#valentine’s day prompts

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

GAC pack - Texting? (I could imagine their group text being a little nuts 😭)

look at me!!!! i posted!!!!!

babs. thank you for this request. i feel like i grew so much as a writer from this. when i got it i was like "pshhh texting will be easy" i was so wrong!!!! this originally started out as like a 6k word gene & alex & zeke adventure and i hated it. i COULD NOT make it work. i was feeling so discouraged and i considered not doing it at all and then i was like. nobody is holding me at gunpoint to write it like this. and then i changed it and now i love it so much!!! so lesson learned i can stop writing something a certain way even if i love the idea (and i will definitely be recycling the original premise for something else)! okay i am running on like 45 minutes of sleep and a dr. pepper so that is all i will say ily byeeeeee

[demigoddessqueens]

Thank you for letting me know because I would love to request more! How many requests can I send for your valentine prompts? Can I request the same prompt requests? I love the prompts too much so I have a hard time deciding 😅 Thanks!

-CV-Non

Hey bae!!!

So now I have TWO more spaces open now for the main master list (1-14), and below are the aforementioned prompts. Any combo you can choose from

If you or anyone else want to choose more from the same list, I can always add a Bonus section 😁

[sagesolsticewrites]

happy one week (almost) until valentine’s day! Hope y’all like the new theme ☺️💕

In honor of this lovely holiday, I’ll be posting some of my favorite V-Day prompt lists! Feel free to send in requests for whatever x reader pairing/polyam shapes y’all would like!

Valentine’s Day Prompts

(Reblog to your heart’s content; go forward and make sappy content!) Send a prompt and a pairing and I’ll write a mini-fic: 💋 - kisses and cuddles 💐 - surprise flowers 🥀 - rose petal trail 🛁 - bubble bath/hot shower 😏 - naughty whispers 💍 - a proposal 💫 - stargazing 💝 - romantic gifts 💘 - love at first sight 🍝 - romantic dinner 🍷 - night out 🎬 - romcom au 💌 - love letters 🍕 - ordering dinner in 🏩- romantic get away 🎂 - an anniversary 🍿 - movie date 🌹 - garden/nature date 🍫 - chocolates 🎀 - all dressed up 🔥 - a passionate moment ☕ - coffee date 🍯 - pet names 💖 - a confession/declaration 🎵 - love songs

[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

[dellinkou]

[ Madara was in control most days. But some days Obito would come back. And Obito was a sentimental fool, one who still longed for his village, his team, his family. So the sentimental fool would travel to Konoha and sit by the Memorial Stone when that Hatake teammate of his was there, all to indulge in his little fantasy of being reunited, of actually being spoken to. ] @obito-week || prompt: indulge, split identity

[rafesweetie]

track i. I FORGOT THAT YOU EXISTED! (feat. sunny!reader x rafe)

“lived in the shade u were throwing ‘till all of my sunshine was gone,“

rafe had done you wrong. your nickname was sunshine, but it felt like all your sunshine was gone. he had severe anger issues, and it seemed your constant perkiness and need to go out and do things with him and interrupt his work had caused him to lose it and scream at you one awful night before your valentines date.

so you wonder why you’re at the boneyard right now, where him and the kooks are. you’re dancing with cleo, drunk off of what felt like a million twisted teas. everything is just a blur.

with a giggle, you rush off to get another couple drinks for you to shotgun with the girls. that’s when you run into him — literally, you back up into his hard chest.

“y/n? jesus,” he huffs as you push him off.

“oh my god, rafe!” you smile at him, and he’s instantly confused. “i literally forgot you existed! how’ve you been?”

“..uh— i got a girlfriend now, so… that’s good,”

“wow, that’s great. so she doesn’t care that you yell?” you stop yourself. “oh, forgot about that too until now! wow, you were like, crazy,”

he scoffs. “i’m not crazy,” he defends, and you giggle and playfully push his bicep as if he’s made some joke.

“you totally are, but that’s okay, if your new girlfriend is into that!” you smile. “anyway, i’m gonna go get another drink,”

“uh, don’t think you need another,” he tries to stop you, seeing your state.

“oh, that’s totally fine, i’m good! i’d actually prefer if you didn’t talk to me as if we’re anything close to friends, it’s been really peaceful and quiet without you.”

“are you… you fucking serious? you hate me now, is that it?” he scoffs. “you know i totally would’ve stayed with you, not my fault i still care. would’ve fought the whole town to keep you safe, so yeah.”

“i don’t hate you. you taught me some really hard lessons! like… oh, i’m forgetting, s’all a blur,” your eyebrows furrow. “but anyway, it isn’t love, it isn’t haze, just indifference, so… yeah!”

you mock his last sentence as you grab another can and walk away.

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[ramp-it-up]

This one was lost too!

PUPPY LOVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count:  1.5 K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Valentine shoes and surprises, lovers quarrel, angst, longing, begging, kitchen sex, pleasurable pain, nipple play (f receiving) fingering, raw sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving) Daddy kink.

A/N: Based on this ask. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista​ 💕

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You’d insisted on making dinner yourself, telling Andy that you would wear the heels that he couldn’t resist presenting you this morning after you gave him his holiday deep throat special.

But by the time he’d left, both of you were tense again after your request and his refusal. A small squabble that ruined the holiday mood. He was adamant and you were out of the practice of hearing him say no.

Keep reading

[steveseddie]

come sleep with me

written for @steddielovemonth day 14 “come sleep with me: we won’t make love, love will make us” | the @steddiebingo kissing booth mini event, prompt: mutual pining | the @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: love

rating: t | wc: 915 | no cw | tags: friends with benefits, mutual pining, idiots in love

read on ao3

Any other day Eddie would be thrilled to have Steve like this– half-naked under him, flushed and squirming from Eddie kissing all over his chest. 

Part of him sure is interested, but the rest knows that when Steve called earlier and asked him to come over, he probably should’ve said no. 

But if there’s something Eddie isn’t good at, it’s telling Steve no. 

Otherwise, how would he end up hooking up with Steve on the regular while knowing fully well that he was setting himself up for heartbreak?

So Eddie said yes, and he came over despite being physically and mentally exhausted from an entire week of awful nightmares. He thinks he’s doing a decent job at shoving it all away to pay attention to Steve. That is until he feels Steve’s hand grab hold of his neck and use it to pull him up so he can look at his face and ask– “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Eddie shakes his head, his hair falling around them. “Nothing,” he lies. Badly if the way Steve arches an eyebrow at him means anything. Eddie heaves out a sigh. “I– I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve had nightmares all week. I’m so tired and there’s just so much in my head right now–”

Of course, Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to act mad or disappointed but he’s still surprised by how gently he brushes Eddie’s hair off of his face, his eyes soft as he stares up at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Eddie lets out a snort. “Yeah because telling the guy you’re making out with that you can’t stop thinking about demobats ripping into your flesh is such a turn-on,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Tugging at Eddie’s hair, Steve half-heartedly rolls his eyes. “I meant earlier, Eds.” 

“I guess I was hoping that this was what I needed,” Eddie admits, shrugging. 

“What you need is sleep.”

Eddie sighs. “Yeah, I know.”

When Steve gently shoves Eddie off of him, he takes that as his cue to leave. Especially when Steve walks over to his closet and puts on some sweatpants. Now that he knows nothing is happening between them tonight, it makes sense that Steve is getting ready for bed.  

Which means Eddie should probably get out of his way. 

He just found his jeans and is about to put them back on when Steve tosses something at him. It lands at his feet– a pair of sweatpants.  

“Do you need a shirt too or are you sleeping shirtless?” Steve asks, still rummaging through his closet. 

Eddie stares blankly at his naked back. “Um, what?” 

“Do you want to borrow a shirt?” He asks, glancing at Eddie over his shoulder. His lips tug up into a smirk when he adds, “I have a Tears for Fears shirt you’d look great in, I think.” 

Eddie takes too long to think of a comeback and Steve frowns, probably expecting him to jump at the thought of wearing a shirt of a band that plays anything other than heavy metal. And he would, if he wasn’t busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that Steve seems to think he’s staying over. 

He’s never done that even after they started hooking up. 

Steve’s eyes dart to the jeans Eddie is holding in his hand. “You weren’t planning on sleeping in those, were you?” He asks with a chuckle. 

“No, I– I was gonna go home.”

Steve’s mouth twists downward. “Why?” 

Because they don’t sleep together. They have sex and then Eddie leaves. It hurts every time, but he knows it would hurt more if he stayed and woke up next to Steve –or, god forbid, in Steve’s arms– only for it not to mean anything to him.

“I– we never– we don’t do that–”

“I know,” Steve says, sucking his lip between his teeth. “But what– what if I want us to do that?” 

Eddie blinks. “Sleep together?” 

“No, yeah,” Steve rubs a hand against his neck, “but also, um– other things.” 

Eddie’s breath hitches. “Like?”

“Like going on dates and cuddling and holding hands, maybe not in public but like, in front of our friends if you’re okay with that and–”

“Steve, Stevie, are you– are you saying you want to date me?” Eddie asks, his voice an octave higher, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

“Yeah,” Steve softly admits and Eddie can’t help but gasp. “But I– I promise I didn’t feel this way when we started this, and I was going to say something to you, but I was nervous that you didn’t–”

“I did! I do! Feel that way. Since before we started this, even. If anyone should’ve said anything, it’s me,” Eddie stammers out. “I thought I was setting myself up for heartbreak when you eventually found someone else and stopped wanting me–”

“I wouldn’t, I won’t. In fact,” Steve says, starting to smile. He moves closer to Eddie, one of his hands brushing against his fingers. “I’m crazy about you, Eds.”

“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie mutters, and then he’s cupping Steve’s face and bringing him closer so he can kiss him squarely on the lips. It’s not the first time they’ve kissed, but it’s definitely different.

“So,” Steve starts, pulling back only enough to get the words out. “Is that a yes?” 

“To dating you?” Eddie asks, their lips brushing together. Steve nods. 

And well, Eddie still can’t say no to Steve, so he says–

“Yes.”

[scealaiscoite]

valentine’s prompts; tropes ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends to lovers

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

²⁾ “thanks for making today a little less depressing.”

³⁾ “has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ coworkers to lovers

¹⁾ “if you’re still wondering who left those flowers at your desk, i think i’m ready to put your mind at ease.”

²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

³⁾ “c’mon, it’s not like haven’t shared a dinner whilst working late before. it doesn’t have to mean anything different just because of the day that’s in it.”

⁴⁾ “someone’s been leaving valentines for me all over the building today, and i’m pretty sure i know who.”

⁵⁾ “i don’t have any plans after work, and i know you haven’t either. how about we keep each other company instead of spending it alone?”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ roommates to lovers

¹⁾ “before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

²⁾ “i thought that since we both had nowhere to be today, we could make a day of it. just ourselves.”

³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

⁴⁾ “wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

⁵⁾ “i’m happy i got to spend the day with someone i actually care about.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ exes to lovers

¹⁾ “don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”

²⁾ “wow, you really don’t have anyone special in your life at the minute.”

³⁾ “ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

⁴⁾ “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

⁵⁾ “maybe if things had gone like this every year, we wouldn’t have ended up the way we did.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ secret relationship

¹⁾ “are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?”

²⁾ “i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

³⁾ “it’s so much less than what you deserve, but it’s all i could think to do given the circumstances.”

⁴⁾ “and here i was, expecting just an anonymous bunch of flowers.”

⁵⁾ “i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

[novelbear]

valentine's day scenarios (but it's enemies to lovers)

prompt list by @novelbear

"you have a date? how much did you pay them?"

crashing their date with another person purposely

^ and it all was definitely out of spite. not because they were jealous. never. totally not.

sending them flowers that they just know sets off their allergies

^ probably left with some smartass note too

laughing at them simply because they seem to care about the holiday

"you celebrate this corny day?" "just say you're lonely and have no one to spend it with, next time, 'kay?"

"i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them." "and that's my business because..?" "..i don't have a date."

catfishing the hell out of them online leading up to the holiday

and then it backfiring because they realize, they're actually pretty nice and sweet outside of all the arguing.

"i thought bringing you roses would be a romantic! you know!?" "not when they still have the thorns on them, dumbass!"

giving them those boxed chocolates, but replacing the filling with something else instead (like wasabi for example lmao)

"you've been teasing me all this time about being single just for you to get stood up?" "....." "move over, you're lucky i'm hungry."

giving the other candies because it was simply "left over" and "definitely stale"

perfect chance for a little secret admirer thing to go on since one may be just too embarrassed or scared to face things head on

[yyh-revival]

Thank you for participating!! 💕

Day 14 • ~ ....Done...

Hi y'all 💚 so Today's prompt was actually "Day 14 • ~ Chocolates but with Demon ingredients | Kurama x Shizuru" but I ran outta Time.. I had a BIG drawing planed but due to some life stuff I couldn't finish in time.. so instead I wanna use this post to thank the wonderful @yyh-revival for hosting this Lovely event. I had so much fun!!💜 And also Tysm to all the wonderful people who joined! Ty guys!💝 I'm greatful I got to be apart of something and spread my love for Writing and art with everyone!✨ So...

"Thank you for waking me Up!!♪" - Smile bomb

[queeniewithabeanie]

Flamebird

Dpxdc Prompt #45

Flamebird and Nightwing are forced to be reborn and find each other over and over again, only to be ripped away and betrayed by a friend, so the Kryptonian legend goes.

Danny, who's already died once in this life and recently gained his ancient memories at the age of 21, knows this when he moves to Bludhaven because of rumors of a certain vigilante. He hopes that maybe this time could be different—that he could have a happy ending with his soulmate no matter how much of a pipedream it is.

Nightwing, vigilante of Bludhaven turns out to not be the reincarnation of Nightwing, god of Krypton, but that doesn't stop Danny from falling head over heels for the man.

Bludhaven's vigilante scene looks a little bare compared to the colony of its sister city.

And well... Danny's already used to having a nightlife and you can't have a Nightwing without a Flamebird!

[rickydoodahgrimez]

𝞋𝞎 ─────── 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: rick grimes knew he was damned since the moment he met you. but in alexandria, when a man flirts with you and you don't dare to stop him, finding amusement in rick's suffering, he shows you how damned he could be. . .

warnings: pet names, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, angry sex, rick being possessive, orgasms, cum inside, fluff at the end, hope you enjoy :)

word count: 2.4 k

a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

From the moment your eyes locked with his—bold, unflinching, and carrying a spark of mischief—something in his chest shifted. 

You weren’t afraid to push his buttons, meeting his gruff demeanour with sharp comebacks and a smirk that had no right to make his pulse race. You called him Sheriff with that teasing lilt in your voice, fully aware of how it made his jaw clench. 

He told himself it was just harmless banter—something to break the tension of survival—but the way his eyes always seemed to find you, how his ears tuned into your laughter even in a crowded room, said otherwise. 

You were chaos wrapped in a pretty package, and Rick, who had survived horrors beyond measure, suddenly found himself facing a whole new kind of danger—one he couldn’t run from.

The teasing between you was constant, an electric current that neither of you could resist. You’d call him out on his brooding stares and self-righteous speeches, and he’d retaliate with dry remarks that only made you laugh harder. 

You made it a game—who could fluster the other first, who could push just far enough to feel the heat without burning. But beneath the playful digs, something unspoken lingered, something that set his blood on fire every time your hand brushed his. 

You had a way of getting under his skin, knowing exactly when to soften your sharp tongue and meet him with an understanding gaze that left him defenceless.

He didn’t mean to fall for you—hell, he fought it. Love felt like a luxury in a world where everything was decaying, and caring too deeply only brought you pain. But you made it impossible not to. 

He fell somewhere between your reckless bravery and the cracks of vulnerability you tried to hide. It was in the way you stood beside him in every fight, your back pressed against his, and how your teasing softened into something tender when the nights grew too quiet. 

You saw through his armor—the grief, the guilt, the weight he carried—and you never once looked away.

And damn him, but he started craving you like air. He found himself seeking you out without thinking—his eyes searching for your smirk after a long day, his ears longing for the sound of your voice laced with playful mockery. 

When you were gone, it felt wrong, and when you were near, it felt dangerous. You had slipped into his life, and worse—you had claimed his heart before he even realized it was yours to take.

So, Rick knew he was damned. Damned because he couldn’t stop falling, deeper and deeper, and because he no longer wanted to.

Alexandria really was supposed to be a fresh start—calm, safe, a place where he could finally catch his breath. But there was no peace when it came to you. 

You still drove him mad, still lived in his head rent-free with every smirk, every sly remark. But here, within the gates of this too-perfect community, something else gnawed at him—something dark and burning that he tried to bury. It was getting harder to pretend, though. Especially now.

His eyes locked on you from across the yard, and his chest immediately tightened. You stood by Spencer Monroe, laughing—too softly, too sweetly for Rick’s liking. Spencer was leaning in close, flashing a smile like he had a fucking chance. 

His hand brushed your arm, and Rick felt his blood ignite. His fingers curled into his palms, nails biting skin as something ugly and possessive twisted in his gut.

He hated it. Hated how his first instinct was to march over there and remind Spencer exactly who he was dealing with. You weren’t his—he had no right to feel this way—but that didn’t stop his jaw from clenching so hard it ached.

You must have felt his stare because you glanced over, and damn it, that smirk of yours returned—the one you always wore when you caught him watching.

It was knowing, daring, like you enjoyed getting under his skin. You raised a brow, and he swore he saw a flicker of amusement in your eyes.

But Spencer kept talking, leaning in like he was the only man in the world, and Rick’s patience snapped. His feet moved before his brain caught up, and suddenly he was there—right beside you, his presence solid, imposing, and unmistakably territorial.

“Something you need, Spencer?” Rick’s voice was low, with an edge sharp enough to cut.

Spencer straightened, the confident smirk wavering just slightly under Rick’s steel gaze. “Nah,” He said, trying to play it cool. “Just getting to know her better. She’s—uh—pretty great company.”

Rick’s eyes never left his. “Yeah,” He said, his voice like gravel, “She is.” His tone made it clear—walk away before I put a bullet in your skull.

You, of course, were enjoying every second of it. “Aw, Rick,” You teased, folding your arms with a grin. “Didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

His jaw ticked, and his eyes, blazing with something unspoken, flicked to yours. “You know I do,” He said, rough and raw, his voice low enough that only you could hear it.

Spencer opened his mouth, some slick remark on the tip of his tongue—because of course he couldn’t leave well enough alone. But he never got the chance.

Rick’s hand closed firmly around your wrist. “We’re done here.” He said, his voice low and final, brooking no argument. 

Before you could so much as toss out another teasing jab, he was leading you away, his grip warm and possessive but careful—not rough, never rough.

“Rick,” You laughed, breathless from his sudden move. “What’s the rush?”

He didn’t answer, jaw tight as he weaved through Alexandria’s streets, every step purposeful. You caught the sharp set of his shoulders, the tension humming through him like a live wire. 

Whatever had snapped inside him back there hadn’t settled. And, God help you, you liked it—liked seeing his composure crack, knowing you were the one who did it.

Before you knew it, you were at his house. The door clicked shut behind you, and the air shifted—thick, charged, and humming with something that made your pulse quicken.

“You jealous, Grimes?” You teased, folding your arms as you leaned back against the door. Your voice was playful, but your heart was racing.

Rick turned to you slowly, his blue eyes burning with something raw and unguarded. “Yeah,” He admitted, the word rough, stripped of any playfulness “I am.”

The honesty in his voice stole the breath from your lungs.

“I didn’t like him touching you. Hell,” He dragged a hand through his curls, his voice firm and rough “I don’t like anyone thinking they can have you.”

Your lips parted, and you felt that familiar spark—the one that always ignited when you pushed him and he pushed back. “And why’s that?” You challenged, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because you’re mine,” He said, voice low and sure, and the way he said it sent a shiver through you. Rick’s chest heaved, his blue eyes blazing into yours with something primal—something raw and unrestrained. 

“You’ve always been mine,” He growled, his voice rough and low, every word crackling with heat and frustration. “And it’s been driving me crazy—watching you let him—” His teeth clenched, and his free hand slammed against the door beside your head, the sudden thud making you jump. “You know what you do to me. You have to know.”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from your chest. “And what if I do?” You challenged, your voice soft but laced with fire. “What if I’ve always known?”

His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened so hard you thought it might shatter. “Then you’re cruel,” He rasped, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath hot and uneven. “Because I can’t stand it. Can’t stand seeing you with anyone else. I don’t want them looking at you. I don’t want them touching you.” His hand moved from his side to your waist, fingers digging in possessively, like he was staking his claim. “You’re mine. And I don’t share.”

The tension between you became heavy and dangerous. “So what are you gonna do about it, Sheriff?” You taunted, your voice dripping with challenge, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

His answer came fast and rough.

Rick crashed his mouth into yours, and there was nothing soft about it—no hesitation, no restraint. His lips were bruising, his teeth grazing yours in a kiss that felt like a battle neither of you wanted to win. 

His hands gripped you tight—one at your waist, pulling you against him, the other cupping the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair to hold you right where he wanted you.

You matched him, meeting his fire with your own, your fingers twisting into his shirt and pulling, dragging him impossibly closer. Your back hit the door with a thud, and he pressed into you, chest to chest, every inch of him solid and burning. 

His stubble scraped against your skin as he angled his head, deepening the kiss, swallowing every breathless sound you made.

There was no softness—only heat, only the hunger of everything unspoken finally unleashed. It was teeth and tongues, desperate and raw, as if letting go meant losing something vital. He growled low against your lips, his grip tightening as if daring you to pull away.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Because this was Rick—rough, possessive, yours. And you were his.

Without another word, Rick claimed your lips deeper, his tongue demanding entrance. You responded eagerly, your mouth opening to his, tasting the passion that had been simmering for so long.

His hands roamed over your body, his touch rough yet arousing, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

He held you against the wall, his body pressing against yours, his hardness evident through his clothes.

His hands tugged at your blouse, buttons popping open, revealing your delicate lace bra and the swell of your breasts. He cupped your breasts, kneading them roughly, his thumbs teasing your hardened nipples.

Moans escaped your lips, a mixture of pleasure and surprise at his sudden ferocity.

With urgency, he unbuckled his belt, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pushed down his trousers, revealing his throbbing erection, straining against his boxers. You reached out, cupping his length, through his boxers.

Rick groaned lowly. “Fuck, that feel so good.”

He unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them down in a swift move, his hands sliding beneath your underwear, finding your wetness. He plunged two fingers inside you, his thumb seeking your clit, rubbing it in circles as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Shit—” You hissed and squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, Rick. . . I need you inside me.”

Your legs trembled as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

With a growl, he lifted you, positioning your legs around his waist. In one swift motion, he impaled you on his rigid shaft, filling you to the hilt. You gasped as he began to move, his thrusts hard and relentless.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as he pounded into you, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. Your bodies moved in perfect rhythm, a primal dance of passion. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, leaving marks of possession.

“Yes, that's it. . .” Rick pounded into you harder, his grip on you tightening. “Take it all, sweetheart. You're mine, do you understand? Mine.”

You cried out as his words and the raw intensity of his possession sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pleasure, your body trembling in his arms.

Rick’s own release was imminent. He withdrew with a growl, his cock glistening with your juices, and positioned himself at your entrance once more.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within you, his hips grinding against yours as he emptied his pent—up desire.

As your bodies calmed, you both collapsed in a heap on the floor, breathless and sated. Rick’s anger had transformed into raw, unbridled passion, leaving you both spent and satisfied.

The silence that followed was warm and heavy, broken only by the sound of your ragged breaths. His chest rose and fell beneath your head, his heartbeat a steady, grounding rhythm against your ear.

His arm was still wrapped around you, strong and sure, like he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go just yet.

After a long moment, Rick’s voice, rough and low from everything you’d just put him through, rumbled in your ear. “I should—” He started, his words slow and a little dazed, “—probably clean you up. Before someone—” He waved a lazy hand toward the windows, “—comes knockin’.”

You huffed a soft laugh, your lips brushing against his chest as you grinned. “Later,” you murmured, voice still thick with satisfaction, your fingers lazily tracing patterns over his skin. “I like you better right here.”

He sighed, and you felt the deep rumble of it under your palm. “You’re impossible.” He muttered, but his arm only tightened around you, pulling you closer.

You lifted your head just enough to meet his eyes, and there it was—that familiar spark, soft now, warm and teasing. “You love it.” You teased, your lips curving into a smirk.

Rick’s eyes, still dark but soft around the edges, met yours with a look that made your heart skip.

His hand rose, brushing a thumb over your cheek, and his voice dropped into something rough and tender all at once. “Yeah,” He admitted, his eyes never leaving yours. “I do.”

A slow, knowing smile tugged at your lips. “Good,” you whispered, leaning in to steal another kiss—soft, playful, and far too sweet for how reckless you’d been just moments ago.

He groaned against your mouth, but he was smiling now, and you felt it. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered between kisses, his tone low and fond.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your own dancing with mischief. “Yeah,” you breathed, brushing your lips against his once more, “but you’d enjoy every second of it.”

“Yeah,” He brought up a hand and gently traced your cheek with his fingers. “I would.”

And as he looked at you—flushed, radiant, and completely his—one thought echoed in his mind, certain and inescapable;

They could damn him forever. . . because he’d choose you every single time.

[swagveryswagamazinf]

redraw from the romeo and juliet movie:33 yippiee

[day 4 romeo and juliet - slimeriana week

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY MERRY CHRYSLER GRANDMA!!! MOAR PERCY AND TOOOONKS PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!! I SHANT EVER BE RID OF MY FAVE RARE PAIR 🎄❄️ 💖

Percy gets a floo call from his brother and is instantly concerned. First because his brother's rarely bother to reach out to him for anything, and second because George shouldn't have access to a floo at all considering he's still in school. He's not sure what he'd prefer - if he'd snuck into a teacher's room or if he'd just bribed Rosmerta like everyone does.

He means to ask, but as soon as he accepts the call and his brother's head is floating in the fireplace, he says, "Does your girlfriend having a soulmark bother you?"

"She's not my girlfriend," he says automatically, realizes that knowing exactly who George is talking about is probably too telling, and scowls. Having Tonks with him had made chaperoning the Yule Ball marginally less terrible, but it had also meant his brother's becoming privy to that aspect of his work life. Or personal life. He's not really sure at this point, the two are rather starting to blur. "Why?"

George rolls his eyes. "If she wasn't your girlfriend, you wouldn't put up with her saying she was." That's not true. Probably. Talking to any of his younger siblings is always such a trial. "Is that why you're trying to pretend she isn't your girlfriend? Because she has a soulmark?"

He hasn't discussed his love life - or lack thereof - with George ever, and he's disinclined to start now, but he wouldn't go to all this trouble to ask if it wasn't important to him. "Tonks having a soulmate is inconsequential. She and Cedric aren't involved and they don't plan to be."

"If she hadn't met Cedric yet, would that matter?" he asks.

Percy understands the conversation they're having. "If someone isn't interested in you because you have a soulmark, they're probably not worth it."

Instead of being reassured, George scowls and snaps, "I don't need relationship advice from you!"

That might be hurtful if it wasn't so blatantly incorrect. Still, "Well, I have a girlfriend and you don't, so."

George narrows his eyes in a way that Percy knows he'd be flipping him off if he had hands.

"It wouldn't matter to me if she hadn't met her soulmark yet," he says, taking mercy on him. "If I didn't trust her enough to know her own wants and her own mind, I wouldn't be interested in her at all."

There's a moment where George's face settles into contemplative seriousness, then it's gone, his little brother grinning as he asks, "So you're admitting you're interested in her?"

Percy ends the call.

[lyralit]

valentines "I love you" prompts 💐

notes tucked beneath your morning coffee

a confession under the glow of a streetlight

tangled hands in the same pocket

a long bus ride sharing a pair of earphones

a box of cookies delivered in the early morning

falling asleep to the glow of the television and waking to a blanket pulled over your shoulders

a text from someone you haven't spoken to in too long

shoulders hunched over a chopping board, carefully dissecting fruit to deliver it to you in a bowl

a shared meal

sitting together in the glow of the fireplace and losing track of time

poems

eyes locking across a room

a wordless text with a link to a song

buying yourself a new book or special drink

dressing up because you feel like it

clearing the table without asking

falling into a familiar pattern

lingering a second longer in the comfort of inside jokes

being overly lavish with honest compliments

the dip of a chin as you pass each other in the hallway

communication without truly speaking