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[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ sweet like marabou, look at you

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — sugardaddy!hayden x sugarbaby!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — hayden can't handle the thought of anyone seeing you without covering you in his marks

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 2k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, ownership, possesive!hayden, smut ( dirty talk, hickeys, oral sex f receiving, overstimulation, mention of sex ) hayden calls reader a whore a couple times. think that's all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — oh this concept has me screaming, crying and ripping my hair out

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“what do you think you are wearing?” hayden hissed, crossing the room in two short strides so that he was stood before you, eyes falling onto the black dress that clung to your frame, it was strapless and only fell to about mid thigh, the hem and neckline decorated with pretty white tulle. 

“my new dress,” you hummed, running your fingers along the black fabric, glossy lips twisted into a ditzy little smile, “don’t you like it, daddy?” 

“you wanna wear this out?” hayden asked you, “let everyone see you dressed up like a little whore?” he scoffed and your eyes went wide, a flush spattering across your bare chest. 

“no, daddy,” you spluttered, “it’s just pretty i… i thought you would like it,” you pouted, eyes falling down to your feet that were clad in pretty black heels. hayden sighed, reaching out and pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back up so that you were facing him, tears glossing your doe eyes. 

“baby doll,” he said, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip, brushing the pout from your petal lips, “it is pretty, but some of you is only for daddy, don’t need the other guys at the office seeing those pretty thighs,” his free hand ran down your side, landing on your thigh and squeezing it gently. “i’ve seen how they look at you when you come to my office in your little skirts, hoping that you’ll bend over and give them a show,” you whimpered at his words, shaking your head slightly in his grasp. 

“don’t want them though, daddy, want you, only you,” you told him and hayden grinned, leaning in and brushing a featherlight kiss on your lips. 

“i know, baby,” he told you, “daddy treats you so well, huh, could never leave me, you would be so lost,” he chuckled, kissing you again, laughing louder when you chased his lips, pouting when he pulled away and smirking at you. “tell me, baby doll, tell me what you need,” hayden prompted, sapphire eyes piercing as he watched you swallow, gazing up at him as though he had hung the moon and the stars. 

“you, always you, daddy,” you said softly, “need you to look after me, protect me from people who try and take advantage of me,” you continued, parroting the words that hayden had once whispered into your hair after bending you over his desk and spanking you until your cheeks were stained crimson when he noticed you chatting for just a little too long with one of his coworkers. he always knew best. 

“good girl,” anakin said, taping your cheek with his palm, “always so good listening to daddy,” he praised, “now we have to leave in a minute so you are gonna let me mark up those pretty thighs so that when everyone see’s you in this dress they know that you belong to me,” he demanded, and you were in no position to tell him no, not when you heard the low timbre of his voice, how he looked at you with those pretty blue eyes, as beautiful as they were hypnotic. you wanted him to claim you, show everyone at his office party that you were his and only his, it sent a rush of heat down to your core, especially as you watched hayden drop to his knees and gaze up at you. 

“daddy,” you whined as he ran his hands along your thighs, leaning in and planting delicate kisses along the tops of them, slowly trailing inwards to the meaty flesh bellow your dress, dangerously close to you lace covered cunt. 

“hush, baby doll, we don’t have long,” hayden said against your skin, trailing to the tops of your thighs and suctioning the skin there, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain and he sucked crimson marks onto the skin, he trailed up and down your legs, finding any free space to suck his mark and leave you decorated in ruby bursts and the slick of his spit. you had never seen hayden so determined before, he had always been possessive, of course, you were his baby doll, his little play thing, arm candy and whatever else he wanted you to be. but right now he was feral, you watched in fascination as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh before grabbing your right leg and swinging it over his shoulder in a sift motion, you would have lost balance if it weren’t for his big arms securing around your waist and holding you in place. 

“so pretty,” he cooed before suckling down on the sensitive skin of your thighs, grinning as he watched you skirm. 

“daddy,” you cried out, hands falling to his broad shoulders to stabalise yourself. “daddy, please,” you said, as hayden ghosted over your panties now on show for him seeing as your dress had rode up to your hips when hayden had lifted your leg. 

“what is it, baby doll?” he asked teasingly, “feeling a little sensitive here, darling,” you whined in response, head all fuzzy from hayden’s actions, he had the power to utterly control you with just a few simple touches and he loved it. “what do you want? you have to tell me what you need,” he prompted pressing a kiss over your covered clit before slipping back to your thighs, suckling at the skin just where your dress would sit when it was pulled down. 

“want daddy to play with me,” you pouted, bucking your hips slightly in his hold and hayden snickered, kissing your thigh. 

“feeling needy, baby doll?” he asked, “all it takes is me marking up your thighs to get you wet? such a desperate girl for me,” but he didn’t care, he loved how badly you craved him, just as addicted to the rush as he was, he would do anything for you and you would do the same. you let out a moan when anakin leaned in, using his teeth to tug down your panties revealing your freshly waxed cunt to his view, sticky wetness clinging to your panties, you little clit flushed rosy and throbbing. “such a pretty pussy,” hayden said, as he always did, it was no secret how much he loved that place between your thighs, no matter if he was burying his tongue, fingers or cock between your folds he fucking ate it up, loving every moment you gave him. “you want it?” hayden asked, eyes flicking up to yours, seeing the lust that clouded your gaze. 

“so bad, please, daddy, wanna show everyone i’m yours, mark your face with my cum,” now it was hayden’s turn to groan, dick twitching at your dirty words and he fucking loved it. 

“yea, baby doll, want to show everyone i’m on the only man that makes you cum, make that pussy squirt all over me,” he didn’t wait for you to reply, to beg for him to give you what you wanted when he was burying his face into you needy cunt, lapping at your slick like a man starved because that was the thing about hayden, he didn’t just eat you out, he devoured you. eating your pussy like it was the last thing he would ever taste, he room was filled with the wet sounds of hayden’s tongue lapping at your cunt while you moaned like a porn star, leg going taunt around his shoulder, hands threading into his perfectly styled hair but he didnt care as he plunged his tongue into your sopping hole. 

“daddy, feels so good,” you told him, hips spasaming as he continued to tongue fuck you. it didn’t take long before that coil in your stomach began to unwind, especially when hayden moved from your slit instead focusing on your clit, the little cluster of nerves bursting at the stilumlation as he sucked the bud between his lips and suckled on it, you almost fell limp as the sensation, you had never known a man who knew who to make you cum as quickly as hayden. 

“don’t stop,” you pleaded, “please, just like that” your words were hoarse, broken by pleasure as your head fell back, allowing hayden to consume you, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think about anything but hayden, the feeling of his mouth, his tongue. “so, close,” you gasped, hayden’s grip on your legs tightened, holding you upright as he grazed his teeth along your clit before giving it a harsh suck, somewhere between pain and pleasure you lost yourself. white spots danced behind your eye lids and you were gone, if it wasn’t for hayden’s strong grip on you, you would have melted into a puddle on the ground, everything around you span, a kaleidoscope of colours churning until you felt nothing but bliss. you vaguely felt hayden lapping up your release but you were too far gone to even react, that was until his mouth went back to your clit. 

“daddy, stop,” you gaped, legs shaking as you yanked at his messy golden curls trying to pull him away but hayden released the grip on you hips with one hand and grasped your shaking hands, pulling them away and holding both your wrists with one hand. “please, i just came,” you whimpered but the pleasure was already building once again, a white hot searing thing that made your legs go numb and spine ache. 

“and you’ll give me another one,” hayden said against you cunt, his words sending vibrations through your body and you knew he wouldn’t stop, he loved you like this, even in a position where he was vulnerable, on his knees while you towered over him he still had all the control, he could force orgasm after orgasm out of you and you would take it.

“oh my god,” you gasped, your legs were going to give way as hayden sunk his tongue back into your copping core and swirling his tongue, the sick sounds of his tongue slurping up everything you gave him too much, a sob tore from your lips, pretty makeup spilling down your cheeks as another orgasm crashed through you, more powerful than the last. you were pretty sure you were screaming but it was hard to tell as you sank beneath the waves of pleasure, gasping for air as hayden finally stopped his assault on your cunt. your entire body was buzzing with pleasure, a glow that stemmed from your core and flared out like sunlight, you bathed in it as hayden gently set you down on the bed a few steps away. 

“feeling good, baby doll?” hayden asked with a silly smirk twisted on his lips, face still coated in your release. 

“so good,” you said, voice cracking from the force of your use of it when you came, this only made hayden’s smirk grow wider as he tugged your pantied back up your legs, you winched when they came in contact with your swollen clit. 

“did so well for me, darling, made me so proud,” he praised and you lit up at his words, a dazzled smile making its way onto your face. 

“thank you, daddy,” you whispered bashfully as hayden pulled you up from the bed and you stood on shaky legs, eyes widening as you caught sight of yourself in the vanity mirror, your mascara had ran down your cheeks in a smokey trail, lip stick smudged around your lips and your hair was frizzy. “oh no,” you pouted, rushing over to dab away the stains. 

“what are you doing?” hayden asked you with a cocked brow. 

“they are already going to know what you did to me by the state of my legs,” you said gesturing down at the skin of your thighs stained crimson, “i don’t need to be walking in looking like a whore,” you huffed, wiping away the mascara and fixing your lipstick. 

“mh, but you’re my little whore, darling,” hayden said, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, a cocky grin painted on his lips. 

“yes, your’s daddy,” you sighed, flattening your hair down, “we don’t need everyone seeing me after i cum do we, daddy?” you asked, fluttering your lashes at him and hayden growled. 

“never,” he promised and you giggled. 

“so, should we get going?” you asked him and hayden nodded, releasing your hips and taking you hand tugging you out of your bedroom, and if everyone stared at you that night because of the marks that stained your thighs you didn’t care, and for hayden, it made him harden in his trousers everytime he caught a glimpse until it was too much and he bent you over the back of his car and fucked you until you cried. 

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more sugar daddy hayden maybe???

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[softevnstan]

(nsfw) random prompt event generator for bucky!!

Bucky and Y/N going back to one or the other's house after a date, where they eventually end up dry-humping on the couch. Y/N only intends this as foreplay, but Bucky is already getting overwhelmed. Y/N finds this amusing and endearing, leaning close to whisper something teasingly into Bucky's ear. It turns out that Bucky is more excited than Y/N thought, and hits orgasm without any further stimulation, to the surprise of Y/N and the embarrassment of Bucky. What happens next?

pairing. bucky barnes x gender neutral! reader

summary. After a date night out with Bucky as you explore your new relationship, you unintentionally wind up taking your makeout session a little too far. Quickly you learn it's been far too long since Bucky has had a partner.

warnings. SMUT - minors DNI. kissing, praise kink, dirty talk, size difference, beefy bucky, dry humping, masturbation (bucky and you), implied/referenced trauma, reader has v but still gender neutral. p with plot, recovering!bucky barnes (half-way).

a.n. ok, i have other things to write and originally i was gonna let this wait... until i read the prompt again and saw this as an opportunity for some mild bottom/fluffy bucky. (bucky is a bottom you can't change my mind, but i'll write top for you all i promise) starts a little fluffy at first because idk how to not write some sort of context to situations, and bucky is still in recovery reasonably so

w.c. 7.6k howdidthishappen

Your date with Bucky exceeded your expectations. Wary that things would potentially be a little rough around the edges while the soldier was still trying to put himself back together, you were pleasantly surprised when he picked you up at your apartment with a bouquet of flowers - specifically an interesting combination of sunflowers and roses. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had bought you flowers, and after running them inside so as to not ruin them by taking them on the trip, Bucky held your hand all the way to his motorcycle and helped you settle comfortably before embarking on the evening together. No awkward pauses or tense, heavy moments with Bucky; It was sweet and a dream come true that you didn’t even know you’d had.

He’d surprised you on where you both were going initially. Blindly trusting Bucky with wherever he chose your date location, he decided that the Art Museum was the safest choice. Dinners could be awkward - what if you don’t like the way someone chews their food? Movies hardly left time to actually get to know one another, instead just sitting in the dark with occasional spared glances. Anything too physical could be exerting and hinder you from another date with Bucky. So after indecisively pondering, Bucky had chosen that an art exhibit was the best way to go.

You loved it.

So many classic paintings and countless mediums of art filled the halls as you two strode hand in hand. Bucky was on the quieter side, but not enough to deter you. He’d smile and watch the twinkle in your eyes when you both came across a particularly marvelous work of art that you loved. Bucky had listened smittenly as you gushed about the way some pieces of art made you feel or the message you interpreted behind it all. Eventually, Bucky had begun to open up throughout the night to do the same. What felt like hours of enriched conversation and two people simply being in the moment.

Sometimes people don’t need candles and rose petals, sometimes people just need someone to talk to and feel just as down to earth with. 

Unfortunately, neither of you had finished going through the whole museum together in one sitting.

Bucky had used that as the opportunity to salvage the situation; “I guess that means we’ll just have to come back together.” He’d said fondly when you both stopped at the mini-cafe built in the museum before you both left.

Instead of letting the date die down when the museum began closing for the night, you offered to bring the party back to your apartment instead. Tempting Bucky with a bottle of wine sitting in your kitchen so you two could just spend some more time together, he didn’t need too much convincing. Any excuse to stay close to you, to steal some of your time just a little longer before returning to his dull apartment. 

‘How could I say no to you, doll?’ He had said, and you’d beamed at the small victory.

Truly, you hadn’t meant for it to end up where it was (not that you were complaining). When you asked Bucky to come into your apartment building, when you’d walked together hand in hand, you didn’t think you’d wind up like this. But somewhere between being plastered against Bucky’s backside and having the privilege to let your hands wander and explore tight leather hiding thick arms or the adrenaline of feeling the wind whipping in your hair, you’d started to become insatiable on the trip back.

Bucky had this way with you that made you feel like a teenager in love all over again.

Sure, he was quiet, but he was misunderstood. Soft and sweet, he had a compassionate heart and an intelligent mind, the gentle giant. 

It’d taken some time to help Bucky bring down those walls initially - countless weeks you’d spent just trying to be his friend before he finally caved and agreed. He was a private person, you learned, but once peeling back all the layers, Bucky was amazing and worth all the work that went into opening him up. Creative and smart, a book-lover and funny, he was gentle and tender and emotional in every way that a man could be if they let themselves. He wasn’t afraid to be honest, but was instead afraid to voice that too loud. He wasn’t afraid to be emotional or vulnerable with those he trusted - not the unfeeling machine that so many had made him out to be. Bucky had simply needed someone who understood him - or was willing to if nothing else.

Once you’d gotten past all of it, all of the rough nights and moody days, it was worth it. You’d watched Bucky become something he never was before…

He was the one who had taken your relationship a step further. 

Tentatively and timidly, might you add. Always endearing. He’d been anxious asking you to come out with him - as though he’d been fighting with himself for a long while on whether or not he should even ask. When he finally called you and asked if you’d like to go out on a date with him tonight - yes, he’d used date - you’d been elated. 

And sure, you were moving a little too fast at that moment, but life is short and he’s already on seventy years of borrowed time. Bucky deserves to be loved.

Warm hand had rubbed up the length of Bucky’s bicep, and you gave his shoulder a squeeze when getting off of his motorcycle with a teasing glint in your eyes.

When he walked with you into the building, you hugged his left arm to your side - refusing for any additional space to come between the both of you as you prattled on about 'Birthday', by Dorothea Tanning and how you interpreted it as the door into the imagination, and Bucky was busy trying to remember which painting it was you were talking about - it was 'the winged scared cat-creature on the floor' that rejogged his memory.

Bucky was just happy you clung so easily to the cold and hard metal of his vibranium arm as if it were his own.

Turning into your hall, you’d begun to pull Bucky by the arm. Turning on your heel and offering him a smitten smile when you tugged him closer to your body in a backward walk. His eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile, his smile wide and showing off pretty white teeth. Even the sheepish duck of his head was precious when you led him into your apartment, finally excited to have time where it could be just you and Bucky without prying eyes.

"If you were eager to get home, you could've just said so," Bucky teased you, and you gave a playful smirk in response.

"M'not, I'm just excited to finally be alone with you." you'd cooed, attempting to make the words seductive but honestly they came more sentimental than anything.

The door gave way behind you when you twisted the knob with your one hand, the other still clutching to Bucky's sleeve. It didn't give Bucky a chance to respond to your retort when you tugged him right on into your apartment. Instead, it earned a chuckle that snapped into a gasp with your pull.

It was when that door shut that something came over you. Tucked into your own little corner of the world, you didn’t fear overwhelming Bucky with affection that made him uncomfortable. No worries about people gawking and making him feel out of place (or him being afraid of gawking, really). 

When you both were just past the threshold of your apartment, you turned and used your foot to push the door shut. Fingers sliding up Bucky's arm, you used the moment to grab the lapels of his leather coat and step back - coming flush with the door and dragging Bucky right on into your tight space.

Hardly giving him a chance to protest. Wide cobalt eyes study you when you both are finally still, Bucky's hands hovering a little uselessly briefly and while shocked, still pleasantly surprised by your bravery.

"Someone is a little impatient," Bucky comments, expression softening. "Not impatient, just excited." You defend with a loving smile. "I could've sworn there was a bottle of wine mentioned..." Bucky trails. "Can you even get intoxicated?" You rhetorically question with a curious tilt of your head and a knowing grin. "Can't I drink for the taste like most people do?" Bucky retorts. "Touché."

You both fall into a small fit of giggles and soft laughs, the small talk helping to alleviate some of Bucky's nerves. His hands slowly come to settle on your sides since you're not budging from where you'd pressed flat against the door. Enjoying being wedged between a door and Bucky - you'd be crazy not to.

Despite the way, your mind is running a million miles a minute and your gaze can't seem to draw away from Bucky's pouty lips, Bucky doesn't seem to be picking up as easily on your advances. That's okay. He's always been worth the wait.

“...Did you have a good evenin’, doll?” he asks, flesh hand smoothing down to delicately rest on your hip.

“I was with you, wasn’t I?" Bucky looks at you for a beat as if slightly unconvinced... "Yes, Bucky. One of the best dates I've ever been on... ‘S a shame, I don’t want it to end.” You coo, drawing Bucky in closer until you’re both flush against each other. His left-gloved hand lifted to push your hair from your face tenderly. 

“Who says it has to end right here?” Bucky hums with his signature playboy grin - no wonder why he had every girl in Brooklyn creaming their panties.

The low husk of his voice strikes you to your very core, allowing your imagination to run wild with the countless thoughts of what the man before you could really do if he tried. Really, it wouldn’t take much; Bucky already had you curled around his finger, whether he knew it or not was another question.

“I thought you’d never ask,” pleased, you lay your hands flat on Bucky’s chest. Feeling under his open coat and hands finding the expanse of muscle. You tilt your head back, biting your bottom lip seductively with a cheeky grin.

You aren’t ready to find Bucky’s eyes watching you so intently. The way he wets his bottom lip before worrying it between his teeth and releasing that pouty lip of his. Eyes boring right into you and keeping you pinned between him and the door. Ever so carefully, Bucky cups your cheek in his large gloved palm. There’s hardly a missed beat when you turn your head and nose affectionately into his palm, able to hear the soft whirring of the machinery before pressing a chaste kiss to leave behind.

“I had fun tonight,” You reiterate to him softly - the drag of your lips accentuated with every word against his palm.

“M’glad. You look good when you’re happy.” Bucky murmurs, but he seems distracted. Cobalt eyes follow every drag of your lips, Bucky exhales a shallow breath. 

“I bet I could think of a few ways you could make me even happier, Bucky,” you singsong, hand sliding up over Bucky’s that hold your cheek to press affectionately into his touch. Always grateful for anything, nuzzling into him like a needy kitten. 

Part of you is waiting for the next step. For him to make the next move - that’s the dance between you two. You step, and Bucky steps one more further. Playing off of each other. It doesn’t come.

“M’sure you could, sugar,” Bucky starts, and you’re waiting for the ‘But’... “But,” There it is. “Maybe we should slow down just a little. It’s been such a good night…”

“We could make it better,” you offer, and Bucky flushes slightly at the implication.

“...I don’t want to move too fast,” Bucky says after a pause in a hushed whisper - as though scared if he speaks any louder, the universe may come in and rip this good thing away from him as it has a history of doing.

“Listen, I care about you. And I had a really, really good time with you - I’m still so happy you agreed to come out with me. But you’re not- Not some dame. I’m not just trying to get into your pants, Y/N…” Bucky elaborates tentatively, and you watch him with understanding in your gaze.

“I know,” You softly lament. “You’re not that kind of fella, Bucky…” “I want you to feel comfortable with me - happy,” Bucky emphasizes, and for half a moment your heart hurts for the man in front of you. So convinced he’s still capable of doing harm, even after all of this time. “I can’t think of a time I’ve been uncomfortable around you at all, actually,” Softly you contest, and Bucky offers you a briefly amused smile. 

“We can take our time,” Bucky presses; You can tell it’s more for him than it is for you. “Anything you need.” No questions about it. Nuzzling into Bucky’s palm, your lips form a chaste smile. “You’re too good to me, sugar…” “Funny, I’ve found myself thinking that all night.” Bucky finds humor in the words; expression softening and some of the tension that had begun to rebuild in him falling away. Bucky laughs. Soft, but rich. He leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your temple; Protective and loving. “Earlier, you said you had fun… So did I. This was one of the best nights in a while for me,” The admission comes with the feel of Bucky’s lips ghosting your skin. It’s distracting.

“I’m glad; You deserve good things, too, Bucky.” Something you tend to try to remind Bucky of often; You’ll slam that fact into his head until he one day decides to believe it for himself and see what everyone else sees. “You are my good thing,” he whispers even quieter; Unintentionally dropping the tone of his voice and sending shivers down your spine.

No words are exchanged when your hands lift and find Bucky’s defined jaw; cradling him gently and drawing him in for a deep but loving kiss. The first of many tonight.

Both you and Bucky had soon migrated from the door in the foyer to your cozy living room. You both struggled to keep space between one another; Lips meeting together over and over again. The only sound was your own heart pounding in your ears and the soft breaths between you and Bucky. 

You were planted in his lap. Sat on strong, thick thighs - your arms draped around Bucky’s broad shoulders. His hands sat comfortably on your sides; gloves abandoned on the coffee table when he’d wanted to feel you. Not leather obstructing him from feeling the proper warmth of your flushed skin. His head tipped back to accommodate the way you had gained a few inches on him upon being seated in his lap.

Despite the way you two were entangled, it was nothing more than kisses. His hands hadn’t dared to venture below your belt, and while the kisses were definitely full of passion, it wasn’t the flame you were yearning and burning for. To respect Bucky’s request though, you didn’t proceed any further. Content with the taste of Bucky on your tongue, the warmth of his breath, and the barely there noises you were able to draw out of him that rumbled in his chest. His lips were soft and moved naturally against one another - It was a moment of euphoria.

Just the way your mouths slotted together alone was enough to rile you up; It’d been so long, and no one was as tender a lover as Bucky was with you. Each time he touched you, it was with consideration and care for what you wanted, what would feel good. Never in the means of his own self-gain. It made you that much more desiring of him; the connection that you both maintained had been there for months, it was simply that you both had finally begun to act on it. 

You’d told yourself you’d be slow. Take this at your own pace. No one wants to rush into a relationship that has the potential to end messy. But there you were; Necking in your living room with Brooklyn’s finest bachelor since 1936. Truly, you were only human, and it hadn’t escalated further than that. Breathing each other in, heated and heavy. You hadn’t even done it intentionally.

One could only fault you so much when your hips rolled into Bucky’s. Formerly nestled still in his lap, you found yourself moving without thought. Grinding down into the soldier’s lap, it elicited a deep groan from his throat, and tilted his head down to pull your lips apart. His hands instinctively moved to your hips; Clutching moderately tight to still your ministrations. You relished in the subtle pressure that came with Bucky’s hands securely enough to hold you still for hardly a moment. It was enough time for you to have realized the mistake you’d made.

“Shit, I’m sorry–” you stammered between the both of you, and Bucky instead took a shallow inhale. “No, no– It… It was good. It felt good, it’s-... It’s just… been a while.” Bucky timidly expressed, cheeks flushed and breathless. You noticed how he struggled briefly to maintain a heated gaze with you, eyes averting before pinching shut altogether.

“Do we need to stop? It’s okay if we do, Bucky…” Let him know that he had that out if he needed it; You wouldn’t be upset.

That option left Bucky shaking his head profusely. “No,” he rasps out, and you can feel his breath fanning your face. Can still taste him on your lips. You’re both still so close… You can feel the faint flex of his fingers holding you. “I want to keep going… Just… Give me a moment, alright?” He requests, and you give him a comforting smile and an understanding nod.

Your fingers card up into Bucky’s disheveled locks and brush thick hair back from falling in his face. Some of the tension leaves his body when you press a chaste kiss to his temple. 

“Whatever you need,” you softly let him know. You’re both still for a minute or two. Simply letting Bucky hold your hips while you kept some of the pressure on your knees - dug into the cushions on either side of his thick thighs. Soothingly rubbing your fingers through Bucky’s hair and giving him a tender hug he relishes in.

Then, slowly, he pulls you back down. Guiding your ass back into his lap and bodies coming flush together. The moment is experimental and you allow Bucky to take all the time he needs even if there is a burning in your thighs from the awkward position. Basking in the relief with a soft sigh and nosing into Bucky’s hair. His hands experimentally dare to explore a little further down. Rubbing from your waist down over your hips to the tops of your thighs. His hands feel like that of a bear's paws in comparison to your physique. 

“How are we feeling…?” You ask, checking in on him. “A little better… I’ve been using that 4-7-8 breathing method my therapist recommended, actually,” Bucky says, and you can tell for a moment he just needs to play it by ear. Even if you both don’t do anything tonight, he’s worth the wait.

“Really? That’s good,” Indulging in the moment of chit-chat as his hands still continue the back-and-forth motion. Hypnotizing and leaving your thighs tingling.

Bucky’s reply comes in a soft hum, tilting his head down to nudge his nose at your neck. You tilt your head enough for him to burrow in the hollow of your throat and nose affectionately there. His warm breath makes your skin break out in goosebumps. You let out a shaky exhale before a sappy grin spreads across your face.

He begins to slowly mouth at the sensitive skin of your throat. Gentle kisses and the faint scratch of his stubble that initially tickles enough to make you wiggle in his lap. 

“Bucky!” You squeak and you feel the grin against your skin.

“Easy, easy…” Bucky lowly tells you and it burns into your core. It’s easy to go lax when he’s the voice coaxing you back. “Good doll,” Bucky says with a chuckle - clearly teasing but it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. 

“M’ticklish,” You defend as your arms squeeze around his shoulders. “I can tell. Might come in handy one day…” His lips still ghost over your skin; ever so distracting.

“You wouldn't.” “I might,” Bucky says, his voice smooth but thick like honey.

A playful pinch to Bucky’s shoulder makes him surrender with a laugh before tipping his head up to press your foreheads together again. This time you’re surprised to find his eyes meeting yours head-on.

“Thank you for being understanding,” Bucky addresses the elephant in the room, traces of anxiety in those gray eyes. “I’m still trying to learn how to let myself be with someone else…”

The words feels so raw; A hushed confession and a moment Bucky is being fully honest with you. Not hiding from it or skirting around it - communicating his boundaries and being able to give himself the time he needs. Your chest swells with pride for the man before you in his growth; You’re so inlove. 

“It’s okay, really. I’m not here just to get into your pants, Bucky. I care about you, and we can go as fast or as slow as you need.” You affirm, always wanting Bucky to know that. That he’s safe with you the way you are with him.

“I know,” he whispers, tipping his head up a little further to let your lips brush. “It’s why I like you so much…”

You smile, unable to help but feel a fluttering in your chest. Bucky draws you the rest of the way to press your lips together again. Starting from scratch so that Bucky is able to be more expecting and prepared this time. The build-up doesn’t bother you in the slightest, and it doesn’t take the both of you long to build up where you once were. Bucky’s comfortable kissing you. It’s everything else that daunts him.

Bucky is the one who holds your hips tight against his lap as he gives an experimental roll of his hips up into your ass; feeling the semi-bulge through his jeans. You gasp against his lips, and he seizes the moment to lick hot into your mouth. He doesn’t do it again; Teasing you and inviting you to take the next step. Experimentally, you return the gesture when you grind against Bucky’s lap. It draws a noise from both of you at that time.

“Yeah..,” Bucky huskily groans. “That’s good, fuck…” Bucky’s praise eggs you on to keep pressing down into Bucky. Rotating your hips to allow both of you to grind through your clothes; Traces of Bucky’s arousal evident in his jeans.

He steals your breath with a claiming kiss. Strong hands trailing up your thighs to test the waters. Feeling over the swell of your ass and encouraging you to keep pressing down into him. Rutting against his constricted and half-swelled cock. You’re unsure what to do with your hands other than planting them firmly on Bucky’s chest as you grind your sexes together. Fingers curling into bunch fabric of his shirt as Bucky’s head tilts to deepen your kiss further.

With each second that passes, you feel dizzier. High on the endorphins and lack of oxygen - your chest felt warm and fuzzy. Kissed senseless as Bucky’s firm hands squeeze the globes of your ass and rips a needy keen from your throat, drawing your grinds to a controlled halt. Right when you fear as though you might be too light-headed from the lack of air, Bucky shows some mercy. Freeing your lips and leaving you to gasp; Bucky licking his lips with a satisfied grin.

“I think I taste mint, did you pop a tic-tac earlier when I wasn’t looking…?” Bucky breathlessly teases, both of you so close that you can feel his smile. In that moment, you’re simply trying to return to Earth for a moment between soft, airy breaths. 

When you will yourself to finally look at Bucky again, his eyes are blown. His black pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes; leaving behind a thin ring. Something inside of him looks livelier than you’ve ever seen, Bucky’s cheeks flushed and lips swollen. 

“Jesus, Bucky,” is all you manage, earning a cheeky grin from Bucky - proud. “Speechless? I’m relieved to know after nearly a century I haven’t gotten rusty… It’d be embarrassing if I was 107 and didn’t know how to kiss,” Bucky jokes, and something inside of you feels so warm and fuzzy.

That you both can joke while still being in the moment and grinding into each other moments prior.

“Cocky, are we soldier?” You hum after regaining some of your composure, hands lifting to hold his face. Before Bucky has a chance to speak, the wiggle of your hips draws a reminder of the length in his jeans. Bucky chokes on a stifled groan low in his throat at the way you frott into him.

“Very funny,” he asks, still slightly out of breath.

“You took me by surprise,” you admit softly, “You never seem so brave…” “Frankly, sugar, it’s… Been a really long time. I’ve spent a too long runnin’ and not getting to actually feel alive - I’m not just surviving anymore. It’s taken time and it’ll still take more, but you make me feel better.” Bucky confesses fondly, and you snort with amusement. Pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

“Sap.” You murmur between soft pecks. “Only you could turn something hot into something sweet.” “Can’t we have both?” Bucky cooes. “Absolutely.”

This time, you take lead. Pecking kisses down from Bucky’s lips, over his stubbled cheek and defined jaw. His head tilts back to accommodate the way you nudge, leaving open-mouth kisses in your wake. Sucking the salty skin to leave behind loving bruises that will only last so long with Bucky’s healing factor. He groans; Adam’s apple bobbing when you stamp kisses back up his neck to the juncture of his ear and jaw. A soft kiss before you take a playful nip at his earlobe and send shivers racking through the man under you. “Oh, babydoll,” Bucky sighs airly, taking it upon himself to guide your hips. You move on your own accord as Bucky grinds you into his lap; Moving you back and forth to rut together through your clothes. You don’t have to do any of the work, instead just taking some time to give Bucky the loving he deserves.

When you peer at his face, his eyes are closed. Lashes kissing the tops of his cheeks and lips parted with soft breaths; the occasional clench of teeth pulls out a gravelly rumble from his chest. All of it has you so hot, so riled up. It’s just the two of you alone in the apartment; The air is charged with electricity between the two of you. The scrape of your teeth makes Bucky’s lips curl into a devious grin.

“You’re doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praises. “My pretty baby, yeah… God– Do you feel what you do to me, honey…?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse, the friction working him up just as much as it was you. The throbbing between your legs was becoming insatiable - your answer coming in a whimper as you sucked another purpling bruise into Bucky’s throat.

Your hips move enthusiastically. Trying to meet Bucky for every grind; Becoming too much for him to handle at one point. 

“Sl-Slow down, baby… Easy, we’ve got time,” he attempts to coax, but you’re busy chasing that high at that moment. You want to make Bucky feel good - this is doing that for him; Pleasing him. 

“What’s wrong, big guy?” You ask with an airy giggle, nosing up to Bucky’s ear. Your lips press against the shell of his ear; “I can’t get enough of you touching me, Bucky. I just want to make you come, thinking about it turns me on so much…”

You don’t realize until it’s too late what the words do to him, whispered out right in his ear. Bucky’s nose scrunches up and his jaw goes slack. His body becomes taut underneath you; Hands clutching hard and leaving a dull ache in your bones despite the way you’re still trying to move. Bucky’s hips stutter harshly, and suddenly he’s gasping out. Moaning low and breathy as he rides out his orgasm with half-hearted bucks up into your ass.

Your eyes widen with a sense of wonder as Bucky comes undone in those short few seconds. His lips curl into a perfect ‘o’ and he shudders, eyes pinched shut. “Ohhhh fuuuck,” Bucky moans, long and drawn out, and there’s not a hotter sight than Bucky Barnes coming because of you. You smile; Pleased with yourself and priding yourself on the fact of being able to be the one to do this to Bucky. You continue the grueling roll of your hips into his hard dick - little left to the imagination while your fingers tangle in his hair and you hold him close. Watching his face all the while; Not wanting to miss a single moment.

Bucky rides it out until he’s left with beads of sweat misting his hairline, panting with the rise and fall of his chest. Taking his time, licking his lips before seemingly becoming sheepish of how easily he’d just fallen apart. No warning; It’s been so long since he’s had another sexual partner to experience these things within a positive environment.

Your hips only stop when he’s well and done, knowing that most guys half the time are one-and-done. “That… That felt really good, m’sorry, it’s– it’s different. With, y’know, someone else… Versus alone…” Bucky manages awkwardly, and you simply draw him in for a lingering kiss. 

“I understand,” You murmur comfortingly against his lips. “You can clean up in the bathroom; I don’t have anything in your size for underwear, unfortunately, but I can find a pair of flannel bottoms that might fit…” “What about you?” Bucky asks, raising a brow. “Me?” “You.. You didn’t get to… Y’know.”

It’s oddly endearing how he worries about the fact that you weren’t able to get off the way he had. “What, we’re afraid to use adult language now?” You tease, and Bucky rolls his eyes. “M’bein’ serious. I want you to feel good…” Bucky says, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “I can get it up again if you give me a minute.” He adds, and for a moment you’re confused before placing the answer upon a super soldier refractory period.

“You’d be comfortable with that..?” You ask with a curious tilt, and Bucky bites his lips together; you can see the lingering daze in his eyes from the post-orgasm haze. “No,” he answers almost nervously. “I… Tonight has been a lot already. I don’t think I want to go there yet…” And you expect it to end there, but: “I have something else in mind, though.”

“Oh, do you now…?” you muse, curious. “Have you ever heard of mutual masturbation…?”

You’re both sat facing one another on the couch; One of your legs tucked under your body and pants long abandoned to the floor leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You’d felt far less reluctance than Bucky had when it came to stripping down; The layers shed easily as your anticipation festered more and more to the surface. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. You’ve known Bucky for a while now, and let’s not lie to yourself - He’s a good-looking man who can do things with a single look. The ‘Barnes Charm’ he was so popular for when he was young was still there; Showing itself in small flickers of moments from time to time. The only instances in acting on it on your behalf were in the comfort of your bedroom, alone in the sheets. No one’s business but yours. 

But now you’re there with him and no one else. No one to disturb your private moment.

Touch was something that was hard for Bucky - he’d expressed that to you when he stammered over what he’d been asking of you. That he’d rather watch one another right then.

Bucky had no problem drinking you in, either. His eyes were fixed on every movement you made - when you’d peeled your shirt off his eyes followed the expanse of glowing skin and studied it all. Every curve and slope of your body; There was no question of how enamored he was with you. It was the first time in a long time you’d felt truly seen. Someone who wasn’t just trying to get into your pants but found you breathtaking.

It was flattering; You could feel the heat in your cheeks and the way it flustered you to be looked at in awe. There was something about Bucky that made you feel perfect. He was a man that was genuine in everything he did; Not much of a people-pleaser if he doesn’t have to be. Arguably a little stubborn, actually. You knew nothing about the way he looked at you was feigned.

He chews his lip as his eyes study you. Leaned more forward from where he’s sat sideways on his half of the couch. Left hand clutching the back of the couch cushion, Bucky had that familiar bulge in his jeans (which were now unbuttoned and peeled open to show off his navy blue briefs). 

“You look so perfect, doll…” Bucky murmurs lovingly after a moment, and your heart melts in your chest.

The words felt too intimate for you to accept easily, but you didn’t want to reject the compliment either. So rather than reply verbally, you leaned back into the cushion propped up behind you and drew your right leg up; Pressed into the back of the couch. Your right leg dangles off the side of the couch and leaving you exposed to Bucky. A welcome invitation if he decides to change his mind and wants to touch you. 

Bucky breath hitches; shuddering out a slow exhale through his nose. His gaze is hungry, his hand thoughtlessly moving to his own groin to palm the returning erection.

“I’ll love you right, one of these days, sugar.” Bucky promises with a lick of his lips. “This is just fine for tonight, Bucky,” You reassure him, and his gaze racks up to your face. “Thank you again for understanding,” And the softness in his hungry eyes sends a cold desire to your core - something more intimate about that look than the one threatening to eat you whole. “Anything for you.” You tell him, meaning every word.

With that, you make a deliberate show of teasing your fingers down your chest and tummy before slinking between your legs. 

“Aww, that’s it, sugar,” Bucky hums fondly with a breathy chuckle. “Eager little thing, gonna put on a pretty show for me..?”

“Only if you promise to do the same; This is just as much for me as it is for you,” You tease affectionately, mood defiled when you trace your hole with your middle and ring finger. The pads of your fingers are cold on sensitive skin, leaving you to shiver and sigh out an airy moan.

“M’not in nearly as a rush as you are, sweetheart.” Bucky hums, and you catch the way his hand slides down to palm at his cock through his underwear. “So excited to be on display, are we?” “Just for you,” you exhale, preening at the way he looks at you while experimentally dipping the tips of your fingers into your wet and wanting hole.

“Thank God, might have to wring someone by the neck if I gotta share a sight as sweet as this...” The tone is playful and joking, but there are traces of genuine possessiveness in Bucky’s voice. The idea alone is enough to have you showing off; gathering the wetness and making a deliberate show of smearing it over glistening skin. Bucky licks his lips with a look as though he wants to eat you alive. 

Atleast it’ll give him something to look forward to for when you both do get to the point you can be physically comfortable with intimacy. You can have more than enough fun with this. 

“Mother, mary, n’ joseph…” Bucky drawls; that Brooklyn accent of his coming through thick with the rumble of his words. He relaxes back into the couch while you continue the steady stroke of teasing yourself, playing with your clit and leaving your cunt throbbing. Bucky properly slides his jeans down his thighs and bunches his briefs along with them.

The evidence of his previous orgasm smeared in his soiled briefs, his cock thick and bobbing at the cool air. Bucky hisses through his teeth before spitting into his hand and stroking himself off languidly. 

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep touchin’ yourself for me, I wanna see how you like it…” the words were hummed low, squeaking a moan out of you with just the way he spoke to you alone. “Aww, did you like that, baby? Like the way I talk to you..?”

You bite your lip, swallowing back the noises and answering Bucky’s question in a profuse nod. Fingers still insistently tracing yourself to that sweet spot, you could feel the slow knot building in the pit of your tummy.

“Ah, ah, ah… If m’gonna talk, I wanna hear those sweet noises, babydoll. Sing for me,” Bucky cooes with a breathy chuckle, still fucking his fist on the length of his cock. Pre-come beading at the slit and making the tip glisten with the signs of his arousal.

“Oh, Bucky,” You wantonly mewl out, surprising yourself with how helpless you sound. Trailing your slick fingers down to press the tip of your middle finger into your weeping cunt. Experimentally pressing in, having been pent up for what felt likes ages and aching for relief.

“That’s it, baby,” Bucky’s hand begins to speed up over his aching cock; His thickness jerking in his palm whenever you make a particularly sweet noise. “Show me how you stuff that needy cunt; I wanna see how you - fuck - take care of yourself…”

You moan for Bucky; needy and high and airy. It just feeds into his own arousal as he jerks off across from you. His own groans deep and rough - Piercing gaze keeping you pinned to the couch. Unable to look away from the way Bucky’s gaze bore into you.

His eyes watch you expectantly; Waiting for you to do what he’s asked. You oblige.

Your fingers press knuckle-deep into your cunt; Experimentally thrusting into your channel and leaving your back to arch slightly off the arm of the couch.

“Oh,” you mewl out, fingers driving into your hole, stretching your tightness and leaving your arousal to spill out. 

Bucky jerks his thick cock, hand sliding easily and the ministration made easier by the pre-come that spills over his fist. He shifts his hips, licking his lips and grinning at the way you fuck yourself open.

“Look at you, such a pretty baby,” Bucky breathes low between pants for air. “If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought you – mmh, god - were waitin’ for this. So eager to get that hole wet…”

The way Bucky talks to you makes your chest flutter. Your face feels hot, gasping as it drives the way you fuck your hole. Watching the up-stroke on Bucky’s cock - imagining the length sliding home into you and whimpering at the thought. Your eyes screw shut, the room filled with the slick sounds of your fingers in your hole.

“Oh no, babydoll, open those pretty eyes. I want you to watch me,” Bucky demands, and your eyes open on command. “Yeah, that’s it… Good baby, see this?” Bucky stops the stroking of his dick to let his fingers wrap around the girth and give a little tap of the tip to his thigh. Showing off the girth and his thick balls.

“Yeah, yeah this is all for you, honey. M’so hard for you, all for you…” The rumble of his voice was soothing as it was arousing.

“Bu-Bucky,” you squeak past trembling lips. Thighs softly quaking — Bucky’s words could get you off alone. Who knew he was such a filthy talker?

“I’m right here, sugar. ‘S okay, make yourself feel good. Don’t gotta hold back for nothin’, show me, pretty thing. I wanna see it all…” It’s permission if you’ve ever heard it, and suddenly at that moment, you realize how dependent Bucky’s say was over your building orgasm. As if your body knew it was waiting on his approval before you could let yourself come undone. 

Your legs draw up to clench your thighs – Stopping yourself when you remember Bucky’s eyes are still fixed upon your flushed body. Watching the hypnotizing display of the quick work you made fingering your needy cunt while he relished int he display. Stroking his cock languidly before building up a pace that matched your own; Wanting to follow your arousal with you. 

Just because you both weren’t touching doesn’t mean he couldn’t work with you.

It doesn’t take much; Not that it surprises you. You’d been pent up from the previous grinding into one another; hot and bothered by kisses that gave you a hint of what more could be like. 

While your one hand is busy playing with your nub, your free hand smooths up to ruck up your shirt. Bucky’s dilated eyes light up even more when your hand moves under your top; Rolling a nipple between your fingers and drawing even more whorish noise from your swollen lips.

Bucky downright growls, hips arching subtly off the couch as he fucks up into his fist.

“Fuck, you like to play with your nipples, baby? Aww, bet you’re so sensitive… Mm, fuck, yea… M’gonna love gettin’ my hands on you when we’re ready. Gonna learn every nook n’ cranny of you; Wanna worship that pretty body of yours.”

He keeps talking like that; each word straight to your aching core and leaving you soaked. Bucky picks up on it in the way you get louder — noisier.

“You like that? Of course you do — who knew you were so fuckin’ filthy, sugar? Aw, m’gonna come, baby,” Bucky’s voice even until it begins to find a sense of urgency towards the end. A sharp breath from him, both of your hands moving while you watch one another. Pleasuring yourselves and being your most intimate selves; On display for one another.

Your jaw is slack, gasping and moaning out pitiful squeaks while you touch yourself. Bucky’s hand moves smoothly over his arousal, the sound of skin on skin as he jerks himself off.

“Oh, oh fuck, please, I-I’m gonna come, Bucky,” you cry out, and Bucky thumbs at the tip of his cock; wrist twisting towards the head. 

“Come for me, baby. C-Cream all over your pretty fingers — come for me, come for me,” Bucky’s words drive you over the edge.

Your walls flutter emptily; begging to be filled as you come undone under your fingers. It’s cloud nine, riding out your high on your familiar fingers. Thighs trembling and soaked with your wetness, hips canting up into nothing as you finish on your fingers. Gasping and squealing out until you’re reduced to pathetic whimpers.

Bucky watches you all the while. Fucking his fist and growling out through his bared teeth when you come. Reaching his own orgasm and painting his fist in thick stripes of creamy white that you want to lick clean. He pants, face flushed as his cock spills his heavy load. Staining the denim of his jeans and leaving a mess (though he’s careful of the couch). 

You both slump into the couch, still facing one another when the high has passed. Panting for air, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. You’re the one to break the quiet with an airy giggle, which Bucky grinds widely in response to.

“Are you alright, honey..?” Bucky asks curiously, his own voice hoarse and quiet. “Perfect. How’s about a shower…? You’ve already seen me from the stomach down, I’ve already seen your dick. That’s practically all we have. Nothing to hide,” you offer with a roughness to your own voice, swallowing thickly. You smile, still lingering in the soft air of the post-orgasmic haze.

“Sounds perfect, baby. I’ll go get the shower runnin’, okay?” Bucky offers, tucking his mess back into his underwear (he won’t be wearing them much longer anyways). Scooting forward, he uses his clean hand to cup the back of your head and press a gentle kiss to your temple. 

You nod with a soft, ‘mhm’. Enjoying the settling moment's peace and serenity despite the cooling wetness coating your thighs. Moving will be awful but it was well worth it.

Bucky certainly leaves an impression. Kicking off the evening with flowers and a ride to the art museum, strolling the halls lovingly with him while partaking in art, only to come back to your apartment and masturbate together. Bucky might be more full of surprises than you thought. You couldn’t be more excited.

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Tea for Two

Barbatos x reader

Prompt: 😘 + tea party

~ Barbatos has a special date planned for the two of you.

Wc: 1K

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist on my welcome page.

Where are you taking me?” you giggle as he leads you through the garden, the pleasant scent of roses and the other surrounding blossoms flowing under your nose. If it weren’t for Barbatos’ gloved hand’s lovingly firm grip on your own, you would have stopped to smell each one and admire the myriad of multicolored petals that rest dewy under the ethereally bright moonlight. But instead, you are captivated by Butler’s emerald gaze as he looks back at you.

“Little Rose, don’t you trust me?” he asks softly. His lips quirk up in his usual easy smile. Years of practice renders his immortal face unreadable to whatever mischievous intentions he has been planning.

You nod, giving his hand a little squeeze. “I do trust you. I just have never been to this part of the castle garden. These rose bushes are enormous. I’ve never seen ones so large and healthy.” 

“As usual, you’re too kind,” he says politely. “As a butler, I am merely doing my duty to make the grounds worthy of the Young Master.” Although his words are practiced and humble, the pride he feels from your genuine compliments slips through his facade. 

He wouldn’t tell you this, but you make his carefully crafted mask crack more than anyone else in the three realms. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Now, Mc, if you’d please, come this way,” he says softly, leading you from the usual laid brick pathway onto a smaller mossy cobblestone pathway.

The stones stand out amongst the rich moss and glisten in the Devildom’s alluring moonlight as if they had been dusted by diamonds. 

If you were confused as to where the Butler had been taking you before, now you are doubly so. You open your mouth to ask again, but he stops prompting you to do the same. 

Before you is a hedge of rose bushes, far larger than any of the others in the garden. You look around, trying to figure out why the path just stops at the wall. 

“Is this a secret entrance?” you ask the Butler softly.

“Indeed it is. I knew you would figure it out,” he smiles proudly, flashing just a bit of his pearly white teeth. “Now, if you would please step back, I shall take us further. 

You do as he says, reluctantly letting you of his hand and taking a large step back, watching as the Butler raises his hands towards the rose wall and mumbles an enchantment in a language you cannot even begin to understand. 

The wall of roses begins to gently part around the pathway, making it wide enough for the two of you to step through. The rose’s delicate petals remain unharmed. 

“Will you take my arm?” Barbatos asks softly, extending his arms towards you. 

“I’d be delighted.” You nod, walking alongside him through the enchanted hedge. The pathway only seems to shine brighter as you make it to the other side.

As soon as you make it safely through the barrier, the walls behind you regrow to the position they were in before. Hiding the two of you from the rest of the world.

The other side of the wall is even more breathtaking than the previous side. A rich fountain of sapphire blue water flows in the center of the clearing providing sustenance for the enormously wonderland-esque blossoms. But what most catches your eye is the quaint table and chairs set up in front of the fountain. Containing a complete tea set and a tiered platter of mouth-watering treats. 

“What is all this?” you ask, running your hand along the smooth glass surface of the table. 

He gives you a knowing smile and pulls a chair out for you to sit in. “I believe I owe you afternoon tea.”

“Barbatos,” you murmur, remembering how he had canceled your last tea time due to urgent business with Diavolo, you understood that his loyalty to the crown comes first, but you had never expected him to repay you in such a lavish manner. “You did not need to do all this; you work so hard as it is.”

His gaze softens as he looks at you, “I wanted to do this, Mc. I promise you are not forcing my hand.” 

His words are comforting, but you still have to ask those three little words that run through your mind more often than not. “Are you sure?” 

He closes the space between you with a little hum, “Absolutely. Would you like me to prove it to you?” 

Your head nods too quickly to be subtle, and he takes the gesture as an invitation to show you exactly what he means. His lips find your own in the same manner as Barbatos does everything in his life. Perfectly. 

The pressure, the care, the warmth.

All of it makes your heart flutter and your head spin. 

Although the two of you are sharing a secret tea party in hell, you feel that with his lips on yours, you are closer to heaven than you have ever been in your life.

He pulls away softly, eyes crinkling at the way your lips still reach out to his.” There, did that prove it to you?”

You can t help the breathless smile that tugs at your lips, “Yes.”

“Good,” he cups your cheek. “You mean the world to me, don’t ever think you are not worthy of a bit of extra effort.”

“When you put it that way, I cannot possibly disagree with you.” you laugh, placing a smaller kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for all of this; it all looks delicious.”

Despite the kiss from earlier, the soft, tender one on the Demon’s cheek is the one that makes his cheeks turn pink. “I’d do it again a thousand times over,” he murmurs, trailing his hand tenderly along the side of your face. “Now let’s take a seat; we wouldn’t want our tea to get cold; it’s a special blend I made myself.”

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Happy Wednesday, have some

Ikepri Period Prompts

(those are rose petals in the photo, not uh... yeah)

13 prompts, one prompt for each guy

Feel free to mix & match and use as you wish. Just link back to this post. Tagging optional

WARNING: period blood, period grossness, sexual content

(mdni)

🦅. After Jin discovers your exalted sex drive during your period, he puts on a week-long male stripper routine for you. Each day has a different themed costume, and different stipulations for his strip-ulations

🐯. While you're brushing your teeth one morning, Chevalier lifts the toilet lid to discover your tampon clogging it

🐆. Your period arrives in the middle of the night, but Clavis has just managed to fall asleep after a week of nonstop work and you don't want to disturb him by getting up

🦁. Leon has to read a book on menstruation to explain to his menstruating child the horror that is about the befall them once a month for the next forty years

🐱. You're cramping really badly one day while Yves is out of town, so he face-times you (because he knows your period schedule better than you do) and walks you through the recipe for a family remedy

🐺. Licht learns about your heightened sex drive, and while he doesn't mind trying period sex, you're a little less sure, so you settle for some very, very extreme making-out that escalates all over your residence

🦊. Nokto is doing laundry when he discovers first-hand how hard it is to get old period stains out

🐻. You need sweatpants, but you don't have sweatpants, but Luke has sweatpants, but Luke's sweatpants are way too big, but Luke really wants to see you wearing his sweatpants, so Luke takes out his sewing kit

🐍. Sariel accidentally discovers your period calendar on your phone, so he sends you on a "work-related-trip" that's actually a holiday retreat in disguise. He also leaves thoughtful and useful lifehacks in the notes for each day, promising you a very rich reward at the end if you "follow his instructions"

🐶. Rio makes cute little care-packages to surprise you with for each day of your period. At one point he dresses up as the mascot for the tampon brand you use

🐶💎. Silvio notices you're leaking during a party and has to find some discreet way to help you without making you feel awkward by letting on that he knows

🙂🦌. You're in the bathroom and you shout for shy-Keith to fetch a fresh pack of pads from the bulk storage, but he keeps running into distractions on the way

😈🦌. You fall asleep one afternoon while sitting on alter-Keith's lap. He's the first to wake up and that's when he realizes that you've made a bit of a mess on him

🐯🖤. Gilbert keeps tricking you back into bed for rest, whether it's through his usual ultimatums or adorable blackmail. When you insist that you can't get any work done this way, he calls your boss, temporarily applies for your job, and completes all your work for you. You may or may not be happy about that though

#ikepri prompts #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri jin #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri leon #ikepri yves #ikepri licht #ikepri nokto #ikepri luke #ikepri sariel #ikepri rio #ikepri silvio #ikepri keith #ikepri gilbert

[starsfic]

lmk prompt: Xiaotian finds a mystery package and opens it, not knowing it's a celestial object so he puts it on his desk (bonus if Monkey King comes into the apartment some way other than using the door like a normal being while Pigsy enters through the door)

“Please stop struggling. You’re only dragging this out, brother.”

“No- let go of me! Stop!”

“This is for your own good. We can’t have you running off to warn the Celestial Realm.”

“No get off- stop- AZURE PLEASE-”

-_-

“Hey, kid?”

“Come in!”

The door opened and Xiaotian turned in his chair. His comic sat, waiting for him to pick the pen back up again and finish sketching Sun Wukong beating up Kui Mulang. However, Pigsy and his little nervous smile was more important. “So, uh, it’s been a while, right? Since I adopted you?”

Xiaotian nodded. “Yeah? Sixteen years?” He glanced at the calender. “It’s not my birthday, is it?” He and Pigsy weren’t sure when he had been born, nor exactly how old he was. Five was what Pigsy had guessed of the little mud-stained child he had found on his doorstep. He also didn’t want to make his birthday his adoption day…

He gasped when his eyes landed on the date.

It wasn’t his birthday but-

“Seventeen years, actually.” Pigsy pulled out a little box. “Happy Gotcha Day, kid.”

“Dadsy!” Xiaotian was tempted to rip the box open, but more importantly was the hug he gave the pig demon. “You didn’t have to get me something!” Instead of presents on Gotcha Day, Pigsy preferred to make a new recipe inspired by him. It was a touching tribute.

“Well, I saw it when I was visiting the antique store with Tang and…” Pigsy sighed, pushing it forward. “Open it kid, before Xiaojiao gets here and starts taking a billion pictures.” Oh, Pigsy and his thing about mushiness. Xiaotian didn’t protest. He only paused to chuckle at the noodle-patterned wrapping paper before pushing open the lid.

He came to a stop.

“Oh, wow!” Xiaotian reached inside and pulled out an yellow statuette. It was of a monkey, dressed in a beautiful hanfu, smiling at Xiaotian as he examined it. It looked so realistic! He could almost see every individual hair and every petal of the flowers at the monkey’s feet. “This is so cool! What is this, clay?”

“According to the guy, it’s topaz?” Pigsy rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s all I could get out of him. He seemed creeped out by it.” For a moment, Xiaotian wondered why. His gut twisted as he met the statue’s keys and swore, for a moment, that they glowed.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing!” A loud CRASH and a “WHAT’S UP PARTY PEOPLE!” made both of them wince. Xiaotian chuckled at Long Xiaojiao’s yell and set the statue on his desk. “Let’s get down there before Xiaojiao gets impatient.”

Pigsy sighed, nodding. “Yeah.” He wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Come on…” Xiaotian smiled as he was guided out, shutting the door behind him.

(He didn’t notice the statue shiver, nor as a small crack spread from the statue’s eye.)

#Statue Seal AU #my writing #au #LMK #LMK AU #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid AU #LEGO Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid AU #Pigsy #Qi Xiaotian #Sun Wukong #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Stephen Strange x Female Reader, #26 please, for the writing prompt 🤗

Stephen Strange x Female Reader

soft Stephen in love; wee bit of angst to begin with, love & fluff after, 850 words

#26 – “I was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in.”

Stephen bit his tongue against a defensive retort at your icy, irritated tone. He knew it couldn’t be helped; it didn’t take his MD or PhD to understand that your short-temperedness was not only to be expected but was--in a very significant way--his fault. He leaned against the sink, running the ties of his short robe through tentative fingers, pondering the words that might assuage you best. “I could scrub your back, honey. You know you always say I’ve got the magic fingers you adore…”

You snorted from behind the shower curtain. “Yeah, you do. Magic fingers. Magic hands. And they’re a big part of the reason I’m the size of one of the dancing hippos from Fantasia right now!”

He remained silent a moment, watching your now cumbersome shape against the fabric as you bent forward enough to turn on the water. “Mmmm…well that’s nice,” you sighed as the water hit your skin. Beneath your exasperation, you sounded so weary that he ached to just hold you in his arms and infuse some of his own vigorous lifeforce into your veins.

Stephen knew you hadn’t been sleeping well for at least a week, as each night you struggled to find a comfortable position in which to rest for more than twenty minutes at a time. He knew too well there were times you left his side to pace the floor a while, before turning on the television in the living room portion of his quarters, hoping to distract yourself enough from your discomfort to eventually fall asleep on the sofa. He’d found you several mornings that way, wishing there was some magic that would allow him to give you the relief for a time, of bearing your burden upon himself for at least a day or two. He’d said as much to Wong, who told him the thought was noble but entirely impractical, and that such magic was more hazardous than helpful for all parties involved.

You sighed again, and Stephen sighed with you. Days like today, he felt so useless; he could travel to different dimensions and wage mystical battle against the darkest foes of humanity, but in the face of what you needed most, he was a mere man, as powerless as any man on Earth to give his woman what she needed most.

But your sigh drew him nearer. He couldn’t help it. Most of his life had been spent on the outside looking in, unable to make the crucial choice to trust in another soul and the love that had taken root between them. To accept that he didn’t have to lead a solitary existence; that he was worthy of the love offered him, and that he need not face the future alone. You had worked that miracle, subtly to begin with, patient in the face of his skittishness, showing him in myriad ways the truth of your gentle heart—until one day he’d had to blurt out his own declaration of love as you’d browsed the flower stalls of a Sunday Farmer’s Market, your arms laden with the blooms you planned to use to brighten the rooms of the Sanctum Masters‘s suite. You hadn’t been surprised at all, having learned him well enough that you’d expected those three little words to inevitably burst out. Once you’d paid the vendor for your purchase, Stephen had pulled you along to a less public location and portaled the two of you right to his bedroom, eager to show you the depth of his feelings. He smiled now, remembering the shower of flower petals he’d conjured to fall upon the mattress, and the hours of lovemaking that had followed. Since that day, he had made it his practice to tell you he loved you at least once a day. And now all that he wanted in the whole world was to show you the same by taking care of you in the most natural, elemental of ways.

Stephen brushed his fingertips along the edge of the shower curtain, resigned to depart if that was your true will. “I’ll grab a shower later, if you really want me to, sweetheart. But, um…is there anything you need before I go?”

You gave a third sigh, this one deep and drawn out. “I guess…” you started, and the softness of your voice alone told him that you’d had a change of heart, “…I guess there’s still enough room for the both of us in here. And I wouldn’t mind it so much if you maybe…you know…helped me wash my hair.”

“And scrub your back,” he reiterated with a sly little grin.

“Well, yeah,” you laughed, “It is one of the reasons I’ve stuck around here as long as I have.”

“Of course, of course,” he chuckled, letting his robe drop to the floor before pulling back the curtain only enough to step into the tub. You didn’t turn to face him as he came up behind you and slid his arms around your waist to rest his hands upon your swollen belly. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, humming contentedly as you relaxed against him. Stephen kissed your temple, letting his lips linger there. “And I’m counting two more excellent reasons for sticking around for some time to come.” As if recognizing their father’s voice, one of the twins elbowed—or was it kicked?—against Stephen’s hand.

“Oooooo,” you giggled despite the sharpness of baby’s jab, “Just two of countless others, my darling. I promise that you’re stuck with me--and them--for all your years to come.”

Stephen nuzzled his way down your wet skin, landing tender, loving kisses onto the crook or your neck and shoulder, while the two of you swayed gently under the water’s fall. By the time he’d reached for the shampoo, both babies had settled back to sleep in the nurturing cocoon of their mother’s body and the sustaining shelter of his loving embrace.

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[dragonologist-phd]

Having a hard time choosing a pwotr character for the character breakdown asks because I'd love to hear your thoughts on so many of them, but you know who I'd pick if cornered. Woljif please 😁

Aah thank you!! Woljif is an excellent choice!

How I feel about this character

He’s one of my pwotr favs! I’m sure it helped that Piper was my first playthrough- they were born to be best friends, and as soon as he told her they could run off together if the Crusader thing didn’t work out he cemented his permanent place in her party

Even without all that, he’s an archetype I really enjoy: the chaotic mischief-maker with hidden depths, who has a ton of flaws and makes a ton of mistakes but ultimately has his heart in the right place

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Hmm- I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought about this one much! All the OC ships with him are great (I love Sia/Woljif so much!!!), but other than those I haven’t considered many!

That said, I do think Sosiel/Woljif would be cute. There’s a banter where Sosiel says that Woljif has “an intriguing and appealing expression” when he’s lost in thought…and Woljif brushes it off as Sosiel telling him to be quiet, but idk I think there could be something there.

Like, Woljif enjoys challenging a lot of Sosiel’s ideas, but Sosiel genuinely enjoys the discussion and appreciates some of Woljif’s deeper thoughts. And Sosiel likes catching Woljif off guard by meeting Woljif’s cynicism with his own earnest opinions (see that banter where Woljif asks what the most valuable thing in a shelynite temple is and Sosiel just says “rose petal tea <3”). And I think Sosiel would bring out Woljif’s softer side, and Woljif would get protective of Sosiel, and they’d have some interesting parallels in how their respective families impact their character arcs. Y’know this started out as a small thought but the more I talk the more I like it

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I mean, y’all know how much the Piper & Woljif friendship. Rambling about my OC’s probably isn’t what this prompt is intended for but too bad because Piper & Woljif are everything to me. They had this instant understanding of each other, and they only grew closer over time, and they’re joking when they call each other brother and sister but they also mean it with their whole hearts. I need to find that quote about friendship soulmates again because that’s them!!

Ha but for canon- I really like Woljif’s friendship with both Seelah and Daeran. Despite their differences he and Seelah have such a good time together, talking about cons and tavern songs, they’re a fun pair! And it’s fun to imagine Woljif and Daeran after the game, traveling around and causing trouble on their own time.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Ok, I did just say I like his and Daeran’s friendship- but I really hate that one banter where Daeran jokes about throwing coins on the ground and making Woljif bark like a dog??

I mean, it’s in character for Daeran; that’s the kind of shit he likes to say. But it’s weird to me that Woljif has so little of a reaction to that, especially when we see him get worked up over being looked down on in other circumstances.

And I’ll admit, part of the reason is bothers me so much is how many people I saw react to it like it was a ‘haha hilarious’ moment and not a ‘Daeran wtf’ moment

Anyway. A less salty one is that I really like how his bad ending is written! This one is just unpopular because not many do it- understandable, it does hurt my heart a lot. But the characterization is so good, they manage to give him a personality that is really different from his good ending while still being very Woljif, and that’s impressive!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Honestly there’s not much. The nice thing about pwotr is that it’s long enough to fit a ton of character stuff, and there’s really not much I can think to add. It is a shame they didn’t get to making him a canonical romance option, so I’ll go with that- I’d be so interested to see what they had planned for that!

character meme

#thanks for the ask!! #pwotr #Woljif #me: I haven’t though about this much *rambles for 3 paragraphs*

[dazzle-art]

Ashe/M!Shez wip for day 1 of fe rarepair week because life got in the way before I could finish so take this and go 💙💜

700 words

Prompt: Snow

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Oh, snow.

Cold, glorious snow.

Painting the whole of Faerghus in beautiful white.

Tree tops, fields of flowers, the roofs of buildings.

Faerghus loved to snow all year round, but particularly, this was a truly beautiful late Ethereal moon.

Almost the end of the moon. It would be a new year quite soon the dawn of something brand new.

Ashe would have more to do at the start of the year, especially since he had been shirking his duties as of late.

But how could he help it? Special guests didn’t come around this often!

Even if they’ve been in Gaspard territory for quite a few moons now, lodging within his own manor.

But as as the new (ish) Lord, Ashe had an obligation to help his citizens and those in need.

Especially one that he served in war with.

War time, it is never pleasant. Painting the world in blood instead of sunlight, ripping life from flesh, tearing family from family, taking sons and daughters from fathers and mothers. A horrid time where soldiers are thrown at each other as “necessary sacrifices” for the “greater good”.

The death Ashe had seen just a few short years ago. It would live on with him forever, carved into his heart, etched in his mind, with him, always.

He would carry their names, carry their words, carry their breaths, always, with him, and until the very end.

Ashe was sure he would have lost his mind had it not been for the allies that had helped him along the way, friends he probably would not had met if life had gone differently when he was young.

But where was the use of dwelling on the ifs, the hows, the whats?

What was important was the here, and the now.

And the now?

Garreg Mach Founding Day.

Ashe hadn’t planned to do much. After all, he had only spent a few short weeks there years ago. But a certain violet haired man sleeping in one of the many rooms had urged that they should do something together.

Maybe a feast? Maybe a party?

Who knew?

Only Shez would.

And he was sure to keep Ashe waiting, sitting on the soft couch in his room, gazing out into the midmorning through the window, adoring the falling snow.

He remembered when snow fell like this, soft and careful. When a free moment was scarce, and had to be treasured. When worrying about what to do with your free time ate into it, devoured it whole. When war ran the people of the world ragged.

A large hilltop of snow, a single tree at the top of it. Running, leaving fresh prints behind in untouched white. Laughter from not just one, but two people.

“Come on!” Shez had called, gripping hard onto Ashe’s hand, his warmth seeping through Ashe’s gloves like sea water. “It’s just up here!”

“What is it you wanted to show me?” Ashe had gasped, trailing just behind his closest friend and ally. The man had come barreling into his tent just a few minutes beforehand, urging him outside at the beck of something beautiful to see. “Is it far?”

“It’s not much further now!” Shez had assured him, holding his free hand up to cover his eyes from the then-falling snow. “Look! That’s the hill!”

It was only one moment later when the pair came to a halt, causing Ashe to almost bowl over and fall into the snow. When he had situated himself he followed Shez’s gaze off into the forest.

“Whoa…”

Oh, the sight of it.

A clearing that they had once picnicked in, blanketed in perfectly untouched snow, undisturbed from people or wildlife, lacing the trees, freezing the river, laying of grass-blades, frosting the petals of flowers.

A sight that made Shez smile so brightly, bright enough to rival the reflections of pure white into is eyes.

“Let’s go make snow angels!” Shez laughed, taking a step forward, and bringing the silver-gray haired man with him. The snow was cold, frigid, freezing, but the warmth inside of him at the sight of his closest friend being so excited kept him warm.

How long ago was that now?

Too long.

#no beta we die like glenn fraldarius #razz writes #fe rarepair week #ship tag #ashe ubert #ashe duran #shez #m!shez #ashez #wipperoni

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

Congrats to @tiptapricot for reaching 1k followers!!!!!!!

This is a little entry for their create this in your style challenge, using some of their OCs!!! I fucking love this little dudes, so I was happy to take the chance to write a little something for em. I hope you like it, mikey, plz tell me what I got right or wrong lol. I hope this all isn't terribly out of character

Prompt: Small things make up love languages. Intent with care, wanting with direction, and sometimes even just a reminder that one party values the other. It’s not a science, really. Everyone is different.

Story under the cut-

The flowers brush up against Romero’s knees, whisper-thin petals tickling down his palm. They reach back to his outstretched hand with rough leaves that try and fail to snare onto the fabric of his gloves as he gently pushes them aside. Instead, Romero grabs the weeds, the weeds that have thrown themselves into the edges of his garden, that grab with sharp teeth coating their stalks onto the fabric of his gloves, and he pulls them from the ground. Their roots rain down soil, arcing through the air as Romero tosses them aside.

The glow of his pumpkin head diffuses gently on the rows of flowers, leaking out into the cold darkness of the night. It lights the way for Romero as he works, yanking more weeds from the ground, brushing back the soil where he disturbs it. Bugs, startled by the uprooting of the plants, skitter across his gloves, searching for a new refuge, and he leaves them to go about their business.

The door creaks open behind him, and Romero sits up, stretching out his tense shoulders and leaning his head back, tilting it up towards the stars. Powder blue clouds drift across the sky, lazy as everything else is in the night, covering the stars so they wink in and out of existence.

Antez melts onto him, sprawling hymnself over Romero’s lap, head falling languidly over his shoulder. It tips back, following his gaze to the stars.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“___ _____ _ __,” Romero says, in words that aren’t words, that only Antez can really understand.

Antez laughs, he laughs the sound of windchimes falling but never hitting the ground, the sound of glass un-shattering, the sound of flowers brushing up against palms, of a thousand other things Romero couldn’t name. “Well, I do appreciate it,” he murmurs, wrapping the stalk of a flower around hiss finger and pulling it from the ground. Romero watches as he gathers more, and begins braiding them, twining their stalks together with one hand.

“__ __ __ ____ __ ______.”

“Well…” Antez sighs, and he feels a little heavier, all of the sudden. “I had hoped to be but I… well I suppose I got carried away this time.” There is light leaking out from hiss face, a blue glow winding cracks all around hiss head. “I think I waited a bit too long.”

Romero knew that, of course. He knew from the tension held in Antez’s shoulders, from the tired eyes, from the dizzying spin of hiss light and halos when it was just the two of them. He knew, but he doesn’t say as much.

“_ __ _____ ___?” Romero asks, tilting his head to one side.

“Oh,” Antez says in almost a sigh. The cracks of light on hiss face widen, and he lets hymnself fall apart a little, facial features drifting away from each other. They hover only vaguely tethered, like they’re held together by bits of invisible string. “Very.”

“___.” Romero runs a hand down his husband’s hair, watching as Antez drifts apart from hymnself a little more, the puzzle pieces of hiss face just beginning to shift and turn. “__ ___ _ ___.”

Antez hums hiss agreement, and the sound trails up Romero's back like chills. “Come here,” Antez murmurs, and Romero tilts his head towards hymn questioningly. Antez gathers hiss flowers, stems braided together to make tiny clusters, and slots the miniature bouquets into Romero’s eye holes. He hums to hymnself as he works, rearranging the flowers, shifting Romero’s worldview with the careful movement of hiss long, slender fingers.

Romero sits still for hymn, content to watch the petals dancing in his vision, catching glimpses of Antez as hiss facial features continue to drift apart from each other, those tenuous strings being cut as they pull away to show the gleaming light inside. Its brilliant blue falls over Romero’s own gentle orange, shining over both of their hands, illuminating the eyes and halos and mouths that orbit in slow, winding trails around Antez’s head.

Antez lets hiss hands fall, one coming to rest on Romero’s thigh. Hiss mouths, spinning around hiss face, are all smiling warmly. “You look lovely.”

Romero nods his thanks, careful not to let the flowers fall. He reaches up, brushing his fingers against their petals. They sweep against the inside of his head.

Romero grabs a flower from the dirt, breaking it just before the roots. With one thumb, he pops its head off, lets the stem fall back to the ground. He offers it to Antez, who seems to understand, who always understands.

When the flower is tipped into the whirling space of Antez’s mind, there is a moment of careful suspension. The eyes and mouths and ears churning slowly through the air tilt towards it slightly, observing as it drifts closer to the light in the center, sinking down until its broken tip touches something, some physical presence in all that blue.

And it explodes.

Petals fly outwards, more than Romero thinks there should be, speckled with seeds that have begun to glow like the starry freckles that dot Antez’s face. The petals get caught up in the halos, the eyes, winding their own orbits through the madness. They are sprays of color, arcs of nature.

“_______.”

“Yes,” Antez agrees softly. Some of hiss eyes flutter close, and hiss head tilts back as he leans against Romero. Melts. Together, they look down at the flowers, up at the stars. “Beautiful.”

#1000 tip fruits #i felt weird putting this in an ask it's kinda long haha #i mean still very short #but also kinda long #i wish tumblr didnt break up the dashes like that #they look better in my docs #fun fact i did write out all that dialogue #i also decided on the dashes very early #i think they go well with the idea that romero has this silence that sticks to him #by representing it in this real way that takes up space #also it just adds to the vibes #but yeah this was SUPER fun to write

[ibrithir-was-here]

( i cant belive there are only three of these left after this one...I've had this one in my head for a while now as a coda to the series, and even though its not the last one technically the word prompt was too perfect not to use for this. So here's the chronological ending of Endless Heirs AU, even though there will be three more drabbles after to fill out the month. Thank you so much to everyone who has commented and liked and enjoyed the series!)

Utopia

Dream of the Endless walks in the garden of his palace in the Dreaming, his white hair and white robes reflecting the bright sunshine that warms the air around him, the air rich with the scent of roses, gardenias, lilies and a thousand other blooms; the perfect dream of a perfect summer's day.

Dream runs his hand over the flowers as he walks, enjoying the moment, letting his mind wander and relax, his bare feet brushing through grass as green as his emerald and as soft as the clouds above.

He stops as he rounds a corner, seeing that this area of the garden has a visitor, though it's not a dreamer.

They're sitting on a bench with Their back towards him, bent over reading a book, but he'd know Them anywhere, even without Their dark curls flashing golden in the light, and the golden wings cascading down Their bare back.

He calls to them, hand raised in greeting and a smile igniting the stars in his eyes.

They turn towards him at his call and a smile as bright as the sunshine breaks out upon Their face in return, and Dream feels his heart beat happily in Their chest as Their's beats in his.

"Hello my Sweet Dream" Desire says coming up to him, and there is only kindness and affection in Their tone, not a hint of irony in the endearment.

"Hello yourself" He says, offering his sibling his arm to walk alongside him.

"Dad and Hob invited me over for dinner this weekend, are you free to come? I think Hob's starship is supposed to be passing Saturn at this point on their way back home, so we'll have a spectacular view."

"That sounds lovely, I'd love to come" They say, taking the proffered arm.

"Speaking of family dinners by the way--" Desire begins, and Dream makes a mock groan.

"Oh don't tell me it's my turn to host?"

"No, it's mine." Desire says with a laugh and a reassuring pat to his arm. "But I could use your help getting things set up. You know how Destiny always fusses over everything being 'just so' now that we don't just do them at his place. You remember what happened when The Prodigal hosted back in 2245?"

"Oh that was a good time." Dream says with a wry grin, remembering the raucous party that had ensued, they'd broken the table from the dancing.

"Is Despair bringing all her rats?" Dream asks as they cross over a footbridge, the water bubbling up a song after them.

🎶'--like roses and clover, then tell him that his lonely nights are over…'🎶

"Last time we spoke yes, so if you could start people dreaming of lots of cheese and very small tables I'd be eternally grateful. It'll be so much easier to get them from here."

"Ah the truth comes out! You only like me for the Dreaming's easy access to food and home decor, I'm just a convenient IKEA to you"

Desire snorts and aims a playful kick at his legs and Dream laughs aloud.

"I'll see what I can do. Aunt Delight's still set to do the invitations?"

"Always, though I hope the next ones are a bit easier to read"

"Aw I kind of liked the shower of rose petals spelling the invitations in mid air"

"You would"

They walk off together further into the garden, arm in arm, smiles bright and hearts full, at peace with themselves and each other.

From high above, stopping to rest on a pinnacle of the Castle of Dreams before she continues her rounds, Death looks down at the pair, and smiles.

#my writing #endless heirs au #dream of the endless #daniel hall #desire of the endless #wish of the endless #death of the endless #dreamling #morpheus #hob gadling #destiny of the endless #destruction of the endless #despair of the endless #delirium of the endless #delight of the endless #the sandman #sandman #sandman fic

[fangirleaconmigo]

You were asking for a prompt? How about Jaskier soft Domming Lambert?

Jaskier being taken to a strip club and being thirsty on sight upon seeing Eskel (and/or) Lambert dancing

Hello dear! Ok. I’ll do:

Jaskier soft dommimg Lambert. Short ficlet (in theory). Very Explicit. (Obviously)

Also, Lambert is in lingerie.

Lambert heard the door creak open behind him. He stopped fidgeting and held still as best he could. Hope and anxiety fought for dominance in his chest.

Jaskier had asked for this. Had asked for him to put on his finest handmade deep blue underthings. In reply, Lambert asked him over and over if he was sure. Jaskier just laughed in that easy, musical way of his. “Oh I am quite sure, Lambert.”

Jaskier had seen him naked. He knew what he looked like. He had known Lambert for months, so he knew how foul mouthed and hot tempered he was.

And Lambert knew that he was hardly some darling thing. He was not willowy or ethereal. He was wiry and calloused.

This was stupid. But he wanted it, and Jaskier said that he wanted it too. So Lambert had said fuck it.

While Jaskier performed, Lambert had stomped upstairs. He had bathed and put on Jaskier’s best pair of delicate underthings. They were silk and lace and they felt like whisper thin petals on his skin.

Then, Lambert had prepared himself, writhing on the bed, riding his own slicked fingers. Then he had gotten down on his hands and knees facing the mirror and waited.

Once or twice he had almost lost his nerve and run out into the the cold. But something had anchored him there, hands and knees pressed into the rug, thighs trembling.

It was hope, he supposed.

And this was the moment. The door had swung open and air from the hall had puffed in, smelling slightly of ale and carrying with it the muffled conversations from far away party guests.

This could be the moment. Jaskier could take one look at him like this and laugh. He could change his mind. He could regret it.

He heard a swift intake of breathe, and creaking of Jaskier’s impractical shoes on the floorboards.

Then Jaskier made a series of noises Lambert had yet to hear him make.

The first sound was a swallowed choke. Then it was like the release of a very very please sigh. It almost sounded like a purr. That was followed by a dark, predatory chuckle. Then the sound of the door clicking shut and the lock turning.

Lambert gathered the courage to crane over his shoulder and look at Jaskier.

The dark predatory chuckled was paired with a dark gleam in his very blue eyes and an eager, predatory grin. And finally, he said something intelligible.

“Fuck me but I am a lucky cunt.”

Well. That was good then.

“Yeah you are.”

Lambert tried to sound devil-may-care but his heart still beat against his chest cavity like a drum.

“Uh uh uh,” tutted Jaskier. His shock had subsided and he sounded like himself again. “Polite requests only, darling.”

They had talked about this. Polite requests only. Since Lambert met Jaskier, he had learned about this side of himself. The side that liked to please.

“S-sorry.”

Jaskier knelt behind him. Lambert watched him carefully in the mirror.

“Quite alright, Lamb. Look at you, being so good for me. Displaying yourself like this for me.”

Jaskier whistled as his eyes raked Lambert’s body with intense enthusiasm.

“Your ass is fucking gorgeous, darling. Look at you. Everything.” His fingers whispered up Lambert’s thighs and stopped to grip his hips.

Lambert exhaled and leaned back, seeking his touch. Jaskier smirked and rewarded him with more touch. He ran his fingers up the furry planes of his stomach. He slipped them under the brassiere and thumbed Lambert’s nipples.

Lambert could feel his cock growing heavy trapped in the underwear, pressed against his stomach.

“Fuck me.”

Jaskier planted slow, soft, tender kisses up his spine. “You won’t get anything if you cannot behave, Lambert,” he murmured into his skin. “Can you behave, my love?”

Lambert gritted his teeth. “Please. Please fuck me.”

Jaskier’s teeth glinted. “Good boy.”

Lambert whimpered.

“Did you do as I asked?”

His hands never stopped touching him. Gripping him. Tucking his fingers underneath his straps and thumbing the lace criss crossing his hips and chest.

“Y-yes.” Lambert was panting now. Arching his back. He could feel cool air where his cock had dripped precum onto the silk.

He could hear Jaskier unlacing his trousers behind him.

“Because you are desperate for my cock, is that it?”

Lambert nodded.

“Say it, darling. Say it with those soft, cock sucking lips.”

“Yes.” He breathed. “I need it. I need your cock.”

Jaskier pulled out his cock, and stroked it.

“This one?”

“Fuck. Yes. Please.

There was the sound of a bottle opening and the delicate scent of almond oil filling the air. Then, Jaskier slipped the thin, delicate string of his thong to one side.

Lambert felt so godsddamn exposed. Why was it so exciting? He rolled his hips. Jaskier squeezed his ass with one hand, parting him.

“Then take it.”

He nudged his hole with the fat tip of his cock. Lambert tried to shove his hips back but Jaskier held him in place.

“You will take it the way I want you to take it, Lamb. Is that clear?”

A thrill shuddered through him and he nodded.

“Good,” rumbled Jaskier. He exhaled and cursed under his breathed as he slid deeper and deeper still. “Good boy. You’re taking me so well.”

Lambert ground his hips and bit his lower lip and he took it all, moaning like a whore.

Then Jaskier curled the fingers of one hand around Lambert’s neck and urged him up. He knelt now, back against Jaskier, and hands resting on his knees.

Jaskier nuzzled his neck.

“I’m going to fuck you while you look at yourself in the mirror.”

Lambert gulped. He felt so fucking full and pliant he couldn’t question it. He looked in the mirror.

“Look how gorgeous you are stuffed with my cock. In my lingerie. Look at you.”

He saw himself the way Jaskier did. And yeah. No wonder he had been sure he wanted this. Lambert reached behind him to clutch at Jaskier’s thighs to steady himself.

It was good he did, because Jaskier began to fuck him in earnest, one hand still resting on this throat. The sound of panting and slapping of their bodies filled the room. When Jaskier fucked him, it was like a demon took over his body.

The funny, mouthy bard turned into a devouring, desperate, man, hell bent on fucking Lambert until his mind emptied of everything except the need. The need to be full. The need to be taken. To be ravaged.

Lambert’s body jiggled shook and his gaze dropped. Jaskier slowed down, and sweaty and panting, he gently moved his chin to face the mirror.

“Look. I said look.”

And for the first time, under Jaskier’s adoring, intense gaze, Lambert understood.

Jaskier came apart behind him, fucking him brutally but tenderly and came with an aborted cry.

“Make yourself cum for me Lamb. In the mirror.”

Then he watched himself come apart. And he slumped into Jaskier’s arms, allowing him to shower him in kisses.

Then, they lay panting in each other’s arms.

“You’re coming to every performance from now on, Lambert. I mean it.” Jaskier nuzzled into his neck. The sound of the party outside was growing quiet, as people paired off or staggered home.

“I’ll come to as many as I can.” He pushed Jaskier’s damp curls from his forehead and kissed him.

“Oh good.” Jaskier whispered into his lips.

“Because you are a lucky cunt,” chucked Lambert.

Jaskier plopped onto his back and smiled at the ceiling.

“That I am, darling. That I am.”

—fin

#the witcher #jaskier #lambert #Jaskier x lambert #bombard #why can’t I write anything short? #this was much longer than I meant to do #and pls #i did not get a beta obv #just quick #so excuse any errors #also #some feelings still slipped in #descarada writes #descarada writes jaskier x lambert

[artificialqueens]

Pride Challenge: Links So Far (UPDATED) 

Hey guys!! Here’s a little post with the fics that people have submitted thus far. You can also check out the collection on AO3! 

I plan to update it as more are submitted. Reminder that you are absolutely welcome to submit one fic that counts for multiple categories! You are also welcome to use a single chapter of an existing fic for it, as long as it covers one or more of the prompts! XOXO

🤍 White - Party

See “Masters of the Scene, Chapter 9” Below

See “For Worse and for Better, Forever and Ever” Below

See “Running on Adrenaline” Below

See “I Wanna Burn in Your Love” Below

See “Love Profusion” Below

🌸 Pink - Lust 

Amp It Up (Biadoryssa) - Melyssa https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/685900904643395584/amp-it-up-biadoryssa-melyssa 

Not Just A Booty Call, Pride Challenge 2022 (Biadore) - Mermaid Tail https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687198609523064832/not-just-a-booty-call-pride-challenge-2022 

Under the Suit (Katlysska Superhero AU) - Melyssa https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687372884394622976/under-the-suit-katlysska-superhero-au 

See “I Wanna Burn in Your Love” Below 

See “Coast to Coast” Below 

See “Taste So Good” Below

See “Love Profusion” Below

See “Love Profusion, 2/2” Below

💎 Light Blue - Beach Day

Beach Day (Crygi, Jasya) - Strawberry https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/686454977153171456/beach-day-crygi-jasya-strawberry 

I'd Love it if We Made it, Beach Scene (Lemyanka) - Mar https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687358925705822208/id-love-it-if-we-made-it-beach-scene-lemyanka 

See “Coast to Coast” Below 

See “Taste So Good” Below

🤎 Brown - Found Family 

It takes a village (Lemon&Gigi, Family Fic) - Mar https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/685911444903133184/it-takes-a-village-lemongigi-family-fic-mar  

See “For Worse and for Better, Forever and Ever” Below

See “Love Profusion, 2/2” Below

🖤 Black - Parade

Daya’s First Pride (Crygi) - Strawberry https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/685916790298132480/dayas-first-pride-crygi-strawberry 

See “Sun Shines Through the Rain” Below

See “Love Profusion” Below

🙋‍♀️ Gold/Purple - Joy

See “First Time She Kissed a Girl” Below

See “Masters of the Scene, Chapter 9” Below

See “For Worse and for Better, Forever and Ever” Below

See “(I'll Do Anything) To Have You Near Me” Below

Happy Pride (Rosenali) - Anonymous https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687352003304849408/happy-pride-rosenali 

See “Love Profusion” Below

See “Love Profusion, 2/2” Below

💛 Yellow - First Kiss

Sweet Like Chocolate (Camine) - PetitMonde https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/686726755041607680/sweet-like-chocolate-camine-petitmonde 

See “First Time She Kissed a Girl” Below

See “For Worse and for Better, Forever and Ever” Below

See “I Wanna Burn in Your Love” Below

See “Love Profusion” Below

Not Another Song About Love (Tatilyssa) - Melyssa https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/688529785432981504/not-another-song-about-love-tatilyssa-melyssa 

🧡 Orange - Hurt/Comfort

See “Shelter in the Storm” Below

See “Coast to Coast” Below

See “It's All Golden” Below

Dinosaur (Dayasco) - Winter https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687832785642258432/dinosaur-dayasco-winter 

See “ Suddenly My Life Doesn’t Seem Such A Waste” Below

Cured Me Like A Petal (Bosco x Daya) - Hannahhttps://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/688536711831109633/summary-daya-plays-nurse-after-bosco-gets  

See “Love Profusion, 2/2” Below

❤️ Red - Protest

It's Just a Little Crush (Jasya) - Goodemethyd https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/688181222672891904/its-just-a-little-crush-jasya-goodemethyd 

See “Love Profusion, 2/2” Below

💚 Green - Make it Rain

See “Shelter in the Storm” Below

See “Masters of the Scene, Chapter 9” Below

See “Running on Adrenaline” Below

See “For Worse and for Better, Forever and Ever” Below

💙 Blue - Domestic Fluff

See “(I'll Do Anything) To Have You Near Me” Below

Counting Stars (Icethia) - Athena2 https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687651601295523840/counting-stars-icethia-athena2 

See “It's All Golden” Below

Moving Out (Dayasco) - Strawberry https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687846757459279872/moving-out-dayasco-strawberry 

See “ Suddenly My Life Doesn’t Seem Such A Waste” Below 

💜 Violet - Soulmate AU

I'm in Love with a Fairytale (Camine) - PetitMonde 

Kiss Me Two, Prologue (Katlysska) - Melyssa https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687630713315590144/kiss-me-two-prologue-katlysska-melyssa 

See “I Wanna Burn in Your Love” Below

Multicolored

💎🌸🧡 Coast to Coast (Jasco, Daya/Willow) - Goodemethyd https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687644675967975424/coast-to-coast-jasco-dayawillow 

🙋‍♀️💛 First Time She Kissed a Girl (Jasya) - Strawberry https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/686721480904638464/first-time-she-kissed-a-girl-jasya 

🙋‍♀️🤍🤎 For Worse and for Better, Forever and Ever (Crygi, Jankie, Family Fic) - Mar https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687191684695670784/for-worse-and-for-better-forever-and-ever-crygi 

🙋‍♀️💙 (I'll Do Anything) To Have You Near Me (Camgeria) - Hannah https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687184775931461632/ill-do-anything-to-have-you-near-me-camgeria 

💙🧡 It's All Golden (Naochob) - Candy Cane https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687804988448243712/its-all-golden-naochob-candy-cane 

💜🌸🤍💛 I Wanna Burn in Your Love (Even if I Disappear) (Scyvie) - Kali https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687637645280608256/i-wanna-burn-in-your-love-even-if-i-disappear 

🙋‍♀️🖤🤍💛🌸 Love Profusion, 1/2 (Adorney) - Veronica https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/688188267245551616/love-profusion-12-adorney-veronica 

❤️🧡🤎🙋‍♀️🌸 Love Profusion, 2/2 (Adorney) - Veronica https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/688550686216126465/love-profusion-22-adorney-veronica 

🙋‍♀️🤍💚 Masters of the Scene, Chapter 9 (Bitney Parent Trap AU) - Veronica https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/686732160787431424/masters-of-the-scene-chapter-9-bitney 

🤍💚 Running on Adrenaline (Jorion) - Anonymous https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687177725107142656/running-on-adrenaline-jorion-anonymous 

💚🧡 Shelter in the Storm (Crygi) - BabyCarrot https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/686716193753694208/shelter-in-the-storm 

💙🧡 Suddenly My Life Doesn’t Seem Such A Waste (Camsco) - Puppy https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687839837608394752/suddenly-my-life-doesnt-seem-such-a-waste 

🖤💛💚 Sun Shines Through the Rain (Camgeria) - Athena2 https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687170805757591552/sun-shines-through-the-rain-camgeria-athena2 💎🌸 Taste So Good (Pillby) - Hannah https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/687818851951460352/taste-so-good-pillby-hannah

CC: @petitmonde

#fic challenge masterpost #fic challenge

[ayzrules-art]

the latter half of a spooky party, for @flashfictionfridayofficial ‘monster mash’ prompt! cw for mentions of blood / fire

FLOWER-FEAST.

Autumn is here in all its splendor, and Alejandro knows that the Withering Throne will be feasting to herald plentiful times ahead. He knows that Kyvana and her retinue will be feasting as well; autumn and winter may be scarce seasons for the Blooming Court, but that has never stopped their queen. Kyvana loves any reason to indulge.

The wind goes silent. The Blooming Queen appears in a burst of black butterflies and emerald-shelled beetles. Her hair is a gold bruise at the heart of the mass—mottled with the hues of overripe peach flesh. 

A man steps out from behind her—

*****

“Alejandro,” he smiles, slow and wide, with his lips peeled back. Flaunting teeth.

Alejandro—can’t move. Can’t think, can’t hear, can’t see beyond the rubies studding smiling canines bloody.

The storm of insects subsides. Kyvana calls his name, but Alejandro doesn’t fully register it. Not with his heartbeat thundering behind his sternum. Not with the scream ignited between his ribs, acid-hot on his tongue. Not with the clasp of the giant copper butterfly at his throat—cool like the press of Adrian’s palm. 

The memory is faint—practically bone-crushing.

He draws in a breath. Air rasps through his lungs, like salt to an open wound. The gleam of the rubies blurs before his eyes, and his limbs are too heavy to move, as if his veins have filled with molasses, drowning his consciousness to suffocation. Memories crowd his vision, and suddenly he doesn’t know if he’s six-hundred or sixteen. 

Shards of laughter, smiling teeth, clawed fingertips skimming like pale phantoms—each unearthed sensation joins the others in ramming his sternum to splinters. A hand in his hair—not real? Now gripping his jaw. Now trailing down his side. 

Heat, the bitter tang of rot, a weight pressing him close. Too close.

No, he thinks. No, please.

He wants to run. He tries to open his mouth. The sharp point of his canine snags against his lip.

He tries again, and now the air tastes like blood.

“Earth to Ali,” Kyvana giggles. The smoke is too thick to breathe through, and there’s nausea writhing up his gut, as heavy as the incense. He catches the swish of a capelet, Genevieve twitching forward—no more than a fraction of an inch—

“ViVi!” 

The name bursts from his mouth like a gunshot. He puts himself one—then two, three, almost five—steps in front of his charge. “Oh, but where are my manners?”

Alejandro moves to kneel, just like he did with Camelia. And just like her half-sister, Kyvana reaches for his shoulders, another giggle spilling from her quartz-dusted lips. “Darling, don’t be so old-fashioned! You know we haven’t done that for centuries.”

It’s the thought that counts, Alejandro had told Genevieve with a wry smile. They’re going to tell me not to bow, but it’s the thought that counts. The same is true of Kyvana’s response; the fact that she stopped him means he’s still in her good graces, which is always somewhat of a relief, given the Blooming Queen’s mercurial temperament.

But that offers no explanation as to why Adrian is with her.

Kyvana’s hands come to rest atop his shoulders. Her nails are long, talon-like, burnished in a sticky resin, with insects glued down over the curving points—bronze-shelled scorpions and white-winged moths, jointed limbs twitching with Kyvana’s every gesture. She uses her index finger to adjust the enormous petals at Alejandro’s temple, and the moth glued to the nail flutters weakly in response.

“You look as lovely as always,” Kyvana gushes, releasing his shoulders after another heartbeat. 

Alejandro wrenches the tremor out of his voice. “You flatter me, Your Radiance.” 

The Blooming Queen is wearing a crown of chrysanthemums and white roses, each flower the size of Alejandro’s palm, festooned with purple-gold sprigs of sage and witch hazel. There are honeysuckle vines gathered over her ears, and elegantly curved twigs branch out from the top of the headpiece, joined by a few slender twists of brambles. 

Alejandro takes a step back, carefully dodging the violet-striped butterfly that meanders its slow way among the chrysanthemums. Its full wingspan is at least twice the length of Alejandro’s head.

Adrian has been quiet, but etiquette and order of rank dictate that Alejandro acknowledge his patron before Genevieve offers Kyvana the greeting she’s due. Alejandro forces his jaw into some semblance of relaxed and angles himself in Adrian’s direction. His muscles seem to come to life to shriek in protest, as if the memory of Adrian has been gouged into his very physiology, every cell and instinct making up his bodily functions clamoring for him to run. When he swallows, it’s like ingesting a mouthful of glass. 

But he can’t avoid this. He can only steel himself against the way his head throbs, his pulse shuddering up to a howl—splitting a scream down his skull.

Stars, why is Adrian here?

“My lord,” Alejandro says in the most neutral voice he can muster, lowering his eyes so that he’s staring at the jeweled pomegranate Adrian wears as a ring. He can’t breathe.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“You’ve found our arrangement to be satisfactory?”

“I—yes, my lord.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”

This far from the central body of the festivities, the fires obscure more than they illuminate. Their bright orange glares twist the shadows into a chasm, blanketing his patron’s profile with the hot sear of smoke. The darkness pounds feverish and ashen, as if it’s closing in around them—impenetrable. 

Alejandro glances up, still not quite meeting Adrian’s eyes. His patron draws his lips into another smile, and if Alejandro didn’t know better—if he didn’t have crushed gemstones adhered to his own teeth and flaking off over his tongue, if he didn’t know Kyvana’s followers wore their allegiance in rubies—he would have mistaken the crimson glittering at the tips of Adrian’s canines for blood.

#Flash Fiction Friday #my writing #edit #alejandro #w&b

[idaofinfinity]

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#5

First Dandelion

Fragments return, a

child’s song in the breeze, like seeds

on a single breath.

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Original photo. Cuvat, France

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6 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#4

Retrospect

Recreate the first

shape, the house that once contained

the world out of reach.

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Musée d’art moderne et contemporain (MAMCO), Genève

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@creativepromptsforwriting : September Prompts

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#3

Survivor

This is what it means

to be beckoned home: a clear

path, an open bloom.

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Original photo, unedited. Baguio City, Philippines

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11 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#2

Returning

We stand where stories

begin, at the cleft of rock

where the sea runs pure.

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For my AU sisters, @becauseicantthink and @outlawadvocate with whom our stories are still being written.

And for @aslagisaslag whose friendship during the most difficult weeks of my life has been a lifeline.

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Original photo. Panglao Island, Bohol

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My #1 post of 2022

Pont des Amours

Midnight, we don’t leave

this bridge, alight for us, for

what we have become.

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Original photo, edited. Pont des Amours, Annecy, France

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[sakurarisen]

"Sorry I'm a few days late! Some things came up and I've been a little busy lately, but you know I wouldn't ever forget your birthday, right?"

Thoma would smile before dropping off three things for Sera's attention to look over: one tri-colored dango in a sakura petal decorative wrap, a small pouch containing exactly 20,000 Mora, and a box that would hold a pink and white hand-knitted scarf with paw prints adorning each end. His own personal presents to her before the party later.

"-Here! And there's more of that where these came from, too. I wanted to be the first to invite you and Zack back to the Kamisato Estate for a party of sorts...if you're both not busy later? There's gonna be cake and Butter Crab and plenty of desserts. Just a little token to the world's best little sister to show how much we appreciate her on her birthday! If you wanna come, that is?"

While she'd fully expected to see Thoma, a large part of her trip to Inazuma focusing on the chance to spend time with her brother once he could get off work for even half a day, she hadn't expected that chance to come with him bearing... Gifts, it seemed, prompting the leopard to turn a surprised glance up to him. Dango, a box, and a pouch, paired with a smile she didn't doubt made the hearts of Inazumans everywhere flutter... She hadn't been allowed to forget her birthday despite celebrations coming a little late this year due to work and busy schedules, yet somehow she still hadn't given any thought to the idea her own brother might show up with presents - A silly thing to do, she decided, when Thoma went out his way to make everyone smile!

"You didn't have to, you know," the smaller of the two reminded, lips curling into a soft smile of her own as she reached for the box. He may not have had to, but he wanted to, she knew he'd reply; it was the same response she often gave herself, and with how similar they were, it would've stunned her more if he hadn't countered with it! Even so, she'd let out a happy and utterly content hum, tail lazily swishing from side to side with the lifting of the box's lid - Swishes that came to an abrupt halt the moment she spotted the scarf within, setting the lid aside to slowly run her fingers over the soft yawn.

There were no stores in Inazuma that would sell such a thing, and the yarn... She knew this yarn as his personal favorite choice for his projects, a hard swallow barely helping to keep her heart in her chest. Her favorite colors, without a doubt handmade and tailored to match her and her favorite animals, warm and soft and even fluffy enough to fight off the cool air in both Mondstadt's winters and late nights... He'd made it special for her, and the warmth and love it carried made her heart swell, another swallow doing little to prevent the sting of warm, happy tears from pricking at her eyes. She'd been on his mind, even despite the busy schedule and life he led...

Gently, Sera lifted the scarf from its box, slightly shaking hands draping it around her neck so that the pawprints could lay against her chest and back on full display. Sure, the box would've kept it safer than wearing it, but she wanted to show it off, another skim of her fingertips running off one print before she finally let out a slow, trembling breath. To know he'd gone to such a length, and for her... That he thought of her like he did, even despite the distance between them... He was her sole blood family, and he'd never let her forget it, a warmth she still wasn't used to even now, yet clung tight to with everything she had in her.

"I'm okay," she blurted a moment later, peeking into the pouch next - Just to find her breath catching in her throat at the discovery of mora, and not a tiny sum. He did quite well for himself, but to treat her like this-

'-back to the estate for a party of sorts-'

'-the world's best little sister-'

The more he spoke, the more she cracked, quick to reach up and rub an eye with the back of her hand. They'd always been close, even as children; she still remembered toddling around behind him like a duckling on the rare chances they'd gotten to see one another, clinging to the hem of his shirt like parting from him would be the end of her. No matter how nightmarish things had been, a chance to visit her 'cousin' had always lit up her world in ways nothing else could, and she'd hated being away from him, so much so Ami and Takeru had come to add him into the stories they'd told her growing up, always the prince or the loyal knight, and always with a small cat by his side.

The three of them had always been the ones she looked up to, and to discover he was actually their brother, not their cousin, had been an incredible gift she still couldn't thank Childe enough for giving her. Even so, there were still some days where their closeness left her feeling like he'd carefully plucked her from her old nightmares and wrapped her up in a bubble of warmth, love, and protection, keeping her close and reminding her she was worthwhile - And Sera still, somehow, wasn't used to it, even if she fully welcomed it.

This was one of those days, prompting the smaller of the two to stand and wrap her arms around her brother's middle, squishing her face into his chest in a hug she knew he'd understand. He always did; just like Zack, he always knew just what her every movement meant in ways she didn't even understand in herself, curling her fingers against the back of his jacket as her ears drooped. "We'll be there. I... T-Thoma, you didn't..." Have to, but he'd wanted to. Because he loved her, and had all the faith in the world in her, and wanted her to feel like exactly what she was:

Loved.

"I love you too, big brother-"

More than she could ever say, in any lifetime.

#Yoroiis #Questioning A Flower [Asks] #IC; Sera #A Kitty's Birthday 2k24 #THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW SERA WOULD HAVE: A SMALL BREAK #I knew she'd cry but wlekrlkwej #Thoma out here reminding her he's really the most amazing brother in the world and she loves him so SO much- #There's so many feelings here she can't sort through them all but there's one thing that really gets to her #And that's that she has a brother who truly loves and cares about her and Thoma is just something seriously special- #Help me I love these sibs so much TWT <3

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The latest episode of Married to Medicine brought back a familiar face as Quad Webb made her grand return. Phaedra Parks wasted no time in updating Quad on the latest gossip surrounding her ex-husband, Dr. Gregory Lunceford, and his new fiancee, Lateasha Lunceford aka Sweet Tea. It seemed like Sweet Tea was ready to give Dr. G everything he needed, including babies! While Quad played it cool at first, there was a surprise twist awaiting everyone.

Toya Bush-Harris had two major successes in this episode. The first was having an open and honest conversation about sex with her teenage sons - on important milestone for any parent. The second success came with the launch of her wine club, which ended on a high note despite some underlying tensions.

As we approach Sweet Tea's big day, let's dive into all the details from Married to Medicine Season 10, Episode 3.

To celebrate Dr. G's upcoming wedding, Toya decided to throw him a bachelor party while simultaneously organizing a pamper party for Sweet Tea. However, Sweet Tea seemed confused about what exactly a pamper party entailed but followed instructions to dress in lingerie nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Dr. Simone Whitmore and Dr. Jacqueline Walters enjoyed smoothies together while discussing Sweet Tea's situation. Simone mentioned that Sweet Tea felt overwhelmed with wedding planning and even wanted an assistant for grocery shopping - prompting them both to reminisce about their own experience when they were younger.

Simone expressed the need for Sweet Tea to step up into "grown woman status" sooner rather than later since she had responsibilities like running a private practice and taking care of her family at that age.

Dr. Heavenly Kimes met up with Sweet Tea for dinner where they kicked things off with shots - lots of shots! As the drinks flowed, Sweet Tea spilled all the tea about her relationship with Dr. G. She revealed that he complained about paying for everything and exhibited controlling behavior, even going so far as to make up a story about being robbed just to remind her to turn on the alarm. Heavenly recognized these patterns from Dr. G's past relationship with Quad and didn't want Sweet Tea to go through the same struggles.

During a family dinner, Simone, Cecil, and their sons Michael and Miles discussed college and future plans. While Cecil encouraged them to take their time in making decisions. Simone was eager for them to graduate and move out of the house as soon as possible - leading to a disagreement between the couple regarding their parenting approach.

On another note, Heavenly's daughter Alaura expressed her desire to attend college out of state but faced resistance from her parents who warned her about potential dangers in Florida - including windstorms and banking crises! They hoped their warnings would convince Alaura to stay closer to home for college.

Dr. Eugene Harris took his sons shopping in an attempt to bond with them. However, his attempt at relating by using a Steve Buscemi reference fell flat when they asked him never to talk like that again. The boys also had some follow-up questions from their previous sex talk but quickly realized it was better suited for mom's explanation.

Meanwhile, Toya prepared for Sweet Tea's pamper party alongside Phaedra. They dressed up in fancy lingerie while spreading rose petals on the ground before several shirtless men in red boxers arrived - ready for some pampering activities rather than anything sexual. Simone, Jackie, and Dr. Alicia Egolum joined the party where they were treated with foot massages and back rubs by the attentive men present.

As Toya's event came alive with relaxation vibes, it was time for Dr. G's bachelor party! After raising a toast "to the next chapter", the boys hopped onto a party bus and were greeted by strippers. The twerking and excitement reached new heights, with Dr. G joking about his pants potentially coming down - much to the amusement of everyone present.

However, across town at Sweet Tea's pamper party, things took a turn for the worse when she received news about an unexpected change in the wedding venue that would cost an additional fourteen thousand dollars. Overwhelmed by this revelation, Sweet Tea lashed out at her sister Kaneasha, resulting in a heated argument that required intervention from others attending the party. Dr. Jackie could be seen repeatedly telling Kaneasha, "that's your sister."

Heavenly then shared with the group that Sweet Tea had mentioned Dr. G's controlling behavior and expressed doubts about their readiness for marriage just two days before their wedding. Simone felt Heavenly was being shady by bringing up these concerns so close to the big day.

But amidst all this drama, another bombshell dropped as Quad unexpectedly arrived at the party! Toya was not pleased with her presence and questioned how she got invited in the first place. Phaedra admitted to inviting Quad due to everyone's curiosity about her whereabouts.

Quad and Sweet Tea engaged in friendly conversation as if they were old friends - further fueling Toya's frustrarion. Toya made it clear that Quad wasn't welcome there or at the upcoming wedding either.

While tensions escalated between Toya and Quad, Heavenly recognized it was a lost cause trying to mediate between them giben their history of accusations against each other. As tensions rose further, Toya asked Phaedra to escort Quad out of the party - leading to an intense exchange of words between them.

In her confessional interview, Quad declared Toya as her enemy but chose not to escalate matters further during this eventful evening before bidding farewell with a simple "bye now". However, it seems like we haven't seen the last of Quad just yet!

Catch an all new Episode of Married to Medicine Sundays at 9/8c on Bravo!

#married to medicine #Phaedra parks #quad webb #dr jackie #dr simone #dr heavenly #alaura #dr g #Gregory Lunceford #lateasha lunceford #sweet tea #bravo