#valentines fic bingo

[readychilledwine]

Auralism

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Does this tiktok do something to you?

If you listen to his voice and suddenly feel true sexual arousal, you may have a form of Auralism. Auralism is the sexual arousal to sound. It could be voices, music, an ASMR trigger, etc. The most common in females is arousal from voices, and that's what I will be working with today. So, whoever your dream man saying "Hello Feyre Darling," is, I need you to think about him as you are reading this.

Auralism is a way of practicing what sex experts call "mindful sensuality" or the practice of using certain skills to enhance emotional and mental erotica. This typically involves using more senses than just touch and vision. Auralism focuses on specifically the sound aspect and a bit of imagination.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - degradation, dirty talk, slight voyeurism, inferred poly!batboys

Being High Lady of the Night Court held several responsibilities, but your least favorite was, and would always be, the Court of Nightmares. 

Rhys kissed you one more time as the doors to the throne room sat closed. “We'll finish what we started later, I promise. I will not leave you unsatisfied for long.”

Gods, that timber. The purr. You felt his voice setting heat through your body and did the best to push the feeling away. 

Rhys held the wine glass to your lips, watching you drink it as his hand ran the length of your inner thigh. His gaze went back to Keir, his eyes almost narrowing. “The High lady looks beautiful tonight, nephew.” 

You felt the predatory shift in Rhys, felt the mating bond grow tight. “My mate is always delicious, uncle. You'd be smart to remove your eyes from her.” His voice went straight to your cunt this time, a wave of heat landing there. Oh really? His high lord voice always turned you on, the command of it, the strict tone. 

Keir nodded, walking away, just as your thighs pushed together. His lips brushed your ear, that deep voice hitting you again. “I see I may have left you too desperate, my star.” His hand trailed the valley of your breasts, settling on your lower stomach. “I do wonder if I can get you off just from speaking. Is that possible, darling? To have you come on my lap with such little effort?”

You whimpered again. Head falling into his shoulder. Each letter off his tongue was dipped in honey, sending wave after wave of arousal through you. You kept your thighs together now, knowing in this dress spreading them would put your glistening core on display. 

As if he sensed your feelings, he pushed them apart slightly, a growl escaping him and his eyes growing dark as he looked. “Cauldron boil me, you will cum from this, won't you? Have you gotten too good at playing the role of my whore, y/n darling? Should I fuck on you on this throne and let everyone watch?”

“Rhys,” it was meant to be a warning to stop, but it came out as a soft moan. 

“You'll be saying my name over and over later, begging me to keep going as I fuck you so hard our bed breaks. You always feel so good, wrapped tight around my cock.”

Your core clenched, the coil starting to slowly build. “-and look at you now,” he continued. “Wearing an expensive dress, dripping onto my thigh. When this damned party is over, I will bend you over this throne.”

You moaned his name again. That purr was doing something to you that you've never had happen. “I bet if I spread your legs further, Azriel would be able to see how wet you are from his spot at the back of the room. Cassian can probably smell and taste you.” 

The general had a small smirk on his face as he kept his spot behind Rhysand and the throne. Azriel had his eyes locked in you two, a single brow kissing his hairline. 

“I might let them stay and watch if you wanted. Let them watch me claim you over and over until you're soaking me. Once I'm done with you, maybe I'll let them play too."

“Rhys-” You were so close, snuggling further into his lap, thighs pressed back together and rubbing. 

“Uh-uh,” his hand pushed them apart enough for his pleasure again. “Your High Lord wants to see how desperate his whore is. Gods, look at you. Look at you clenching at nothing, about to cum from my voice alone.”

His name left your throat in a quiet needing moan and Cassian looked down with a full smirk now. A voice cold as death came from the other side of him. A voice Rhys knew you found attractive. “Release my High Lady from her misery.”

“Cum for me,” Rhysand whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it gently. “Cum for us.”

The coil snapped, your back arching against his chest as Cassian placed a hand over your mouth. “And now look at you, coming with no effort on my part, forcing our general to have to cover your mouth so I don't have to kill everyone here to getting to listen to the noises that are for me and me alone. Pathetic little thing, aren't you?"

Rhys switched to his High Lord voice again. “Cassian, take the High Lady somewhere to clean her up.” 

Cassian nodded, picking you up from Rhysand's lap as your high ended. “Come, my lady, let me take care of you.”

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[moon-language-0]

original art by Rene Farias, edit by @fohatic

my fill for a @stuckonyvalentinecards stony prompt is up!

this fic also checks off the the "Don't Say Gay" square for my @SteveRogersBingo card :)

Tony couldn’t understand the reasoning behind all of it. For Steve to leave one stuffed animal for him was nice enough. A couple more was slight overkill, but still quite sweet. A couple dozen was something else, entirely.

read it here: Plush by @fohatic, Steve/Tony, 13k words, rated E

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Made a Valetine's Day Bingo for any writer/artist/creator and fandom that wants to play along!

[eevylynn]

You're Good

Sterek || E || Friends to Lovers || 7k wc

“I’m comfortable with my life,” Stiles told Lydia, and he was. He had a job he loved, his pack was safe, and he got to see them regularly. Yeah, there was one thing he would like to change, but there's only so much he can do to change that one thing. Stiles was pretty sure that dating other people wouldn’t help. Or Stiles agrees to let Lydia set him up on a blind date, not realizing who exactly she had in mind.

AN: I realized I never made a full on tumblr post with this..oops!

This was written For L_Grae with the prompts: ~Mutual pining with meddling from the pack. ~Future fic, blind date set up by certain packmates, not realizing Sterek has a FWB agreement already.

Unfortunately, I can't quite write friends with benefits (I gave it a valiant effort, but my brain just couldn't get it right), so I merged the prompts together.

Sterek Valentine's Bingo 2024: Candle

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Locking the office up with a whistle, Stiles tossed his keys in the air before catching them and shoving them in his back pocket before he turned to walk down the street to the combination coffee and bar that sat a block or so away from his office. He mentally patted himself on the back for that smooth move before abruptly tripping on nothing. Stiles looked around quickly. No one saw that.

That was the one good thing about it getting dark before Stiles even leaves the office at this time. The whole shorter days thing that came with winter coming AND Daylight Savings Time ending at the same time does get somewhat depressing at times, but it’s not like Stiles has never gone around town at night before.

Back in high school, nights were the only times that Stiles could really investigate supernatural happenings what with needing to actually go to school. He always did love a good puzzle to investigate and even contemplated  joining the FBI. However, after botching up his own internship with the FBI, Stiles ended up going to college at Beacon Hills Community College. While still in school, Stiles started a side hustle as a Supernatural Private Investigator, and, upon graduation, he was able to devote his time to his growing business, even opening an office in the slowly reemerging downtown area of Beacon Hills.

Thanks to the combined efforts of the local Beacon County packs, the Nemeton was growing healthily again, bringing positive energies with it, something even the everyday humans could feel. Because of this, more people, both supernatural and human, were moving to town and slowly building up the local economy.

Just the short walk between Stiles’ office and Lunar Lounge, his favorite bar and coffee shop, included a boutique one of Stiles’ old classmates opened, a vegan smoothie shop, owned by a nice family of elves that just moved here a few years back, and a greenhouse bookstore whose owners were always more than happy to provide Stiles with any herbs he needed for potions work after he helped them with a pixie infestation that took residence in one of their personal gardens at their house.

The Lunar Lounge was where many of the Hale pack worked. Open practically 24 hours, it served coffee and breakfast for the morning crowd before transitioning into a pub style bar in the afternoons. In addition to providing human beverages, Lunar Lounge also offered a variety of specialty drinks for the different supernaturals of Beacon Hills, including but not limited to wolfsbane infused homebrews, real bloody marys, and a selection of shimmering, almost ethereal, wines that Peter had procured a vendor for that Stiles was pretty sure was fae, but the wolf refused to confirm or deny that suspicion.

Entering the open double doors, Stiles nodded at Isaac who was behind the bar preparing some fancy pink and yellow monstrosity of a cocktail that was most definitely too sweet for Stiles’ liking.

He crossed the open sea of scuffed wooden tables, dodging a pair of colorful haired women that suddenly blocked his path as they stood up to go who knows where. Reaching the back corner, he found Derek at his usual table that he’d probably been sitting at for the last several hours, hidden from most by a black metal staircase that led to a lofted lounge area. Dark eyebrows furrowed as Derek continued to type on his laptop.

As Stiles plopped down in the seat across from him, Derek glanced up before he said, “I’m almost done. Give me a minute.”

Stiles grinned, “You’re good.” Derek smiled before turning his attention back to the screen.

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[boltlightning]

do you need someone, do you need a new me?

Once-Paladin Danse joins the Minutemen. fallout 4, post-blind betrayal, a handful of missing scenes. one-shot, ~2k words

Danse does not know how to answer that. “It — it smells. The water.”

“…yes.”

“But does it actually smell?” Danse leans back, glancing aside at Preston, who crouches curiously beside. “Am I merely experiencing the olfactory sensors using processing power to tell a chip that it smells? Do I like the smell, or am I remembering that I liked it? Did I make this call? Did someone else?”

Preston wrinkles his nose — a very human gesture. Even before the revelation, Danse had been told he did not emote near as much as his comrades. He assumes this observation would count among those offenses and quietly tucks it away for himself.

“It smells,” Preston declares, “and you’re thinking way too hard about this, Danse. Everyone’s got sensors and processors and all that, just…made of different material.”

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[innerslumber]

My Heart Skips A Beat When I'm With You

"I had plans, Rogers. A romantic candle lit dinner, your favorite rom com on the TV while we snuggle and then I was going to let you enjoy your Valentine's Day present nice and slow. But you sent that monstrosity-" Bucky pointed to the scattered bits of the card still on the floor, "and derailed it all. So now there's gonna be a change in plans."

Bucky walked closer and Steve backed up until his knees hit the edge of the couch. With a surprised exhale of breath, Steve sat down and had to look up as Bucky hovered in a slightly menacing manner. Heart thumping wildly, Steve gulped before he could find his voice. "So what did you have in mind, Buck?"

Wrapping his vibranium fingers carefully around Steve’s throat, Bucky gave a gentle squeeze. Steve felt all the blood in his head rush straight to his dick. Bucky leaned and whispered so low that Steve was instantly grateful for his super soldier hearing.

"You're going to fuck me right here, right now. I'm going to ride you so hard that you better start praying the serum can keep up."

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Or: Steve has terrible taste in gifts and has to suffer in delicious agony.

@stuckybingo fic for "Art" and @allcapsbingo fic for "Secret Valentine" February Monthly Mission.

Pairing : Stucky.

Rating : Explicit.

Tags: Topping from The Bottom, Very Mutually Consensual Fucking, Steve Is A Little Shit.

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[jesuisserieux]

Hello everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! The first chapter of my fic for the Hoes for Enjolras server's Valentine's Day Bingo is here! I hope you enjoy, and happy Valentine's Day!

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Hair & TLC

Summary: Written for AFG Valentine's Day Bingo. Takes place during Heather’s time on Dragon’s Edge. Heather receives some much needed TLC from Astrid.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Words: 385

Prompt: Playing With Their Hair

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Astrid, Heather

Pairing: Heathstrid

Author's Notes: Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

~~XOXOX~~

It’s late in the evening and it’s just the two of them in the club house. Hiccup is probably out flying with Toothless, Fishlegs is back at his hut and who knows what the rest of the Riders are doing. It’s Heather and Astrid that are all alone in here. The former is extremely tense as she sharpens her axe and her friend can tell. She’s been watching her.

When she pulls up a stool to sit right behind her, Heather wants to ask what’s up, but then Astrid pulls her braid from over her shoulder and begins to undo it.

“Astrid?” Heather speaks her name, her tone soft, but she just hushes her, meeting her softness.

Once her long soot-black and wavy hair falls down her back, Astrid gently combs through it with her fingers. Starting from the bottom. First of all, she wants to get as many knots out as she can. Luckily, that’s a little bit easier when your hair is in a braid for most of the time.

Heather’s double-headed axe and whetstone rest on her lap while Astrid plays with her hair. Once all the knots are out and nothing’s pulling on her scalp anymore, she focuses on the feeling of her friend’s fingers combing through the dark locks. It’s ticklish, sending pleasant chills up her spine.

Heather finds herself relaxing and sighs as the tension leaves her. Her eyes close and she completely hands herself over at the mercy of her friend. This is a caring gesture, it’s affectionate. Heather vaguely remembers her mother doing this for her when she was a child, Astrid’s must’ve done this for her as well throughout her childhood.

Her mind is drifting, tiredness is setting in now that her thoughts can settle in pleasant memories for once. It feels good to be here and she’s thankful for Astrid.

At the end, she lets her hair fall down her back and Heather turns in her stool to face her.

“Are you okay?” Astrid asks and the other girl nods. She was really stressed today, but she feels a little better now.

“We should go to bed, get some sleep,” she tells her. “We can train together tomorrow.”

“That sounds really nice, Astrid,” Heather tells her and the two stand to head to bed together.

[thefuzzzz]

Klance Wip Bingo #1 and #2

Summary:

Word count: 4,825

Chapters: 3/3

Description:

Finally, the perpetrator turned around and looked at Lance softly before whispering, "Can I borrow a pen? Mine ran out of ink."

Lance was taken aback for a second. Not only did this guy not realize he'd created a huge mess for Lance to clean up, but he was also downright gorgeous.

Lance stuttered over his words before providing a clear no. He did have a spare pen, but he would much rather inconvenience this guy the way he inconvenienced him. Even if he did have a beautiful face, Lance was hellbent on his revenge.

He nodded understandingly before tapping the shoulder of the person in front of him, and a few moments later being handed a simple black pen.

Damn, plot for revenge is foiled.

__________________________

College was a weird place, especially for two roommates who are simultaneously in love and despite each other. After a hate-inducing run-in with Keith, Lance cant believe he has to share a dorm with this asshole for a whole year. Only after seeing Keith at his most vulreble, Lance starts to see the aloof folds of his roommate unravel.

My Bingo Card:

This fic is my first and second box for the Klance Bingo Challenge by @klanceintergalactichub!! I love their community and can’t wait to do yet another bingo!

[sisterdivinium]

It's not over yet but in case you missed it while I've been on Dreamwidth more often for three weeks...

Warrior Nun

Throwing ideas around for a gen WN comm and an Other Ships one, among others.

Thoughts on so-called "avatrice fandom" vs "WN fandom"

1x02 icons

Fic: Bait and switch (M for some gore, Camila & Lilith, Yasmine, Superion, Jillian, Vincent)

The Last Kingdom

Icons (mostly Hild) part 1

Fic: We double-edged swords (T, also about Hild, lol, oops)

Icons (mostly Hild again) part 2

Miscellaneous

My music choices for RPG inspiration

Free/PWYW RPG games

Blog posts from others on RPG which had an impact on my gaming style

[readychilledwine]

Somnophilia

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Somnophilia, or the Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, is the interest or sexual arousal in the idea of having sex with a Sleeping partner. Somnophilia is considered a predatory type of kink or paraphilia. Somnophilia is a pretty interesting kink/paraphilia psychology is still studying.

Some people enjoy it due to the power they feel when their partner wakes up, surprised by pleasure. These partnerships typically have prediscussed consent. Some people enjoy it because they have total power in the situation and have expressed frustration when their partner wakes up. Some people who expressed frustration also referenced using sleeping medication on their partner to prevent them from waking leading psychologists down darker path while studying this kink.

There's a lot of gross things we could get into when discussing somnophilia, but I'll be honest, I'm not interested in discussing the darker side of the kink world on this one. I'm just interested in you all getting to read about Rhys helping reader's delicious dreams come true.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - mentions of alcohol, reader is asleep (which should be given), Rhys using his powers over the mind for a little bit

Rhys hated long nights away from you.

He hated being trapped in a room with 7 other egotistical males, no advisers involved, trying to talk through issues between them all that had happened years ago while the highest of the Priestesses sat and mediated.

There were times when that poor female needed, no deserved, a drink more than he felt he did, but he knew this was for the fae they all looked after. One united front. A united realm. A goal Rhysand had dreamed of since he was a boy, a goal made possible with the death of Beron and Eris's rise. Now the last hitch was he and Tamlin. And Gods did having to air their dirty laundry to every High Lord piss him off.

He finished the last bit of his wine, annoyed as he held the empty bottle in his hand. It was then a dance of something came across the bond. Something so faint he knew you were projecting it in your sleep, but it had his attention nonetheless.

Rhys went up the stairs, entering your shared chambers as quietly as he could. He was greeted by the soft whisper of his name ringing in his ears like the melody of a siren's spell.

There, laying in the bed that until recently he slept alone in, was you with your head buried into his pillow. He could tell by the half empty wine glass and the book on the bed, you had drifted off to sleep suddenly. He approached slowly, studying the silk and lace nightgown adorning your body as he took off his own clothing.

It was then that it hit him, another soft moan of his name as your legs shifted, rubbing together before subconsciously falling slightly apart, exposing your glistening core to him. The scent of your arousal flooded his nose, intoxicating him as he crawled on top of you, holding your mind in that blissful dreamy state.

His cock twitched as he stared at your wet folds, at your cunt just squeezing around nothing. You looked so peaceful, so happy, so submissive and usable. He held your mind a little tighter, waiting until you moaned again to shift you and place one of your legs on his hips.

He ran his cock through your folds, biting his lip to hold back a moan at the wetness and warmth that greeted him. Rhysand then tool a breath, centering himself before entering you slowly inch by inch. Your lips fell open into the perfect o, breath stilled, a more desperate whimper left your mouth as he began to move in and out of you.

Rhysand had not felt control like this in years. He cherished every deep plunge, every drag of him against your soft walls. He cherished the way your breath was hitching, moans falling more spurring him on.

He could feel your mind starting to fight to wake up as he dragged down the night gown and exposed your breasts to himself. Your peaked nipples were like a treat just sitting and waiting, aching for his mouth and hands.

He didn't have time for that right now, though. You were on the brink of orgasm. He felt every sped up pulse of you, every wiggle. He released your mind right as your core tightened. You woke up barreling through an orgasm, hips lifting as your leg wrapped around a body.

You realized it was Rhysand slowly, a smirk playing on your lips as he took the nod you gave him as permission. His rough hands moved to your ass, gripping the plush flesh there, and he began pounding.

Each thrust was so hard, so deep, you had to put a hand on the headboard to stop yourself from being slammed into it. Rhysand's eyes had squeezed shut, and his head had fallen back between his shoulder blades. Two large wings littered with scars appeared behind his back as he began to growl in pleasure. They flared wide in dominance as you screamed for him, falling off the edge quickly for a second time.

"Gods, yes!" Your back arched off the bed as you gripped the satin sheets in your hands. "Fucking use me, Rhys. Feels so good, baby. So fucking good."

He growled again, moaning your name in response. "Almost there," he ground out. "Tell me where, darling."

"Inside me," the answer was so desperate. You were so close to that third orgasm. "Need you to fill me. Been so long."

Too damn long, Rhys said to himself mentally. He felt you begin pulsing again, a whine of his name leaving your throat, and it ripped him over the edge. The windows and house shook as he roared, spilling so deeply into you that you would leak his seed for weeks.

Rhys collapsed into you, chest heaving in time with yours as he buried into your breasts. "I-" He began, blinking as he realized what he had done, the line he potentially crossed. "I do not know what came over me."

You hushed him, bringing his lips to yours with a smile. "You just needed some control, Rhys. It's okay. I'm always happy to oblige my High Lord."

He rolled off of you, taking your nightgown with him, and began pulling you under the covers, snuggling deep into you. "Let's sleep, y/n."

"Of course," you reached up, kissing him deeply again. "Just don't be surprised when I wake you up with my lips wrapped around you."

Rhysand's eyes snapped open, looking down at you. "You beautiful wicked little creature. There are no words for how deeply I love that dirty mind of yours."He leaned down to kiss you.

"I love you too, my handsome, intelligent, and powerful mate. Goodnight, Rhysand."

"Goodnight, y/n Darling. I'll be looking for you in my dreams."

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Rhys taglist:

@tothestarsandwhateverend @cheshire-salvatore-mikaelson @avajustreads

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[moon-language-0]

original artwork by Jenny Holzer and Guiltipleasure (edit by me)

my fill for the @stevetonydarkfests dark valentine exchange has been revealed! this fic also checks off the "Gender Dysphoria" square for my @steverogersbingo card (as interpreted through an omegaverse lens). sexy in a DARK way. do heed the warnings with this one, folks.

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[coffeeheartaddict2]

Pride through the years

Book: Open Heart

Characters: F!MC Casey Valentine

Category: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of homophobia

Word count: 901

Summary: A look through some of the key Pride Parades that Casey has been to.

Disclaimer: non OC characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: so this will be a similar format to my through the windows fic but Casey and Pride. This another submission for CWFC Pride Bingo Card. Pride Parade.

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

June 2011.

Casey had been at NYU for a year now. She loved dorm life and had made good friends. This was her first major exposure to the lgbtqi+ community. She knew people who identified as such existed, she knew that those who identified suffered both systemic and non systemic abuse. To see the extent was an eye opener and not long before pride month she saw first hand some of the non systemic abuse. Her and a few friends were out for lunch, enjoying a gorgeous day in New York when her companions, who were only holding hands, were verbally abused and threatened. This experience was an eye opener for Casey and right then and there she decided she needed to be the change she wanted to see. A few weeks later there was pride and there was a March. It felt empowering attending, being with people who were open about who they were and who they loved and the fight that everyone had in them. Casey had only just decided that she was going to pursue medicine but she wanted to be the doctor that anyone who identified as lgbtqi would feel comfortable seeing.

June 2015.

It was the pride between undergrad and medical school and around campus there was an air of excitement. There had been a long time push for marriage equality and even though it was allowed in 36 states, all eyes were on SCOTUS to recognize it across all states. June 26th was a massive celebration but they knew there was a lot of work to do. She knew of the systemic abuse that still occurred and she was entering a health system that showed not the best outcomes for those who were lgbtqi+.

June 2019.

Casey was now a resident. She still considered herself an ally but work was busy, now that she was a junior fellow on the world famous Diagnostic team. She still attended events and she went with Jackie for most of them. Jackie had to hide it for most of her life, due to her parents and when she was away from home was still guarded about her sexuality due to her upbringing. Children were not on Casey’s radar yet, if ever but hearing Jackie’s experience made her determined to be the parent who would be understanding of her own child’s sexual orientation.

June 2022.

Casey was now an Attending and after the news broke that Roe was going to be repealed she was awed by Caroline’s proactivity. Casey knew that if women’s rights in health care were attacked, those who identified as lgbtqi were definitely going to be in the firing line. Caroline instigated a whole suite of measures and education aimed at the public and physicians so we knew where we stood legally, putting out education programs at community clinics in schools around women’s and sexual health and consent. Edenbrook fast became seen as an ally and Casey could not be any more proud of the organization she was working for.

June 2026.

There was more change at Edenbrook again but again there was much excitement. Caroline had not long announced her retirement from being the CEO of Edenbrook Hospital and her parting gift was a Medical centre that despite being apart of the hospital was going to be set in one of the more diverse areas of Boston both socially and economically and the primary focus was women’s health and the lgbtqi+ community. Casey was excited and hoped that at a local level in time there would be better health outcomes.

June 2034

Pride had become a family affair for the Ramsey’s. There was always plenty happening at the hospital but they always made an effort to go to a parade together. Hudson was nearly 9 and Alexis 5. Even though they were young both Ethan and Casey agreed it was good to educate them in an age appropriate way that the love that those who identified are people too, who love and are a part of society. This pride was bittersweet. Hudson enjoyed it but he was starting to not like being seen with his parents. Ethan and Casey did not want Hudson attending by himself just yet but they did not want one child missing out either. Ethan and Casey made the decision to continue coming to pride but leave the kids with family.

June 2047

Pride was special in more ways than one this year. It was first Pride for Alexis after coming out as bi-sexual and the first pride where Casey and Ethan were a parent to someone in that community. They were very proud of Alexis regardless, graduating top of her class and heading to UPenn but they were relieved when Alexis came out. She was less stressed and seemed to be really happy that she was a true version of herself.

June 2048

This was Alexis’s first pride out of home. She was loving college and had joined the lgbtqi club on campus. It was here that she was introduced to Polyamory and she enjoyed the freedom it allowed to explore her sexuality. Ethan and Casey were still very proud of her. Ethan and Casey were still very active at work and they had been noticing, at the local level any way even more and more better outcomes for those who identified as lgbtqi and both were really happy about that.

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[granatkoroleva]

𝐈𝐧𝐤’𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝

Pairing ⊳ TattooArtist!Steve Rogers x GentlemansClubWorker!Bucky Barnes

Word Count ⊳ 3.1k

Warnings ⊳ No Archive Warnings

Rating ⊳ E

Summary ⊳ Steve has an unforgettable encounter on Valentine's Day when he stays late at the shop. It forever alters his perspective on cherries.

Tags ⊳ Pre-SerumSteve!, BeefyBucky!, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, PWP, Public Hookup, Tattooing, Lingerie, Deep-throating, Rimming

Square Fills + Prompt ⊳

I2 + AU : Tattoo Shop Ⓘ ② | @stuckybingo card R40101

G1 + Deep - Throating Ⓖ ① | @allcapsbingo card AC1094

Author's Notes ⊳ Moodboard made by yours truly 🍒 | AO3 Link | Masterlist

[tumbleweedtech]

Eh, for those who are tired of my responding to her, I'm not going to again. I responded at first because I did not want anyone to think the bingo blog bans ships. I have never and will never. We set a03 works limits for rarepair status, as we're specifically a rarepair server. But outside of that, as long as you tag appropriately you can write whatever brings you joy. I do not want that questioned. I have never banned dead dove, nsfw, etc. I abide by ao3's rules, largely because I want to encourage creativity, not impose rules. But I am also one person who runs a bingo and server. I have mods that help, but largely when there's events I take the majority of work on myself. My mods are lovely and helpful but most of them were busy. I did this bingo entirely myself. I chose the path of least discourse/drama. Unfortunately, I have experienced in the past few years if you try to resolve stuff like this privately, you get people who know only one side, or the other, and they make assumptions. They guess as to what's been said without asking. And often, they're wrong. So I lean into transparency now, as much as that can be annoying. Because now you all know how i feel. No Censorship.

but also... No Ship Hate.

[aparticularbandit]

Please tell me you knew I was gonna ask about the Valentines for the blorbo board thing.

Also very curious about Cian too, actually

Blorbo Board!

I actually did NOT know BUT UGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Claire Debella Valentine:

(If canon, then yes pathetic meow meow, but Valentines!Claire? TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE.)

Eve Fletcher Mackie Valentine:

Cian Masters: