#give them a lecture like 'no no no- these are f-a-i-r-i-e-s -my neck of the woods has f-a-e. You'd have to be an idiot to deal with my guys

[pyrepostings]

I just got to the fairy episode of spn and- oh boy.

My prediction was that the boys would give their names away Immediately upon meeting a fae, and now I'm slightly disappointed.

I love that Sam was reciting the spell with Latin pronunciation. A-goose instead of ah-gus. Goddamn monolingual westerners, not immediately understanding the pronunciation guide of a language you've never studied before.

Love the redcap. They never referred to him as one or even mentioned his hat when they had the chance, but he was there and we love him.

[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

[chasing-classics]

Addicted to the Odds- Fezco x Reader

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

 Warning(s): Smut, mentions of drug addiction, angst, language

 Summary: You are an addict and it is indirectly Fez’s fault. Out of nowhere, your dealer refuses to sell to you anymore and you have a gut feeling Fez is the reason for it. You confront him and angst/smut ensues.

 ‘’What do you mean you don’t have any?’’ you all-but growled out from the screen door of your dealer’s run-down house.

 ‘’Like I said, ma. I don’t got any for you anymore,’’ he replied, taking a hit of his bong and refusing to look you in the eye.

 ‘’Nothing? OxyContin, fentanyl-‘’

 ‘’Nothing. Nada. Zip,’’ he cut you off.

 You huffed, narrowing your eyes as you shifted your weight to your right-hand side. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to keep a level head. For the past year-and-a-half you had been an addict. It all began when you attended a party with your best friend Cassie. She had just recently began seeing McKay and it was through one of his intense parties you met Fezco. The ginger-haired man caught your attention immediately. He was beautiful, in his own way. At the time, you had only dealt with weed and various fruity drinks. You were a good, kind-hearted girl. You did well in school and were well-liked by everyone. That was the thing about addiction; nobody ever strives to be an addict. It starts with one hit, then slowly crawls to another, then another, and another. You don’t realize you’re addicted until it’s too late, and by then the claws of addiction were already too deeply imbedded in your skin.

You wanted to let loose, have a good time. You wanted to fit into Fez’s world. ‘’Come on, Y/N get the stick out of your ass and live a little,’’ you remembered Nate Jacobs smirked down at you. That was the push you needed, you were embarrassed to admit. It sounded like a bad health class lecture, ‘’don’t give into peer pressure’’ and all that jazz. You remembered approaching Fez, his eyes trailing up and down your body with interest. That was the first night of the rest of your life as an addict. The moment you downed the OxyContin pill with a bottle of Hennessy, your life changed forever. All to get the attention of a boy who probably only saw you as another client. You ended up finding a different dealer because it became too difficult to continue going to Fez, who you had fallen for only to feel the sting of embarrassment when you realized he was never going to see you the same way you saw him. And that’s your story; became a fucking drug addict by the age of seventeen because you had a crush on a drug dealer who you had a handful of conversations with in the past nearly two years.

 ‘’Did Fez put you up to this?’’ you hissed. Your dealer’s silence was all the confirmation you needed.

 ‘’Fez! Open the door!’’ you yelled, banging on his front door.

 You knew Ashtray probably alerted his older brother of your arrival, but it didn’t stop you from marching to the front door. Every second that Fez took to answer the door felt like hours, sweat dripping down your body as the withdrawals were hitting you. Just when you were about to raise your fist to knock again, the door opened and the man in question was right in front of you. He towered over you, his green eyes taking you in and you could’ve kicked yourself for the butterflies you felt in your tummy.

 ‘’Y/n?’’ he questioned.

 ‘’Why did you do it? Cut off my supply?’’ you crossed your arms over your chest, your whole body fidgeting.

 ‘’I dunno what you’re talking about,’’ you could tell he was lying when he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

 ‘’Bullshit. You talked to my dealer, I know you did. Why?’’ you took a step towards him to the point if you puffed your chest up your breasts would brush against his chest.

 ‘’You need help, y/n,’’ he was about to head back inside when you forced your way in.

 ‘’You’re one to talk Fez! You sold me the drugs at McKay’s party! You got me into this life! God, I’m so fucking stupid,’’ you cried out, running your hands through your hair in frustration. You ceased and straightened yourself out, glaring at Fez.

‘’I wanted so badly to be in your life. For you to notice me,’’ you whimpered.

Fez stood in front of you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. He took a step towards you, reaching out for you only for you to take a step backwards. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath,

 ‘’I did notice you. Fuck, man. I noticed you the moment you walked into that party. You were full of life, but still shy. You brought this fucking light around you everywhere you went, ma. And when you came up to me to buy some pills, I wanted to say no. I should’ve said no. But I wanted an excuse to talk to you or see you again,’’ he confessed.

 You didn’t notice the tears until you felt them roll down your cheeks. You swiped them away, your heart beating furiously in your chest. You turned around and left, the sound of the screen door slamming ringing in your ears as you ran.

 Rehab took a lot out of you. You often questioned your decision to enter the facility, but the desire to retake control outweighed the desire to feel numb. 90 days felt like 90 years, but you were able to take the next step in your rehabilitation. Another three months passed and the light slowly but surely began to show in your eyes.

It had taken a lot of you, but when you were able to celebrate your twenty-first birthday with your old high school friends, it was all worth it.

 Cassie had convinced you to go out for one night. No drugs, only drinks if you were sure you could handle it. After two years sober, you were aware of your boundaries. You knew you could still go out and live a normal life, you just had to be careful in order to avoid a relapse. So here you were, celebrating your sobriety and your birthday. Maddy, Lexi, BB, and Kat were more than happy to come along and catch up. As you laughed and enjoyed your party, your face fell when your e/c hues locked with all-too familiar green ones. Fez was in the back of the club, talking to Rue and nursing his beer.

 You prayed you wouldn’t regret this, but you excused yourself from your friends and headed to the restroom. Thankfully, nobody else was in there as you leaned against the porcelain sink, staring deeply into your reflection. You sighed as your eyes analyzed every inch of you. You looked great, you felt great, so why did you feel so empty?

 The creak of the bathroom door didn’t cause you to look away, but the strong hands on your waist sure did. You jumped slightly until the smell of cologne and weed hit your nostrils.

 ‘’Fez,’’ you breathed quietly, suddenly becoming more self-conscious despite you looking like sex-in-high-heels.

 He didn’t respond, just pressed his face into the back of your neck. You felt the hardness that was his dick press into the small of your back. You sighed in content, his hands trailing up and down your exposed arms.

 ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he whispered. You blinked away the tears, shaking your head as he looked up so that your two reflections were looking at each other.

 ‘’Please,’’ you didn’t know what you were asking for, but Fezco did.

 He turned you around and slowly took in your face before capturing your lips in a long overdue kiss. It was Heaven and Hell, passion and sin, all together in that one kiss. The past four years replayed throughout your mental as you pulled him closer to you as your hands were on his chest and running through his shaved head. His hands gripped your waist as your tongues fought for dominance. You lost and moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip before his tongue entered your mouth. The moan that erupted from his throat when you sucked on his tongue encouraged your hands to trail down and your hand to grip his hardened cock through his pants.

 That was all it took for him to pull away, shoving your lace panties down to your ankles and spread your legs as he pinned you against the bathroom wall. Anyone could have walked in and that thought alone caused you to become slick. Fez groaned when he pressed a calloused hand to cup your pussy.

 ‘’F-Fez,’’ you whined, hands going underneath his shirt to grip his shoulders and claw at his back.

 ‘’Fucking beautiful,’’ he breathed as he looked down at you.

 You didn’t even notice that he had taken his dick out of his pants until you felt the swollen head at your tight entrance. You looked up at Fez, engraving the look of pure desire and adoration on his face. He raised his eyebrows, as if asking one last time if this was ok. You nodded and couldn’t prevent the high-pitched whine that erupted from you as he entered you in one swift thrust. He grunted when he was fully sheathed in your tightness, hands gripping your thighs as you were pinned against the dingy walls of the restroom and impaled on his throbbing cock.

 ‘’Fez, please. Move I need to feel you,’’ you whimpered, fingernails clawing at his muscular back.

 ‘’Fuck baby,’’ he groaned as he slowly pulled back, only to snap his hips forward. Your cries fueled him, egging him on as he gained momentum. The sight of you, looking like something out of the cover of a magazine, taking his dick in this grimy bathroom in this shabby club. The fact that something so beautiful could want him, let alone cry out his name as he fucked into your tight pussy. The sight of his angry cock disappearing into your drenched folds. The revelation that you still loved him just as he still loved you. It was almost too good to be true.

 You moaned when one of his hands yanked down the front of your dress to release your tits so that he could watch them bounce from the force of his thrusts. You closed your eyes and threw your head against the wall when his mouth latched onto one of your breasts and began nipping and sucking at your bud. His thrusts were rough and unforgiving and you could hear the slaps of your skin echoing in the dimly lit room.

 ‘’You’re so tight for me, ma,’’ he groaned, his facial hair tickling the soft skin of your breasts.

 The tip of his thick manhood reached that special spot inside of you, causing you to cry out his name and clutch the back of his head. He focused on hitting that specific spot, succeeding over and over again. You could do nothing but moan out Fez’s name and hold onto him and take whatever he chose to give you. The feeling of being full of him and belonging to him was too much.

 ‘’I’m going to cum, Fez,’’ you panted, tears at the corner of your eyes as your walls began clamping around his thickness.

 ‘’Cum for me, mama. Milk my dick,’’ he grunted, hips pounding you into the wall. While one of his hands still held onto your thigh the other trailed to the side of your face and gently held your jaw, forcing you to look up into him as he took you, ravaged you. His dirty words and the strong grip on your face combined with the lust swirling in his beautiful green hues was too much. You came with a scream of his name, his thumb in your mouth muffling your cries only slightly as you felt your juices coat him and in between your thighs.

 ‘’I fucking love you,’’ he hissed, pressing his forehead against yours’ as he sloppily thrusted a few more times before you felt the warmth of his load crept up into the depths of your body.

 All you could do was hold each other; your legs wrapped around his waist. Your heels still on as his cum began dripping from your sore pussy. Eventually both of your breathing relaxed and you pressed a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, looking down once more to watch his release drip out of you and his dick slowly slide out of you. He kissed you again before helping you down.

‘’I’m sorry,’’ he whispered.

You cupped his face with your hands, offering him a small smile.

 ‘’I know. Just hold me.’’

 You didn’t know what the future held for the two of you. You didn’t think a house with a white picket fence and two darling children was in your future with Fez, if you even had a future with him. The odds weren’t in your favor, but the same could’ve been said about the seventeen-year-old girl who was addicted to OxyContin and fentanyl. They said you wouldn’t make it to see your twenty-first birthday. The dusty clock that read 12:01 AM proved them all wrong. Maybe you and Fez could too.

[ragingpancake]

McShep prompt: no regrets?

Thank you so much for the prompt! @gingerpolyglot I really appreciate you sending this to me!

The pain in his shoulder radiates outward until his whole arm feels like it’s on fire. They need to operate, to clean up the mess of splintered bone, fragments of bullet, but he refuses to let them put him under, not yet. Not when Ronon, Teyla and Rodney have yet to come back through the Gate. It’s only because he’d lost consciousness at some point or another that he’s here, pacing the gate room despite the way each painful step threatens to bring to him to tears. No one is talking, refusing to give up whichever Marine it had actually been who had dragged him through the Gate, leaving the rest of John’s people on the other side. Likely because they knew the soldier wouldn’t escape unscathed for ignoring the single, most important rule: we don’t leave people behind. It was meant to be a routine mission. A quick return to M5-X385 to check in on the Zamains and make sure they were settling in okay to their new settlement. It’d been fine at first, a cake walk really, until some faction of the old Zamani militia, pissed at being removed from their previous plant (despite the fact that it was, you know, showing signs of the beginning of an actual ice age), showed up. Their weapons were primitive, but effective. A bullet had caught him in the shoulder and while bullets had never taken John down before, the damn rock that conked him on the head from the damn trebuchet definitely had. He never would have left them. Never.

Ronon and Teyla, they could take care of themselves, John knew that. But Rodney… Rodney, who was never meant to be a soldier, Rodney who, most days couldn’t even get a handle on his own P-90… Rodney, who John had sworn to protect at all costs and not because he was honor bound to do so, but because… well, because it was Rodney, was still out there. He trusted Teyla and Ronon with his own life, trusted them with every single person on this base, but… But. Rodney. “Dial the gate, Chuck,” he snarls up to the control room, yanking the sling that Keller had fitted him with temporarily from around his neck and he has to bite back a strangled cry at the way it jostles his arm. He somehow manages to keep up that stoic façade, despite the pain, despite the worry gnawing away at his stomach. “Disregard that command, Chuck,” another voice rings out and John turns, glaring daggers at Colonel Carter. “I said dial the gate!” Sam takes the steps down into the Gate room two at a time, closing the distance between them, her own jaw set. “I let you convince me to allow you to remain out here until they get back, John, but I’m not letting you do this. You’re in no condition—” “They’re my people!” He bellows, “and if you think for one second that I’m going to—” The gate sounds, loud and echoing in the Gate Room and Carter steps back, pulling John with her. “I’m reading Teyla’s IDC!” Chuck calls down and John whirls on him angrily. “Lower the damn shield!” The moment it’s down, the trio comes running through the event horizon, followed closely by the marines Carter had sent in as reinforcements. Once everyone is through, the shield reactivates a split second before the gate dies and John realizes he’s been holding his breath. It comes out in a whoosh as he pushes through the small crowd, good arm gripping Rodney’s shoulder and it hits him in this moment that he could have lost Rodney and he thinks his knees are maybe about to give out when the scientist turns to him, blue eyes wide as he pulls John in for a bone crushing hug. “Oh thank God! I thought you died!” And John can’t stifle the cry that tears from his mouth this time as his shoulder explodes with pain. When he goes to his knees, Rodney follows him, careful to ease him down as Keller weaves her way through the group, medical team right behind her with a gurney meant for John. “I—I shouldn’t have left you,” John rasps as hands grab at him, but he pushes them away, eyes never leaving Rodney’s. “You went down so fast and, and, and there was blood and—” It’s Rodney’s hand this time on either side of John’s face. “I thought you died,” he says again and it’s too much in this moment, with the way Rodney’s looking at him and John can’t breathe and--. “Colonel,” Keller says urgently. “This can’t wait any longer. We need to get that shoulder--.” He doesn’t hear anything else though because he leans forward, shoulder be damned, and crushes his lips against Rodney’s. He savors it for about a half a second before he feels a prick in his arm and everything starts to go sideways. “Sheppard—” Rodney says as Keller’s team manhandles him onto the gurney and John can only watch through hazy vision as Teyla and Ronon help Rodney to his feet, Ronon’s hand clamped firmly on Rodney’s shoulder as if to keep him from chasing after him. I’m gonna beat the shit out of him later for that, John thinks, but it’s the last thought he has before darkness claims him. --- He wakes up in the infirmary and unsurprisingly, he’s not alone. Ronon’s sitting in the chair next to his bed, legs propped up on the edge while Teyla is at his feet, hands rubbing his ankle through the blanket. Rodney’s up somewhere near his head and John can feel the weight of his hand on his good shoulder. “’Thought you were gonna sleep forever,” Ronon says, dropping his feet and letting his chair tip back on to all four legs. “You should not have delayed your surgery, John,” Teyla admonishes gently and he wishes that they would at least wait until he’s fully awake before the

lectures start. “Yeah, but if he hadn’t, the whole Gate Room wouldn’t have gotten that show.” John blinks at Ronon maybe a little dumbly as Rodney’s cheeks pinken slightly. “Wha’—” John clears his throat. “What show?” “Oh, you know, the one where you tried to make out with McKay in front of everyone.” “Ronon,” Teyla chastises, but he grins at John. “Clearly, it was some sort of mixed reaction to the adrenaline decrease and, and, and probably blood loss,” Rodney explains and John can read it all over his face, even slightly high, that he thinks there has to be some reasonable explanation other than the fact that John just wanted to kiss him. Plain and simple. That he’s wanted to for the longest damn time, maybe since the first time Rodney showed him the Puddle Jumpers. The problem was never Rodney, it was always John, too emotionally stunted and stupid to act on what he wanted until he thought he might never get it again. “We don’t need to keep harping on it and embarrassing the Colonel,” Rodney huffs but he slouches down in his chair a little miserably. “No regrets, McKay,” John says, and he would shrug like it was no big deal if he thought he could move his shoulder without puking all over his team. But it has its desired effect because Rodney sits up so quickly that he very nearly drops his tablet. “I—what?” “Well,” John amends, feeling his eyelids growing heavier by the moment, “maybe just one.” His head lulls to the side and he gives Rodney a lopsided smile. “Probably shoulda done that sooner.” And Ronon laughs out loud, clapping his hands together like this is the best thing he’s ever heard. “Told you!” He crows. “I told you! You owe me a beer!” Teyla rolls her eyes but she does so with a smile as she rises, swatting Ronon’s legs. “We should leave you to rest, John. I am very glad that you are alright.” Ronon is still grinning broadly, even as Teyla ushers him away, but not before he claps Rodney on his shoulder roughly. “Did you… do you mean that?” Rodney asks, oddly quiet and John doesn’t know when his eyes closed, but he has to open them again to squint up at Rodney. “S’it alright with you if I do?” “Oh, yes. Of course, I just, uh. It’s just that… which is to say um, you’re youand I’m me and I just uhh… can we perhaps try again? Sometime soon? For scientific reasons, of course.” “Rodney,” John murmurs. “Hmm?” “Shut up.” “Right. Yes. Shutting up now.” It lasts for all of two seconds. “Really though? Are you sure? You literally just outed yourself in front of the entire expedition and, and, and—” “I know,” John says and he’s so close to falling back asleep. “Still. No regrets.” “Huh,” is the last thing John hears before the darkness claims him once more.

[shipmistress9]

D E F G H I J K L M N O P, Q R S T U V, W X Y and Z 😇😉. I sung the alphabet while writing this as well 😂. You don’t have to answer all of them though, just pick which ones you want 😊.

🤣🤣🤣

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

My fandom life would be easier if I liked Heathstrid at least a little bit... But I can’t and I don’t really want to, either...

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

The oneshots Spin The Bottle and Pick Me Up.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Given that I only learned about the existence of fandom as a concept in late 2016, the longest I’ve ever been in a fandom is roughly 4,5 years.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Many! Currently it’s Hiccstrid and Hicretstrid. And maybe a little Zelink. But thinking back, I think my very first OTP was when I was around five years old. From the Captain Tsubasa anime series, Tsubasa and... I don’t even know her name... 🤣 There was this girl who always cheered him on and was his no.1 fan. ANd in hindsight, I think I also shipped Tsubasa... with nearly all other players, mainly, Taro Misaki, Jun Misugi, and Kojiro Hyuga. 🤣

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

TV-shows, mostly. I prefer the visuals over books and I prefer the slower development over those in movies.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Not caused me to stop liking them. But in some cases (ATLA and TDP, to name two) it raised my expectations so high that, when I finally got to dip into them, I was rather underwhelmed. It also didn’t help that I already knew the ending and some major plot points. If there’s one sure way to dampen my excitement it’s spoilers.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

Supernatural. Pretty much all other fandoms I dip into occasionally, I knew at least a little before. But literally everything I know about Supernatural is from seeing posts here. 🤣

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I can’t think of an individual character right now, but in general an arc I like is someone (re-)learning to trust.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Snotlout has a great relationship with his dragon. Valka, too. Gobber and the twins are always fun, in their own ways.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Already answered before.

Hmm... First, I wanted to say Astrid. And I'd enjoy having her as a friend, as someone to challenges me to be more active, to work on my skills and someone to talk.

But I think, I'd enjoy being friends with Hiccup, too. I'd like to brainstorm ideas, ponder over inventions and exchange ideas. Geek out about dragons!

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Acceptance, respect, and some common sense. But that’s not just fandom...

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

My very long list of favoured songs randomly gave me 9 Crimes by Damien Rice. There once was an absolutly stunning AMV with this song about the TV-show The Legend Of The Seeker, The Sword Of Truth (based on the books by Terry Goodkind). I was deeply in love with Richard’s and Kahlan’s relationship, and with Cara on a general level. That AMV featured them all, and I loved it!

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Oh, oh, oh, oh! I just thought about this modern meet-cute AU for Hiccstrid a few days back, might as well write it down here. (And will also copy it over into an individual post, I think...)

Hiccup is a single father of a three-years-old daughter. One day, he meets Astrid in a supermarket; she’s in front of him at the check-out and when he hears her voice, he’s stunned. Because he knows her voice, hears it every day. Because she lend her voice to one of these talking toys for toddlers.His daughter’s favourite toy.

Hiccup always liked that toy best, too, because it didn’t sound as annoying as most others. Pleasant even. When he sees and hears Astrid, he recognises her voice in an instant. He jokingly thanks her for making his days more bearable. She’s confused, who is this weirdo? So he tries to explain. “The toy. My daughter’s toy. It’s your voice. A pleasant voice. I listen to it every day.” He keeps getting weirder, stammers, turns red like a tomato, until he eventually just flees, wishing a hole would open up to swallow him, that was so embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Astrid is touched. Knowing that there is at least one little girl who likes the toy she helped create. And her father, apparently. Who had been cute. In how shy he’d been. And how excited. She’s sorry he left before she was able to talk to him and thank him.

Over the next days, Hiccup would think of her a lot. Every time he hears her voice again, he’d think of her. Her face. Her smile. Until they, eventually, meet again... ^^

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Answered before

None, really. There are several fandoms I grew out of, like Sailor Moon or Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. But I wouldn't say I abandoned them. I still enjoy seeing content about them.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Those of the rider with their dragons. Hiccup&Toothless. Astrid&Stormfly.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Pretty much all of my headcanons are about Hiccstrid in one way or combination. One of my personal favourites is that Astrid has a tiny birthmark on the back of her neck. She doesn’t even know it’s there, she can’t see it and it’s almost always covered by her hair anyway. But Hiccup knows it’s there. And he loves to place a kiss on it. It tickles and would always make her giggle. And she smells so nice.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

*snorts* No. If there are people who don’t share my headcanons, then... they don’t have to? I can live and be friends with people regardless of whether we share the same headcanons or not. And if people keep attacking me for mine, I’ll just block them and walk away. Arguing about something like that is not worth my time.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Astrid. HTTYD.

erm...

uh...

I really have difficulties thinking of favourites from any other fandoms here! xD

uhm...

Princess Zelda from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Kaladin Stormblessed from the Stormlight Archives.

I might have a type here. Brave, strong, not always easy to deal with. Fiercely loyal. Stubborn. Proud. Honourable. that’s all three of them. ^^

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Same answer as the above, mostly. I think I already wrote a long answer to a similar question once. 🤔 I relate to Astrid in many ways. Loyal and reliable, not always easy to approach, often prefers to deal with her problems on her own instead of asking for help.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Anything jealously, especially it being portrayed as a sign of love or dedication. But also love triangles. Unnecessary.

Another thing I don’t like is when there’s a misunderstanding and they argue about it and get angry and yell and have a huge falling-out... when it all just boils down to them not listening.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Answered before.

Forbidden Romance. In any form. I just love the angsty tension it brings without the characters fighting or arguing about misunderstandings.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Supernatural, ATLA, TDP, MCU.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

With all the critical thinking that’s encouraged in fandom culture, I wish more people would remember Ratatouille and this quote by Anton Ego.

“In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.”

-- Anton Ego (Ratatouille)

Or at least respect it. It’s called entertainment and not lecture about every little detail that is wrong with other people’s opinions. I get why it’s important to look deeper and question meanings and intentions, I really do. But sometimes, I’d prefer to at least occasionally just enjoy something without getting lectured by others for it.

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Thank you! 😘💜

[otonymous]

The nsfw alphabet with Lucien bc I’m wondering what Lucien things are

Hi dear Anon!

Thanks for this fun Ask!  This was my first time working with the NSFW Alphabet prompt, and it was lots of dirty fun!  The fact that it’s about Lucien is a massive cherry on top 😂  Hope you enjoy it and happy reading! 💕

Warning: NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  

The ABCs of Lucien (MLQC Headcanon - NSFW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucien will gently wipe you clean with the softest towels while your legs are still trembling from his previous onslaught

Plants soothing kisses on your knees, stomach and upper thighs

He’s got that tall glass of water already waiting on the bedside table

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s weak for your ankles, especially the area around the achilles tendon

His favourite body part: his eyes, because he loves seeing all the colour you bring into his world

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Has no qualms about coming anywhere on your body, but especially loves coming inside you (creampies galore) and in your mouth

If you swallow, he’s on cloud nine and instantly ready for round two (the refractory period doesn’t exist for Lucien)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to watch you shower (you may or may not be aware of it)

He’s shaving, but also staring intently at your reflection in the mirror as you soap yourself behind the glass of the shower stall

The man is entranced as he follows the soapy bubbles with his eyes, trailing down your neck, sliding between your breasts…going all the way down to the apex of your thighs

Bonus points if he sees YOU shaving

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You best believe this man is experienced

There’s a reason they call him Professor — the man will school you in the ways of love 

Capable of getting you all hot and bothered with a single glance

This man’s hands, lips and tongue will anticipate your every need and desire

One night with him will ruin you for anyone else

F = Favourite Position

Lucien has a couple of favourites

Cowgirl: because he loves studying your facial expressions as you’re grinding and impaling yourself upon him.  Lucien loves to watch you reach your hand down to touch yourself at the same time.

Missionary: the professor loves the versatility of this position, as he can increase the depth with which he’s plowing into you just by throwing your legs over his shoulders — plus it allows him to plant kisses on his favourite body part of yours: the ankles

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

There is absolutely nothing funny about getting fucked to within an inch of your life (although you can feel free to laugh about it afterwards)

Sex with Lucien is INTENSE — you can hardly breathe when he’s really pounding into you, let alone laugh

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lucien is impeccably groomed and always fresh

Everything matches

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate — Lucien loves to look deeply into your eyes as he’s buried to the hilt in you; it almost feels spiritual at times

His dirty talk game is strong AND romantic at the same time

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Lucien masturbates daily, while thinking about you (especially when he’s in the shower)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Doing the deed in public — the man thrives on the thrill of almost getting caught

He actually loves it when people wise up to what the two of you were up to

Anything goes as long as no one actually walks in on you

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office at the research centre

Also enjoys bending you over a desk in an empty lecture hall

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

All that you are is Lucien’s biggest turn on

He loves whispering filthy sweet nothings in your ear in public, just to observe your embarrassed reaction

A big fan of black lingerie, fishnet stockings, garter belts

He’s your slave when you show up completely bare beneath a sleek trench coat, your outfit accessorized only by a pair of stilettos and a string of pearls around your neck

Bite your lip as you touch yourself in front of him - Lucien loves it when he gets a private show

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lucien doesn’t share, so multiple partners, threesomes, open relationships, etc. are out of the question

Other than that, anything goes with this seasoned professor

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys both, but especially loves making you come with his mouth alone — the man lives to study every minute reaction of yours to every flick of his tongue

The professor has a silver tongue in more ways than one  😉- you have never come so fast from oral alone

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lucien is versatile and adapts his pace to whatever the situation calls for

Lovemaking is often a mixture of both: starts off slow and sensual only to evolve into something rough and wild, and if the man is in a teasing mood (read: often), he will pull back to a relaxed rhythm just as you’re about to climax, driving you insane

He will typically jackhammer into you right when he’s about to come, leaving you breathlessly gasping for air and raking your nails down his sculpted back, biting into the firm flesh of his broad shoulders because you’re past the point of screaming

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves sex with you in general and all its variations

You’ll often engage in quickies since he has a penchant for taking you at any place and any time (read: public sex)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As long as it doesn’t involve anyone else other than the two of you, Lucien is game to try anything

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The man is a rabbit

Lucien is definitely not lacking in the stamina department and will have you screaming his name for hours until your voice becomes hoarse

His refractory period is so short, it’s almost unbelievable — he’s capable of getting hard again almost immediately after he climaxes

He often has to hold back for your sake

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The only toys he has are the ones he procured to use on YOU

Lucien loves to see you pushed to the edge of what your body can handle in terms of sexual stimulation

Professor Kink™ insists on having you insert a discrete bluetooth-controlled vibrator before you attend his lectures, just so he can activate it in the middle of his talk, right when he’s walking by your seat in the packed lecture hall.  Ever the talented multitasker, Lucien is capable of teaching even as he’s admiring the bright flush of your cheeks and the tremble of your legs

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Didn’t you know that teasing is Lucien’s middle name? (and you wouldn’t change a thing)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

The man can get LOUD with his low, sexy moans and he could care less about who hears — he wants the world to know he’s fucking you

The way that he moans and hisses through his teeth when he first enters your wet warmth drives you insane with desire

Has a tendency to pant softly in your ear just as he’s about to come (right before he sucks your lobe into his mouth)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Lucien loves to discreetly slip his hand beneath your skirt when you guys are riding on a crowded bus

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

The professor is well-endowed: above average length and girth, with a slight upwards curve

The man is cut

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He maintains his composure well, but you will also find his picture in the definition of “Thirsty”

The man’s sex drive is sky high when it comes to you (and only you)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a lot to tire Lucien out, so you’re more likely to fall asleep before he does

He loves to watch you drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile on your face after being so thoroughly fucked

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 Tobirama prides himself in being smart.

  It doesn't take too long for him to notice things - he grows up realising that he will never be the brother that matters. It is a horrible thing to grow up with, many would say so, but Tobirama likes to think of himself as an opportunist. His father's infatuation and laser focus on making Hashirama his next-in-line had always allowed him to slip under his father's watchful gaze.

  And like a smart man, he makes the most out of that fact, milking the way his father's ignorance allows him to pursue his education of choice and a major in Forensic. It momentarily spares him the need to be a model Senju, the kind he always sees in the city's newspaper before he throws them out.  It gives him some semblance of freedom.

  He takes his freedom and goes; until he doesn't and gets it thrown back in his face by the appearance of one (1) Uchiha Madara.

  Now, Tobirama had never liked Madara. He spent grad school with a pillow over his head just to avoid having to hear his brother's late-night phone calls with him. He never realised there was anything between them, subconsciously having filtered that out of his mind. Things got worse when the two were forced to meet face to face.

  Heated glanced from across the lecture halls ended up in fistfights on the front lawns of suburbian homes and parking lots of fast food joints. Tobirama never realised he unconsciously sought it out after a while - irking Madara suddenly became a hobby that stuck with him throughout his whole academic undergraduate career. And in a twisted way, he loved it.

  That is why meeting Madara in graduate school triggers some kind of a Pavlovian reflex within him. His fight-or-flight mechanism activates and as much as he is ready to start a fight then and there, fighting on academic ground is below him.

  Madara looks as good as Tobirama remembers him to, if good is defined by permanent eyebags and a sour demeanour that makes even Tobirama's own tasteless complexion pale in comparison. Not like he is any better. It is the beginning of the school year and he already looks like he had not slept a moment in the past three days, powered only by whatever caffeinated concoction he has in his obscenely pretentious KeepCup (it has a little wave motif on it, who the heck buys that?). Even his glasses are pretentious and yet he looks like he was born for the academia, despite those tattoos on his face.  

  When Madara saunters past him like he is happy to see him, Tobirama sniffles at the poor attempt at antagonisation. He is amused by Madara's claims, though that does not stop him from being an ass about it. He is not supposed to be amused.

  "I did and that is precisely why I am here. I have no wish to buy myself a piece of paper - no need for it if I am able to earn it by my own merit," Tobirama's eye twitches at how stupid he sounds, talking like an old man from a historical series that no one even watches anymore. As an afterthought, as if he owed Madara an actual honest reply, he adds:

  "It is close. I want to stay near Hashirama and the family. Not to mention it offers good education, but none of that explains why you are showing your Piccaso-esque mug around here. What, did your precious daddy cut you off?"

  If he didn't say anything snarky, one would have thought Tobirama's had a change of heart over the summer break. Unfortunately for those around him, that is not so. The real reason is him not being able to function yet. His cup is still full and his fingers are simultaneously itching to grab it as they are itching to grab Madara by the neck. Really, it all boils down to quick decisions and Tobirama's morning psychosis is begging him to snap and snap Madara's neck too on the way.

  He chooses to glare at the man over the rim of his glasses instead.

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[blondeblackwidow]

S U R E F I R E: CH VII

summary: amicea has been a queen since her eleventh day of life. with the first order’s shadow beginning to grow, and with the love of her life joining on the opposing side, while thrown into in an engagement with the newest commander in the first order. she begins to feel her control on her own life spiral. 

pairings: poe dameron x original character x kylo ren

header made by the lovely @whirlybirbs​ !

Ch VII. the opposition (AMICEA)

The Queen’s meeting hall was a large room with stone walls, and grand windows. It was meant to seem larger than life, to intimidate, to inspire, even. The chairs at the main table were simple, nothing about them was special. The head of the table though, had a large velvet chair with gold adornment. It was a visual reminder that only one person wore a crown in this room. 

She felt like her neck was going to break from the metaphorical weight of it before this was all over. Kylo sat at her right, a few trusted advisors scattered around, and the vultures in recycled Imperial uniforms filled the empty chairs. One of them, pale and red haired, had worn his wool great coat and thick trousers, sweat was brewing on his brow already from the sun.

  Good. She thought. Let him be uncomfortable.

This meeting wasn’t one of happenstance or coincidence. First Order troopers have been scouring the outer mining villages for weeks. Amicea was waiting for them to have enough gall to ask for what they wanted. So here they were, troopers shifting in their boots, and officers standing as she made her entrance. 

She wore another white gown, her own act of rebellion against the wolves swallowing her palace in black. Her lords were first to rise, followed by Kylo, and then the generals who needed some reminding of their manners. She took a seat at the head of her table, and the room filled with silence as the rest of her guests sat. She waited, finally looking over at Kylo, before starting to speak.

  “Are we going to talk or?” She turned back toward the men. Her hands folded neatly in her lap. She felt like she should be nicer, but all she could think about were Kylo’s words in the gardens.

“Your Majesty.” Lord Vadik, spoke first. “The people in the capital have felt unnerved by the First Orders presence.” 

“I believe we talked about this?” She furrowed her brow and Kylo sunk in his chair. “They were supposed to pull out weeks ago.”

“The Supreme Leader thought it best to leave the troops in the Capital…” Kylo began

“The Supreme Leader isn’t Queen, Commander Ren.” Her tone was cold, and ice-like. The officers in the room were shifting in their seats at such a remark about their master. “Pull all marked troopers out of my city, please.” She cleared her throat. “Is that it?” They all blinked, wondering how to word their next comments. 

“The First Order needs access to the mining villages, your highness.” The red headed one spoke first.

“What is your name?” 

“General Hux.” He smiled with pride.

“Well, General, your highness is reserved for Princes and Princesses. And I haven’t been a princess since I was an infant.” She forced a smile back, quickly letting it fade. “I was also under the impression that the First Order was already in the mining villages.” She quirked her head. “Unless I have my facts wrong.” 

“We have sent out preliminary patrols to confirm…”

“Why wasn’t this told to me?”

“It was a secure project -”

“Security? You can’t possibly be doubting my loyalty when I’ve already agreed to marry your commander.” She scoffed.

“The mining villages have a rare crystal.” Kylo interrupted the banter. “We need them in order to continue operations. It’s nothing that your economy considers of value, you won’t notice it’s gone.” She nodded slowly. He was a breath of fresh air in this room, the dark robes and pointed glances felt like they would suffocate her. 

“There is one more matter.” Hux stood. “About the title of our commander upon marrying her Majesty.” She smirked at the correct use of her title.

“Prince Consort, as all husbands of Adroran Queens before him.” Lord Vadik responded and Amicea turned to a very uncomfortable Kylo.

“We believe that this is not suitable for a man of his achievement.” Hux smirked. “King consort is more appropriate.” Every lord in the room choked. The once soft and kind queen that was hidden during this meeting, truly died at that moment. 

“King?” She laughed, and stood. 

“We believe..” 

“You believe what, General Hux?” She tilted her head. “The was a Hux that was part of the Empire as well, if I’m not mistaken. And he only had one son, which was a bastard.” Her face fell flat. “I would rather burn then let a bastard boy lecture me on titles.” 

“Your Majesty.” Kylo gestured softly, offering his hand, as if to calm her. Maybe in the garden weeks ago, it would have worked. But now, here was a room full of vulturous Generals trying to take what was hers, and she couldn’t be calmed. “You were born to lead your planet, to protect it.” His voice rang in her ears.

  “In case you all are unclear, the title of King goes to the male monarch of Adrora. The title of Queen goes to his wife or the female monarch. The title of Prince consort is exclusively reserved for the husband of the Queen.” She placed both her hands on the table, leaning forward. “Whatever you believe in, whether it be some magic energy that binds us or your Supreme Leader. Being Queen is my birthright.” She growled. “You try to undermine that again, Generals, I will give the New Republic what they need to burn you to the ground before you can even blink.” She nodded and folded her hands back in their place, turning and exiting the grand hall.

= 

Amicea sat on her balcony overlooking the ocean, she had been crying for a couple of hours. Her family had ruled this planet for generations, her father held it strongly in the face of the Empire, and all she could feel was her grip on her people loosening the longer the Destroyers stayed in orbit.

She felt like she might lose it completely when she goes through this marriage. 

“If it helps, I didn’t know Hux was going to try that, I am sorry.” Kylo spoke from behind her, she jumped, only to relax when she saw his face. He pulled up the second chair next to her. 

“Considering that it’s not the reason I’m crying, it’s not much solace.” She half smiled and pulled her knees to her chest. She felt so informal, but she felt so lost, she just wanted to feel normal for once in her life. 

“Why are you, then?” 

She sighed, how does she put into words that her system is rapidly spinning out of her control, and she felt like the best shot she had feeling at ease in her life stormed out of her chambers months ago. “It’s complicated.” She finally responded. 

“I do apologize for any part I’ve played in it.”

“I’ve done it all to myself.” She sighed. “You should get back to your ship, I doubt your Supreme Leader would appreciate you associating with such a traitor.” She responded, staring at the shoreline. 

“Amie, I am sorry for the way I acted..”

“You had no right.” She snapped. 

“I think there was some justification to it all.” Amicea whipped her head to stare at him.

“You cannot be serious, justifying going through my things, reading notes that were personal to me, from someone who came long before any proposal was ever suggested..” Her volume was going louder with each word as she stood.

“The Order would have laid waste to your planet if they had caught you.” He began to yell to match her.

“Why?! He’s just a republic pilot, who cares what his opinion of the First Order is?! It’s the same as everyone else on Hosnian Prime.” 

“Because he’s not just a Republic pilot anymore, he’s a commander in Organa’s Resistance.” She felt all the air escape her lungs. Poe Dameron was her grey area, her neutral zone and he had officially stepped over the line. “This is so much bigger than you realize. Snoke has a plan, and he will crush whoever is in his way. I know you love your people, and I care about you, so please, get rid of the notes, and anything else you have. If you are named a sympathizer your life will become so much harder.

“Like it’s already so easy? Your troops are going to land in the villages tomorrow. I am not naive, Ren, they are not going to be courteous to my people. They will take what they want and leave them to die.” She pressed a finger into his chest. “I am trapped in a life I cannot control, and am losing more and more of my planet everyday, because you and your precious order have your sights set on me and my people and no one will tell me why.” Kylo opened his mouth to speak and she kept going. “Unless whatever you are about to say is the entire truth, I suggest you take your leave, and do not come back until I call for you.” 

He simply bowed his head and left the room, too struck to speak. 

Amicea stared out at the sea. She turned to her glass cups on the outside tea table and threw them against the stone, and she screamed. 

A queen's life is never her own. Her mother’s words rang in her ears. It will always belong to her people.

[voiceofreader]

the whole a-z NSFW for Izuku Midorya please?

I’ve gotten this request like three times now. So, I had to get it done. Writing this has given me a thirst for Young Midoriya that I thought I never would acquire. Forgive me, Katsuki, I didn’t mean to accidentally fall in love with Deku.

A-Z Izuki Midoriya (Lemony)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after): He is the sweetest most attentive person ever. He is making sure you’re content. After you’re all settled, he’ll cuddle up with you and hold you tight.

B = Body part (They’re favorite body part as well as their partners): After injuring himself a lot, he actually doesn’t like his body much because of all the scars and marks. He’s a bit embarrassed to show off his body for those reasons.

It’s already proven he’s gotta thing for boobs. But his favorite part on you is your hands. Just because of how smooth and small they are compared to his. It isn’t a dirty thing, he loves to hold your hands in his, or feel your soft touch on him. It’s very comforting.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum):  Izuku really wants you to cum before him. If he’s close and you haven’t orgasmed yet, he’ll focus purely on your pleasure first and then go back to his own.

D = Dirty secret  (Dirty Secret of theirs): Izuku watches porn. It’s not that big of a deal, but to him it is. He will die if anyone, especially finds out. He’ll be so mortified. It’s not just the act of watching, reading it that embarrasses him, it’s the type that he watches. Not only does he not want anyone finding out what he’s into watching, but what he gets off on.

Also, he can get really caught up in the plot and stop wacking off. He’ll pull his pants back up, and enjoy the dialogue if it’s that interesting enough, and he will also rewind certain parts.

And yes, he also sometimes takes notes from what he sees. Because, I 100% believe he’s doing hardcore research on how to properly please you so when it finally comes to it, he’s prepared.

E = Experience (How experienced are they): This broccoli boy went into this with barely a first kiss down. He was a pure, innocent boy before you.

F =  Favorite position (Basically says it in the title): Really likes you on top. He loves you riding him. He can see almost all of you, and if he’s also sitting up, he can just kiss you while you roll your hips into his.

G = Goofy (How serious are they? Do they prefer joking?): This kid is hella nervous during the first handful of times you two were doing it, so he’s stuttering, clumsy and muttering to himself a lot. If you can calm him down, he’s going to be a soft smiley boy. Now, when he’s more confident in himself, he’s casual and sweet. There’s no harm in joking or laughing. He’s joining in on the fun once he makes sure you’re not laughing at him.

H = Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes? Are they groomed?):  It’s a bit messy and unkempt. Only if you don’t make a comment about it. He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with the bushy mess unless you have a preference.

I = Intimacy (How they are during the moment): He’s clumsy and blushy. He’s blushing the whole time. He will try to hide his face and that usually ends up with him either kissing you or his face in your neck and then he’ll kiss you there. He tries to keep all his attention on you and he makes sure you’re comfortable. All in all, he’s in absolutely love with you and he’s the happiest boy.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon): He’s not an avid masturbator, but he does do it, like above, he usually has some sort of xxx entertainment to help get him to the finish line. He usually does it to help calm his nerves before bed.

K = Kink (One of their kinks): He really has a thing for you dressing up all cutesy. Like in pastel colors, and flowy lace things. You just look so cute to him. Baby doll lingerie is his absolute favorite and biggest turn on.

L = Location (Favorite place): His favorite place is the bedroom. It’s private, safe, comfortable and the most appropriate place.

M = Motivation (What turns them on): Just affection in general. Just love him. I mean, anything you do gets him a blushy mess. But like, if you really show that you put in effort to love him. Like if you dress up special for him, plan a really extravagant date, draw up a bath to share, make a cute playlist to do it to, he’s forever grateful and it turns him on a lot.

N = No (Something they won’t do): Doesn’t want to hurt you. Nothing rough. He’s scared to accidentally hurt you, and also even if you might like it, he doesn’t. He can’t do it.

O = Oral (Giving or receiving): He doesn’t have that big of a preference either way. Although, if you go down on him, he doesn’t last long at all. He just can’t believe you’re willingly doing that to him?? You’re putting his dick in your mouth, and you’re really really great at it and you look so beautiful. He finishes so quickly because he just gets so into it. On the other hand, once he masters his own method of going down on you, and gets confident with it, he’s going to be doing it a lot because he really wants to make sure you feel as great as he does.

P = Pace (Are they fast or slow):He can go whatever speed he or you want(s). He can go faster when you’re begging for it, but when he’s just wanting to love you, he’s going to be more soft and slow.  

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies): He’s into them. Like the first time you pulled him into the bathroom stall for a quick go, he’s dazed. He’s bewildered. He loves it. He rarely will try to initiate it. He lets you take the lead on those.

R = Risk (Will they be down to experiment in risky locations): It depends on the areas, but yeah. If you’re into it, he’ll be most likely into it as well. He trusts that you’re not trying to purposely get caught when you start seducing him out in the open and leading him to a closet, or a public bathroom. Although, if you two are together while in the dorms, you might be able to convince him to do it on the common floor. In the showers, or the common area on the couches, or on a table in the dining hall. Although, those more risky areas, he doesn’t fully comprehend where he’s at until afterwards. Like you’re so damn irresistible that he doesn’t completely understand that his dick is out and Aizawa, or even another student could just walk into the common area and see you two. It’s not until you two get done or almost get caught that what just happens is there in full consciousness. He’ll lecture you for being so irresponsible but that doesn’t mean you’re not gonna do it again, because it’ll happen a lot. He forgives you pretty quick.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go): This boy can go for however long as you want. He has stamina for DAYS.

T = Toy (Do they own toys and if they do, will they use them): He doesn’t have much knowledge on toys, but will use them if you want to.

U = Unfair (How much will they tease): He is the fairest one in all the land. He gives in without you asking. He doesn’t even have the thought of holding back.

V = Volume (How loud are they if they even are): He cries and whimpers and tells you how good you feel. Although, he’s pretty quiet about it. Just loud enough for you to hear.

W = Wild card (Headcanon of choice): He doesn’t know how hot he can be. Like you turn him on constantly and immensely. He doesn’t think he has the same effect on you. But oh boy, he does. He can be a bit touchy but he doesn’t know that sometimes where he touches, as innocently as it may be, isn’t. Or sometimes he says something that wasn’t supposed to be suggestive at all, but the way it sounds makes it xxx. And he doesn’t know that. 6/10 times he turns you on, he doesn’t know he did or does it on accident.

X = X-Ray (What’s going on down there): He’s got an above average girth size. What he lacks in length, he makes up for in width.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive): Everything you do can and will give him a boner. So as long as you’re in existence, he is horny af all the time.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep):He’s one of those people who will scroll on their phone for hours when they’re supposed to be going to sleep. He’ll stay up the whole night if you keep talking to him. Or if you don’t fall asleep or can’t sleep, he’ll be awake with you.

But in general, he falls asleep after you do.

Y’all I’m tired, and might be getting the plague, so I’m a bit out of it. Also, I’m a big drugged up, trying to manage the pain in my right hand/wrist from my carpel tunnel. So if there’s any typos or grammatical errors, I’m sorry.