#prompts and requests open

[fictionalmenxyn]

ꨄ𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭ꨄ

Pairing: Drew Starkey x actress!reader (established relationship) (prompt, see post below for context/what prompt is)

(Also ik Drew has sister/s. Idk how old they actually are so imma make it up to fit the story line) (reqs are open!!!)

Warnings: language, SMUT, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap before you tap), detailed-ish smut. (First smut post so sos if it’s bad!)

𐬺ꨄ𐬺

Being back in your hometown felt great. After finishing the latest season of Outer Banks, you both wanted a small break. So that’s exactly what you did.

It was currently 11:38pm, all the younger siblings were in the basement. You were the eldest out of your siblings. You had two brothers and one sister. Your sister was 17 as your brothers were 15 and 13. Drew’s sisters were both 18 and 19.

You and Drew were in the kitchen. While all the siblings were in the movie room (your parents converted basement). You wore one of Drew’s grey sweatshirts and a pair of (has favourite) navy cycling shorts. Drew wore some grey sweats, his Calvin waistband poking out of the waistband of his sweats.

You sat on the island counter, a bowl of grapes in your lap. Drew leaned against the counter opposite you. You were watching something on your phone, he just watched you. God he could eat you up, right here, right now.

He stepped forward, standing between your legs. He placed the bowl down onto the counter next to you. He placed his hands either side of you, on the counter. “Hey, baby?” You look up to him. “Yeah?”

He grinned a little “you know… we haven’t had, ‘us’ time in a while… with all the filming and stuff… and you here, in my sweatshirt and those little navy shorts you know I love dearly… makes me think things…”

You smiled, putting your phone down “oh yeah? What things?” He chuckled lowly, moving his face closer to yours “well, all our siblings are in the basement… our parents are all over my parents place… we could head up to your room?” You smirked. Pecking his lips “sure, ba-”

Next thing you know you’re over his shoulder as he carried you to your room.

He opened the door with his spare hand. Then closing it with his foot. He walked over to your bed and placing you down.

Climbing, so he’s hovering over you. He moves his lips against yours. Kissing you as if he hasn’t in years. Drew was one for physical touch, he was heavy on hand holding and kisses. You kiss back, matching his energy. He groaned against your lips. He pulled away, only a centimetre. He whispered “god missed this, so much… gonna take you, right here.. right now, okay baby?” You nodded “yeah…”

His hands go to your thighs, pulling them apart. Letting himself kneel between them. He starts to kiss you again as his hands rub your thighs gently. His hands soon get to the waistband of your cycling shorts. He mumbled against your lips “love these shorts… but they gotta go… getting in the way of my sweet girl…” he tugs down your cycling shorts in one swift movement. Discarding your shorts to the floor.

His hips pressed against your pantie covered entrance. You hummed “fuck, Drew…miss you…” he knew what you were referring to. “Yeah? Missed my cock, babe?” You nodded. He grinned. He rolled his hips against you. Causing a soft gasp. God you could never get over how big he was. Being lovers for three and a half years, still you couldn’t fathom how huge he was. Still took all of him though, which he loved.

He rolled his hips again, he groaned “fuck baby…” he grabbed both waistbands of his sweats and boxers. Taking them off together, at the same time. Making him completely naked. He climbed back between you. You softly moaned as you felt him rub against you. He grinned “shall we get rid of this, sweetheart?” He tugs on your panties. You nod, not wanting to waste anytime.

You were completely bare, besides the oversized sweatshirt of his still on you. Just how he liked you, bare, but in his clothes.

He rubbed against you again. He groaned at how excited you could get, every time. Seeing you drenched for him, made him feral. He slowly pushed in, making small rolls as he adds more of himself to you. Causing soft moans each thrust.

Once he was completely in, you leaned down onto you. His face close to yours “gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl… I love you… so much.” You press a kiss to his forehead “I love you too, Drew.”

His fingertips rub up your forearms. Then interlocking and holding your hands into the mattress.

He started to slowly thrust, causing you to gasp. The noises becoming music to his ears. He slowly started to lick up the pace. His one hand lets go of yours, moving under the sweatshirt and needing your breast softly and lovingly.

Meanwhile, downstairs, both girls from each side were wanting you both for help. The coffee machine wasn’t working, only you and Drew knew how it works. Since both parents were over Drew’s family’s house; you two were their only help.

Drew moved his hand down from your chest to your thigh. Pushing it into the mattress more. His thrusts started to get sloppy and quick, every other would be hard thrusts.

You were a moaning mess, Drew smiles, knowing he does this to you. And only you.

Drew spoke “fuck, you look so good..taking all of me, like a good girl… always one f’me aren’t ya? Love when I fill you, don’t you?” You nodded. Your head tilting back into the pillows. He smiled.

Drew picked up the pace, moving the fastest he could go. You could feel the edge staring to come. You were almost there, about to finish. He could feel it, he was almost there too. Loving how you feel against him “feelin’ so good f’me baby… ssshhiitt…” he moaned. You rolled you eyes as his thrust became harder than before.

Both sisters headed upstairs, to the second floor. They walked down the hallway. As they got closer to your room, they walked over to the door.

You mumble to Drew “Drew, fuck… hmm shit.. gonna- ohhh…” Drew grinned “gonna finish with me, baby?” You nodded. Your free hand coming up to his bicep as you dig your nails into his muscle. He moaned at how much that turned him on.

Your sister knocked the door and opened it. Drew’s eyes widen, quickly pulling the covers over your lower bodies. He leaned down into you.

Both sister’s eyes widened. Your sister, Kayla spoke “what?! Ew you guys! Couldn’t you wait till we were all in bed?!?” You chuckled. Drew on the other hand… he hid his face in the crook of your neck. His intwined hand squeezing yours. He felt embarrassed, not cause of being caught making love to you. But the fact it was his sister, you’ve been walked in on a few times. Austin has walked in on you guys a few times on set; that being the reason you don’t do it on set anymore. But when it’s family, that’s different.

Drew spoke against your shoulder “what do you two want?!” Kayla giggled “uh the coffee machine isn’t working, we wanted to see if you two could fix it.. but clearly you’re busy.” You chucked “oh shut up Kay!” She playfully gasped “what?! I can’t help it if you two are getting frisky while we’re all awake still!” You playfully roll your eyes “you done now??” Kayla chuckles and nods “well let you get back to your… entertainment…” you flip off your sister “close the door in the way out!”

As she shuts the door, she calls out “make sure to lock it next time, dad didn’t put one on there for no reason…”

Once they left, Drew removed his head from the crook of your neck. He looked down at you “um…” you chuckles softly. Carding your fingers through his hair. “Turned off, huh?” He nodded. Not wanting to admit it, but he couldn’t lie to you. You knew exactly what to do. You grabbed both his wrists and gently tug him closer to you.

You whispered “want me to ride you? I’ll let you kiss my chest when I do it?? How’d that sound?” He moaned softly. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He nodded and gently pulled out before flipping you both over.

Letting you straddle him as he leaned back against the headboard. He placed his hands in your hips, just wanting to touch you. You slowly started to rock your hips. You leaned forward, letting his mouth attach to your chest. Moving from the left side to the right. He worked away as you rocked your hips. Slowly picking up the pace. You moaned his name. He groaned and started to rock up into you.

When you felt that similar feeling in your lower stomach, once again. You felt his hands move under your thighs. Holding you up so he could fastly rock up into you. Both of you moaning together. You gasp “Drew! Gonna!” He replied “right there with ya…. Fuck baby, cum on me, sweetheart… so fuckin good” You held onto his shoulders. Finishing down his cock, he groaned as his pace slowed down. He soon came a second or two after you. His hips stutter as he finished too. He moans your name as he does.

He then puts you back down on his lap. He tucked some hair behind your ear. He placed his hand in the back of your neck. Pulling you in for a few soft kisses. Then pulling away and resting your forehead to his. He mumbles “forgot about the lock, haven’t done it in here for a while, huh?” You chuckle. Agreeing with him. Last time was when you were both seventeen. Both of you wanted to be each other’s firsts, thinking it was better to be close to someone when you both do it for the first time. Which can come off as cute. Even if you didn’t date till a few years ago. He presses a few more kisses to your lips and forehead before starting up a bath for you both. Which was then followed by some movies and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

𐬺ꨄ𐬺

[rafesweetie]

⋆｡˚ ☼ 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

sunny radiates every single room she’s in. her smile feels like summer, and lights up those around her. things like wearing cozy socks in pastel colours, or sipping a strawberry lemonade on the beach in a pink bikini (with pope by her side, of course), or following brookie yancey’d hair tutorials make her feel complete. she comes from a warm and well-off family, but prefers spending her days barefoot in the sand with the pogues, over attending a fancy dinner at the country club. she’s smart, giggly, polite, and prefers to keep negative feelings to herself. she never wants to burden anybody with her presence if she’s upset. her parents own the most famous smoothie shop in outerbanks, so she works there. she shows pope the beauty in simplicity. a perfect day to her means sitting outside in the sun by the pool, while reading a book under pope’s arm and stealing sips of his drink.

[ellesthots]

Pleaseeee do one where Bruce is a biter or has an oral fixation of some kind. I can see him biting for nsfw or sfw reasons.

“love bites”

vaguely nsfw • drabble

You realized after a few nights with Bruce that he thoroughly enjoyed biting.

First it was your bottom lip and the occasional earlobe—simple enough. Then the top of your ear, then your neck. Even your jaw. Chin. Inner thighs. You learned to expect a bite practically any time his mouth came near your skin.

You decided to bring it up after his teeth came a little too close somewhere a little too sensitive. “I just… like it. I don’t know why.” He flushed red, and you fought a laugh.

“It’s cute.” You kissed him, dragging your teeth over his tongue.

a/n: this was so cute sksksk, I saw this gif and loved it and thought it was kinda fitting 🤭 I could so imagine this, him embodying those memes of ‘please let me bite you’ ‘can I bite you’ and being so bashful about it :) thanks for the prompt!!

[chimchiri]

For the requests: maybe Dash and Spitfire are doing some bonding gaming with Scoots? I'm sure they enjoy some console gaming, but maybe they could be convinced to do some board games as well?

I had to color this in because I loved this idea too much. Scootaloo gets some help from Spitfire and learns an important lesson about strategy and playing the long game.

Poor Rainbow gets demolished.

[delight-angelsbliss]

Don't you notice how I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Heh I wanted to post this sooner but here we are

welcome to my February valentines special that will go on for the full duration of February!!

You may choose a prompt and Character from my list and request<3 this is actually my first ever special/event I'm doing lol S1 prompts from 1 - 11 are by @/novelbear they're really cool and have amazing prompts (^-^) there also inconsistent small and large texts so it's actually readable cuz it gets cut off sometimes lol!! I'd also recommend that when requesting u say which Season ur prompt is from for example "S1 nr 4 with ___" u can also request up to 3 prompts in one! I'll try my best to use it all<3 everything can be requested as platonic!! Edit: can you guys please specify gender and if it should be hcs or not? As much information as possible would be nice and helps alot

S1 Cute scenarios<3

Spending all day watching cute crafts and baking to do

Rom com marathon!!

Trying (and maybe) failing to make food heart shaped

Realizing you both have contrasting views on valentines

"Baby, I love you, really, but if I eat one more piece of chocolate I'll throw up"

Making the same reservations at the same time but different restaurants and/or the same one

"I thought you'd at least ask me to be my valentines" "we've been together for years, I thought that was a given"

Both not caring much abt valentines but get dragged to a double date by friends

"How much did this cost?" "Does that really matter?"

Spending the night walking through the city silently

Begging your partner to get matching sweaters until they say yes

Buying couple shirts and deciding the whole day which one to wear that u completely forgot ur date

Not leaving bed at all

Going to the carnival

Double dates

Confessing with a love letter

first kiss together on your first valentines

getting proposed on valentines

Picking grapes together

Making heart cake pops and eating them but they fall down

"I think I deserve a kiss"

"You didn't have to do all of this!" "Yeah, which is why I did it for you"

"I wish everyday could be like this"

"Is it just me or do your lips look softer than usual?"

"We don't have to go out"

"I can never get enough of of how pretty you look"

Ordering in and watching crime action series

"You remembered?" "Of course I did, I love you"

Trying to do pilates together only to fail miserably

Writing a love letter only to throw it away but they find it

S2 Yandere scenarios!:

"I just got some very wise advice from a wise woman..." U can ask more abt this btw and I'll explain a bit more what I mean with this

"Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this"

"Do you think I enjoy punishing you?! I don't!"

"Tell me how much you love me"

"I'm jealous of the way you are happy with them but not me"

"This world is a ugly place, you're too beautiful for it"

"I know I'm sick in the head, but you'll be my cure"

"I love it when we're so close together like this"

"Of course I'm jealous! You're mine, not theirs!"

"Dont you get it? I would die for you if you asked me to"

"Your skin is so soft"

"I just love the last souvenir of your eye so much that I'd like the other one please"

"I could kill you if I wanted to"

"I live for you, you're like my oxygen"

"If you run, I'll break your legs"

જ⁀➴ ♡ Matchups

I actually do match ups which isn't really known cuz it's in my rules and dni lol but I do make matchups in case anyone wants one<3 this was added on 20:37 on 4th of February which is a bit later than this was posted

For a match up I need as much information as possible it's also allowed in a platonic form

If there's a preferred age range and gender

Hobbies

Likes

Dislikes

Special interests

And more would be needed (^-^)

[profiction-edits]

You’re invited to the…

PROFIC PARTY!

I made a list of prompts to use across two weeks. You can do moodboards, stimboards, icons, banners, writing, art, or any other creative thing! For ships, feel free to use ships from any fandom or selfships! You can skip days, do multiple things for one day, or anything else that you’d prefer. Tag your works with #profic party, and/or @ me, and I’ll reblog it here!

WEEK ONE:

Day 1: Your OTP.

Day 2: Your favorite character(s).

Day 3: Your most problematic ship.

Day 4: A rarepair that you like (or a selfship that you don’t talk about often).

Day 5: A crossover ship (or a crossover of two things that you love).

Day 6: A poly ship.

Day 7: A character that you like from media that you aren’t otherwise interested in.

WEEK TWO:

Day 8: Any character or ship, themed after your favorite season.

Day 9: A character or ship from media that you loved as a child.

Day 10: A platonic ship.

Day 11: A character or ship that exemplifies your favorite trope.

Day 12: A headcanon that is basically canon in your mind.

Day 13: Any character or ship at their ideal party.

Day 14: Free day! Make whatever your heart desires.

[selfcestmovies]

shades of red

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Six: Bucky Barnes + Mirror Sex

Your self-confidence is about as low as it's ever been. Your boyfriend tries his absolute hardest to show you that you are beautiful and unique, and he has been missing everything in his already very long life.

Yet you fear that sometimes you aren't enough for him. Your Bucky is a super soldier with stamina you can't always keep up with. That added to the fact that you don't like how your body looks; the bedroom isn't your favorite place.

You dislike your stretch marks, your hips dip a little more than you'd like, or how you can't wear tight dresses like anyone else in the Stark Tower can. How pudgy your stomach is, or how puffy your cheeks always are.

It's not like you don't try; you try for the sake of your own, but also Bucky's. You fear that one day, Bucky will have enough of your looks and low self-confidence that he'll up and leave you for a better-looking version.

Bucky's return from his latest mission has his muscles tight, and his need to see his baby girl is high, except when he finds you. The tears staining your face have him dropping his bags and rushing in to see what's wrong.

"Baby girl, What's wrong?" There, you sit on the edge of the bed with your jeans halfway up your pudgy thighs, tears rolling down your soft features. "I'm fat." There's no arguing with you when you're like this and no way to make you see past your hatred. Bucky lowers to his knees in front of you. "Baby, you are not fat." Bucky would never lie to you, but what Bucky says doesn't compute right now.

"Yes, I am. I can't fit into my fucking jeans; I can't wear what Natasha and Wanda wear to galas. I will never be perfect for you, Bucky. I just know that one day you're gonna…" Tears roll down your face even more now, and you can't bring yourself to finish your thought.

"I'll do what, love?" Bucky asks, trying to understand how his beautiful and fantastic girlfriend thinks so little of herself. "That one day you'll get bored of me and leave me for someone like Sharon." Your words come out in a rush as more tears wet your soft cheeks.

To say Bucky is taken aback by your words is an understatement. He would never leave you for anyone and mostly wouldn't leave you for Sharon. Your face hangs low between your shoulders, "Baby, I need you to listen to me." Bucky says, taking your hands into his and shifting you around. He's now sitting in your spot, legs wide and open for you to slot yourself in. "Listen to me very carefully, love. I will never, ever leave you for someone else. You are my heart and my soul." "But" "No buts, Y/n, you are my everything, and I think it's about damn time that I make you realize just how special you are to me," Bucky says, tugging you close to his chest. His hands are harsh against your warm skin as he tugs the betraying jeans down your legs and off to the side.

"Now come here; I want you to sit in my lap. I want your back pressed against my chest." You nod and follow your boyfriend's instructions. You end up in his lap with your back pressed against his warm chest. Legs locked on either side of Bucky's thick thighs.

"I want you to look in this mirror." He says, pointing directly in front of you. "I want you to keep looking at me through this mirror as you make yourself cum on my fingers." His words make your eyes big, "Bucky, that's not." "No. I have made some mistakes by not caring for you or making you realize how much of an absolute gem you are in my life. You are the one that keeps me steady. Now, would you please let me take care of my girl?" You nod, unable to deny Bucky unlonger.

"Good. Now, keep your eyes on the mirror." Bucky's thick finger rips your danity panties apart, leaving you bare for the both of you to see. If Bucky couldn't tell how wet you were from your panties, he sure can now. Slick drips from your cunt as your clit pulses with need.

"Look at you all pretty and wet, waiting for me to return home and please you." He whispers into your ear. You hum with need and watch as Bucky gathers your dripping slick from your cunt, using it to tease your clit. As you watch Bucky's fingers, eyes, and muscles, your lip is bitten between your teeth. Everything about him is hot as he plays with your clit and then inserts just one finger into your pussy.

Thick and longer as he pumps gently in and out of your pussy, adding another when your head falls over his shoulder. "No, pretty girl, I need you to watch yourself remember." He reminds you, and your head tilts your forehead again to watch as your boyfriend makes you cum all over his fingers.

When Buckky adds a third finger, your legs start to shake, and your hips begin to buck up, begging to meet his delicious fingers. "Fuck Bucky, please I need it faster." You beg through moans that echo off the walls of your bedroom and cause the zipper of Bucky's camo pants to dig into his growing thickness.

"If faster is what you want, then I'll give it to you, baby," he mutters as he watches your slick drip down onto the hardwood floor. It's not long before the coolness of Bucky's metal arm is all you can feel. Your head falls back as your cum around Bucky's fingers.

Bucky fucks you gently through your high, keeping you there as long as possible. "Hmm, such a pretty girl when she cums all over my fingers." He whispers. Your heart is beating against your chest, and your cheeks are red.

When you come down from your high, Bucky is licking his fingers clean and keeping you tight against his chest, but you can feel his hard cock against your back. When you move to the floor between his legs, Bucky stops you. "No honey, today and the rest of the night is about you. I don't care; I'll cum in my pants like a teenage boy as long as you know how fucking amazing you are to me, how important you are in my life." You nod and snuggle the best way you can against Bucky'ss chest. Feeling the steady beat of his heart through your chest.

Completed on: 07/30/24

Posted on 10/06/24

Kinktober 24

[the-cypress-grove]

Prompt: 146

"Your death will mean nothing."

"My death will mean everything, and that scares you."

[bleach-your-panties]

#3 of the six sexy word prompts with Amajiki, please?

Only because you said please- 🫢

Minors, go away. Only click 'keep reading' if you consent to reading some nasty, freaky shit.

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“Keep looking, Tama. Please baby, look at how pretty you look.”

You breathed hot puffs of air against Tamaki’s already sweaty neck. 

The shy hero whined against your neck, still absolutely refusing to look into the mirror situated right in front of your shared bed.

Tamaki couldn't bear to look lest he make a complete fool of himself and shoot off inside of you just at the image of you squatting over his dick.

“I can't…I can't, bunny, please…ahh!”

You grabbed a handful of his dark, indigo hair and jerked his head up. With the same hand, you laid a quick slap across his cheek before pressing your lips to it.

“I said to look, Tamaki.”

Shakily, deep midnight blue eyes  flickered up to the mirror and you could feel Tamaki’s dick pulsate inside of you.

“See how good you look filling me up, baby? I love you so much, Tamaki.”

With a soft moan, he sighed and brought his strong arms around your waist to get a better hold to bounce you up and down on him.

“Oh fuck, Tama, right there!” You gripped his left bicep but he tossed your arm off.

A surprised squeak escaped your lips, not expecting for Tamaki to suddenly  grab you behind the neck and manhandle you over the edge of the bed.

You heard some wet, squishy sounds before feeling several slimy, muscular appendages tighten around your waist and hoist you up onto your knees.

Cheeks lit aflame with embarrassment, you tried to hold your head down but four pale fingers and a thumb gripped your jaw.

“Now, now, that’s not fair, bunny…you said to look, remember?”

You did as your lover asked and brought your own e/c eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“Good girl. Now stay still while I wreck all of your little bratty holes…” 

A scream echoed around the room as Tamaki transformed both his fingers and tongue into multiple, slithering, maroon tendrils.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒ���ᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[hayateart]

I hardly ever draw Bingqiu but here they are!

[shegatsby]

Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N; Hi my little doves, I've missed you, I'm in love with my work lol I really enjoy writing this series so don't forget to share your thoughts with me. Don't worry, there will be SMUT in the future chapters. Sorry for any typos English isn't my first language.

TAG LIST IS OPEN! (Text me if i forgot to tag you little doves 🕊️ ♥️)

Warnings; Violence. Angst. Enemies to lovers. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha,reader is reffered to as she/her.

Words; 2.232K

Chapter Four- ‘’Misery Begins’’

Giedi Prime, House Harkonenn

The air felt heavy in her lungs, the planet was orbiting a black sun, thus, everything outside looked black and white, no wonder these people were raised like animals, planet’s harsh conditions shaped their characteristics. The second she stepped out of the ship she hated every single thing but kept a firm stance.

Now she was settling in the guest quarters, the wedding was to be in 7 days and thankfully Harkonnen traditions says that they, under any circumstance, cannot stay in the same room.

Y/N had few of her personal maids and the rest was Harkonnen servants, all dressed in black with bald heads and pale, thin figures. Y/N noticed the looks she got from them, an outsider…

Inside the fortress one could see colors yet Harkonenns choose to keep it simple, her chambers consisted of a bedroom,  a small living room, and bathroom. Without a word she moved to the velvet armchair which was facing outside, she didn’t want to engage in any conversation with anyone, ‘’Prepare my bath.’’ She ordered without looking at any of them and then moved to the desk in her bedroom to write a letter to her family saying that she landed on the planet safely and everything was fine of course she knew that every letter she would sent was going to be read by Feyd-Rautha’s most trusted politicians, maybe even by himself so she kept the letter short. ‘’Send this to my family.’’ She gave the metal, thin device which was the letter to a servant, ‘’Yes my Lady.’’

After her bath which consisted of warm water and bath oils she brought from home, she smelled fresh and felt better. She was on her desk reading when her door was knocked, ‘’Yes?’’

A servant girl entered, she looked sickly pale and thin, her eyes on the floor, her hands interlaced on her thin stomach, ‘’Na-Baron wishes to dine with you my Lady.’’ It wasn’t a wish, it was an order. ‘’The trip have made me exhausted, please tell Na-Baron that I desire to rest.’’

She noticed the girl’s change of body language, her eyes rose to look at her ladyship pleadingly.  Y/N kindly smiled at the girl, oblivious to what was going to happen, she dismissed the servant girl.

The black sun of Giedi Prime shone bright just like the day before, Y/N decided to do some reading, learn more about the planet’s ecosystem. She had a light breakfast, the air still stingy in her lungs, she didn’t have much appetite.

Y/N Atreides was on her desk, taking notes and reading and her door knocked, ‘’Come in.’’ she was focused on the old books, ‘’My Lady.’’

‘’Yes?’’ she turned to face a man, he was a guard in his dark uniform. ‘’Na-Baron has a gift for you. He insists that you should open it after I am dismissed.’’ A strange request but what wasn’t strange about him anyways?!

Y/N couldn’t read the guard’s expression, his face was a blank slate, however he look more pale than usual skin color, was he ill? ‘’Thank you, place the box on the floor and you may be dismissed.’’ He did what he was told. She stood up and approached to the metal box, there was a strong smell of iron coming from it, it appeared there was no lock, no writings. Just in case, she placed the portable force field on her hand, activated it and tested it, working just fine.

Her hand went to open the metal box and her first reaction was to scream in terror, and her second reaction was to run to her bathroom and throw up her breakfast, shaking uncontrollably, on her knees like a wild animal.

Y/N Atreides didn’t know how many minutes or decades she had spent in that position, finally one of her old maids came for her rescue. ‘’My Lady…’’ she was an old woman with white hair and motherly touch, ‘’It’s okay now..’’ she was rubbing Y/N’s back gently and whispering kind words.  ‘’Is it-‘’ she sobbed, ‘’is it gone?’’

‘’I took care of it my Lady.’’ She helped Y/N stand up and leave the bathroom. The metal box which had the servant girl’s head was gone and yet she could feel her eyes watching her every move. She threw the shield on her hand and marched out of her chambers. There was a solider guarding her chambers, ‘’Where is Na-Baron?’’ she asked trying to control her tone. ‘’He has a meeting with Baron Vladimir and Glossu Rabban.’’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She said, could feel the anger on her chest, so hefty. ‘’But my Lady-‘’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She used the voice on him, the guard, without a word started to guide her to the meeting room. The corridors of the fortress were mostly black, some grey and white here and there, there were guards on watch duties, servants cleaning or carrying stuff. It was so different than the environment she grew up in, in Caladan or Emperor’s planet was vivid and thriving, here it was just… lifeless. She cursed her fate.

There were two guards on the doors of the meeting room, ‘’Open.’’ She used the voice again and the doors were opened slowly, Baron Vladimir was sitting on a metal chair which was placed on marble steps, towering over Glossu Rabban and Feyd-Rautha who were standing and looking up at him, listening to him as if their lives depend on it.. well.. they weren’t wrong. Baron was surprised to see her. ‘’Lady Y/N!’’ he announced which made the boys look at her direction but she refused to look at them, her focus was on Baron. ‘’What a lovely surprise, I hope you quarters to your liking.’’ Y/N bowed in courtesy, ‘’Thank you my Baron, you are the most generous.’’ She had to control her anger and she was doing a good job, keeping things formal. She had to be respectful to the family otherwise her position let alone her life would be at stake, she remembered Feyd’s words; ‘’Try to humiliate me again and see what happens, little dove.’’ The room was barren with only a long marble table and chairs, the curtains were closed and white glowglobes lighting the room, no carpets, no ornaments. ‘’What do we owe the pleasure of your visit?’’ he asked, she could see he was trying to understand her moves. ‘’I must speak with Na-Baron. It is urgent.’’ Finally she turned to face him, even though he was standing far away she could see his body reacting to her words, he was alert and an animalistic shine on his eyes. ‘’Feyd, please escort your wife-to-be to a more secluded area and discuss.’’ His uncle said and Feyd bowed to him quickly, ‘’Yes uncle.’’ And then he turned to her, marching like a soldier, he held her arm and escorted her out of the room, his grip was tight, he made her follow him. Since there were guards and servants everywhere she didn’t dare to utter a word.

Y/N had no idea where they were going, the fortress was a maze and every corridor looked similar. They reached a door, Feyd dismissed the guards and opened the heavy black door. Quite frankly he threw her inside, before she got a chance to look around she spit her venom. ‘’What is wrong with you?!’’ Feyd looked puzzled, ‘’Did you really beheaded that girl just because I refused to dine with you?!’’ she could feel her whole body shake in anger, being in his presence disturbed her equilibrium. ‘’Oh, that.’’ He remembered, his behavior made it worse for her. ‘’Yes, that!’’ He didn’t close the space between them, his hands behind his back. ‘’Did I upset you, little dove?’’ was he mocking her? ‘’Upset?!’’ Y/N couldn’t believe her ears, what happened to that sweet boy she met years ago?

He started to move towards her like a predator, he was much taller than her, towering above her she had to look up to meet his icy blue orbits. Years had turned him into a killing machine, what a shame. She hoped to see remorse in those beautiful eyes but found nothing. Back of his hand found her heated cheek, touching ever so gently, it made one wonder how could he behead an innocent girl and then touch his wife-to-be like a tender lover. ‘’This is what happens when you reject my orders.’’ His voice calm and collective. ‘’I hate you!’’ and she pushed his chest but had no impact so she moved away from his aura. That’s when she noticed that they were in his quarters of the fortress, she remembered the fact that he dismissed the guards, no one to help her if things were to took a turn. ‘’You hate me?’’ he asked, still calm. ‘’What else… do you also fear me?’’

‘’No.’’ she simply answered. His none existent eyebrows rose, his pupils dilated ever so slightly, she noticed how still he was, like a statue. His nostrils flared with a passion she could not placed.

‘’No? So you don’t fear me.’’ He repeated back, folding his arms, he wasn’t angry, only curious. ‘’Not at all?’’

‘’You aren’t allowed to hurt me.’’ Her voice higher than his.

‘’Not allowed?’’ he tilted his head, his voice low and husky, ‘’and how can you be so certain of such?’’ a slight smile pulled at his plump lips, ‘’What makes you so confident in that?’’ he knew his own intentions but he was curios of what went on within her pretty head. There was a certain aura about Y/N that intrigued Feyd, he was watching, listening and studying her.

‘’Let me go back to my home.’’ She whispered, even she didn’t believe herself but that was her intention, to go back and ride her horse, walk in the lush gardens, laugh with her other Bene Gesserit friends. ‘’You assume you have the final word where you go.’’ He chuckled, his voice lower than before. ‘’I decide where you go.’’ His gaze grew sharp like an animal, ‘’I decide what you do. And what I decide..’’ Feyd laughed again, ‘’You’re going to obey.’’

‘’I had a life before you took me, I had a family and friends and, and..’’ she could feel her eyes getting blurry, ‘’And?’’ he insisted, ‘’I had a partner, a lover, and you scared him away!’’ she was practically yelling at this point, female rage taking over her body. ‘’A lover? Don’t make me laugh little girl. If he was so in love with you-‘’ he opened his arms looking around, ‘’where is he? Why isn’t he here defending your honor and saving you from me?!’’ with the mention of Y/N’a former partner Pyramus, Feyd-Rautha wasn’t so calm anymore, he could feel rage rising in his body.  

‘’Because of you! You scared him and he ran! Otherwise he would be here-‘’

‘’Don’t be that stupid Y/N! He wasn’t so scared when I offered him a deal.’’

And with that Y/N was confused, ‘’What deal?’’

Feyd-Rautha was pacing in the room in anger, he couldn’t believe she was still ‘’in love’’ with that low life, waste of space. ‘’I offered him a supply of spice which will outlive him and his children and his children’s children. A generation wealth so to speak.’’

Y/N was shaking her head in rejection, her gaze focused on the floor, ‘’No, no,’’ she whispered, not believing what Feyd was suggesting. ‘’Yes Y/N! Your lover didn’t hesitate a second and took the deal.’’

‘’Then why did he try to escape with me?!’’ she yelled in pain, her heart was torn into pieces, ‘’I wanted you to see how pathetic he was and I staged it.’’ Feyd’s chest heaving with anger and he was so passionate to prove her he was right, he turned to go to the next room and brought back a metal device, he opened it, ‘’Here, he signed the deal.’’ She took it and saw the spice deal written on it, millions of gallons.. and Pyramus’ signature at the bottom…

Feyd grabbed the metal device and threw it on the couch near him, ‘’Not going to lie, you weren’t cheap.’’ And she slapped him.

Feyd-Rautha was slapped by a woman for the first time in his life, he froze for a second, shocked to see how bold she could be. He was even turned on a bit. With both of his hands he grabbed her delicate shoulders tightly, he was much stronger than her. ‘’LET GO OF ME-‘’

Feyd-Rautha didn’t care what she wanted, ‘’I might hurt you physically Y/N, but I would never do that to you. I would never sell what’s mine for something else. Do you hear me?!’’ his voice was rough and irritated her ears, her body was in shock and her shoulders hurting her. ‘’I would never leave what’s mine behind and walk away, I am a man, see me as a man not that little boy you met years ago!’’

Was that a love confession, no it couldn’t be.. someone like Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen couldn’t possibly feel something so pure and innocent, or was it just being possessive and showing her that her life was in his hands till death do them apart. The stress overcame her body, her vision was getting darker and the last thing she saw was Feyd’s pretty eyes.

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requested by: anonymous, I really hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Chandler Bing x reader, Joey Tribbiani x reader (platonic), Monica Geller x reader (platonic), Rachel Green x reader (platonic), etc.

prompts used: “Have you ever seen anything prettier than this?” “Yeah, you”

warnings: mentions of smoking. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors

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You did not like parties. At all.

It just was not your thing, and everyone knew that. That was the main reason why you had decided to stay home and relax rather than attend a Thanksgiving party with your best friends.

You did not understand why they were so attached to the tradition, anyways. The fact that you didn't grow up in an American household didn't help with that. Nonetheless, you weren't the only one who didn't always celebrate the festivity

“Do you have them?” Chandler Bing barged into your apartment. He held a couple of beers in one hand, and a bag in the other where there seemed to be some food.

“Yes.” you responded, sitting up from your sofa “I only had one quilted blanket, because Monica somehow couldn't tell me where she'd put the others. As for the pillows— well, I have two”. Chandler shrugged, then motioned for you to get going. You exited your apartment closing the door behind you, while silently hoping that none of your roommates came back while you weren't home.

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There was a full moon. The city was still buzzing, it was amazing how its lights were never turned off. You loved it. And the company just added to your enjoyment of the night.

You'd laughed at Chandler's never-ending jokes for so long that your cheeks hurt, and you'd eaten so much that you swore you would never open a packet of chips again.

“Have you ever seen something prettier than this?” you questioned, looking up at the sky in awe .

Chandler stayed silent for a few, awkward moments, before responding. “Yeah” he said “you”.

What the hell?

“Are you... are you drunk? I can make you that strange smoothie that we always had in college, if you want—”

“— no, y/n” he interrupted you, rolling his eyes.

You were more confused than ever, so you asked Chandler what he meant by that. “I'll cut to the chase” he began “I love you, y/n. Everything makes me think about you: even when I just stare at the wall or drink a coffee, you're what's on my mind. And look, if you don't reciprocate my feelings, I totally get it.”

You couldn't find the words to answer coherently. Those damned feelings.

“Are you for real?” you questioned, to which Chandler responded “Yes. I know it's shocking, but I'm being serious this time”. He took a deep breath before adding that he was going to pass out if you didn't say anything.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” you exclaimed “Well, uhm... I love you too, Chandler. I have loved you since we first met... Since Ross and Monica introduced the two of us”.

He was clearly trying to hold back a smile, but he failed miserably at doing so when you nudged him and remarked that you had to throw out those “best friends” mugs that you'd bought as a joke a few years prior.

“Yeah... We should.”

You didn't think you could be happier on Thanksgiving Day.

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Ultra violence (Introduction)

Dexter Morgan! x Fem!Oc (Piper Cora James)

(Nothing important from the show such as previous cases mentioned in the series won’t be used or mentioned within the FF so nobody feels like they’re missing out on anything but for those interested in the show it is called ‘Dexter’ & can be used on Netflix, be warned there are mentions of heavy topics like Murder & can even include gore-ish scenes so watch at your own risk.)

Desc: In the shadows of Miami's Bay Harbor, Dexter and Piper, two enigmatic souls, found solace in each other's darkness once but Divorced. Their connection, a dance of masks and secrets, unfolded in blood-soaked whispers, drawing themselves into a world where love is still thrived amidst the shadows of their shared secrets when the two become closer & rekindle their past and shared traditions.

Contents: Murder, Alcohol consumption, in depth detail on certain aspects of violence that is mentioned, Smut in later chapters, Knife Play, Bondage, toxic relationship, (original characters from the TV show will be mentions such as Vince Masuka, James Doakes, Debra Morgan, Angel Batista & María LaGuerta.)

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Piper Cora James - 27 years old (Forensic Investigator)

Christina James -41 Years old (Pipers Mother)

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Alexa García -29 Years Old (Bartender)

Dexter Morgan -36 Years Old (forensic blood spatter analyst)

Michael Patrovski -38 (Chief of Police)

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1: in sickness (and in health)

something something freehoun sketches to try and get me out of artblock. theyve taken over like worms in my brain

[dayas]

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" + fiyeraba!!!

Perfect for them LMAO

quiet acts of love prompts

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As usual, Elphaba Thropp was in the library. Studying was a serious business, and since the arrival of Fiyero Tigelaar to Shiz University, the students seemed more preoccupied with their so-called shallow ‘fun’ than their actual studies. All the better for her — she had her pick of areas to study in, little to no wait for any of the rare (and less rare) books, and the lovely peace and quiet to which she was accustomed. Elphaba didn’t mind solitude — it was what she had grown up with, what she was most comfortable with. Her friends preferred noisier environments, though Fiyero was a toss up. Sometimes, she swore he threw himself into a fray because plunging headlong into chaos was easier than sitting with the realities he was trying so hard to avoid. Other times, she was certain his reputation preceded him. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that the real him shined through in the quieter moments. When their fingers would brush as he handed her a textbook in between classes, or when he would slow down to speak to her in the hallways. The way his gaze would linger on her for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary (and how her cheeks would burn the moment he looked away).

Sometimes, she wondered if he meant any of it.

Elphaba returned her attention to the book before her. She was seated in her favorite spot in the library, a little nook tucked away in the corner, surrounded by all her studying materials. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the presence of another person until a quiet throat clearing drew her eyes upwards.

Before her stood Fiyero, clutching a bouquet of poppies.

How confusifying, Elphaba thought.

“Fiyero?” Elphaba said, “What are you doing?”

The look in his eyes told her he thought it was obvious.

“I brought you flowers.”

She blinked.

“For what?”

“There has to be reason?”

“Yes? People don’t just bring me flowers.” To her, that much was obvious. Understanding brightened his eyes, darkening his cheeks ever so slightly also.

“I saw these and thought of you.”

Something in her face must have spurred him on to say, “I remember you mentioned they were your favorite, and I was out with Feldspur earlier and I just thought you might like them.”

“Oh,” came Elphaba’s hushed response, “oh.” Her hands extended outward, carefully taking the bouquet from him. She inspected it, a smile lifting the edges of her lips.

“These are perfect,” she said, her heart fluttering when his shoulders sagged forward slightly in relief. “Thank you, Yero.”

He raised his eyebrows at the nickname, grinning.

“Don’t,” she warned him, “don’t ruin it.”

“I wouldn’t ruin this for all the world, Fae.”

“Do you ever take a break from flirting, Tigelaar?”

“Not with you, Thropp. That isn’t something that particularly interests me.”

She huffed out a laugh, her usual disbelief replaced with pure amusement.

“Don’t you have some mischievous happenings or other to get back to?”

Her prompt came after staring into his eyes for longer than necessary, spoken in a half strained voice. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t hers. They were friends, yes, but she had no idea whether or not he was still with Galinda or not. And yes, they were just flowers, but even if she had never received them before (not that he needed to know that), she’d seen them arrive at her and Galinda’s room, gifts from her legion of admirers.

For a split second, she almost thought his lips were about to form the word ‘no’. Then she remembered she knew better, even if, for some reason, something inside her didn’t seem to.

His nod seemed resigned, halfway melancholy.

“I do, yeah.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Nothing that can’t wait, though.”

“Fiyero.”

“Don’t argue with me, Elphaba. I want to.”

She hid her smile by biting down on her lip.

“I’ll argue with you if I want to argue with you.”

He sat himself down next to her, careful not to disturb any of her materials.

“All this time we’ve spent together and I still can’t get a word in.”

“You just got in about fourteen, so, that’s not true.”

They continued on in their way, until the clock struck the midnight hour.

“Oh my Oz,” Elphaba said, “is it really that late?”

“I’ll walk you back to your room,” Fiyero offered.

“I can walk myself fine.”

“I know that, Elphaba.”

His tone was patient, a far cry from the patronizing shades many others painted themselves in when it came to her.

He continued, “Just because you can do it alone doesn’t mean you have to.”

Slowly, Elphaba nodded at him. She didn’t protest when he gathered her things, nor when he offered her his arm. She took it, tucking herself slightly into his side and allowing herself to pretend, for a few brief moments, that this too was commonplace. They didn’t speak much on the way back to her dormitory, though plenty was said in the press of her cheek against his sleeve, and of his chin down on the top of her head. She stayed against him, her eyes briefly closing as she breathed.

She wanted to tell him she couldn’t see him tomorrow, but she quickly realized that was futile. She couldn’t keep herself away from him no matter how hard she tried. And oh, she had tried. The library also happened to be a place Fiyero tended to avoid. Only, he had been appearing more frequently recently, dropping by at random times to chat with her during her study sessions, bringing her little snacks and drinks, and now, flowers.

She opened her eyes, looking down at the petals with a quiet sigh.

She was absolutely, one hundred percent, irrevocably fucked.

“Goodnight.”

Her whisper was barely audible. She forced herself to detach, to stand in front of her door instead of by his side, to not mourn the loss of his warmth too deeply.

“Goodnight, Fae.”

He turned away from her, all set to return to his room.

The word, “Wait,” was barely out of her mouth before her fingers encircled his wrist and she paled a kiss against his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Elphaba whispered against his skin.

Before he could say anything, she whirled, opening her door, entering her room and shutting it again in three seconds flat.

It wasn’t until she looked down at her hands that she realized she still had the flowers, but none of her studying materials. Elphaba dragged herself over to her side of the room, placing the poppies into a clear vase and watering them. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed.

See you tomorrow indeed, she thought. Now she would have to wake up early to get her things from him before anyone saw and started asking questions or worse — spreading rumors.

That was, however, tomorrow’s problem.

Tonight, she was grateful for all she had been given.