#nightly knights

[mythologeekwriter]

I love the introductions of nightly knights. It really adds to the feeling of being told this by a friend.

[rwac96]

👕 How about the short girls wearing Jaune's shirt? So Noel, Lilith and Bleiss. Also Ryuko if you count her as a short woman.

Ryuko: *wearing one of Jaune's spare hoodies* "I am not short!"

Bleiss: *rolls her eyes, wearing a spare hoodie* "Uh-Huh, keep tellin' yourself that."

Noel: *wearing an X-Ray & Vav shirt* "They sure do feel cozy."

Lilith: *wearing a Pumpkin Pete shirt* "Agreed~."

Jaune: *shirtless* "Can have my shirts and hoodies?"

[zefforuins]

-/&;3;

[marcspectrr]

Marc 'but you didn't abandon me. you didn't abandon me' Spector.

Marc, who essentially lost both parents the day he lost his brother, created Steven to survive.

Steven came about as protection, this wall to separate the bad from the good because there was simply too much bad and Marc's mind fractured itself as a way to keep what little good there was.

Steven not remembering the bad was what allowed there to be good for so long, allowed for Marc to cope, allowed for him to literally live and be okay and feel safe.

Steven then saw the other side of the wall, saw all the bad that his good was oblivious towards. But instead of resenting Marc for it, instead of pushing him away for stealing all his fabricated normality and robbing him of the pains that were supposed to come with his pleasures, he chooses to help him heal. He decides to show Marc that he's not condemned to a life with just shouldering all the hurt and that he is capable of recieving forgiveness, deserves it, even, without a doubt. He's the only person who Marc lets himself believe when he tells him it's not his fault.

Steven remains as Marc's protection. He's the only real super power he's ever had, after all.

[khonshuscondemned]

[ excerpt from s1e1 the goldfish problem . ]

YOU WILL GIVE HIM NOTHING.

the words echo in his ears, ringing slightly as his heart rate trips into overdrive. the crowd he had once sought anonymity in has turned hostile and now all eyes are on him and the weight of their gazes feel like lead in his pockets. the man in red, Harrow- call me arthur- holds his hand outstretched, expectant.

Already strangers have pressed in closer, cutting off any hope of escape and steven grant feels rather than hears the way his voice trembles around a single word [‘Here,’ he says] as his fingers clutch at something in his desperate rummage through his pockets. whatever it is he withdraws from his jacket glitters between his fingers, it’s cold and strangely heavy, but he barely spares the object a second glance before he’s reaching out to ‘return’ it [and only god knows where he’s picked the thing up, he doesn’t even know where he is]-

-and just before the muscle of his hands relax, just before the item slips from his fingertips Steven’s fist is suddenly clenched tight, as though an invisible string had been tied around his muscles and toyed with like a child at a crab buffet. The air rushes from his lungs, escaping in a low whoosh as both he and the man in red freeze for a moment.

The moment doesn’t last.

‘I.. strongly encourage you to return that.’ says harrow, arthur, the man in red.

‘i’m not- i’m- im trying-‘ he splutters, and, thinking quickly, begins attempting to pry open his own fingers with his unburdened hand. ‘come on now- it’s like- my fingers froze-‘

every halting breath in feels as though it’s been stolen- the tension in the air is so thick steven thinks he could feel it settle in his gut if he swallows too hard. words continue to tumble from his lips as he forcefully continues to free the strange glittering object, and he can sense the way harrow’s impatience grows despite the man’s calmed countenance. his efforts finally produce reward and in his relief steven grant somehow finds even more words piling like stones beneath his tongue. [‘There-‘ he gasps, ‘take it!’]

but his relief is short lived, for even as the man in red goes to retrieve the little golden trinket, steven finds his body working against him once more, nearly losing his balance when his arm goes arm flying back behind him, safely out of reach. and if harrow’s frustration left the air soured, his anger leaves it scorched.

Harrow’s warning, his growling threat of, i will not ask again, is almost lost over the dull murmur of the faceless crowd enveloping steven from every angle and he responds with the first words he finds and tries to bury the way shame licks at his heels like a flame.

‘I didn’t do that on purpose!’ he says, gut lurching alongside his jerky movements as he tries to twist his arm closer. ‘I don’t know what’s happening!’

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[anxiously-awaiting]

theres a dracula daily thing but for athur(iana) stuff im gnawing on it and shaking my head Violently like a dog 

[multicarinata]

JUST like from p

[mythologeekwriter]

I got to wake up to a Nightly Knights email, this is great!

[k1rishiki]

i love nightly knights i mean i hate transcribing and formatting stuff that's why there was a month long break but i love love love writing the little bedevere blurb at the top of every email. he's gossiping <3 i love him <3

[rwac96]

Type: Ask

AU: Original Male Stud AU + Crossover AU

Fandom: RWBY, Darkstalkers, Street Fighter, Fairy Tail

Summary: Nora dare Jaune to walk up and say “Tonight…You” to Pyrrha, Lilith, Chun-Li, and Erza. How do these girls react to this situation?

Theme: Nora is a troll, Jaune has many regrets, Sexual Humor, Jaune is in danger

Meme: Tonight…You Meme, Truth or Dare Meme

Nora: C'mon, Jaune, it's either that or get called chicken!

Jaune: *exhales* Why me? *walks off to the gathered women*

Nora: I could've pulled a dare on Ruby, but Yang threatened my pancake funding.

*Jaune approached the quartet of women, grimacing at his next choice of words*

Pyrrha: Oh, hello again, Jaune. Is there something you want?

Jaune: *blushing* Tonight...you~.

Pyrrha: *blushing, brushing her thighs close together* P-Pardon me?

Erza: *blushing as well* PERVERT! *unsheathes her sword, but is stopped by Chun-Li*

Chun-Li: I have to say, very bold.

Lilith: *grinning* Oh, such a naughty boy. *winks at Jaune*

Nora: *watching with intrigue* Huh, I expected a beatdown. *shrugs her shoulders* Oh, well.

[scripture-pictures]

[abyss-of-mine]

Unhinged with ocs #3

River sitting on the bed with her legs wide open as a vibrator is inside her entrance and Drake watches in amusement. Him coming over to move the vibrator back and forth, then lick and drink the wetness from her orgasm. His tongue making her more heated and turned on, giving the right amount of pleasure to have her release in his mouth.

Bruno's legs being lifted off of the bed to have Quinn bury their face into his opening to start eating him and getting him shouting out in pleasure. Quinn kneading his folds and slithering their tongue, staring at his opening as he orgasms on their face.

Jasper sitting behind Chrysalis to finger her entrance and play with her breast. Kissing her neck and talking to her like they were having a normal conversation. Her becoming louder by their fingers getting faster and faster, struggling to respond by the pleasure.

Jack and Lucas kissing each other on the couch while his member is inside Lucas's opening. Jack soon getting annoyed by the slight movements and just lies Lucas down to start pumping into him. Lucas letting himself be played with and filled.

Zack gripping the covers tightly and panting heavily at Monica sucking him off while swirling ice around his member. Swallowing his enjoyment and undressing to aggressively ride his member and rub the ice cubes she dumped on his chest.

Annalise stopping the vibrator the second before Mary orgasms onto the covers. Mary growing more aroused and frustrated by the deny of relief again. Feeling Annalise's finger slide between her folds before splitting her open and shoving the vibrator back in.

Wendy spread out on the bed to allow Summer to do whatever she wants to Wendy's entrance. Summer using her fingers, temperature oils and vibrator to get Wendy moaning and dripping like crazy from how good it feels. Wendy staring up at her exhausted as Summer massages her body.

Felix watching Emma play with his member while his arms are bound to the headboard. Hissing, growling, twitching and gasping from her actions, unable to do nothing beside calling her name and moaning from how well she plays with him. Her riding him with such roughness and excitement.

Clove testing a few "abilities" on Faith and smirking at her enjoying it, dripping from excitement and arousal. Him watching in glee as he continues the "experimenting" and gets excited himself. Him unzipping his jeans to jerk off to her tired moans and messy body.

[yuujispinkhair]

Boyfie Sukuna picking you up from your late shift

A while ago, a sweet anon sent me an ask about protective boyfie Sukuna picking up reader from a late shift, and I loved it so much because I would have really needed him too when I was still doing late shifts. So here is a little drabble about Kuna picking us up from work. I hope you enjoy it 💗

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. Word Count 900. Mentions of smoking. Minors don't interact. Dividers @/benkeibear

"Ok, let's do this," you mutter to yourself as you push open the heavy back door, trying to hype yourself up and steeling yourself for the darkness that will await you outside of your workplace at this time.

You hate your late shifts when you're the only one left in the building and have to use the exit in the back. Your pulse already speeds up at the thought of having to walk down the dimly lit back alley to reach the main street and the subway station.

But you have no other choice, and so you step out the door and into the dark alley. And immediately jump when a low voice drawls,

"Hey, princess."

You dart around with a hand clutched to your chest and your eyes wide, even as your brain begins to register that you know this voice. And, of course, your gaze lands on a very familiar tall, muscular figure with a beautiful, tattooed face and slicked-back pink hair.

Sukuna.

He is leaning casually against the brick wall, one hand shoved into the pocket of his black jeans, the other bringing a half-smoked cigarette to his lips. He smirks around the cigarette, maroon eyes looking amusedly at you.

"Did I scare you?"

You glare at him, even as you feel a huge relief wash over you. Relief and that all-too-familiar fluttery feeling in your stomach that you always get when you see your boyfriend.

"Kuna! What the... yes, you scared me! What are you doing here?"

Sukuna exhales slowly, watching you through the cigarette smoke with those beautiful cat-like eyes as he shrugs and smirks that devilishly attractive smirk,

"Making sure my girl gets home safely, of course."

You can't stop the big, happy smile from spreading over your face. This side of your boyfriend always makes you so weak for him. This sweet side of Sukuna that contradicts everything the people who told you he wouldn't be good for you said.

Yes, your boyfriend has a bad boy reputation. But yet, here he is, picking you up after your late shift without you having to ask for it. So protective and caring when it comes to you.

"I'm glad you are here, baby."

You smile and get on your tiptoes to kiss Sukuna's tattooed cheek, feeling the anxiety you felt earlier leave you completely. When Sukuna is with you, you know you are safe.

Sukuna grins as he flicks his cigarette away and wraps one strong arm around you to pull you against his tall body. His lips brush against your forehead in a quick but tender kiss.

"Let's go home, princess. Dinner is waiting for you."

"You already cooked too? Are you practicing to become a househusband, Kuna?"

You grin up at Sukuna playfully, and he laughs, but he sounds very pleased when he replies in that sexy, velvety voice,

"For you? Always."

He winks at you and offers you one of his muscular, tattooed arms as if he is a knight or an actor in a 1950s rom-com. And you take Sukuna's arm and hold on to him as you walk down the dimly lit alley together.

Usually, you are scared to walk down this narrow, dark street. But not tonight. Not when you are holding onto Sukuna's arm, your hand wrapped tightly around his bulging tattooed biceps, his tall, strong body so reassuringly brushing against your side.

The dark alley and the nightly city have lost their scariness now that Sukuna is with you and tells you about the dinner he cooked for you and how he beat his brother at a video game they were playing earlier.

You know you are safe when Sukuna is with you. Even the two sinister-looking guys loitering around at the end of the alley quickly leave after casting one look at Sukuna's tattooed face and his tall, muscular body.

You smile and snuggle against Sukuna's warm body, thinking that there are definitely certain benefits to dating a bad boy.

You reach Sukuna's car shortly after, and he holds open the passenger door for you while smirking that sexy, boyish smirk, always acting like an old-fashioned gentleman when it comes to you.

You watch him while he drives, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh, interlacing his long tattooed fingers with your smaller ones.

And you can't stop smiling from ear to ear. Sukuna cooked dinner for you. He came here to pick you up. And you know that he's turning up the heating in his car just for you. He runs on the hot side and doesn't need it. But he's doing it for you, just like he is doing so many little and big things for you all the time. Anything for you, without you ever having to ask for it. Because he loves you.

It makes your heart feel so full.

You lean across the center console at the first red light, pressing another sweet kiss to Sukuna's cheek. But he turns his face so your lips end up on his. You feel his grin against your lips as his large hand captures your chin, cupping it firmly, holding you in place so he can deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth with a few playful flicks of his pierced tongue before he pulls away again.

You smile, your fingers tightening around Sukuna's hand, which is back in your lap,

"Thank you for picking me up, baby."

You see the corners of Sukuna's lips lift in a matching smile even while his gaze is fixed on the street before him, and his voice sounds playful but warm at the same time,

"You're welcome, princess. From now on, I'll pick you up every time you have a late shift. There's no way you're walking through dark alleys without me."

Protective boyfie Sukuna makes me SWOON aaaahhhh. Honestly, this gave me such a feeling of safety. In my old job, I had to do late shifts, too, and I was so scared walking down to the train station and waiting for my train because all those sinister-looking men were already starting to crawl out of their holes, and I felt very unsafe there. Protective boyfie Sukuna would have made me feel SO safe.

I hope this could give you comfort, too 💗💗 Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[cntloup]

Queen!Reader x Knight!Ghost

Part 1 | Part 2

"Where's Simon?" you mumble hazily as soon as you wake up.

"He’s in the war room, attending to his duties, your grace. He left so you could get some rest." your maid answers.

You open your mouth to say that you wish to see him, but close it on second thought.

You've been sleeping most of the time since your miscarriage a few days ago and when you're awake, you only wail and sob.

The thought prevents you from calling to him. You don't want to trouble him any further.

He's grieving as well, and you can't even look him in the eyes. The guilt and shame is too much for you to bear.

You've also been experiencing an immense pain in your lower abdomen which comes and goes, some light bleeding, dizziness and fatigue.

All of which you tried your hardest to hide from him, leaving the room whenever he's present as much as it pains you, but it would hurt you more to put that burden on his shoulders.

You spend all day in bed as every other day, the nurses attending to your pain.

Until night falls and he returns.

You shuffle out of bed with great difficulty, barely standing on your feet until you stumble and nearly collapse on the ground but he's there to catch you in his arms.

And it makes your heart crumble in your chest. It's the first time he’s touched you since that day. But none of it is his fault. You've been avoiding him.

"Love..." he mutters with concern, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." you make a quick excuse that you need to leave for your nightly routine, but he persists.

"Wait. Please. Talk to me, love." he pleads desperately to have his wife back.

"There's nothing to talk about, Simon." you respond coldly and leave the room.

The moment you close the door behind you, you clutch your belly in your hands and let out a silent scream.

But you don't know from the pain in your abdomen or your heart.

You spend the night in another room, not in your bed, not with your husband, but alone.

You don't get much sleep as the ache in your heart becomes unbearable.

You truly miss him.

The gates to the room open and you gasp, startled.

But then your eyes land on him, hair disheveled and eyes puffy and red.

Your gaze softens and tears form in your eyes.

"Love, please. Don't run away this time." he implores, voice almost breaking with a sob.

He lies down beside you, refraining from touching you in case it makes you uncomfortable, or makes you run like a frightened animal.

You sit in silence for a while. This is the most time you've spent together since that day.

"Tell me what's wrong, love. I am worried about you. Please." he pleads again, turning to look at you through glossy eyes.

You don't dare to meet his gaze as you cry silently.

He slowly reaches to wipe your tears, his touch so soft and tender so as not to startle you.

Until you can’t hold back your sobs anymore.

You throw yourself in his arms and wail at the top of your lungs, for the loss of your child, for the pain you have endured all this time, alone, and for missing him.

And he holds you so delicately as you weep together.

And you tell him. All the things you've been hiding from him.

And it only makes him hold you tighter.

[wriothesleybear]

I barely request fanfic ideas but i cant get the thought of a Knight! Wriothesley x Princess! Reader smut outta my head i need it bad 😭😭

~Warnings: mentions of sex, secret relationship, talks of breeding, jealousy, slight angst, fem!reader, smut drabble below cut. Enjoy!

I got you boo!😉❤️ I included some headcanons and there's a bit of a drabble at the end, but I love this idea! Especially if it's a forbidden romance. Knights can't fall in love and marry a princess. Princesses can only marry a prince or a king. But that doesn't stop you two from falling for each other. He tried not to. He knew it was against your kingdom's laws. He could be killed for doing such a thing. But you make it hard for him to hold back, to ignore his desires when you tease him, giving him those lust filled eyes and batting your pretty lashes at him. Cornering him when you get a chance, pushing yourself against him when no one is looking. Fuck. How can he deny you when you're asking him, begging him to fuck you. When you grace your hand down from his chest, to his stomach, to his cock and rub him, he puts a firm but not harsh grip on your hand, pausing your ministrations. "You know we can't princess," he says with a dark look in his eyes. But that doesn't stop you. It only turns you on more. He usually has good self control, trained to be able to withstand the toughest challenges. But when it comes to you, he's weak. He just wants to lose control and give into you. To feel you, to taste you. And god, when you use that excuse 'isn't the knight suppose to do everything the princess asks of him?', he can't say no because you are technically right in a way.

Secret hookups in the darkest corners of the castle, late night fucks when everyone in the castle is fast asleep except for you two, who are busy exploring each other's bodies. You two try to keep your voices down so as to not wake anyone, but it's hard to when Wrio's fucking you so good into your soft mattress. As much as he enjoys hearing your moans and whimpers, most times he has to silence you so you don't get caught. Either by using his hand to cover your mouth, shoving his fingers in your mouth, or by using his own mouth. As much as you beg him to cum inside you, and he would love to, he can't because what if you become pregnant with his child. Your family's reputation would be ruined and he would be killed for 'tainting the kingdom's precious princess'. So for now, he cums on your beautiful, soft skin or in your nice, warm mouth where you swallow it all without a drop wasted. But fuck, would he love to breed you. The thought just makes him hard, pushing him over the edge quickly that he almost misses the chance to pull out, almost accidentally cums inside your womb.

He accompanies you on meetings with potential suitors. He's usually waiting nearby, with a stoic expression on his face, minding his own business but secretly eavesdrops on your conversations with your potential future husband. It drives him wild with jealousy seeing another man greet you with a kiss on the back of your hand, making you blush and laugh when talking with him. Makes him seethe with anger and jealously. He knows he shouldn't be because he already knew that there was no chance for you two to end up together. You were bound to marry a prince for your kingdom and he was bound to be your knight and protect you from danger.

~Drabble below~

Later that night, he drops by your room to do his nightly check in and to say goodnight. When all you do is wish him a good night and nothing more as you ready yourself for bed, he doesn't immediately leave. He stands there and waits for you to make the first move. To kiss him goodnight, and end up asking him to stay a bit longer and lay with you as it usually goes. When you finally notice him standing there in silence, you give him a teasing smile, knowing exactly what he's waiting for. You get up from your vanity chair and walk over to him as he watches your every move. You cup his face in your hands. Closing his eyes, he places his hands over yours, not wanting you to remove them, basking in your gentle touch. You softly call his name, causing him to open his eyes and meet yours. Getting on your tiptoes, you pull his face close to yours. You both melt once your lips meet into a gentle sweet kiss.

It lasts for a few seconds and you both pull away slightly. No words are exchanged as you search each other's eyes and his gaze looks down to your lips, silently asking for more. He doesn't waste anymore time and pulls your lips back to his. This time the kiss lasts longer and is filled with more passion, need, and want. He's trying to express his feelings to you without saying them aloud. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his own around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You return your feelings to him through the kiss as well.

Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up and places you onto your bed, laying on top of you. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pull him closer to you, rubbing his crotch against your core through your night gown. The kiss intensifies as your tongues intertwine with one another and explore each other's mouths. His hand moves to cup your breast, feeling your harden nipple through your thin night gown, slightly pinching it, causing you to gasp into his mouth. He glides his hand down your stomach and hip to your thigh, caressing your soft skin, slightly rising your gown up.

He knows he should stop, pull himself off of you and let you go. He can't let this go on, but he can't stop himself. Not when your whining into his mouth, begging him to touch you more, grinding against his cloth cock, showing him just how much you want him. He wants you just as much. No, needs you just as much. He buries his negative thoughts and just lets go, indulging in his needs. He pushes your dress up and rubs you through your panties, feeling a wet spot. He smirks, loving the effect he has on you. He wastes no time and pulls your panties off, spreading your legs apart and shoving his head between your legs. He sucks, licks, and feasts on your pussy, enjoying your sweet nectar. He could cum just from this. From you withering and moaning his name as he eats you out, your fingers combing through his hair, pulling him closer as you near your orgasm.

When you finally cum, he drinks and licks up every drop, not wanting to waste a single drop of your delicious taste. Once he's finished and removes his face from between your legs, you're gasping for air, chest heaving as you calm down from your high. Once you gather yourself, you pull his face to yours, kissing him as you taste yourself on his mouth. Breaking the kiss, you stare into his eyes and beg him to fuck you. To shove his cock into you and make you cum on it. He doesn't hesitate and removes his slacks, setting his hard cock free from its tight confines. God, does he have a pretty cock. You could stare at it all day, but you don't care about that right now. All you want is for him to be inside you, to hold him close as he thrusts into you, making your legs shake and mind numb.

Grabbing his cock, he rubs his head between your folds, against your sensitive clit as your juices coat his cock. He slowly inches himself inside you, filling you up with his thick cock. Your eyes roll back as you quietly moan. He shudders from the feel of your tight pussy as you clench around him. Once he inserts himself all the way in, he begins a slow pace, watching as his cock slides in and out of you with ease. His eyes move up to your face. He watches the expressions of pleasure as it graces your beautiful features.

Only he can make you feel this way. Only he can see you like this. No one else can. No other man. Only him. But the same goes for you. Only you can make him feel like this. To feel love and pleasure. The only one who can make him lose control. To be willing to break the rules if it meant he'd be with you.

He wants to hear you say it though. To tell him how much you want him. Need him. How much you love him. He halts his movements, causing you to open your eyes in confusion. Cupping your cheek, he stares deeply into your eyes, as if they're searching for something. "Do you love me?" he asks. You're taken aback for a second. "Why are you asking that now Wrio?"

"I need to know. Do you love me?" You notice the slight desperation in his voice, in his eyes. You give him a soft smile, and cup his cheek. "Of course I do."

"Do you love only me?" He inquires for more. "Only you."

"Will you be only mine? No one else's?" "Only yours."

"Do you want only me?" "Yes, only you, Wrio."

"Tell me again. That you only want me. That you're mine." He says as he begins his pace again. You moan, the pleasure making it hard to speak. "Please. Tell me." "Only y-yours. I want o-only you. No one else." Your nails scratch down his back as his pace quickens. He's getting close, your validating words helping to push him towards the edge quicker. "Tell me you love me. Please." "I love you. I love only you Wrio." His breath stutters. "Say it again and keep saying it." You do as he says and repeat the words, declaring your love for him. His eyes close in bliss as he drowns in the pleasure from both your words and the feel of your pussy. He curses as his pace gets sloppy. He knows that he should pull out but he doesn't want to. He wants to cum inside. He needs to claim you for himself. His thoughts are supported as you tell him to cum inside you, begging him to fill you up.

That finally pushes him over the edge. He fills you up, his warm cum spurting into you as you cum on his cock. He kisses you to muffle your moans and screams of pleasure, holding you close as you shake in his hold. He smothers your face with kisses as you calm down. He turns onto his side and holds you close to him. You nuzzle your face into his chest, basking in his warmth and comforting hold. You both lay in silence for a bit until you break it with a question that's been nagging you.

"You asked me to say it but you didn't say it to me." "Hm?" He mumbles. You move your head up to look at him. "You told me to tell you that I love you, but you didn't say it back. Do you love me?" You ask. He can hear the slight nervousness in your voice. Giving you a gentle look and cupping your face, he softly and slowly kisses you. Once he pulls away, he answers your question. "Yes. I love you. There's no one else I love but you. I only want you, just as much as you want me." His words cause your heart to flutter and your eyes to slightly water. You return his smile with your own. You both meet for one last kiss, then snuggle into one another, drowsiness overtaking you two.

Although, your relationship may have to continue to be kept secret until it eventually has to ultimately end, but that doesn't matter right now. He'll indulge and enjoy your time together while he can.

To be continued...?

~a/n: After this ask, I actually want to write another post with headcanons about Knight!Wriothesley x Princess!reader and elaborate on what that relationship would be like. Also, I will be getting to other asks! It just takes me a bit to get the inspiration to finish them because I want them to be good. I do apologize that they are late but I will get them done eventually. Thank you for being patient!🥰❤️