#prompt: indulge

[dellinkou]

[ Madara was in control most days. But some days Obito would come back. And Obito was a sentimental fool, one who still longed for his village, his team, his family. So the sentimental fool would travel to Konoha and sit by the Memorial Stone when that Hatake teammate of his was there, all to indulge in his little fantasy of being reunited, of actually being spoken to. ] @obito-week || prompt: indulge, split identity

[demi-pixellated]

in for a not great work week, coping with random sonic doodle pages

[sweetmapple]

Jon should have been allowed to punch him at the panopticon [158] 🙂‍↕️

[cute-sucker]

domestic life (w/rafe)

about: this series is gonna be super, short and cute! just a bunch of compilation of your life with rafe + super super domestic fluff <3 send requests if you would like !

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you always knew that rafe was fit, your keen eyes always travelling to the bulky parts of his body. he was handsome beyond grief, and he knew it too. but there was one thing that you never asked him; his workout.

now there was one thing. you knew he would get excited about it. judging by the amount of supplements that he tried to get you to have. all you did was wrinkle your nose as he tossed a few pills in his mouth and then grinded down his green power.

disgusting.

but here you were watching your boyfriend leave tanyhill, trying to go workout and a sudden peak of interest hit you. what if you went with him? after all, your nail technician had cancelled on you because she had caught something like the cold, and your evening was probably going to be spent laying on a couch watching modern family.

"rafe?" you called out tentatively, watching him stuff things in his bag. he looked concentrated, as he gave you a grunt in response. you bit your lip, before trying to walk closer to him.

you pinch his bicep, "rafe, where are you going?"

you know damn well where he's going, but you can't help but batt your pretty eyelashes in his direction hoping that he'd take the bait. and as always, rafe smiled at you - before jerking his hand to his bag.

"just going to the gym. gotta stay fit," he reprimanded, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, "if you need anything, just give me a call. i'll be here for a while."

you pouted, folding your arms, and then frowning, "but what if i need you to stay?"

he cocked an eyebrow, a smirk on his face, "you need me to stay? more like want me to stay. is this because your friends cancelled on their little trip to the beach? you want me to stay, 'cause you got nobody to entertain you?"

"don't be mean rafe!"

he gave you a pointed look, a calloused hand rubbing your cheek but you couldn't help but glare.

"you're my boyfriend, what if i want to stay with you?"

then you gave him a cheeky smile, dragging him closer to you as he groaned.

"you got me, good woman. you got me good."

[celestialwrites]

heir to the throne x commoner dialogue and prompts

@celestialwrites for more!!

♡ "believe it or not you are worth more to me than any throne." "but you've spent your life preparing for this?" "exactly."

♡ the heir bowing to their s/o, for everyone to witness.

♡ "you should not be seen with me." "really? now why is that?"

♡ just days after their meeting, the heir already has a plan set for a second throne.

♡ "my love and loyalty to you will never falter." "what about your crown? your people?" "it. will. not. falter."

♡ the commoner ending their affair because the only way the heir can sit on the throne is when betrothed to a person of noble blood.

♡ both of them fake their deaths to ensure that they are never found out, yet they resurface to claim the throne together years later when the country is on the brink of war.

♡ there is a colour only the queen/king can wear at court (and/or) ball. so naturally, the heir sends their s/o an outfit, made from the fabric of that colour.

♡ "oh, you asshole!" "careful love, i wouldn't want to throw you in the dungeons."

♡ "i want to be the monarch i was raised to be, but it grows harder with each second i spend thinking about you."

♡ writing secret letters that they both hide around the palace.

♡ the heir gifting their s/o a key to the secret royal library that hasn’t been touched by a non-royal in centuries.

♡ “take my crown, take my title, take my heart, it has always been yours to begin with.”

♡ “for the first time in my life i was just (name), no duties, and no responsibilities. you gave me that gift.”

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

[ministarfruit]

day 2: please be gentle ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[mellosoda]

‼️REMINDER ‼️

Your f/o would never ignore you or dismiss something that you have to say. They're always listening intently and are always interested in what you have to say even if they have no idea what you're talking about. They will never interrupt you or cut you off mid conversation. They love you so much and want to treat you with utmost respect! ♡

《PROSHIPPERS/ETC. DNI!!! GO AWAY!!!》

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “That time of the month again?”

because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions

Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)

B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand

A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)

B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)

Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows

B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine

Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)

A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain

B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache

All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)

A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A

B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)

A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)

“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”

B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)

[ggoyangie]

you never thought that grocery shopping with suguru would be so enjoyable. almost therapeutic, even.

you were put on a lockdown by nanako and mimiko when you passively mentioned to suguru about attending baking classes (they weren't eavesdropping, they said.) which then lead to showing the twins the pictures of your baked goods. promised their own cupcakes, you've never seen them so ecstatic.

that's what lead you to your current situation. suguru offered to buy the ingredients - as it is for his girls. he also suggested to upgrade your 'gift' to them, aka make a cake for their upcoming birthday.

in your visit in the baking supply store with suguru, he made sure to give you all the liberty to wander around the store, to brainstorm about what you think is the perfect arrangement for the girls while also considering the flavor they wanted to have: strawberries and cream.

suguru is patient. (he always has been.) he didn't mind if you go back to an aisle even though you've just been there because you forgot something. you kept apologizing to him but he keeps taking none of it. he says he understands. (he always does.)

sometimes it makes you wonder if he put a spell on you on how easy it is for him to get you to take it easy. but you know it's just in his nature to be so . . . warm, so tender.

by the end of your short trip, you saw the cart brimming and you can't help but feel bad - almost - suguru was one step ahead, though. giving you a reassuring smile when your eyes meet while the both of you were in line, he pats your head gently before distracting you from your thoughts by asking, "would it be alright to help you out in the kitchen?"

[comfort-character-central]

Your f/o would remember all the best ways to soothe and calm you. They'd do what it took to bring you to a state of relaxation, to ease those nerves or anxieties, comforting you in each and every way you need. Grounding you in ways that help you the most. They've got you, they've always got you.

[underskz]

➪ fluff // johnny suh x reader

“i’m not playing truth or dare” + “how much did you drink.”

✰ prompt list

“Pleaseeee.”

“Get offa me you’re heavy!” He throws himself over you, arms haphazardly draped along your shoulders as he keeps just enough weight off of you to prevent the two of you from tumbling down. “Johnny, stoppp”

“Truth or dare.” His tone is light, teasing and mischievous chased with a rasp that has your heart pounding.

“I’m not playing truth or dare.” You drag the two of you along, heading towards the direction of the train station in hopes of escaping Johnny as soon as possible.

“Aw c’mon, truth or dare?” He sings into your ear.

“Be honest, how much did you drink?” You know the answer, a few beers and a couple shots, just enough to have him in that perfect combination of annoying and endearing.

One of your favorite sides of him.

“Not enough, you can ask me, I pick dare.”

“I dare you to stop using me as a crutch.” You shove at him again, finally able to breathe as he pulls away and leaves you trying not to miss his warmth.

Immediately you start walking again, trying to ignore the bittersweet taste of yearning building on the back of your tongue.

“Boring~” He catches up easily with his stupidly long legs, nudging you softly with his elbow. “So what’s your choice.”

“Ugh, truth.” Hoping that it’ll be enough for him to actually get bored of this little game.

“Hmm.” He stops suddenly, waiting u til you turn to face him with a questioning look. “You like me.”

“What?” Your chest tightens as a heat swirls in your cheeks, eyes darting around his face in search of some sort of tell he’s just messing with you. “That’s not…that’s not a question.”

“But it’s the truth, right?”

There’s an almost unsettling silence, a chill crawling up your spine at his words— at the intensity in his eyes.

“Truth or dare?” You whisper after a few more painful seconds of staring at each other.

“Dare.” He takes a step towards you, hands coming up to hover over your waist, only letting them land when you lean in towards him.

“Kiss me.”

[diyasgarden]

patrick zweig with a partner who is a homebody book lover

[ragnarockz]

Hey, Beta! Love your stuff 🥰 Can you write up for me a 50s!Agnes x Reader breeding prompt? Cool dude, thanks! 🤍🖤

Tip Jar 💰

Inspo: Personality - Johnny Mercer, Undecided - Ella Fitzgerald, Good Rockin Tonight - Roy Brown, Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On - Big Maybelle, He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Doll - Betty Hutton

Hey Beta! Yeah, no worries my dude, I GOT YOU! 😤

heart eyes for her like LOOK AT MY LITOL FRUIT 🍇

50s!Agnes x Reader

You mull over your glass of sherry and watch Agnes from across the living room as she laughs loudly with Wanda. The two of them are as thick of thieves and the other women from the neighborhood take notice of this as well.

You sigh to yourself as you turn your back on the two women and feel a flush of something spread from your chest and up to your cheeks. It's jealousy. You shake your head and finish your drink and hope that the alcohol can chase away the sudden feelings. It only makes it worse.

You turn back around because god forbid that you're rude in Wanda's house at her house-warming party. God forbid Dottie catches you being a sourpuss and gabs about it later in the week at the Planning Committee. God forbid Agnes throws you under the bus because as sweet and charming as she can be-

"What are you doing sulking over here, Hon?"

And it's her voice that fills the air beside you and makes you jump. You swore she was just across the room talking to Wanda and now, she's sidled up beside you nursing her own glass of sherry. It doesn't even look like it was touched.

"Agnes...sorry, I was just...going to refill my glass."

"Oh, I'm sure you were, Dear...come with me, I know where Wanda keeps the good stuff."

She flicks her wrist back as she walks past you and you follow close behind her because of course you do. She's like a magnet; drawing you always closer to her. You even try to sit beside her as often as you can at Dottie's meetings. You want to draw her in, pull her close. The way she moves with such power and grace; her tight curls bouncing at the nape of her neck. You're falling deeper and deeper into your neighbor and you wonder what sort of spell has she put you under to make you want her this badly.

Agnes squats down to a lower kitchen cabinet and pulls out the bottle; beaming like she just uncovered the lost city of Atlantis. She stands back up with the bottle tight in her grasp and puts it down on the counter so you can help yourself to another drink. She's enabling it; pushing you to let yourself relax. It's not even her house and she's urging you to take another pour, have another drink. Her eyes burrow into your skull as she watches you closely.

You give her a weak smile as you reach for the bottle. It's fast and quick as her hand shoots out to grab yours. You both stand there still, looking at one another until a slow, devious grin fills out on Agnes' face. You hold your breath and watch her literally transform in front of you from this aloof housewife to a temptress ready to ruin you.

You swallow hard and she drifts her eyes down to your neck to watch.

"You don't want that...I got the really good stuff next door..."

That hand of hers over yours grabs your wrist and turns; twisting your arm and you gasp out from the sensation of being pulled along by Agnes as she leads the two of you towards Wanda's back door. You pray no one saw you or heard you. You pray no one notices the back door open and close with a slam behind you as Agnes walks you across Wanda's lawn and onto hers.

She shoots a quick look over her shoulder before she rolls her shoulders back and tilts her head back. She's in control; usually is. You follow like a lost little puppy and suddenly, you realize, that's exactly what you want to be when it comes to you and Agnes.

"Don't worry, Ralph is away for the weekend..."

Your eyes close for a second or two as you soak up the implications. She stops just to open her front door and pull you along with her still; letting go of your wrist finally so she can turn and close the door behind the two of you. You look down at your wrist and see how red it is and the slight scratch marks from her nails.

"Aren't people going to notice we're not at the party, Agnes?"

She turns from her front door to look at you in the darkness of her hallway. That same grin coats her face now but a little more relaxed; a little more stripped back from having to keep some semblance of normalcy in Wanda's home. It sends shivers down your spine.

"No one is going to notice us missing, Hon. Trust me."

Another shiver creeps down your spine as she starts walking towards you which, makes you walk backwards deeper and further into her home. Whatever the hell trap she's set you're in deep now and you're not sure you even care to escape.

"But, we do need to hurry this along...they will get suspicious if we just never come back for cake and coffee."

The way she says it as she keeps walking is as if she's done this a hundred times. Had women come over or dragged over; cornered them up in the hallway of her house and explained to them that this had to be a quickie and nothing longer because the neighborhood would notice.

"Agnes..."

"Now don't go worrying your pretty little head over that; we still have a lot of time to kill..."

She passes you now as you stand there in shock and you know, in that moment as she turns on her heels, you have to follow her. And so you do; follow her to the left and find yourself in Agnes' living room. It's just as pretty and just as fashionable and put-together as Wanda's. This doesn't surprise you as you know just from the way Agnes' dresses that the older woman has taste.

"Make yourself at home, Pumpkin...go on..."

And so you do as you cross the threshold into her living room and take a seat on her couch. You take it all in; the place she calls home. A lot of purples and blacks which is a stark contract from Wanda's blue and cream colored furniture. You clear your throat as you try to appear not as nosy as you actually are, turning your attention back to Agnes who is just pacing in front of you. Is she nervous? Having second thoughts? You secretly hope not; already trying to keep the secret of this rendezvous close to your vest.

It's exciting and scary and absolutely unspeakable.

You smile at her which makes her stop right in front of you and you see whatever touch of nervousness in her face evaporate as she smiles back down at you.

"Well...shall we?"

You're about to agree with her until you watch her slightly bend at the waist to gather up the hem of her dress and lift it upwards. Her gaze is downcast as she watches herself instead of you; watching as she lifts her dress high enough to fully show off her underwear. It's only then that she looks right at you with an otherwise blank expression and you can feel those eyes burning into you as she waits to see what your reaction is.

Your reaction? As you stare at the lilac-purple member standing erect between Agnes' legs and quickly come to the realization that this is the most normal thing in the world. As if, somehow, a veil has been placed over your eyes but it makes you see clearer in some unexplainable, magical way. You shake your head as you try to clear the cobwebs in your mind as you react the way you want to with your hands gathering up your own hem and lifting it up to expose your legs underneath.

"That's it...such a good girl for me..."

You try to choke back a moan but fail miserably and it makes her smile and shake her head at you; chiding you for being so desperate for anything from her. She keeps her dress up as she takes a step and then another towards you before her left knee comes out a little further to slide against the couch cushion. She uses it as leverage to bring her other leg to join on the right side; straddling you down into her couch.

"Put those pretty, little hands of yours on my waist, Dear...yes, just like that...you're a natural..."

You realize then that she's using you to sit herself down and another realization as you see that her fingers are no longer clutching the hem of her dress. They're moved up under yours as they push it up higher, exposing you as her left hand gently hooks under the side of your underwear and pulls it away. You feel your brain start to short circuit and a fog roll through, and you're wondering how you're still conscious.

She's done this before, is all you can think, as she holds your underwear to the side and lowers herself further until the lilac tip teases your entrance.

You're suddenly cursing all this fabric around you and her as you snap your neck down to watch. More than fascination takes over and it's become a full-blown warped sense of depravity.

"Please, Agnes..."

Her gaze drags down from your face; slightly hidden as you keep your head bowed to watch. She joins you; watching herself scoot a little closer until she easily pushes her head inside of you. No resistance which means you're wet enough to take her.

She grins and nods something short and fierce. Fired up in her abilities to turn you on so quickly. But maybe that's just the desperation.

"Look at you, Pumpkin, still have your manners even when I..."

She cuts herself off to push a little further; sheathing herself deep inside of you now. You press back into her couch and try to plant your feet firmly down onto the floor beneath you. You focus on her and her weight on your lap; her legs sandwiching to your sides as she keeps you locked in your spot. Trapped, just like you thought earlier, she's got you trapped.

She doesn't continue speaking but laughs. It rings out through her living room as you sit there with your fingers digging into her waist as you hold her down; want her as close to you as you can have her while she's now fully inside of you.

She starts to rock, testing the waters to see what you're comfortable with as her gaze drifts back up to your face. Her full attention is on you now, where it should be as she rolls her hips ever so slightly. The friction is insane; how she feels buried deep inside of you. You feel the all-familiar throb of your clit that, at one time, throbbed the same way from just the thought of Agnes.

And now, it was all happening in real time. In her house. Her living room. The wedding ring glinting on her finger as she holds up your dress to fuck you.

Panic sets in, but that just makes her roll her hips faster, deeper. She's pressing you down and against her couch as she uses her strong thighs to move herself. You want nothing more than to move your hands to touch her, grab at her, grope her. You want to open up the buttons on the front of her dress and slide your hands in and cup her. The images reel in your minds eye, and you moan which, of course, she takes note of and smirks at you.

"That's it, Sugar, taking me so well...I can feel how wet you are around me, coating me all up..."

You take the gamble because this may be your only chance and, you may suddenly be empty and dragged back over to the party within minutes. Hands travel up from her waist to her sides; rubbing over her ribs as they pull forward to the front of her dress. Your fingers hardly fumble as they undo one button and then the other.

But she's faster than you; quick as a whip as her left hand shoots up to grab your wrist once again. The same one she grabbed to drag you into this mess.

"Uh huh...you keep those wandering hands to yourself, Pumpkin..."

Hot and breathy as she guides it away along with your other hand. You could resist, easily, but why would you? Why risk it all and throw it away when you've gotten this far? Far enough now that you're almost touching the crown of your head into the back of her couch as you clench and try to hold her still inside of you.

She coaxes you now as she starts to whisper and you can barely hear her over the blood rushing in your ears. It's all too much, overwhelming, overstimulating. You're on the brink of orgasm and she's mumbling and whispering about...

"...thenextlittlepartywe'llhavetohaveisforyou...ababyshower..."

All the stars in the night sky burst behind your eyes as you groan and relax your body around her; underneath her. Your fingers lose all tension and your legs go slack as she still sits prettily on top of you. You hope that she can feel you; your release with her still inside of you rocking ever gently. You know she can as whatever veil still hangs over you holds fast.

That cute little laugh she does turns a corner; higher in pitch, longer. Cackling as her fingers push your dress up once more to watch. That fucking rock on her finger glints and catches your eye and makes you lose your breath which, of course, tips her off into a little moaning mess.

Your world crashes around you as she lifts herself up and out and off; the swishing of her dress against yours and her leaving to stand herself back up in front of you. She barely looks like she went through the ringer; her hands coming up to pump the underside of her curls and wipe at the corners of her mouth just in case her lipstick was smudged in the process of fucking you. That sickly sweet smile spreads on her lips as she turns her back to you; already rushing around as she heads back to her front door.

You know you have to peel yourself off of her couch and smooth down your dress around your wobbly knees and follow that woman back to Wanda's party. That little lilac secret still tucked under her dress and you, obscenely wet under your own.

It doesn't hit you until you close Agnes' front door behind yourself at the words she had mumbled over and over in different ways.

A baby shower...for...yourself?

Your cheeks burn crimson as you follow her back to Wanda's; hot on her heels with your head down and the connotations of her words burning into your already ruined soul.

[lumpywhump]

Thinking about superpower whump rn. Specifically when a character has a super strong power but it has major effects on their body. A character that can't even activate their power without choking on their own blood. But it needs to be that character and it needs to be their power, no matter what it costs them

[kvohru]

nejiten month 2024 day 13 - photo 🤍📸🤎

unsure if i'll create any more work for nete month, since im pretty busy with uni, but id like to try, i think! i drew this a while ago which is why im randomly posting day 13 HAHA

[saessenach]

Kiss in the rain for Rhaelya cause they're different kinds of dramatic like that.

two travellers in disguise down the Kingsroad being indeed very dramatic ayy

Lyanna and Rhaegar for #16 - a kiss in the rain from this list