#mini prompt

[hihomeghere]

megan, darling sunshine, i have the softest of soft requests for you with our favorite cowboy. 🥺

can i request #6, #34, #36, #41, #83 with arthur? i desperately need protective, soon-to-be dad!arthur in my life. it's what we all deserve, honestly. 🤍

thank you so much! i can't wait to see what absolute magic you make with these prompts.

Deserving | Arthur Morgan / Reader

First off let me give you the fattest smooch <3

Word Count : 1.9k Prompts : 6. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear. 34. I think you're showing. 36. You're glowing. 41. The baby loves hearing you sing/speak. 83. Was that a kick? Warnings/tags : Cursing, talk of abandonment, Reader is 5 months pregnant, Arthur deserves a second chance at being a father, Self degrading talk on Arthur's part, Switch POV.

Arthur was aware it was a tad foolish the way he was feeling. Although seeing you growing his child has awakened something that had been lying dormant in him. Something that he hardly understood himself. A primal feeling, knowing that he was the one who made you like this. That it was his seed that had made you grow swollen and round and so damn gorgeous. 

He was also painfully aware of the gold ring in his pocket, his nerves eating him from the inside out. He had never been so nervous in his entire life, more nervous than when he went on his first job. Unlike a job he had never felt more unprepared. He had always wanted children, and he had dreamed of having children with you. But Jesus, he was terrified he would turn out like his old man. He didn’t- no - he couldn’t mess up this time. Not with you. Yes, he loved you. God he loved you more than anything. Arthur did not necessarily believe in soulmates. Perhaps when he was younger he could have believed that his soul could be tied to another person, but he wasn’t that foolish anymore. Love was something you worked for, it wasn't predestined by whatever god was above. He knew you could easily find another man to love you, even with the babe. He also knew you deserved someone better than him. You deserved the world, deserved someone who would build you a home, someone who hadn’t been too damn chicken to ask you to marry him before knocking you up. But he also knew that no man could love you like he loved you.

“You’re staring Arthur.” You chuckled, raising a brow as you turned to face him. Your hand resting on your hip as you leaned on the boar skinned table.

“You’re glowing.” He said softly, not denying the fact that he had indeed been staring at you. How could he not? You were really glowing, he hadn’t known that that silly saying about pregnant women was the truth. You were like some angel, the glow coming from within, lighting up the small tent. If he squinted he swore he could see a halo around your head. Especially when your bump had finally shown itself. 

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you went back to whatever task you were working on. He walked up behind you, his deft fingers working on removing his gun belt. Laying belt down on the table before pulling you against his chest.

His hands lovingly squeezed your hips, before moving to your stomach. He sighed contently, laying his head in the crook of your neck. Breathing in your sweet smell, his calloused hands running over the soft fabric of your skirt. His heart nearly stopped as he felt the swell of your abdomen. Nearly brought to his knees by such a small thing. Well it wasn’t exactly small anymore, you had finally ‘popped’. 

“‘Think you’re showing, sunshine.” He whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he swayed with you in his arms. You giggled, shying away from his lips as they brushed against your neck.

“I would say so, can’t fit in my damn pants anymore.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued to patch a hole in one of his shirts. 

In all honesty, you hadn’t been able to fit in your pants for a long time. It had been almost four months since the fateful day you told Arthur you were pregnant.

-

You had all the telltale signs, breast tenderness, food aversions, etc. Along with Abigail’s damn knowing glances, and then your monthly cycle had been absent, confirming your suspicions. You had nearly gone mad, a million thoughts running through your head. How were you supposed to care for a child with the lifestyle you had? You had briefly discussed children with Arthur, but it was always in the future. When you weren’t being chased by the law or Pinkertons or whoever. You didn’t want your child to be raised how either of you were raised. Always on the run, never having a true safe place to call home. Speaking of the future, marriage had always been a talk for the future as well. Now you were here, an unwed mother. 

And then there was Isaac and Eliza. That was a whole new can of worms to throw into the mix. Would he even want to have a child right now? Would he still want you after he found out? If he left you what would you do?

You would manage, that’s what you always did. But you didn’t want to go through this without him. 

He had found you pacing near camp, nearly chewing your lip off. His heart constricted in his chest as he watched you.

“Everything alright darlin’?” He asked, pulling you out of your downward spiral. A similar concerned expression on his face as he took you in. You met his bright blue eyes and instantly you fell apart. Tears welled up in your eyes as he rushed over to you. Taking long strides across the grass before pulling you into his broad chest. His calloused hands warm and loving as they rubbed up and down your back, your body shaking with sobs you couldn’t control. “Darlin’ you’re scaring me.” He said softly, laying his chin on the top of your head. “Talk to me sunshine.”

“Arthur I think-“ You let out a shaky breath, “I think I’m pregnant.” You cried, tears clouding your vision as you looked up at him. 

He was frozen, his brain short circuiting as he tried to process the words you had just said. He must have heard you wrong. 

“What… what did ya say darlin’?” He asked, his hands on your biceps as he held you in front of him. His brows furrowed and his lips drawn into a thin line. 

“I’m pregnant Arthur.” You said, your lip trembling as you waited for his response. You were trembling in his grasp, your heart pounding against your rib cage. 

“Okay.” He nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around it all. Goddamn it Morgan, you’ve gone done it again. Are you seriously the most foolish man alive? His thoughts spiraled into their usual degrading speech. Here you were shaking in his arms like a damn leaf and he was too damn stupid to say anything. Say something, anything, to stop her from crying. Your tears tugging on his heart strings. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He cooed, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry, please.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“M’sorry-” You sobbed, looking down.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize for this.” He said holding your face, “If anyone ought to apologize, it should be me.” He said, shaking his head. You bit your lip, looking up at him.

“Arthur, what are we gonna do?” You asked, finally calmed down enough to speak a coherent sentence. He clenched his jaw, looking off to the side.

“Do you want this?” He asked softly, running his hand down your arm. Taking your significantly smaller hands in his, squeezing them gently.

“I-“ You sighed, letting out a long breath. “I think I do.” You nodded, hesitantly raising your head to look at him. He exhaled a breath of relief. 

“Okay.” He nodded, “I want this too.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile. You couldn’t help but let out an equally relieved breath, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah?” You asked, chuckling breathlessly. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, chuckling along with you. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, you or the baby, I swear.” He said gently pulling you closer, his hand moving down to caress your stomach. 

-

You smiled at the memory as Arthur rubbed his hand over your bump.

“They movin’ any?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“They have been most of the day.” You chuckled, following his lips with your cheek as he pulled away. You turned around in his grasp, laying your hands on his chest. “They’d probably move if you talked to them. You know how the baby loves hearing you talk.” You said, smiling up at him. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with pride.

 He knelt down, feeling his mothers ring slide lower into his pocket. As he knelt face to face with your round belly, he couldn’t have been more thankful that Mary had returned his ring. That things hadn’t worked out between them, because if they did, he would have missed this. 

He pressed his lips against your belly in a chaste kiss, before chuckling softly to himself. “Hey there kid.” He said, his grin growing if that was even possible. “Ya bein’ good for ya mama?” He asked, running his hand over the tight skin. He felt a small kick under his palm, looking up at you for confirmation that it wasn’t a part of his imagination. “Was that a kick?”

“Sure was.” You chuckled, laying your hand over his. He chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at your belly. There had been too many nights lying next to you on his small cot, twirling the ring in his fingers. Just trying to work up the courage to ask you. Even before your belly started to swell he had dreamed of asking you. He just wanted everything to be perfect, although in hindsight it was a foolish thought. Things would never be perfect, that was the thing wasn’t it?

Now was the time. He knew it, kneeling here in front of you, but how was he gonna ask? How was he gonna get past the lump in his throat?

“Hey kiddo, ya think I could have a moment with your mama here?” He asked, a nervous smile on his lips as he looked up at you. “I got a question for her.” It was now or never. He reached into his pocket, his sweaty fingers grasping the small gold ring. He took in a deep breath before finding your gaze, holding out the ring to you. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand, tears pricking your eyes.

“This… well this ain’t how I imagined this. I wanted to do something special for ya and I should’ve done this a long time ago. I promised ya when we found out about the kid I wouldn’t let anything happen to ya. I mean to keep that promise. There are men more deserving of you, hell I’m probably the least deserving-“ You scoffed shaking your head, “But none of those men could ever love you the way I do. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He asked, gingerly holding your left hand. 

“Yes, yes!” You cried, grinning as he slipped the ring onto your finger. He let out a breath of relief, getting to his feet. You threw yourself into his arms, laughing as tears slipped down your cheeks. 

“It’s uh- I know it’s nothing fancy but-“ He said softly, “It was my mothers and I know she’d want ya to have it.”

“It’s perfect.” You said, pulling away to admire the ruby ring. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled, wiping away your tears as you admired the ring. Arthur’s heart warmed at your words. He would never know what he had done to deserve someone like you, you and the baby. Although he may not have said his vows at that moment, he made a silent one in his heart. As long as his heart was beating, and there was still breath in his lungs, nothing would ever happen to either of you.

[pandafishao3]

bucky and steve taking a night drive with the windows down and stars in the sky and music loud and just bucky reflecting how he’s fallen in love with life

The thing about the the desert was that there were no lights competing with the stars. High above the rocky plains and steep cliffs, the entire sky rested like a dome full of diamonds. And Bucky could make out each and every one of them if he tipped back his head through the open window. It never looked like that in the city. The artificial streetlights and buzzing electricity swallowed it all up until there was nothing left but an illuminated cloud to look at. New York City had been Bucky's home for years now every since he was rescued by Steve - fighting battle after battle, both on the streets and in his own head. But there were no battles left to fight, and inside Bucky's head...it was finally quiet.

Inside their car, it was everything but quiet though.

Bucky smiled fondly at his boyfriend beside him who sat drumming the wheel and singing along to "Heroes" by David Bowie. Even though he didn't believe it, Steve had a good voice - but he never sang unless it was just the two of them. And now, it was just the two of them for miles and miles and miles.

A warm laughter found its way out of Bucky's chest, and he let it escape into the night. Since he sat on the passenger seat, he had his right arm out throught the window, resting against the steel of the car door. It was still warm from the sun, but the cool night air danced over Bucky's bare arm and he let it. Closing his eyes, he focused on that feeling for a second. Just...feeling. The way the wind made the little hairs on his arms rise, the way his muscles were tired from having changed that tire 50 miles back, the way his fingertips could trace tiny dents in the old car Steve had found God knows where.

"Are you falling asleep on me?" Steve asked teasingly through the music that filled the car like a comforting cloud. It blasted out towards the stars and Bucky smiled.

"I'm awake" he promised. More awake than I've ever been, he thought to himself. His metal hand found Steve's over the stick shift, and he gently curled them together. Just that movement, that tiny thing, meant more to Bucky than he could put into words. That this weapon of destruction had been turned into something gentle to hold his lover's hand with...Bucky was so grateful of how far he'd come.

"We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one day"

The two men out of time sang together, out of tune and out of breath, as they drove through the night with the dust left behind them. Bucky's chest felt hollow, like a hot air balloon, and he lifted his fingers to dance through the wind.

They didn't even know where they were going, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Bucky had Steve, and Steve had Bucky, and they were leaving it all behind to go have an adventure that was only for them.

Thanks for this mini-prompt, it was super cute! Hope you like it xx

[miuyuki-snowfall]

Head-cannons/and mini story for Nico’s cheerleader Azula x Jet au

https://www.tumblr.com/nicosavior456/713731236241244160/who-wants-to-make-azula-as-a-cheerleader

Azula falls for jet in a modern setting since jet is not afraid of her and finds her very smart and pretty,

Jet falls for her once he finds her soft side, {Plus she’s hot in her cheer uniform}

How should Azula act as a cheerleader

She would easily be called a Perfectionist,

She’ll fit also the mean girl stereotype,

She’ll have a superiority complex-She is the best after-all,

Yet would also have major self-esteem issues(mother issues and feeling like she’ll never be good enough)

Can you imagine that she’ll wear her cheerleading uniform everywhere;

Its like armour or a shield,

Azula would have a softer side; its just hidden behind the cold and mean outer side,

Having been childhood friend with Mai and Ty lee means that they would know it but for Jet its something completely new(And cute),

Azula lowing her guard around Jet,

Being soft and doing cute couple things like laying if each others laps privately,

First meeting (Contain angst)

What if their first meeting was in the hospital?

Sure they went to the same school, but they had never interacted with each other,

Azula gets check in after a partially bad mental breakdown after cheerleading practice,

Jet there from a fight (Jet’s a bad boy in this au and I can see him getting into fights),

Jet suffers from Ptsd related to his parents death so he knows what a panic attacks looks like,

Azula was still wearing her cheer uniform in the bleak, sterile room. When she felt her vision disfigured, as if she were looking through a fish-eye lens. She could feel her nails dig into her palms, drawing blood. Her breathing was hard. Really hard.

The cheer uniform had been her safety net, her armour, it showed her who she was meant to be. She was prefect, the very best, she had to be......

___

Jet could feel his muscles ache. Earlier that day Jet had gotten into a fight at school over something small....Well it felt big at the time, but thinking back now Jet knew he had over-reacted.

Jet wasn't exactly a model student so it wasn’t his first time going to the hospital to get patched up after a fight. It wasn’t even his first time that he chose to wander around while waiting for the receptionist to finish talking to a doctor.

That's when he heard crying...He hadn’t recognised Azula at first, even though she was wearing the cheer uniform from his school it’s not like he knows everyone there...so even though they went to the same school they had never actually meet.

Jet, himself, had ptsd over his parents death (which would have happen when he was younger) which gave him the experience to understand that this girl was having a panic attack...

So he moved quickly and helped calm Azula down, Jet knew he had startled her with his presence but got her to focus on taking slow breathes till she was calmer.

Azula hadn't known Jet at the time... But she was glad he was there to help her... He was someone she knew she could relate to...

@nicosavior456

[redd956]

Mini Comfort Prompt 1

Character A has been through a lot. In the process, they lost more than they could ever imagine, including their faithful pet. Imagine the delight when they are surprised a with a potential new friend.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

“I knew the clock would tick over to zero. I just wasn’t sure how high the numbers went.“

[curiousbristories]

MINI PROMPT! "I don't care what you talk about. Can you just keep talking?"

It feels so sweet and warm, like a hug from a close friend. 

And if I'm honest, it was a combination of the prompt I shared on Wednesday and this prompt that inspired the Olive and Hudson story.  💕

[thebibliosphere]

I feel like I've complained about Tim's email situation in Gotham Knights before (edit: I have), but the truth of it is just so funny.

He's signed up for so many podcasts, video game streamers, and random news alerts; it's just a constant barrage of data going straight into his constantly whirring brain. Hell, he even floats the idea of the Batfamily having their own podcast as a way to correct misinformation about them (which Jason shoots down instantly), and it's made me realize something.

Timothy Drake would be a YouTuber.

In this universe specifically, Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir to Drake Industries and the foster son of the late Bruce Wayne would be a YouTuber.

Think about it. It'd be the perfect cover. Who would ever suspect that some 16-year-old nepo baby with a YouTube channel could ever be Red Robin? You'd have to be mad. I mean, look at him.

Red Robin just dropped out of literal thin air and garotted someone four times his size, and you expect anyone to believe that's the same kid who does 24-hour Minecraft charity streams and occasionally drops 6-hour video essays (his last one was on Lex Luthor's illegal bit mining operation on the moon)?

That kid?

You think that kid is Red Robin?

Ch'yah, okay, sure. And the Joker is funny 🤡.

[hypewinter]

The street kids of Gotham were acting off. Which wasn't saying much considering they were always acting suspicious but for the last few weeks the kids had been acting different somehow. They were a little too organized. Jason finally decided to look into it and found that the street kids really had organized under one leader. Which was concerning to say the least. Jason figured their leader was some asshole who was about to forfeit his rights to knee caps but instead he found it was some spooky teen from out of town. It was still suspicious but he figured as long as the kid wasn't causing any trouble he'd leave things be. For now.

[ministarfruit]

day 12: karma ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[novelbear]

can you do hospital prompts 💕💗

why yes i can! here you go :)

scenarios for those stuck in the hospital 🏥

"hang in there, please...."

holding onto their hand as a form of comfort, whether the injured is awake or not.

bringing a bunch of their favorite board games to play to kill time

crying to themselves as they're left alone for the first time when visiting hours are over (horrible experience btw i do not recommend)

"what the hell happened?!"

(if there's space) climbing into the bed with them and cuddling away

"you're going to be okay, i promise."

"are you still in pain?"

bringing a plush (or other comfort item) for them

"you can go home, y'know." "absolutely not. i'm not leaving until i have to."

"you scared the shit out of me, you know that?"

holding back tears as they're being treated (whether this be because of the anxious wait, or having to watch them cry out in pain of their own)

"rest. i'll still be here when you wake up.."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 279

Now Danny didn’t mean to make a Bootube channel. He’d meant to send that sleep deprived ramble to Tucker, but he had clicked on the wrong app and yeah. Apparently people enjoy his space rambles- or it could have been the ghost blob-cats that had decided to flop onto him. (Honestly he wasn’t surprised they would start to mimic the shapes of things in their surroundings)

Tucker? Found it hilarious, as did Sam and Val and… um, okay this has become their shared channel now, nice. Though there are some strange comments on some of the videos. Really, what do they mean green sky and crazy tech???

[hihomeghere]

1 and 81 for Charles smut! I’m so excited for these prompts it’s gonna be so fun!

Knight in Shining Armor | Charles Smith/Reader

I really didn't mean for this to be this long, and yet here we are! I hope you enjoy!

Prompt list

Word Count : 3.1k Prompts : 1. "Kiss me" "What-", 81. "Your heart is racing." Warnings/Tags : Mention of abuse, mentions of SH, piv smut, fingering, cleaning of cuts, getting bucked off a horse, cursing, female reader

The Parlour House was bustling with life, beer and whiskey freely flowing. Ever since moving to Clemens point, after that nasty business in Valentine, you had been frequenting the parlor house most nights. Dutch and Hosea had taught you well, pick pocketing was your specialty. It’s how you made your living in the gang, and there were more than enough drunkards to steal from in Rhodes.

Especially with the stupid rivalry between the Grays and Braithwaites. While Dutch and Hosea were dipping their hands into their pockets figuratively, you were literally doing it. 

“Honey, that must be so hard.” You cooed, not giving a shit what this Gray was actually saying. It was about the gold, always about the gold. Dutch was always talking about the gold, Hosea was always talking about the gold. Eventually to save your sanity you had to start tuning them out. You trailed your fingers down his chest, expertly slipping your fingers into his pocket, and pocketing his watch. 

“You have no idea darlin’.” He sighed, his glassy eyes raking over your body. 

“Oh but I do.” You said pouting your lips, your head lolling up and down in an exaggerated fashion. “It must be so tough.” Taking his hand in yours you lifted it to your mouth. Kissing each finger before slipping off his gold band. He wouldn’t be missing it, especially when he was flirting with any woman who would look his way. 

“Hey,” He grinned lazily, “You wanna get a room? Get a bath maybe?” He said trailing his fingers up your arm. You fought every urge to vomit, smiling sweetly at him.

“Oh honey I’m not that type of girl.” You said chuckling softly, pulling away from him. His featherlight touches turned firm, his hand wrapping around your wrist. 

“Don’t tell me you ain’t been thinking about it.” He says through gritted teeth.

“I haven’t honey, honest.” You whispered, shaking your head. Your eyes dart around the saloon for some knight in shining armor. Your eyes landing on a familiar outline outside. 

Why did it have to be him?

When you’ve been fighting feelings for the ox of a man for months. 

When he was asked to be your ‘chaperone’ after coming back to camp one too many times bruised from angry men’s fists. Turning down advances became second nature, but most boys didn’t take no for an answer.

Dutch and Hosea had given you two options, stop working or start taking a man from camp to act as muscle in case things got ugly. 

And things were starting to look ugly. 

You pulled hard against his hand, yanking your hand from his grip. Hissing as his fingernails scraped down your wrist. You turned on your heel, racing for the door. Pushing the doors open, gasping in a breath of fresh air, your eyes turned onto Charles.

“Charles!” You yelled, running into his arms. His large hands landed on your waist as you slammed into the brick wall of his chest.

“Y/n?” His brows furrowed as he looked down at you before his eyes snapped towards the sound of the parlor door busting open. 

“Kiss me.” You said grabbing his shirt, pulling him down to your height.

“Wha-“ Was all he managed to get out before you were slamming your lips onto his. He froze, his lips pursed against yours. A disgruntled huff came out of the Gray chasing you, along with a few not so kind words about your character. Although kissing Charles had deterred him, the door slamming behind the man as he headed back inside.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled pulling away from him, “I didn’t know what else to do.” You said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as your cheeks burned. 

“I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight.” He said, clearing his throat, avoiding your gaze. You nodded, swallowing thickly as you both walked back to your horses.

Taima and your newer stallion waited for your return. You set your foot in the stirrup, swinging your leg over your horse's back. You snuck a few glances over at Charles, his brow was set as he climbed up onto the Appaloosa.

You both set off to Clemens point, following the setting sun over the Scarlett meadows. You tried to keep your eyes forward and your mind off his lips against yours. His warm hands squeezing your waist, how they would feel against your bare skin. Shaking your head, you pulled yourself out of your daydream. Glad that Charles was riding behind you, unable to see your flushed face.

It was like time stood still for a moment, your stallions ears pinned back, a started squeal leaving his mouth. Your hands gripped the reins, trying to pull him away from the diamond rattlesnake curled up. He fought against you, bucking you off of his back. You hit the ground, hard. Gasping like a fish out of water as you tried to get the air back in your lungs. Charles was immediately at your side, helping you into a fetal position.

“Deep breath in your nose, out your mouth.” He said softly, his hand resting on your shoulder. You had no idea how he possibly could have gotten off Taima that fast, maybe you had been on the ground longer than you thought. Gasping in small strangled breaths. 

Finally you were able to take in a long shallow breath. “There we go.” He said rubbing your arm, helping you into a sitting position. His thumb moved across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

“Stupid fucking horse.” You groaned, eliciting a small chuckle from him. 

“Well you won’t have to worry about it anymore.” He said getting to his feet, looking down the road.

“I told Hosea he was worthless.” You huffed, taking Charles hand as he pulled you up. You hissed, standing up. Your back burning, no doubt tore up from your fall onto the dirt road.

“I think you have high standards, Glory was a great horse.” He said dusting you off. You sighed, Glory was the best horse, but she didn’t make it out of Blackwater.

“She was.” You sighed, putting your hands on your hips as you looked down the road, “That was a good saddle, too.” You said, shaking your head.

“We’ll find you a new one.” He smiled down at you, his warm eyes meeting yours. “Come on, let’s get you back to camp.” He said, his hand connecting with the small of your back. Pain shot up your back as you let out a low hiss, arching away from his hand. “Everything okay?” He asked, his brows furrowed.

“Think I tore up my back.” You nodded, waving him off, “Get on and I’ll sit behind you.” He nodded, climbing up onto the gray speckled Appaloosa. You grabbed his arm, slowly moving your leg over her back. You wrapped your arms around Charles waist, laying your head between his shoulder blades. You could feel the pounding of his heart against your cheek as Taima started to trot forward.

“Your heart is racing.” You said softly, his chest rumbling as he chuckled.

“You gave me quite a scare, you know?” He said, turning his head slightly to look at you. 

“You probably think I’m a mess.” You chuckled nervously, shaking your head.

“No,” He said softly, “I don’t.”

You rode in silence, your hips bumping into his behind with the sway of Taima’s steps. You were glad you were born a female, because there is no way you wouldn’t have gotten a hard on. You didn’t have to worry about your breasts pressing against Charles' back for much longer, the familiar line of trees coming into view. 

He led Taima over to the hitching posts, giving her a firm pat before turning to help you off. His hands landed on your waist for the second time. He lifted you off of her back as though you weighed nothing. Setting you gently on the ground, his hands lingering on your waist. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said softly, nodding as he looked down at you.

“Alright.” You nodded, walking towards your tent. He headed off to grab some supplies while you pulled the canvas flap down. You sat down on your cot, staring at the discolored fabric of your tent. You couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or anticipation bubbling up inside you. You just knew if Charles didn’t get back soon you would explode from it.

He cleared his throat, pulling back the flap as he stepped inside your tent. “Can you take your shirt off?” He asked, “I need to clean your back.” You swallowed thickly, nodding your head.

“Yeah, yeah.” You said looking down, your fingers trembling as you began to unbutton your blouse. You bit your lip as you pushed your shirt off of your shoulders, moving your hair off of your back. The cot sank as he settled his weight down next to you. 

“This’ll sting.” Charles said softly, pouring alcohol onto a cloth before pressing against the cuts on your back.

“Shit.” You said through gritted teeth, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the cot beneath you. He mumbled an apology, pulling the cloth away from your back. Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers replaced the cloth. Goosebumps erupting on your skin as they trailed down your back. You felt frozen, wanting more than anything to look back at him, but at the same time you were afraid he would stop if you moved.

You bit the bullet, turning your head to glance back at him. His dark eyes met yours, cautious, like he was afraid to spook you. Although you wanted to shy away from his gaze, you held it, an unspoken exchange passing between the two of you.

 He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, holding your gaze. You reached up to cup his cheek, moving as though it was muscle memory. An intricate dance choreographed for you two. He let out a soft sigh against your skin as your hand connected to his face. Your soft palm resting against his scarred cheek. His hands moved to your waist, squeezing softly. His lips laid kisses from your shoulder up to your neck.

“Charles,” You sighed, not knowing what you were asking for. He hummed against your neck, his chest rumbling softly. You turned on the cot, pressing yourself against him. Your nipples rubbed against the cotton fabric of his shirt. You brushed your nose against his, your arms wrapped sweetly around his neck. He took the plunge, pressing his lips against yours.

Warmth flooded your body, like the first sip of whiskey. Heat spreads from your lips down into your belly. Arousal sparking between your legs as he moans softly into your mouth. You part your lips, swallowing his sounds greedily. Your tongue flicks into his mouth, dancing with his. Your hand threads into his dark locks, tugging experimentally at his scalp. 

He groans, low and reverberating through his chest. You smirk against his lip, repeating your motions. His hand, calloused and warm, laid over your breast. Kneading it gently, you gasp as his thumb runs over your nipple. You arch into his hand, closing your eyes as you pull him closer.

“Charles I-“ You said breathlessly, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

“I know.” He said softly, ducking his head to take your nipple into his mouth. You moaned, an unabashed whine pulled out of your throat as his tongue swirled around the bud.  He pulled away with a satisfying pop, his dark eyes meeting yours as he smiled up at him. “You need to stop with those sounds, sweet girl.” He whispered, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours again. A silent plea for a kiss which you eagerly gave. Your mouth clashed against his, unlike the first sickly sweet kiss you shared. 

“I’ll try.” You chuckled softly, looking at him with a lust filled gaze. His eyes only showed adoration, a look that had you faltering. “What?” You asked with a nervous smile.

“You’re beautiful.” He said nonchalantly, as though it was something as simple as saying the sky was blue. 

“Shut up.” You said, your cheeks burning as you pulled on the hem of his shirt. He chuckled softly, pulling the blue fabric over his head, throwing it onto the floor. 

Your lips met again, your hands laying on his bare chest. Feeling the heat radiating off of his body, feeding the fire between your legs. Your hands mapped a path down his chest, taking in every scar and divot. 

“I need you.” You whined, looking up at him. He smirked, a glint in his eye as he laid you back. You hissed, the rough fabric gliding against your cuts.

“That won’t work.” He said pulling you back up, you laid a chaste kiss on his lips before standing. You untied your skirts, letting them pool around your feet. He leaned back on the cot, unbuttoning his pants and shimmying out of them. You slipped your fingers into the top of your bloomers pulling them over the swell of your ass. You bit your lip, your eyes rising slowly to meet his.

“C’mere.” He said reaching for you, you took a step towards him. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. His head rested against your stomach, his other hand trailing up your thigh. You waited patiently for him to touch the place you needed him most. He didn’t make you wait long, his large hand cupping your mound. Trailing his fingers through your slick folds, his thumb pressing against the hood of your clit. 

Your breath hitched, pleasure shooting through your body. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he laid featherlight kisses on your stomach. His thick finger presses into your cunt, a low whine leaving your chest.

“Shh,” He said softly, starting to pump his finger in and out of you. You bite your lip to stifle your moans, your fingernails digging crescent shaped marks into his shoulders. 

Charles knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is. Knows he shouldn’t like how you dig your nails into him. He knows when tomorrow comes those marks will remain, even if you don’t.

He adds a second finger and your knees start to shake, dancing dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm. You can feel his eyes burning into you, almost willing you to look at him. You’ve never felt this, this yearning for another person, not just for their body. You want Charles, you want all of him. You want him to be yours and you want to be his. You want to scream from the rooftops that you feel the closest to, well love, that you’ve ever been.

And fuck is that terrifying. 

Then his thumb circles on your clit and you’re fucking gone. Diving headfirst into a pool of pleasure. 

“There we go.” He cooed letting out a satisfied huff. You chuckle weakly, leaning your head against his. A bead of sweat runs down your forehead onto his. “You think you’re ready?” He asked, his deep brown eyes meeting yours.

“I’ve been ready for a long time.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said taking your hand, placing it on his crotch.

Oh.

How was that supposed to fit inside you?

You stroked up his length through his undergarments. You grabbed the piece of clothing separating skin on skin and pulled it down this thick thighs. Your mouth watering as his cock bounced up onto his stomach. Painfully hard and weeping. You spit onto your hand, spreading your saliva over his cock head. You stand over him, letting his hands guide your hips down. His girthy head stretches you open, your breath catching in your throat.

“My girl.” He groans, as you slide down onto his length. My, My, My, My. It’s a constant loop in your head as he fully sheathes himself inside you. Stretching you wider than you’ve ever been before, painful in a good way. You let out a shaky breath, craning your neck back in pleasure. Charles' lips press against your pulse point, a silent apology on his part. Although there isn’t a need for it, your hips rise off of him slightly, before slamming back down. 

A near animalistic moan falls out of Charles lips, his hands dimpling your flesh. You clenched around him, gasping as his hips thrusted upwards. Concern flashed across his face before it quickly turned lustful as you grinded down onto him. He let you set the pace, wanting you to enjoy the experience as much as he was. He was along for the ride you could say. If he had it his way he would have buried his head between your thighs until you were crying.

You raised your hips until he was almost out of you before slamming back down. Repeating the motion until you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach.

“Yeah? You close?” Charles asked, sucking a mark that would definitely get you a few stares in the morning onto your neck. 

“Mmhm.” You said, your head lolling back and forth. Biting your lip to stop the wanton moans that threatened to break free. He took over, thrusting up into you. Suddenly the coil snapped, you gushed over his cock, slamming your hand over your mouth to muffle your moan. 

“That’s my good girl.” He praises, his thrusts starting to get sloppier as he goes on. He quickly pulls out, groaning as he spills his seed onto the ground. You chuckled breathlessly, smiling as you laid your head onto his shoulder. He let out a long satisfied sigh, his hands rubbing soothing circles onto your thighs. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked, looking into your eyes for confirmation.

“Far from it.” You laughed, shaking your head. “That was…” you trailed off grinning.

“Yeah.” He nodded, gently squeezing your thigh. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you. Nothing needed to be said, that was the wonderful thing about you and Charles. But you wanted- no needed to say something.

“Maybe I should get in trouble and fall off my horse more often.” You chuckled, rubbing your nose against his cheek.

“You don’t need to do that again.” He mumbled, a smile spreading across his face. “Just- just talk to me next time.” 

“Next time?” You asked, hoping bubbling up in your chest.

“Next time.” He nodded, brushing his nose against yours.

[pandafishao3]

Had a prompt suggestion:

Alpha!Bucky being possessive/Jealous over his mate Omega!Steve when Alpha!Peggy starts sniffing around.

Bucky watched from across the dining hall, blood boiling, as Peggy crowded Steve into a corner by the food. She was pointing at his tray and smiling about something, and even from this distance Bucky could see his mate blushing. This wasn't the first time Peggy did this - just last week, the busty alpha had sniffed openly at Steve's behind and commented that he should be getting his heat soon. The audacity of that woman. It was all Bucky could do not to attack here right in the dining hall.

"Don't" his friend Clint wheezed at him, clutching at his arm. His angry scent was ruining the delicious smell of the food in front of them. "I know what you're thinking. Just don't" he warned Bucky.

"How long is she gonna be a sore loser for? I claimed Steve over a year ago" Bucky muttered back.

"He's a good prize" Clint shrugged and shovelled some mashed potatoes into his mouth.

He was. There weren't a lot of omegas in their village, and Steve was one of the few male ones. It had taken Bucky some courting, and he'd been far from the only one who'd courted Steve, but 15 months ago the little omega blushingly agreed to be claimed and bred, and he'd belonged at Bucky's side (and on his knot) ever since. It just seemed Peggy Carter didn't get the memo.

Since omegas were rare, it was getting more and more common for several alphas to share an omega in a small pack. Bucky figured that was what Peggy was fishing it - but if she was, she'd be in for a disappointment. To Bucky, Steve was the sole most important thing in the entire world, and he had no intentions of sharing him with anyone. Just the thought of someone else being inside his omega made him want to snarl. A part of him wished they didn't live in a communal village like this, where they all ate together and had to see so much of one another, because if Bucky was being honest he'd rather shut Steve up in a cottage and just keep him barefoot, pregnant and nesting.

As Steve was walking over to him with his tray, the alpha had to unclench his fists. Steve's face was flushed and he looked shy at his mate when he ducked his head down in a submissive greeting and sat down.

"No, sit here" Bucky suddenly said and patted his lap. "I'll feed you, sugar" he smiled. Steve's blue eyes went wide, since Bucky usually didn't display such dominant behaviour in public, but he obeyed his alpha. With a shy smile, he got comfortable in Bucky's lap. His small weight was nothing for the burly alpha.

"Hi Alpha" Steve greeted and nuzzled his lover. In return, Bucky caught him and pressed his nose to Steve's neck where he dragged it up and down his gland in a territorial display. He grunted quietly as he did so, and kissed up Steve's throat - making damn sure Peggy was watching him to so. The tag on Steve's collar clinked as he giggled. "Buck, what are you doing?"

"Just touching my sweet omega. Am I not allowed to?" Bucky murmured, all the while letting his heavy hand rest possessively right over Steve's crotch. Clint made a noise beside them and slipped away; he was a beta, and it made him uncomfortable to be reminded of his lower status. But Bucky didn't care at the moment.

"O-of coure you are" Steve stuttered adorably and squirmed in Bucky's lap. The faint scent of slick mixed with the scent of Steve feeling embarrassed. Bucky didn't care about that either. He just rumbled deep in his chest and kept licking over Steve's gland, right over the bitemark there which marked the omega as his. His grip over Steve's cock, safely tucked away in a cock cage, hardened slightly.

"Gotta make sure everyone knows you're mine" he murmured into Steve's ear, voice darkening.

"Everyone knows, Alpha" Steve softly said. Meek and sweet as he was, he let his mate manhandle him in front of all the others, even if it made his face burn.

"Not everyone" Bucky grunted. "And I think it's time I started reminding people. You're not up for sharing, Steve"

"I don't want to be shared" the omega quickly said with a pout.

"I know darling, I know. And as long as I'm here, no one's ever gonna touch you" he rumbled. Using his grip on Steve, he pushed him down against his own crotch so that the omega could feel his erection pressing against his ass. The little omega squeaked. "Now, I'm gonna feed you proper, and then we're going straight home to get this inside you. I think I need to start scent marking you" Bucky told him.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*

"Present for me" Bucky ordered as he unbuckled his pants. Scurrying across the bed, Steve hurried to obey. He was already naked, with his hole wet and clenching and his cock cage hanging between his legs. If he was a good boy now, Bucky would let him out of it tonight to play a little - but Steve preferred getting his orgasms from his hole anyway.

Bucky smiled at his beautiful mate. "That's a good boy. Spread your legs a little more, that's it" he corrected him and stepped up next to the bed. Grabbing Steve's waist, he pulled the omega backwards on the sheet as he squeaked, until Steve was right in front of him where he stood at the end.

He took his hard cock and lined it up with Steve's hole; there was no reason to prep him when Bucky fucked him as often as he did. "Deep breath, sugar" he said - and then pushed inside.

With all that pent up anger and nowhere to go accept out over Steve, Bucky used his omega hard and fast. He fucked him at a punishing pace, railing him right into his sweet spot until Steve was crying from overstimulation and coming helplessly all over his alpha's cock. Bucky forced three orgasms out of him before he let himself get close to the edge. And just as he was about to pop his knot, he pulled out and squeezed it instead.

"Stay still" he groaned at Steve, and then came all over his ass and back. It splattered all up to his neck too, and still shaking from his climax, Bucky rubbed it all in, paying special attention to get it worked into the leather of Steve's collar.

When he was done scent-marking the omega, he got into bed too and let Steve curl up in his lap. Lovingly petting him, Bucky kissed Steve's forehead and told him he was a good boy and deserved a treat later. Steve beamed at him for that.

Most importantly, Steve smelled strongly of his alpha now. That'd keep Peggy away. Bucky hummed happily and tugged at his collar. "I'm gonna start doing this every morning, I think" he murmured.

Steve blushed bright pink.

[nerdpoe]

Danny needs help. Danny needs the Ancient of Justice.

Only one small problem; there isn't one.

Or at least, there isn't one yet.

The previous Ancient of Justice had been Pariah Dark, and after seeing so many injustices he had gone mad, and sought to fix the Infinite Realms through force.

But Clockwork assures Danny that there's an Ancient of Justice in the works, he's just still mortal at the moment.

Danny...really can't wait for the guy to die to ask for assistance. The Demons only deal in absolutes, and he needs someone like the Ancient of Justice on his side to help him with the weird double speak they insist on using.

Otherwise, they'll bamboozle him into more territory and displace more ghosts.

So he hunts the not-an-Ancient yet down.

Which is how Batman finds himself being stared down by a teenager with vividly glowing green eyes.

"Listen up, you're gonna be a God when you die and I need you to cash in those God Powers early; demons are getting uppity and they keep talking circles. I need you to make them listen."

The kid has black hair, is too skinny, his clothes are scuffed and dirty, and is clearly living in a vivid fantasy to escape from his harsh reality of being homeless.

The eyes speak of a clear Lazarus Contamination, and the stance speaks of someone who is trained to fight.

So he asks the only thing he can think to.

"...Are you hungry?"

[redd956]

Mini Prompt 1

Whumpee accidentally becomes betrothed to a nonhuman Whumper after proposing by Whumper’s cultural standards. Whumper is shocked to believe that after all they’ve done, Whumpee truly loves them...

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: medical

A clinical trial showing extremely promising results. Whumpee was in the placebo group.