#yess writing

[teddybeartoji]

toji loves listening to you ramble. i really think he does. he finds your voice so soothing, so comforting, no matter whatever the fuck you're actually talking about. he's lazing on the coach at home while you're out running some errands and ranting about how stupid people can be over the phone. he laughs quietly to himself, very amused by your annoyed tone. but he loves it. he wants to hear what you've bought, where you've been, what you've eaten, where you're going next. he loves hearing you talk to the barista, never ending the call with him. he listens to you order a sweet little beverage and he's smiling, happy about the fact that you're having a good time.

he can't wait until you come home though. he already knows you're going to step inside and immediately hit him with another ramble as if you weren't just on the phone with him. he watches you kick off your shoes and remove your coat, he watches you place your bags onto the table before making your way over to him. you give him a big toothy grin and he doesn't even have time to respond because you're already falling flat on him. folding your hands on his chest, you rest your chin on top of them - staring at your boyfriend at an uncanny angle. his big arms curl around your middle and now you truly feel at home.

"arytiredfmyet?"

he rumbles a chuckle from beneath you and pinches your side, reveling in the little squeak you let out. "ya gotta speak louder than that, sweetheart."

with an eye-roll, you grumble back. "i asked whether you're tired of me yet..."

he looks so terribly comfy. and homey. and he smells so fucking good. you've never seen a boyfriend look so boyfriend. he's warm and he's looking at you with the softest eyes, despite the little smug grin that's creeping on his lips.

"ya got more for me?"

"i'm afraid so. awful, just awful things happened on the bus." you nod your head, eyes big - emphasizing your words like you almost died on your way back home and his insides feel extremely gooey. you're so close and you're warm, too. he can feel your heartbeat pounding directly above his own, the touch is just right. he knows you're tired; you've had a long day but you're still so set on talking his ears off and he loves you.

his scarred hands knead the skin of your waist. he looks like a big domesticated wolf. you want to scratch his ears. you surpress your desire to tell him that though. his lips stretch into a proper smile and your stomach fills with butterflies.

"can't wait to hear all about it, sweetheart."

[seaquestions]

recording...

[ID: a loose drawing of a robot with a security camera head, kneeling with its hands between its thighs. it's wearing a red string bikini bottom. End ID]

[the-modern-typewriter]

I think I saw that one of your fav authors is VE Schwab. I actually found your blog while I'm waiting for one of her books at the library. I love how you both do power dynamics and flow! I 💕 your blog!!!

I would love to see a possessive king who has to keep recovering a prince that's betrothed to him but keeps running.

Thanks for giving me my fix while I try to last the months long wait at the library! 😂

"You're clever enough to keep escaping despite all odds," the king murmured. "Why aren't you clever enough to realise that will never end where you want it to?"

The prince glared at him.

The king helped himself to another sip of tea, before he finally deigned to glance up from his breakfast table. Implacable. So seemingly genteel among the fine trays and silver, as if he were not a thing of avarice and dominion made flesh.

"Even should you make it all the way back to your kingdom," the king said, "they'll send you straight back. They gave you to me, remember? You are my betrothed by right."

"They don't know you. If they'd known who was truly asking-" The prince bit himself off, his fists curling.

The king hummed.

"And you think telling them of my true nature will spare you it. That they'd fight for you?"

"Of course they would."

"And would they fight for you like I would?"

The prince stared.

The king smiled, pleasantly, and slid a plate of hot bread rolls across the table towards him. An indication to sit.

The prince did not, though his legs felt jellied with the exhaustion of running. He said nothing.

"I'd fight for you like a holy war," the king said, voice too soft for such dark eyes. "Like laying siege to paradise. I'd fight for you in a thousand year campaign. I'd reduce your kingdom to a citadel of bones and ash before I let them keep you from me. I'd begrudge you no amount of bloodshed, no horror, because you are mine." His head tilted. "How would your former people fight for you?"

"Honourably," the prince snapped, mouth dry. "Kindly. I am their prince!"

"Perhaps." The king shrugged. "Or perhaps they'd begrudge. Resent the ordinary lives wasted and the livelihoods ruined by their pretty little princeling who thought he had the right to marry for love. As if he were just a man."

Bile burned up the prince's throat, at that.

"Merely something to think about," the king said.

"Maybe I won't go home then! But even five minutes away from this place, away from you, is a blessing."

The king did not seem offended or bothered by that, any more than he had the prince's glare or numerous defiances. It made the prince want to shake him until his teeth rattled.

"Do you not care that I do not love you?" the prince demanded. "That I do not wish to be yours?"

The pleasant smile flickered off the king's face for the very first time and what was left was terrible.

The prince took an automatic step back, though he did not consider himself a coward.

The king rose from his chair, rounding the table. The prince looked around at the guards but they were the king's guards, no matter their official job title, and they only stared ahead unmoving. No doubt, they would stare even if he started screaming. Crying. Pleading.

The prince backed up another step before forcing himself to hold his ground. His shoulders squared as the king came to a stop in front of him. He braced for - he wasn't sure what.

"I will say this once, and only once, my clever prince." The king stroked the backs of his knuckles gently down along the prince's jaw, nudging his gaze back when it tried to slide away. The prince's breath hitched. "If I did not care, I could keep you with broken legs in a straight jacket, blind and dumb and mute until I felt you'd learned your proper place here. I could marry you tomorrow without care for your own customs, rituals or comfort. Do you understand?"

The prince felt a little dizzy.

"There a worse fates in the world than being mine," the king said. "The sooner you understand that, the sooner you might make a home in this place that you are not so eager to run from."

"So I should thank you?" It came out hoarse.

"I do not expect you to thank me. I know who and what I asked for when I asked for you."

The king's hand dropped and, for the first time, the prince felt strangely bereft of its heat. Its grounding presence. He swallowed.

"Get some rest," the king said, his pleasant smile back, "if you will not join me for breakfast. You have had a difficult night, from what I've heard, and I'm sure your next attempt to flee this place will be no less gruelling. You'll need your strength, love."

The prince let himself be led back to his chambers in a daze.

[writingwithfolklore]

People on goodreads need to learn the difference between a poorly written or problematic story and characters making (in-character) choices that have negative consequences and said reader feels uncomfortable by the tension and conflict--girlie the author did that on purpose because that's what a book is, they do not deserve a 1 star.

[fatuismooches]

entertain my midnight brainworms if you will

fragile!reader somehow… SOMEHOW making prime dottore flustered.

maybe they say something really sappy that actually touches dottore’s heart a little too much, or reader is being more affectionate than normal 🤭

at the end of the day, dottore still contains remnants of the flustered, irritable scholar from his youth, and only the warm heart of his sweetheart can reawaken these emotions 🥹

in other words, I really just wanna see primettore blushing and at a loss for words lmao

Despite Dottore's segments having a wide range of personalities, it was surprisingly easier to fluster them than Prime. The reason being that the segments were completely unaccustomed to your wooing methods, while Prime had become familiar with your schemes when he was a student. It's pretty unfair, you think, that Dottore went and grew up into this mature and unaffected man without you, becoming someone who now hardly batted an eye at your teasing. However, you had decided that his heart hadn't completely changed; rather, it just took a different approach to touch it now. Funnily enough, you always have more luck making him blush unintentionally rather than intentionally. With the latter, the scholar seems to see through you and send you back to planning in the corner, not without turning the tables on you first, of course.

One such of these times had occurred a while after you woke up. It was a night where Prime himself had been the last person you saw before going to sleep, helping you get ready for bed and tucking you in. Dottore had thought that would be the end of it before he soon saw you standing in his doorway with a pout. Naturally, the Harbinger found himself with his arms around you in an attempt to coax an answer out of you.

"... I'm sad," you said bluntly, which managed to surprise the scholar, as even though you were pretty open with your feelings (well, especially compared to him), you still hid your negative ones from him when possible. So, this was uncharted territory.

"Tell me what's wrong." Dottore watched as you sighed, rubbing your face into his chest.

"It's kinda dumb..."

"Nonsense," your lover insisted, obviously set on resolving whatever pulled you out of bed and left you glum.

"You forgot." Dottore opened his mouth and paused, suddenly searching his mind for something very important that he may have forgotten. Unfortunately, nothing came up which meant he may have to face your wrath in a few seconds.

"You forgot to give me a good night kiss, and then because you didn't, I didn't get to give you one back, and then I didn't get to say 'I love you' at the end of it. You just turned off the light and left! You ruined the whole process! You were nearly about to make me go a whole day without letting me say I love you!" The sheer disappointment in your voice made it easy to see this was a transgression.

For a few seconds, Dottore's mouth was left agape as he watched you throw your face into his chest in affectionate displeasement, hands pulling around the harness splayed across his shirt. It was really silly; in fact, his younger self would have considered the whole thing a bit stupid and made fun of you, but the way this was a serious concern to you was so you.

The fact that you made it your goal to say those three words every day, while he hardly ever said them, was always a contrast that made him ponder how different you two were. Along with that pondering, this time it came with a loss of words for your adorableness and heat creeping up his neck. Thankfully for Dottore, his silence wasn't picked up by you, who was more interested in fixing the terrible mistake.

"Can we redo it? Please?"

"... Yes. Yes, we can." It was a good thing you were still tired and didn't notice his lack of teasing or the tips of his red ears. Without another word, Dottore picked you up with ease and began heading to the door for a proper good night. By then, his face will be clear of any signs of blushing, and it'll be like nothing happened, but he holds you for a little longer that night.

[gooseintime]

everyday I mourn that we didn’t get an empress time rift storybook

[alphaofdarkness]

Ezra stressed out about parenthood while Sabine is sleeping in bliss (as she should, poor dear has been having nightmares ;;w;;✨).

Was inspired to draw the beans from @jessicas-pi’s “Commit To The Bit” fanfic; there is like two other doodles I’ll schedule to post like,,, Thursday or so from the same chapter 👉🏼👈🏼~

This fanfic has had a choke hold on me since I first read it~, it’s so silly, wholesome and just full of chaos with these two oblivious dorks having feelings for each other 🤭😌 I can't wait for more! It was honestly nice and hilarious reading the kinda sequel fic~

“ "Hi, baby,” he breathes out, ducking his head and speaking in a dry whisper, softly enough that it won’t disturb Sabine. He tries to sound reassuring. Maybe it’s just to reassure himself. “It’s your dad.”

[…]

The tiny presence tugs at him, and his eyes sting with a bursting happiness, because the presence feels like him.

[…]

He drifts deeper into the Force, letting his presence and Sabine’s and the baby’s all mix together.” - Commit To The Bit, chapter 3.

[ink--theory]

forbidden love type of beat

[energon-depo]

LIGHTS OUT! a 5 chapter fanfic about ratchet and smokescreen fixing the power outage in the base

[mbirnsings-71]

guys I'm not gonna lie to you- I just wanted to draw wings today-

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / strawberry / 674 words / NSFW / @fromagony @star4daisy @bellaxisworld @godsofwoes

“Where are we going?” Regulus asked as they passed all their usual date spots. 

“Patience, love,” James replied with a wide smile, his hand squeezed Regulus’ thigh. 

When James stopped the car, Regulus was left speechless. They were standing in front of a beautiful meadow. In the middle of a field of flowers lay their favorite blankets, some pillows and a basket in the center. 

“James, I-” Regulus’ sentence was interrupted by James’ touch as he guided them towards the perfectly laid picnic. 

James sat down first, resting his back against a tree trunk, and opened his legs just enough for Regulus to fit between them. The curly-haired man happily contemplated his lover’s silent request for a moment. He looked around at the beautiful display and noticed a small box inside the basket: strawberries.

Regulus slowly got on his knees and crawled towards where the strawberries were, he placed the fruit between his lips and continued to move in all fours back to where a blushed James was still sitting. He got close enough to feel the heat emanating from James’ body, to notice a bulge forming under James’ jeans. 

He sat back on his heels between James' legs and took a generous bite of the strawberry. The pink juice dripped down the side of his lips, trailing slowly to his neck and staining his perfectly white shirt.

“This is so good Jamie,” Regulus said as he took a second bite. “Do you want a taste?”

James slightly nodded, his jeans clearly getting tighter around his crotch as he got harder with Regulus’ little show. Regulus held the strawberry between his hands as James took a big bite, allowing the same juice to make a mess of his lips. 

“I think you got the juicer bite, baby, no fair…” Regulus tossed aside the remaining strawberry and leaned closer to James’ face. With his tongue, he began tracing every part of juice on his boyfriend’s face. He started with the neck, worked his way up to his chin and very slowly kissed away every last drop around his lips. Gradually, his hands started working up James’ thighs, his touch evoking soft moans from James as his tongue worked through every sweet spot he knew James had. 

“Love-” 

James’ voice drowned as Regulus placed his lips next to James’ skin, “Let me show you how grateful I am.” The last words whispered as his hand reached for James’ zipper, a louder moan escaping his boyfriend. He played slowly with the waistband before revealing James’ hard, and already wet, cock. He lowered James’ jeans just enough to get full access to everything Regulus wanted to play with. 

“I think i’m still a bit hungry,” Regulus said as he bent his head to allow his tongue to get the first taste from the tip of James’ length. He mixed spit with the stickiness of the remains of the strawberry juice and began working his way through James’ cock as his mouth continued to play with the tip. 

“Fuck, Reg-” his plea muffled as Regulus’ hands reached lower and his throat deeper, with his back arched, he rested his cheek on James bare thigh, his tongue working its way through the sides of James’ length. He was hungry for James, for his moans, his pleasure, his praise. He allowed himself to pause for a second to look at his boyfriend’s pretty and desperate expression.  

Regulus' swollen lips were devouring James’ twitching body as he got closer to the climax. His hands were busy tracing every soft spot around James’ thighs devotedly. James’ whimpering always queued him to how close he was, Regulus looked up at James’ through his lashes, pleading him to finish on his mouth, to let Regulus taste him. A look so sinful that got James’ off the edge in an instant. 

Proudly, Regulus swallowed every last drop that James gave him and took his time cleaning with his tongue any mess left in James’ body. 

“Thank you for the picnic, baby,” Regulus said with a grin. 

more microfics here

[hereticalarchives]

I NEED someone who has read false gods and wants to hear my ramble about Horus to appear NOW!

I have so many thoughts about him and what I *think* his core issues are + add how the Emperor and his lovely conditioning by the Impeirum has either created or exacerbated these issues.

[i-am-abnormal]

Ref:

[blu3haw4]

Here's for you guys, a wrap of all the little stories I shared this year

Day 1: Home for the Holidays. The Red Bow

Day 2: Naughty or Nice List. Coal Stockings

Day 3: Under the Mistletoe. Okay kissy-kissy now!

Day 4: Snowed In. What Happened to Your Nose?!

Day 5 (X2): Holidays Traditions.  Sunny and Warm & The LAST Gift

Day 6: Secret Santa. Great! C 38

Huge thank you to all you guys who sent in these prompts and those I didn't end up writing. Thank you for all your reblogs and comments. Thank you @clexmas24 for organizing and sharing all of our stuffs and thank you to everyone who participated in any shape or form.

Love you Kru 💖

[izumkay]

Okayyy guys choose one, I can't decide which one to write first :((

[starmocha]

Wait, are we in cahoots with Mephisto? 😀