sits so prettily in shin's slender finger. she then adds, "i swear, it's like i'm just gonna run into you anywhere."

"okay, fair enough," shin agrees, raising her hands, before cheekily saying, "but to be fair, i am eastern european. we and the balkans chainsmoke like steam trains, you know."

sabine chokes midway dragging her smoke, combusting a choppy laugh-cough. "shin!" when shin only mirrors her laugh, she nudges the blonde's shoulder. "you're ridiculous."

"sorry?" shin offered jokingly. she took the last drag before tossing the stubbed filter to the tray next to her, leaning down to meet sabine's face. "seriously, though. i don't think of you as someone who smoke as well. you okay?"

"yeah..." sabine exhales a huff of smoke, offering a tight-lipped smile back at her, before shrugging unsurely. "i dunno, 'm just been hella stressed. i usually hit this park after riding around at night."

shin shifts closer to sabine. "you ride?"

sabine nods. "custom made triumph."

"wow, you're even more ukrainian than i am."

sabine laughs. "seriously?"

"oh, yeah. definitely." shin flashes a wolfish smirk (and by god, it made sabine's chest race because it's so unreasonably attractive).

"i think it's 'cause i'm gay, shin," sabine joked, which the blonde returned with a humoured chuckle.

"that much, i can see."

"so," sabine began, stubbing her dead stick, lighting another one she fished from the pack beside her, "why am i finding you in this janky ass park? you got something goin' on, hermosa?"

shin shrugs, contemplating. she then sighed, curt and tired. when she spoke, her accent was heavy, "college assignment deadlines catching up on my ass. i've got this... what do you call it? survey-based research paper thing... it's kind of hard to gather the right pool of people to ask. it's just that, really."

"ah," sabine understood, knowing exactly where shin was coming from, "yeah, i feel ya. i had that too for my statistics lecture back in my fourth sem. kicked my ass so bad for a week, 'soka had to search and rescue me from my own apartment."

the frown on shin's face dissipates into a laugh; carefree and sweet kind of chuckle, which doesn't really help much in easing up sabine's stomach butterflies. sabine's cigarette long forgotten, ashes falling softly from where it was lodged between her fingers, opting to study shin's face instead.

shin's greenish-blue eyes meets sabine's.

"qué lindas…" sabine murmured under her breath, not really conscious or mindful about her volume.

shin smiles. "mmm… gracias."

sabine blinks. "you speak spanish?"

"not really, but i have a pair of eyes and a brain."

"i– okay, fair enough."

shin tucks a stray hair behind sabine's ear, sending static down her spine. the blonde's accented voice was barely above a whisper as she says, "як мило."

sabine doesn't understand, but damn.

that did things.

well, shit, sabine thinks.

[justferal]

#stardustcc March 22: favorite era (this one)

[dragynkeep]

rwby making the native american girl who's family was murdered by sdc negligence & the prominantly faunus man who was formerly a child slave into the villains of the racial storyline while contrasting them to the white skinned, "cutesy" faunus princess who lives in a mansion & was able to avoid societal racism for most of her life makes me want to turn violent.

oh wait, violence in bad. definitely bad. you should not fight against racial & societal oppression with violence because that has definitely not gotten marginalized groups anything in past history.

violence against your enemies in the "everything is also a gun" show is a okay though. just not racially. r/iamverysmart.

[silversoulstardust]

kazurei but make it sengoku/warring states era au: rei is the only son to one of the feudal lords who is trained from birth to kill the opposing parties and other lords. suwa family is well known to be reliable in disposing of anyone who's going against the shogun they're serving, and they earned such praise thanks to rei, for being such a fearsome killer. his name sends chills down the enemy's spine. feudal lords and shogun contenders lose sleep over the thought of being suwa rei's target.

kazuki is a servant boy that gets assigned to rei since childhood. he follows rei around; manages his horses, polish his armors, prepares his food and bath, fights alongside rei when it's needed, and provides company to the sole heir of the fearsome suwa family that no other people dare to approach. the only person who can talk back to rei and make rei do things he doesn't like (even though it's good for him. like eating veggies.) the only person who is allowed to touch rei. rei hates being around people except for kazuki. naturally, their relationship blooms beyond being a lord's son and a servant.

rei's father gets a whiff of their relationship and tries to separate them. rei kills everyone who tries to take kazuki away from him. he burns the entire family to the ground. he tosses the crest that adorns the armor on his chest into the burning pile of woods before leaving with kazuki in tow, without sparing a single glance to look back at the legacy he destroyed.

a slowburn childhood friends to lovers, forbidden romance between a lord's son and a servant. a whole merthur shit except in feudal japan, if you will

[defectivehero]

cutlery

glinting metal splits me into ribbons.

the cutting board bears my old bloodstains,

just as my skin marinates with the scars you sprinkled onto it.

there's a horrible aroma wafting through the stale kitchen air,

breathing remorse and repugnance.

smoke rises from the scalding hot pan

and my every exhale adds fuel to the roaring flames.

i've grown to welcome the heat,

to welcome the firm press of your lips that hides a sharp, cheek-splitting grin.

i've learned that your masterful touch will always incite both apprehension and anticipation within me,

because, while the pain is all-consuming,

it never lasts.

my misgivings slip down the drain in soapy water,

and you render me eternal once more.

©2023, @defectivehero | @defectivevillain, All Rights Reserved.

-> prompt from @nosebleedclub's November prompts (Nov. 22).

[micahweil]

Time had passed. The Olympian gods had fallen out of favor, save for a few pockets of humanity that still worshiped them in lieu of the other Gods that had taken their place. The seat of power for the ancient world had turned into a spa and resort for the pantheon, complete with all the modern amenities that had come about. Hera had become addicted to Instagram, Zeus was extremely unpopular on Tinder, and Ares...

Well, the less said about Ares' toxic behavior on League, the better.

For the most part, things had been pretty peaceful up on Olympus. Then came the day that Hermes returned early from his jog. He was out of breath and clearly panicked.

"Hermes, dear," Hera said, pulling her attention away from her phone. "Are you okay?" He shook his head, still panting. This caused most of the resort dwellers to stop what they were doing and approach. "Hermes, take a deep breath, and tell me what's going on."

It took him a moment to gather himself. "I come with a message from Hades," he blurted. "There's been an escape. They're coming to Olympus."

"Wait," Zeus said. "A mortal got out of Hades' domain?"

"Yeah. Saw the damage myself. Ripped the Underworld's gates clean off the hinges and choked Cerberus out. I'm telling you, he's RIPPED."

There was a muttering of panic amongst the gods. "Well," Zeus demanded. "Who is it?"

Hermes looked up at him, a wide smile on his face, like he had been practicing what he was about to say the entire way back from the Underworld. "By Zeus, it's Sisyphus..."

"ZEUS!" The voice echoed from down the stairway to Olympus. Everyone went and looked over the side. Indeed, approaching the summit, bulging with ages worth of exercise from pushing a boulder up a hill, was the mortal known as Sisyphus. Several of the gods began to mutter. Was he armed? They turned back to Hermes.

"...and he has a steel chair."

Sisyphus has finally had enough. He lifts the boulder over his shoulders and hucks it effortlessly down the mountainside, before setting off in search of Zeus. After all, he’s been building muscle all these millennia, and it’s about time for a rematch.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

Rocker Miguel and pbmj au when???

when i queue it you impatient lil greedy bug you~<3!

[acidblum]

i LOVE your babysitter!vi series and now i can't stop thinking about Vi walking in on you pleasuring yourself AGHHH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

babysitter!vi walking in on you??? yes gawd!!.. MDNI 18+

you've sent the kids to their grandmother's house for the rest of the day with vi, which meant pure quiet for a while.

have just gotten back from work you opted on getting under the scolding water and washing it all away, an ache forming between your thighs as you walk out laying on the bed with a certain redhead in mind.

the loud magic wand buzzing against your clit had you reeling as you rubbed it all over your wetness, eyes rolling over and a smile gracing your face for the fact you haven’t came in oh soo long, other hand reaching to pinch and pull at your pebbled nipples. “uh ahh fu-uuck violet” when the creaking of your bedroom’s door stops you in your tracks…eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

vi stood so fucking still as if she’ll vanish if she did so, cheeks reddening as the sound of the loud vibrator buzzing against your clit never stopped. her eyes cannot help but look down at the state of you. wetness covering your clit, clean shaved with a landing strip down the middle.

it was definitely a sight for sore eyes. and did you just moan her name?? the buzzing finally coming to a halt. “oh my god vi-”

her lips slamming against yours and all of a sudden she’s on top of you, body engulfing yours as her other hand slithers into the nape of your neck as she drinks in your moans. breaking it with a string of spit forming between your lips.

"let me?..please"

looking into her darkening eyes you can't help but nod, her knees hitting the floor with a thud. both of her hands coming up to pull your legs to the edge of the bed emitting a soft gasp from you.

forefingers opening you up as she coats her fingers with your cum, inspecting the mess you made of yourself, head sinking back at the contact.

she starts kitten licking back and forth, cleaning you up before suckling onto your clit. blue eyes looking up at the way your mouth falls agape as you scramble to sit up. "oh you're so good f-"

stopping abruptly, her pinkish mouth unlatching as a defeated whine falls from you—prompting a very smug smirk to paint her face.

her hand coming up to hold the wand you discarded earlier, almost studying it as she turns it on, the buzzing getting louder as she plays around with the settings. “you use that a lot?”

“something like that..c’mere”

holding her hand that’s still clutching the wand, you help her—sliding it down you navel in a slow taunting motion, opening your thighs for her as it lands on your clit, sending you reeling as you mewl “f-u-uuuck” her other hand rubbing down and up your thigh, pressing it harder against your swollen clit.

your breath hitches at the feeling as her hand doesn’t let up. “im u-ahh vi im cummin-ngh” you cannot help but squirt hard, wetting the shirt she was wearing.

her eyes widening as her pussy starts aching at the sight of you, and the wetness that’s now covering her.

© acidblum.

[prany]

i’m gonna actually....start making stuff again and i hope just at some point i can. post some writing. bcs i have so many ideas. but brain no working.......... :(

[letsreadsomesins-shallwe]

She looks dumb good here 🥴❣️

mean!bff!ellie would just manhandle tf out of you for no good reason.

“they’re gonna be coming back from patrol any minute, you’re gonna wanna move from the gate.” ellie stood behind you, hand stuffed in her pockets with her eyes glued to your ass as you leant over, happily painting a mini mural on the inside of Jackson’s gates.

“i’ll hear ‘em coming.” you reply softly, distracted by the thin detail strokes you were applying to the image of two people holding hands you had painted.

“can’t hear the horses hooves because of the snow. come here.” ellie stressed, stepping aside the gates and nodding her head in gesture although she you weren’t looking at her. you took too long to respond, letting out a noncommittal ‘hmm’ before she pulled you herself, strong hand around your shoulder and the other catching your waist when you stumbled, moving you aside away from the gate. “you gonna start listening to me?” her face was inches from yours, eyebrow raised. she wasn’t impressed with your noncompliance but you let a small mischievous smile creep up on your face as she continued to hold her, just happy she was touching you.

“y’gonna teach me a lesson els?” you had big gooey doe eyes within a second and she couldn’t decide whether or not she wanted to smirk or roll her eyes.

“you’d like it too much.” she muttered, shaking her head as she turned her attention to the gates creaking open— jesse and dina barrelling in with their horses.

“told you i’d win.” dina chuckled, clearly having some kind of race with jesse. ellie turned her attention back to you, taking your chin in her grasp for a moment to simply look at you before letting go and stepping back.

“gotta take my shift now, i’ll see you later.” she jogged off before turning around to walk backwards, looking at you. “be a good girl for once, yeah? i’m gonna come and check on you when i’m done.”

you nodded, watching her leave to go and grab her horse from the stables. it was the simplest things that turned you on.

[pupyuj]

gamer g!p yujin x fem!reader 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕 im so down bad for yujin SORRY

i come bearing a very self-indulgent and specific gift for this prompt hehe 😈😈

see, i'd make yujin a loser here cuz ya'll know why BUT i thought it'd be fun to make her a cool n sexy gamer bcs only ahn yujin can pull that off 😼 anyway, she'd love making you play her games!! yujin has the brightest smile on her face when you sit down on a separate chair beside her while she's gaming and ask questions 🥺 and she falls even harder for you when she notices how well you listen to her while she's explaining stuff like the nerd that she secretly is ☺️☺️ yujin would probably be a pretty popular streamer too! she's pretty, she's funny, she's actually good at every game she plays, and she can talk really well even through the screen and the camera!! her viewers love catching you standing behind her, completely immersed in her gameplay that you don't say anything—they think you're so cute 😭 the two of you are probably a popular ship on twitch LMAO 😭

and now comes menace gamer bf yujin who makes you play her games while you're sat on her lap,, being the pervert that she is, she has her hands all over you while you're trying to learn,, of course yujin only does this when the cameras are turned off—she doesn't want anybody to see you in ways only she's allowed to. she rubs your nipples through your shirt, but you don't even notice at first bcs you're so focused on the game, what a cutie :(( you finally take notice of the sensation when yujin pinches on them, making you let out a small gasp that always sounded so fucking good in yujin's ears,,

she definitely fondles your tits underneath your shirt while she whispers instructions in your ear,, knows how much it's affecting you by the way you shivered and tried your hardest to hold back your whimpers but is a bit annoyed bcs you're so well in the game still?? 😭 and god,, she's always making sure that your position on her lap is perfect with your ass right on her bulge,, it makes everything easier on her part,, gently puts her hands on your hips and starts grinding up slowly,, exaggerates her moans just to get your attention, gives you that shit-eating smirk-smile she always has on when she knew she was getting inside your head.. and then she gets really fucking annoying 🤭🤭

yujin slipping her hand inside your shorts to rub your needy clit through your panties, still grinding on your ass, lips right on your ear while she whispers, "my good girl's gonna complete this level for daddy, right?" guys what the fuck i need her—

and ofc you have no choice but to nod and whimper :(( and oh, how she fucking loves that 😩😩

yujin knowing what exactly gets you to do whatever she wants to make you do.. "sit on my cock. if you do well enough maybe i'll fuck you, but if you don't... you're not coming at all tonight." and being the pathetic slut that you are, you obey! cockwarming yuj while you try your hardest to play but she's making it so hard :(( between her small, slow thrusts from time to time, fingertips barely brushing against your clit, a semi-hard grip on your thigh, and the soft moans that left her mouth every time you adjusted yourself a little bit... how could you not lose control of yourself?? 😣

barely a second after completing the level and you immediately drop the controller on the floor.. yujin grabbing you by the back of your shirt, pulling you into her and pressing her fingers against your clit hard, making you moan loudly and grab onto her wrist, "so good for daddy, aren't you?" yujin says against your ear,, fuck she'd lick from the crook of your neck to the spot behind your ear just to hear your sweet moans,, yujin doesn't hesitate to manhandle you either! especially when she's desperate to fuck you like this.. throwing you down on the couch with your ass up and face buried on one of the couch pillows, but she pulls your hair so your voice could fill the air while she pounded you from behind 🫣 gawd... her one hand holding your waist in a death grip, muttering curses as well as your name while she fucks into you with her big dick :((

"just like that.. fuck yourself into my cock—god.. good girl..!"

"that's my girl.. move, (y/n)..."

"you like daddy's games, huh..? don't worry, we'll get to play more.. so much more.. f-fuck! i'm.. c-coming—"

looking behind you just to see the sight of yujin's pleasured expression with her eyes shut tight and teeth biting her lip while sweat drips down her perfect neck.. 😳😳😳

[rwac96]

Prompt

Professor Au

8 months of carrying their first child, weiss finally given birth to the baby girl, jaune was there with her providing support, in the waiting room friends and family are waiting to meet Arc-Schnee love child, when nurse said it was ready to meet the baby, jaune's mother rushed in pushing her son aside.

"Oh, my Gods," said a relieved Jaune Arc, his ocean eyes staring at his newborn daughter with Weiss. "She's...She's beautiful."

"She is," Weiss nods lightly, holding the swaddled infant. "Hello, sweetie." The Middle Schnee coos to her baby.

"Hey," Jaune says in a similar tone, reaching out with his finger to touch his daughter's cheek, who gurgled in response.

---

"Gawds!" Nora groaned as she lay against one of the chairs in the waiting room, "How long does it take to squirt a baby out?!"

"Nora!" Ren calmed his wife down, "It takes time."

"Oh, Gods," the hammer-wielder grimaced, her teal eyes moving down to her own slightly swollen stomach. "I'm dreading when it's my turn."

"It's not so bad," Terra Cotta Arc said, sitting next to Saphron while their seven-year-old son was sound asleep. "I mean, it was painful when I gave birth to Adrian."

"Mama!" Squeaked a blonde, cat-eared toddler sitting on Blake's lap. "I'm tirsty."

"Okay, Nala," Blake reaches into her violet bag, pulling out a sippy cup and handing it to her daughter.

"I hope Weiss' okay," Ruby Rose said, clutching Oscar's hand as she worried for her best friend and teammate.

"I'm sure she'll be okay," the former host of Ozma spoke up, "she's been through worse."

"Childbirth's different, Oscar," Yang pointed out, "my first memory: Mom screaming like a banshee when Ruby was comin'."

"YANG!" The leader of Team RWBY's cheeks reddened at her sister, who snickered in response.

Then, the doors opened, and a nurse stepped out. "Ladies and gentlemen," she spoke, "you can now see the baby--."

"FINALLY!!" Juniper "Mama" Arc screamed as she rose out of her seat and rushed towards the delivery room, despite her age and the protest of the nurse. "I WANNA SEE MY NEW GRANDBABY!!"

"Uh," Adrian opens his eyes due to his grandmother's outburst, "is my new cousin here yet?"

[jenni41arts]

#klance #vld #fanart #klancemas

Prompt: Hallmark Movie

Make Me Home for the Holidays

"When the handsome and charismatic, Lance McClain, discovers his work rival, lone wolf, Keith Kogane, has never had a family Christmas, Lance jokingly invites him to his. When Keith accepts, the journey home to a place neither expected."

Gawd, I'm gonna have to write this now, ain't I?

[cryptid-crow-writing]

*Excited squeal* Stealingyourbones has unleased the master list of their DP/DC crossover promts! Thank you! So many to explore. 🤩

DPxDC Prompt Masterlist #551-600

551. Danny is a Plastic Man Rip Off 552. Danny the Insurance Man 553. Is Plastic Man A Ghost? 554. Ectoplasm Radiation (Fav Prompts) 555. Jason is Walking Nuclear Waste 556. A Core in Distress 557. Motherbox Schmotherbox 558. Billy Batson's Sister: Jazz Fenton 559. Alone and Afraid 560. Dead Serious Arranged Marriage 561. Imaginary Friend 562. Trade of my First Born Son 563. Ghostly Marriage has Consequences 564. Ghostly Oddities and Eldritchness (Fav Prompts) 565. Dev Challenge for Wayne Industries 566. Clark Kent's Son: Daniel Fenton (Fav Prompts) 567. Danny Becomes a Bat 568. Spoiler and Jazz Become Pals :) 569. Tucker Throws hands with Riddler (Fav Prompts!) 570. Kwan's ER Patient: Champion of Magic (Fav Prompts) 571. Dash in Star City 572. Dash is a Barry Allen Speed Clone 573. Dani and Jason on the Streets 574. Greater than the 5th Dimension 575. Lightning McQueen KACHOW (Fav Prompt) 576. Clockwork's Messages to the Speedster 577. Murder Victim on the Run 578. Dash and Paulina's Auto Body and Flower Parlor 579. Danny: Protector of Eldritch!Tim Drake (Fav Prompts) 580. "Meteor Strike" (Just like My Dad) 581. Ghostly Glow Sticks 582. Geranium City 583. Plastic Man's Daughter: Dani (Fav Prompts) 584. Dick adopts Dani 585. Magically Reinforced Dani 586. The Spectre Observes Dani 587. Dani Breaks Into the Batcave 588. Tim is being Followed... 589. Impulsive Thoughts 590. Dani and Supes Race 591. Martian's Distress Signal 592. Maddie/Jack/Harvey 593. Fright Knight/Bruce 594. Dragon! Tim Drake 595. Terry meets Dani 596. Freddy Freeman meets Danny 597. Bruce's Daughter: Danielle Fenton 598. Light Core Tim Drake (Fav Prompts) 599. Dash Singlehandedly Defeats Joker (Fav Prompts) 600. Billy Batson ends up in the Ghost King Fortress