#otp: sitting waiting wishing

[tossawary]

Thinking about a comedic "Star Wars" fic premise that could be either DinLuke or BobaLuke, not as an "OTP happily ever after" thing for either pairing, more as a series of ill-conceived hook-ups that everyone involved wishes were a little less emotionally complicated, actually.

Because the basic (been done before, I'm sure) premise of "I fucked a 19yo in Mos Eisley's only gay bar, that's kind of embarassing for me..." -> "I hate it when a past hook-up becomes a- MULTI-MILLION CREDIT bounty??? What the hell??? He killed HOW MANY people???" -> "Oh, fuck me, he's DARTH VADER'S SON!!!" works for either Boba or Din.

The flavor of the fic is of course extremely different for each pairing. Boba Fett is much more of an asshole, especially at this point in time, but he also has a lot of really interesting connections to Luke's past / family (Boba is SWEATING during his later meetings with Darth Vader). (He fucked a Jedi??? He fucked ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S kid??? Darth Vader is Skywalker??? Shit.) So, that has the potential to go to angstier places. DinLuke is just more likely to happen in the first place and also keep happening, because Din is less of a bastard and, you know, not canonically working for Jabba the Hutt or Darth fucking Vader.

(They're both 10+ years older than Luke, so you can make terrible helmeted daddy issues jokes about this silly situation either way.)

Because I enjoy fic premises based on how funny they are to me personally, I settled on both of these pairings. It's too funny to imagine Boba ("I'm too fucking old for this shit") Fett and Din ("The helmet has to stay ON during sex") Djarin having a "WAIT, HIM TOO???" moment in the middle of a firefight between Luke's little rebel friends and a bunch of other bounty hunters sent after them by Luke's shitty Sith Lord dad.

And Luke's friends, in between shooting at all of these competing bounty hunters, are like, "How do you already have TWO bounty hunter EXES out for your ass??? I thought you were only 20? 21?? And that you never even left Tatooine before you joined the Rebellion???" And Luke can only be like, "I lived near a spaceport, okay??? I'm SORRY that the only good club was in a wretched hive of scum and villainy called MOS EISLEY!"

Han Solo, pressed up against some crates for cover: "Look, kid, the criminal underworld doesn't have a lot of hard rules, but some things are just common sense... Don't fuck bounty hunters!!!"

Luke, sitting beside him: "Do we really have to do this now?"

Leia, on Luke's other side, leaning in as she pulls out a thermal detonator: "Who RAISED you??? Didn't anyone ever tell you never to sleep with Mandalorians???"

Luke: "Why would your parents even think to warn you about that?"

[listrinha]

As a multishipper with Payneland as my otp I would love sooo much to see a fic where Edwin develops a fling with the Cat King before being end game with Charles.

Nothing serious but just enough to allow Edwin to explore his sexuality, his needs and his need of being needed in that way. But still casual as in maybe a friend's with benefits way (don't want my poor meow meow getting hurt).

I can envision him saying "he makes me feel seen", in a way that Charles hasn't seen him yet (cause he needs some glasses). And maybe that's the push he needs to actually see him in that way, as a romantic prospect.

And maybe this, or the feeling that Edwin's affections might be slipping away, is the solid evidence that Edwin might be moving on would do it for him.

Cause just because Charles wants to take his sweet time figuring "the rest out" doesn't mean Edwin has to sit and wait forever. There are hot boys falling for him everywhere he goes. Charles better keep up!

Also, I think it would be super funny if when they finally get together, Edwin is the most experienced one of them. I believe Charles might have had some heated make out sessions when he was alive (and maybe even with Crystal?) but I bet he died a virgin just as much as Edwin.

And then, bam, tables are turned. Street smart guy for the first time is unsure of what he's doing. Edwin knows and will lead the way.

Please fic writers attend my wishes please!

[novaonhere]

Quiet Nights

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: Cal has a dream that totally goes against the Jedi code. During his panic, you come to check on him and find him in a comprisable position.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: ITS SMUT TIME FOLKS, 18+, oral f! receiving, no condom, cussing, choking (duh the force?)

A/N: Delicious, I drank a full 32 oz of water after this

Prompt: Imagine your OTP where one of them had a dream about the other person and tries to act normal, but fails miserably, so the other one notices and gets curious about what the dream was about.

(gif not mine)

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You yawn, filling up your cup with water from the bathroom sink. You gulp it down, refreshing you as much as a glass of water at 3:34 am could. It was nice having a bigger bathroom; you're used to the small Mantis bathroom instead of this spacious one on Jedah. You, Cal, Bode, and Greez have arrived to the Hidden Path's base to touch base with Cere and learn more about this Tanalorr place. It seemed intriguing, but you were still on the fence if such a place could even exist.

Now here you stand, staring yourself down in the mirror, filling up another glass of water. As soon as you turn off the tap, a very faint and quiet noise echoes throughout the halls. Curious, you open the door, the noise just becoming ever so slightly louder. Time to investigate!

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Cal twists and turns in his guest bed, his entire upper body reddened. Soft moans escape his lips. He was burning, and he couldn't bring himself to wake up. Hell, he didn't want to wake up. This was the best dream he had ever had!

You had surprised him with a night for just the two of you, walking through the forests on a planet he could not name. The trees towered above you, vibrant with their green leaves. They bring in just enough light to highlight the rugged dirt path. You both were holding hands, just enjoying each other presence. Now, the dream changed, and it most definitely explains Cal's reddened complexion as he lies in bed.

You're now hovering over him, in a beautiful matching set, perfectly complementing your skin tone. Lace runs up and down your body, showing off your curves and parts that Cal only wishes he could actually touch. You leaned in for a passionate kiss, straddling the man. He could basically feel you in his subconscious.

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The sounds started to become louder the closer you got to you and the guest bedroom next door. Who was staying in there again? Is that Cal? You tip toe up to the door, placing an ear beside it. Yep, that's him, is he alright? You knock quietly, waiting for a response. The response never came. You knock a bit louder this time. A gasp fills the room, as well as some frantic shuffling.

"Cal?" You whisper to the door, the shuffling stopping immediately. "Are you alright?"

"Come in," He blurted, immediately regretting it. You hesitantly open the door, the light from the hallway showing a line of brightness on the man. He's sitting against the headboard, the blankets ruffled around his crotch and legs.

"Nightmares?" You ask, taking a step in and quietly closing the door behind you. "Would you like to talk about it?" You squint your eyes to get a better look at him, your eyes still adjusting to the dark. His are as wide as possible, extremely dilated from the darkness and the dream.

"I'm okay, thanks for checking, goodnight." He rambles, trying to sink into his bed. This only makes you more curious. As you eyes get more adjusted, you notice that his cheeks match his hair.

"Oh," You realize, blushing as well. "My apologizes." You giggle, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. "Who?" Cal just blinks.

"What?"

"Who was it! Mr. Jedi, Mr. I can't ever think about another person in a romantic or sexual way." You tease, playfully hitting his foot. He purses his lips together, causing your grin to only become greater. "Oh, come on Cal! This is big! Who?"

"Why is it so important?" He grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Oh my god, do I know them?" You cross your legs, fully facing the clearly embarrassed Jedi. He rolls his eyes, but the redness only darkens and spreads. You giggle gleefully. You hum, trying to think of who it could be.

You really hoped it was you. For months you've been trying to hint to him about your feelings, sometimes very vague, but other times very blunt. The rest of the crew caught on immediately, but the gears in Cal's brain just didn't seem to click. You've tried asking about dating and his romantic life, but he always brought up the Jedi Code, making your want for him only increase. You've had dreams, dreams of you being together, living through the rebellion, being together, domestically and intimately.

You're expression must softened as you were thinking because Cal coughed to get your attention. Now it was your turn to blush.

"You going to guess or let me go back to sleep?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Now, you had a choice. Respect his want to go back to bed and continue about life, or be VERY BLUNT. You were tired, so there was only one right option.

"Was it me?" You ask, glancing around the room, trying to not meet his gaze. Cal's breath hitched, the blanket becoming too hot for his body. From the lack of response, you also started to heat up, clearing your throat. From the lack of response, you could only assume it was you. You. YOU?

You whip your head to face him, locking eyes. You... He wanted... you. You honestly couldn't believe it.

"Was it just a dream?" You mumble, Cal giving a questioning expression as you shift in your seated position. "Or do you actually have feelings?" You vulnerability seemed to easy Cal a bit, noticing how uncomfortable you were. He wanted to say the truth, but he didn't want to make it weird. Would it be weird? Eh, tonight was the "going for it" kinda night.

"Months." He simply states, trying to relax against his headboard. You perked your head up from your gaze into your lap. You cheeks redden, your breathing quickens, and something feels, different. The atmosphere feels intoxicating, but in a you shouldn't leave way. With the prolonged eye contact, you feel ass if Cal notices the feeling as well. You notice his hand are now at his sides, and there's an obvious lump by his lap. That weird feeling starts from your stomach and falls down your body, closer to your belly button.

"Months?" You repeat, raising an eyebrow. He purses his lips and nods. You hum. "Well..." You both grow silent, quiet. This had to be the quietest you too had ever been with each other. You waited for each other to make a move, but in all honesty, Cal was too vulnerable, physically. You start to feel the awkwardness subside and you feel yourself giggle.

"Hey, it's not funny." Cal frowns, while you shake your head.

"No, of course not." You compose yourself, scooting closer to the red head. "It's funny that we are telling each other we like each other with your dick out." Cal's face reddens completely, trying to compose himself as he places his hands over his lap. You outstretch your arms, pushing his hands away, causing the freckled man's eyes to widen dramatically. "Need any help?"

Cal practically springs up at you, locking your lips together in the most "I need you" kiss you've ever experienced. It was HOT. Like, you already started to sweat as your tongues fought each other. You needed him, you needed him so badly. He could feel that need from you, he wanted to provide that for you more than his dreams ever could. He pulled your up and into his lap, never once breaking the kiss. Your clit brushes against him, causing you to quiver in pleasure. He notices your movements and moves your hips back and forth on him, earning himself a quiet moan from you. He chuckles, retracting his lips from yours and goes for your neck. Your arms are around his shoulders, dragging your fingertips through his hair. You continue to moan and gasp into his ear, trying to stay quiet.

"You're wearing too many clothes for this," He comments, lifting the bottom of your shirt. You instantly comply, throwing it over your head and onto the floor. He goes back for your lips as you also tug on his shirt.

"Match?" You ask, giving him a small smile. He gladly follows through with your request, throwing his shirt toward yours. Your eyes wander down to his toned chest, scars and freckles decorating his body. You feel a fluttering sensation down there.

"Well if we're going to match you need that all off." He motions to the rest of your body, causing your to giggle and raise an eyebrow.

"You dont wear pants to bed, but a shirt?"

"Hey, my arms get cold. Allow me," He states going back in for a kiss. You immediately deepen it, allowing his tongue into your mouth to explore. All the while he waves his hand and your bra unclasps. Startled you pull away.

"Force?" You ask, tossing your bra away. He smiles, nodding, staring at you. He's never seen you like this, and boy was he going to enjoy and savor it. "Well, what else can you do?" He picks you up and slides you to be propped up where he once was, with the blanket still covering his lower half. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, but before he does any more, he looks up at you. This causes your to blush, appreciative of the asking for permission. The knot in your core only tightens, god he was hot. Nodding, he slips them down with ease, along with your underwear. He crawls up to your face, giving you more kisses. He starts to trail down your body, more moans and gasps leaving you as he goes over your bare body. Finally he reaches below your belly button. He places light kisses to your thighs as he opens your legs with his free hand. You're practically dripping with anticipation by this point. He continues to kiss you, going closer to your inner thighs and to your opening. Propping your legs open with his body and arm, he proceeds to trail more and more kisses closer and closer.

Your arms are clutching the sheets by your sides, the amount of pleasure awaiting you but just out of your reach. The amount of teasing is excruciating; you need him. You moan louder and louder the closer he gets to your clit. Then, he proceeds to rub his tongue around your clit in circles. Your breathing hitches and becomes irregular.

"Fuck-" You cry out, making Cal only want to do more things to you. You were already so wet that he easily slid a finger into you, causing you to moan. He pumps in and out of you, slowly, making sure to curl his fingers up into you. How he knew how to do this you'll never understand, but holy shit was he doing a good job. He slides in another finger, starting to pick up the pace. Your hips start to have a mind of their own, fighting against him to push him deeper.

"Tell me," he states, looking up at you. His chin is glistening with you, his eyes so dilated they were almost black. His mouth hung open slightly, totally getting off to pleasing you.

"Deeper," You whine, and he grants your wish. He pushes deeper into you, causing you to whine out in pleasure.

"Holy Shit, Cal," You cry out, breathing erratically. The knot in your core tightens more, needing to find a good time to release. He quickens the pace, leaning over you to bring your lips together. Oh yea, that did it. You feel yourself just let go and this amount of pleasure and warmth rushes over you. It's so much that you moan out more expletives and his name repeatedly. After your high, you just see him. You need more, and god did you want to get more.

"Fuck me," You command, and he obliges. Pulling you closer to him, he uncovers his member, resting it on your stomach as he gets situated. He pulls a pillow and rests it under your lower back to make sure you don't hurt yourself, and keeping your ankles over his shoulders. You couldn't look away from him. Even his dick was freckled, which was kinda cute, but all you cared about was him and the fact you needed him in you.

"Are you ready?" He asks, noticing he has his dick in hand, ready to line himself up.

"Fuck, please," You groan, already closing your eyes in anticipation. He slides in, both of you moaning in pleasure.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)," he breathes out, barely over a whisper. His head is tilted back, holding onto your ankles. Your hands are by your lower stomach, trying to feel him in you from the outside because holy shit was he filling you full. He slowly starts to pump in and out of you, fully in, and fully out. Every pump in, you moan in delight. Sweat rolls down the both of you as you fill the room with heat and the sounds of pleasure. He starts to go faster, holding onto your thighs to bring you even closer.

"Cal~" You moan, holding your hands to your mouth because you knew you were about to get pretty loud. Without much thought, he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. You push up onto all fours as he makes his way between your legs, entering you once more. Your arms give out, pushing your face into a pillow. This was helpful for covering your moans, but Cal wanted to hear them as he railed you. Carefully, he commanded the force to pull you up, by the neck. At first, only gently to not hurt you but to get up. You clenched in pleasure, moaning even louder. So, he also tightened his grip. Damn, so this is what he could do. After a bit more relentless railing, you felt your core have that same tightening sensation.

"Cal, I'm gunna-" You moan as he quickens the pace, causing you to moan out.

"Me too, fuck." He whispers out, nearing his release. Hearing him cuss like that over you sends you over as you scream out in delight. You clench onto him and release, an explosion of pleasure ruptures over yourself. His force lets go of you, making your head topple into the pillows. He grabs your hips and pushes him all the way, releasing into you. It's such a warm sensation, filling you up to the brim.You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breathes. He pulls out, his cum leaking out of you.

"Holy shit," You say in unison. Cal chuckles, reaching for his towel that is on a nearby chair.

"Here, to clean up." He throws the towel onto your exposed behind. You blush, cleaning up yourself as you sit up on the towel, just in case. You cover yourself with his blanket, a sudden chill running all over you. Cal slips his boxers on from a nearby dresser and sits down beside you.

"I never thought we'd do that," You state, leaning into him. He happily wraps his arms around you.

"I'm glad we did, because wow. Jedi's are really missing out." This causing a laugh to escape you, causing him to also chuckle. You start to stand, but Cal holds you down.

"Stay tonight?" He asks, motioning to the pillows. He smiles warmly, and how could you say no? You return the smile, shuffling yourselves under the blankets and heads on pillows. He lays on his back as you cuddle up onto his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso. His arm lounges behind and around your back, rubbing it up and down.

"Well, we can do that as much as you want," You giggle, cuddling into him more.

"I'd like that, but also the cute romantic stuff." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your head.

"Maybe a date?"

"I like the sound of that, in the morning?"

"Oh, let's go to the bakery down the street, I heard the have wonderful food." You smile, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"It's a date, goodnight (Y/N)." Cal whispers, closing his eyes. You hum back, already falling asleep. The smile never leaves your faces, even as you dream of what the future could hold for you two.

[tiramisu-neko]

You guys are getting angst wrong. I need angst where the main otp doesn’t work out, where they weren’t perfect for each other, where one fucked up the one perfect thing in their life so bad they couldn’t bear to go back. I want stories with sad endings, not sad as in one character dies, because death is mercy and having to see someone you used to love with your entire soul (and maybe you still do) laughing at someone else’s joke will always be infinitely worse, worse then waiting until the end to see them again knowing they would always eventually be yours. I want to see your heart ripped out of your ribcage the one time you tried so hard to open up. I want to see watching your ex move on while you sit here stuck in eternal limbo looking back on the time you had together and wishing on stray eyelashes, shooting stars, and every cherry-red cardinal you laid eyes on that you could get them back. I want to see you never having the courage to love anyone because you fear it being unrequited.

And that, is angst.

[boogiewoogieweeb]

11, 16, 65 🪽

hi curry! 🤗🤗🤗 thank you so much for the ask - it's always a pleasure to see you on my dash or in my notifs! (and congrats on FINALLY getting the nedward shirt🥳 i can't think of anyone more deserving after having to endure such long waiting times trials and tribulations!)

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

oh, now this is a difficult one, because how on earth do i link only three??? tell you what; i'll compromise, and we'll do five, okay? okay. and because i know you're a fellow joplittle afficionado, i'm listing five of my faves for our mutual otp (unranked and in no particular order):

To Guide His Banners by mia_ugly

quiet hours by MyresLight (aka the inestimable and my dearly beloved @maedhrus)

the comforts of home by hazelmotes

i've become the person who says darling by vegetas

ringing in your ears by @manicpixiedreamjop (hi gus! plugging your latest fic because i simply can't shut up about it!)

five, as i said; though i have so, so many more i wish i could share. and just so you know, having to choose these five alone was already an unbearably cruel, nigh herculean task 😩

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

a better question would probably be "do you ever stop nurturing fic ideas?" 😂 at any given moment, there are at least ten fic ideas rattling around in the lobster pot i call a brain, most of them half-baked and vaguely formed; some of them with some actual substance and merit to them.

lately, i've been overtaken by a nefarious subset of particularly horny thoughts regarding a certain first lieutenant from a doomed arctic expedition and all the various ways in which his anger and frustration at his captain's questionable leadership might manifest... which i wholeheartedly blame on matthew mcnulty's line delivery of, "you were told not to speculate", along with that delicious little lip-curling sneer he does when he says it.

granted, it's not really sharing an idea so much as it is Thirsting After That Middle-Aged Man™, but i figured if anyone would understand, it would be you, curry ❤️

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

as everyone and their mums probably knows by now, i'm currently busy with several wips. but the ones i'm most proud of and probably the most eager to finish are my terror lieuts vampire hunters/dhampir!jops au, and the sequel to two cupped hands; both of which are sitting at about 35% completion rate. unfortunately, i haven't had much motivation to write lately, and so the actual completion of said wips remains a sisyphean task at present. that being said, i'm nothing if not stubborn, so if it takes me ten more years to publish either of those wips, so be it. i know they'll find their audience regardless of how much time passes 😁

aaand that's it! once again, thank you curry for a wonderful set of questions - i had an absolute blast answering them, and i hope you have just as much fun reading my answers! ily!

[stuckybingo]

It is time to Resurrect Stucky!

Reclists Part 3

Back in December, the call was put out for fans to create a Stucky Renaissance on Tumblr. We at Stucky Bingo are all about our two favorite centenarians and participants for this event helped to create a series of reclists for all of our fellow Stucky enthusiasts to enjoy.

This reclist is dedicated to Fanart! Whether it is drawings, manips, or moodboards, it is all amazing.

I'd do more for you but I can't by Rufferto (Teen, Fanart, Warnings: Hydra, Winter Soldier) An AU where The winter Soldier never goes in for repairs without a fuss, that is unless a blonde tech named Grant James is there. The tech is actually Steve Rogers in disguise trying to get Bucky back.In order to fix Bucky he has to accidentally hurt him which Steve is sure is a certain type of villainy that doesn't sit well in his stomach. Hydra goons are everywhere and there's only so much he can do for now while he's been secretly transformed to only resemble Captain America to get to the Winter Soldier.

Beyond the finish line by otp-holic (General, Moodboard) What if Steve and Bucky were professional cyclists...

Waiting For Something More by Rufferto (Teen, Fanart) Cap and Bucky meet and Bucky has taken drastic measures to finally get his attention.

Steve? | Sketches by petiteallemande (General, Fanart) Steve watches Bucky turn to dust.

HoeHoeHoe by elkleggs (General, Fanart) Steve and Bucky making out.

Breakfast by capibuck (General, Fanart) Bucky cooking with Steve behind him, both smiling.

Like you latte by Smutconnoisseur (General, Moodboard ) Café owner Steve finally makes a move on the cute caffeine enthusiast author who spends his mornings typing away in his shop

Diplomatic incident by petite-madame (Teen, Fanart) I’m very flattered and I know it’s a present, but…I’m not really sure about the outfit and… Tututu. Exactly, it’s a PRESENT. From Princess Shuri HERSELF, so you got nothing to want. Or d'you want to create a diplomatic incident? ANOTHER ONE ? Alienating the whole U.N. wasn’t enough, you wish to add to the list the only country that’s willing to help us? Pfff, you are just feeling self-conscious because a couple of kids told you “Hi, Jesus, can you multiply our sandwiches?” when we were visiting the town this morning

sorry by muffinshark (Teen, Fanart) Steve with his head in Bucky's lap and Bucky embracing him

Strangers in the Night by purpleicedteas (Teen, Moodboard) Steve and Bucky's mornings in bed.

artist’s model by muffinshark (Teen, Fanart) Bucky gets dressed as Steve finishes painting

the artist by muffinshark (Teen, Fanart) Steve's drawings of Bucky with some doodles Bucky added

Fur Babies by Girl_Back_There (General, Moodboard) Steve and Bucky's Fur Babies

The Life of Bucky Barnes by petite-madame (Teen, Fanart Series) Images from Bucky Barnes' Instagram. My life with Steve, mainly, and tons of other stuff. Don't call me James.

[himbos-hotline]

𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

AO3 || Tumblr writing tag

Note:

It is totally fine to draw fanart of my fics [tag me if you post it. I will love you forever] and that stuff, it is not okay to reupload them or to post them on another website without my permission.

Reblogs and comments are the lifeblood of artists, reblog and comment on artwork [not just handdrawn ones] to keep an artist creating, its legit your only job...

1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

36). Talk to me (talk to me, talk to me) || Hangkenny || Prompt: Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise || 4k words

[invisibleraven]

Imagine your OTP saying I love youto each other five times without the actual (romantic) meaning of it. + if one time they say it right

Peterpatterlina

Julie wasn't sure she was breathing as she waited for Mr. Brunner to return her math test. Calculus had never been her strongest subject, and this test was a big one-so she had reason to be nervous.

"Hey," Reggie whispered. "You'll do great, I just know it."

"If I do it's only because you tutored me," Julie replied.

Unlike Julie, Reggie excelled at math, so when he heard she needed help, he was happy to offer his services. It got him out of his house in the afternoons and neither of them mentioned how Ray slipped him a few bucks after each session.

The tests were handed back and Julie turned hers over with trembling fingers. Preparing to see a sea of red when she looked. But... as she looked it over, there was almost no red there. And a big fat 82% on the top.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked, turning and shoving it in Reggie's face. "Look!"

"Told you that you had this," he said with a smirk.

"Because of you," she replied. "Reggie I love you."

He grinned. "Love you too Jules. Now let's get to lunch. Your treat."

2. Luke stuck his tongue out of his mouth as he worked on his latest song. It was almost perfect, but the bridge was giving him trouble.

"Need a hand?" Julie asked from her spot besides him on the couch. They had both been absorbed in their own song, hanging out in her garage as they often did, not needing to talk, just swap songs when they needed to.

"Yeah, this bridge is killing me," Luke replied, handing over his notebook. "You?"

"Nah, I'm good," Julie replied, humming the tune to his song, making little notations along the margins regarding tempo, then came to the bridge part. She then started writing, scribbling madly and Luke had to sit back in awe as she made something work that had flummoxed him so badly. "How's that?"

Luke looked it over, and then a wide smile split his face. "Molina I love you and your beautiful brain."

She smiled back. "The feeling's mutual. Now let's see if we can fix the chorus."

"Wait, what's wrong with the chorus?"

3. Reggie slipped through his window, creeping around the house and then jumped on his bike, taking off towards Luke's house.

Sure it was late at night, but Luke barely ever slept, and honestly Reggie knew he wouldn't either if he stayed at his house. Not with his parents going at it like they were. Plus Luke had offered Reggie a place to go any time he needed.

Thankfully it was a short bike ride, and he quickly stashed his ride in the back yard, so as to not piss Mrs. P off. He knocked against Luke's window where there was still a light on, and Luke opened it up, giving him his infamous boyish grin.

"Hey Reg. Hop on in."

Reggie grinned, hoisting himself over the ledge, and threw off his leather jacket. "Thanks. The folks were re-enacting World War Two in the living room, I needed an out."

"I told you, any time," Luke replied, sitting himself back on his bed. "You wanna cuddle or the sleeping bag?"

"Cuddles please," he said, shucking off his jeans as Luke killed the light. Climbing in beside Luke, letting himself be pulled into those arms of his. "Thanks Lu. Love you."

"Sweet dreams Reg."

4. The applause was still ringing out as Julie and the Phantoms left the stage, the four of them beaming as they entered their green room.

"That was legendary!" Luke whooped as he launched himself back onto the couch.

"I can't believe we actually did that!" Reggie exclaimed, rubbing his face with a towel.

Alex was buried in Willie's arms but shot them all a pleased smile, even as it looked like he was ready to doze off then and there.

"Guys... we just played The Orpheum," Julie exhaled. "We could go real places from here."

"To the top boss!" Luke grinned, but then noticed Julie's watery eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's just... I wish my mom was here for this."

The boys immediately got up and gathered her in a hug. Giving her all the support they could, even if they could never replace her mom. Julie sniffled and hugged them back. "Love you guys so much."

"Love you too boss," Luke replied.

"Forever and always," Reggie echoed.

5. Julie fluffed her hair in the mirror, and applied another layer of lip gloss before exiting her room. "How do I look?"

Reggie gave an exaggerated whistle while Luke pretended to use an imaginary camera, causing Julie to blush as she waved them off. "Thanks guys."

"Where you going Jules?" Reggie asked.

"Hot date," she replied, packing up her purse. "Dinner and a movie, but felt like making an effort. I really like this guy."

Luke felt a churning in his gut at that, sharing a look with Reggie. They had both discovered they had feelings for Julie long ago, and each other. But they had decided to not butcher their friendship and the band, the would keep their feelings to themselves.

Now it was coming back to bite them.

"Alright, I'm gone. Don't wait up!" Julie called at the door. "Love ya!"

"Be safe!" Reggie called.

"Have fun!" Luke added.

The door closed behind her and the boys shared another look-the sentiment clear. Fuck.

+1. Luke and Reggie decided to wait up-they both knew neither of them would be able to sleep until Julie got home.

But of course, neither of them could stay focused on any one thing either. Songs were all full of longing and scratched out phrases about unrequited love. Books got rifled through and tossed aside. Games were distracted button mashes.

"How long has she been gone?" Luke asked.

Reggie glanced at the clock. "Hour tops."

"Fuck," Luke said, tossing his head back onto the couch. "We gotta tell her Reg."

"I know," he replied, thought it was a mere whisper. "I think we might be too late though."

"Too late for what?"

They turned and saw Julie standing in the doorway, make up streaked down her face, looking much less jubilant than she had when she left.

"Julie!" Luke exclaimed coming over to hug her. "What happened?"

Reggie rushed to give her a wipes so she could clean her face, embracing her as she trembled in their hold. "Do we need to kill this guy?"

"You'd have to get in line," Julie snorted. "He seemed so nice online and then he was an arrogant, racist jerk in real life so I kicked him in the balls before I left."

"Good on ya boss," Luke chuckled.

"You deserve so much better than that waste of space," Reggie added, directing them all to the couch.

Julie sighed, relaxing back into the cushions. "I know, but every guy I like is either a jerk, or into someone else or..."

"Or?" Luke asked.

"Or it's more than one person. Both of whom I love like crazy, neither of whom I can be with because it will ruin everything," Julie finished, though her words were muffled from where her face was buried in her hands.

"Julie..." Reggie started, looking at Luke who nodded at him. "Julie, you know that they love you back right?"

"And not as friends, not as a sister or bandmate," Luke added. "Head over heels, hearts on our sleeves, completely gaga in love with you."

"Really?" Julie asked, lifting her head, looking hopeful. "You never said-neither of you!"

"Well neither did you!" Reggie replied, then laughed. "We're all idiots."

"We wasted too much time hung up on what ifs and maybes and worries," Luke said.

"We have lots of time left," Julie replied. "I love you both, you both love me..."

"And each other," Reggie piped up. "So what do you want to do about it?"

"Turn on a movie and see where the night takes us?" Julie suggested.

"We can get a pizza, since I doubt you ate," Luke added.

"Sounds like a perfect first date," Julie replied.

From then on out, they knew that every time they said I love you, it meant in the way they had always hoped, even if Alex claimed they said it to excess some times. But they never got tired of saying it, hearing it, and most of all, feeling it.

And they had a lifetime to do just that.

[scalproie]

for OTP asks. SubScorp: 9, 17, 51, 60. KazJun: 25, 26, 33, 51?

me thinking about love: hahaha yesss this owns

me getting asks and now having to put my thoughts in words: wait oh god

Anyway. Subscorp:

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

A child of their own? Nah. Kuai has enough maturity to realize that while he is a good teacher, he would not be a good father, both bc of his lifestyle and his lack of experience. Out of the two it'd be Hanzo who'd be more likely to consider children, but he's already been burned once (eh.) and considering how hard it is for him to move on, it'd be years into the relationship before he would see himself raise a child with someone else again, and by that point he and Kuai would be too old. And besides he already has been able to place his paternal projection onto Takeda, so he's good.

17. Who’s more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Hanzo. I see Kuai as someone who is extremely in control of his actions, out of discipline, out of fear, take your pick. I see him as someone who will keep his emotions in check even if it causes him to yearn to death, him doing smth that intense out of passion, while not downright impossible, is very unlikely to me unless its under very extreme and unusual circumstances. Hanzo on the other hand. Hanzo feels. Hanzo acts. If a situation arise where he feels a strong need to pull his lover by the waist and kiss him (most likely in the aftermath of a battle, both covered in blood and surrounded by dead bodies), by god he's going to do it.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Its looking for ways to spend more time together, like one forcing himself to wake up in the early morning to go sit in the gardens next to the other who wanted to hear nature wake up and feel the first rays of sunlight, or the other struggling to stay awake much later than he's used to at night because he does not want the interesting conversation they're having to end. Its making small meaningful gifts to each other as clan leaders that feel so personal to them bc they knew each other as individuals first before as figureheads. Its the small comments that they've managed to redeem their own clan in the other's eyes, and that said clan doesnt bring them pain as it once had because its embodied by the one who lead it and they have nothing but positive things to say about each other.

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Both. You get to sleep next to the one (1) person who does not suffer for the unnatural temperature of your body, and you both have potential nightmare-inducing trauma, and you have been denied intimacy for most of your life either bc it was forbidden or bc it was torn from you. I bet theyre both unconsciously clingy.

Kazjun:

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

Sparring is an obvious one. Kazuya said himself that fighting is a huge part of his life and Jun's strength does not come from nowhere, what better way for them to bond than to clash their family's opposite style against each other? As for their personal ones, I dont think Jun would understand sneaker-collecting nor would Kazuya understand bird-watching, but Jun would indulge Kazuya should he chose to open up and share that interest with her, and Kaz definitely does not have the patience for bird-watching but I could see him at the very least see the appeal of forest-bathing, even in a self-interested way.

26. What are their vices?

Kazuya is a pile of vices in a purple snakeskin trenchcoat. Jun's vice is Kazuya. Her choosing to love him and wishing for his wellbeing while knowing fully well he is not a good person who has hurt others (and as of t8, by his own admission in the first chapter, only death will make him stop) is the only thing that stops her from being a perfect, morally correct character. But that does not make her a bad person and that does make the love wrong or any less real.

33. Who’s the better cook?

So you'd THINK that with Jun's infamous cooking skills, I would say Kaz, right? Wrong. I think Kaz never had any reason to cook a single day in his life but still has some rudimentary cooking skills for his own personal gain. They're equally bad but with their abilities combined they'd be able to cook one (1) decent meal.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

For Kazuya, it's literally just trying. His world begin and ends with himself, any positive actions he could take for someone else will usually only be done if he get some hidden self-interest out of it. So him doing anything small for someone else, because he find them worthy of being aknowledged (most likely for their strength, bc power is EVERYTHING to him), because he doesnt view it as a weakness to connect them to himself, because he views their happiness as beneficial for him, aka make him happy in return, is the loudest he can be that he loves someone. Like I dont even have to try with this one, that's literally just his t8 ending??? Like he is NOT the type to say "I love you" outloud in the first place but you can just see in his ending that holy shit, he loves Jun, he loves her. For Jun, it's coming back. Jun will try, but she will not return to someone whom she does not love at the cost of her wellbeing, it's literally the lesson she tells Jin: "Your wellbeing is important to those who love you, so for their sake, you have to take care of yourself". So her coming back to someone, her staying with someone, is the biggest proof of love I think you can get from her. And Jun is just as lonely as Kazuya? But its the way they deal with loneliness that make them such a match: Jun is someone who endlessly gives and Kazuya is someone who endlessly takes, but with Kazuya, Jun has something to get if she's staying with him, and with Jun, Kazuya has something to give if he wants her to stay. Ying Yang once again.

[silasoctakiseron]

character meme: if colum has not been sent, please, I love him. silas is obvious and I'm sure someone will send him but if they don't, here's the prompt if colum is covered. if both of them have been sent then ortus because I'm crying about him rn. sorry they're all men.

Putting @butchflint's ask here also! Colum My Friend Colum

favorite thing about them

I would say that his devotion to Silas is unfortunately it. Like the incredible pain of raising a child into someone you no longer recognize and did not teach to be this way but still loving them even when you can't stand them. I wish he had his own life but I also deeply love and feel for him in this respect. I ALSO love the fact that he's one of the only cavs in the building who has actually seen combat and therefore can bring the motherfucking thunder on a bitch after sitting around being polite and mild-mannered all day.

least favorite thing about them

Genuinely don't think I have one. He's a reasonably decent guy. It sucks that he has to uncomplainingly obey Silas's will all the time but that's not his fault.

favorite line

He has some great and tragic ones but this one was the one that immediately came to mind. He's literally just some guy. “Someone could … just go ask,” rumbled Colum the Eighth, shocking Gideon with an inherently sensible suggestion.

brOTP

What if you were this guy's nephew and also a little bit his parent and also his indentured servant and also his mouthpiece and also his battery and also the closest thing he had ever had or would ever have to a friend. What then.

OTP

Married to his work, I'm afraid. That said I love the concept of him fucking like, Naberius at Canaan House as a tiny little rebellion against both general Eighth House repression and Silas specifically being in his fucking business all the time. Like please have a meaningless orgasm courtesy of some twink it's the least you deserve

nOTP

I literally cannot think of a ship with him in it that I care enough about to have active notp feelings about it.

random headcanon

Probably got explicitly reprimanded by the elders or whatever at some point in Silas's childhood for being too soft on him and potentially ruining him for the Master Templar position even though he himself was like 19 running around after a 3yo. Also in regards to matters other than Silas I think that his memory is increasingly poor in little ways and he is doing a progressively worse job of hiding this from the people around him.

unpopular opinion

Giving a fuck about his existence first of all but also I think that his absence from Harrow's Canaan bubbles was incredibly narratively important and that Silas's deranged erratic behavior and suicide were caused by his disappearance/Silas's remembrance of his death. Like I think Colum and the location of his soul (which is clearly not in the River) are going to end up being some kind of linchpin with regard to the stoma and the gang's journey through hell.

song i associate with them

Through Me (The Flood) - Hozier. Specifically the opening.

favorite picture of them

Definitely this donation comm I got from notedchampagne in which he is waiting for G-d to take him away from this vale of tears. (These are super fairly priced btw and I know their friend still needs help with rent.)

[sidabro]

ok for the ask meme i have to ask again but this time....give the people gilbo beilbo. please :3

;) of course.. i wouldve probably sent an anon to myself of him if you didnt, all because i wouldve wanted you to like the post.. hand on heart. :3

favorite thing about them: a year ago, i wouldve answered ''absolutelly nothing''. In a way, that hasnt changed.. i think that -in canon-, hes a very easy character to be annoyed at, to not like. But im a diffrent soul, so i will say, as much as it probably grites you: how hes such a good brother.. he sincerelly cares for Ludwig, he cared for Karl/Klaus, he cares for Lily, Kungelmugel (whats his name..), others that hes not even related to too- under all of his annoying behavior, is geniuine love and support, and wish for those he loves to succeed. He annoys others because he wants them to think about him, notice him, hes excentric as fuck and arrogant but its his way of showing love and being close to others. ''Arent you so lucky i love you?" and the answer he wants is ''yes, i am''.. the way he loves is just so very <33333

least favorite thing about them: its hard not to say ''he did the northern crusades'' ... l have nothing concrete i dislike about him otherwise. ive come to reason it all off as ''he wouldnt be himself if he didnt do x or wasnt like y''. You changed me!

favorite line: ou i think it was in one of the character descriptions Himaruya did but it was like.. ''we have to break the wall in our hearts''.. it was unreasonably hillarious then and it is now. and if that ones not real, ''diplomatic poses 1-85'' is hysterical. Come on, Ludwig, you could learn so much if you were just willing..

brOTP: Ludwiiiiiiiggg :33 ^ best brothers forever.. They live together! He will die in his arms, there wont be a diffrent fate! Ludwig hopes to keep him alive with bratwurst and bad coffee of course .. it seems to be working so far

OTP: With Kornelius 😊😊 (for those unaware: Livonian brothers of the sword order's sexiest knight that ever lived) before 1410, and i dont really think about what happens next.. i could confidently say that i fight on your side of the trenches with frying pan trio though..

nOTP: with Tolvydas or Feliks.. Feliks could work for maybe twenty years at the start of the deal but the order betrayed polish trust in an irreparable manner, id say.. and Tolvydas well for obvious reasons.. Oh wait! Also with Matthew! I think that one is just dumb as shit, no hate intended for anyone but its so random and dumbass

random headcanon: I like to think he doesnt speak english, like, at all. He knows german and dialects, random archaic lithuanian swearwords, enough hungarian to call Erszeveta at three am, some faint french overleft from the 18th century, and an ammount of russian that hes actively tried to forget with copious ammounts of alcohol, all for it to resurface from something random (which he understands, but wont speak).. but english is not biteable to him. Its like those english people who call german the deviltongue and mock it ''it sounds like a paperbag being chewed and oh so many articles''... hes the same towards english. cant gag out a ''good evening'' to save his life, and he gets annoyed, confused and fussed up about the lack of articles, lack of conjugating in verbs and so on..

unpopular opinion: i dont think hes a slob and wont clean his share.... theres an entire canon game of him going to peoples homes and cleaning them because he wants attention. he threw out like seven of Roderich's trousers. Seriously! He folds his clothes neat just like Ludwig, i wouldnt be surprised if hes the one that tought him that.

song i associate with them: because im not normal about him, here is my chronological (sortof, very biased.. ) playlist.. if i had to pick just one song, Saltatio Moris - Prometheus is my german voice for him

favorite picture of them: literally what on earth was this? sometimes i sit in my armchair and remember this for no reason.. The hungarian-style crown and samsung flip-phone really do complete this. He's sitting like he has period pains. I love it.

[breezypunk]

17 for the bbs???? ♥

Thank you! <3

From the soft otp prompt.

17- Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.

───── ⑅ ♡ ⑅ ─────

Goro watched on as he saw Vaughn inching closer and closer to the fire, any closer and he'd be sitting directly in it. It was cold in the badlands, all the Aldecaldos were bundled in their winter best. Vaughn absolutely hated it, realizing the colder it got, the worse he felt.

He held his hands up near the flames to try to warm them. His hands always froze up the most, and his nose was practically numb, and before he could stick his nose in the flames, Goro sped walked over and plopped down next to him, and mug in his hand that was pipping hot and steaming.

"You could probably use this." He held the cup out for Vaughn to take, but Vaughn kept his focus on the fire. "V?"

"Huh? Sorry.. I guess the cold wind is really getting to me.. thank you." He gently grabbed the mug from Goro's gloved hands and held it close to his chest, letting the steam hit his nose.

Goro watched him with interest, his lips were shivering, his eyes were clenched shut, but the moment the steam hit his face, he became more at ease. Goro always knew Vaughn was dramatic, it couldn't have been less than 55 degrees, maybe even 60, but Goro also knew it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to his lover, putting an arm around his backside and hoping his shivering would let up some.

"It is meant to drink you know." Goro spoke up.

"Do you even know what it is?" Vaughn side eyed Goro, responding in almost a chuckle. Vaughn got his answer when Goro didn't say anything. It was always funny to see how clueless Goro was when it came to anything food or drink related from the city. "It's hot chocolate."

"It looks like liquid dirt.. what are those white things?" Goro pointed his finger at the little white floaties sticking to the side of the mug, Vaughn couldn't help but bust out laughing.

"You've never seen marshmallows before? I thought you were a nomad."

"Those are marshmallows? Please, say no more, V." Goro waved his hand away and looked around camp, so many people had mugs in their hands, every sip of their drink they took made it look like they were in heaven.

"Here, try some. I find it hard to believe you've never had this. Not even in Japan?" Vaughn started lifting the mug up to Goro's mouth, his fingers sliding through the handle effortlessly, while his other hand lay smoothly on Goro's thigh.

Goro's head leaned back, he looked at Vaughn with squinted eyes. "No.. never. It was not something I sought out."

"You can't run from your problems anymore, just take a sip." Vaughn put the mug directly to Goro's lips.

"I can get up and walk away, you know?" Slowly, Goro moved his face closer to the mug, sighing and rolling his eyes before partially opening his mouth.

"I'd never let you, see where my hand is?" The grip on Goro's thigh got tighter, a tiny grunt escaping his mouth before he finally opened his mouth more and took a small sip.

The remnants of the liquid were traced along Goro's mustache, an adorable moment Vaughn wished he could have captured through photography.

"Well?" Vaughn asked, waiting for Goro's lecture about how awful it was.

"It is.... not terrible. I suppose I can see why people drink it when it is cold outside."

"Not the answer I was expecting, but I'll take it. C'mere you got some on your face." Vaughn took his thumb and wiped the chocolate drink off of him, before caressing his cheek with his other thumb. He leaned in and kissed Goro lazily before burying his head in the nape of his neck, letting the warmth of his lover take away any remaining shivers he had.

"You want more?" Vaughn asked, eyes unintentionally shutting, the relaxation setting in.

"No.."

"You hate it don't you?"

"Yes, V."

Both burst out laughing, Vaughn set the mug on the side of him, instead focusing on Goro's warmth and the fire in front of them.

One step at a time.

[thebawdybaldurian]

Kinktober Day 8: Long Distance

Another scene with my beloved OTP, Warden Surana and Alistair. This is post Dragon Age: Origins, very close to the start of Inquisition.

Content and Warnings: intimacy via magical mirror, oral sex, PIV sex.

Pairing: Femme Surana x King Alistair

Temene settled in to her modest room at the inn on the border of Anderfels and Tevinter. While the accommodations in the wealthy Imperium were nicer than those in Anderfels, Temene at least knew she wouldn’t have to worry about sidelong glances at an elf taking a room to herself, with no Magister or master to keep her in line. The Anders treated her with respect due to her warden status and extended their hospitality far more than most other lands, despite their hardships. She pulled off her dark purple armor, the archdemon’s scales shimmering in the growing firelight. She hung it in the armoire, away from avarice-filled eyes and pulled out the chemise she would be wearing to bed from her pack.

She also pulled out the small box that contained her enchanted mirror, taking it out and activating the enchantment imbued in it. “Alistair?” She called, the mirror no longer reflecting her room, but that of the King of Ferelden. She didn’t see him at his desk, where the matching mirror always sat, but thought perhaps he might be in the room. There was no response, so she continued to get undressed and poured the buckets of water she’d had brought up, into the small bathtub. She leaned into it, completely nude, swirling her hand in the water as she warmed it with magic.

“Now that is a sight to walk in on!” Alistair exclaimed, passing the mirror with a wedge of cheese in his mouth. He’d gotten a full view of her backside, her flawless skin glowing in the firelight.

“Walked in on or been staring at?” She grinned, looking back at him.

“I’ll never tell,” Alistair teased, sitting down at his desk with a heavy sigh. “I do love a good surprise, but what if some pervert snuck into my room and saw my queen in such a state?”

While she wasn’t his queen in name, the pair only married in secret, she was the queen of his heart and ruled it completely. “Are you jealous of some hypothetical pervert wandering the palace?” She teased, bending over further to tantalize him as she finished heating the water with her hand.

“How could I not be?” He smiled, gazing at every delectable curve. “This sick little man, squirreling away your small clothes, sniffing them every night before he goes to sleep. Sneaking into your bed to touch himself thinking about you every morning…”

“Alistair…” she turned to face him, putting her hands on her hips. “Have you been naughty while I’ve been away?”

“Naughty and lonely,” he sulked, giving her mabari eyes. “When are you coming home? You’re headed to the Conclave now?”

“Not yet,” she replied, walking back towards the mirror and beginning to take down her hair. “I want to look into this supposed thaig entrance I found on an old map first. It should only add a day or two to my trip. I can’t wait to come home. I miss you so much…especially since I’ll be visiting the first place we made love.”

“I wonder if that little hut is still standing?” Alistair mused, wishing he could get away from Denerim to see her there in Haven. “Or if they completely razed the village and rebuilt it with all the new pilgrimages coming in?”

“I’ll look for it,” She leaned in towards the mirror, which was roughly the size of a book.

They could pass small objects between the enchanted portals and as they’d recently discovered, their lips as well. She kissed him through the mirror, whatever magic it possessed transporting part of her face across land and sea to Ferelden. It was a slightly strange sensation, to kiss half of someone’s face, but they made due with what they could while Temene travelled Thedas searching for a cure for the darkspawn taint. She pulled away, making a face after tasting the cheese on his breath that was quite pungent. “What in the Black City are you eating?” She stuck out her tongue like she was gagging.

“Something Sten sent me called Pear Vollen. When I smelled it, I thought at first he was trying to poison me, but it actually tastes quite good,” Alistair replied, biting a piece off the wedge. “And I think it counts as eating fruit too!”

“If you say so,” Temene laughed, taking a drink from her water skin. “My bath is getting cold,” she grabbed the mirror, pulling out a chair to sit it next to the tub. “Do you want to join me for a relaxing stroke…I mean soak?”

“I could use a little…relaxation,” he grinned, getting out of his chair. “Should I do a little dance for you while I get undressed?” He asked.

“Oh, please do,” she sunk into the tub, warming the water a little more with her magic.

He coyly stripped out of his shirt and pants, humming a brothel dancer tune as he did. Temene watched him intently, smiling widely and rubbing her hands down her body. As much as it was a relief to be able to talk to him almost every day, she longed for his touch and the weight of his body on top of her. He brought his mirror to bed with him, his cock already growing stiff watching her touch herself. “There’s nothing like you really being here,” he sighed, propping the mirror up on a pillow and rubbing his cock causally. “I want to feel you…taste you.”

“You know,” she bit her lip, a hand slipping between her thighs. “If our lips can travel through the mirror…we could probably use…other parts too…”

Alistair thought about the possibilities for a moment and then smiled widely. “You really think that my…thing would go through too?” He wondered.

“In theory, yes,” she smiled, grabbing the mirror off the chair. “Only one way to find out…”

He rolled onto his back, his cock standing straight up. He grabbed the mirror, bringing it close to his wobbling erection. “So should I just…stick it in there? What if something goes wrong and it ends up halfway to Tevinter?!”

“Oh you big baby!” She laughed. “Here, let me try something.”

She pressed the mirror against one of her breasts, the supple, wet flesh poking through to his mirror. “It worked, it’s here!” Alistair said excitedly, reaching to gently cup it in his hand. He teased his fingers around her nipple, making it stiffen.

“I can feel you!” She grinned, pulling the mirror away and making her breast disappear. “Try to stick your cock through it now!”

“Alright,” he nodded, moving his mirror down to his cock again. He guided it through the mirror, seeing it seemingly disappear as the mirror lay flat against his groin.

“Blessed Andraste,” Temene purred, his cock sticking right in front of her face now. She wrapped her lips around the head, giving it a gentle suck.

“Oh Maker!” Alistair exclaimed, his voice slightly muffled. “I can feel you too…ohhhhh…Temene…ohhhh,” he started to moan, her mouth continuing to suck on him.

He instinctively reached down to hold her hair back, his hand swiping nothing but air. She finally pulled her face back, licking his pre-cum off her lips. “Thank the Maker,” she grinned, his cock still quivering next to her mouth.

“It’s been months since I’ve felt that,” Alistair angled the mirror back up, his cock partially obscuring him. “That beautiful mouth of yours.”

“Why don’t I let you have it a little more?” She suggested, reaching down to give herself a quick rub to relieve the throbbing of her clit. “Then once I’m done with my bath, you can try it on me…”

“I can’t wait…as you can tell,” he licked his lips, a little more pre-cum dribbling from his cock.

He placed the mirror back against his groin, feeling her mouth take him in again. He moaned softly, moving his hips against the mirror a little as she continued sucking and licking him. It would be an odd scene to look upon, the King of Ferelden sprawled on his enormous bed, whimpering with a mirror pressed to his cock. Far across the world, his beloved wife was bobbing her head against the other mirror, wishing she didn’t have to hold it with two hands. She kept her bath short, sucking him until she could no longer stand the throbbing ache of her cunt. “My turn,” she finally huffed, pulling her mouth away and climbing out of the tub.

She set the mirror on the chair again and grabbed a towel, Alistair’s face reappearing in front of her. “Let me see it,” Alistair purred, propping the mirror up with one hand and stroking himself with the other. She opened her towel, a sticky thread of arousal hanging between her legs, water beading down it. “Oh Andraste’s grace,” he sighed, giving his cock a tight squeeze. “Let me taste it…please.”

“I’m just thinking about the logistics,” she continued dabbing herself dry, picking up some honey onto her fingers and sticking them through the mirror for him to suck on.

“Mmmmmm, yes,” he moaned, licking them greedily. “Why don’t you just sit on it…like you do me?”

“I don’t want to risk cracking the glass,” she pulled her hand back, picking up the mirror and moving the chair closer to the fire so she could stay warm. “I think I’m just going to have to hover…and sort of…ride your tongue once you stick it through.”

“I like the sound of that,” he nodded, rolling onto his stomach and laying the mirror flat against the mattress. “Ready when you are, my love,” he pressed his face against it, part of it re-appearing in her mirror.

“This really is quite strange,” she grinned, laying her mirror flat against the chair as well and straddling it. She gripped the sides of the chair, lowering herself down against his mouth. “Ohhhhh,” she let out a soft cry as his tongue found her slick mound.

She began to gently rock against his face, the tip of his nose nudging against her clit. She could hear his muffled moans and the hungry smacks of his lips as he puckered them along her labia. He sat crouched on the bed, slowly stroking himself as he pressed his face as far into the mirror as it would go. She wasn’t able to hold the position long, her legs starting to shake as she squat over his mouth. “Ohhhh…fuck…Alistair,” she cried, straightening her legs for a moment. “As soon as this Conclave is over, I’m going to sit on your face for an entire day.”

“I will be sure to clear my schedule,” he grinned, sitting up on his heels and reaching his arm through to touch her.

“Uhhhhhhhnn,” she put one knee on the chair, holding onto the back as he carefully fingered her. “You’ve…ahhhh…finally stopped biting your nails?”

“My chamberlain has been putting this bitter oil on them every morning,” Alistair smiled, thinking about being sunk into her warmth again. “Should we…try for the final act?” He asked, her quiet moans making his balls ache.

“Yes, I think so,” she climbed off the chair with a grunt as he pulled his arm back through.

She carried the mirror to the bed with her, pulling back the covers before climbing in. “I think it is just going to be a matter of getting everything positioned right,” she propped up her back on the pillows and spread her legs widely. She placed the mirror between her thighs, holding it upright with one hand. He was still sitting on his heels, looking her over as he slowly stroked himself. “Once we get it in, you can probably just thrust straight into the mirror, as long as you are careful with your hips.”

“Alright,” he nodded, taking a firm grip around the base of his cock. “I won’t be able to see anything, but I’ll hold him steady.”

He got down on his elbows, carefully guiding his cock through the mirror portal. He wouldn’t be able to go deeply inside her, but she hoped it would be enough. She cradled the head of his cock as he pushed it through, holding onto the mirror with her other hand. She used his tip to spread her lips, guiding him slowly in. “Temene!” She heard him gasp from the other side, her own toes curling as he sunk his hips completely flush to the mirror and she did the same.

“Fuck!” She pressed the mirror tightly between her legs, the sensation of feeling his cock again making her back arch slightly.

He began slowly thrusting, carefully pumping his hips against the mirror, as if humping the mattress. She angled her hips slightly, letting him sink as deep as he could without him actually being between her thighs. It felt a bit impersonal, but neither of them cared much. They closed their eyes and imagined one another, joining together in weightless ecstasy. Their moans were muffled, the quiet slap of their bodies louder than ever. Temene managed to sneak a few fingers under her mirror, rubbing her clit as Alistair pounded her cunt from a thousand miles away. The ancient mage who had created these two mirrors would likely be shocked at their use now.

Alistair moaned into the mattress, his biceps tensed as he held his weight off the mirror. He had to temper his strokes, fearing he might crack the glass humping against it. She felt so good, however, that it was hard to hold back. He felt the tell tale pulsing of her canal, knowing she was close to climax. He risked a few hard thrusts against the mirror, driving his cock home and bringing his own climax closer. He gripped his hands hard into the bedsheets as he felt her clench against him, her loud cry barely escaping from beyond his hips. It was hard to come without her there, not feeling her tremble and writhe against him. “Temene,” he whimpered, desperately rolling his hips against the mirror.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he heard her huff, feeling the strange sensation of his cock moving though the air as she shifted the mirror.

Her mouth went to him again, joined with the firm grasp of her hand as she expertly milked out his climax. He lay prone against the mattress, feeling his cock being sucked across Thedas. “Guhhhh…fuck…fuck!” He finally cried into the sheets, spilling into her mouth as she swallowed every last drop.

She teased and played with his cock for a moment longer, before it disappeared and he rolled onto his back, his cock returning from Anderfels limp and happy. He reached blindly down for the mirror, his breath loud and ragged. He was greeted by her face, smiling and as content as he was. “Thank you, honeybun,” he sighed happily, pressing his face to the mirror so he could nuzzle and kiss her. “I love you.”

“I love you too, cuddle bug,” she kissed his lips softly, cradling the mirror close as she settled into bed. “I can’t wait to fall asleep beside you again.”

“Me too,” he sighed, pulling a pillow against his chest. “I’m tempted to get Ruffles to sleep on the bed with me, so I have something to snuggle with, but she stinks.”

“You’re trying to replace me with a mabari?” She teased, reaching her hand through to run her fingers through his hair.

“She drools just as much,” he smirked, licking his lips.

“You shit!” She gripped his hair tightly. “You know you love it. I can’t keep your mouth away when I’m home.”

“I’m going to need you to sit on that mirror every night until you are back,” he smiled, closing his eyes as she released her grip and began massaging his scalp again.

“I might hold you to that,” she closed her eyes too, imagining him next to her.

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Hello, Claude! For your spring related headcanons, can I request:

Which member of your OTP freaks out when they hear an ice cream truck pass by?

I don’t care which one it is, but it would be great if the other one is a sourpuss until he watches the other one start to lick the ice cream cone. 😏 Not really asking for smut, just a little suggestive banter. 😉

Hi Becca! 💫 Thank you for your ask and for your support 🎀 and thanks for waiting! I hope you like it! I wish you a great day! 💖

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Relationship: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rating: Teen and Up/Mature? (Nothing happens 🫠)

Tags: Established Relationship, Suggestive Eating, Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a Tease, Therapy for Bob and Phoenix please, mentions of Daddy Kink, No spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Word Count: 921

The Only Touch That Get Me Meltin’

“How old are you? Five?” Bradley scoffs at Jake, who ignores him and hums happily while licking the ice cream on the top of his cone. Spring sunlight dances on ocean waves as they get back to their beach umbrella.

Phoenix scowls at her friend and lowers her strawberry daiquiri snow cone: “Bradshaw, you’re such a killjoy.”

Despite Phoenix’s words, Bradley shoots a skeptical look at the colorful sprinkles on Bob’s soft serve and the WSO pouts slightly: “Rooster, don’t you like your soft serve?”

“Just shut up and enjoy your soft serve” Phoenix scolds him, before stretching and lying back on the deckchair, to stare at the ocean and taste her snow cone, with Bob doing the same next to her.

Jake sits down on the beach towel they had previously laid on the sand, pats the spot beside him and smiles at his boyfriend: “Come on, Bradshaw, don’t be such a sourpuss”. Bradley shakes his head and sits next to him on the same towel, trying to focus on his chocolate soft serve: “I am not, Jake.”

Jake smirks wickedly at him, the warm glow of the afternoon sun kissing his nose and cheekbones: “Be less dad and more daddy.”

“Stop that right now, Bagman”, Phoenix doesn’t even look at him, her voice dripping with annoyance.

“Yes, ma’am”, Jake goes back to his soft serve, a mischievous grin on his face, and Bradley would really like to enjoy the nuts that garnish his dessert, but he finds it difficult to take his eyes off of Jake, who’s giving kitten licks to the cream along the edges of his cone.

Jake meets his gaze, pleased, as he sucks off the soft curl on top, swirling the tongue around the tip, his eyes locked with Bradley’s. He smiles at him, running his tongue over his teeth, and Bradley is gawking at him, his jeans already getting tighter.

Jake starts nibbling at the waffle cone slowly, his lips shiny and soft, and Bradley is dying to have those lips and teeth marking his abs and thighs. Jake goes back to licking the sides of his cone unhurriedly, from bottom to top, switching his gaze to Bradley’s eyes, and he gently pushes down the ice cream with his tongue, before taking small bites of the waffle cone, tickling its edges with his lips. Bradley is out of breath, at the mercy of Jake’s cheap tricks, he’s in his 30s and he would like to feel ashamed for this, but he can’t find it within himself to care, not when Jake is batting his eyelashes at him and all he wants is to devour him.

Jake hollows his cheeks and sucks the drips that are leaking from the bottom of his cone, and Bradley can’t stop himself from picturing him on his knees, worshipping him, and he has to close his eyes to catch his breath. He opens his eyes again to gaze intently at the vanilla cream that has trailed down Jake’s chin.

Jake swipes his fingers over his skin to collect some cream, he glances guiltily at Bradley and whispers, his voice low and innocent: “I’m a mess”. He pushes his fingers past his own lips and sucks the digits greedily, his eyes lidded and an expression of pure pleasure on his face, an expression that Bradley knows damn well. The pilot’s positive that, if Bob and Phoenix weren’t so close, Jake, that little shit, would be putting on a show of soft moans. God, he loves those moans.

Bradley cannot help but gape at Jake, until the soft serve is gone, and palm himself through his jeans absent-mindedly, and it’s only when Jake smiles at him and stares at the soft serve long-forgotten in his hand, that Bradley realizes that his ice cream has dribbled down his fingers.

“Oh, let me help”, Jake murmurs quietly, taking Bradley’s soft serve to free his hand. He then brings his fingers up to his lips, kissing them gently and licking away every drip, his tongue excruciatingly slow on his skin. He sucks the fingertips while staring at Bradley with pleading eyes, his hand squeezing Bradley’s lightly.

Bradley bites back a groan, the violent urge to wreck Jake taking over, and he suddenly stands up; Jake is taken aback by his abrupt motion, he’s about to complain but Bradley grabs his hand and bursts out: “We gotta go!”

Phoenix doesn’t even turn and waves her hand above her head, Jake stands up too and Bradley starts dragging him, darting across the beach.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jake asks with an amused voice, feigning surprise.

“Holy shit, Jake, you know full well what has gotten into me” replies Bradley in a husky whisper, glaring at him.

Jake grins impishly: “Didn’t you say we’re old?”

“All the better, so i won’t have to ask permission for what i’m going to do to you.”

Bradley can feel Jake smirking without looking at him, they’re both quickening their pace, and he turns to glance at Phoenix and Bob one last time. He can’t hear what Phoenix is telling Bob from that distance, but he has never seen him blushing so hard.

Maybe Jake wasn’t that subtle, after all.

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[If you wonder what happened to Bradley’s soft serve, Bradley licked it off Jake’s pecs, and they all lived happily ever after]

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If you want, send me an ask (+ preferences) with one of these spring-related prompts! ��� (Doing this with Hangster - or at least trying to!)

[cerosin-bis]

i must admit i will miss mara badly, she was one of my faves i mained in 19 D: not to mention my mara x iskra otp

but for the sake of lightening things up a tad, what do you think her opinion on each of tf 141 would be?

hello Mara and MaraIskra anon 👋 I'm sorry for you really :( it IS unfortunate that we won't see her again. I wish she could came back, mocapped on her voice actress instead.

SOOO I think Mara would be a bit wary of Ghost. Not intimidated. Just wary, because she can see he's just... drama waiting to unfold, but she'd know how to read the room, respect his boundaries and I feel like he would show her a lot of respect also, see that she's a great leader figure and takes exactly 0 bullshit now that she has moved on from the CIA. I feel like her personality would more often than not clash with Gaz's. Like both are a bit temperamental and stubborn (but are mature enough to know it so...) she'd just tread Carefully let's say. I believe she'd harbour respect for Price, but can see there's a lot to unfold in how he does his work which is something that does not sit right with her anymore (she's tired of the plotting and scheming and layering. Warcom is a relief for her as compared to the clandestine CIA shit). And last but not least, I think that despite being an introvert (my hc) she'd get along super well with Soap however. Same wit, same humour, and they like the same alcohol 👌

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #12 (December 11th - 17th)

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December Moodboard by Astaraiche Square filled: N3 - Free Square Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Winter getaway, Holiday traditions, cabin getaway, adventures in the snow, decorating for the holidays Summary: Steve and Bucky decide to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city this December and spend the holidays tucked away where the winter sky is crisp and full of stars. Format: Art

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) by otp-holic Square filled: N2 - Cuddling Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: au, wip, friends to lovers, slow burn Summary: The aftermath of their talk Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Alpine's Second Christmas (chapter 1) by SomeSortofItalianRoast Square filled: I1 - Alpine Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Writer!Bucky has writer's block; Alpine helps. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Alpine's Second Christmas (Chapter 2) by SomeSortofItalianRoast Square filled: G4 - AU: Soulmates Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Bucky and Steve trim their tree; Alpine helps. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I'm Not Letting Go) by voylitscope Square filled: N1 - Slow Dancing Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: friends to lovers, childhood friends, first kiss, alternate universe, fluff Summary: Bucky Barnes jumps at the chance to take a job opportunity hours from home. He's expecting a fresh start and a decent salary jump. He's not expecting to run into his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, on his first day. The years since they last talked have been hard ones for both of them, but falling back into their friendship is shockingly easy. Despite their time apart, December in this small town might bring them closer than ever. (Or, a holiday romcom in which Bucky reads to children, Steve teaches art, new friendships are made, difficult conversations are had, cookies are baked, way too much coffee is consumed, home is found in surprising places and, eventually, feelings are confessed.) Format: Part of a multichapter fic

parental advisory by sparkagrace Square filled: I1 - art Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: established relationship, modern au, meeting the parents Summary: Steve brings Bucky to meet his mom. Sarah Rogers doesn't make it easy. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Santa's Secret by Kalee60 Square filled: O4 - AU: Wings Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, meet-cute, identity porn, awkward flirting, fluff Summary: When Steve Rogers is roped into playing Santa Claus for the Stark Industries charity markets, he thought his day would be full of kids, snot and demands for expensive toys. He’d not expected to meet a charming young lady named Avery, whose uncle just might be the most handsome man on the planet. If only Steve could let him know he wasn’t really a big, old, bearded man without ruining the magic for all of the children lined up waiting to sit on his knee. But could a Christmas wish from a small child change the trajectory of his future? Steve sure hoped so. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)