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okay, this is a kinktober request but it doesn't have to be done if you don't feel comfortable with the content mentioned.
Anthony Bridgerton being intimate with a transmasc reader who hasn't had top surgery. The kinks would be body worship and nipple play (specifically sucking on the nipples). Begging can also be incorporated where Anthony is the one begging.
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I love this request so so much!! this was by far one of my favorites to write, so thank you so much for sending it in <3
Kinktober 2024 Day 13: body worship, nipple play, and begging with Anthony Bridgerton x transmasc reader
Warnings: smut/nsfw content, body worship, nipple play, begging, Anthony's kinda subby here (sorry I just couldn't resist), pre-op chest for a transmasc reader (so they still have their breasts and stuff), brief mention of Anthony viewing the reader as his god/a religious figure (just adding that in case anyone feels uncomfortable with religious imagery in that context), mentioned penetrative sex (reader receiving)
"I love you, darling. You mean the absolute world to me," Anthony muttered as he brushed his nose and mouth against your neck in an affectionate nuzzle, holding onto you as you laid in the bed together. He didn't always show how much he adored you in public, but he more than made up for it when you were alone, clinging to you as if at any second you might disappear.
"I love you too, sweetheart." You watched him with a soft smile, finding it amusing that he was so close he was practically laying on top of you. To other people, he may have been Lord Bridgerton, Viscount and head of the household, but to you he was just Anthony, and that was enough.
"Mm..." He let out a hum as he dipped his head down to the spot where your neck met your collarbone, pressing light kisses to the area. His hands absentmindedly moved up and down your body as he kissed you, caressing you in a gentle and affectionate manner.
One of your hands moved up to absentmindedly play with his hair as you watched him, his lips moving from your collarbone down to the valley of your chest where your shirt wasn't buttoned all the way. You could feel his hands twitch from the spot where they were currently resting on your waist, as if he was itching to touch you more but didn't want to without getting your permission first.
"Anthony..." You softly cooed out his name, something that immediately caused him to stop kissing you so he could lift his gaze up to meet yours.
"Yes, my love?" He looked like a puppy dog, honestly. That was the best way for you to put it, especially with how his eyes got all big and needy whenever you spoke to him like that.
"Did you maybe want to do more than just kiss me, hm?" You gently prompted, knowing very well he wasn't going to take the initiative to ask for what he wanted without a little nudging from you first.
His eyes immediately dropped at the question, his cheeks flushing pink as he hid his face in your chest, refusing to look at you. "No..." His voice came out sounding a bit muffled when he spoke, though you could still detect the lie there quite easily.
Chuckling at his response, you gently tugged at his hair in an attempt to try to get him to meet your gaze again. "I know you're not telling me the whole truth. You can be honest with me, sweetheart, it's okay."
Ever so slowly, he brought his head up so he could look at you for a second time, appearing visibly flustered. "I- I want to touch them," he admitted in a quiet and somewhat nervous voice, as if he was worried about how you'd react.
You picked up on his demeanor right away, noting just how unsure he seemed. "You want to touch what, honey?" You questioned while running your fingers through his hair, hoping to sooth him.
Even if he still seemed anxious, it was clear your gentle show of affection had eased his nerves, if only slightly. Although he was embarrassed to ask, he took a deep breath and did so anyway. "Y- Your breasts. I was wondering if I- if I could touch them, if you'd be alright with it."
No wonder he was so nervous. Even though you'd both been intimate with each other many times before, he still preferred to ask if you were okay with him touching certain areas of your body beforehand so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable. He was such a gentleman in that aspect.
While your answer was obviously going to be yes, you couldn't help but have a little bit of fun with him beforehand. "What do you say?" You prompted, moving your hand from his hair down to his chin so he wouldn't be able to hide his face from you again like he had before.
The whine he let out sounded like music to your ears. "P- Please," he begged in a barely audible whisper, his eyes wide and desperate as they stared up at you. "Please let me touch your breasts, and- and suck on them, too."
The last part of his sentence may have surprised you slightly, but you'd be lying if you said the thought of him sucking on your nipples didn't turn you on. "Hm, I don't think I heard you. I think you'll have to speak up." You used your hand underneath his chin to tilt his head up a little further, ensuring he was looking at you when you spoke to him.
"Please," he begged for a second time in a way that was louder than before. "Please, I- I want to touch them and suck on them, please, darling."
"Well, since you asked so nicely." He could hear the amusement in your voice, and normally it'd make him want to be snarky in return just to spite you, but not this time.
His hands quickly moved to unbutton the rest of your shirt, his lips finding their way to the valley between your breasts yet again while he helped to rid you of the unnecessary fabric that was still in the way. As soon as it was gone, his hands went to your breasts, carefully cupping them as his thumbs lightly brushed over your nipples.
"You're so gorgeous," he murmured fervently, worshipping your body as if it were an altar. In a way, it was, because Anthony swore he found religion with you. No one else made him want to drop to his knees and beg, not even the almighty himself.
"Oh, darling, you flatter me so." A sigh of content left you upon observing him and his obvious eagerness at getting to touch and please you.
It was hard not to arch your back up the moment his mouth attached onto one of your nipples, sucking gently as the hand that had been on your breast moved down to rest on your ribs, his thumb caressing them affectionately. The hand that wasn't there was still on your other breast, caressing it in a way that mimicked receiving an intimate and personal massage.
Once he was satisfied with the attention his mouth had given to the first nipple, he switched over to the second, giving it the same treatment. The way he touched you was careful and a little uncertain, but still filled with the deep-rooted love he had for you.
You didn't always find yourself overly thrilled with the way you looked, but it was hard to hate it when you had someone who loved you so openly and unconditionally like he did. And if there was one thing about Anthony Bridgerton, he was going to take the time to remind you of his love every chance he got.
"You're making me feel so good right now, sweetheart," you commented while brushing your fingers through his dark chestnut hair, observing him with a fond gaze.
"I am?" He questioned seriously while picking his head up, as if he didn't seriously expect you to give him that sort of praise.
You just barely refrained from letting out a laugh. "Yes, of course you are. You always make me feel so good."
It was hard to miss the way his face practically lit up at your words, seeming to beam with pride upon having your approval. "Is it okay if I continue, then?" He asked in a way that was a bit bashful, and this time you did laugh, though it was playful and not malicious.
"What do you say first?"
He knew exactly what you wanted from him when you asked that. "Please, darling, please allow me to continue." The way he begged with such desperation in a voice that was so silky and smooth, how could you say no?
"Of course you can." The moment you gave him permission to keep going he dipped his head back down and began to pepper your chest with kisses. His hands went back to caressing your breasts, your nipples now hard from the way he had been sucking on them earlier.
He spent the entirety of the rest of the night worshiping your body, telling you just how gorgeous he found you and how amazing you were in his eyes. His movements were still slow and deliberate when he entered you later on, his mouth and hands remaining focused on your breasts and upper torso as he was determined to let you know just how perfect you were.
After you'd both finished and were done for the night, he insisted on falling asleep with his head resting on your chest and his hands glued to your sides while he laid on top of you, not wanting to be away from you even as he slept. He was nothing short of completely devoted to you, that much was certain.
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your rendition of sycamore is scrumptious, I eat it up every time
Fhfhfhf thaaaanksss I hope I'll keep feeding you well š§”š§”š§”
As I'm not immune to compliment on my artstyle on a character I adore, I feel the absolute need to draw said character MORE each time I'll receive an ask about it u_u
#ask#i'm WEAK thank you very much ;3;#but for real these encouragements or yelling in the tags are everythingā„#i grew shy about posting in fandoms these last years especially something with long time fans like pkmn xy#as my take on characters are often... particular xD#so hearing people actually happy about it is incredibleā„#never hesitate to send an ask or small prompts about characters i like there's high chances i'll draw something !#pokemon professor sycamore#augustine sycamore
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a cute harringrove thing for you: billy being in the middle of trying to do something but he keeps shaking away bits of hair that get into his eyes and steve just comes up behind him, puts his hair into a bun, then casually goes back to where he was while billy's stunned and blushing before he returns to his task with a big grin on his face
The AC's out.
Billy's cracked the unit open with a flathead screwdriver he found under the sink and a few choice words. July hit hard. Sweat drips down his nose as he tries to fix and not kick a heavy metal box down three stories.
In the small kitchen just a few feet behind his hunched back, Steve's popping more ice out and yelling at the radio - a Dodgers game has gone to shit.
Billy swipes his sweat-stuck curls back just to have all of them tumble right back in the way again.
Summers always leave Billy regretting growing out his hair.
He hadn't meant to. A couple months without a haircut grew into a couple years where a couple of half-assed snicks with the scissors he uses for zip ties and toe nails were all he made do with. Every year he forgets how much of it there is when summer arrives to remind him.
Snapping back up, screwdriver in a vice-grip, Billy yanks his hair back with both hands and yells FUCK YOU at the stained popcorn ceiling and his own mane fried with West Hollywood humidity.
"What's wrong now? What happened?" Steve has the honest nerve to say after over an hour of this.
"I'm shaving my head."
A deep sigh and Steve's opening some cabinet that creaks and needs to be oiled - the deal when they first moved in was Billy dealt with the electric shit and Steve got everything that wouldn't have him sizzling when he got distracted.
Plumbing means rock, paper, scissors comes out and goddamnit if Billy doesn't lose every single round.
He and the plunger have built a relationship.
Billy blames dying and coming back with fried nerves and a second-rate case of stigmata making his every joint he's got stiff, his hands getting the worst of it. He'd be a lousy second coming anyways.
"That time of year again, huh?" Steve says.
He stands behind Billy, swatting away his frustrated steel-grip to comb through Billy's curls, pulling them back and away.
"There are these things - they're called hair-ties," Steve gently pulls Billy's hair through elastic, "And I know you like using rubber bands because you're a freak," Slowly he winds Billy's overgrown hair around, "But these are, like, at least twice as good. Now, we just twist," He twists, "And twist some more and - boom! Done. I'm awesome."
Steve spins Billy around by the shoulders twice, his sweaty feet squeaking on the scratched up oak floors. He holds Billy in place, sweaty hands on Billy's sweaty nape, sweaty thumbs running circles, and it doesn't seem to matter much to him that the AC is broken and they're reaching the peak 90s on the thermostat.
Steve's looking at him.
All tender.
All sweet.
A little tipsy from better beer than they chugged in high school. It's been seven years since they hit the highway and left Indiana for good. Three more months and five more days and they'll hit eight.
"Oh no." Steve croons at him. Smile turning cotton soft. Those sweaty hands move to cup Billy's face and those running thumbs rub just under Billy's eyes. "Why are we crying?"
"It's hot." Billy says.
Pinching his ears around his piercings, Steve tells him, "You're hot."
Billy sniffles. Snot drips, meets his upper lip and Steve wipes it off - eight years worth of tears and snot and blood and spunk and so much sweat.
And so much fucking good shit.
From an open window in their cramped apartment, a slice of warmed July breeze catches on the back of Billy's newly bared neck. He tosses the screwdriver somewhere.
"And," Steve pecks him on the lips, bites at his nose to make sure Billy gets heat-stroke, "You've got a great ass."
The AC can wait a little longer.
#replies#my stories#harringrove#billy hargrove#thank you so much anon for sending me this T___T#i really needed some positivity#and i miss writing prompts!!#i hope you like this#thank you again <3!!
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A while ago you wrote older jily telling Sirius about their 2nd and very unexpected pregnancy. As it was on fool day Sirius didn't believe them.
Could you write a sequel with Sirius understanding it's not a joke? (If you think that a caustic remus should be a witness of this all, i wouldn't mindšš)
For you, Zin , hope you enjoy this pure *chaos* down hereā¤ļø (first part)
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With a flick of his wand, James sends all the dishes to the sink. "I'll take care of them in the morning," he promises.
Lily nods lazily; she stands up, moving to the liquor cabinet. James beats her to it, waving her to sit again. She almost laughs; hopefully, in a few days, his overprotective care will subdue.
In front of her, Tonksāwell, Lupin, technically, but Lily still sees her as Tonksāwinks at her.
"This one was the same," she says, nudging her husband. "Usually made a mess because he didn't want me to do anything."
"You were nine-months long, it didn't seem natural that you could move at all."
"I couldn't be more clumsy than I usually amāI nearly broke your front vase, Lily, sorry."
James chuckles. "It was a gift from Sirius, we wouldn't mind."
The man in question lifts his eyebrows. "You said you had loved it."
"No, what I said is that I could see you loved going for shopping in IKEA."
"I'm man of good taste."
"I find that hard to believeāhow is the refurbishment of Grimmauld's Place?"
"That place improved a lot since I took down my dear mother's portrait."
"You mean since we took it downātwo hours worthy of charms and I didn't get offered any beverageā"
"Speaking of," Lily begins, deciding that interrupting them is the best course; it's late after all. "Weren't you going to offer our guests a last drink?"
James flushes. "I don't think Sirius can be considered a guest anymore. He's part of the furniture by now."
"The nicest furniture," Sirius agrees, unashamed, accepting the glass with liquor that James offers him. He tastes the drink, then looks at James finishes serving Remus and Tonks, before closing the liquor bottle. "You forgot yours."
"Oh, I'm not drinking. Solidarity and all." He winks at Lily, who blows him a kiss in answer.
"Not drinking? Lily needs her sleeping juice."
"I do not," Lily says dignifiedly. "And I should drink in my current state."
Sirius rolls his eyes. "Are you two still keeping that joke?"
"What joke?" Tonks asks, curious.
Lily sighs. "Dear Padfoot is under the impression I'm not really pregnant."
"You cannot be pregnant," declares Sirius, as if it's obvious. Tonks snorts.
"Well, for the things I've unfortunately witnessed between them, I'd say she can be pregnant, no question."
"Yeah." James holds the back of his neck, his cheeks red. "Sorry about that, we thought we had locked the doorā"
Remus laughs heartily. "That's how you know you are part of the family," he assures Tonks. "It's a tradition to catch them...ah... making babies, I guess."
"To be fair, it only happened twice," Lily notes.
"People catching you two or the babies?"
Lily nods gravely. "If I had a child for every time someone caught us, we could have our own Quidditch team by now."
"Your own Potter's Playground," sniggers Sirius. Then he throws a reproachful glance at Remus and Tonks. "Since when are you two into this prank?"
Remus smiles innocently. "Since James promised me I would be godfatherāmind you, I had to wait twenty yearsā"
"I am the godfather!"
"You can be Uncle Padfoot now," Remus suggests, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"No one ever called me uncleāJames! I'm okay with your fake pregnancy, but fake uncle is too far."
"Sirius," Lily insists. "It's not fake. I'm three months pregnant now."
Sirius blinks; twice. "You cannot be," he says reasonably. "I would have noticed it."
"Is it?"
"I'm an Auror."
"A lousy one," Tonks teases. "Let's seeāthere's that glowing aura, James hasn't let her hold anything heavier than a fork, Lily didn't drink wine the whole dinnerā"
"And," Remus adds, "there's the fact that she told us. To use your Auror terms, she confessed her crime."
"Repeatedly," James whispers; Sirius ignores him. He kneels suddenly as if the weight of his body is too much, and he stares at James and Lily with awe.
"Pregnantāyou two are really...?" They nod. "There is another Potter coming?" Another nod. Sirius' eyes widen. "Good Godric, I can't believe, I... I am going to be a godfather again!"
"Er..."
"Not now," Lily whispers to her husband, patting Sirius' head; he is actually crying. "We have six months to get him used to the idea."
#Jily Lives AU#I told Zin I had a writer's block for this series#but these five just clicked something#So thank you so much for sending this prompt <3#i miss older Jily#Jily#Eyes Glistening
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Art prompt: What happens when you give an Eobard a coffee?
Good question~! I like to think he can at least handle some, but no speedster ever truly escapes the power of coffee I thought it'd be fun to have it where, unlike other normal speedsters, users of the Negative Speed Force instead get the amplifies negative effects LOL
#dc#dc comics#eobard thawne#reverse flash#hunter zolomon#I'm so sorry for how long this took!!#Thank you very much for sending me this~! <3#I can't promise I'll do every art prompt but this was fun~#Poor Hunter he probably experienced it all first hand too lol#my art
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āSo, I donāt think Iām dying, or anything, and itās probably not that serious, butā¦ Iām kinda bleeding. A lot.ā for mattdrai
I felt this one was very dramatic lol
tw// blood + mentions of a knife
āSo, I donāt think Iām dying, or anything, and itās probably not that serious, butā¦Iām kinda bleeding. A lot.ā
The content of what Leon had just said and the calm tone he just used do not match at all, and it has Matthew immediately bee lining towards the kitchen where Leon was doing the dishes. He had said there weren't that many, and instead of running the dishwasher he was just going to do them in the sink. Matthew had shrugged and left him to it, but clearly that was a mistake.
His mouth falls open at the wad of paper towels Leon is holding over his hand, soaked deep red with blood.
āLeon, what the hell did you do?ā Matthew gasps, immediately pulling off more paper towels and
āI uh,ā Leonās cheeks flush bright red and he turns his gaze to the ceiling, āI forgot one of those knives were in the sink before I filled it up with water.ā
Matthew knows the ones. It was a fancy set of Japanese knives that Brady had gotten for them last Christmas. He swore by them, and Matthew wasnāt one for much cooking, but even he could admit that they had an insane edge on them.
āSo fucking stupid,ā Leon mutters.
āHey, it was an accident, happens to the best of us,ā Matthew says gently, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. The amount of blood on the counter was a little concerning, but he could deal with that afterwards. Pointing to Leonās hand, he asks, āCan I?ā
Leon nods.
Matthew peels back the used paper towel and tosses it in the sink, grabbing a fresh dry sheet to pat the blood away from around the cut. Itās at least an inch, on his palm just under his thumb, but the way it keeps bleeding makes it hard for Matthew to really get a good look at it.
Matthew shakes his head, and presses the paper towel down against Leonās palm, holding it tight between his two hands.
āOw,ā Leon winces, but doesnāt pull away.
āSorry, babe,ā Matthew frowns, āLetās keep some pressure on it for a bit, but I think you might need stitches.ā
āGreat. The med staff is gonna love me.ā
Matthew looks Leon over and sighs. Thereās blood on his beige t-shirt and somehow on his neck, heās holding his free hand up in the air so he doesnāt get it anywhere else, and Matthew notices how itās trembling.
He quietly sidles into Leonās space a little more.
Out on the ice, Matthew was good at causing shit and taking up space, but here with Leon he had learned to do it with a gentleness that he had always been led to believe wasnāt in his powerāor that it shouldnāt be. He comforts the way he knows how, kisses Leonās forehead and rests his lips there for a moment, āYou gonna be okay?ā
āYah. It's just embarrassing,ā Leon admits, meeting Matthewās eyes with a sorry smile, āHow are you so good at this anyways?ā
Matthew doesnāt answer right away, slowly letting Leonās hand go from his grasp to peek at the gash again. Itās still bleeding pretty profusely, and he was probably going to have to get some gauze from the bathroom and wrap it up before they went to the hospital.
He thinks back to being a kid, how many scrapes and bruises his siblings and him had amassed, and being the oldest, he had to have some kind of knowledge on how to fix things, āAh. You can thank growing up with Brady and Taryn for that. Mostly Brady.ā
Leon nods thoughtfully, takes a long time before he answers, āHm. Not thanking him for those knives, though.ā
āNo,ā Matthew agrees, an amused huff of laughter leaving his lips, āNot for the knives.ā
ao3
#mattdrai#1929#blurb#drabble#hrpf#my fic#my writing#am i writing from personal experience#knife in the sink and not knowing ab it???#not to stitches extent but#yah maybe#thank you so much for sending one of the prompts !!! <3#anon
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petrichor for the prompts please? Itās currently storming and my are is under nearly every watch/warning imaginable right now (thunderstorm, flooding, and tornado being the big ones). Remembering that thereās new growth and life springing up around me helps me during gloomy days like this.
Iām happy to see you writing again, lem. It brings me joy.
Sending you warm and cozy thoughts full of your favorite warm beverage, blanket, a fire, and a beautiful view š
(aaah, stay safe! we had hail & massive thunderstorms here over the weekend and it was pretty scary! i hope it passes quickly and that there's no real damage where you are. also, i hope you don't mind i chose our beloved yams because when i think of petrichor, i think of forests, and, well, you can probably figure out the rest, ahaha. <3)
There are few things Tenzo likes more than being in the forest after a storm. The fresh smell of rain, of loam, of life bristling all around him, never ceases to induce a sensation of both contentment and excitement.
Appreciation for the humidity and the quiet, anticipation for everything new yet to come.
The moss is soft beneath him, squelching a little in places where the land dips and water has collected. He doesn't mind the wet feet, though. The one thing shinobi sandals are good for is that they drain easily. And it's warm enough he isn't concerned about his toes getting cold.
He pauses to take a long, deep breath through his nose, to enjoy the earthy scent all around him. It's like the heavy drops of precipitation have activated the world anew; awakening the dirt and the bark of the trees, coaxing them to life. He breathes it all in and feels like he is one with the forest.
Maybe his kinship with it has something to do with mokuton. Perhaps his tranquil nature and his love of the woods is all part of his complicated relationship to his own body; the cells that replicate inside him which were put there by someone else.
If so, perhaps his appreciation for nature is the only gift Orochimaru ever gave him.
The rains have been heavy in Fire Country this season, and the proof is all around him. The greenery is brighter than usual, the stems of flowers and ferns hardy and thick, brimming with strength. Birds chirp, fluttering their wings as they bathe in puddles left by the storm.
The forest swells with life, and it invigorates Tenzo on his journey. He has no destination today, no mission to complete. His time, for now, is his own, and amongst the damp leaves and sticky mud and biting insects is the only way he'd ever consider enjoying it.
The sound of an animal in the brush catches his attention and Tenzo alights easily to a tree branch overhead to survey his surroundings. At first, he thinks perhaps it's a fox--the copper fur catches his eyes between verdant leaves. But it seems much too small for a fox. Perhaps a kit, then.
Tenzo climbs down from his perch and approaches slowly, not wanting to spook the creature if he can help it. It might be injured or sick if it's wandering the forest so close to him in broad daylight, and he does not relish a trip to the infirmary if it decides to attack.
When he pushes aside the leaves, Tenzo has to stifle a laugh.
It's no fox, no kit, but a bedraggled, half-drowned looking orange tabby, who glares at him from beneath sodden, matted fur, ears flattened and hissing as it sneers.
"Got caught in the rain, huh?" he asks, smirking at the feline as it makes a ferocious rumbling sound somewhere deep in its belly. Tenzo just chuckles. "Yes, you're very terrifying. Now come here."
The cat hisses when Tenzo unzips his vest and scoops it up in his arms, but it's not as if this is any more difficult than wrangling a rambunctious ANBU squad at the bar or rousing Kakashi-senpai for a particularly early mission departure. So with minimal effort, Tenzo manages to secure the cat in his grasp, holding it firmly against his chest so he can use his other sleeve to dry the creature's head and back, letting the rest of the moisture seep into the front of his shirt.
At first, the cat struggles, digging its needle-like claw into Tenzo's forearms and chest. "Oh, knock it off, you're fine," he says, continuing to help the cat dry off. The method isn't perfect, by any means, but by the time he sets the cat back on its feet, it's much less drowned-looking than when he found it.
"There you are," he says, still chuckling, "try to stay out of the rain next time."
And then he's on his way again, marching back toward Konoha listening to the birds and the rush of water in a nearby stream, trying very hard not to let on that he can sense the cat stalking him through the undergrowth.
He's unsure whether it does so out of gratitude or irritation, but it hardly matters.
One cat to another, Tenzo doesn't find his new orange shadow to be much of a threat.
It's not until he's home he has to make a decision--leave it outside or let it in. It's not much of a decision, though, because as soon as his front door is open half an inch, the thing darts inside like it's always lived there.
Tenzo rolls his eyes, resigned to his evening. He'll put up posters tomorrow to see if the stray belongs to anyone, but for now, he's too tired and content to worry over it.
As he sprawls on his bed a little while later, the cat climbs up to join him.
"Oh, so you like me now, huh?" he asks.
The cat glares, but still settles on his chest to fall asleep, purring all the while. Tenzo's new companion still smells like the forest--like the damp earth and green leaves he loves so much.
He'll still make the posters, but it seems to him like maybe that's a sign.
prompt list for those interested. <3
#tenzo#yamato#tenzo fanfiction#yamato fanfiction#lemony scribbles#april š§ļø lem š#howdoesoneadult#thank you so much for your kind words and for sending in a prompt i hope you like this lil' thing <3
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I have a prompt if you're interested. Ted catches Ronance dead to rights. However, Nancy saw this coming, gets in Ted's face and dares him to disown her. He goes for a slap, Robin responds with a punch.
YEEESSS i love this!!! I hope this lives up to how you imagined it:
Robin's skin feels warm against Nancy's. Her taste is on her lips, her scent is all around her, her hands are on her hips, in her hair, on her back, but it's not enough, she needs more of Robin, all of Robin... She breaks apart from her, looking up at her girlfriend in awe, taking in the dazed look on her freckled face, the messy strands of hair framing her bright red cheeks, her heaving chest as she takes some panting, shuddering breaths.
Slowly, she lets her fingers trace over Robin's torso, until her hands reach the collar of her blouse and slowly start to unbutton it. She really takes her time with it, carefully unwrapping Robin button by button, revealing more freckled skin, a simple black bra, a soft tummy, a perfect belly button surrounded by a few dark hairs...
'Nance.' Her name is a whisper on Robin's tongue. Nancy looks up to her through her lashes, meeting the longing gaze in her bright blue eyes.
Robin is much less patient as she is: she tugs on the hem of Nancy's shirt and pulls it over her head in one quick movement. Nancy gasps for air as Robin presses their mouths back together again with an intoxicating kind of urgency. She allows herself to completely get lost in Robin's taste on her tongue, Robin's fingers ghosting over the bare skin of her back, and she lets her own hands wander underneath Robin's unbuttoned blouse, tracing upwards until she reaches the clasp of her bra.
'Nancy, your mother wanted me to ā'
With a gasp, the two of them jump apart when Nancy's bedroom door opens.
'Holy hell!
'Don't you knock?!'
'What in God's name -'
'Get out of here!'
'What're you doing?!'
'What does it look like we're doing?!'
Next to her, Robin is furiously buttoning up her blouse again, her cheeks a bright color of red, probably matching Nancy's.
Nancy's father is standing in the doorway, looking furious at the two girls from behind his thick glasses. He crosses his arms, not looking like he's planning on leaving anytime soon.
'Explain yourself, young lady,' he says. There is a sternness in his voice that Nancy's hasn't heard often.
She lifts her head, refusing to look guilty or ashamed, her jaw clenched.
'Me and Robin have been dating for a while now,' she says. She'd known from the start that it had to get out in the open sometime; preferably, it wouldn't have been this way, but now that Pandora's box has been opened, she isn't planning on hiding away and closing it. She isn't ashamed of who she loves, and she refuses to treat the prime source of happiness in her life like something dirty.
She feels the fingers of Robin's hand intertwine with hers and gently squeezes back, silently conveying the promise that everything will be okay.
Her dad stays silent for a couple of seconds, looking back and forth between Robin and Nancy; Nancy can sense that Robin is holding her breath.
'No, no way,' he finally says. 'This can't be happening. I won't let it.' He fixes his eyes onto Robin. 'I'm not gonna let you walk into my house to corrupt my daughter under my roof. Get out of here.'
Robin opens her mouth, a terrified look in her eyes, but Nancy speaks before she can.
'Corrupt me, seriously? Don't you dare talk to my girlfriend like that.' Her voice is trembling but she doesn't back down. 'I'm my own person, dad, you don't get to decide who I'm with.'
'Nancy, you ā'
'If you send her away, you're sending me away too.'
He takes a large step into the bedroom. 'Don't you dare ā'
'What are you gonna do, disown me?'
'Maybe I will, if you don't choose your next words very wisely!'
He raises a hand, but before Nancy can even process what he's about to do, Robin gets between the two of them: her hair is a mess and her blouse is buttoned askew and she has never looked more badass as she punches Ted right in his face, making him stagger while his glasses drop to the floor.
But when she turns around to Nancy, all badassery has faded from her face: there's a shocked look in her blue eyes, almost apologetic, as if she didn't quite mean to do that.
Nancy only needs a second to throw her own shirt back on; then, she takes Robin's hand and pulls her with her past a still-recovering Ted into the hall.
'We're leaving. You can tell mom she can call me at Robin's if she wants to talk,' she says to him before they run down the stairs and out of the house.
'Shit, Nance, I am so sorry,' says Robin as soon as they get outside.
'What the hell are you sorry for?'
'I punched your dad, Nance! Jesus, I punched a man in the face! And now he probably hates both of us and maybe you're never allowed to come back home and it'll all be my fault and I never wanted you to choose between me and your family but now ā'
'Robin,' Nancy interrupts her stream of words. She halts and turns toward her, cupping both her hands around Robin's face. 'Don't you dare apologize for that. I love you. I love you so fucking much. God, I love how ready you were to protect me. And he got what he deserved, honestly.'
She stretches onto her tiptoes to reach Robin's mouth and press a heated kiss onto her lips. When she pulls back, Robin is looking slightly less freaked-out.
'You can punch a bigot for me any day, Rob,' she says. Despite everything, she smiles. And she means it.
#thank you so much for sending this in <3#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#ronance#prompt#stranger things#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#ted wheeler#fruity ficlet#tw violence#tw homophobia
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if u want, for the whump wheel - burned + illya? -@set-phasers-to-whump
Here you go! Thank you for the prompts, I love that I immediately got a bunch of Illya whump requests looool <;3 Ao3 link
He wakes to the sound of crying.
Or perhaps āwakesā is a bit of an exaggeration, with the way his eyelids flutter uselessly a couple of times and eventually manage to open less than halfway, allowing him a glimpse of his surroundings.
Thereās a lot of light, and a figure hunched next to him blocking most of it out.
Cowboy, he recognizes, just as he registers that heās lying on his stomach, his head floating and his body awfully heavy in contrast. He canāt put his finger on what happened, at first, but it ceases to matter the moment he fully realizes that Solo is crying. Heās hunched on himself, stifling his sobs in his palm, his full body shaking with the force of it.
As alarmed as Illya is, shock running through him in a wave, he canāt manage to do anything about it, his lips parting slightly and his fingers twitching, but the rest of his body staying locked in place.
Heās sorry, Solo is saying, choked out between a sob and the next. Illya canāt imagine what on earth heād have to be sorry for: they are both clearly alive, arenāt they? He can see ugly bruising looming on his eye, swallowing a good chunk of his face, but it will heal.
āI should have talked,ā Solo is saying, his voice shaking as he hides his face behind his hands. āIām so sorry, Iām such an idiot.ā
Illya remembers it now, if vaguely. The burning pain, his own screams tearing through the air, the shock setting in as the pain kept coming and coming without reprieve. He remembers Solo pleading, screaming for them to stop, with a level of desperation that he had never seen him display beforeāIllya wasnāt the one with the information they wanted.
Gaby was the one tasked to go with their target, keep him safe until the extraction arrived. Solo was the one tasked with smuggling him out to begin with. Illya was just the diversion.
Donāt be stupid, Illya wants to say. He wants to get up, gather him close and let him know that itās alright, that he understands and he did the right thing. He wants to say as much, but his mouth wonāt move and he canāt gather enough air to speak anyway. We would both be dead if you had talked. Gaby too. You did well. We are okay.
Solo sobs harder, like he somehow heard him and heās expressing his disagreement. Illya feels phantom burning pain on his back, hurting from every involuntary shift of his body, and he thinks he understands.
Itās okay, he still wants to say. Itās okay, Iāll be fine. Iāve had worse. Itās not your fault.
Heāll tell him, later. Once keeping his eyes open wonāt be so hard and his head wonāt weigh so much.
spin the whump wheel and send me a prompt + a character!
#napollya#napollya fic#tmfu fic#napoleon x illya#illya x napoleon#the man from uncle#tmfu#not spn#my fanfic#doing prompts#this is actually really helping looool#i'm trying to just write without overthinking so much and posting without sitting on the fics for days#thank you for sending this <3<3
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Hello there!^~^
Iām new to tumblr so Idk how making a request actually works but could u write some scenarios/hcs with multiple characters (u can choose them but plz add Suo too:) in which the boys are jealous because reader (which they have a crush on) is spending way too much time for their liking with another member. Little do they know that reader is actually asking their friend about how to confess to the boys ;)))))
So later the boys come and confess to the reader and tell her how they love her:>>>>>
hiii there nonnie my love!! š¤ no worries at all thank u for being here š„ŗ my requests are closed right now but i just told another anon that iādd still add their prompt to my wips (u can see the list here!)
so ima add yours to it too! i always update it so u can check it whenever u want (:
#š¦¢ā mail !#i loooove prompts like these sm aaaa#OKAY BUT if anyone else sees this !! no more reqs for a bit#i feel so bad when i take forever nsjsjjdnd#iāll write them and then theyāll reopen !!#but thank you for sending in your ideas <3 i love them all very much#i should have worded one of my posts better so that was my fault#reqs r closed!!
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11 12 13 for fic asks
finally got the chance to sit down and rest T_T thank you so much, pingo!!
11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?
i write scenes in order! i like extending my metaphors/symbolism over scenes, doing callbacks when i can and establishing some cohesion through that, so i'm quite hesitant to jump around. when i bullet-point my outlines though, i ping-pong around, often starting at the middle/end then building around it.
12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines?Ā How far do you stray from them?
i do! i try create a skeleton of every scene, which can be a single paragraph to several. i usually start with a volley of dialogue that inspires the rest of the scene. pacing, body language details, scene, ambiance all build off the conversations. i stick to these outlined convos pretty loyally, but may add or rearrange things for pacing.
13. Do you listen to music while you write?Ā If yes, what have you been listening to recently?
i'm utterly incapable of listening to music with lyrics in them while writing... i usually put on ambient noise or if i'm really trying to get into a certain tone/mood, a playlist of instrumentals. i remember liking these pov playlists by selena for awhile
fic writer asks - send me a number š
#answering this ask was such a nice reward after a trying day T_T#if you rb the prompt list i'll make sure to send you some too <3#thank you so much!!!#answered#pingo1387
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boblin + 7 š„ŗ
coming right at you <3 "Lin." "Yeeeeeessssss?" Bob sighed and rubbed at his temples before holding a hand out. "Lin, come on. I need my shirt." Linda huffed and held the shirt tighter to her chest, sticking her tongue out at him. "Go get another one!" "But that's my work shirt," he protested, taking a step towards his wife. "That's the one I always wear to work." "You have dozens of other shirts!" Linda protested, gesturing towards their closet as she took a step back. "Wear one of them!" "But I want that shirt," Bob whined, blushing when he realized how much he sounded like one of their kids. Still, it was his shirt and he didn't understand why she wouldn't just give it to him. "Bobby, please." She gave him her best puppy eyes, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "It's my one day off and I wanna wear this shirt. It smells like you. Please?" Damn it, how could he say no when she put it like that? Plus it was always hard to tell her no when she looked at him like that. Some would have called him whipped, but he'd rather be uncomfortable in a different shirt for just one day than make her sad. But of course he couldn't let her know that, so he let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Fiiiiiiine. Just this once." The corners of his lips threatened to betray him, though, as they desperately wanted to twitch up. The elated look on her face made up for it all, as did the way he got to see a flash of her boobs when she pulled the shirt she was wearing off and tugged his shirt over her head. What could he say, he'd never been good at resisting her.
#boblin#bob x linda#bob belcher x linda belcher#bob belcher#linda belcher#bob's burgers#writing prompt#hey caroline#thank you for sending this it was so much fun <3
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hey could you do the "holding them while they sleep talk" prompt for Willex for the fluffy laying in bed prompts???
Alex was holding Willie close to his chest as Willie slept on top of him. They had enjoyed a day of Willie trying to teach Alex to skate, ending in disaster a few times, and had decided to crash back in the studio when they were done. WIllie had curled up on Alex's chest like a cat, snuggling up to him. He had shortly fallen asleep, and now Alex was gently stroking Willie's hair and watching them sleep with a fond smile.
Willie mumbled something in his sleep and shifted his head so that he was nuzzled closer to Alex. Alex just smiled and looped an arm around Willie's shoulder to hold him closer. Alex had found out very quickly that Willie mumbled lots of incoherent things while they slept, but Alex adored it.
Neither of them were quite used to affection like this with each other, but it felt so natural when they did curl up close. So when Willie reached out in their sleep for Alex's hand, Alex got a little flustered. He tangled their fingers together, and when Willie let out a little content hum, his heart melted a little bit. Willie was just too adorable when he was being wholesome, especially when he was being wholesome in his sleep.
Alex nestled his head on top of Willie's, and inhaled deeply. Willie smelled like safety and love, and he could never get enough of that. It was one of his favorite things in the world. Alex closed his eyes as he felt the pull of sleep. He gave Willie's hand a squeeze and kissed the crown of his head. "Love you," he whispered softly.
And right as Alex was beginning drifting off, he heard Willie whisper, "love you too."
Yeah, Willie sleep talking was definitely one of Alex's favorite things.
#I hope you like this aaaaa#I haven't written these two in a while but this was a really sweet prompt#thanks so much for sending it in!! <3#willex#jatp#julie and the phantoms
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my fingers are typing. they have never typed so quick before. taptaptaptaptap i love u all
#įس į±ā
į±āĖ inner thoughts !#https-heizou#my brainrot is finally over#i love prompt events so much you have no idea#thank u to everyone sending in requests !! iām starting them now <3#most likely in chronological order-
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nonverbal prompts / accepting / @gloryseized
aid help them with a task. from Link to Tulin
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A good warrior always pays attention, and always closely observes their surroundings for potential scrimmages. Not that he's being a warrior right now ā or that he needs to be at a time like this ā but he figures the ways of the effective warrior, as decreed by Dad would apply here, too.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It's with wide eyes and a beak shoved in too-close that he watches Link go about his culinary doings, noting all the motions he makes with the cooking pot and the ingredients he throws into the cooking stew. A faithful student, 'cept maybe he's also being an annoying one; not for the first, second, or even sixth time, Tulin finds his feathers brushing up against Link's side again. Oops.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Sorry!" he strains to whisper, withdrawing. Just for a beat or two, though. He's back to pushing himself into the process in a way that is definitely not helpful before long.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā How else is he gonna learn how much rock salt he should be adding, or what colours the soup should be turning, or how many times he should be stirring, and so many other cooking things he'd totally mess up ( has totally messed up ) 'cause the most cooked thing he's ever made involvedā likeā four steps!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā This is an important dish, for an important person! Botching it once alone is fine, whatever, but botching it when he's got the amazing chef that is Link here to learn from? When he asked for Link's help in the first place? Embarrassing to the highest degree.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He tries reviewing all the steps he's seen so far in his mind's eye, determined to commit them all to memory, only to hit a snag every time he tries going past the fifth one. Then it's past the fourth step, 'cause he's suddenly confused and doubtful. Then it's the third step.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Uhh, Link?" he cheeps, high and warbling. He can't help the wince that pinches his beak when the whole recipe, even unfinished as it is, falls to its last pieces in his head. Why is remembering archery rules and forms and tips and basically everything 'bout being the best archer ever easier than this? "I know I said I only needed help learning, butā d'you think we could just," he shakes his wings at what will no doubt be a real delicious stew, "use your food?"
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Mum would at least have a chance of recovering something from her sickness with Link's cooking. She's only lost stuff like her guts with Tulin's.
#gloryseized#01. gloryseized#( HELLO!! thanks for sending this in!! <3#i usually intend for my prompt answers to be read as drabbles but idk what happened here. half a drabble and starter or smth#i hope you won't mind me throwing a starter at you later for the sc anyway slkdfjldf#anyhow. [on my hands and knees] I LOVE THEM AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH!!! )#* windsong / ic.#* windsong / answer.#* ic / para.#* v / song of the taming.
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@matriarchsdevotee asked: ā why should i trust you? ā question prompts |Ā accepting
That was a hard question to answer. It was no secret that the relationship between the Gerudo and the Hylians was strained, to put it lightly.
Now Zelda stood before Nabooru, claiming that the Gerudo King had turned against his people and threatened to bring calamity to ALL the races of Hyrule. Even if Nabooru had an inkling of distrust in Ganondorf, it must have been a hard pill to swallow ā especially when the Princess of a detested race was the one bringing the news.
āAs a child I experienced multiple premonitions that lead me to believe that Ganondorf intended to betray my father and the rest of Hyrule. It was something I warned Link of, but we were forced to flee the castle before he could return. Ganondorf attacked and took over the throne. I would not have requested that Link go on his mission if it were not for those prophetic dreams,ā she explained, hoping she would be able to convince Nabooru to trust her. āAnd I would not have the gall to stand before you now if I thought Ganondorf had the best interest of your people in mind.ā
Ganondorfās rule did not mean freedom for the Gerudo. No, Zelda felt certain if he were to gain control of the rest of the triforce it would lead to the damnation of all ā the Gerudo included.
āI know the wellbeing of your people means as much to you as my kingdom means to me. Help me restore balance to Hyrule and I will do everything in my power to help you restore the peace your tribe deserves.ā
#matriarchsdevotee#the clear waterās surface reflects growth ā į“É“sį“”ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½Źį“į“
į“sį“s ā#iāve been waiting for you ā Ē«į“į“į“į“ ā#[ Thank you so much for sending this in! <3#As soon as I read the prompt I immediately thought it would be fitting for Zelda and Nabooru meeting for the first time#Hope that's alright! c: ]
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