#if i misread your tone please let me know

[misc-obeyme]

ive got ideas for kinktober prompts for you! i was thinking of aphrodisiacs for solomon, you know cause hes a master of potions and making strange concoctions and weird magic ingredients, he could make a super strong aphrodisiac for him and reader (either accidentally or on purpose your choice!) so like maybe multiple orgasms too? and if you already have a prompt for solomon i was also thinking about mirror sex with asmo! cause he would love watching himself in the mirror and hes totally getting off on reader watching them both too!

Hi there, anon!

Okay so I didn't have another request for Asmo, so I did do mirror sex for him! And for Solomon, we have the aphrodisiacs. I decided to go with it happening accidentally because I think that's really funny. This one got away from me a little so it's kinda long, but hopefully it turned out okay!

To the other anon who sent in a request for Solomon - don't worry, I'm doing yours, too. :)

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Solomon

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: aphrodisiacs, penetration (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, a lil bit of fingering (reader receiving)

You walked into Cocytus Hall, ready to be done for the day. You put away your things and took off your shoes. Then you went to the kitchen, anticipating that you would need to kick Solomon out of it so you could make dinner. To your surprise, the kitchen was empty. You checked a few other locations before finally going to see if Solomon was in his room.

You knocked on the door. "Solomon?"

There was a loud crash on the other side.

"Solomon! Are you okay?" You tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Was it locked?

"I'm fine, MC." Solomon's voice came from directly behind the door. His tone was as light as it usually was, but you could hear something beneath it that you couldn't pinpoint.

"I heard a crash," you said.

"Ahaha," Solomon's laugh sounded just a little strained. "I knocked something over, that's all!"

"Solomon," you said. "Are you… leaning on the door so I can't get in?"

Silence.

"Solomon?"

You heard a resigned sigh. The door creaked as he shifted against it. "You got me. I don't want you to see me like this."

"Like what?" you asked, a note of alarm in your voice that you couldn't quite suppress.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt or anything," Solomon said. "It's just that I… well, I don't think I could control myself if I saw you right now."

You frowned. "Solomon," you said, danger in your voice now. "Tell me what's going on. Right now."

The door shuddered. There was a brief silence and then…

"I was working on a potion, but I misread some of the ingredients. I tested it myself before I realized. Due to the mistake I made, it's become a powerful aphrodisiac."

He gave you this explanation in a rush, nearly stumbling over his words.

You took in this information for a moment, realizing what he was telling you. "I see," you said. "And now you don't want me to come in because you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself."

All you heard in response was a low groan.

You laughed.

"It isn't funny," came the protest from behind the door.

You put your hand on the knob. "Let me in, Solomon."

"MC, I don't think-"

"Now, please."

There was another pause. And then the door creaked as he moved himself off of it. You tried the knob again and this time the door opened.

Solomon's room was dark, only a single low lamp on in the corner, casting most of the area in shadow. You saw the table he used for making potions with ingredients splayed out across it and a half empty bottle of some bright blue potion that glowed faintly.

You stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

The moment you did this, you found your back pressed against the door you had just entered through. One of Solomon's hands was already on your waist, the other on the door beside your head. His body was pressed close, heat rolling off of it, his lips brushing lightly against your cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said lowly in your ear. "I-I can't…"

You were able to just barely see his expression in the dim light. His eyes were closed, his face strained, as though he was fighting every impulse that was rushing through his veins. As though he was afraid of what might happen.

You sighed and shook your head. You put your hands on his cheeks. "It's okay," you said softly. "You don't need to hold back. I'm here because I want to help you."

Solomon opened his eyes and the surprise in them caused your heart to squeeze. "But MC-"

You put your fingertips on his lips. "Do you really think I can't handle you like this? Did it really not occur to you that I would find this whole situation sexy as hell?"

Solomon sucked in a breath. "MC…"

"In fact," you said, ducking beneath his arm and moving around him to the table. You picked up the half full bottle.

"MC, no-" Solomon said. He reached out a hand to stop you, but it was too late.

You downed the rest of the contents in one long gulp.

It was fast acting. Your body began to tingle almost immediately, your heart beat descending to pound between your legs. You stumbled a little, catching yourself on the table behind you as you moaned.

Solomon was at your side in an instant. "I told you, it's powerful," he said.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to you. You needed to feel him, to press his body against yours. You gasped a little when you felt his erection against you.

You grasped at his clothes, pulling at the fancy fabric of his sorcerer's cloak. Your head was spinning, a reaction to the potion making you so needy so fast.

Solomon caught your wrists, which surprised you. You looked at him and saw concern in his eyes.

You smiled at him. "Don't look like that," you said. "I told you, it's okay. I want you to give in to it. I trust you."

It seemed you had said the magic words because Solomon's expression shifted from concern to desire. He pulled you into himself and kissed you, biting down on your lower lip, entwining his tongue with yours. The heat that rose between you was undeniable and you went back to tugging off his cloak.

In a whirlwind of passion and movement, the rest of his clothes and all of yours ended up on the floor. His lips were sucking on the hollow at the base of your throat, his fingers already inside you as he pushed you back onto his bed.

You grasped at his arms, feeling a heat from his skin that was more intense than you expected. You were sure that your body was hotter than usual, too. It was clearly a result of the potion, but you didn't care about that. You couldn't focus your thoughts on anything other than Solomon's lips on your throat and his fingers in your hole.

"Ah, Solomon," you gasped out, your hands twisting in his hair.

Solomon looked up at you and the way his eyes shone with lust made you shiver. "MC," he said, voice soft and lips swollen. "Please… I need you…"

The way his face flushed when he said this made you put your hands on his cheeks, just to feel them. Then you pulled him up so you could kiss him. His fingers slid out of you and you could feel his erection pressed against your stomach.

"Don't hold back, Sol," you said, letting your fingers run down his face, across his neck, around his shoulders and back.

Solomon made a strangled noise before pressing his face into your chest for a moment. Then he repositioned himself and sank his cock into you.

You arched your back, letting your fingernails dig into his skin.

Solomon seemed to lose any and all hesitancy he once had. You were more than prepared for the fast, hard pace he set, gasping and moaning and telling him to go harder, to go faster, that you needed him so badly - the aphrodisiac was making you crazy, causing every nerve in your body to tingle, every touch, every sensation more intense.

You cried out Solomon's name as you came, but he kept going, seemingly lost in you. It was only moments before you came again and then once again as the pleasure continued to shoot through your limbs. You were on fire, the sweet heaviness of multiple orgasms causing your muscles to tighten and your own liquids to drip down your legs. They were soon mingled with Solomon's as he came inside you, gasping.

"Ah, MC," he said, kissing across your chest.

The two of you caught your breath, limbs still entangled. It was only a few moments of rest before you felt something stirring inside you.

You stared at Solomon with wide eyes. "Are you…?"

Solomon blushed. "It might be some time before the potion wears off."

You smiled. "That's fine. I didn't have any other plans tonight, anyway."

As Solomon said, it was a long time before either of you felt satisfied. When you woke up the next morning in Solomon's arms, you smiled sleepily at all the marks left on his skin from your nails, lips, and teeth. You found yourself hoping he had kept track of the ingredients that created that potion because you wouldn't mind doing this again.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me smut #obey me kinktober #obey me solomon #om solomon #solomon obey me #obey me solomon x reader #om solomon x reader #solomon obey me x reader #obey me solomon smut #om solomon smut #misc kinktober 2023 #misc writes #misc naughty times

[bokutos-biddys]

Do a part 2 of I’ve got a race to win! PLS it’s so good like give us the smut 😩😩

Ummmmmmmm so no smut(sorry to disappoint) but I don’t write that but heres a part two nonetheless

Also I honestly didn’t expect part one to get so much attention

This is about Xaiver and NOT Percy Hynes-White

-Victory-

Xavier Thorpe X Reader

Part One

Ummmmmm yeah. Typical relationship problems sequel. Slight angst(maybe, not really) ahead. Happy ending because I can’t write one that isn’t annnnnnd Xaiver’s a little bit of a whiney bitch in this (that boy has some abandonment issues and maybe some other things, depressed ass) This is also kinda shitty because i honestly didn’t know how to expand on part one

——— ———

Oh god you fucked up. How you fucked up, you aren’t quite sure.

After the Poe cup you tried to get back to Xavier, but you just got caught up in everyone. Your team decided to have a mini celebration in your dorm and whenever you tried to leave, someone pulled you back.

You didn’t think too much of it, Xavier was your best friend(? Boyfriend? You don't really know) you could talk to him tomorrow.

But, as it seems, he did not want to talk to you.

You tried, you tried a ton. Every class you had with him you made a point to sit next to him and try to get his attention. You passed notes, made quiet quips to him about the lessons, tried to follow him to classes you didn’t even have.

He was ignoring you. It was very plain to see. Maybe if you had found him immediately after the cup. Maybe if you talked to him more insistently. Maybe if you hadn’t kissed him at all. You could have been misreading the signals, there might not have been any to begin with. And now you have fucked up and you don’t even really know what your fuck up is.

“I don’t see why you can’t just speak with him.” Wednesday says, watching you pathetically lay face down on Enid’s bed. “He’s ignoring them though.” Enid replies, sitting down next to you.

“I don't see why you can’t use force. Or let me drain him of his blood, that would put an end to this exhausting situation and let me have quiet writing time.” She snips out, pushing the keys on her typewriter a bit too forcefully.

“I’m not as intimidating as you. He’d see through any intimidating facade I put on.” You put a mocking tone on intimidating, knowing Xaiver would probably laugh in your face if you tried to be forceful with him.

He didn’t laugh when you were nipping at his neck in the forest

You groan at your thoughts, who even knows if he actually enjoyed that. Could have been faking to stall you. Which, in hindsight, doesn’t really make sense considering all it did was stall him.

A knock on the door breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Why is our room the one everyone decides to congregate in?” Wednesday asks annoyed, getting up to angrily open the door.

You jolt upright at Xavier’s voice.

“Wednesday, I really need to talk to you.” He said, not yet noticing you. She groans in response before stalking over to you.

Xaiver looks… honestly as bad as you felt, despite that you can’t help find his undone look incredibly attractive. Even though he looks ready to bolt as soon as he sees you.

Wednesday grabs your hand, forcefully pulling you up and dragging you towards the door.

“I believe you need to speak with them.” She replies by pushing you out the door.

You both stand there silently for a very long time.

You don’t really know what he’s waiting for. You’ve tried talking to him and all he does is push you away. The sigh that comes out of you when you realize he’s waiting for you is quite pitiful if you’re being honest.

You start to walk away, not letting him have the satisfaction of you asking what’s wrong again.

“Wait! Please… we really should talk.” He says after grabbing your arm. He puts on a joking tone, as if you’d laugh after all your dropped jokes from today.

“I don’t see why you want to talk now. After I’ve been trying all day.” You quip back, thoroughly exhausted with him.

“I know… I shouldn't have ignored you. I just… can we not do this in front of Enid’s room where you know she’s listening? Please?” He trails off, placing a pointed stare at the door behind you.

“Fine.” You sigh out, removing your hand from his grip and walking swiftly down the hallway. He catches up with you easily. Damn those long legs.

The walk to your dorm is awkward. So very awkward. The both of you used to be able to fill any silence with banter, gossip, or nothing at all, not caring what filled the silence, just that you were spending time with one another.

Then you went and screwed it all up.

Or he did.

Or you both did.

You honestly don’t know.

When you open the door you both walk quickly in, letting him shut it before leaning back.

“Look, I… I’m sorry for ignoring you. It was uncalled for.” He gets out, he’s never really been good at apologies.

“I don’t care that you were ignoring me, okay I care but I just want to know the reason. What did I do that made you so pissed?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

He looks utterly astonished that you don’t know, not taking into consideration that he didn’t tell you.

“Excuse me? You used me! You kissed me when you knew I liked you to win the stupid trophy and didn’t even care enough to spare me a glance after you did.” He answers, which only makes you more confused.

“First of all you kissed me, not the other way around! And secondly, how could I have used your feelings if I didn’t even know you had them! And third of all! I tried to talk to you and you blew me off!” You reply, stalking closer to him.

“How could you not have! I made it so incredibly obvious! Everyone knew! They constantly joked about how whipped I am in front of you!” He says, exasperatedly, running his hands through his hair.

“Well I didn’t! And now you decide to ignore me because I couldn’t get back to you immediately after I won! I wanted to! If that makes you feel better. Except you’re so good at ignoring me and not just fucking communicating like a rational person, that that wouldn’t have mattered! Ya’ know sometimes I think- “ it doesn’t really matter what you think when Xavier pulls you head forward to meet your lips with his.

While this is most certainly not a solution to the problem at hand you can’t deny it’s a very good distraction. Xavier’s hands land on your cheeks, making sure you don’t stray too far from him in your attempts for breath, while yours are clutched at his shirt, just as desperate to keep him close to you.

God, it’s lovely, hot breaths mingled in between long drawn out kisses and Xaivers short groans whenever you decide to nip at his lips.

Reluctantly(very reluctantly) you pull away from him.

“This isn’t exactly communicating.” You whisper out, looking at Xaivers flushed face.

“You’re not getting the message?” He says, trailing one of his hands down to rest on your hip. “I love you, have for longer than I’d like to admit.”

“Thankfully, don’t know what I’d do if I had to go back to pretending that you don’t drive me crazy.” You confess, quivering as his thumb swipes over your lips.

“I might need to make it a little clearer though.” He suggests with a devious glint in his eyes.

“Maybe… “ you breathe out, your eyelids already sliding shut.

Once his lips are on yours for a third time in the past 24 hours, you don’t think you could ever remember when victory tasted as sweet.

#fanfiction #xaiver thorpe x gender neutral!reader #Xaiver Thorpe #wednesday #wednesday show #xaiver thorpe x reader #why is this what blows up

[yuri-is-online]

Sled Ride Together With Yuu (Jade Leech)

a/n: Yuri write something that isn't about Jade challenge (impossible). This is just some random stuff set during the Harveston event. I have half a thought written out for Idia that was supposed to go on this post but turns out the next part comes out today and I know I won't be happy to finish that until I complete the available story content. Sorry :/

notes: Jade is a red flag and Yuu is implied to be comically short, what are we? energy being answered with a shrug emoji, no one in NRC knows how to communicate and this includes Yuu.

“Well if Mount Moln is involved I might know someone who would be interested.  Not too sure if he’d be down for the sled race, though.” 

“There’s no need to be so shy prefect.”  He had interjected, fully intending to round on you and tease as soon as he was finished making his pitch to Epel.  But you, delightful, unpredictable, beautiful you had instead rolled your eyes at him once he obtained your friend’s blessing and went in on the attack.

“As cute as your self-confidence is, I wasn’t going to suggest you.”  Both he and Epel are left flustered as you sigh and turn to the most unexpected of persons.  “Idia you’re going to miss the QTE.”

“Cute.”  He pouts at your back, you’ve barely spared him a glance this trip unless prompted.  You had avoided commenting on his applepom Idia’s too but he certainly wasn’t paying extra attention to how you treated him, even after he spoke his mind about yours.  His sanity’s only current saving grace was the way your pupils had dilated the first time you had been forced to look at him; otherwise he might have been forced to assume all the careful months of dancing around your unspoken little attachment to one another was the misread of the century.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait much longer to find out what you are currently "arguing" about.  The entire trip is practically made worth it with the little stall Epel guides them to, filled with the bounty of the mountain he was so eager to witness.  His eyes dart over the stall, wondering if he can maybe convince Epel he should be allowed back sometime in the future when he has time to spare.  A month perhaps?

“... I have no idea what any of that meant.”  says Sebek as Jade rattles off plant names.

“Sounded like monster or mecha names to me.”  mutters Idia.  You sigh.

“He’s just using the scientific names for the plants; it's not that hard.”  He smiles as you finally move to his side, gladly adjusting to be as close to you as currently acceptable.

“Did you recognize any of them?”  Epel asks, genuinely impressed as you nod.

“I should hope so,” Jade interjects before you can respond “we certainly discuss plants enough in the Mountain Lover’s Club.”

“YOU’RE A MEMBER OF THE MOUNTAIN LOVER’S CLUB?”  Sebek asks at a completely normal volume and you roll your eyes, suddenly remembering that you’re supposed to be angry at Jade who is taking a bit too much pleasure in this revelation.

“Unfortunately.”  You mutter and Jade laughs.

“It’s just the two of us.”

“Oh so it’s Fungus when one of my friends invites me somewhere you want to go but fungi when it comes to storing the climbing gear?”  You huff and Jade blinks.  Oh.

OH.  He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.  So that’s what this was all about.

Jade turns towards you, eyes dangerously aglow as he lets out a pitiable, put upon sigh, slipping his right hand free of his glove.  “Darling,” he says with that toothy smile, in just condescending enough a tone you nearly miss the desire swimming in the subtext of how he traces your jawline with his long, cold fingers “you keep suggesting that I’m causing problems for myself on purpose.  If I’ve caused you distress, please do forgive me.”  He leans downward, gently pointedly kissing your forehead and nuzzling your hair, dropping his voice in both tone and volume to murmur in your ear.  “I assure you, I can reach our things just fine.” 

You really, really, r e a l l y want to shriek and cuss him out, but it’s all you can do to steady your breathing with how keenly aware you are of every eye in Kokko Market heavily judging you both.  Jade seems blissfully unconcerned, you know he’s not unaware, as he pulls his focus away from you and back to his purchase and Epel mercifully, though clearly judgemental, tugs you away with the rest of the group deeper into the market.

The merchant is trying hard not to laugh, though Jade quickly notes it’s not at him.

“I used to do the same thing.”  Jade’s polite smile returns, eyes darting momentarily to the small woman sitting next to the stall who appears to be competing in the reddest apple contest Epel mentioned earlier with the shade she’s turned.  “It’s just so cute to watch how far they’ll go before asking for help.”  

“It really is.”  He agrees, pulling his hand back into his glove as he prepares a few fake tears.  “Still I am worried I’ve gone a bit too far this time.”

“Aww chin up.”  the merchant finally audibly laughs.  “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make up for it.”  The red woman sighs, still embarrassed but settled enough to face him finally.

“If you’re looking for suggestions, I might have one in mind.”

~~~

You’re quite finished huffing and puffing by the time Epel allows them to take a break from sledding practice, though Jade’s presence still causes you to stiffen.  He apes embarrassment well enough, though you’d like to think you know enough about his acting that your skepticism is warranted. 

“I don’t suppose you have any comments to offer?”  he asks innocently enough.  “You seemed to be observing quite diligently.”  You snort, he’s practically screaming praise me.

“Not anything substantial.”  you dodge, still too flustered from earlier to even think about throwing Idia or anyone else under the bus again.  “I’m afraid plush sledding is beyond me.”  

“How disappointing, you seemed so enthralled with the animals earlier.”  You sigh and brace yourself, gearing up for another… conversation making the mistake of closing your eyes to center yourself.  “You know I was wondering something.  Earlier when Epel was talking about stuffed animals, he never bothered to ask about you.”  That was not where you were expecting the conversation to go, and when you look up at him he does seem interested to a degree.

“Stuffed animals are popular in my world.”  it sounds lame to say.  Sort of like confirming your world’s humans also breathe air.  You’re so embarrassed you find your gaze naturally drawn to your shoes as you kick lamely at the snow.  “Um.  I had a teddy bear when I was a kid I really liked.  That’s a sort of stuffed bear but it doesn’t look anything like Idia’s-”  Something soft hits the side of your face and you turn to look up at Jade in surprise.  You come face to face with a plush reindeer, similar to the one Jade’s been practicing with for the past few hours being pushed forward to boop your nose.  You sneeze as he laughs, tugging you forward into his arms when you attempt to take the plush; that familiar heat of embarrassment floods back into your chest as you try to resist the urge to squeeze it to death.

“How unfortunate.”  he sighs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips similar to the way he looks when inspecting a plant he really likes, only this time he’s inspecting you.  “Here I was thinking I finally had a chance at making some progress, but you’re still talking about other men.”  He bends down to your level again, pressing his forehead to yours with a content sigh.  “You will be rooting for me I trust?”

“A bit greedy to want me all to yourself, don’t you think?”  There’s not even a hint of malice in your voice, you can’t bring yourself to pretend to be mad anymore as you try to focus on the gift and not your rapidly beating heart.

“Oya, are you saying I don’t already?”  and technically, no he does not.  He hasn’t asked, but that’s something you are content to keep fishing for later, for now you just blow a raspberry that he kisses into as you sigh in content.

*I left the merchant gender neutral since they aren't mentioned in game to my knowledge. I was picturing a cottage core lesbian couple though.

**I'd like to think originally no one joins the mountain lovers club because they're afraid of Jade and then after this Yuu joined everyone stayed extra far away because they didn't know what was going on, but they didn't want to be in the middle of it. Hence Sebek screaming and Epel judging.

#twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech x yuu #jade leech #harveston sledathon #harveston event

[dawneternal]

Take the World in Your Hands | Eris x Elain | Alternate Ending

Summary: if things had gotten a little differently that last night together.

Notes: okay this is actually actually the last chapter lol I couldn't help it 💛 there's so much more I think they could and would say, but this is it for now.

Warnings: a whole lotta angst

Word Count: 1.2k

AO3 Link / Masterlist

Elain slept as the sunrise fell through the skylights and painted her skin lovely colors. Her cheek rested on Eris’s chest, brown curls falling across her bare shoulders, one hand curled into a fist and tucked tight against her body.

Eris was wide awake, thinking dangerous thoughts as he watched Elain’s eyelashes twitch in her sleep. He was exhausted, his body heavy and sore. But he could not bear to let sleep take any of their time together. He must make every second count. Even as she slept, he could study the planes of her face and make a shrine to them in his memory.

Every few moments he would circle back to that thought of how little time they had left, every cycle escalating the frenzy in his mind. The loop shrank and shrank until there were no other thoughts in between the roar of it’s almost over.

His heart beat harder with every passing minute. That was probably what woke her, the thumping rhythm under her ear.

“Eris?” Elain mumbled, eyes fluttering open. One look at his panicked face, his fingers running through his hair over and over, and she was sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

“I cannot tell you,” He said, the tone in his voice one Elain had not heard yet. Unmasked, unveiled entirely. Even with a bleeding stab wound, he had not sounded so small and vulnerable.

“Please?” She whispered, grabbing hold of his trembling fingers and pressing them to her lips. “So I can help you.”

Eris was quiet for a long time. Elain sat over him, cross legged, one knee resting on his ribs. She held that hand to her lips and smoothed his hair away from his forehead. It hurt to watch the tears gather in the corners of his eyes and drip down his temple. His bottom lip trembled, chest rising and falling at an erratic pace as he tried to quiet his crying.

She sat in the silence with him, waiting for him to release whatever it was that weighed on him so heavily. An image came to her, of golden eyes filled with something precarious, and she wondered if she already knew what the answer might be.

“I am a wretch,” He croaked, finally, “I am wicked.”

“For what, love?” She asked, and watched his eyes shut tight. The tenderness, the sweet name, broke him. It destroyed whatever resolve he had left.

“I want you all to myself,” He buried his face in her lap so she would not see it crumple. His next words were muffled by the sheets. “I want you to stay with me. As horrible as I am for it, that’s what I want.”

“Eris,” Elain breathed. She had predicted correctly. Maybe she should be shaken by this confession, but she was focused on his quiet sobs, his shoulders shaking. Because after was a wretch, too, by Eris's standards.

Something settled in her, then. Something that had never felt solid before, always shifting and changing. But now, it clicked into place and a sense of calm washed through her. And a part of her knew it could not be undone. She could not pull those pieces apart, no matter what happened.

“Eris,” She said again, trying to pull him up to face her. He relented, meeting her gaze with red and watery eyes. A sweet and aching feeling filled her chest. Eris watched her eyes glow with pain, and misread it. Before Elain could speak and say the words that would break him, he had to let her know the rest.

“Elain,” He said, swallowing hard, breathing deep to calm himself.

Elain wondered if he had ever said her name out loud before. He couldn’t have. She would have remembered and engraved it in the back of her mind for how lovely it sounded.

“You are the sweetest, softest thing I have ever encountered,” Eris began, hands reaching towards her face with a mind of their own, “You are my most equal opponent. I had not laughed in so long I thought I may have forgotten how to. But then I laughed so much with you. And I cannot do it. I cannot face a world where you are someone else’s and I just go on alone. I will do it, because I have to. But you must know, at least, that I have fallen in love with you in only four days.”

Elain’s eyes welled with tears, and she smiled. Grinned. Eris tried not to let his heart leap with hope. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and melted into his touch.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” Elain whispered, choking on a laugh, “Because I want to go with you.”

“What?” Eris said, so softly she could barely hear it, teary eyes searching hers.

“I will stay. I will stay with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Eris protested, shaking his head, causing a tear to drop from the tip of his nose, “We’ll be hated. We’ll be villains. Our love will be stained. They will think us cruel.”

“Then we will be a fairy tale after all,” Elain’s lips twitched up into a smile. Eris stared for a long moment.

“You’ll marry me?” His hands trembled and voice shook.

“I will marry you.”

Eris wrapped his arms around her and hauled her body toward him. One arm wrapped firmly around her waist, his other hand cradling the back of her head. It was so different from all of the other times he had held her. There was no bittersweet longing, only reverence, only deep relief. Like he was finally letting himself touch her the way he wanted to. He cried into her shoulder and held her tight.

“Lucien,” Elain whispered, muffled against his skin.

“I know,” Eris let out a sob, terrified that one word meant she was reconsidering. “I know. I’ll apologize to him every day for the rest of my life. I’ll let him fight me, if he wants. I’ll get him the best healers in Prythian and I’ll explain everything myself so you don’t have to. If you will please, please let me have you.”

“You have me,” Elain pulled away, brushing her fingertips across his freckled face. She pulled him in and kissed him. In a way that would hopefully make him believe her. “You have me, my love. Take me home.”

***

A little while later, with their things gathered, a calmer Eris winnowed them back to the Safe House. Morning light filled the cabin and painted everything in a layer of gold. Like the little gilded house was a gift from the sun. The first one to know their news.

Here, it would all begin. For better or for worse, Elain would make him a vow and allow it to paint her skin. Then they would decide how to face the world together. Lucien, her family, Beron, they would all know tomorrow. Today was theirs. Just one more day in solitary bliss before life began again.

Elain had never thought she would feel less weary about the idea of her immortal life. But with Eris at her side, she had never felt more capable. She breathed deep, the sweet smell of the cabin, the scent of her lover, and contentment filled every part of her. This was home.

#eris fanfic #eris fanfiction #eris vanserra #eris acotar #pro eris vanserra #eris x elain #elain archeron fanfiction #elain archeron #elain acotar #elain kingslayer #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar crack ship #acotar crack fic #acotar crackship #acotar crackfic #alternate ending #a court of thorns and roses

[the-drayster]

Yullo.

I'm Drayton, member of the Blueberry League Elite Four, and self-proclaimed professional slacker. If you want to see me, I'm usually in the league club room. Feel free to drop by (And help out as much as you want. Please)!

Annnd, go ahead and ask whatever. Let me have those thoughts!

Hello! This is a pokemon irl/rp/ask blog for Drayton from the Pokemon scarlet/violet dlc, the Indigo Disk! I will portray some headcanons for him.

His team:

Some general information about my boy:

Drayton is 17-19, but since he's been held back a whole THREE TIMES (Sir, get your crap together???) he's the equivalent of a sophomore in the American school system. He's the grandson of Drayden, the Opelucid Gym Leader.

Drayton is overall quite lazy, but he generally means well. He tries to get out of work as much as possible, but a good chunk of the time he does just as much or more trying to AVOID doing things than if he just did them in the first place.

I headcanon Drayton as having POTS and EDS! I have both of these myself. Yes this is projecting. I have a half-ramble post about this here! I also have another, more in depth post about how blood pooling in particular effects him here.

This will probably be updated as I go!

Pelipper mail is OPEN!

Magin Anons are OFF!

Feel free to send asks, they keep me going. Thanks!!

Small disclaimer, I occasionally have trouble reading and writing tone. Usually this just ends up as me overexplaining something because I misread humorous confusion as actual confusion. I tend to ramble. If that DOES happen, please just let me know! And feel free to ask me to explain myself if you're having trouble understanding what I'm saying. I won't be upset in any way, haha

#pokemon irl #pokeblogging #rotumblr #pokeblog rp #drayton pokemon #pinned

[izzypaw]

ICON CREDS!

i didnt like my pinned post so i got rid of it a while back but i think it's useful to have so heres a new one :)

hi im izzy! i go by he/she exclusively so try not to use they for me <3 i am over 18 but i will not post/reblog 18+ content. (maybe a funny text post which will be always tagged as 'nsfw text') i block proshippers (or whatever other fancy term for all that weird shit!), terfs & exclusionists. if you have something you need tagged let me know !!

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my carrd if you're interested in commissioning me or visiting my other socials ^-^ if you want something ive done that you dont see on there please DM me i'll be more than happy to quote you a price!

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art tag is #izzy art

& that's all the need-to-know byf stuff!! so below is just a little extra about me if you're curious

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my special interest is mother 3! i mostly draw mother 3 fanart, and sfw furry art. i have like, half the mother fandom on here blocked for no reason so if i blocked you even though you aren't weird or anything im super sorry😭 its most likely not even anything you did i'm just weird and sensitive. i have pretty much every ship tag blocked for mother so please don't ask me to draw ships. i don't care what you do on your own blog as long as you tag it though

im kind of bad with a lot of the social aspect of social media soo if i misread your tone or completely miss a social cue or misunderstand what you were trying to say im soooo sorry... im not very observant and not very good at talking to people the 'right' way lol. i can be just a bit slow to pick up on certain things & other things will fly right over my head so patience is appreciated

i can be pretty moody and sometimes ill get in a cycle of reblogging some negative stuff.. i will do my best to tag it as neg or anything else! i often dont even realize i'm doing this until its over (mood swing moment) but i dont want to concern anyone so just know im always okay , chances are whatever mood im in wont even last longer than 20 minutes lol

i think thats it but feel free to ask me anything!! im kind of awkward in conversation but i will answer whatever questions ppl have for me in earnest ^-^

#art tag: #izzy art

[croziers-compass]

Oh are you taking writing prompts? Basil, for fitzier :)

basil (good wishes) — “i just want the best for you.”

Fitzier

For James, recovery invoked the most pain he had endured throughout the entire expedition. They had gotten back to England, and by then he was hardly able to walk. The worst of the matter was that he was brought to stay with Ross, of whom billeted Francis as well. The grief of the loss of Sir John Franklin made staying with the Franklins out of the question for either one.

There was no safe harbour better for Francis to see to James and tend to him. If anything, the attentive nature of his fellow Captain only crescendoed once proper supplies and utility was available. What surprised James above all else was how often Sophia visited. He had watched the two, closely. He had watched them with the cold droplets of ache inside his chest. Whatever he and Francis had developed in his near moments of succumbing to that which ate him seemed to have dissipated. In the least it had metamorphed into something less romantic. Or, perhaps, James had thought to himself, he misread and misunderstood those touches and those tender moments.

Perhaps there was nothing there. But yet when Francis embraced Sophia during their visits, he saw it. The shale and the cairns and what would have been his death bed. Did Francis touch everyone like that? Was his tender love a supplement for him because he was dying? Now that he was no longer in the clutches of the cold Arctic's will to consume him, Francis seemed hesitant in such affections. He never watched the two of them kiss beyond Sophia's blushing and tear streaked cheeks. Though he could imagine it as he lay there, bedridden and sore yet as the aches of his bones and joints suffered the cruelty of regrowing his skeleton. Francis helped him with everything. Such things became painful deep within his core for he knew such a schism had begun to form between them. He was foolishly enamoured with the man. He knew better and yet he foolishly allowed his heart to lead him astray. He could have died happy out there on the shale. He spent the weeks gathering himself. Francis seemed to be having increased discussions with increased fever with Sophia. They always spoke outside his door, away, but close enough where James could hear them. He fretted. Was he stealing Francis away from Sophia, who surely would accept his proposal by now and desire the man just as James had? Certainly he was impressive enough for the standards set by her family by now. Was he too much to burden? Guilt swept him in and down many nights as he was left to rest in the dark, Francis' room just down the hall. When the day came he was able to walk, with Francis' hands clutching him firm and tightly- oh he was always so steady- He spoke. "Francis," He was raspy. His throat was dry. But the tone betrayed him as he swallowed tears, the sharp steely blues locking on him. "Are you well, James?" It was heavy with concern so dense it swelled inside James' belly. "I'm well enough. Please do not let me keep you from Sophy." It came from him easier than he thought. It hurt less. Francis searched him with his eyes as if he was speaking another language. "I'm well enough to walk. I'd say I'm well enough to tend myself now. You've a lot to shoulder with the Franklins. God knows they need you now. Especially Sophia." He left a brief pause but Francis did not interrupt it, "I've heard - the two of you," he swallowed, thick and hard, "I want you to be happy, Francis. God I want you to be happy. And now you have what you have wanted. I will be fine." He clutched Francis through his lie. "I do have what I want. And I am not letting go of it, James," His brow furrowed, a soft smile pressing his lips together, painfully. "Sophia, however, seems less amicable about my declination." James froze, stiff and confused. "Your-" "I am there for the Franklins. I am. They have endured much the both those women. Formidable, they are, yes. Do not worry. As for Sophia, well," He eased James back to the bed. "I want you to be happy, Francis. I want what is best for you. This is your chance to have what you hoped for when we left all those years ago." James was choking a little on something that wormed its way into his throat. "That is generous James." Francis sat beside him, clutching his hands tenderly and bringing him into his own lap, "I think I would like what is best for the both of us." He brought the backs of James' knuckles to his lips. "And that is what I will have."

#was it what you were hoping for? #And they lived Happily Ever After #fitzier #deus ex james clark ross hours #It's a little messy

[totally-not-deacon]

Friday Kiss Tag!!

Tagged by @throughtrialbyfire! Dragging @molliehaswords, @rogueshadeaux, @adventuresofmeghatron, and @just-another-wasteland-merc if you wanna go.

Rules: post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

I've never done this tag before, and I have no clue why I'm feeling shy over posting it considering it'll be on AO3 in a few weeks anyway lmao. Most'll be under the tag, enjoy!

He bought them each a bottle, on her tab, of course. Maybe she didn’t exactly need it, but no one said he was a good influence. The quietest corners of the Mare had turned all but silent in the late hour, the closest they could get to being truly alone within the city walls. Neither spoke at first, not needing to. As he said, he’d been there.

“You look good out of your armor.” She rested heavy against his shoulder, looking up at him with a mischievous lilt to her voice. “…even with the helm.”

“Well, of course I do. It’s those pure, Altmer genes at work.” he said with obviously put-on arrogance, holding his head high.

“Sure thing, farm boy.”

He sighed, “I never should have told you that.”

“Really though, it’s nice to be able to feel you for once.” “Feel me?” he teased, keeping his tone light despite the twinge in his gut. Gods help him. “I mean – I,” Her cheeks darkened, shoving his shoulder and laughing. Her drink sloshed, leaving droplets on the tabletop. “You know what I mean.” “Hm, can’t say that I do.” She could hear the grin in his voice. “You’re a bad liar.” Her eyes glittered in challenge, as well as something else. Something deeper. Something dangerous. “And you have a terrible gambling face.”

“Says the mer that gets to hide his.” She leaned in close – too close – tapping a finger at the center of his helmet sight, right between his eyes. Unbeknownst to her, they flicked from her lips and back to her own. He felt his throat tighten, getting hard to breathe.

Oh, no. The wine must be hitting him extra hard tonight. There was no way he was this drunk already. He should have eaten Xelzaz’s cooking, he really should have. Oh, no, no, no. His mouth opened of its own accord. “Close your eyes.”

Bad idea. Terrible idea. What was he doing?She grinned, eyes fluttering shut and waiting patiently. Oh, if he’d misread all this, let Auriel smite him right here and now. If he didn’t, she would. A quick glance around the inn – still as empty as it was the last time he checked all of thirty seconds ago. He lifted his helmet sight to just above his nose. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Her breath hitched, feeling his own against her.

Too late now. His lips met hers, plush and eager, just waiting for this moment. A hand curled along her jaw, drawing her in further. She leaned into the touch with a pleased, surprised hum, a hand resting on his chest.

Nebarra pulled back, eyes lingering on the blush creeping up her cheeks and the soft smile she gave him, eyes still dutifully closed for him. He resisted the urge to lean back in, to capture her mouth once again. He wanted her fingers in his hair, his name – his real name – on her lips. He wanted, he wanted –

He slid the guard back down on his helm. Feeling her relax against his side with a content, if tired sigh, he finally released the breath he’d been holding. They were still blissfully alone, he hadn’t been shouted to pieces, and the world hadn’t ended… yet. Now if only he could get his damned heart rate under control before he dropped dead on the spot.

#friday kiss tag #it's smooch-thirty baby #tes #skyrim #skyrim custom followers #oc marasa #my writing #arenthia red #nebarra #skyrim nebarra #nebarra skyrim

[verlaines-corner-archive]

demon!fyodor lets you wear his demonic clothing and he loves to see how the big clothes fits you. but he also likes to see you in white to contrast his darkness... and he fucks you in either of them😳

Demon!Fyodor + clothing

Warnings: Possessiveness, slight corruption kink. 

Oh I love this concept!

Now demon!Fyodor’s size kink is off the charts, so there’s no doubt in my mind that he’d absolutely adore seeing you in his clothing. He loves how small you look in it, so cute that he’s tempted to just completely smother you in his arms. Especially when you’re in his coat! He also admittedly thinks the demon look is a little funny on someone as lovely as you, so there’s an amusement factor involved as well. 

The other factor is somewhat obvious, that being his possessiveness. You’re in his clothing, and it makes him incredibly smug. You belong to him and he takes you wearing his stuff as a sign of acknowledgement to that. He also ends up feeling like he belongs to you as well, and though he won’t admit it he’s quite a fan of that. (Pact time, anyone?)

Such an act also feels incredibly intimate to Fyodor, domestic almost, in a way that he’s never experienced, being a demon and all. He can get surprisingly soft about it, and his thoughts aren’t going to be sexual at first. He just really wants to hold you. He’ll pull you onto his lap, wrap his tail around you, and just cuddle you. Cover your face and shoulders with kisses and all that. Please imagine his tail wagging.

I feel like sex when you’re in his clothing is going to be both soft and possessive. He holds you so closely, selfishly. His pace is slow and he’s very intimate during it. Clawed hand in yours, breathless moans of “you’re mine” leaving him. He fucks you like you’re the only thing that matters to him and well, you kind of are.

This isn’t to say that he can’t be rougher during it, it’s just not as common. When he is rougher he’s desperate, fucking into you with wild abandon.

Also his clothes never leave you during it either, of course. Seeing you in his clothing also does wonders for his breeding kink. Source: dude trust me

Now I did misread that second bit as Fyodor wearing white to contrast his darkness, which got me thinking of demon!Fedya in white lingerie. He’d look gorgeous hhwegfh

But of course, he absolutely loves seeing his lover in white! You look angelic, so pure and holy that he doesn’t know if he should worship you or ruin you (probably a mix of both tbh). 

Now really any type of white clothing does it for him, but he has a fondness for lingerie, especially if it’s frilly (bonus points if it has highlights of lilac too). 

It’s not getting removed either, lord no. He wants you to wear it while he fucks you senseless. He’ll be calling you his precious little angel the whole time too. His tone is - perhaps surprisingly - adoring (though a little condescending too). 

Sex like this is going to be rough, and much like before, possessive. There’ll be lots of markings, from both his claws and mouth. 

Now usually Fedya prefers cumming inside his lover, but when you’re like this he prefers to pull out. He thinks you look beautiful, chest decorated with his cum and love bites, all while still garbed in that angelic white.

#✧ library shelves ✧ #bsd #darling bean ♡ #bsd x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #all credit of inspiration to Nix once again haha #the first bit is maybe a little soft but listen to me- #bsd smut

[gothimp]

OOPS i misread it. touching #50 for shadowlor >:3c divorce era ???? the MIMIC SCENE?

50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

(The mimic scene is still cooking forgive me but here’s some juicy divorce era)

some act ii spoilers below the cut and some explicit dialogue

pairing: lorcan x shadowheart

“Why do you beleaguer our descent into the gauntlet?” Shadowheart’s shrill tone bounced off the stone walls of the dock beneath last light inn.

Lorcan had been taking respite in the lapping waters and isolation from the refugees and companions, but no more it seemed, judging by her posturing.

He tossed his sketch aside, charcoal Dammon had given him was smudged along his hands and dark green shirt.

“Because there are more important matters at hand and I am not quite sure how I feel about the devil’s warning.” Lorcan replied as an aside, his eyes slowly traveling up her frame to meet her gaze.

It was only two days ago that he had nearly had to throw Shadowheart over his shoulder and drag her out of the damned crumbling ruin after they’d found the entrance. He wasn’t ready to sacrifice the time it would take to go through it until they’d gotten the refugees out of the prison at Moonrise, which they’d only just accomplished yesterday.

“Do you even intend on seeing this through with me? Is this all just some annoyance to you on the path to sieging the damnable tower?” Shadowheart demanded, his casual tone only serving to ruffle her further.

Lorcan finally stood at that, her harping at last plucking a nerve. Ever since they’d found that damned sharran sanctuary Shadowheart had been nigh insufferable, when before she was the most steadfast amongst them.

“Were it not for the necessity of going down there again for the artifact, I would not stand with you at all. I spare no thoughts on torturing oneself for the perception of so called gods. Perhaps you should get some sleep, darling. Maybe you’ll have forgotten about this in the morning.” He taunted.

Lorcan stiffened in surprise when her cool slender hand clamped over his mouth.

His brows furrowed in confusion and annoyance as he looked down at an equally confused and moreso angry Shadowheart. It appeared she hadn’t thought much past this step.

He could hear her heart beat jump up frantically as he stared at her.

“You mock me again. I tire of this, you best remember who amongst us knows your true nature.” Shadowheart spoke at last.

Lorcan grabbed at her hair and quickly turned them around to slam her against the cold stone wall, her hand pinned tightly to the small of her back as he loomed down, his mouth near her ear.

“My infatuation with you has its limits, hard as that may be for you to believe. I stand by you, not your goddess, and you’ll do best to remember that, for if the line between those two blurs, my fealty will dissolve. Do you understand? Pray to whomever you please but do not confuse my stance simply because I care for you.” He whispered.

His hand wrapped around in her hair again, tugging her head to the side and elongating her pale slender neck to him.

“You care not, then. My lady loves me.”

“Your lady seeks to strip away your personhood. Our memories make us who we are. I would sooner die than forget how your lips curl when you are angry, or the way your body trembles when you cum. The crimps left in your hair when you let it down at night. The mischievous glint in your eye when you hear gossip. Is there no memory you fear the loss of?” He asked.

His hands fell away from her as he took a step back, readied for her to angrily wheel herself around to face him.

When she turned, there was a faint red marking on her cheek from where it had pressed into the stone that quickly faded away.

“Do not crawl to my room tonight.” Were her parting words as she left him.

And he was alone in the silence once more, yet now it held no comfort like it did a few moments before.

#lorcan x shadowheart #oc: lorcan

[finedinereception]

pinned post and maybe future faq yippeeee

it/its for me please :v im an adult! blog isnt nsfw but i like to make sex jokes from time to time. im neurodivergent so sometimes i misread things or mistake tone. please let me know if i do!! i follow from @thistlehawk so if you see that blog following you 👉🌱🦅 thats me

you might be here for my wizard married adventure time au! tag in chronological order here

i sometimes do slightly more analytical posts.

i also like mega man and warrior cats!! obscure characters mostly.

i love asks and comments :D

if i havent answered your ask, either im taking my time deciding on an answer or i didnt get it! sometimes im just not in the headspace to answer asks or asks of a certain type, so it can take me a while. that being said, i still appreciate them!

no dni because its not like i can stop people but i use the block button pretty liberally!

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Cornflower - Poe Dameron x Reader

Cornflower (Centaurea cyanus) - Meaning: Hope in love

Summary: Your feelings for Poe come to a head after a night of drinking.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Alcohol use/slight drunkenness, reader has feminine qualities (wears makeup and a dress) but is otherwise not physically described, use of nicknames (sweetheart, sweetness, starshine), confession of feelings, kissing

Day 18 is for Fluffy endings! Slight angst but ends with fluff.

In Bloom Masterlist

Likes, Comments, Reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated! ❤️

“Maker above, Dameron, what will it take for you to ask me out already?” 

The cantina was mostly empty by now, and your body was buzzing with the alcohol you’d consumed. You’d gotten all dressed up, styled your hair — kriff, you’d even worn makeup in the hopes that after months and months of flirting Poe Dameron would finally ask you out. Dropping hint after hint that night had frayed your nerves and now that it was just the two of you left in the booth, you had snapped. 

Poe’s face looked like you had slapped him, perfect lips parted before setting into a firm line. He scooted back a bit, putting distance between you for the first time all night. 

He sighed, long and hard and your stomach clenched. 

“Look, sweetheart—” he started. 

“Oh, no,” you interrupted, gut falling into your shoes. “Did I misread this? All the flirting, the touches, the lingering glances — it’s all been in my head, right?” 

“No!” Poe said as your panic spiked and you looked around you, ready to bolt. “No, sweetness, it’s not all in your head.”

He put his big hands on your shoulders to keep you from running away. The haze of booze made his grip feel heavier than it actually was, the warmth radiating from his hands was insanely comforting. 

“But I…I can’t right now,” he said, tone laced with regret. 

You tilted your head at him in confusion. “Can’t what, Poe?” 

His dark eyes met yours, brow furrowing to convey the seriousness of his position, “Look, my job right now is to hop in an X-wing and blow things up and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s not the safest of occupations.” 

You nodded gravely, knowing how many good pilots hadn’t come back. 

“So I can’t get into a relationship right now,” he said, trailing his hand down your arm and taking your hand in his. “Because I can’t be the reason someone like you falls apart in case I don’t make it back.” 

Your heart broke for him then. Suddenly, the string of one-night stands and broken hearts left in his wake made sense. All you wanted to do was wrap him in your arms and assure him that you could handle it, you wouldn’t fall apart if he didn’t come back from a mission. 

But that would be a lie. Even with him as a friend, you knew you wouldn’t recover if Poe died in the line of duty. Of course, you knew it was a risk every time he got in his X-wing but that was just a fact of life in the Resistance. You had something bigger you were fighting for. Everyone on base was prepared to die for it. 

What would it take for Poe to live for it? 

With his hand over yours on the table, his thumb absently tracing your knuckles and slowly driving you insane, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You ripped your hand from under his and slid out of the booth, making a mad dash for the door. You didn’t slow down until you were back in your room, and that’s when you let the tears fall. The alcohol in your system wouldn’t allow for you to put this into any kind of perspective tonight, you knew that, so you resolved to just let yourself cry it out and go to bed. 

Stripping off your dress and getting into your pajamas was a herculean task, but you managed it. Just as you crawled into bed, you heard a knock at your door. 

“Sweetheart?” Poe’s muffled voice came from the other side. “Please let me in.” 

You sighed and shuffled over, punching in the door code to see Poe on the other side, looking like he’d aged ten years in the last fifteen minutes. He came in when you stepped aside. 

“I’m stupid, okay?” he declared, whipping around to face you when you closed the door and leaned against it. “What I said back there, it…I’m just…”

“Scared?” you supplied. He nodded, adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed. You giggled at his response. “Poe Dameron, hero of the Resistance, ace pilot and bane of the First Order is afraid of little old me?” 

Maybe you were still a little drunk. 

But Poe’s incredulous laugh was worth it. You smiled at each other, moving toward each other like there was some gravitational pull between you. 

“Yeah, starshine,” he said lowly, “I’m terrified of you.”

His hands landed on your waist and yours sought out the warmth of his broad chest, neither of you looking away from the other. You didn’t stop, leaning up on your toes as he leaned down. Your lips met in the middle, and fireworks exploded behind your eyes. Heat flooded you when he deepened the kiss, his strong hand resting on the side of your neck and his thumb tracing along your jaw. 

When the two of you came up for air, he rested his forehead against yours. Breaths mingling, he asked. 

“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” he breathed out and you couldn’t resist teasing him. 

“I’ll think about it.”

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #fluff #slight angst #star wars fic #fem reader #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe x you #poe dameron x you #poe dameron #poe dameron fic

[fwacchi]

thank u for answering! i think i’d just kind of misread ur rules so i’d gotten confused haha ^^; since requests are open for the event could i req oliver and suha with the letters T,J and C?

it's fine! I'm not the best at English so maybe it got quite confusing ;; i hope you like this!! i really enjoyed writing for the two of them ^^

100 followers event request

pairings: Min Suha, Oliver Evans x gn!reader

letters: C, J and T

genre: fluff, a little suggestive for letter T

Min Suha

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles.

He loves it so much that he initiates cuddles anytime and anywhere.

Would plop himself on top of you for cuddles when you’re just chilling on the couch or bed.

His favourite cuddling position is resting his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist with each other's legs intertwined.

People call it the “honeymoon hug” position if I’m not wrong?

It’s not possible to pull him closer with how close he is to you but please attempt to do so and he’ll be melting in your arms.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous very easily.

And when he gets jealous, he’ll start to act a little bit distant, toning down his skinships with you which makes it all the more easier to notice that he’s jealous.

But he’s not doing it just for you to notice it. It’s more because he starts overthinking and thinks maybe it’d be better to not get too physical.

Poor baby

Wouldn’t tell you that he’s jealous and honestly, you don’t even have to ask him to know that he’s jealous.

Shower him with cuddles and kisses and his jealousy will go away in no time.

T = Touch (How clingy/needy are they?)

Is he clingy? Yes, absolutely.

Touching or clinging to you is something that he grew accustomed to and now he just can’t go on for a day without at least grazing his fingertips against your skin.

And when he gets needy, he isn’t really open about it.

He tends to be shy to initiate it but it is still noticeable to you that he’s needy.

Let me tell you how.

When he’s needy, he's a little more hesitant to touch you and even if he does, his touches linger on longer than usual. You can’t feel the innocent way of his touches anymore but it gets a bit more intimate.

It’s either you initiate it first or wait for a long time for him to initiate it.

Oliver Evans

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

He does like cuddling but he doesn’t cuddle you as much as Suha does.

He likes it when you ask him to cuddle with you but him asking you for cuddles is something that doesn’t happen that often.

His cuddles usually involve you resting your head on his chest, your legs entangled with his while he lays on his back and gently plays with your hair.

Loves leaving kisses on the top of your head while cuddling.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Isn’t really the type to get jealous.

No matter the situation, he tries to be understanding and deep down, he knows that you’re his and he’s yours.

It is rare for him to get jealous but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t ever get jealous.

When he’s jealous, he tends to keep it to himself so as to not concern you with it.

Not very communicative, this professor.

But one way to notice it is he gets quite touchy with you.

Ask him if he’s jealous and he’ll deny it like, “wym I’m jealous? I’m perfectly fine” he says all that while having you lay down to cuddle with you; something he doesn’t do often.

T = Touch (How clingy/needy are they?)

Not much clingy but not that distant either? It’s somewhere in between.

His touches are more gentlemanly, like a hand on the small of your back, a gentle pat on your head as he walks past you in the house, a kiss on your cheek after you've just woken up and such.

He touches you, sure, but those kinds of touches just leave you craving for more without even realising it.

And I like to think our professor right here gets very needy. No objections accepted.

He gets needy for you often and he’s not really shy or afraid to be open about it.

The place and time doesn’t matter for him but I won't comment more on it. Don’t want this to turn into nsfw now, do we?

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Klaroline fanfic update: One More Rose

I've just posted the final chapter of my Klaroline story, One More Rose! Please read and review here.

Here's an excerpt:

“You’re here,” he breathed as though needing to convince himself she wasn’t a mirage. Confused, he asked, “How did you know where to find me?”

            She snorted, crossing her arms in front of her. “Seriously? Tina Fell practically shouted it in the Piggly Wiggly produce isle that ‘Sexy McAccent’ had checked in and she called dibs on ‘dimples diving’,” she explained with a slight shudder.

            Letting out a small chuckle, he replied, “She did seem rather eager to give me a tour of the town and mentioned the falls were especially pretty at night.” With a wry smile, he added, “I told her it seemed doubtful you’d see much of anything at night.”

            It was petty, but she couldn’t help but feel a little smug. Tina was from one of the town’s founding families and was used to getting her way. She was still pissed that Tina was able to pass off her mandatory community service as charity work on her Miss Mystic Falls application back in high school.

            Misreading her pleased grin, Klaus asked, “Jealous, sweetheart?”

            “Of all the —,” Caroline irritably began, pausing at his teasing smirk. Conceited bastard. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement and realized several people were gawking at them in the distance. The camera phones would be out any second now. She lifted her chin stubbornly, pointedly not looking in their direction again. Nosy jackasses.

            As he loaded his suitcase into the darkly tinted car she’d parked next to, his tone turned self-deprecating as he revealed, “I know I certainly was after reading the latest on the gossip sites — they’re calling the fight between Kol and Matt on your friend’s doorstep ‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Drag-In’.” 

            “Yeah, the blurry video Bonnie and Enzo’s sketchy neighbors sold really shows that Matt’s hair plugs aren’t very sturdy — or maybe Kol just has quite a grip?”

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WORD SEARCH TAG GAME

I am behind on tag games, but I'm trying to catch up.

This tag was from @toribookworm22

My words were - BLESS, SOUL, JAM, KEY, WIND

I'm tagging - @writingpotato07, @blind-the-winds, @frostedlemonwriter, and @saltysupercomputer

Your words are - IMAGE, STONE, PLAZA, BEFORE, SOON

BLESS

“Now, Sor, you know me better than that.” Whatever he had done to make Div happy, he was thankful for it, because he was obviously being blessed.  Never in the history of millennias’ worth of first dates had he had one start off this easy, not even a second date. Then again, this was Sorina, and this, he hoped, would be his last first one.  “But I do believe my lady said something about wanting to take an overnight bag?”  An eyebrow rose as he looked down at her beautiful face.  “I also assume that you’re going to want a change of shoes for the garden.”  He pulled her tighter against him.  “I can keep you from getting cold, but not from heels sinking in dirt.  I’m liking those heels though, a lot.” There was no misreading the grin and wink he gave her, which got him a laugh and a quick kiss from her.

SOUL

Their foreheads came together with the softest of touches and Adriel could have sworn there was an actual spark that passed between them.  Not one like static electricity, but one of a soul deep connection being established.  “There should be nothing about me that scares you, mia bella.”  One hand left her hair, coming forward to cup the side of her face and hold it tenderly.  “Unless it is the same thing that makes you so dangerous to me.  What is between us is unexpected and strong, as well as unexpected.  Angels mate only once….”  He let the statement hang there and saw the gentle movement of her throat as she swallowed.  He’d been right about what she had meant.  “I promise to be most gentle with your heart, my dear one.”  His thumb swept over her cheek, his expression softening and his eyes tender as he took her in.  HIS female.  HIS Grigori.  HIS.  

JAM

When Leviathan looked up, he saw his brother leaned up against the door jam with his massive arms crossed over his broad chest.  Unlike Leviathan who was tall with dark hair and eyes, Mammon had lighter auburn hair and blue eyes, his frame broader and more muscular as well.  They were only brothers in that they were created by Div at the creation of the Earthly Realm, so their “Father” was the same.  There wasn’t much about them that was alike, other than their hatred for their father.  

KEY

“We are going to need to keep them closer together.  If he’s far from her again, we’re going to have a repeat.  I’m pretty sure they can be in different rooms, but not different wings of the castle.” Arch answered, which made every other male’s jaw tick. “However, I believe that I’ve figured out the key to why they are here.  The spell worked exactly as it should have.  Whether she was to be bound to Dartan (Dar-tan) or an angel (Dare-ten) is debatable, but the spell worked as it was designed.  The spectre is just an egotistical asshole.”

WIND “I would not hit my daughter, Lucifer.”  Adriel’s tone was condescending and although he was addressing the fallen, his eyes were focused solely on Abbadon.  His hands were glowing an ethereal blue and there was an otherworldly wind that was swirling about him.  No one who had ever seen the Angel of Death and Destruction doubted that he was in no mood to discuss anything with anyone, and he was quite done with whatever shit that Abbadon was about to pull.

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Turning My Back (Part III) (Sirius Black x Reader)

Word Count: 3235

TW: Mentions death, angst

AN: I hope you enjoy this final part! I finally got back into the groove of it and got it done. Please let me know if you liked it and Requests and replies are super appreciated! <3

(Part I) (Part II)

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MASTERLIST

"What?" Sirius said out loud as he read the final letter, confused and processing what he was reading.

"What is this?" He asked, with a gruff tone in his voice, turning to (Y/n). In his hand he held the letter and what he had found underneath it, a tiny photograph album, about the side of his hand. It was plain and brown, and tied with brown twine and a folded, yellowed piece of paper tucked inside.

"You've no right be angry about it." She said firmly and through gritted teeth, breathing heavy as she was clearly still nervous, despite her clear tone.

He knew that, but it didn't change the fact that he was angry- or upset. He just stared back at her, waiting for something else from her that might prove it wrong.

"Open it." She instructed, and his eyes fell obediently back down to what was in his hands. He put the letter itself down and pulled the twine off of the album, removing the peice of paper- significantly less well preserved than the rest, he unfolded it and read from it.

"12th of March, 1982, Remus John Lupin - aged 22 years, Bachelor, and (Y/n) (Y/m/n) (Y/l/n) - aged 21, Spinster, were married at the Headquarters for the Ministry of Magic in Whitehall, within the City of Westminster, London" He read and spoke with absolute clarity, sure not to misread or misunderstand. Once again he glanced back at her, but now her eyes were toward the floor.

"I don't understand-" he muttered, finally opening the tiny album, finding photos of her and Remus, no bigger than the size you'd keep in your wallet. They wore smart clothes, she wore that same dress that he recognised from the first photograph, though it hung poorly off her body on her now- like she'd begun wasting away, a short veil and clutched a small bouquet of flowers, and Remus a suit, which fitted him equally as poorly. They forced smiles and kissed eachother softly, nothing like a first kiss usually was. The final picture had come loose, but it was them both sat outside the Ministry, Remus with a cigarette on his lips, and (Y/n) close to his side, her head on his shoulder, if you looked closely you could just make out that she'd been crying, his suit jacket over her shoulders and arm tight around her. It was painfully clear that, though they were not a couple in love, there was more love there than Sirius wanted to recognise.

"Barely six months- after-" Sirius struggled to understand it. He paused and looked to her, her eyes still hadn't rise to meet him. "Was this something I should have known about- is this why-" she cut him off by shaking her head. She lifted her hand and turned the page for him.

There was a second copy of the certificate- with a large black inky stamp over it. '12/12/82 ANNULLED UNION BY WAY OF NON-CONSUMATION AND GROUNDS OF ABANDONMENT'. He breathed a sigh of relief- though he had no real claim to be relieved.

"But- why?" He asked.

"It was my only shot at getting custody of Harry. They wouldn't let me have him if I were on my own, and Remus and I..." She sighed. "He was all that was left. He was sweet to me, and we needed eachother, and- I couldn't let Harry go without the biggest fight I could put up. So we agreed to do it."

"It didn't work?" He questioned.

"It did for a while." She spoke, her eyes in a distant far off place. "They wouldn't let me stay at our flat, or Godric's Hollow, they said that was too dangerous, so the moment Harry was in my arms I moved in with Remus." She sighed. "He wasn't there most of the time, he was scared his Lycanthropy would hurt us. He never told me that outright, but I'm not stupid, I knew it. So he made excuses to be away, and it was just me and Harry." She began to tear up again. "I had him for three months, I couldn't even see it through to his birthday. The Ministry decided that Remus' Lycanthropy and his trying to keep us safe was abandonment of the household, and as I was classed as a single guardian again they decided I was unfit on my own. They took him back to that aunt of his and I never saw him after that. I had no more chances, no more resources or loopholes to keep him." Tears slid down her cheeks as she explained. "By christmas Remus and I were officially 'estranged' and I could file for annulment. I didn't want it that way- I still wanted someone- anyone to stay with me but we were both too fragile for that. I've not seen or spoken to him since then. It's always been too much to bear." She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand and sat down on the edge of an armchair.

"The day we-" She hesitated, never having said the words out loud before. "The day we got married, was freezing cold. That summer was blazing hot, but it was snowing when I stood back in that fucking office undoing it all." She spoke quietly. "It wasn't what I imagined when I was a little girl, when you asked me." She looked up and finally met Sirius' gaze. "We only took pictures, because the Ministry wanted them to be sure it wasn't a fraudulent marriage- which I suppose it was in the end." She broke the gaze again. "It's such a strange thing to focus on now. And I expect they'll be the only ones I'll ever have-" She mused sadly, she didn't know why she was still talking.

"Why are you showing me all this?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know. I just-" She stumbled over her words. "I want you to know I didn't just abandon him." She spoke through a sob, putting her shaking hand to her mouth to muffle the sound- feeling awful about how little she could control her emotions. "And the whole time- I wished it were you..." (Y/n) spoke under her breath, half hoping he wouldn't hear.

Looking in the mirror, at herself in her underwear, the only matching set she had, which happened to be a pale colour so thankfully didn't show under the dress, she shivered. It was a cold, wet day, which felt fitting. The rain tapped it's gentle fingers on the window and grey light filtered in.

She sat down on the bed and looked down at where her engagement ring had been. She had taken it off months ago, she didn't even know where it was now, she hated it so much.

It had only been a cheap place holder, a sort of braided, plated silver thing, that didn't fit well but had a small stone.

She used to like looking back on the night she was given that- but now it was a sour, hateful memory.

There was a scarcely audible knock on the door.

"Come in-" She squeaked out, not even looking up.

It was tentatively pushed open, and Remus entered quietly. He pressed it closed behind him, and looked at (Y/n). She glanced to him, suddenly with tears stinging her eyes.

He stood awkwardly in his suit- it was cheap grey polyester, he had a pink satin tie that was tied poorly and he'd clearly tied and untied it more than once.

They weren't shy around eachother, (y/n) being still sat in her underwear made no difference to him. After all these years, each of them had seen all of the others.

He went and sat beside her and put an arm around her. She felt the cold, shiny material against her skin and could smell his herbal aftershave.

There was an immense sadness that hung thick in the air. It was suffocating, like a toxic, acrid smoke.

She'd limply curled her hair and put as much makeup on as she could manage with the little energy she had. She sat up and took a deep breath, before picking up a pair of stockings and pulling them on slowly as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Remus stood, he went to the wardrobe, where he had emptied half of it out for her to put the few clothes she had in. On the door, on a metal wire hanger, hung the dress. He picked it up delicately, his scarred hands so gentle, feeling the fabric under his fingertips. He turned it over in his hands as he slipped it off the hanger and unbuttoned it. He turned and held it up for (Y/n) to step into, which she did, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder and another flat on his chest.

He pulled it up over her body, she slipped her arms into the sleeves and held it up on herself by holding her arm across her breast and splaying her fingers across where her hand sat, it now being too loose to stay up undone just by the shoulders. Meanwhile, Remus carefully placed his hands on her arms and twisted her around. He moved her hair over her shoulder and began buttoning the dress up.

Some of the buttons were loose, frayed or missing. She had loved this dress once but now it was faded, neglected- more so than when she had first aquired it second hand.

Finally, he guided her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. The shoes she had wanted to wear were sat by the bedside, so he kneeled, and slipped them on her feet, buckling the tiny strap around her ankle.

When he was done, he looked up at her. She was staring out the window- over his head. Her eyeline flickered to him as he straightened up and she let out a soft whimper- like she'd been holding her breath until she looked at him, her lip quivering. She leant forward and wrapped her arms around him. He immediately did the same, holding her tight as he felt her shaking in his arms. He felt too numb still to let his own eyes water- so all he felt he could do, to soothe himself in some way too, was to be a comfort to her now.

They left Remus' flat. She clutched a bouquet of silk flowers, bound in white satin ribbon and Remus' long coat over her shoulders. Remus had helped her pin a short blusher veil in her hair, which now flowed out behind her as they walked. Both the veil and silk flowers had been Lily's. It was all they had to make it look like a real wedding. Remus held her hand tight.

It wasn't a long walk to the Ministry, but it was excruciating. They put on faux smiles at every sweet comment from a stranger, congratulating the couple on their way to the altar, every nostalgic glance from an old couple and every little girl that looked up at (y/n) with wonder- so unknowing and so in awe of her, because she was a bride and despite it all she was still pretty if you didn't know what she had once looked like.

Remus had the rings in his pocket, in a folded manilla envelope, and the camera to take photos.

By noon they were married by a man sat at a desk, who didn't stand once for the entirety of the event, witnessed by the secretary of the official and a file clerk who happened to be passing by the office, and were stood in a different department of the Ministry- filling new forms to take custody of their dead friends' baby son.

As they did, Remus stood and watched his now wife frantically scribble in boxes and columns and rows. When they were officially declared man and wife and it was all over, she had sobbed. That's when they had gone out for some air, he'd smoked the cigarette and she had clung to his side, wearing his suit jacket, and the clerk, who had been taking pictures at the ceremony very kindly for them, and then shown them a side door they could slip out of for a moment, took the picture that so many years later Sirius would hold, having come loose from the photo album.

He was so- conflicted. Marrying his best friend's girl- if only for the practicality of it, felt like some kind of very odd betrayal. She was also his best friend, all he had left, it felt like he was betraying her too- though it was her idea.

It was a betrayal in that he couldn't be who she wished he were- though, god bless him, he tried. He didn't know that she wasn't kidding herself though, she knew just who he was. She would never knowingly pretend he was anything else.

His head had been so clouded since that night. He was numb, and life was so different. They'd lost everything, everyone. He would be glad to have Harry back, though he was scared also. He didn't know how this would all go in the long term. He had enough foresight most of the time to put one foot in front of the other- he was still in shock from it all.

He was so glad he had her, he could give her some comfort by doing all this, she could have Harry. They were all eachother had left now.

He had always imagined he'd be a best man at their wedding- not the groom. He knew, when she stood there, holding his hands as they uttered empty and yet powerful and comforting vows to eachother, that when her eyes glassed over as she looked up at him, she was wishing it were Sirius. He wished it were Sirius. If it were maybe it would mean all this would never have happened.

She should have had more meat on her bones, she should have looked healthy, her hips shouldn't jut out, her shoulders shouldn't have been been so pronounced, her ribs shouldn't show, her hair shouldn't be so thin, there should have been some chub on her thighs and stomach, her cheeks shouldn't be so hollow, her hands shouldn't shake, her nails shouldn't be so brittle, her teeth shouldn't be so ground down, she shouldn't be so diminutive and hunched.

She had been healthy, happy, beautiful when she was like that. She was still pretty, but nowhere near as beautiful as she had been when she was happy. When she was happy she ate, slept through the night without fits and she didn't feel so much guilt.

She felt so ill that she'd loved a killer, someone who apparently never loved her, used her, and who was always something so evil. It consumed her absolutely.

A week later, she and Remus were sat on the floor of the living room in the flat. It was scattered with toys and folded laundry or sheets on clothes horses, drying out. This was their final solace, paradise like she'd never known compared to the hellish landscapes she'd been traversing in the past months.

She was smiling again, Harry was babbling out words, sat between her legs and against her chest as she read to him from a little cardboard book.

Remus sat against the sofa, watching. Behind him, on the sofa, was a pillow and old duvet- it's where he was sleeping. He'd given his bedroom to (Y/n) to sleep in, and had put up the cot for Harry. She had tried to insist that he didn't, but he promised he didn't mind. She was thinking were Remus would be long term, where would he sleep if not at least in his own bed? It was a small double, there was room- but she respected that, as close as they were, he didn't think it felt quite right- not uncomfortable, they weren't shy- but just not right.

He wasn't thinking that way. She hoped that they could give Harry a somewhat average life, two parents, a mother and father figure, a happy one at least. She hoped they could both tell him one day of how wonderful his parents were, and that they loved him so much, but also reassure him that she and Remus were there for him always, that he would never have to explain to anyone anything he didn't want to, he would always be able to say he had a mum and dad and they were married and loved him and that there would be nothing too unusual about his life.

He was intending to drift away a bit, allow her to be Harry's parent, as all his old insecurity cropped up and with the stress of the events of the past months making the full moons more and more difficult.

It wasn't that he was never around, as the Ministry later claimed, he was- and he wanted to be. He wished he could feel more secure, but he wasn't. He felt it was better off if he limited his involvement. He adored Harry and (Y/n). If he thought he could be the father and husband they needed him to be, instead of a liability, he would have been.

In the end, it just couldn't be. The bliss wouldn't last. She couldn't bring herself to blame Remus for that. Like her, he was just doing what he thought was best. She was glad she had the little time she did, because of him.

"You did?" Sirius looked at her as he heard her speak. His eyes were pooled with a lifetime of regret, all of it pouring into that pair of glassy eyes like floodgates had opened. He had left her so vulnerable, so damaged and robbed. He had always been so focused on his own loss, just wanting her all these years. He had always fantasised about winning her back again, having some semblance of hope that his life, as he had never been able to form a new one inside Azkaban, so the life he had before that night was all he had, could be salvaged. He'd lost sight of how dire her life had become, how desperate she had been. It struck him now. And it struck him also that he could never love anyone else more, or even as much, as he loved her.

"Despite it all- Sirius. Despite the fact that I believed you a murderer, traitor, the man who had destroyed my innocence, our family, our life- I wished you were there with me." She spoke and Sirius just watched "To be more accurate, I wished that you, as I had thought I had known you, as you maybe once were, were there with me." She brought her hand from her mouth and looked down at the box, all it's contents now spread on the bureau. All the photos, some happy, some deviating. All the paperwork, receipts of funeral flowers, the invoice for the headstones, certificates and letters and small mementos. Even the wedding rings that she and Remus had used, sat back in their little crumpled envelope.

She placed it all back in and closed the box. She never liked looking at it.

"but now? I just want to see my Godson."

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