#prompt tag

[commbowman]

Squint - @frankpooleunofficial

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Having his eyeballs frozen was not something Frank had ever expected from an accident at work. Whatever the doctors these days had up their sleeves did a pretty impressive job of letting him see again, but there were still little imperfections and reduced central vision. There were surgeries he could have that would fix it, but they were far riskier than simply leaving it be. He would adapt.

“Looks like freckles…” he said. “I didn’t notice before.”

Maybe he was getting a bit too comfortable, but Frank leaned in close to Halman and inspected the little glowing dots that made up his form. There were speckles of blue, red, yellow, purple, and white all spread about like grains of sand.

“Is that good?” They ask, cocking their head to the side.

Not shrinking away when the other leaned in, uncomfortable not but in the same way as with others. Frank’s examination was different. He noticed things about them not even they had.

When they shifted the dots would move, fluttering around each other as if in a snow globe. It seemed to be representative of them free flowing, barely contained within a form. Doll like and not very detailed— yet incredibly so. He was made of contradictions but that only seemed to impress Frank.

“We never noticed either,” the voices soften together.

Cosmic dust, to put it plainly, he as anything else in the universe was comprised of it. Just more visibly so as he captured it to make himself visible and at some points tangible. In a way he comprised his own cosmos. Flecs, stars maybe, all about him. Some more visible and freckle like than others.

He wondered if it was the others… condition… that led him to be able to notice these details. All that the other, rare few he let see him, ignored.

[blade-that-was-broken]

Concept: On his way back to the Tree (not long after the escape) John Dory saves Clay from being eaten by some critter…

And then ends up following him around cause Clay has no idea how to survive out in the wild and keeps almost getting eaten or walking into dangerous places.

[hebuiltfive]

30 gentle prompts

13: "Lean on me."

John

Hellooooo! Thank you for the ask! This one fought me hard so I hope it reads okay and that it (kind of) fits the prompt!

(#13: Lean On Me from 30 Gentle Prompts)

Poolside

The pastels of dawn finally broke and gave way to the rising sun. Warm golden rays were cast down onto the island and, in the distance, above the crashing of the waves below, distinctive chatter of seabirds filled the morning air.

Having been so used to the silent solitude of orbit, by the cacophony of singing birds had woken John up early than usual. 

Not that he was complaining. One of the only things he missed about being earth-side was being one with nature. 

For a while, John remained laying in bed. With his eyelids closed, he listened to the symphony that was being played beyond his window in contentment. He could have stayed there all day but he eventually grew restless and pulled himself out from under his sheets.

So used to suiting up at a moment’s notice for his work, it took John very little time to get ready for the day. He was dressed and presentable within minutes. Before he left the solitude of his room, he grabbed one of his cameras; if he was up this early, he might as well take the opportunity to shoot some shots.

He traipsed down to the kitchen, being as quiet as his stumbling legs would allow him to be so he wouldn’t wake the rest of his family. A couple of his brothers, he knew, would already have been awake, but the rest of the household deserved all the rest they could get. It had been a difficult week readjusting Dad back into life back on Earth. The break they had requested from the GDF — or rather had asserted the organisation was going to be taking — had been desperately needed. 

John’s idea had been to grab a quick morning snack before heading out onto the peaks but, as he entered the kitchen and noticed the small figure sitting alone on the edge of the pool, John’s plan quickly changed.

He abandoned the idea of breakfast and stepped out onto the cool concrete of the patio. If the sun hadn’t yet risen and the darkness of night had still been reigning supreme, John might have mistaken him for Gordon. But, as the golden rays shone down onto Alan, they made him look like the kid he still barely was.

John quietly stood beside him. “Are you normally up this early?”

Alan, who had his pyjama bottoms rolled up to his knees so his feet could be dipped into the pool, gently shook his head. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Many-a-time had John struggled to wake Alan up, even during one of his naps in the middle of the day. When the kid was out, he was out, so the easy confession made John’s instincts kick in.

Alan not being able to sleep wasn’t normal.

Worried, but determined not to show it, John casually sat himself down beside Alan. His jean cuffs were rolled up to match his little brother’s so he too could dip his feet into the pool.

“Jesus, Alan! This water is freezing!”

“Sun hasn’t warmed it up yet.”

“That’s why the pool has a heating system, you know?”

Alan shrugged. “Seemed like a waste to put it on if it was just my feet in there. It’s okay, they’ve got used to the temperature now.”

Pulling himself back up to stand, John huffed. He didn’t want to calculate how long that meant Alan had been out there. He walked over to the controls, set the pool heater to a sensible temperature, and then made his way back to his brother. When he sat himself back down, he crossed his legs and avoided touching the pool until the water had warmed up.

“What kept you awake?”

Again, Alan shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Nightmares?” John carefully probed. It wouldn’t have been the first time Alan had suffered from night terrors.

To his initial relief, Alan shook his head. His lack of a further verbal response, however, had John still worrying. 

Trust me, he thought to himself. Let me in, Allie. 

He cast a glance over. Sometimes it was easy to forget how young Alan was. Their work with International Rescue had all of them pulling crazy stunts and impossible feats, and Alan made it all look so easy. Sometimes they were all guilty of forgetting that Alan was still technically just a kid. Recently graduating high school didn’t change any of that over-night.

John’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not worrying about college, are you?”

He had thought the idea had been ridiculous to even suggest. This was Alan he was talking to. The kid would not only get the best pick of schools but he was also incredibly capable of doing anything he set his mind to.

The way Alan froze at his question, however, seemed to suggest that John had accidentally hit the nail on the head.

“Really? You know you have nothing to worry about there.” John continued, but when his brother still didn’t give him an answer, he coaxed, “Alan, come on. Talk to me. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a moment, John wasn’t sure whether Alan was going to say anything ever again. His blue eyes were fixed on a lone canary coloured float that was drifting at the far end of the pool.

“Nothing’s going— My mind isn’t— I’m just…” Alan sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “I don’t know.”

“That’s useful.”

John’s dry sarcasm was unusually welcomed by his younger brother, who cracked a small smile.

“Is it about choosing the college? Or the major? Or about making friends? Because, you do know that you will excel at all of that, regardless of anything that’s thrown in your way, right?”

Alan’s head shook. “No. No, it’s none of that.”

“Then what is it? Surely nothing is worse than those things. Are you worried about living away from home? Or—” 

“It’s Dad.”

John stopped mid-sentence and watched as his brother inhaled sharply.

“Dad?”

Alan’s fingers picked nervously at the hem of his pyjama shirt. A thread that had come loose was in danger of being completely pulled out. “Well, not Dad himself… It’s my… I don’t know. Maybe it is…”

Without checking the temperature, John dangled his legs over the edge of the pool once again so he could more easily shuffle closer to his younger brother. He was thankful the water had begun to heat up nicely so his feet didn’t freeze this time around. John placed his camera down beside him and gently took Alan’s hands in his in a feeble attempt to save the pyjama top from further destruction.

“Having Dad home is great, that’s not what I’m trying to say, by the way.” Alan quickly blurted out. “But, up until now, he was always, like, a figment of my imagination. He wasn’t real. There was no-one that I needed to impress, you know? I mean, other than Scott but… Scotty’s different. Dad’s… Dad.”

“Alan, you don’t need to worry about impressing him.”

“You don’t get it.”

“As the middle child of four impressive brothers, I think I do.” John attempted a soft smile, but Alan didn’t seem to notice.

“Try being the youngest of four impressive brothers.” He sighed again. “That’s not the point, though. Dad being back… I always dreamed of that day, no matter how impossible it seemed, and now that it’s happened and it’s real… I don’t know. Living up to whatever it is he’s hoped for us is kind of… scary?”

John wrapped an arm around Alan’s shoulders, but his brother remained as stiff as a rod. Softly, he attempted to pull him closer, but Alan shook him off.

He stood up, splashing John as his feet snapped out of the water with haste. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t pick up bad habits from Scott.”

“But I am, okay? I don’t need to be hugged or coddled, I just need to… I just need to grow up.”

The assertion had John stumped for a moment. Whilst Alan had been the youngest of them all, never had he shows signs of immaturity when it mattered. In some ways, John grieved the fact that Alan was never able to experience a normal childhood as he and his two older brothers had done. Even Gordon had received a semblance of normality before they’d all uprooted and moved to the island. Alan had been “grown up” for a far longer amount of time than he should have been. 

“Don’t say that.”

“What, the truth?”

“Alan…”

With less speed than his brother, John lifted his feet from the pool and stood himself up too.

“What if I’m not good enough, Johnny?” Alan’s voice broke, his face contorted to try and keep the tears at bay. “What if I’m a disappointment to Dad?”

“You’re not going to be.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah, I do. You want to know why?”

Alan seemed unsure as to whether he should have allowed John to continue. He fidgeted, swaying from one leg to the other as his fingers pulled at that single thread of his shirt once again.

John didn’t wait for Alan to offer up an answer. He knew that an answer wasn’t going to be in the cards. “I know because of all the things I’ve seen you do, Alan. You say that you’re worried you won’t impress Dad but you impress us all every single day.”

He took a pause, allowing Alan a chance to try and negate that comment. When he didn’t, John stepped towards him and placed his hands on his shoulders. Alan’s watery eyes lifted to meet John’s.

“You’re already an amazing person, Alan, regardless of what Dad thinks, though I know he thinks it too.”

“How?”

“When we were in the Oort Cloud, I was co-piloting with Virgil and we had Dad onboard. You were flying ahead in Three and Dad was watching you pilot that craft with such awe, Alan. He asked us who taught you to fly like that. We told him you were a natural and he looked so proud of you, Allie. You don’t need to worry about proving yourself to him. That’s not something you’ve ever needed to be worried about.”

Alan crumbled at that. He fell forward and into John’s arms. The outburst was no doubt at least partly due to the fact that none of them had yet taken the time that week to fully process the fact that Dad was home. If John thought too hard about it, about what Alan had just confessed and what he’d said in response, he might have risked becoming overwhelmed too. No longer did they have to come up with imaginary what-ifs when it came to their father. Anything they wondered about, they could now confirm with a simple conversation and that… That was going to take some getting used to again.

Alan sobbed into John’s shirt, but John just held him. Their conjoined shadow began to show on the rocks behind them as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky.

“It’s okay, Allie. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“Sorry… ‘m sorry…”

John pulled him in tighter. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“But you shouldn’t… need… I’m fine.”

His lips dared a smile. “I know, but I am and it’s alright. It’s always alright.”

Alan broke away and roughly wiped his cheeks with the back on his hand. “You were busy.”

“I wasn’t.”

He followed Alan’s gaze as it trailed over to the abandoned camera still sitting by the poolside.

“I was just going to take some photos of the sunrise.” John clarified.

“And I ruined that.”

“Hey, no. No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.” Alan hiccuped through a sniffle. “You had to become my emotional support again.”

“You know that I’m always willing to be that, Alan. You know you can lean on me whenever you need to, no matter what, okay?”

“But your photos!”

“I can still take some.” 

John observed the sky quickly, squinting as the warm sunlight bathed the pool in morning light, and then glanced back at Alan. “You can join me if you like? That way we can talk more, if you wanted?”

Alan pondered the question for a moment before offering a small nod. “Let me grab some shoes.”

[kitweewoos]

Dialogue Prompts - Part Eight

You know what? I should've seen that one coming.  

Have you ever considered that you are not actually invincible? 

It takes so much effort to sleep, and it takes no effort to continue sitting and be angry about it. 

There’s something there.  

It’s a – what is it? 

That one’s on me, I’ll admit.  

It’s probably the best thing to happen to me in like six months. 

A lemon curd pool sounds like exactly how I want to die. 

I mean this with the utmost respect in my heart; what the fuck are you talking about? 

Don’t make a big thing of it, alright? 

Thank you, you can stop comforting me now. 

I never thought I’d get another chance.  

Sometimes I think I’m too unhinged, and then things like this happen, and I think, maybe I’m the right amount of hinged. 

This is me trying my best.  

Where do you even store all this useless knowledge?  

Wow, look at that, you managed to teach a new trick to an old monkey. 

Hold on, back up a second, what did you say about my child? 

You know I have to kill you for this, right? 

What is in your mouth? 

I will give you a treat if you just lay down and go to sleep.  

[buy me a coffee]

[banannabethchase]

New prompt set! Send me a number (dialogue) and/or a letter (an AU/setting) and a pairing and I'll give it my best shot!

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Number set: Dialogues

"Who thinks like that?!"

"Definitely do that again. Like, never stop, levels of do that again."

"Watch what you say around the kid!"

"Honestly, you could go deeper."

"I did it! It's ugly, but I did it!"

"Take a seat - the show is about to begin."

"Is this sexy? I feel like this is somehow sexy."

"Would you put down Twitter for five minutes?!"

"Five star match? More like five star ass."

"We could get pizza afterwards."

"I'm tired, but I'm not that tired."

"This is too much. I can't handle it."

"Did you clean the bathroom?"

"You took my headband, you little shit!"

"Um, obviously!"

Letter set: Scenarios

a) College AU

b) Coffeeshop AU

c) Locked/trapped in a room together

d) Teachers AU

e) Texted something sensitive to the wrong number

f) Artists AU

g) Haven't-met-in-person-but-we're-planning-to AU

h) Snowed in on a group trip oops now just two of us are stuck here another night

i) Demigods AU

j) Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU

[musings-of-a-lovesick-fool]

Nsft prompt list

Send in a character/ship and a number (or multiple) and i'll write a fic for it!

1. Missionary

2. Doggy style

3. Sitting in lap

4. Against a tree/wall

5. Dry humping

6. Fingering

7. Oral

8. Cock warming

9. Mommy/Daddy kink

10. Bondage

11. Gag/Gagging

12. Impact play

13.  Shibari

14.  Sadism/Masochism

15.  Role play

16. Voyeurism/Exhibitionist

17. Wax play

18. Dirty Talk

19. Nipple play

20. Blindfold

21. Orgasm control/edging

22. Praise

23. Degradation

24. Accidental stimulation

25. Public play

26. Breath play

27. Bareback

28. On a motorbike

29. In a car

30. Begging

31. Pet play

32. Double penetration

33. Face fucking

34. Face sitting

35. Wrestling/Play fighting

36. Frotting

37. Tribbing

38. Thigh fucking

39. Intoxication/Drugged

40. Mirror sex

41. Latex/gloves

42. Strip tease

43. Uniform

44. Biting

45. Thigh riding

46. Sensation play

47. Somnophilia

48. Toys

49. Strap on

50. Pegging

51. Teasing

52. Grinding

53. Phone sex

54. Obsessive/Possessive sex

55. Quickie

56. Under the desk

57. On the kitchen table/counter

58. During a movie

59. Hatefucking

60. Overstimulation

61. Body worship

62. Primal play

63. Vibrator play

64. Morning sex

65. Religious play

66. Dubcon

67. Caging

68. Hair pulling

69. Fuck toy

70. Gang bang

71. Putting the condom on for them <3

72. Soft and loving

73. Shower sex

74. With people in the other room

75. Aftercare

76. Threesome

77. Giggly carefree sex

78. First time with specific person

79. Glory hole

80. In heat/a rut

[icehearts]

geranium ; a flower of folly .. for a time my muse was foolish or acted foolishly.

Thank you so much for the ask! These are so fun.

[ floral-inspired questions ]

geranium ; a flower of folly .. for a time my muse was foolish or acted foolishly.

Telling a bald-faced lie to a Brass Blade in order to cover for a wanted Garlean operative inside Ul'dah? That counts as foolish, I would think. In her defense, Esca wasn't fully aware of who Silas was or what he had done; her petty grudge against the Brass Blades simply mandated that she obstruct whatever facade of justice they were pursuing. (This act of foolishness would pay off though, as their temporary alliance eventually becomes a valuable mentorship and treasured friendship.)

[thefanclub]

On christmas my parental f/os fist fight each other, the winner gets the #1 dad mug

[ctedcicle]

epicsmp

ted works all day as a milkman running errands and charlie stays home

he gets lonely and gets over excited when ted comes home :)

cuddles

[writing-desk-rae]

Please like or reblog if you plan to use a prompt and I would really appreciate it if you tag your work with "rae's prompt extravaganza" and "rae's coldflash 2023" so I can see it! If your work is on ao3 you can add/bookmark it to the Collections Rae's Prompt Extravaganza or Rae's Coldflash Prompt Collection 2023, or tag it so I can find it!

[hebuiltfive]

Hellooo!

How about our boy Scotty and #22?

Hellooo! Thank you for the ask! My words were not wording, so I hope this is okay and makes sense (I did read it back, but I don't think my brain is firing properly). Also I wasn't sure how to end it so apologies for the sudden finish! We're travelling back in time for some Wee!Tracys for this one!

(#22: You've Got Something On Your Face from 30 Gentle Prompts)

Pie

Time-keeping was a skill that little Scott was very proud of having. The watch Jeff had bought him for his recently passed ninth birthday had been a cherished present and Scott had worn it with every outfit, even when the bright blue of the watch didn’t exactly match the attire chosen. He didn’t care. It helped him keep track of time which, as he often pointed out to his younger siblings, was a very important thing to do.

Hence why Scott became irate this morning.

Before bed, he had asked his father all the necessary questions regarding how long it would take to drive out to the track and what time would be best for him to set his alarm. Jeff had helped him navigate the itinerary before tucking him in for the night and wrestling with Lucille over Scott not needing to be so organised at the tender age of nine. Scott had heard part of their conversation, but their words had soon drowned out as sleep claimed him.

When he had woken in the morning, he was on time and raring to go. His bag had been packed the night before so all he had to worry about was getting ready to leave, but that was when it all went wrong.

He strolled downstairs, his bag grasped excitedly in his hand, prepared to see his father waiting to drive him over to the club… Only Jeff wasn’t in the living room. He wasn’t on the front porch and, when Scott traipsed through to the kitchen, he noticed he wasn’t there either.

Virgil was sat at the table. In one hand, he held a spoon that was dripping with milk and cereal. In the other, he held an orange coloured crayon, which currently held more of his attention. When Scott entered, Virgil’s head lifted.

“Dad had to go over to Grandpa’s. Something had happened.”

Scott’s heart sunk. “What? What happened?”

“Nothing bad!” Virgil quickly amended at the look of dread on his older brother’s face. “Grandpa said it was urgent though, and Dad said he would have been back by now.”

Scott slammed his bag onto the table before lifting himself into one of the dining chairs with a huff.

Virgil steadied his bowl of breakfast with a tut. “Careful! You’ll ruin my homework!”

“What are you working on?” Scott asked, peering over the box of cereal to try and make out what Virgil had been colouring. Being on the opposite side of the table, it took Scott a minute to decipher the picture. “Is that a pigeon?”

“No! We’re studying regional birds. This is the titmouse.” He held up the orange colour proudly. “He has some orange around his sides!”

“Orange is boring. You should colour it blue.”

“It wouldn’t be accurate.”

“So? It would look cooler.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, throwing over another sheet of paper towards Scott. It landed upside down but, when Scott flipped it over, he noticed an already completed picture.

“That’s a bluejay.” Virgil explained as Scott’s eyes widened.

“I’ve seen these! There were some in one of the parks when me and Dad visited Wichita last month.”

“You can keep it.”

Scott’s eyes tore away from the perfectly coloured in picture — honestly, Virgil had a real talent for his art projects — to glance back at his brother. “What about your homework?”

“I only needed to do one, but I got inspired so I did them all. You can keep that one.”

Before he could utter his thanks aloud, Lucille walked into the kitchen with John trailing behind her. When she caught sight of Scott, he expression saddened. “Scott, honey, I’m so sorry but you might have to join the afternoon class today. Your dad did say he’d be back by now but…”

“It’s alright. Virgil coloured me in a bird.” Scott held up the picture for his mother to see.

“That’s lovely, sweetie.” She smiled fondly and then ruffled his hair. “Now, breakfast?”

Scott frowned. “But what if dad gets home when I’m eating?”

“You shouldn’t really start the day without breakfast, Scot. What about some cereal, like Virgil? Or I could make you some pancakes if you’d prefer.”

A dull thud and then the cries of a toddler came from the next room. Lucille ran out to check on Gordon before she noticed Scott’s grimace at her suggestions.

“Mommy is right, Scotty.” Virgil said, as John clambered up onto one of the chairs to join his older brothers. “Food is good.”

Scott rolled his eyes. He wasn’t particularly hungry and he hadn’t planned on having anything before his first day of training. Though he wouldn’t admit it to any of them, he had been feeling anxious all night. His sports teacher had signed him up for the track club after claiming he saw potential in Scott, and Scott had been excited to start ever since he’d agreed to give the club a go, but now the day had approached, he was nothing but nervous. Eating was the last thing on his mind.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Just have something small.” Virgil offered his bowl. “You can have the rest of mine, if you’d like?”

Scott shook his head. Cereal, especially the kind that was now soggy from being left in the milk too long, was the least appealing option. He jumped off the chair and scoured the kitchen. Both Virgil and John watched him curiously as he opened cupboards and debated between boxes and tins. Eventually, during his perusal of the refrigerator, he caught sight of the remainder of Mom’s freshly made apple pie and his eye brightened.

He took the pie from the shelf and placed it on the counter. Once he retrieved a clean plate from one of the cupboards, Scott carefully sliced himself a piece. He was acutely aware of his two brothers staring at him. Smugly, he returned the rest of the pie to the fridge and then took his seat at the table again.

“That isn’t breakfast!” Virgil claimed as Scott began to tuck into the pie.

“Mom said I had to eat. This is what I want to eat.”

“But it isn’t healthy!”

Scott’s eyes flitted from Virgil’s horrified expression to John’s curious gaze. He shrugged. “It tastes good though.”

“Mommy said pie is for the puds.” John frowned, finally understanding what his older brother had chosen to do and deciding to show he was unhappy about it. “Not morning time!”

Another couple of bites of pie were taken and Scott rolled his eyes. “It’s fine, Johnny. Mom won’t know. I’ll eat it really fast, look!”

But John had already jumped down from the table and had left the kitchen. 

Unfazed, Scott continued to eat at a hurried pace. Whilst he technically didn’t do anything wrong by helping himself to the apple pie, he didn’t fancy having to explain his choices to Lucille and so wanted to be rid of any evidence before she returned.

“Ew, Scott, slow down! You’re getting crumbs everywhere!”

“Stop bein’ such a baby, ‘Gil.” He involuntary spat more crumbs everywhere, causing Virgil to cover his colouring to avoid the sheet getting tainted.

It took Scott no less than a few minutes to finish the plate. He grinned widely. “See? Nothing to worry about!”

Virgil clamped a hand over his mouth as the front door to the ranch clicked open and Jeff’s voice boomed through to them.

“Scotty? Ready to go?”

With furrowed brows of confusion at his younger brother’s obvious amusement, Scott hopped off the dining chair. The pie sat heavy in his stomach as he jumped, the nervousness beginning to set back in again, but he pushed it aside.

Just as Scott was about to run through to greet Jeff, Lucille appeared from the next room. She stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Slow down. You’ll cause an accident— Oh, Scotty.”

There was a glint of amusement in her eyes that matched Virgil’s quiet giggles.

Scott frowned. “What?”

“What have I told you about leaving those pies for pudding, not for breakfast?”

His cheeks warmed. “I didn’t…”

“No? So why is your little face covered in the red sauce and crumbs?”

His mother’s fingers carefully wiped at the corners of his mouth as she asked him her question. There was no accusatory tone, only soft delight.

Scott batted her fingers away. How embarrassing! “Mom! Stop! It’s fine! I’m already late!”

Behind him, Virgil was finding it hard to contain his chuckles. 

Scott offered him a glare, finally realising what his younger brother had found so funny. “You didn’t even tell me!”

“You would have found out eventually! That’s what happens when you eat something you’re not supposed to, Scotty.”

“Boys.” Jeff stood behind his wife in the doorway. “No fighting.”

“We wasn’t fighting.” Virgil clarified, his smile still large and beaming despite his inaccurate phrasing.

“We were about to.” Scott mumbled before being ushered out of the kitchen by Lucille.

Jeff took Scott’s shoulders to direct him through to the porch. “Come on, let’s get you going. We can make it for the afternoon class and… Scott, why are your clothes covered in pie crumbs?”

[kitweewoos]

Bash/Theo + "Is that on fire?"

happiness is the truth

kitthekazoo

Summary:

Theo tries to do something nice for Bash and Amira, and fails spectacularly.

Relationships:

Bashir Hamed/Theo Hunter

Amira Hamed & Theo Hunter

Characters:

Bashir Hamed

Theo Hunter

Amira Hamed

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship

Domestic

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

[read it now on ao3]

[banannabethchase]

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a ficlet 250 words or less!

"Who exactly put you in charge? So I know where to file the complaint."

"I didn't say it was sexy, I said it could be sexy."

"Was that an attempt at seduction?"

"Warn me next time!"

"Okay, but would you consider doing anything else?"

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal in at least 20 states."

"Which one of you came up with this bullshit? It had to be one of you."

"That's not your car."

"When was the last time your slept?"

"Coffee doesn't count as water, but I appreciate the effort."

"How about you don't do that."

"Oreos are absolutely not the best cookie."

"You got a hair tie? Mine snapped."

"Is...is that a bright purple penis?"

"Can I borrow your shirt? I promise I won't wreck this one."

"That is not how to use a belt."

"Is that sacrilegious? It feels sacrilegious."

"These are vintage!" "Those are ugly."

"Why are you wearing a tiara?!" "Because I'm a pretty princess. Fuck you."

"Don't pull my ponytail like a preschooler. If you want to fuck me, fuck me."

"I'm not scared. I'm concerned."

"You didn't need to jump!"

"Sometimes I wonder if you do these things on purpose."

"Do you think it counts as hatefucking if it's a professional conflict?"

"I would not be surprised if you got struck by lightning right now."

"The battery died!"

"For a hip thrust that was pretty lackluster."

"For a mediocre white man, you really are enthusiastic."

"I know you meant that to be scary but it was actually really hot."

"Ew." "Ew?! That's all you have to say, ew?!"

[musings-of-a-lovesick-fool]

Hi! Could I request a John Seed x GN!Reader fic using nsft prompt #2 and/or #38? Thank you!

This turned out longer than I intended but you gave me two of my favourites from the list so I went a bit feral! I went with a deputy reader for this as that's my favourite John dynamic hope that's alright, if you want something different feel free to send another request <3

Prompt(s): Doggy style + Thigh fucking

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, implied kidnapping, barebacking, creampie

Words: 4, 137

The last two peggies hit the dirt one after the other, groans and strangled gargles get lost in the sound of a revving engine as you duck behind an overturned truck. Your bare knee digs into the dirt as you quickly empty and reload your shotgun, listening to the two cultists choke on their own blood. Looking to the left you can see the reflection of the two men on the white van they'd driven here in. You can see them writhe for a few more seconds until both of them fall limp.

You wait for a few more moments, listening closely you only hear the soft whimpers and pleads from the civilians tied up on the road. Taking that as your cue you get up from your cover and crouch walk your way over to the first one. He's a young man with a blue baseball cap and his face is tearstained, the large bruise on his temple makes you cringe in sympathy and you slide your shotgun over your shoulder and take your knife from its holster.

"You're alright, I got you,"

"Thank you deputy! Oh god, I thought I was a goner for sure,"

"Not on my watch,"

You manage to cut him loose but as he's thanking you again a sharp pain shoots through your back. You shove him out of the way and fall to your knees as your vision goes blurry, speckles of white dance in the corner of your eyes and you barely notice as the civilian runs off; the other one screaming in panicked hysteria. Your knife falls to the dirt and panic rises in your throat as you realise what's happening; you've been shot with a bliss bullet. You curse under your breath and try to crawl towards the treeline but you know it's useless, all of your limbs slowly grow heavy and your eyes fight to stay open.

Your cheek meets the dirt as you lose control, the last thing you see are a pair of muddied boots stepping into your line of sight and the end of a sniper rifle.

Then everything goes black.

When you come too the air is no longer clear and fresh but muggy and thick; it drags in your nose and struggles out of your throat. You cough and roll onto your side, instead of dirt there's a stiff mattress under you. It takes you a minute to open your eyes and adjust to the light, or lack thereof. You groan as you push yourself up into a sitting position, as soon as your mind clears and you remember what region you were in it sinks in where you are.

John's bunker.

Of course. This is what you got for helping civilians, a bliss bullet to the shoulder blade and a date with everyone's favourite sadistic baptist. Your hands and feet weren't tied this time at least, that was one thing to be thankful for. Testing your legs you push yourself up, stumble to the large door and lean against it with a heaving sigh. No problem. You'd just get out, you always do. No need to dawdle.

There was no more Hudson to save, you'd gotten her out months ago thanks to John getting a bit too comfortable with you, so it would be a straight shot to the exit. Well, a straight shot past the amped up security and extra outside patrols that is. John wasn't too impressed with your five minute visits where he didn't get to even catch a glimpse of you, it defeated the whole purpose and he made sure you got an earful over the radio each time it happened.

Rolling your neck to ease some of the tension in your back you take stock of your inventory; which after being stripped of any obvious weapons was not much. A few lock picks and a throwing knife that had been tucked away in your boot were all you had left on you. It would have to do.

Unlocking the door and getting into the halls was the easy part, sneaking past all the peggies undetected would prove to be more difficult. You keep low to the ground, duck and roll behind crates and take down one or two stragglers as you make your way through the bunker. During your escapade you pick up a forty four Magnum and classic AK forty seven; neither had a silencer so you opted to keep them for a last resort if you got caught. The last thing you wanted to do was draw too much attention to yourself, not yet anyway.

You pause by a corner, hiding behind two crates as you listen for any peggies. You can hear light chatter down the hall you planned to go down and turn to look for an alternate path, an all too familiar staircase catches your eye and you take a moment to consider if going up it right now was really worth it. The last time you were in that room you had gotten a bit too intimate with John and not in the way Joseph or the resistance would approve of you were certain of that.

The thought almost makes you snicker but you bite it down, the chatter gets louder and you make up your mind quickly. Shuffling toward the stairs you begin to climb them slowly, anyone could be up there. You just hoped you wouldn't find any sorry sucker tied to a chair, that would just make you feel bad for not following through with Hudson's wishes of burning the bunker to the ground when you had the chance.

Much to your relief the room is empty, you stop to survey it; dragging your eyes from the awful antler chandelier with its ominous red lighting to the leather chair and metal table and cabinets off to your left. You walk in slowly, watching the dark corners with suspicion before walking up to the leather chair. It was different from the one you'd been strapped to, that one you had unceremoniously broken during your first escape attempt and used as a temporary defence.

The small cabinet beside the chair was in the same spot as you remembered, John's little toolkit sat proudly on it and you couldn't help but remember when you'd knocked it down and spilt its contents all over the floor. It had been John's fault really, if he had waited instead of bending you over it with the force and energy of a dog in heat you could have moved it a bit more gracefully.

The memory brings a shameful smile to your face and you try to bite it down as you turn away. Your skin feels hot as you remember his touch on your skin, needy and rough and merciless as ever.

You shake your head lightly as your heart pounds against your ribs, you really have lost it over the course of this holy war. Standing in John's bunker reminiscing on when he fucked you out of frustration, getting worked up over it and maybe feeling an inkling of hope that he was here. You remembered a time when you feared being alone with him for more than a second and now you wanted him to be here more than you wanted to leave.

It was because of more than what had happened between you but you weren't about to go around making any damning confessions; not to John and definitely not to yourself.

Scraping of metal from behind you catches your attention but before you can turn around you can feel the AK forty seven get ripped away from your back, the strap yanking you along with it. You drop the handgun as you stagger back, attempting not to lose your footing but then the slicing of leather resounds clear in the air and your only other line of defence is taken away. The butt end of the gun jabs into your back, sending you stumbling forward and you catch yourself on the metal table.

"Well well, what a surprise deputy—well no, actually this is exactly where I expected you'd be; you're getting a bit predictable my dear,"

"I'm getting predictable? Talk to me when you find a better way of getting me here other than a bliss bullet sweetheart,"

"Maybe if you didn't ignore my calls I wouldn't have to waste those bullets on you," he grabs your arm tightly, shoving you forward and you feel the metal of the table dig into your stomach, "really, you know where to find me you could make more of an effort," he mutters, lips brushing against the shell of your ear and you can't help but roll your eyes at the casual dramatics.

"Sorry John, it's hard to find the time to drop by when i'm busy blowing up your shit and freeing people from your brother's freaky cult," You huff defiantly, shoving yourself back into him in attempts to rid yourself of the discomfort the cold metal table was inflicting on you. John grunts as your ass grinds back on his crotch and he laughs shortly against the back of your neck, he tosses the AK so he can grab your hip, tattooed fingers digging into your skin and holding you still. The action sends a shiver up your spine and you can't help but admit you had missed the less than gentle way he held you.

"If you're, oh so busy, why didn't you just escape? I know you're more than capable of getting out of here deputy and yet—here you are," He taunts you, hot breath fanning along your skin and lips brushing against your neck.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you try to think of an answer. Why didn't you just escape? Was the memory of what you two had done just a few feet away from this table so enticing that you just had to revisit the scene of the crime? God you were a mess, but who could really blame you given the circumstances? You were under more stress than most people had to go through in their whole lives and one of the people you were pitted against happened to be extremely alluring and convincing.

John's hands run down your sides at your silence, his breath still tickling your neck as his fingertips drag over the fabric of your shirt. You can hear the shudder in his breathing as his hands slide down your thighs and you can't hide the way your body reacts as his calloused fingertips meet your skin. You knew these shorts were a bad fucking idea. But god how you missed how his hands felt on you. They were warm and slender and the way they kneaded your soft skin was almost intoxicating.

"I know why you didn't escape, deputy," He whispers and you hate that you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh?" You mutter back weakly, your thoughts slowly waning as all your senses focus on the heat radiating from John and how he felt pressed up against you.

"You wanted me to catch you, just like this, right here—missing something perhaps?" John teases and your head falls forward a fraction as his hands drag up your inner thigh, stopping inches away from your crotch. 

"Okay, well you caught me. Now what?" You snap, but it has no heat to it and John chuckles.

"Now, I believe," his lips ghost over your neck and his words wash over your skin hotly, "you need to say yes," he purrs, leaning forward so he is now flush against you. You can feel his excitement through his jeans and you resist the urge to squirm and grind back on him.

"... To what?" You breath out, mind fuzzy as you try to process his sultry words, which was getting harder as his hands continued to grope your thighs and wander freely across your hot skin.

"To me—say yes; confess what has been eating away at you since you stepped foot into the Father's church, what has been itching inside of you since our last… Encounter," he chuckles the last word and you feel your insides twist at the mere thought of it.

You swallow thickly as his fingers dig into your flesh, his hips grind against yours and you can feel that cursed heat bubbling away in the pit of your stomach against your will as his hard on rubs against you. You bow your head even lower as you try to make your mind up, you could give in and enjoy another round of amazing sex or you could keep some of your dignity and leave while you still could. But you were here for a reason, even if you didn't want to admit it, and that reason was needily rutting against you right now.

A warm palm sliding down the front of your shorts extinguishes any last traces of your hypothetical rebellion; the heat between your thighs only made worse by those nimble fingers dragging along the rough fabric. You rub your thighs together and grind down against his hand with a shaky breath, your own need painfully obvious as you gave in to it.

"I'm waiting," John all but sings into the shell of your ear, his hand dragging up and down the fabric over your crotch and creating a delicious friction.

"Y–es!" You stammer out the words breathlessly, rocking back against him and reaching back to grab the hand still firm on your hip. He grunts and pushes you forward again, the cold metal of the table digging into your pelvis uncomfortably as he did.

"Yes what?" He snaps, teeth grazing your neck as his hands leave your skin. You feel disappointed by the lack of contact for only a moment before you hear him unbuckling his belt, the sound of the leather sliding out of the jean loops igniting a fire within you.

"Yes John," You take a long breath and consider your next words carefully, "I want you—I need you," you mutter the words like you're confessing your sins to a pastor and John lets out a pleased hum from behind you. Rewarding your shoulder with a feverish kiss as he savours the words he'd been waiting to hear for months.

"Lust—A very dangerous sin deputy, it so easily consumes us if we let it," His words trail off and you bite your lip as you feel his jeans drop down to his knees. You can't even bring yourself to care how hypocritical that was. You want to turn around and see what he's doing but his chest is still flush against your back and restricting you from moving.

"I suppose it's my fault, I do keep indulging you like this after all," he sighs and that's when you feel the head of his cock poke the back of your bare thighs. It's warm against your skin and it takes everything in you not to squirm in anticipation.

You can't help but moan as he slides between your thighs, looking down you can see the flushed head dripping with precum and already twitching with need. John lets out an airy moan of his own, resting his chin on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. Even just having your thighs squeezing him is enough to send jolts of pleasure through his lower half and you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting worked up yourself.

"I can't really be blamed for it either though; when one dangles an apple in front of a starving mans lips it's impossible for him not to take a small bite," He starts to thrust his hips at a slow pace as he murmurs against your skin; drawing them back slowly and pushing them forward with enough force to knock you forward into the table each time. You keep your thighs tensed, revelling in the heat and the friction he was creating with each jerk of his hips.

You could feel his heartbeat against your back, hard and fast as he loses himself to fucking your thighs. He pants in your ear, his hot breath tickling you as you cling to the table and whine uselessly. His precum smears against your thighs, coating the both of you as he picks up his pace. Just feeling him sliding against your skin drives you crazy, your stomach twisting and churning with want each time his hips slam against your ass.

What a sight this would have been to anyone else, the brave, heroic deputy clinging to a table in John's bunker; whimpering and gasping like a drowned sailor all the while John greedily held onto them with an iron grip, using their thighs for his own pleasure. You could care less how you looked in the moment, especially as John ripped your shirt down, exposing your skin which he immediately started trailing open mouthed kisses along.

You tilt your head as those kisses meet your neck, sighing as he begins to suck on the sensitive flesh. You gasp his name as he nips at you, not too hard to break the skin but enough to feel it. Hearing his name fall from your lips in such a sinful way sends John into a frenzy, groaning and moving his hands down to hold your hips in place. Your thighs were soaked, sweat and cum dripping down them as he bucks his hips against you in such an animalistic way. It was really hot, pride be damned, you were into this.

"Fuck," John grunts, resting his forehead on your shoulder. He pushes your forward more onto the table, so your chest is pressed against the cold metal. The contrast of the cold table and his warm body is oddly pleasant and with the new angle you can just glance over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of John.

His usually immaculately kept hair is messy, stray strands falling against his brow as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. His chest is heaving, his bunker key swinging with his aggressive motions. The expression on his face as he catches your gaze is downright sinful, those striking blue eyes are pools of desire and having them solely focused on you is suffocating; in a good way. You can only imagine what you look like, pressed against the table, lips parted as you suck in deep gulps of air—by the look in his eye you could tell he was more than enjoying the view.

Apparently having your eyes on him is too much and his head falls back down as his hips stutter against you. You feel him cum between your thighs and it sends jolts of excitement through you as it runs down your skin. You grin, reaching down to palm the head of his cock and delighting in the way he jumped and moaned at the contact. His cum smears across your palm and you can't help but bring it to your lips, tasting him and glancing back at him again to see him staring at you with half lidded eyes.

"You are cruel deputy," he huffs and you smirk.

"And you're easy to tease," You hum, but your prideful teasing is cut short as he pulls you up. You stumble but he catches you, grabbing your jaw and crashing a bruising kiss to your lips. His mouth was desperate, his hands needy as they groped you and you were weak to it all. Weak to how much he wanted you, to how he ran his tongue over your bottom lip and was all too eager to devour you. You wonder when it had become this, whatever it was between you, when it had turned from mutual resentment to this dance of desire and complicated feelings.

Maybe it didn't matter, not right now anyway. Not when John was pulling you down to the ground and tearing at your clothes like a man starved of human touch getting his first taste of skin in years. Your knees meet the cold floor and John is quick to shimmy your shorts down, pushing you forward and letting out an appreciative hum as he runs his hands down your ass.

"I missed this—I missed you," he corrects himself, leaning over you to trail kisses down your back. His tone is almost sweet and if his fingers weren't busy teasing you you'd probably take it more wholesomely.

"You missed fucking me,"

"That too, of course," he chuckles and runs his fingers along your excitement, "I'll assume you missed me too," he purrs and you bite your lip.

He pulls your hips back and you moan as he rubs his cock against you, slipping inside of you with ease. You both groan at the feeling and you push yourself back, unable to wait for him, and sheath him fully inside of you. John lets out a strangled noise, a moan weakly trailing off as he adjusts to the feeling of being inside you. His cock fits perfectly inside of you and you revel in the feeling of being full and the feeling of him throbbing inside of you.

"You feel absolutely divine," John breaths out, peppering your back with kisses as he grinds against you for a moment before pulling out.

"So do you," You moan, grinning as his hips snap back, setting a quick pace instantly—getting off with your thighs had obviously riled him up. It feels amazing, feeling his warm cock drag inside you. With every thrust he hits just the right spot, your body rocking with him and tingling with pleasure. You moan, not caring who could hear you, his name tumbling from your lips between each moan and gasp as he fucks you recklessly.

His hands dig into your hips and he pulls you back with each forward thrust, your own name being chanted into the air like a prayer as he loses himself to the pleasure. Your fingers dig into the ground and you can feel drool drip down your chin, in any other circumstance you'd feel embarrassed about how shameless you were being; but god you feel so good. Your body was on fire, that knot in your stomach was coiling and getting tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

You choke on a moan as one of his hands slide under you, his fingers expertly toying with you and only making the tension in your stomach swell. Your mind is all but blank, you were drunk on the feeling of John sliding in and out of you and his delicate hand pushing you closer and closer to release. John slurs your name, muttering things you can barely decipher through your haze as you feel your arms give up on you.

You rest your cheek against the floor, John hiking your hips up further and hitting even deeper inside you. You both moan shamelessly and after another deep thrust you feel that tension in your stomach explode into a wave of pleasure that ripples through your body. Your mouth hangs open and you can't tell if you're making any noise, too lost in the pleasure as John keeps thrusting into you. He doesn't last much longer after you, feeling you clench around him sends him over the edge and you feel that hot release inside of you.

John pants as you both coast on your highs, burying himself inside you and bending over to press hot kisses to your back. He wraps his arms around your waist and you feel almost comforted by the gentle way he holds you now. Clinging to your stomach like you'd fall through his fingertips the moment he let go. You're thankful you're pressed up against the ground honestly, it's cool against your burning skin and helps your spinning head as your body relaxes. John slips out of you and immediately you can feel that familiar sticky substance seeping out of you and down your thighs.

"We made quite the mess," He chuckles, leaning back to admire the sight as you push yourself up onto your elbows.

"You made a mess and you're going to clean it up," You correct him, letting him pull you up and into his lap.

"Naturally, I always clean up my messes deputy," he murmurs the words and you scoff lightly, reaching back to fix his messy hair.

"Last time you didn't," You remind him, smirking as he rolls his eyes.

"I had every intention too, if only someone hadn't ran off and stolen my plane in the process," He says pointedly and you purse your lips at the reminder of your quick exit.

"I brought it back,"

"You left it in the middle of the river. Jacob brought it back,"

"Same thing,"

"Not at all,"

[icehearts]

18 - what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

Oh this is a good one. Thank you for the ask!

[ sexuality headcanons & questions ]

Secretly, or not-so-secretly, Esca wonders what it'd be like if someone else took the lead. (Take that as you will fl;ajgf;l.) That requires a great deal of trust, though, and it's exceedingly difficult for her to trust anyone like that. She's far too comfortable holding the reins (figuratively. sometimes literally?) in most situations, and being at the mercy of someone else is exciting but also very very scary and she'd rather just. Not.

However! In her wol!AU, she does eventually reach that level of trust with Thancred and feels safe enough to switch things up. ("MY TURN" and so on and so forth.)

[vermillieoo]

tag the oc that really likes flowers and is/would like to be a florist