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May Prompts - Nightmare

St Bartholomew's rooftop was where A crowd saw Holmes dive into thin air Watson relives the sight Almost every night And screaming, awakes from the nightmare

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May I request TFA Megatron with human reader with promts 43 and 59

Sure! This takes place in Season 2 where the Decepticon base is in a mountain. I assumed my prompts as there were no specific ones sent! Using Sumdac's assistant darling again because it's my favorite and an easy plot ;)

Yandere! TFA! Megatron Prompts 43 and 59

"Won't you be a good pet for me?"

"Are those friends of yours? Are they your everything?"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Isolation, Possessive, Degrading behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Dubious/Forced relationship, Stalking sort of, Jealousy, Cybertronian/Human pairing.

Megatron never understood human connections. Why should he concern himself with such unimportant things? He has never been one to try and see eye to eye with an organic.

Although when you have to use humans to help you... you begin to learn a bit. For example, Sumdac is the human he uses to continue being the fearsome leader of the Decepticons while staying hidden. His other human captive is you... you're different.

Megatron never went into detail with other Decepticons about you. He just said you're in important, any other questions will be silenced. In reality he sees you as close to his spark.

This is a strange feat for a human. Megatron doesn't hold many anywhere near there. Yet you managed to catch his optics as an assistant of Sumdac himself. Megatron may not be where he is now without these two humans.

He'd think you'd be grateful for him sparing you.

Taking you with him was meant to be a good thing. You'd help him and his cause. It's an honor for him to keep you as an organic assistant.

What do you do instead? You wander to the entrance of the cave and stare ahead. You purposefully avoid him and the rest of the Decepticons. You only ever pay him any mind when Sumdac calls you for help.

For some reason Megatron feels irritated by this. Does he not like your disobedience... or does he feel insulted at your silence? Megatron still can't quite accept the fact he's soft towards an organic.

Perhaps he's just upset that you manage to have such control over him but ignore the effect you have on him?

That can't possibly be it....

Your attempts to ignore him only drive the Decepticon leader into deeper annoyance. He thought driving you into compliance would be much easier than this. He thought he could make you his obedient little pet easily.

It would be nice to channel that spark within you to his advantage....

Megatron never kept his optics off you for long. He even kept the other Decepticons away if he felt it was necessary. Especially Lugnut... who offered to threaten you into worshipping Megatron. Not a bad thought... but it would only scare you.

While watching you roam the secret hideout and listening to you occasionally talk to Sumdac, he caught some wind on what was causing some issues between you. Turns out you yearned for companionship. Human companionship, not his.

The thought angered Megatron when he heard unknown names fall from your lips. You still held hopes to see your human companions. In an effort to keep that hope you've refused to give yourself to Megatron.

Fine. He can fix that.

Megatron corners you one day in private. The mountainside was originally your place to heal. Now your captor, Megatron, decides to intrude just to yell and accuse.

"Are those friends of yours? Are they your everything?"

The Decepticon sneers, looking at you with annoyance. He shows disgust towards the fact you choose some other humans compared to him, Lord Megatron. You give him a look of confusion.

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me, human." You feel your heart stop when he reaches out and grabs you. "I heard what you told that scientist. Those humans are close to you."

"Um... yeah, they are-" You say nervously, hoping he won't squash you in his metal hand. Megatron narrows his eyes at you. You feel like you're angering the devil himself.

"Typical... you'd pick other worthless organics over me."

His tone has hints of jealousy. You'd find it funny that Lord Megatron is jealous of a human having friends. That is... if you weren't kidnapped and being threatened with being mashed into goo.

Megatron doesn't let you go like he thought. Instead he carries you back to the cave. You squirm in his grip but it does nothing against the large Decepticon.

"I know what will get you listening to me... do you know what will make humans roll over like one of those Earth pets?" Megatron grins, glowing red optics shifting to you. "Fear. I just have to remove those other humans of yours. It'll be easy, even Lugnut could do it. With them gone... you'll listen to every word I say."

You struggle more in his grip and give him the look of a scared prey animal. Megatron laughs as he makes his way to Blitzwing and Lugnut. You begin to panic as he calls them over.

"No...."

"Blitzwing. Lugnut. I need you to get rid of some humans for me." Megatron looks at your response. "They're causing my human to act up. I want the job done, I'll give you the names."

"STOP. I'LL LISTEN, PLEASE, LEAVE THEM BE."

Megatron holds up his other hand to stop his lackeys before walking off with you. Your defiance didn't last long when you realized blood would be on your hands. As expected of an empathetic human....

"There's that behaved human I was looking for. Reminds me of when we first met in that dreaded lab." Megatron muses, you say nothing in return.

"Just leave them alone... I'll pay more attention to you."

"I knew you'd come around, humans tend to submit when you threaten those close to them."

Megatron opens his palm, allowing you to sit more comfortably in his hand. He takes a metal finger and strokes your back, watching you flinch away. This is exactly where he wanted you....

As if to drive home the idea that he compared you to a dog, he rubs your stomach. You flush and glare at him. He treated you as a toy, he "loves" you in a way... but it's nothing you'd be used to.

"See the amount of control I have over you?" Megatron taunts, watching as you feebly push at his fingers. "Only I can do this to you... any other Con or Bot touches what's mine and I'll tear out their spark and spill their Energon."

You freeze at the threatening boom in his voice. Megatron pauses to bring you up to eye level with him. You suddenly feel very small...and very alone.

Megatron simply greets your fear for him with a cocky grin.

"Won't you be a good pet for me?" The Decepticon teases, waiting for you to make the obvious answer.

[dilucsflame33]

Hello, can I request a donnie x fem reader, I would like promts 3, 13, and 16 from the naughty list and 14 and 20 from the kink list. ❄️

Thanks.

Blindfolds & Dress Ups 🔥

Here's another Donnie request! Your prize is at the bottom ^^

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+ ONLY

Blindfold, Mirror sex, Dom! Donnie with a mix with shy Donnie.

"You should dress up as Santa, just for the fun of it." You joked as you watched your boyfriend work on something from his computer. It was now December and the thought of your purple terrapin lover dressed up as old Saint Nick was amusing; considering the poor guy hasn't done anything fun for a while.

Donnie slowly turned his chair and stared at you dumbfounded, making the woman roaring with laughter. "What got this started?"

"I don't know, I just thought that it would be fun. Some couples dress up just to impress their partner or they just do it for fun." You explained as Donnie shook his head, then turned back to his monitors.

"You are something else, dove. You are definitely lighting up my world." Your heart soared at his sentence as you stood from the coach and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Are we still watching movies at your apartment?"

"Yes," You smiled as your excitement grew. "I can't wait!"

The day is the movie night and you have everything prepared in the living room. Unbeknownst to you, Donnie has arrived and snuck into your bedroom window. Even though it started as a joke but, giving it more thought, the purple clad turtle decides that he wants to spice things up a bit in the bedroom. He may have a lot of ideas in that brain of his, but that doesn't mean he has the confidence to actually initiate. If this goes well, hopefully he will have more confidence to do more things.

Hoping that his ninja skills are working in his favor, he stripped out of his normal clothes, and into the red pants with a leather belt and black suspenders. With that, he placed the original Santa hat and looked at himself in the full body mirror that's in your room.

He won't deny that the red looked good on him.

The red pants clutched onto his thighs, making it skin tight. The waistband of his pants were hanging low enough to show the v-line he was carrying. He never knew that he has so many attractive qualities and he can't help but to be flustered knowing that he will be doing it for his beloved.

"Okay, Donnie, you are not backing out of this. You've gotten this far, finish it. Think of it as another experiment." He spoke to himself as he continued to look at himself one more time before he took off his signature purple bandana and set it to the side.

Should he practice some flirtatious lines?

What should he say?

Oh, good grief, he's already overthinking the process.

Oh, well, worth a shot.

Taking a shaky, dragged breath he sat down at the foot of the bed and stared at himself in the mirror. The poor guy was already breaking a sweat from nerves alone. "Okay, okay," he hummed as he swallowed his saliva and wiped the sweat from his palms. "Santa Claus is cumming to town, darling."

He wants to bury himself in the blankets and never come out. Why was he doing this again? And why in the world was he doing the pickup lines anyways? He may or may not have done research on how to "spice things up" in the bedroom while you left the lair that night. Donnie never did this sort of thing; reading novels and watching pornographic material was usually his go-to for research, but he stopped watching it because you two are in a relationship. He just thought that watching something like that was useless when he could just have his way with you.

He's a hopeless romantic after all.

Shaking off those thoughts, he sighs and continues with the cheesy innuendos. "I wanna eat your milk and cookies."

He can't help but laugh at the sentence. This was the last time he's getting help from Mikey, he should have known that his younger brother would spill out terrible remarks. But since the genius has a sweet tooth, it makes total sense. Cookies don't sound all that bad, especially the cookie he's gonna eat later.

He could feel his mouth watering just thinking of it.

The rustle from the hallway was heard and Donnie started to panic. Oh, no, he can't turn back now. He has everything planned, he just needs the courage to act on it. He has done this before; taking charge and having you moaning in ecstasy, the way you took grasp of his shoulders as he went deeper inside of you. Your wails and high pitch screams would echo throughout the bedroom walls. He remembered his first time all too well.

How can he forget that moment?

It was wonderful. Everything was at their own pace, letting their bodies take hold of each other and take their time. Poor Donnie couldn't act on the things he wanted, so you end up taking charge. When the act starts, however, it was like something snapped in him and he quickly took charge. Your expression was the kind he expected: surprised, yet excited. He didn't want to hurt you but he just lost himself, your screams crescendoed as his thrusts picked up speed. He could have sworn you gripped him tighter with your hot femininity. Clutching and sucking him in like a vice.

Donnie quickly shook off his thoughts once again and he almost groaned when he felt his hard on pressed against his pants. He needs to take these off pronto. Or else the pain will be unbearable.

"Donnie? Is that you?" You called out from the hallway. To his surprise, he let out a screech as the door jerked open and - there you stood - with a baseball bat. Ready to knock some heads in case it wasn't your boyfriend that suddenly laughed inside of your apartment.

He smiled sheepishly and waved nervously. "H-Hi, love. I apologize for not warning you, just want to make it a surprise."

It was a surprise indeed, because you just can't stop ogling your man's attire. The leather looks good on him, but it's the pants that brought everything in place. Oh, those pants are doing things to you. They cling to his thighs like it's their life line, and you need those more than anything! Donnie always has good looking thighs; you don't mind riding those things for hours on end.

Good heavens, those pants should be illegal.

They are illegal because those pants are in the way.

Slowly placing the bat down next to the wall you walked towards him, your hips swaying as you did so. The man before you sat still and unmoving when you stood before him, your palms made their way up from his cheeks to his shoulders.

"Well, hello, Santa. What brings you here tonight? Hope I've been good this year." You teased as your fingertips caressed his collarbones, feeling the difference between each other's skin texture and you just wanted to nibble and suckle his neck.

Come on, Donnie, this is your chance! Take charge! Donnie thought as he tried to calm his racing heart. He has done this before, why was he chickening out now?

With the ounce of courage he could muster, he replied, "Why don't you sit on Santa's lap and find out."

Your eyes widened, then smirked. Did he just say what you think he said? A fire roared within you, couldn't help but moan at the words.

Donnie let out a ghost of sigh, his heart slowly easing itself. He hasn't failed yet, so that's good. Taking your palms into his hands, he placed a kiss on the inside of them. His hazel eyes pierced through you. Those lips slowly made their way up your arm and towards your neck, little whimpers fell from within your throat as he nibbled the tender skin teasingly.

"Why don't you strip for me, darling?" He smirked as he felt your breath hitched, and could feel your pulse beating rapidly. "Don't keep me waiting, now. I am a busy man."

Oh, he's good.

With that he withdrew from you and had his legs spread, his elbows propped on to his thighs. Those delicious thighs that you want to ride on so desperately. But that has to wait. Right now, he gave you an order.

Slowly and teasingly, you slowly stripped off your shirt then your shorts and panties. Donnie could already smell the arousal from you, the sweet nectar that he could remember tasting so vividly. He licked his lips at the thought.

Tossing your panties aside you almost eagerly sat on one of his thighs, moaning as you moved your hips forward.. You could hear his chuckle as his palm made small circles on your back. "You love my thighs that much, dove?" You nodded with a whimper as the fabric from his pants rubbed your flower in all the right ways, making you mewl out. "You look so beautiful, honey. Riding my thigh like your life depends on it.

"You wanna cum so badly, don't you, love? Just the thought of my cock so deep inside you, the only thing that will be on your mind is me and all the ways I'm going to do to you." He says as his palms took hold of your hips and raised his thigh.

The wail that came from your mouth should be his undoing; you gripped his shoulders as you continued to ride his thigh and his palms slowly trailed towards your breasts, teasing and pulling at the nipples. The way you rocked your hips has more purpose now, he can tell you're getting close to your release.

"Come on, dove, cum for me."

You didn't have to be told twice as your release took hold of you like a tidal wave, screams of pleasure rolled from your lips and soon were devoured when Donnie placed his on yours. Tongues clashing, moans echoed throughout the bedroom walls, the both of you never wanted this to end. With a gasp Donnie wrapped his bandana around your eyes, then was hoisted up and faced forward. Your legs were spread and soon trembled when you felt his fingertip teasing your flower, toes curling at the sensitive sensation.

"This is quite the view I have. I always wanted to take you in front of a mirror. Why don't we try it out, hm?" With that he slowly eased his finger inside and you gripped his thighs for support. Mouth open and head back, you tried to grind on his finger but couldn't. He has you held down with his arm. "You're not going anywhere, dove. You've done this to me, so now, we're going to finish it."

You couldn't stop the cries of pleasure even if you wanted to. His pants all but forgotten, his hands held your legs up high as he brutally abused your insides. The mirror gave you a view you never thought you needed until this very moment. You could see everything. The way his cock exits and enters inside you, the glistening of your essence flows down his cock and makes all kinds of sounds. The bandana all but forgotten along the way of your love making, you could see Donnie's hazel eyes bore so many promises that you know he will give you. His eyes were dark with lust and desire as he aimed for the spot inside of you that has you screaming.

"Donatello, if you stop right now I will ride you myself," you tried to threaten but it was hard when your man was easily manhandling you to whatever he so desires. The turtle couldn't help but chuckle wickedly.

"Love how you're threatening me when you can barely speak." He teased as his thrusts soon became slow and teasing, no longer the fast and hard pace like before. "Is this better?"

Growls of frustration escaped from your throat as you tried to move your hips, he even avoided that spot inside of you. When he wasn't letting up, you whimpered.

"What is it, dove? You're not upset, are you?"

Oh, if he didn't have a good grip on you you can ride this man until he's the one that's seeing stars.

"Don't you freaking tease me, you butthole. Remember, what comes around, goes around. I will tease you until you are the one that's begging for more."

"Ooh, how frightening," Donnie teased once again as he nipped your earlobe. "I love it when you get feisty like this. Begging and pleading for me to give you more."

With that, he slammed you down onto his cock and you screamed out in pleasure once again.

"The turkey isn't the only thing that's getting stuffed, dove. You better prepare yourself because I am showing no mercy."

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[sol-is-the-reason]

Hey!! I'm back! And writing requests again!! You can request from the given promts with the given animes!!

A few do's and don'ts :-

• Reader will always be dom/top.

• Requests can be of all genders. (ex. M/n X fem! chara or trans! Reader x male/fem chart etc.)

• Power bottom characters are accepted.

• No incest, S/a, S/h etc.

• Kinks are accepted but I won't do any that make me uncomfortable. (ex- watersports etc)

• I may not do certain characters.

• If asking for nsfw all characters will be aged up to 18+

Animes:

Bungou Stray Dogs

Naruto

Blue lock

Kakegurui

Attack on titan

Buddy Daddies

Jujutsu kaisen

Spyxfamily

Assassination classroom

Classroom of the elite

Noragami

Black butler

Yarichin b club

Sk8 the infinity

The disastrous life of Saiki k

The case study of vanitas

Moriarty the patriot

Tokyo revengers

That time I got reincarnated as a slime

Demon Slayer

Darling in the franxx

My hero academia

Death note

The promised Neverland

Tokyo Ghoul

Deranged Detective

Yuuri!!! On Ice

-May add more later-

Danmei:

Heaven Official's Blessing/ Tian Guan Ci Fu

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/ Modao Zushi

The Scum Villians Self-Saving System/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong 

The Husky and his White Cat Shizun/ Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun 

Thousand Autumns/ Qian Qiu

Prompts:

1. "Let me do it...."

2. "Your hair is so soft"

3. "Come on, I know you can take it. You've done it before."

4. "You should put that mouth to better use"

5. "Hilarious, now why don't I go bear the consequences of your actions"

6. "Are you being stupid, dense or just plain annoying?"

7. "That's a reward, you though are in for a punishment."

8. "Open your eyes, yeah that's it. Keep looking at me."

9. "I'd never thought I would hear you say that. Fuck! That's hot- Say it again."

10. "It's amusing, to see you think you have any control over this situation."

11. "I would kiss away all your scars if you'd allow me"

12. " I won't do it.. No! I won't... Ok- ugh fine! Just stop with the damn puppy eyes."

13. " Right princess~?? Oww- fuck- now that was just rude."

14. "Your still horny? Didn't I fuck you enough last night??"

15. "I can stare at you forever.." "-///_///- creep"

16. "Am I past repair....? "

17. "Character death? Angst? Slow burn? But still a happy ending? Sign me up!"

18. "I have to take the credit for this!'' " I think you mean blame"

19. "Star-crossed lovers? what bullshit" "I wish I could take it back"

20. "That's what I am here for. To annoy you till the end of your tiny life! Look it's the same as your height!^v^"

*Other prompts are accepted*

[mid0khan]

Dreamling Week 2024, day 2

We are back with another fic for day 2! Thanks again @mr-sadman for the promt, I had a lot of fun with this one.

This one contain Major Spoilers for the comics! Read at your own risk, the fic is under the cut.

Prompt: Flowers

Title: Farewell, my lovely

Summary: Hob woke up with tears streaming down his face. He had dreamed of a wake. Morpheus’ wake. (2,046 words, TW Major character death, Grief/Mourning)

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Hob woke up with tears streaming down his face.

He had dreamed of a wake. Morpheus’ wake.

He let out a nervous laugh. What a weird dream! …It had only been a dream, nothing more, right?

Right?

He reached for the necklace Morpheus had given him the day of their first kiss, a small garnet set on a golden chain, always cold like his lover’s skin, and buzzing with a tiny fragment of Dream’s power, so Hob could contact him whenever he wanted to. Morpheus would answer, and Hob would feel stupid for being scared by a simple nightmare, and they would both laugh about it later. Or more likely, Hob would laugh, and Dream would smile the way he always did when he was amused by his lover’s antics.

The stone was warm against his skin; it rested lifeless in his palm, devoid of the cosmic energy it usually shone with.

“Morpheus?” Hob called, trying his best not to panic. “Morpheus, love, are you there?”

The jewel stayed silent in his hand.

“Baby, darling, please answer. I need you to answer. Please, Morpheus, that’s not funny, say something. Love please say something. You can’t do that to me, please, I beg you, please, talk to me. Morpheus? MORPHEUS???”

Hob called and begged, increasingly desperate for an answer. None came. The garnet was nothing more than an ordinary stone.

An agonized sob tore itself up Hob’s throat. He curled up into himself, hugging the necklace against his chest as he cried. The dream had been real. Morpheus was dead. He was gone forever.

Hob knew that Morpheus had been unhappy for a long time, even before they met. He had seemed happier after they became lovers, but he had still not been okay. And it had been fine, Hob knew there was a lot of healing to do and it would take time.

He thought they had eternity ahead of them.

Did Morpheus fight to survive? Or did he give up, and go willingly?

Selfishly, Hob hoped his love had done everything in his power to live. To come back to him.

But more than anything he hoped Morpheus had not suffered. He hoped he had not spent his last moments alone, scared and hurt.

Through the grief, Hob felt anger growing. Anger at whoever caused Morpheus’ death. Anger that he wasn’t even given the chance to say goodbye. Anger at Destiny and Desire, who didn’t even try to look like they cared as they said their brother’s eulogy. Anger at Despair, for saying everyone would forget him eventually.

Hob forced himself to breath calmly despite the sobs. He had worked hard for decades to learn to control his anger. He wouldn’t let it win now. He was stronger than that.

He promised himself that he would prove her wrong. He might forget the exact sound of Morpheus’ voice, or the precise colour of his eyes. His memories of his smiles, his mannerisms, his smell may fade with time. Maybe one day he won’t even remember what pet names they used for each other, or how it felt to hold him in his arms. But he would never forget him ever.

When the sobs subsided enough that Hob didn’t feel like his whole chest was trying to climb up his throat, he forced himself to get out of bed. He refused to let himself fall to pieces like he had in the 1600s. He would keep living, and he would find joy again. And at the end of everything, when the universe will have collapsed and he’ll have no choice but to die, he’ll have a lot of stories to tell his beloved.

He stood and got dressed in a daze, feeling like he was watching his body move from afar. He crossed his flat aimlessly, trying to find something to do, anything to take his mind off the grief; he froze in his living room: on one of his bookshelves, there was a picture of Morpheus and him from when the Endless had agreed to accompany him at a work event. Hob was wearing a brown suit, grinning widely and waving at the camera, his free hand clasping his lover’s. Morpheus, gorgeous in a black that shone like the night sky, was looking at him, his face soft with a mix of fond amusement and adoration. It had only been two weeks earlier.

He broke down crying again.

When Hob managed to regain his composure, he pushed himself out of his flat. He remembered one of his ancient students had opened a flower shot not too far from the New Inn, and he decided to go there.

“Hello Anthony,” Hob called as he entered the shop, announced by the light jingling of a bell. The young man emerged between two rows of flowers.

“Professor Godl- oh my god are you okay?”

Hob tried to give a reassuring smile, but it felt more like a grimace. It probably looked like it too if Anthony’s worried expression was anything to go by.

“My partner…” His voice broke and Hob had to take a deep breath. “My partner died.” He fought the tears that threatened to spill again. “I would like a bouquet? Please.”

The florist gently pulled him in the staff room and sat him at a small table, pushing a cup of tea in his hands. He must have really looked terrible, Hob thought.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Anthony whispered. “Do you have something in mind for the bouquet?”

“I don’t know… I want it to mean something. He really liked symbolism, you know. But I’ve never really gotten into flower language…”

“It’s okay, it’s my job to use it.” Anthony grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. “Just tell me what you want to say and I’ll make it.”

Hob thought for a moment.

“I want to tell him I love him. As my partner, but as my friend, too. And I always will. I want him to know I’ll miss him, but the most important is that I will never forget him. And there need to be poppies,” he added after a pause. “Those flowers meant a lot to him.”

“Okay, I can do that.” The florist finished writing everything down before looking at Hob again. “Today is very calm so I can do your bouquet now; it will take some time though. Do you want to stay here while I make it?”

“No, I think I’ll go walk for a bit. Clear my mind, all of that.”

“Are you sure?” Anthony asked hesitantly. Hob shrugged.

“Yes, don’t worry about me.”

“…Okay,” the young man accepted reluctantly. “Just give me a phone number so I can call you when the flowers are ready.”

Hob obliged before leaving the shop. He stood in front of it for a time, wondering where he might go. He thought about going to the New Inn, but quickly changed his mind. Too soon, too many memories tied to the place. He went in the opposite direction and let his feet guide him aimlessly.

He walked without a destination for what felt like hours, just happy to let the fresh air empty his thoughts. He still caught worried looks from a handful of passers-by, but at least he didn’t feel so bad anymore. He knew it was only a question of time before the pain came back. For now, he just felt numb; it was a relief, in a way.

He was forced out of his altered state of mind by Anthony’s call. He had only been gone an hour, which was enough to walk very far as it turned out. He took the tube going back to the shop, not wanting to make the florist wait for too long.

He was greeted with a gorgeous flower arrangement: there were shades of crimson and scarlet, with roses and poppies and something else he wasn’t really sure of the name, surrounded by deep green leaves and cushioned on a cloud of flowers in soft whites and pastel blues.

“It’s beautiful,” Hob whispered. “What are those flowers?” he asked, pointing to the red ones he didn’t know.

“Red carnation. The mean true, romantic love. You probably recognized the roses, they mean grief, and the poppies of course, they mean remembrance and peaceful rest.” Anthony designed blue and white flowers. “Those are hydrangeas, they mean devotion. The big white ones are chrysanthemums, for deep friendship, and the tiny blue ones are forget-me-nots, the name is self-explanatory really. Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s perfect.” Hob caressed the blossoms with reverence.

He paid for the bouquet and walked to the door, but he stopped before opening it. Next to it was a display of orchids. He couldn’t take his eyes off a black one, right in the middle.

“Anthony? What do orchids mean?”

“They can have different meanings; they often symbolize charm, thoughtfulness and beauty. They can also mean: I will always love you.”

“How much for the black one?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. See it as a thank you for the great time I had in your class.”

Hob thanked him profusely and left with the orchid.

He walked to what remained of the White Horse; climbing the fence without damaging the flowers proved harder than expected, but he managed. He left the orchid next to the door and entered, the bouquet cradled in his arms.

It was dark inside the old alehouse. A few chairs and tables remained, abandoned there when the place had closed down. The main room reeked of mould, and thick dust bunnies covered every surface. A deep feeling of melancholia filled Hob, but he didn’t let himself linger on it. He rummaged behind the old bar for a few minutes before finding a forgotten glass. He used it as a vase for the flowers, which he put on a table that didn’t look too damaged.

“I know it’s not ideal, but it was the best I could think of,” he whispered in the silent tavern. “You don’t have a grave, so it will have to do anyway. Do you like the bouquet?” He paused, taking a fortifying breath. “I needed to say goodbye. In my own way. Your wake was crowded, which was fine, it was nice to see so many people caring for you. But it felt a bit too much… public, you know? I want some private time to speak to you. So I can try to move on.” His voice broke and he had to look away from the flowers to keep the tears from spilling. “I just wanted to say that I hope you’re okay, wherever you are now. I miss you, yes, already, but don’t worry, I’ll be fine eventually, you know me, always going forward,” he spat with a joyless laugh. “What I need you to know is, I don’t care what you siblings said. I will not forget you, ever. Even if I move on, even if millennia go by, I’ll always remember you. Because I love you.” He had to stop, sobs forcing their way out of his chest. He fell on his knees, hugging himself tight as he wept until his throat was sore. When finally the cries subsided, he stood, exhausted and numb. He caressed the flowers a last time. “Farewell, my lovely.”

He picked the orchid up and fled the ruins of the White Horse.

Hob walked home in a dissociated state. He suddenly found himself in front of his flat’s door with no memory of his way back.

It was still early in the day, but he felt too tired to try and do anything, so he decided to go back to bed. He didn’t think he would sleep, but he didn’t have the strength to stay up. He went to his bedroom and placed the black orchid on his bedside table. On a whim, he went back and grabbed the picture of Morpheus and him in his living room, putting it next to the flower. He lay down on his side, turned toward the picture, staring at his lover’s smile made blurry by unshed tears.

He fell asleep with his fingers tracing the contours of Morpheus’ face, and dreamed of a beach.

[starchild--27]

Starry Night

promt: stargazing, sleepy kisses, first loves with junmyeon

word count: about 2k

a/n: please excuse this lame-o title xD thank you, dear Starry @cxsmicmyeon, for the promts~ i had the best time writing this little thinggy for you ^^ as always, i am my own beta reader and english isn't my first language, so bare with me and the mistakes you may or may not find xD

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“You’ve got your sleeping bag and extra blankets?”

“Yes.”

“The sleeping mat?”

“Yup.”

“Have you packed enough food and water?”

“Yes, Mom, I double checked everything. I’m good to go, really, no need to be worried.”

It was very sweet of your Mom to look out for you like that, so you suppressed rolling your eyes at her nagging. Besides, she kind of had a point (- of course she had, moms always do), knowing your tendency to forgetfulness all too well. But it wasn’t like you would be all alone on this little camping trip. Nope, Junmyeon would be there. Charming, dutiful and organized Junmyeon, who would certainly have thought of everything the two of you might need on your four-day-vacation. The mere thought of him painted a little smile on your face.

And apparently, it could also summon the man, you thought to yourself at hearing the sounds of an approaching car. When it came to halt in front of your house, you pulled your mother in one final goodbye-embrace. She swayed a little from left to right as she held you tightly and gave you a soft peck on your cheek, which made it really hard for you to be annoyed when you heard her whisper next to your ear.

“Do you have a tent?”

“Junmyeon brings the tent, Mom. It’s gonna be fine, please, let me go? He’s waiting outside already.”

“Okay, darling,” your Mom said, giving you a final squeeze before she gave you space to grab your coat and oversized backpack.

“Does he want to come in for a moment? You two could stay for a cup of coffee or tea?”    

You snickered at how chipper your Mom suddenly sounded at the mention of Junmyeon. She really adored him and how he was always polite and always on time and always respectful and reliable. He was the best boyfriend a mother could want for her child. And also the perfect son-in-law - you were quite aware of that yourself and suspected your Mom had already dreamt of a perfect wedding.

But that wedding would definitely stay a dream for some more time. Junmyeon and you were only together for a few months now - far, far away from any wedding plans - and he was your first serious boyfriend. Your first, great, world-shaking love and all you wanted was to take your time to experience all of its beauty fully and as naturally as it came. You felt no pressure to rush any steps, only the security that Junmyeon thought the same way about your relationship and the fact that he considered your bond equally precious as you did, multiplied the butterflies in your stomach by a thousand.

“I don’t think we have time, we need to be at the camping site no later than 5,” you explained, giving your Mom a last quick peck on the cheek before opening the front door. Junmyeon had gotten out of his car already and was rummaging through the trunk to make a little more space for your things.

“Have fun, sweetheart,” your Mom smiled and gave a wave to Junmyeon who had emerged as soon as he heard your mother’s voice.

“I will,” you smiled back at her, “Bye, Mom, see you in a few days.”

“Bye-bye”, she squeezed your hand, then you went to finally greet your boyfriend with a soft kiss. 

“Hey,” he said and instantly took your hand in his with the warmest smile.

“Hi,” you responded a little shyly, feeling all kinds of bubbly at his lovely action and the sound of his sweet, gentle voice.

“Your mom seems quite happy you are leaving for a few days, huh?” he teased as he took the huge backpack from you. 

You snorted. “Mh right, if you want I can drive alone and you’ll stay here with her. I’m sure she’d be delighted to have you around,” you joined in on his joke and watched him loading your backpack in the trunk with swift movements.

“Yeah, she would, I’m charming like that. But I’d be much more delighted to have you around, so no last minute changes to the plan.”

His words made you blush a little. How dare he make your heart all soft and mushy like that, your inner voice squealed while you made your way to the passenger seat. 

“Have fun you two!” your Mom shouted one last time before she went back into the house, to which Junmyeon replied with one of his nicest smiles and a happy “Thank you, we will!”

Your heart fluttered even more seeing him being just as excited about this trip of yours as you were and by the time Junmyeon had taken his place in the driver’s seat, starting the engine, you were grinning like the happiest person on the planet. And who knows, maybe in that moment, you were.

The drive itself was calm, filled with nice music and easy-flowing talks, and even setting up the tent once you had arrived, worked out perfectly - well, at least after one of the camping site’s staff offered a helping hand. But it was fun, and filling the interior with mats and blankets and all kinds of different pillows felt a lot like building a cozy blanket fort. 

You were surprised by how soon the sun was setting though, getting the tent to take shape must have taken longer than you had thought. There were a couple of trees that casted long shadows over the otherwise quite empty site. It had been a smart idea to plan the trip a few weeks before the actual summer break, so that there were no families crowding the place. And the two of you had picked a spot a bit more secluded from the few other campers anyway.

You actually had pretty much forgotten that there must be others around somewhere and didn’t bother thinking more about them as Junmyeon hurried towards you to show you the pictures he took of the stunning sunset. He handed you his phone so you could thumb through his camera roll to pick your favorites as he put his arms around you to hug you from the side, finally pressing a kiss against your temple.

“You hungry?” he mumbled, his lips still grazing your skin. You nodded as an answer, still immersed in the high quality pictures Junmyeon’s phone could make and the fact your high quality boyfriend was hugging you with seemingly no intention to let you go again. No that you wanted that. If you had it your way, Junmyeon would never stop hugging you ever. 

“Good, because I���m starving,” he chuckled, “What do you think about a dinner-picnic?” You loved the idea. But you hated the fact that it made Junmyeon let go of you after all. A little sulky about the prompt end of your hug, you quickly sent the pictures you’ve selected from Junmyeon’s phone to your own before joining him in setting up the picnic while the light was fading more and more. 

When the two of you finally sat down on the picnic blanket, munching happily on the dishes both of you had prepared, you caught a glint in Junmyeon’s eyes that told you he had planned for exactly this. A picnic under the starlit sky - the sole idea had “Junmyeon” written all over it, really, and you wondered how you didn’t realize before.

“Hey, what are you laughing about?” Junmyeon must have noticed the little giggles you let out as you began to see through his little plan.

“Nothing, just… I was just thinking about how a picnic under the stars just has to be the most you-thing ever.”

You suspected that comment made him blush, you couldn’t really see in the growing dark, but the way he didn’t answer you for a little moment spoke for itself. 

“Is it… umm… do you like the idea?”

You couldn’t tell if he was stammering out of embarrassment or because he was actually insecure if you’d be into something romantic like that. Whatever it was, it had to be fixed with a kiss, you decided and quickly huddled up against him.

“I love it, Junmyeon,” you said quietly, “I love you.” And gently, you cupped his face, pulling him closer for your lips to meet. You could feel how he was smiling against your kiss, how he shortly pulled back to tell you he loved you too, how he caught your lips again. The romance of it all made you feel like floating, swimming in emotion, wrapped in nothing but comfort and love. 

Soon enough the dark of the night had engulfed you fully, the dishes put aside so you could lie down and get comfortable. Your head was resting on Junmeon’s shoulder while his arm was wrapped around you, his fingertips grazing along your arm in slow movements. 

“Can you recognize any constellations?” Junmyeon almost whispered into the quiet night and you nodded in reply. 

“The basic one’s. Here’s Cassiopeia… and there’s the Big Dipper… and that’s Orion.”

You lifted your arm and pointed towards the sky, moving your finger along with your explanations.

“Right next to Orion is Taurus, look!” Junmyeon added and pointed upwards as well. “And I’m pretty sure that’s Leo right there, but no guarantees,” he laughed. 

“I wouldn’t know, I’m always getting lost in all the stars up there, I’m already happy I can spot three constellations in this mess,” you chuckled along, taking the night sky in once again.

In comfortable silence, you looked at the twinkling lights a little longer. It was mesmerizing and beautiful and overwhelming. You couldn’t remember when you saw the sky like this for the last time, without light pollution or clouds blocking the view, and you wanted to remember this for a very, very long time. How the sky seemed to be expanding only, how bright the starlight shone upon your face, how good it felt to feel Junmyeon just breathing next to you, sharing the warmth of your bodies in the cool night air. 

It was unfair how quickly you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, how often you caught yourself already halfway headed into a dream. Junmyeon sighed and like a stubborn child you clung to his side. You didn’t want him to get up, you didn’t want this to be over already. But then he mumbled your name, his voice a bit hoarse from not using it for a while, and one by one you started to pay attention to your aching limbs, to how cold it had become and with a little whine you loosened your grip on him, allowing him to sit up as you did the same. 

“Maybe we should get in the tent,” he spoke the words that were hanging between the two of you. You agreed with a simple humm, clearly hating the necessary change of location.

“Don’t pout, we can do this again tomorrow, you know?” Junmyeon said softly, stroking your cheek before giving a little peck to your pouty bottom lip. 

“I guess we can,” you sighed, a little more dramatic than you actually felt, making Junmyeon laugh brightly. Man, he really outshone all these stars up there when he was happy like that, you thought to yourself. 

This thought gave you a last burst of energy, which you and Junmyeon used to quickly clean up your picnic space and get changed into warm pajamas before you let yourself sink into the pillow paradise you had built earlier that day. Or yesterday. You had lost track of time completely and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, knowing that it didn’t matter at all. Not for the next couple of days. Not with Junmyeon laying down next to you, looking so very kissable as he was about to turn off the last flashlight. 

“Good night kiss?” you asked, the tiredness from before coming back at you all at once.

Without hesitation, Junmyeon leaned down to you and moved his lips lazily against yours for the last time before your mind drifted off into much needed slumber.

“Sleep well, baby” were the last words you heard before you sank into pleasant dreams.

[cyborg-franky]

hii 👉👈 can I request love promt 8 with law pls? thank u sm!!! <3

YES you may darling!

Law x GN Reader SFW Prompt: An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's Word count: 245

You had no idea how it had happened, one second you and Law were laughing about something you’d seen Shachi doing, the way his eyes closed as he threw back his head and laughed, such a wonderful sound. Hearing the warm mirth from the normally serious captain had made you fall even harder.

When he’d managed to reel back his amusement, a light chuckle to a small smile, not a smirk but a little smile on his lips you couldn’t help yourself. You’d leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, softer than you’d ever imagined.

His grey eyes had opened wide in confusion, your own matching his as the gravity of the situation settled over you both. “S-sorry c-captain!” You flushed, desperately trying to read his expression, you were going to be in so much trouble..

But the harsh words never came, the frown that was inevitable, didn’t ruin the beautiful look of confusion on Law’s handsome face. You didn’t like the silence that came with the pause, the blinking at one another.

The thing that shocked you the most was his hand in your hair, tangling into your locks as he pulled you close once more, lips crashing together, your hand trembled as it came to gently rest on his shoulder, the kiss deepening.

When you parted you felt him rest his forehead on yours, no words once more, but that soft smile still on his lips said more than words ever could.

[nazyalenskyism]

Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans

Summary: A Zoyalai fic based on the prompt: “Some angst and comfort. Some reunion after a very, very long time.”  send me a promt and i’ll write you a blurb

           “Do you see her?” Genya called out, scanning the waves of people disembarking the ships on her tiptoes. It had been months since Zoya had been stationed in the Wandering Isle, a position she had specifically asked him for before the war had ended as they walked through the streets of Ketterdam. Despite Genya’s insistence that Zoya not leave, the two of them had known that it was a necessity. They were too close to crossing a line that they couldn’t afford to, and they had silently agreed that distance was the only way to remedy the problem. Nikolai had known that leading the country into a peaceful era was going to be taxing, but he hadn’t imagined how difficult it was going to be without Zoya at his side. He had come to rely on her, not only for matters of the state, but for matters of the mind too, and ever since she’d left all those months ago, he’d only felt the discontent in his heart grow. He thought he could temper his want for Zoya if she wasn’t constantly at his side, but he’d come to learn that there was a reason for the famous saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’, being so popular. Nikolai could hear his general’s voice in his ear, could picture the roll of her eyes at the confession, how she would threaten to call Tolya into the room so that the two could lament over forlorn poetry while she got drunk with Tamar, Genya and Nadia. Saints, he missed her.

            “It’s dropped anchor late,” Nikolai called back, slipping his timepiece back into his pocket, brushing his fingers against the cool velvet ribbon before turning to Genya. “And besides, it’ll take them a bit to disembark and--”

          “Nikolai,” Genya gasped in response to a sudden commotion at the gangplank. Nikolai’s head snapped up spotting the daub of blue silk descending down the plank, supported on either side by First Army soldiers. Zoya.           “Move,” Genya yelled, elbowing her way through the crowd, Nikolai hot on her heels. If the sickly pallor of her face and droopy lids of her eyes weren’t alarming enough, the way that she crumpled into his arms was and matted blood in her hair were. 

          “Commander Nazyalensky? Zoya?”           A low, unintelligible groan sounded from her lips and Nikolai’s heart dropped. What had happened to her? At Genya’s command, he laid Zoya out on the ground, letting Tamar assess her condition. Tamar’s hands hovered over Zoya’s form, and after a long moment, the Heartrender spoke. “She should be fine, but we need to get her back to the Dacha, we need more healers.”

          Genya grasped at Tamar as Nikolai carefully lifted his general into his arms, “is it that bad?”           “She’s lost a lot of blood, it’s a messy and difficult process that I don’t want to try in the back of the carriage. She should be okay.” 

          “She has to be fine. I can’t lose her too.” Tamar squeezed the other girl’s shoulder at the words before hopping into the driver’s seat with Tolya, briefing him on the situation while the others settled into the coach.           “Come on, Nazyalensky. Hold on a little while longer,” Nikolai whispered as they tore down the road, Zoya’s unconscious form limp in his arms, Genya’s shaking fingers curled into the blue silk of her kefta, as if she could force Zoya to stay with them.

          The next few hours were a blur in his mind. As soon as the carriage stopped, the Tolya offered to take Zoya in his arms but Nikolai refused to leave, carrying her to his chambers. For once his head was clear of anything but the situation at hand. They’d lost so much, they couldn’t afford to lose Zoya. He couldn’t bear to lose Zoya.           He stood by the window as the healers got to work on his general, applying their training in the small science to replenish her blood and heal her wounds. Nikolai knew that the Corporalki were more than capable, but he knew as well as anyone the potential for things to go wrong, no matter how good the odds were. 

          Nikolai was brought a basin of water to wash off with, a stack of urgent letters, and the reports from the crew of the ship and their account of the events that had left Zoya in this state. Once he’d read the reports, he sent the letters away, nothing was more urgent than this.           After what seemed like an eternity, Tolya sent the healers away, stating that he and Tamar could finish the job themselves, but he knew the reason they did this. It was because Zoya would’ve hated to appear vulnerable before this many people, she would probably admonish them all after she woke up for having the audacity to view her in her injured state, despite being her closest friends. It was when they were alone, Genya in one corner of the room, Nikolai in the other, with the twins standing over Zoya when the silence was broken once more.           “You’re not allowed to let her leave again.”           He scrubbed a hand over his face before turning to Genya, “even if I tried, do you think she would listen? Zoya Nazyalensky takes orders from no one, we all know that.”           “Don’t let her look for reasons to leave. Give her a reason to stay. ” Before Nikolai could fully process the meaning behind her words, a low groan caught their attention. “Nikolai?”           I’m here, he wanted to say, but for the first time in his life, apprehension held him back.           “Where’s Nikolai,” she mumbled again, writhing enough to disrupt the twins’ work. He was at her side in an instant, sinking onto the mattress and taking her reaching hand in his.           “I’m here,” he whispered, brushing her hair back from face, watching the crease in her brow ease as she unconsciously leaned into his touch. Her movements stopped, her body relaxing back into sleep, and Nikolai felt his heart tighten at the way she curled into him.           He felt stares from their friends, but no one said anything aside from Zoya’s occasional calls from him whenever he stepped back to let the twins continue their work. Every time she called, he was there, brushing back her hair, holding her hand between his, murmuring words of encouragement he knew she wouldn’t hear or remember. Around twilight, Nikolai realized that his friends had left them, the quiet of the room felt suffocating now that they were alone. It felt wrong that she was the one injured and asleep while he watched over her, for months their positions had been reversed, and while he hadn’t missed being chained to his bed every night he had missed the time it had given him with her. She had been the first thing he saw in the morning, the last thing he saw at night for months, and he hadn’t realized just how much he missed what that particular practice of theirs had given him.           He slowly pulled his hand from hers, easing into a chair at her bedside. “I’m sorry I let you go,” he whispered, closing his eyes for a moment before he heard her voice.

          “Nikolai?”           “I’m here,” he replied, helping her into a sitting position, and filling up a glass of water for her before settling down himself.           “You’re really here?”           “I know it’s hard to believe, as handsome as I am, I’m not a dream.” He smiled at her irritated exhale, “long time no see, Nazyalensky. You’re looking as darling as ever.”

          “You look worse. Much worse than I remember.”

          “I know I must be devilishly handsome in your fantasies, but a day spent tirelessly at your bedside may have me looking a little worse for wear, I’ll admit.”           “Where are we?” Her dark lashes fluttered against her golden cheeks, voice hoarse but the colour seemed to have returned to her face.  

          “Udova. The twins said that you needed more Corporalki to help stabilize you. You lost a lot of blood.”

          “This is your ancestral estate?”

          “Given how my father is Fjerdan, I don’t think it’s technically mine.” 

          “You used to come here as a child?” faint amusement lit her eyes, “baby Nikolai reigning terror on everyone, or holed away in the library, reading books until you couldn’t see straight?”           “Both.” 

          “Of course, I would expect nothing less.” A lingering silence followed her words, neither sure of exactly how to proceed.           “How are you feel--”

          “You look tired,” her hand reached out, and before he could react, she was cupping his face softly, thumb gently stroking along his cheek. “Have you been sleeping?”           “Yes.”

          Her stern gaze met his eyes, “your lies don’t work on me.”

          “First you’re immune to my charm, and now my lies. Keep this up and you’ll put me out of business, Nazyalensky.”

          Zoya’s hand dropped suddenly, her whole body recoiling at his words, leaving him to shudder from the absence of her warmth. Was she so horrified at the mere idea of being charmed by him? Nikolai sank back into his chair, unsure of how to proceed. Zoya sat staring down stubbornly at her intertwined fingers, and he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed answers. “What happened out there? You almost died Zoya.”

          “I was protecting the crew.”

          “You were unnecessarily throwing yourself in harm's way and you know it. I got the report from the Captain, he said that they would’ve made it safely to port without your heroics.”

          “I had no choice! It was either me or them.”           Nikolai laughed humorlessly, running a frustrated hand through his hair, an action he had repeated countless times today. “That’s not true and you know it. Four years as Commander of the Second Army, of working with me and you couldn’t come up with an alternative? Do you get joy out of nearly getting yourself killed?”

          “No,” she hissed. “You would’ve done the exact same thing without a moment of hesitation, don’t act like you wouldn't have.”

          “It doesn’t matter what I would’ve done. What matters is that you shouldn't have done it in the first place.”

          “I’m a single soldier, I’m expendable. The intel we gathered, my unit, the crew, they weren’t. It was an easy choice, one I’d make again.”

          “For Saints sake, you’re not expendable Zoya!” he burst out. Why was she so convinced that she was? 

          “I was there to lead them--to protect them. If you’re worried about being down a general, you know there are more than capable replacements for me, Nikolai. ”

          “You’re not replaceable! I don’t need anyone else. I need you, Zoya!” The words were breathless, and once they were out he couldn’t reel them back in.

          His words hung in the air before she began to nod slowly, as if she had been expecting the outburst, “as your general.” It wasn’t a question, but it was. 

          “Yes, but it’s more than that.” Why was he having such difficulty saying it? How did he explain the all encompassing nature of his feelings to Zoya? Brave and beautiful Zoya, with her eyes hesitantly, maybe even hopefully trained on him?           Nikolai wanted  to take her into his arms and explain that ever since they’d been dragged into the Fold by Saints, he had felt a connection to her, that he could taste the ice wine they shared on quiet nights, smell her signature scent of wildflowers on the wind wherever she was near. He wanted to tell her that he felt a connection between them, as palpable as a golden thread binding them together, and wondered if she felt it too. Nikolai desired to tell her that at her departure, he had felt like the thread had been pulled and pulled until he couldn’t breathe, only for it to suddenly snap back like an elastic at the news of her return, an overwhelming sensation of longing overtaking his senses. He wanted to tell her that when he first saw her today, it had felt like someone had pierced his chest with a lance, an agony rivaling only what he’d felt when being impaled by the thornwood that day in the Fold, the same day he’d felt his fate be irreversibly bound to hers. He wanted so much, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward in his chair, uttering words he could never take back.

            “I want you. I want you all the time, Zoya.”

            “You want me, but will you have me? Are you not bound to your duty as king to choose the best person for your country?” To anyone else her face would appear impassive but he knew the way her eyes widened slightly, the way her lips parted, when she was holding her breath, afraid to hope that something was true. She wanted it to be true.

            “If my country and I are one and the same,”  he began, taking her hand in his, “then I shall only give it what it most deserves, and hope I am worthy of it too.”

            “Can you let yourself do that?”           “A king can do as he pleases, can’t he?” She turned away at those words, and Nikolai reached out, cupping her face and bringing her gaze back to him. “I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t stay. I thought we both knew what was right at the time, and it’s clear that we were both wrong.”           “Go on,” she whispered, her shining eyes locked on his.           “I don’t want you to leave again. I want you here, by my side, for as long as time will let me, if that’s what you want.”           “What are you proposing?” Her hand slid up to his and she leaned further into his touch.           “A coquettish courtship, a exuberant engagement, a whirlwind wedding and when all that’s said and done,” he angled his head towards hers, “hopefully many, many years of peaceful and quiet companionship.”           “Sounds perfect,” Zoya breathed, her gaze trained on his lips, “except for one thing.”           Nikolai pulled back, afraid that he’d alarmed her, “what?”           She wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him down towards her, “you expect me to believe that a single moment with you will be quiet.”            “I can think of several ways you can shut me up if I ever get to be too much. I think you’ll find that I am easily--” Zoya crashed her lips against his, and despite the harsh words she always seemed to have readily on hand, he felt her smile against him. For once in his life, Nikolai let himself relax, knowing that the rest of the world would still be there when they were ready to face it, together.

[hauntedwitch04]

firstly, CONGRATS ON 350 FOLLOWERS!

i would like a matchup with an acotar character :D! female or male! i have blonde hair, green eyes and i’m super short at 5’0!

im shy and awkward at first but once u get to know me i can get pretty talkative and clingy! im touch starved, love reading and spending with friends!

i love rainy days or cloudy days, animals, and window shopping! i can be super lazy, i don’t mind doing active things i just don’t have much motivation for it and i also enjoy doing creative things! i’m an introvert too (if that wasn’t clear LOL) but enjoy going out on weekends :D

sorry if this is too much! thanks for readin!

Celebration -  My masterlist I Ask I Join the Taglist I Promts

Author's note: Hi darling, thank you very much <3! From what you write down I ship you with CASSIAN!

I know it may be an odd choice, but in my opinion you would be perfect together.

You are two opposites that attract, in fact two halves that match perfectly.

You have blonde hair and green eyes, while he has dark hair and dark eyes.

At first when you meet someone you seem quite quiet and shy, but as soon as someone gets to know you you are unstoppable.

For Cassian there is no problem talking to a stranger and he immediately appears open and outgoing, although in reality when it's just the two of you he turns out to be a completely different person: insecure and shy.

Only with you does he let all the walls he has built fall down and let you see all the real pain he has inside.

He often teases you about your height, even though it's one of the characteristics he loves most about you.

To him you're like a perfect porcelain doll, which he's afraid to handle, but at the same time he knows that you'd probably be able to knock him out in a second if you wanted to.

You both love physical contact, and when it happens that he goes away on a mission for a long time, then you spend at least a week in each other's arms.

You love spending time with your family, and going out with them on the weekend to hang out in Velaris and have fun.

Cassian isn't a fan of shopping, but he'll do anything for you, so he accompanies you to see and get anything you want, even if it means standing in line for hours.

He loves to hear you read, especially during those rainy days you spend lying in bed inside the house enjoying the atmosphere that comes with a thunderstorm.

The first time you danced together, because yes he asked Mor to teach him how to dance so he could do it with you, was in the rain, and it was just perfect as a moment.

You both love animals immensely, and it is not strange that while you are walking around the city you stop to pet the various animals you encounter.

Some you even take home with you.

Yep, you would be the perfect couple.

Hope you like it!

[friday411]

The Darling Prompts of May Challenge!

Footage of Sherlock was doctored At his "death" Dr Watson got snockered He came back alive But Mary'd arrived Which made the whole wedding quite awkward…

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[yanderes-galore]

Transformers animated starscream with promt 14 and 55

Sure! I struggled with the plot a bit so I asked for help :) This is what I got as a result! You're an Autobot that Starscream is obsessed with and he just so happens to find you dying.

Based off TFA but the plot is not TFA specific.

Yandere! TFA! Starscream Prompts 14 + 55

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

"Now there's always a part of me with you...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Manipulation, Cybertronian/Cybertronian, Angst Ig, Energon transfusions, Delusional Starscream, Forced relationship, Coercion.

It's easy to get someone to listen to you when you put them in a position they're forced to. It doesn't matter the side when you're on the brink of life and death. All that matters is survival.

Starscream is an opportunist.

When an opportunity presents itself that will benefit him in the end, he takes it. When he saw you, the Autobot that's been plaguing his mind, dying in front of him due to a battle with Megatron...

Well he just had to step in, right?

In this situation you had no choice but to take his help. You can't refuse him and you Autobots only ever wish to help anyways, right? So please, let him help you as it's the "Autobot" thing to do.

Starscream and you are enemies, it's clear to anyone by the insignias on your body. You hate him, yet Starscream has always had an interesting relationship towards you. He used to hate you until the thought of you infected his processor like a virus.

Now all he ever wants is you. You're an Autobot yet he holds a fondness towards you that he just can't shake. Somehow you've made him soft. He found such feelings pathetic.

Despite him trying to ignore his feelings towards his enemy... he couldn't help but jump at the opportunity to nurse you back to health.

Perhaps part of him hoped you'd be indebted to him. Although, maybe it was something darker due to what he was doing. What better way to make an Autobot indebted to a Decepticon than giving them what they need in the moment?

In your case... you need Energon.

Starscream just so happens to have some to spare.

He couldn't believe himself when he hooked up the line between you and him. A transfusion... not only are you his enemy but he isn't even a medic. Despite this he makes an effort to save your spark.

Maybe you don't have to be his enemy after this? You may not have a choice but to respect him once you realized he saved you. He could've left you to die.

Deep down he knows he probably couldn't live with himself afterwards.

Part of him felt giddy when he managed to make a decent flow of Energon between you. This was his own little experiment. Plus... it gave him pride to know that his Energon would be flowing within you.

His essence would be the thing that powers you from now on.

In a way, he's claimed you as his...

You can never get rid of his mark unless you bleed yourself out! You'll always have the blood of a Decepticon!

You'll always have the blood of Starscream now, a constant reminder of the fact he came in and saved you after Megatron made an effort to kill you.

His red optics stare at your shaking body. He scans you over and notices your blue optics open to look at him. The look on your face is priceless when you see what he's doing.

"Now there's always a part of me with you...." Starscream taunts, a cocky grin on his face as he sees you struggle to sit up.

"Starscream...!?"

"I bet the shame burns..." Starscream continues, looking back towards the on-going transfusion. "To get help from your enemy? Don't you feel... shameful? Maybe even a little thankful? You're lucky I decided to help...."

"W-Why would you even bother?" You croak out weakly. Starscream gives you a look like he's unsure of how to answer before venting in frustration.

"I have my own reasons! You should be grateful! You could've went offline without my help~!"

"I don't need your help...."

"Oh, please!" Starscream scoffs. "Look how well you did without my help? You nearly died and no one came to help you except me, did they!?"

Starscream leans closer, red optics boring into your own.

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!" Starscream teases in somewhat of a mocking tone. "Think about it, we could work together! We both hate Megatron. We both need to help each other out. Why bother fighting the Con who saved your life?"

"I'd rather die than work with a treacherous Con such as you!"

"Harsh words to use when I'm the one who saved your spark!" Starscream pouts, trailing a claw carefully along the transfusion device. "It's not like you'll have much of a choice after this. You'll always have part of me inside you."

For a moment it looks like he enjoyed saying that.

"You'll never be able to get rid of me, so why don't you give into it? I saved you... you owe me."

"I don't owe a Decepticon scrap!"

"You say that like you're not drinking up my Energon." Starscream grins, grabbing at the tube with a claw. "But if you really don't need me as you say, you won't mind this!"

With a sharp tug Starscream yanks the tube free. Pain overtakes you and you double over. You have enough Energon to live yet everything is woozy. Starscream watches you struggle on the ground to get to your feet before cackling.

"See!? See!? Give up your pride, Autobot. Accept the fact a Decepticon had to help you. Don't you know I'm only trying to CARE for you?"

"You care for no one-"

"Oh... that's not true! I care for you! Why else would I help you?"

Starscream's voice is in more of a taunt than genuine care. It's like he's mocking you and what you stand for. That's expected of him.

"Well, go on then! Walk it off if you don't need me!"

You try to stand but clank helplessly on the ground. This only makes Starscream laugh more before he picks you up. You're quickly forced to lean against him with shame in your eyes.

"Face it... you'll need me in a world such as this. You're all alone... vulnerable to everything." Starscream urges, walking with you pitifully trying to stay up against him.

"I saved you... now you have to do what I say. You owe me and I'm ordering you to stay by me as an ally... I want you to be all mine." Starscream orders lowly, observing the fear in your eyes. His smile is wicked when he sees you so frightened.

"You should know I don't help others for free, my dearest Autobot...."

[sarcastic-bubble]

31 and 23 with Obi-wan

Promts: 23. "I can't believe I haven't tried this sooner." 31. "I can't sleep."

A/N: So much for short. I mean it's short compared to some stuff I've written but I don't think a fic still counts a drabble at 1.6k words. I may have gotten a little carried away...

CW: Smut, like all smut. Oral (femal receiving), blindfolds are involved, penitrative sex.

Masterlist

It was late. The sun had long since set and the warmth of your blankets was pleasant. Yet no matter how hard you tried sleep evaded you. Thoughts of your upcoming assignments ran through your head and anxieties for dangers to come invaded your thoughts. You desperately needed to relax and you were past being able to do it alone. 

You sat up and swung your legs out of bed. Your bare feet brushed against the cold floor before finding the plush slippers you had been blindly searching for. With the slippers on you stood and reached for your brown woollen robe. You pulled it on and held it tight, hiding your scantily clad figure from the world. You normally wouldn't leave your room like this, in just your undergarments and cloak, even this late at night. But you couldn't be bothered to get dressed. Where you were going your clothes wouldn't last long anyway.

The hiss of your chamber door open and close was louder than usual in the silence of the Jedi temple. You walked quickly to your destination. He would be awake, he was always awake. The first few times you had paid Obi-wan a late-night visit you had been surprised to see him up, still pouring over his datapad, planning what his next move would be in this never-ending war. But now, you would be more surprised to find him asleep. 

Once at his door, you hesitated for a moment. Even after all this time, you didn't want to risk bothering him, but he always assured you that you never would. A quiet knock was all it took to summon the room's occupant to the far side of the door. It was open a second later.

 Obi-wans eyes were tired but his smile was warm as the door slid open to reveal you. "I'm always happy to see you, darling, but are you aware of what time it is?" 

"I can't sleep," you started, speaking quietly. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering-" 

You were cut off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You know you are never a bother." He stepped aside giving you room to enter and then closed the door behind you. "Is everything okay?"

You relaxed your grip on your cloak, not caring if it slipped anymore. You took in the familiar scenery of the room before resting your hands on Obi-wan's upper arms. "I'm just stressed. You know how this job is, and I, I think I need a little help relaxing." 

Large hands slipped under your cloak and gently held your bare waist. A small and mischievous smirk formed on Obi-wan's lips. "I take it you have an idea or two then?" 

You hmm quietly at the sensation of his hands on you, with each small circle his thumbs traced your tension melted away. "Not really, but I'm open to suggestions," you happily sighed. A small smirk formed on your lips as well. 

"Is that so?" He stepped closer and his left hand slid slowly from your waist to rest on the small of your back. He dipped his head down until his soft bead tickled against your ear. A small shiver ran through your body at the sensation. "Take off your cloak and get on the bed," he whispered, his voice low and husky.  

You shrugged the cloak off and stepped out of the pile it made around your feet. A moment later you were settling against the pillows in Obi-wans bed. Watched with anticipation as the man in front of you undressed until he was left only in a loose pair of pants. He looked over you hungrily, it had been so long since he had been able to have you alone like this. He didn’t bother approaching the bed slowly, he would tease you in other ways. He was hovering over you in seconds, propped up on his hands and knees. There was a break in his smirk and his eyes softened momentarily as if making sure this was what you wanted. Obi-wan was even the gentleman, even when he was about to fuck you into oblivion. You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in response. That was all he needed to continue. The kiss was rough and exactly what you needed. You relished in the way his rough lips felt moving against yours. “Hands above your head,” he stated between kisses, his voice commanding and even. You did as he said without a second thought. You mumbled some unintelligible protest when he separated himself from you and sat up. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing something you hadn’t noticed before. “Lift your head,” he instructed. Once again you complied, slightly raising your head from the pillow it rested on. His ever-growing smirk was the last thing you saw before a dark piece of silk was fastened over your eyes and the world went dark. You felt Obi-wans weight shift on top of you until you could feel his warm breath against your cheek. “How is that, darling?” 

You tried to look around, to get a glimpse of anything, but to no avail. “Dark,” you replied. 

“Perfect.” This was punctuated with a quick bite to the sensitive skin underneath your jaw. As a surprised squeak left your bruised lips Obi-wan chuckled to himself, “ I can’t believe I haven’t this sooner.” 

“And why’s that?” The words came out breathy and separated. In this darkness, every brush of your lover’s fingertips sent shivers down your spine and waves of heat straight to your cunt. 

“Because there is nothing sexier than watching you writhe beneath me in pleasure.” His lips found your throat again. Gentle kisses were mixed with hard bites and despite your best efforts moans tumbled freely from your mouth. In your new-found darkness, everything was more sensitive, more intense. His hands slipped underneath your body making quick work of the clasp keeping your bra on. Seconds later the cold air was causing your nipples to harden. Obi-wans hands trailed down your abdomen, sending sparks through your body and increasing your growing need. His lips followed soon after. His kisses were soft and his beard only added to the sensation. You found yourself pressing your hips up against his. The low groan that escaped the man’s throat was all the encouragement you needed to keep going but before you had the chance a strong hand was pinning your hips down. “None of that darling. If you want something, ask for it.” 

“I need-” your words were cut short by Obi-wan pulling one of your pert nipples into his warm mouth. You moaned quietly and his free hand expertly massaged your free breast. 

“What do you need, love? I can’t give it to you if you don’t ask,” he mumbled against your sensitive flesh. 

“I need-” a bite to your nipple cut you off once again, “I need you to fuck me.” 

That was all he needed to remove himself from your breasts and quickly remove his pants as well as your undergarments. With the blindfold still in place, you couldn’t see him but you didn’t need to know that he was settling in between your now spread legs. When you felt his beard brush against your thighs your breath hitched. A kiss was placed against your swollen clit before Obi-wan gently sucked it into his mouth. With each flick of his tongue, your moans grew louder. You needed this, you needed him, and after all of his teasing you weren’t sure how long you would last. You were already feeling so close to your release when two fingers slid inside of you. As they curled inside you, rubbing against your g-spot you let out a loud moan. Your hands gripped at the bedclothes and beneath the blindfold, your eyes fluttered. “Oh God, Obi, don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop,” you gasped. A few more thrust and you were coming undone around Obi-wan’s fingers.

 As you came down from your orgasm you felt Obi-wan sit up. A hand brushed against your cheek before it removed the blindfold. Your eyes met Obi’s lust clouded one. “Ready for more?”

You nodded. Once again your lips met. You could taste the remnants of yourself on him and parts of his beard were slightly damp from his previous actions. Your moans melded together as he slowly entered you. From there he set a gentle pace, simply enjoying how you felt around him. But his own arousal had been ignored all night and gentle wasn’t enough. As the thrusts grew rougher and faster the kiss became sloppy. Soon that wasn’t enough either. Obi-wan buried his face in your shoulder, the small bites he left there pulling even more gasps from your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N). I’m going to cum,” he groaned. One more thrust was all it took before he was pulling out and covering your stomach in his thick cum. 

“I, um, I think I can sleep now,” you said between deep breaths.

Obi-wan chuckled in response, but it breathy and quiet. His exhaustion was finally catching up with him. “Let’s at least clean up first, darling.” 

A few quick wipes of a damp towel later you found yourself sleepily tucked underneath the warm blankets of the bed. Obi’s arms encircled you from behind and pulled you close to his chest. A chaste kiss was placed against the base of your neck, “Goodnight, darling.” 

“G’night,” you mumbled in response before sleep finally claimed you. 

[thecipherlegacy]

For the touch promt! Touching foreheads with Mavasha and any of her daughters

Touch writing prompt

I feel like I haven't covered much of her relationship with Rexia so this one is going to be focused on them!

Enjoy!

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It had been a few days since young Rexia had healed from the incident. While the family had visited Dromund Kaas there was an attack on the city by an unknown source. A large explosion had sent shrapnel flying and nearly killed the eight year old. She was lucky to only lose her right eye and get some scars. Her father was now tirelessly looking for the terrorist responsible for the attack while her Mother had helped her with the therapy for her new cybernetic eye.

"Did you find the dead man responsible for hurting our little girl?" Rexia heard her mother's voice ask while she looked at herself in the mirror. The scars protruded from her cybernetic eye like lightning, and her sight from that eye was odd. She missed having a normal eye, and a normal face.

"Not yet, my lord" her father's voice replied. He was definitely in work mode. "I have some leads though. How is she doing?"

"She's adjusting. Let me know when you find a name, dear. Also, take a break and spend some time with us tonight. The girls want to some time with their father."

The familiar sound of Mavasha's heels began to echo down the hall along with Malavai's response "Of course"

The clicking stopped behind Rexia's door. The little one looked at it expectantly. "Rexia, darling. May I come in?" Her mother asked.

"Of course, Mommy" she replied.

The doors slid open and Mavasha stepped in. She gave a sad smile when she realized her child was sitting at the vanity again. "There's my beautiful girl" she greeted her. "How are you doing?"

The young ones blue eye looked up at her mother, then glanced back at the mirror. "I'm sad." She told her honestly. "I'm different now... I don't wanna be different." Her hand traced one of the scars back across the part of her head they had shaved to do the surgery. Fuzz had grown back since then, but the scar was still seen through the black hair.

Mavasha sighed and kneeled down next to her daughter. "Oh honey... you're not different. You're still you, inside and out. And don't you worry, the man that hurt you will pay for his transgressions" she explained. Of course, her daughter didn't doubt the perpetrator would feel her mother's wrath. She just wished it hadn't happened in the first place.

"I am different, mommy. I don't look like you or daddy anymore... And what if they won't let me be a soldier because I have one eye?..." her dream was to be like her father, had been since she was old enough to understand what his job was.

The long clawed fingers of her mother combed through her hair "little Rexia. You look so much like your father that even a mask wouldn't convince me that you aren't his. " the woman assured her. "And your new eye will help with a lot in the military. You just haven't learned all of it's tricks yet"

The little girl's hand reached up for the scars again "tricks? Will I be special like Yavie and Cat?" She asked. This question surprised Mavasha. She never thought of any of her daughters as less special than the others. Yavasa and Cathilia were very strong with the force, but Rexia was just as passionate and even while young shes worked very hard to be the best she can be.

"You are special, you always have been, my little crystal. Who told you that you weren't?"

The young one shrugged, her eyes to the floor. "I did, I guess..." she mumbled. "I dont have pretty lekku like you and Yavie, and I don’t use the force." Her voice was quiet and her hands were in her lap, fidgeting.

Her mother was gentle, she leaned over to her daughter and carefully pulled the young one into her lap before pulling out a datapad. On it was a photo of their family when Cathilia was first adopted. "I want you to look at this photo." She said in a soft tone "look at your father. He doesn't have any of those things you described either. Would you tell me he isn't special?" She asked.

Rexia took a long look at it. In that picture she was being held by her father. She really did look just like him. "Daddy is the best officer. He's smart and nice and loyal.. Of course daddy is special" she admitted.

"And you're just like him. Now with a little accessory" Mavasha said with a smile before she put away the datapad. "We tried for so long to have a second baby, and when you were born it was a miracle. We both cried" She chuckled fondly at the memory then leaned down to press her forehead against her child's. "You and your sisters are everything we could have ever asked for in our children. Passionate, powerful, beautiful and unique. Your father and I are so incredibly proud of you."

Two small hands held the mothers hand softly "Thank you Mommy... I love you" Rexia mumbled.

Mavasha placed a small kiss on her forehead and smiled. "I love you too, my heart." Came her reply. She knew her daughter would still need time to adjust, and she planned to be present for all of it.

[lokiandbuckyaremine]

Can You Keep a Secret?

Prompt: “I have a idea for a loki one shot if you do not mind. One where the reader is the teams innocent ray of sunshine and everyone loves and and tries to keep her away from loki. But of course they end up dating and the team finds them kissing or something and they freak out. With promte 1!” ~ @marvelloonie​

Prompt 1: I should have told you a long time ago...

Warnings: Fluff and soft Loki for the reader, language, and more kissing and fun with your favorite God of Mischief. 

(Prompt List) ~ REQUESTS OPEN

MASTERLIST

The taste of plastic filled your mouth as you continuously chewed on your pen, waiting for this meeting to be over. Tony was rambling on about new approaches for missions, since the world was changing and he wanted to keep his “ducks” in a row. Looking around the room at your fellow Avengers, you could see that many other people were just like you....bored out of their mind! Except Steve and Roadie cause they always tried to be the “good friends”. Nat was half asleep on your shoulder and Wanda was playing with her magic under the table on the other side of you. But when your eyes met a certain man, you couldn’t help but shift in your seat. Loki stared at you until you noticed his motion to leave the room. Smiling, you excused yourself to the bathroom and gently lifted Nat off of you.

Walking down the hallway, searching for the handsome God, you suddenly felt a strong pair of hands on your waist. “I could tell that my love could use some distraction from that pathetic meeting.” Giggling, you turned around in his grasp and started to pepper his face with kisses. “Loki, we can’t keep doing this. They are going to find out soon enough.” He pouted down at you and shrugged. “Would that be such a bad thing, my darling?” He checked the hallway before dragging you into a closet so you could both talk. “Loki...you know how much they wouldn’t approve of me, an Avenger, dating the guy who nearly killed all of New York and Asgard.” You threw your hands on your hips and gave him a very stern look. 

It was no lie, the God of Mischief had a HUGE soft spot for you that he remained to hide from everyone else, protecting his reputation. But on the other-hand he wanted to show the world just how much he fell for you and changed in the process. His soft hands cupped your face as he traced your cheekbone, and stared at your eyes willingly. “Y/N, I’m not sure I can keep us a secret anymore. There’s no reason why a guy like me can’t have his happy ending too and show her off. But if you want to wait for the right moment, then I guess I’ll suck it up for however long.” He rolled his eyes in defeat and went for the door of the closet, but you grabbed his arm. “Thank you, baby. But hey, we came in here for a reason. Don’t leave a girl hanging.” You winked as you started to toy with the hem of your shirt. He growled in response and hoisted you up on his hips as he crashed his lips on yours. Needless to say you did NOT make it back to that meeting.

The both of you remained to keep things “professional” as you completed your day to day tasks. Loki would drop winks or tease you here and there, but nothing too odd for the team to notice. They made it a point to protect you from having any serious interaction with him because he has a history of doing some really unexpected things, and they know how good of a person you are. Innocent, to say the least. Thor knew his brother but he also watched over you just in case. He would tell you constantly, “Lady Y/N, you are way too good for this greasy weasel,” thinking it was funny to tease his handsome brother like that. It was extremely hard to keep this a secret even if it has only been a few months you’ve been seriously dating. Loki was such a great friend before feelings were revealed and that wasn’t something you could hide willingly, but a promise is a promise. That is, until one morning....

Trudging down the stairs into the common room, you rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes and headed to the fridge for a morning snack. You heard a few giggles and murmurs behind you, so you turned to see what was up. The entire team was staring at you, some had smirks and some had unpleasant faces drawn on them. “Uh, can I help you guys or can I not get milk in the morning?” Crossing your arms, you stared at Nat for a response seeing she was the one smirking and giggling to herself. “Girl, isn’t that Loki’s shirt?”, she asked pointing to the oversized green shirt that hung at your knees. You gulped and smiled, trying to come up with some stupid excuse that wouldn’t blow your cover. “Uh yea, I spilled some toothpaste on my pjs and he offered his top. Wasn’t that nice?” You resumed pouring a glass of milk, but Thor soon chimed in. “Uh, Loki’s room is on the 3rd floor. You mean to tell me you traveled all the way upstairs for a shirt, even when there are about 4 others living on your floor with shirts?” 

Spinning around on your heels to respond, Loki no sooner showed up shirtless. “Morning, pathetic mortals, half mortals, and soldiers.” Bucky snickered at his greeting and his shirtless state. “Yup, something happened in that room.” He whispered to Steve and Sam. Your gaze met Bucky’s and you shot him a glare as he held his hands up in defense. “We’re just friends, Barnes. Lay off.” Resuming back to the sticky situation at hand, you smiled to Loki. “Good morning, sir. I was just telling how nice you were this morning when I spilled toothpaste. He could tell I was in a cranky mood and he just offered his shirt, no harm done.” You shrugged and looked to Loki, raising your eyebrows to signal him to back you up. He laughed nervously and gestured to the team. “Oh yes, dear y/n spilled quite a bit of toothpaste on her pjs, so I offered her mine. And man can she be a bitch in the morning.” Internally you nearly died and wanted to smack Loki, but you knew he was doing this to cover. The team continued to snicker and shrug as they resumed their breakfast. 

Finally having a glass of milk, you left them and headed for your room. But once again you were stopped mid-hallway by the man himself. “I told you to stay in my room for a little longer and to put a shirt on! We nearly lost our cover.” Loki smirked and pulled your waist flush against his. “Oh darlin, it’s fine. We covered well. Plus it is way too damn hot in this tower.” Loki looked over your figure and bit his lip. There was no denial that you looked damn sexy in his shirt and a pair of boy shorts. “Sure, but ‘a bitch’, really?” You playfully smacked his chest as he started to kiss you neck. “I had to come up with something, my love. I don’t mean it. But you certainly loved being called other things last night.” You could feel him getting hard against your stomach and you moaned slightly thinking about the mind-blowing time you had last night.

“Apology accepted.” You giggled and pulled him in for a kiss. Heat flooded through your body as his soft lips devoured yours, dampening your panties in the process. What a way to start your morning. You pulled him closer to deepen the kiss and his hands trailed lightly down your back. He grabbed a handful of ass, making you moan into his, allowing him access to swipe his tongue on your bottom lip. Breaking away from the kiss knowing where this was going, you grabbed his hand and began to lead him to your room, until a choir erupted behind you. “I KNEW IT!” You and Loki broke apart quickly and you put your hands out, pleading for the group to calm down. “Guys, I can explain.” It looked like Thor was near ready to murder his brother, but you held your hand up in defense. “Thor, I should have told you a long time ago, I love your brother. You don’t know him like I do.” His eyes shot between you and Loki, and his shoulders sagged at the thought of you being sad. “I can’t say that I approve of this, but if you’re happy and my brother is happy then I guess it’s fine. But you’ve been warned. And when in the hell were you going to tell me?!” 

Loki was not pleased with his brother’s reaction, and began to step forward. A vein popping out of his forehead from the rage that filled him. “Brother, I love this woman and it may be news to you but I can be a good person. Do you not remember our childhood and how mother told us that we would once find someone that will change us? Can you imagine a life without Jane, because that’s how I would feel without y/n.” The girls awwed and the guys made gagging noises. Thor sighed in defeat and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You always have tricks up your sleeve, don’t you? But you’re right, I can’t imagine a life without Jane, and I also couldn’t imagine my brother falling back to his old ways.” Loki smiled softly. You were happy the brothers were coming around to be friends again, granted they had their moments. 

Tony came over and patted Loki’s shoulder. “Nice move, Reindeer Games. You got yourself one hell of a girl, but if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” One last pat and he walked away with Rhoadie. Next, Steve, Bucky, and Sam walked over. Bucky looked furious because he too liked you a lot, but knew he missed his chance. Steve shook Loki’s hand and smiled at you. “Guess this means you’re part of the team, Loki. I know you’ll love and treat her well. BUT if you hurt her in any way--” Loki smirked and turned to him. “Let me guess, you’ll kill me? Evidently that will be the line (PLEASE TELL ME Y’ALL GOT MY REFERENCE)”. You giggled and watched the boys walk away. Turning back to Loki, you grabbed his hand and gave it a tug. “You really mean that you can’t imagine life without me?” He nodded and cupped your face. “Not a day goes by without you on my mind. Even if you get upset with my silly tricks or pranks, I know we love one another. I’m not perfect, darlin. But for you I’ll try to be.” You kissed his palm and sank into his hand. “Loki, you don’t need to be perfect. Stay your mischievous self and I’ll love every bit of you.” 

Loki’s heart was bursting with love and nothing more. He finally found his rock, his savior, and his soulmate. After another tug of his hand, you bit your lip and looked up at Loki smiling. “So what do you say you put your tricks and games to the test and play me in bed?” Loki instantly felt himself get aroused, so he scooped you up and ran to your room. Slamming the door behind you, you both fell on the bed in a moaning and kissing mess. A knock on the door pulled you from the heated moment and Tony’s voice followed. “Make sure you wrap it before you tap it, kids. Some of us still want to pretend we don’t know your secret.” The both of you rolled your eyes and resumed the kiss. “No matter what, I will always love you, my darling.” Loki smiled down at you, and you swear you saw your entire world in front of your face. He was yours, tricks and all, and you couldn’t be happier.

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[utterlyinevitable]

Hey can you please do 2. 14. And 32. for Ethan x Mc from the promt list you rebloged? 😊

Thanks for the ask 💕 Here’s the numbers from the angst and domestic lists I’ve reblogged today 😊

domestic asks:

2. who flirts more?

Once he’s not holding back anymore, it’s Ethan. Becca has the flirting skills of a five year old... when she’s not trying to coax him into sex. 

Ethan’s flirting is effortless and meshes so well with his intelligence - the littlest not meant to be flirty things like ‘you look stunning today’ have her heart rate increasing. It’s just all so honest so is it really flirting? 

  14. how often do they have sex?

Once they’re not pretending anymore and get to have one another freely it’s at least two days a week (like 4-6 sessions because we know Ramsey goes for rounds). No matter how hectic their schedules get they will make time for one another. 

When they’re further into their relationship and living together in sweet domestic bliss it’s more accurately four times a month. Instead of humping for the sake of humping they prefer to save up for those tender firework evenings. 

32. do they have nicknames or pet names for each other?

Not really, they generally stick to their names since they’re short anyway, just throwing different inflections on them. 

Becca calls him “Ethaaaaan” or “E”, sometimes she’ll through in a “babe” every once in a while when she’s feeling domestic or wants to butter him up. She does call him “Sugarplum” when they’re alone at home 🤣

Ethan calls her “Bec” or “Becca”, he’ll only use “Rebecca” when he’s trying to make a point or they’re arguing. Every so often a “love” or “darling”, or the even more rare “my light”, will slip from his lips and it makes her so so happy. 

angsty relationship asks:

 2. who apologizes first? in what way? is it hard for either of them to apologize?

Becca never says she’s sorry. Partially because she believes she’s always right, partially because she’s learned to never say sorry for the way she feels. It’s a real bitch when they’re fighting because Ethan believes he’s always right as well. Two stubborn, intelligent and quick-witted af bulls butting heads. 

Instead of apologizing, after they’ve had their moments of separation to reflect and calm down, she’ll hug him and kiss his temple and tell him she loves him, so much. Things are usually a little weird and the remnants of their fight lingering in the air, but he always holds her close.

Ethan’s the one that verbally apologizes. It may take a couple minutes, hours or days for him to replay the entire altercation and pick apart every detail, but he’ll always admit that he was in the wrong. Even if she was very obviously arguing a falsity, he would never tell her; he’d tuck it away in the back of his mind and help prove his point in more subtle of ways. 

14. who grieves more when the other is away?

Ethan. Becca has her friends and a city to explore, she has enough distractions at her disposal to remedy her sadness. She always feels most alone at night though, she’s gotten used to his heat and sleeping on his arm that she’s constantly cold and no amount of pillows could make her comfortable. 

Ethan’s the same. He has restless nights when she’s not beside him. He texts her much more often than normal and tries to call her every day. He knows she’ll be okay but he can’t help but worry - the love of his life is prone to ‘accidents’.

32. who would be the first to say they hate the other? would they mean it?

Becca. All the time. Whenever Ethan’s being himself or an absolute dickhead. She never means it and he knows that.

Ethan would also never ever dream of saying he hates her. The respects, cares and loves her too much to ever put an ounce of doubt in their relationship again. He’s terrified that if there’s a single semblance of doubt she’ll hold onto it and leave him. 

[mypoisonedvine]

13 for the NSFW promts? With Jaskier of course 💜

13. “I’m gonna get you off under this table and if you make a sound, you’re in big trouble.”

I already did one where Jask gets you off under a table (twice!) but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it again!  This one turned out pretty different anyways, way more subtle than last time.  And way fucking longer, oops.

Jaskier was a natural at banquets.  He had that gift of gab where he could strike up a conversation with anyone and make them laugh.  And that doesn’t even mention his entertainment: he seemed to always know what song to play to get everyone dancing.  When the two of you were invited to a dinner simply as guests and not performers, you were curious to see if he would get bored without playing- or if he would just get up and play anyway, since he had a lot of impromptu performances anyways.

Well, it turned out he had a different plan for entertaining himself.  While you were chatting up various other guests around the table, he placed a hand on your knee.  The heavy tablecloth draped in such a way that you realized it would be hard to see where his arm was from any angle but your own.  Honestly, you didn’t think much of it until his hand started to slide up to your thigh.  Right as you were about to lean to him and ask what he was doing, he addressed someone at the table.

“You’re from Redania, aren’t you?  So is my companion here!” he smiled.  The woman looked to you.

“Oh!  What part are you from?” she asked excitedly.

“The southwestern area,” you answered half-heartedly, confused as to why Jaskier’s hand had suddenly made its way under your skirt.  He’d told you not to wear a dress so short but you hadn’t realized this was a potential hazard.

“Me as well!  What city?” she pressed.  You tried not to show your frustration on your face.

“Novigrad,” you answered.

“The same!  What area of Novigrad?”

You sighed, feeling his fingers press between your legs.  You opened them, but then regretted it as you realised that this conversation was about to get a lot more exciting, and not in a very helpful way.

“Actually, it was a village just outside Novigrad.  I didn’t spend that much time in the city,” you admitted.

“Oh,” the woman replied.

“Jaskier here taught at Oxenfurt nearby,” you remembered with a smile, turning to him.

“Oh!” the woman repeated, looking to him as well.

“Ah yes, but that’s not as interesting as your work in the royal court,” he smiled back, his fingers finally starting to press against your folds, and you bit back a gasp.

“Oh my!  The royal court?  That must have been so exciting!” the woman prompted, and a few others at the table turned to you expected stories as well.

“It wasn’t as dramatic as it may sound.  I didn’t witness anything of historical importance in my time there: it was peacetime, after all.”  You did your best to not inspire any more interest as you felt very much like not having any conversations.

“You played at the prince’s wedding!” Jaskier so helpfully reminded, just as a calloused thumb grazed over your clit.  You let out a little whimper just as everyone “ooh”ed in excitement, so thankfully it went unheard by everyone but him.

“Yes, right, I did.  It was a beautiful ceremony,” you remembered.  “I actually played the harp for that, not the lute.  Bride’s request.”

“I heard a rumor that her dress was exquisite!” someone piped up.

“Yes, well-” you stopped as you had to focus on not gyrating your hips into his touch.  “Yes, it was beautiful.  It had, er, pearls.”

“Pearls!” someone repeated incredulously.

“It’s a coastal town, after all,” you pointed out, and already you were struggling to even remember what the topic of the conversation was.  After a few minutes it seemed like the guests had managed to shift the conversation amongst each other rather than all interrogating you, and you took the opportunity to lean into Jaskier’s ear.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you hissed in a whisper.

“I’m going to get you off under this table, and if you make any… suspicious noises, we’re both going to be in a lot of trouble,” he explained, as if it were obvious, “but especially you.”

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be between my legs right now,” you frowned.

“So you want me to stop?” he asked coyly, and you knew you were done for.  Because he was already taking you down the path to orgasm and he started doing that thing with his fingers that made you completely unable to say no to him.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you admitted, “just get me off quickly.”

“That spoils all the fun, darling,” he scolded with a grin.

 He built up a cruel pattern of bringing you painfully close to the edge, working you with an expert precision normally preserved for instruments, then withdrawing just long enough for the pleasure to die down and starting the process all over again.  You managed to keep quiet but you did have an abnormally tight grip on your fork and knife, and occasionally were forced to bite down on your goblet while pretending to drink from it.

“Be honest,” one of the ladies began as she addressed Jaskier, “are you two… together?”

You hoped that you weren’t sweating too profusely but it suddenly felt very hot in the room.

“We’re just friends- and writing partners,” Jaskier answered with a nod.

“But you two have such incredible chemistry!  Especially while performing!” someone else noted.

“Trust me, we may look friendly, but he does things that make me want to kill him,” you growled, your throat nearly catching because of the desire to moan as he rubbed every sensitive spot inside you.

“But that’s love, isn’t it?” one responded.

“You know, when my wife and I saw you two play the other night,” another revealed, “she turned to me and said ‘either those two are sleeping together, or they should be!’”

The table laughed.

“We abstain from all sorts of things that we should be doing,” Jaskier smirked.

And do all sorts of things we shouldn’t, you added internally.

“I swear, when you sing that one ballad about the sorceress and the Witcher-”

You had several on that topic, but you still knew which one they were talking about because you, too, noticed that you couldn’t hide the love from your voice when you sang it with Jaskier.

“-there’s so much passion between you two, like you could just pounce on each other any moment.”

“Yes, well, it’d be rather unprofessional to get down to it on stage in the middle of a performance, wouldn’t it?” you joked, but it wasn’t a joke so much as a reminder that this was all a terrible idea.  Of course, knowing it was wrong only encouraged him, and you felt the fingers inside you plunge deeper, picking up pace.  You really struggled to suppress your quickened breathing at that point, but the laughter from the table around you helped cover it a little.

“And yet,” Jaskier added, “I bet we would make more in tips that night than all our other shows combined.”

Everyone laughed again but you just took a big swig from your drink.  “Don’t their appearances complement each other, though?” one of the ladies asked her husband, who agreed.  

“Appearances can be deceiving,” you grimaced as you took another sip, but you saw him smile.

“I did always think we’d have beautiful children,” Jaskier interjected, and you nearly spit out the wine in your mouth.

“Children?!  Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you warned.  He just looked at you with a bemused-yet-knowing expression, taking a drink from his own goblet.  Your eyes trailed to the way his ring-adorned fingers looked wrapped around the silver- gods, he was so pretty, and it was really hard not to want him when he was literally inside you.  Your mind raced with thoughts (and memories) of those hands exploring every part of you, wrapping around your waist, holding you close to him, guiding your hips forward and back as you rode him like your life depended on it-

“And they’d be so musically-talented!” someone said, and you forgot what they were even talking about.

“We shouldn’t harass them about it anymore,” another guest realized, and you sighed with relief, “they’re probably not permitted to court by their families.”

“Oh, you’re right- forgive our insensitivity,” someone added.

“You must be joking,” Jaskier chuckled.  “My mother writes me nearly once a month begging me to propose.”

Your eyes went wide.  That was news to you.  And of course, the whole table reacted to that quite strongly.

“Then do it!”

"Have children now while you're young!  You could start a family band with them!"

“Invite us to the wedding!”

The duke, the head of the table and host of the event, suddenly interjected.

“Jaskier,” he said in a deep, booming voice, “take my advice.  Maidens won’t wait around while you sow your wild oats.”

“It’s not that-” Jaskier began to defend, but the duke interrupted him.

“Am I wrong?” he asked you.

“I can’t say I’d describe myself as particularly patient,” you replied, once again inspired by your current situation.

“You seem like you’d make a good wife.  Pretty, talented,” he listed, and you smiled.

"But I'm much too picky.  I only drink Cintran ale, for one," you replied, knowing the Duke was probably one of the most prolific importers of the drink due to his taste for it.

“A girl after my own heart!” the duke grinned. “Jaskier, you’d better marry this girl before I do!”

The bard looked back to you and suddenly you were the one with the grin, and he was the one with anger flashing in his eyes.  Jealousy, specifically; you could tell by his expression, but the way he pressed his fingers deep inside you and twisted them made it abundantly clear.

“I think I’d make a pretty good duchess,” you smiled, though you barely managed to get the words out without moaning or gasping due to some very distracting sensations.

“Only I can give you what you want,” Jaskier whispered, such that only you could hear it, “so you might consider staying on my good side.”

“I didn’t realize how possessive you were of me,” you countered.  “How was I to know you would get jealous?”

He flexed his fingers inside you, directly rubbing your spot with enough force to make you yelp- though you just barely managed to bite it back.  “I think there were a few signs,” he smirked.

“We ought to go pheasant hunting together sometime,” Jaskier suggested to the Duke.  “Say,” he smiled as he turned to you, “would you like to come?” he asked you cheerily as he looked at you with a wide grin.  Of course he would be using wordplay to tease you right now, the bastard.

“Most fervently,” you replied through your teeth.

“I’ve never known a woman who could hunt pheasants!” the Duke exclaimed.

“Sometimes you’re in the mood for a little violence,” you growled, though you tried to put on a smile as you said it.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

“With the violence?” you asked.

“The other thing,” he explained.

And you hoped that there would be a loud conversation to distract everyone but they seemed to be talking quietly all of a sudden so you had to make a last moment save to be able to keep quiet.  Of course, you weren’t at your most creative in terms of solutions for this issue and had limited time to decide as you felt your orgasm approaching.  You grabbed some meat from your plate and took a bite, thinking it might distract you or something, but instead what happened was you instantly came with food in your mouth, letting out a muffled groan of pleasure.

Most of the table looked to you in confusion, and thankfully Jaskier relented his movement inside you.

“This meat is so good,” you explained, the words slurred with food still in your mouth.  Jaskier had to cover his face to hide his laughter.  You shot him a glare.

 “Some stunt you pulled back there,” you frowned, riding side by side out of the city once the banquet had ended.

“I thought it was hot,” he shrugged.

“Oh, it was hot,” you smiled, “but a pretty bad idea.  We cut it way too close a few times.”

“I don’t think they were that close to realizing,” he defended.

“And yet, I was more afraid that they would continue that interrogation about our relationship,” you groaned.  He laughed.

“Oh gods, that was torturous!”

“Does your mother really write you monthly about me?”

“At least,” he frowned.

“What do you tell her?” you asked.

“That I’m still looking for the perfect ring, and the perfect opportunity,” he responded casually.  

“Lying to your own mother?” you grinned.  He looked at you and he noticeably was not smiling back.

“I’m not lying,” he answered.

So overall, it was a strange evening.