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naffeclipse · 3 months

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What would SJ eclipse be like as a Naga? 👀 absolutely terrifying, I'm sure lmao!! Also, what would SJ! Eclipse think of the photographer? Mashing aus so hard right now I'm frothing at the mouth 😭😭

Oh no. Naga SJ Eclipse is just as terrible as a four-arm Eclipse! He shouldn't be given any more means to grab and bruise you than he already has smh

That being said—

He has black and burgundy scales with red markings like diamonds full of warning up and down his tail. The frills adorning his head are dark and terrifying, like a poisonous black-blue flower. He's powerful, swift, and precise with his kills.

He doesn't think much of the photographer; an easy meal. That is until he realizes you are more respectful of the jungle and the creatures than most humans, and he watches how you stare in quiet reverence at the forces at work around you. You intrigue him. Mostly, he wants to see how quickly he can break you. Which, to his chagrin, isn't as easy as he suspects it to be.

With you, he's obsessed. He hates that you're not bending under his will despite your fear. Your every encounter with him involves you being tugged and twisted around like a little doll made to dance. His strength is terrifying. His size is overwhelming. He'll trap you in his coils until you stop squirming—until you learn that you can't keep fighting because if you do, he'll crush you.

That's the threat he likes to snarl. The promise chills your very marrow.

He leaves you bruised when you try to talk back to him and keep attempting to escape his claws. His loops twist around you just enough to give you a half-second of panic, unable to fill your lungs enough to breathe, but he loosens his grip before you choke. This, however, leaves the skin over your ribs colored in deep violets and indigo splatters. You're afraid he wants to see what he's done—his claws trace the bottom of your shirt, searching.

If he's feeling generous enough, he'll grab you by the wrists and drag you closer, close enough to hiss in your ear that he wouldn't have to be so rough if you behaved. He has a particularly nasty habit of grabbing your chin when you refuse to look at him. His hellish orange eyes flash when you whimper or gasp, but it's not enough—he wants you under his thumb. You'll give in. You'll see that the only way is his way.

#rip the photographer it was nice knowing them #he can be worse #so so much worse #sleuth jesters eclipse #naga!eclipse #great now i'm frothing at the mouth #augh this man someone turn him into noddle soup #naff writing #sj naga eclipse au #the serpent den

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shiny-kaibernyte · 3 months

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Hi hi!!! The last request you did for me was amazing!!! 🤩🤩

This time I’m asking for Kieran with a sweet trainer that trains fire types? Maybe their ace happens to be a Delphox? 👀 (Doesn’t have to be ofc 😅)

I freaking love this idea. I do hope you don't mind I used a Chandelure as the ace instead. Its my third favourite Pokémon plus I may or may not have a personal grudge against the fox... it has wronged me in many ways. This is no where near my best work and I must admit I wasn't to happy with it. But at the end of the day I do hope you at least tolerate it

A Sweet Ember | Kieran x Reader (Fire specialist)

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

After a bug type trainer got a little to aggressive with his words, Kieran almost got physical himself. But with your convincing, Kieran stood down and got to watch his little flame burn this trainer to a crisp.

Warnings: Small argument, Minor threats. Fluff

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for The Indigo Disk Ending

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Ever since the journey to Area Zero, Kieran had been trying his best recently to undo the mistakes of his past. Many had been understanding of his passions, sharing the same drive to be stronger. Although there were the odd few who saw Kieran’s methods too brutal and unruly to forgive. He’d been able to sway many in his favour, using gifts and apologies when possible. Though you made it especially easy; having such a calming presence and welcoming smile, you were the main reason Kieran was even able to gain anyone's favour. And he was eternally grateful to call you his. Without you, he never would have gotten to this point. But even you couldn’t sway everyone. “Don’t take it to heart, Kieran! I'm sure they still need time to come around…” You pleaded, resting your hand on Kieran’s shoulder, feeling it sink down in defeat.

“What’s the point? No matter what I say, this kid won’t listen to a word! It's hopeless…” Kieran’s voice was laced with doubt and quilt. After listening to him argue back and forth with this bug type trainer, it would seem Kieran was especially harsh to him.

“Why not let me talk to him? Maybe I can convince him to listen to you.” With a gentle smile you move to stand in front of your boyfriend, resting your hand on his cheek so he’d look at you, a light peep coming from your bag, as your Litwick popped its adorable little face out to encourage Kieran.

His doubt washed away when he saw your smile, returning it in kind as he took the hand on his cheek into his. “You're right… you always were better with words than me. But I'm coming with you… with how he was talking to me, I will not stand for him treating you that way!”

“You’re adorable, you know that.” Kissing his cheek, your smile only brightens at the sight of his flushed face. “Alright, you can come, but please stand just out of sight. I don’t think Buggy would be too keen to talk with me if he saw you there…”

“Right! I’ll stay out of sight, but if he says anything hurtful to you, I'm stepping in!” His determination was hard to ignore, so with a sweet chuckle you took his hand, dragging him off in the direction that bug trainer had run off in, your Litwick waving its tiny arms in excitement.

It didn’t take long to find your Buggy friend, he’d run off towards the School entrance. You’d spotted him battling a Doduo just outside the gate; and Kieran had spotted the perfect hiding spot too. With a quick squeak, Kieran let go of your hand and sneaked his way over to his new hiding spot, his years of hiding behind Carmen paying off. As soon as he was out of direct line of sight, you quickly made your own way over to this trainer, a warm smile on your face.

“Excuse me, I'm really sorry to disturb you but, could you spare a moment? I wanted to ask you something!” You question, tapping the trainer's shoulder lightly, making sure the fight he was having with the Doduo was over.

Spinning on his heel, Buggy stared down at you for a moment, he was a bit taller than you, so his presence was slightly looming as he stood proud, his arms crossed expectantly. “Well, ask away. Must be important if you're bothering me during my training.”

“Again, I am sorry about this, but I just wanted to ask what you thought about the Kieran news? How he’s trying to amend his mistakes. I'm sure you must have heard what everyone's been saying.” trying to be as unsuspecting as possible, you clasp your hands in front of you, continuing on your point. “I happened to notice you turning Kieran down earlier, and I was curious as to what caused you to do so? The fight seemed pretty heated.”

Raising his eyebrow, the boy only stared harder into you. “Strange thing to ask someone, what's it to ya? Is he a friend of yours? If so, I would steer clear, don’t buy into these ‘he’s changed’ rumours. He is a no good pain in my behind and after how he treated me. I'm not giving him the kind of day!”

“No, no, he isn’t a friend per say… Anyway, that's not important. Why not just hear him out? After all, these are just rumours, and you can't prove anything until you hear his side?” With an almost begging look in your eyes, you try to reason with him again, but all you got was a scowl and a judgmental gaze.

“Arceus you’re annoyingly persistent. Take a hint will ya, I ain’t interested in what that no good brat of a champion has to say. Or you for that matter. So buzz off!” He waved his hand at you, almost smacking you in the face if you hadn’t stepped back, your Litwick now cowering inside your bag now, before it had been intently watching the conversation, curiously waiting for every response.

Kieran suddenly appeared in front of you, startling the both of you. How he got to them from his hiding spot without being noticed; you’ll never know, but now wasn’t the time to think of that. Instead, your full attention was drawn to his face. Rage filled Kieran’s eyes, his Hydrapple's pokeball clutched in one of his hands, the other balled in a fist. Seems any hope he had of reasoning peacefully was gone the moment he got a bit too feisty with you. “Keep your hands away from them!”

“Kieran no!” You quickly scurry your way in front of him, placing both hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away. His glare never once leaves the trainer behind you.

“Hmph, shoulda figured you were his, the way you were questionin me an all… Shame the almighty champion has fallen this far from grace he has to call in his sweet little Litten to talk to me.” The boy mocked, poking your shoulder at the Litten part.

“Well, this ‘Litten’ has claws. So please don’t touch me unless you want to get burned!” You snap, wafting his hand away from you, still trying to hold back Kieran from out right punching him.

“ OOO seems little cupcake here's got a bite after all. Alright, tell you what! If you beat me in a 4v4 battle, I'll hear pretty boy out. Sounds fair?” He questioned, leaning back expectantly.

With a bright smile, you nod, clapping slightly as you speak. “Sounds like a fair deal! I’ll meet you at the arena then”

“Oh no, we're doing it right here, right now. Heal up and meet me by that rock over there. Hurry it up, will you? I'm not a patient guy.” Buggy stated. Taking a few steps away from you, leaning on the rock he had pointed out. You had no need to heal as you rarely engaged in battles, so you simply took a few paces away so there was plenty of room to battle.

“Destroy Him will you, love!?” Kieran demanded, placing his hand on his cheek, the burning fire in his eyes returned in yours. All you did was nod before Kieran placed a gentle kiss to your lips, moving behind you to watch you destroy this Insect of a trainer.

Your opponent started out with the best case scenario, a Scizor, a Pokémon with a four times weakness to fire. So without a second thought, you send out your most trusted Pokémon. Your Chandelure, a Pokémon you had raised since you were a little kid. Seems your Chandelure was feeling the same burning drive you were as its flames burned brighter than ever before. You could see this trainer visibly gulp once he had noticed your specialty, the red tones of your clothing and the very obvious Litwick in your bag, seemingly not enough of a hint, though your sweet personality and giving nature tended to accompany the burning passions most would see from a fire specialist.

You didn’t even need to bring the rest of your team out, as one by one, your Chandelure KO’d every single one of this trainer's team, you almost felt bad for the rest of your team missing out on this fiery display. Any sign of that cute persona you had was gone, replaced by a boiling hot drive. The flame in your eyes pushing your point across more with each attack you landed. And as soon as his final Pokémon fell, you claimed victory.

Refusing any money or BB points Buggy tried to give you, instead pushing him and Kieran closer together, demanding the pair talk this out and at least come to some form of mutual understanding. Good or bad, they were going to talk it out and your team was going to make sure that happens.

Chandelure floated behind you, eating a spicy berry you’d given it as a reward. Your Blazikin standing behind Kieran, and your Ninetales standing behind the Pest. Your little Litwick poking its eyes over the crease of your bag, watching the silent stare down unfold. Though the Pokémon swayed the pair from leaving, it didn’t exactly start them talking, the silence was burning your ears. This was going to be a long night.

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shima-draws · 7 months

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IF YOU DON'T MIND I am going to talk... about my Kieran-momotaro theory for the Indigo Disk... so IDK how much you've seen of it but there's some pretty compelling evidence of a Momotaro pokemon to round out the Lousy Three in the Teal Mask DLC, and I believe this pokemon is likely the source of the poison chains the three have. But that begs the question, why introduce it in Indigo Disk instead of Teal Mask, where it would fit the setting most? I think that it's because it'll play into Kieran's character arc.

My theory is that Kieran will partner with this Momotaro pokemon during Indigo Disk in his pursuit of strength. Kieran already has a kind of connection to the lousy three, namely that it was HIS rage that brought them back from the dead. We're never really told HOW that happened, whether or not anybody getting mad near the monument would've revived them or whether there was already something about Kieran that made his anger special, but the fact remains that it was specifically Kieran who unintentionally brought them back. Another thing is that, what this Momotaro pokemon does is make others stronger. In Scarlet's dex entries, it goes over how the Lousy Three's chains all enhanced them in different ways- Okidogi got big and buff, Munkidori got really smart, and Fezandipity got... a fabulous new look. But boiled down, these poison chains all made the Lousy Three stronger, which matches Kieran's current pursuit of strength.

So I think Kieran is going to have a literal toxic relationship with this Momotaro pokemon, which makes it really on the nose that this thing's apparent symbol is poisonous chains, and the player is gonna have to beat some sense back into him/get him to snap out of it.

And honestly? The idea that Ogerpon's rejection would drive him to join forces with the ringleader of the pokemon that hurt her the most would make for a DELICIOUSLY ironic character arc

OOOH YEAH I've been seeing theories like this floating around! Also somebody pointed out that for a VERY brief second when Kieran punches the monument his fist glows purple. Whether that was bc the monument was just reacting to his negative emotions OR bc the Momotaro Pokemon was interfering and using Kieran to revive the Lousy Three remains to be seen but there's very compelling evidence that something happened in that moment 👀

I can definitely see the Momotaro Pokemon seeing Kieran's conflict and deciding to use it to its advantage. Idk if Kieran is acting out willingly or if the Momotaro Pokemon is twisting his emotions and really making him have a toxic obsession with strength but I can't WAIT to find out what's going on there.

God I'm SUCH a slut for puppet master situations like this. Is the character in question lashing out of their own free will? Or are they being manipulated to do so? Are they genuinely spiraling due to trauma or abuse or whatever else or are they being drawn into a trap? AGHHH.

Love this theory and your take on it and you are SO right Kieran teaming up with the Momotaro Pokemon would be the cherry on top of the absolute mess of a cake that we've gotten. I need the Indigo Disc YESTERDAY I'm going to lose my mind when it releases

#Shima answers questions #Pokemon #The Teal Mask #Pokemon Kieran #Pokemon SV #Ogerpon #OH SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN. It's just like 2017 when I was obsessed with Varian's villain arc.#Same sad little boy different fandom......

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deny-the-issue · 4 months

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Rainbow Drabble Challenge

Violet

GIF by gameofthronesdaily

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo <- Previous Chapter

Overall Summary: This is a short love story about Otto Hightower being a sexy bastard. There WILL be a happy ending. The reader is mid to late twenties in age.

Chapter Summary: You are married to Ser Otto and thoroughly enjoy what the night offers.

Thank you to @silcoitus for beta reading! <3

Thank you to all who read! I do have an additional story rattling around in my head for Ser Otto but no actual plans to write it (as of right now). It would be the second part of this story set more in the events of HOTD 👀

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[spinster!reader] [Otto Hightower x f!reader] [smut] [vaginal sex] [edging]

You woke in Otto Hightower’s arms hearing your mother lament about your poor health. Even after you proved your heartiness by standing of your own will, she barely let off. Fretting about this and that, the whirlwind that is your mother buzzed around you.

She only stopped when Ser Otto offered to have the Maester look you over, seemingly pleased with your future husband’s care. However, he did not lead you to the Maester, but to your private chamber. Where you would expect to feel fraught with worry of being caught, you found his quiet presence peaceful.

There is nothing anyone could say that would ruin this wedding, for the worst was already done. A maid brought you food at his request, and he stayed to watch you eat and drink. His steely gaze would have read as disapproval from any other, but you know it is out of concern.

The care a man such as he provides is stern, without flowery gestures with a mind reminiscent of a glacier, and you cannot wait to see what lies beneath the surface.

To your astonishment, a week later you are married in Baelor’s Sept, the oldest and grandest temple of worship. When you are draped in Ser Otto’s cloak, you feel the warmth of love and gratitude melt your heart, and you blink away tears of happiness.

Oh, how different your life will be from the nightmare you found yourself in. You never thought you would find happiness with a man by your side, let alone one you chose.

The feast is the most delicious you have ever eaten, yet you only eat enough to be lightly sated. Easy enough to do with the Queen herself, who is also Ser Otto’s daughter, studying your every movement.

You know most of what happens after—more than any maiden should—but you cannot help the nervousness blooming in your belly.

You have not been able to talk with Ser Otto in private since your argument. Open doors were standard for an unwed couple if you were alone in a room together, you know, but you grew to hate it with each passing second.

Why did he decide to marry you? What did he promise your family? What did he tell the drunken lord?

So many questions swirl around your mind in a dizzying, but soothing pattern. Or is that the effects of the wine?

You drink a little more and smile at the regal man seated beside you, warmth radiating from your heart. He smiles as well, softer and more subtle while taking your hand in his and leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“I think it is high time we depart, don’t you?”

You swallow hard, blush painting your cheeks a deep red, and simply nod your agreement. The pair of you make your farewells quickly and retreat to Ser Otto’s private chamber. You have never seen his room before, it would not have been polite for an unwed Lady to visit, and he so rarely uses it.

Thrice as large as yours and filled with decadent furniture, you feel lost as you enter through the heavy wooden door. So taken in by the environment, you barely register Ser Otto bolting the door closed, ensuring your privacy.

His arms snaking around your middle startle you. Turning within his embrace, you face him, meeting his gaze lovingly.

“Why?” You ask, not knowing the precise question to ask. “How?”

He smirks, one hand smoothing up your back while the other holds you to him ever tighter. “Your loyalty to your family is admirable, Lady wife.”

The title sends a rush of warmth in between your legs, and you cannot help the lustful way you bite your lip. His sneaky hand delves into your hair, grabbing it from the root to pull your head back. A surprised moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling, and you’re as good as his when he leans in close, beard and hot breath tickling the cup of your ear.

“And did you truly think I could have you, and not crave you again?” His other hand wanders lower, taking firm hold of your ass. “You are mine, don’t you remember saying so?”

His words leave you speechless and aching with only one focus.

“Remind me?” You reply, wit somehow returning through the rush of lustful thoughts.

His eyes darken with hunger as he leads you to the bed, where he undresses you like a present, slow and methodical. Your garments are hung over a nearby chair one by one until your skin is bare to him.

He steps back, admiring your body with an intensity that makes your heart flutter and you approach him with shy, uncertain steps, smoothing your hands up his chest.

“It is your turn, my Lord husband.” The words are foreign on your tongue but incite such happiness.

Your clumsy fingers work at undoing his doublet, but he waits patiently. His clothes adorn another chair, his heavy leather doublet first to drape over the back. Undershirt next, warm cotton revealing his soft stomach, body hair thick and graying, trailing down his torso, disappearing beneath the hem of his trousers.

His skin is hot to the touch, your hands feeling up his bare chest experimentally, loving the feel of the coarse hair.

He cocks his brow, smirking as he teases. “Is that all you wish to see?”

You shake your head with a smile and sink to your knees slowly as an answer, your hands never leaving him. Licking your lips enticingly, fingers hovering over the string holding his pants closed, you almost giggle at the look of frustration on his face as you untie his boots instead.

After you place his boots off to the side, the strain of his cock against his pants makes it more difficult to unlace them, and you hopelessly struggle with it. Patience wilting, Ser Otto saves you more embarrassment, thumb sliding under the string and deftly loosening it.

You slowly pull the fabric down, eyes going wide as his cock bounces free.

He sits in one of the clothes-lined chairs before you take off his pants completely, your eyes never leaving his swollen cock. Ser Otto lets out a shuddering breath when your hands run up his bare thighs but grabs your wrists when you reach his groin.

“Leave that for another night, Lady Wife. I have misgivings to atone for.”

He helps you rise to your feet gently before standing and leading you to the bed. Your heart pounds in your chest as the moment grows near. The ache between your legs pulses as he lays you on the soft fabric, a royal dark emerald to match his family crest. His knees push your legs open, cock so close to where you need it most and yet so far.

The yearning grows too large, taking over your every being. Fuck his atonement! You need his skin pressed against yours, his breath filling your lungs—his cock stretching your cunt.

Giving in to carnal pleasure, you let your reservations burn away and embrace him. Greedy hands bring his face to yours, lips passionately interlocking, each of you eager to show your love, devotion, need for the other.

He melts in your resolve and sits back, long legs splayed in front of him, allowing you to straddle him. Brazenly, you reach between your legs, softly gripping his length to line it up with your entrance. Hot, surprisingly soft skin, he twitches in your hand, a drop of precum adorning its head like a tiny crown.

You whimper, high-pitched and shaky, his cock sliding through your folds, pleasuring your hardening little clit so deliciously. It is not what you meant to do, but it feels so divine that you do it again, slower this time. Ser Otto moans into your mouth, one hand gripping your ass to steady your quickening rhythm and leaning back on the other.

Your hips buck as you grind against him, the movement as natural as breathing. Slick sounds fill the air as the familiar tension grows in your core.

“Let me hear you.” He commands, voice breathy and deep. “Let King’s Landing hear you!”

Ser Otto lifts your hips a little higher on your next pass, and his cock slides into you with ease. Your head tilts back as you sing from the delightful stretch of him, taking in his length slowly until your hips are flush with his.

Desperate little thrusts of your hips, you keen as you balance on the edge of marital bliss with Ser Otto’s shuddering moans painting your neck in his hot, panting breath. You could live in this moment forever—make love to him forever. He clings to you ever tighter like a mooring in a storm, with each wave stronger than the last until his nails are digging into your skin.

His cock grows ever harder inside of you, massaging your bundle of nerves deep within in a mind-bending way.

“Otto!” You cry out, hips bucking uncontrollably toward your release.

Cradling him to you, you feel the base of his cock pulse and twitch, your name fast on his lips to call out his bliss. The pinnacle of your climax takes the breath from your lungs–back-arching, throbbing elation that reaches from the tip of your toes to the top of your spine. Your pleasures are so intensely entwined you do not know where you end, and he begins; even the air itself is heavy with the scent of your communion.

Ser Otto leans back on both hands, utterly spent, but you still cling to him, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Are you satisfied, Lady wife?” he muses, kissing the top of your head.

You lift your head and smile mischievously, “For now.”

Ser Otto raises his brow in question, and you elaborate.

“What was the atonement you spoke of, I wonder?”

“It was letting you have your way with me.” He rolls you onto your back and looms from above with the commanding presence you fell in love with. “I will not be so docile in the future.”

“Promise?” You ask, heat returning despite the soreness settling in between your legs.

He smirks in approval and kisses your forehead before rising slowly from the bed. Without his heat, you curl up to conserve your evaporating warmth, the ambient air assaulting your bare skin.

He retrieves a small wooden box from atop the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed, torso turned toward you.

“In truth, this is my atonement. It is no mere object, but a symbol of my promise to be a good husband.” He pauses, bowing his head. “To be better.”

Heart aching for him, you move to his side, arms touching as you lean on him with loving but silent support. He offers you the small box, and you look into his kind hazel eyes before gently taking it. The top slides off easily enough, revealing a beautiful ring. Gold filigree frames a brilliant amethyst, its violet hues dazzling you despite the dimming light of the fire.

The gesture overwhelms you as much as it pleases you, rendering you silent as he takes your right hand in his and adorns your ring finger with the precious stone.

“I love you.” You confess suddenly, unable to find any other words but those.

He cups your face gently, thumbs caressing your soft skin, his eyes intense and devoted. “I love you too.”

#otto hightower #otto hightower x reader #otto hightower fanfiction #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #smut #rainbowdrabblechallenge

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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SPEAKKING OF BOBA THOTS I FORGOT TO SEND YOU THIS ONE THIS MORNING

(i think it could also work for wolffe but mainly boba)

somnophilia (maaaaybe free use—for wolffe 👀), waking up in the middle of the night/really early morning pinned to boba’s chest, he’s got an arm barred across your chest holding you by the shoulder as he fucks your thighs

he just keeps you in that blurry half awake dream space just making the both of you feel good until one of you gets more desperate and he makes you beg him to fuck you back to sleep 🤭

AHHHHHHHHH ok you have inspired me 🤭 and it’s gonna be boba bc I miss him my daddy

Sunlight just peeking over the horizon hits your face as it paints the indigo night sky with the soft pale pink of dawn. It was already warming up. You could feel the heat on your bare skin, the haze of humidity starting to flood the bedroom from the open balcony archway.

Before you could open your eyes, a dull rocking shifts your body forward like the billowing air tides across the dune sea. A grumble fills your ears as you begin to come to, feeling warmth radiate across your entire backside. You tried to turn over, but felt the restraint of a muscular forearm against your pebbled nipples.

“Don’t move, little one. Got you right where I want you.” Boba huffed softly, the whispered words hot along the shell of your ear. He groaned deeper as he let his other hand pull you by your hipbones impossibly closer to where his hips were lazily snapping to meet yours.

“Hmm…Boba…what…” You drawl softly in your half-asleep daze, reaching down to entwine your fingers with his on your hip. Before you could finish your thought, you felt the hot, weighted length of him press between the plush of your closed thighs. You gasp delightfully, widening your thighs just enough to let him move with an enjoyable amount of friction.

The subtle throb of his morning cock found it’s home slotting itself just below your own entrance, brushing at your clit gently with each thrust. You let out a desperate mewl at the contact and began writhing in rhythm with Boba’s hips.

“Looked so pretty laying there. I can’t help it, princess. Daddy’s gotta have you.” Boba whispered, placing the laziest of long, hot kisses at the spot behind your ear that always made you melt. “Watching the suns paint your silhouette across my sheets as they rise over my city…you’re mine too, aren’t you?”

His thrusts increase in strength without ever changing the pace. The mounting intensity along your drenched slit without the relief of entrance has you boiling in your core as you ache for the stretch of him inside you. In the daze of morning, you were powerless to resist such teasing. You moaned louder now, the whispered sweet nothings across your pillows no longer enough to signify your need for him.

The deep grumble of a satisfied laugh spread across your back as it echoed in his broad chest. “All you have to do is say it. Tell me you’re mine. Beg me to fill you and I’ll make that ache go away.” He instructed, letting his soft kisses turn into sloppy, desperate hickies on the length of your neck. Still the thrusting of his thick cock between your thighs didn’t let up, his hands traveling to knead at your thighs.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, tipping your head back onto his shoulder and crying out as he slid himself between your soaked slit now.

“C’mon, little one,” he mocked, keeping his composure despite your heat threatening to envelope him in seconds. “Use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice so early. Wake up our city.” He laughed darkly as he let the tip of his cock slap against your clit and you lost it.

“Boba. Fuck me. Please. I’m yours, Daddy, all yours. Please.” You begged at full volume, rocking back into his lap and gripping his hands desperately. You were slick and ready and if you waited even a second longer you’d explode.

He groaned loudly, shifting his palm down your upper thigh. “There you go, my Princess. Now you’ve earned it.” He purred, lifting your leg higher and splitting you apart on top of him.

He took you like that into the late hours of morning, letting you fade back into blissful sleep with every climax and waiting to wake you up again each time for another round.

#boba fett smut #boba fett x you #boba fett x reader #boba fett thots #boba fett x reader smut #I’m a boba is a daddy truther #the type of daddy depends on the day #this morning he was soft encouraging loving daddy #daimyo boba fett

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verosvault · 3 months

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 4!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 4 "Under Pressure"

Timestamp: 2:36:36

Video Length: 4min. & 9sec.

Adaine sees Kalina at her job (Pt.1 | ‣Pt. 2)

Adaine sends Kristen a text that Cassandra needs her right now!

Fig says she can disguise herself as Kristen at the party!

Cassandra in pain: "This isn't fair!!!"

A splash of indigo blood 0^0

A flickering star of red light?! 👀👀

Oh dang!!! The death of that wizard's friend and the sudden "Adaine, what do you do?"

Bro! That pressure fr! 😭✋

Everyone sees exactly what Brennan has described when Adaine blinks to her friends from the Synod! 👀

Murph's YIKES face 😬 as Brennan says that all this happens as the first cars pull up to the party at Seacaster Manor!

I love how Fig's first idea is to burn Fabian's house down! 😭😭😭

Fabian is so mad! He wants to throw the party! He doesn't wanna go with everyone else 😭

Adaine has a key to the Synod since she's an employee who works there and sometimes she needs to bring goods over. She can also bring people over there as well now.

The portal is about to close! 😭✋

Brennan: "All of you need to make a decision. Something absolutely insane is happening in the wizards' Synod, in the Synod of Spyre. Cassandra is on all fours and she is growing larger, and the red light is growing, and Kalina looks horrified."

😭😭😭😭 way to create a ton of stress Brennan! 😭✋

Adaine: "Guys, I think the Nightmare King is literally coming back right now!"

Riz: "We can party later."

Fabian so upset: "We're not burning my house down! Stop saying it out loud!"

😭😭😭 poor Fabian!!

Riz: "It's still pretty legendary to just open your door and let people go in the house!"

Fabian: "How do I go maximum legend if I only threw one party, and it never happened because my house burned down?"

😭😭😭😭

Gorgug: "Sorry, going to a cooler party."

Brennan starts a portal closing countdown!!! 😭😭😭😭

Kristen immediately starts putting bless on people! 😭

Gorgug goes into a rage!

Everyone jumps through the portal and everyone rolls for initiative!

Brennan: "See you, at Basrar's!!!"

😭😭😭😭😭

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👀

An AU? About Diantha and Lance raising Iris and Silver?

And it’s wholesome and soft??

I need more info. When did they get together? Was it after they adopted/took in Iris and Silver?? Before??

THANKS FOR ASKING OMF FINALLY I GET TO SHARE THIS HAHAHAH

Anyways holy shit owo

Yeah so in my lil au, Lance and Diantha actually met at Kalos during one conference when they were younger, and they actually battled, Diantha was champion during that time already, but Lance was still climbing up the ranks of the Indigo League, but he's strong yknow, he even beat the E4, so yeah they met during that, I wanna say Dia's like nineteen and Lance was twenty-one during that

And they kept in touch yknow, they'd check in on each other from time to time, and a few years later, when Lance told her he was part of the Indigo League Elite Four, she was so excited and happy for him, so she decided to celebrate w him by visiting Johto. And yeah, the two became closer than ever, and like, yeah around their second year being friends they decided to try a relationship w each other, and hey it worked out yknow, really well that they're still together after years

And like cbdmdn ough idk, I want it to be like bcmdnd like yknow how Iris was originally from Blackthorn, imagine if before the elders gave her away to Drayden, Lance decided to take her in, telling the elders since he's the head of their clan now, he can do whatever he wants, and he wants to take care of the child, she was a Blackthorn now and there's nothing they can do abt it

He called in Diantha, said "so I fought with the elders and.. and we have a kid now."

"....excuse me, WHAT"

"*sends a pic of Iris playing with Dragonair* her name is Iris"

"oh my Arceus"

So yeah, Diantha rushed to Johto after her lil panic, and like idk, imagine once she got there she sees Lance holding Iris close to him, and he's reading her a book abt dragons, and lil Iris was so amazed by everything, then they finally saw her, and Diantha's heart almost couldn't take it, Iris was looking at her, those bright red eyes shining w such a light, and Dia just caved in when Iris smiled at her, she honestly cried

And like yeah yknow just cjmxxn they're all soft and such, that night all three of them were together in Lance's room, w Iris between them, and she's there pointing at Lance calling him dad and pointing at Diantha calling her mom and Dia cried again— hugging Iris all "that's right, little one, oh you are so amazing!" And Iris was there giggling and hugging her back, repeating the word mom over and over again. And god Lance just looks at them and man he just loves them so much he joined in on the hug it's all so sweet I'm jcjxnxmx

But like yknow cjdmnd once Iris was asleep, Lance and Diantha finally have a lil talk and such, and it was oh so sudden yknow, that suddenly they have a kid now, and they didn't even get to talk abt having a family of their own just yet, and they're honestly terrified that they'd become like their parents. But like, yknow, Iris was w them now, and even if she just entered their life so suddenly, they couldn't imagine their lives without her. And yeah, they promised each other that they'll be good parents to Iris, that they won't fail her like how their own parents failed them

And just chmdndn yknow, a year later maybe, Diantha visits Johto again, it was a bit rough for them considering that Diantha's still Champion yknow and she's an actress too, she has a ton of shit to work on back at Kalos, but at least she gets a few months breaks every once in a while. So yeah, she's at Johto now, and it's all cool yknow, they're out on a lil outing and such, visiting Ecruteak, and even Goldenrod, and getting some rage candy bars at Mahogany, and imagine that's where they met Silver tho

Like they see this five year old kid trying to steal candy behind the vendor's back, and Lance was there telling him off but like, the kid looked so scared but also equally pissed, and like, Lance and Diantha asking him where his parents were and he just sneered at them saying that his parents are weak and bad and he doesn't like them and doesn't wanna be w them anymore

Lance was abt to say more stuff, but like Diantha's there crouching down to the kid's level, asking him abt his name, where he's from, and like, ough jdmd Silver calming down and telling her everything, and then Dia smiled at him and buys him more food, and ofc Silver was shocked to say the least bc she was really nice to him. And like, Dia telling him that he shouldn't even be roaming around without a Pokémon of his own, as he could get hurt, but he didn't care he told her, he's strong. Diantha knew that's a bluff ofc, even a little Flabebe could hurt a child, but Silver clearly trusts her a bit, so she just nods along. But yknow, imagine after that, Silver just quietly follows them around, like at a distance, bc he doesn't wanna be seen as weak

But they all noticed him yknow, Iris especially, kept waving at him and he's there making shushing motions so she wouldn't blow his cover, but she just wants to be his friend yknow. And Lance just went "yknow if you want to stay with us for dinner, you can, I'm sure Iris would love to have someone to play with" and Silver just accepted cause honestly it's better than living on the cold streets of Johto

And yeah just cjmdnd ough pls them just taking care of Silver too tho, giving him new clothes before they actually got home, buying him the snacks that he wanted, even got him some games and toys cause they know Iris doesn't like sharing much and they'd rather not have two kids fighting while they're trying to think of what to do w Silver since from what they know his parents are still around yknow.

But also imagine Silver and Iris bonding while Lance and Diantha prepare their dinner, Iris is there showing off her dragon plushies to him, telling him that one day she's gonna be a Dragon Master too, and Silver scoffs at that saying he wants to be strong enough to be Champion

Iris just up and goes "ohh! mom is a Champion!"

"really?"

"yeah! Champion of.. uh.. Kalos!"

So later that night, before dinner, Silver went to Diantha and said that he wants to be a Champion like her too

And yknow yeah years later after they got everything settled, they're just a happy lil family, while yeah Diantha was still a bit busy w her Champion duties, and Lance w his E4 and soon to be Champion duties, they somehow made it work. Sometimes the kids even stay at Kalos w Diantha and her family. So hey it's all cool hahah

#god i have more concepts abt them its insane cndmnd #also wanna say silver is older than iris by two years #and hes a good brother okay he may not seem like it but if he sees anyone messing w iris its on sight #and like cndmdn ough their starter mons too ndmdn #i do wanma give them different mons but at the same time i want their mons to stay the same hahah #but yeah this is the most self indulgent au ive ever made so yeah owo“ hahaha #pokemon au #pokemon champions #silkwingshipping #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112 #silkwing au

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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 years

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Vice Versa ep 10

Oh the pink and red/blue and purple of it all.

First, I can't believe I predicted something so spot on! It's their pink. When I wrote the below, I was just hoping I was on the right track but to have Puen say it himself at the end? 🤯💯

What else can I say? Other than now that Puen and Talay are together, and following on from all the scenes with these colours in ep 9, there were again a lot of these pairings in the scenes with Puen and Talay. Starting with the opening scene:

Then the editing room:

Fuse and Kita at the film premiere...and the red wall behind Kita and the sky blue of the film poster to the right of Fuse (also Up in a blue suit):

Then all the friends together:

Even in the brief bar scene there's the blue/purple lights on the wall and the blue jeans with Up's red sweater, the red drum kit, and Talay's pink trousers:

And at the food stall, pink behind Puen and the group and blue to the right (the extra in the middle also has a blue and red striped top):

In the close up of Puen, he's in red and the blue lights are behind him:

Back at Talay's apartment (the lights have been different colours throughout the series), and not once...

...but twice...with the blue on Talay's side and the pink on Puen's:

And in Puen's very blue room, he pulls out Pakorn's favourite boxers (there is also a red 'bust' to the right of the room visible in the wider frame shot):

And finally, Talay's suit - blue with pink pinstripes:

So at this point, I think it's clear that Pink is and always has been Puen's colour...and @nolastpage, you mentioned in your tags on a reblog of my post that you hoped we'll get to see Talay's colour...well, I think Talay's colour is blue. First, his name means 'sea'. Second, the very first ep was Ocean Blue. Third, he wears a blue bracelet in this universe. And fourth, all these blue/purple and red/pink pairings lean towards it being on the blue-indigo scale.

In both a support of this and also to make things a bit confusing, in ep 7, Puen sees some lights when he's out with Pang -> "blue, orange, light blue (I think he says "si fah" which is blue but 'fah' alone is sky), and pink" - and wonders what to call the 'tone' of these colours. Pang suggests "Talay" or 'sea'. This could indicate a few things -> that Talay's colour is the blue in that mix (because Puen is the pink), that Talay really is a blend of all those colours, or that Talay's colour is whatever you interpret 'sea' to be - potentially the blue of the water with a pink sky and orange sun...much like this perhaps? (actually, I don't think this helps at all 😂 It's maybe just a cool connection).

Anyway, so it could be that we'll continue to get these colours in ep 11...but, whilst Puen and Talay are separated, I think there'll be an absence of them. At least around Talay there'll be less pink and around Puen there'll be less blue. But I might be wrong.

(What is interesting is that when I go back and look at some of those scenes with pink and blue, there is often some orange or a sunlight-type glow...seriously, scroll back up and have a l👀k).

In part 2 of ep 10, Puen and Talay talk about how Talay has ended up 'liking' pink because it reminds him of Puen. They come to the conclusion that this is the thing that they have in common and will enable them to get back to their own universe. Whilst this may or may not be true, in writing the above about the moment in ep 7, I was reminded that Puen has also picked up something from Talay - he adopted the habit of naming colours because Talay usually does it. So perhaps it's not just the colour pink that connects Puen and Talay but ALL colours, naming colours, and being aware of them...

But actually, it might be more than that. Because, thankfully, being each other's portkey ended up NOT being about them falling in love...but more about about how they change each other in the process of falling in love. About how pink goes from being something Talay hates to something that makes him think of Puen. And Puen starts to see colour, be aware of it, and name and associate colours with people and places just like Talay does... Make of that what you will.

Anyway... I loved that they both seemed so on board and on equal footing about saying their goodbyes and preparing to leave and that they were both committed to going back when it happens. Only, it happened for Puen but not for Talay...yet! I wrote a whole load on this here, so I won't repeat myself...

So next week?! Well...here I come with my clown predictions... because I've mentioned a few times now that I've wondered if we might get a reversal of the first three episodes -> we've had the Pink to go with the Soft Blush (which I LOVED that Talay called Puen's pink colour 'shy' when Soft Blush was when they started connecting), so perhaps next week will be a green (a 'sea' green maybe?), and then we'll get a blue to finish it up. I have a theory (and share it with @grapejuicegay) that Dol might actually be Talay's portkey (that they might be the person we see in the overhead shot with Talay in his dream) and it was interesting during their goodbyes that Dol had a blue and green striped top with a pale green shirt over the top:

And then, the wishes on the tree are blue, pink, and green. I mean, come on! This is just screaming at me. (The title screen also blended green with pink before it settled on the latter).

But, you know, I might be wrong. Ep 11 might also be something quite neutral in vibrancy (I wonder about a beige/sand palette) due to Puen and Talay's separation...but whatever, I could go on and on, so I'll stop 😊 (oh and I talk about Fuse, his shirts, and Aou here).

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The ramblings of this post brought to you by the pinkest beer I think I've ever had. It's not bad...a little sweet...the Brewdog with just guava is better, I think. It's the raspberry that tips it over the sweet edge. Oh and it wasn't intentional at all, purely a coincidence that I was drinking it whilst writing this post 😄

#vice versa #vice versa ep 10 #vice versa colour theories #mjtag #userjjessi #ninisdarlings #tosnimeat #userconcrete #oh my god. I say this every week but this has to be the longest yet #apologies...but thanks if you did actually read it all #I love this show but I seriously need it to finish so that I don't need to spend hours writing these posts 🤦🏽‍♀️#usernuria #<- don't know if this is your thing...no worries if not!

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flirtatiuus · 6 months

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@spicyundead sent: ( ogle ) [to amend, more like a guided masturbation scenario rather than just watching 👀]

When the sun shone and they were their public selves Jin would never take orders from Astarion. His pride would never allow it. Beneath the cover of night and privacy, however, he was a different person altogether.

The two had been maintaining their affair secretly for some time, not eager to let anyone interfere with their dalliances when everyone else was distracted or asleep. In those intimate moments they could shed the first layer of their mask. That had become comfortable enough that another layer was beginning to peel back. Slowly but surely, the moon elf allowed the pale elf more control, more authority.

His cheeks were flush with arousal and embarrassment. His clothes sat in a pile behind his partner. They were covered by the canvas of Astarion’s tent, but that would do little to muffle their sounds. Nude, legs spread, he sat across from the vampire who still remained clothed and composed. It was obvious from how willing he was to relinquish control to the white haired rogue that Jin liked him and liked submitting to him even if he was pouting all the while.

When Astarion told him to remove his clothes he did. When he had asked him to look in his eyes he did. His hands remained decidedly away from his cock, which was the most difficult part of the ordeal. With no clothing to conceal his body’s reactions, his full arousal was on display. Fully erect, he ached for pleasure. The head of his cock glistened with moisture as a bead of precum dripped slowly down its underside. It throbbed with need and twitched with desire, blushed a deep shade of indigo that matched his silvery blue moon elven skin. Dark eyes made contact with Astarion’s in a silent plea for release. Jin bit his lip as his chest raised up and down in quick succession. Otherwise, silence sat among them for a few moment. They were agonizingly long for Jin as he waited for the pale elf to instruct him.

As soon as Astarion told him to proceed slowly, he sighed in relief. His hand gripped his cock and immediately he moaned. Heeding his lovers words he stroked himself steadily, hand grazing up and down over his firm and eager shaft. He stifled a few thrusts from his hips. His face twisted in concentration as he fended off his own urges to finish himself off right then. This wasn’t just about his pleasure after all.

Toes curled and legs twitched as he glided his hand up and down in controlled, smooth motions. He kept his eyes on Astarion as much as he could manage to, though he found himself glancing down or to the side every few moments, embarrassed by how overwhelmed with lust he had become so quickly.

“I don’t know how long I can last,” he whined, voice breathy and drunk with arousal, “I want to cum for you so bad I don’t think I can hold it back for much longer.”

He shivered and groaned, grip tightening on his erection before he let go entirely.

“Please,” he begged, head turned down in humiliation as he gave in to his submissive instincts, “let me cum for you, I need to… Please, Astarion.”

#spicyundead #in character : jin ;#trying to hit the goldilocks zone of dick description is very challenging #wasn’t sure if u wanted this more drabble style or more reply style so tried to balance it

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banghwa · 9 months

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i wonder how you feel about namjoon? i find what he's doing in chapter 2 really interesting. he literally said 'fuck the trendsetter'. 🥲 wildflower might be the best song he's ever written (lbr if taylor swift released a song with such lyricism, we'd be hearing about it for years lol), and once again it has this theme of the rift between ideals and reality, of trying to hold onto yourself and your values when the world pushes back and breaks your heart. indigo was about choosing to be a human being, to create art beyond trends and limitations, to stand tall as an artist on his own terms. he chose to perform in like. a 200 max capacity venue bc that was his dream as a teenager before everything happened. he befriended the entire k-indie scene lol. it's amazing how he's overcoming the pressure of bts' crown. he's doing exactly what fans demand of their faves (authenticity & artistry), but then indigo is probably one of the least supported/commercially successful solo releases. 👀

he's also the only member i think that's kind of ambivalent about the future of bts. i think he's distanced himself from the Brand as much as possible for his own health, but i find his uncertainty about what bts are gonna do and what they will say in the future intriguing. he was definitely right in last year's festa when he said that bts have ran out of messages to give to the world.

anyway sorry for ranting sm about namjoon in your askbox, i just think it's amazing how much he's giving his all to be a true Artist in the most corporate era of kpop ever lol.

ohhhh I won’t let myself get too sappy about it but. i really do love namjoon so much. i dont think I can put it into words. hes such a brilliant lyricist. you’re so right if it was a white woman who wrote wildflower people would be screaming about it being the sadgirl song of the decade. he’s also just. really inspirational to me, i look up to him in a lot of ways. when i was first getting into bts, he was my first “official” bias i guess until hope world came out and changed everything lol. but he continues to have such an important space in my heart. i love the way he thinks, i love how genuine he tries to be, how he knows he’s very flawed and doesnt see it necessarily as a compromising thing. he means a lot to me :’)

ithink you’re right too like. things are probably very complicated for him around bts “the brand”, rm the artist, kim namjoon the person, which are things he explores to beautifully in indigo. i think he’s probably the member whose ties to bts as a “brand” are probably the tightest and not as easily severed bcs he’s the leader and the face and all of his mistakes now represents the group. and i think you’re so right, while indigo seemed to do well (then again, im so out of the loop that i dont rly know what doing well or not means in kpop anymore lol) or at least be very well received, it definitely is not being recognized for what it is by armys themselves…..its weird i feel like namjoon is sorta in this paradox where he can’t separate himself from bts but he is also too different from/too real and flawed for the bts brand that ppl dont rly pay attention to him…..but he’s also really respected by other people who are just really and genuinely into music. idk where im going with this all this to say i love him a lot i genuinely plan to get everythingoes tattooed and if he ever releases his own book I would be first in line to buy it

#this makes like. no sense sorry ....#i wonder why i dont talk abt namjoon more often actually but now that i think abt it #its hard to explain but whenever i think abt him and what hes gone through i cant help but remember #how overwhelmed he looked at the festa dinner last year. and it just makes me really sad #obviously i dont know his thoughts or his perspective. i dont wanna put words in his mouth #but from what he said. he expressed a lot of conflicting feelings and its sad bcs i dont think armys want to hear him #anyways i just hope kim namjoon the person lives a full and fulfilling life whatever that means to him and feels genuinely loved every day #💌#anonymous

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the-travelling-witch · 10 months

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guess who's alive? exactly, me!! :D *slumps down and never gets up* (sorry in advance this will be quite the long ask >_<)

i get the feeling of fried brain, my session just finished ;-; #neveragain (wish i could say it for real tho) it's not a problem if you can't add much ahah, really, so don't worry :3

i feel you, my rbf isn't of any help but luckily those who receive my love know it and about the rest i don't care °v° and as i said (i think) as long as you're genuine i don't think that's a problem, honestly is what matters ^u^

yeah i noticed the game and noticed only now i forgot to ask you a question but now head is empty so whatever 🫠 if you say so then brb gonna go buy pencils for xiao and you so you can fill each other's skin with drawings and writings eheh~

me too honestly, i just need to relax, eat good food and sleep for hours trapping the indigo menace in a cuddling hug >:3 for movies i'm down bad for pixar but indie and artsy sounds good too 👀 and slow dancing at night is just something sooo cute and sosksiskdjsjskwj i'm down bad pt2

we can agree that villainous fictional men >>>>>>>>> goody two-shoes hero, but morally grey characters deserve a mention of honor, a whole hall just for them @^@

NOW, ONTO THE NEW MODERN SERIES FIC FUCK I'M SO EIDJWKSNDKWJWOSJSIHS

childe you cocky little menace with that shit-eating grin 🤺 i love this type of grin it sends me on cloud nine but also actives my fighting spirit lmao

i loved every word and the implicit mention of scara's partner and childe's being colleagues, what a chaos putting those two in the same room because of their lovers (saw the other asks, died of laughter)

it had me going 👀 when reader went "one coffee for the mystery man" LIKE MAN THE AUDACITY i would have prayed the universe to swallow me especially after ginger's reply folsdoodsj so good really

also, a curiosity: since you mentioned yanqing (my son <3) does this mean that gi and hsr men will interact more often, being in the same universe? tbh knowing some characters either they will get along well or a big fight would start the moment they see each other pfft-

anyway, i think that i covered everything so that's all! as always, take care, drink water and coffee, eat healthy and sleep well at night, you can do this! and good luck with uni :3

bye bye~

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hii great to see you back and good job on surviving!! i’ll put the answer under a cut for brevity’s sake haha

well i hope i sound and look genuine bc sometimes i feel like i don’t and if i try to sound more excited, people would probably think i’m faking it; but yeah my friends probably know by now how i act so i think i should be good :>

don’t force yourself to participate if you can’t come up with something, i promise i still have enough material to go through (me, typing a novel for a moot’s entry /aff); whenever i doodle on my arm i normally just use ball point pens or eyeliners but i also saw people using like actual colours for painting/body paint and i really want to try that; having someone drag a brush and paint over your back must be such a funny feeling <3

i’m not watching a lot of films right now, so i can’t say what my favourite genre is but i do love a good animation (i still need to see the new spiderman aaahhh); speaking of going to the cinema: there’s sth so special about going there during daytime and coming back out when it’s dark outside; imagine walking home after the film with your fave, he gives you his jacket against the chill of the evening and you laugh and joke as you discuss the film you just saw until he gently grabs your hand and starts twirling you around under the light of a street lamp… *sigh* what a dream (frantically scribbles into my notes for the modern au hshsh)

i just think villains and morally grey characters just are much more fun to explore; would i want hazbin hotel’s alastor to be real or would i like him if i met him? no because he is/was a serial killer, but in fiction? fascinating, intriguing, fun to explore; fiction just gives us the means to explore these morally not so cool actions and mindsets without most of the consequences, and i love that (also it really is sexy if a bad guy drops everything for their love; who wouldn’t want to be their partner’s priority; also also, villains with their own set of moral code, like ‘sure i’ll burn down a city but hit a woman? i would never’)

childe activates my fighting spirit in general, like come over here and let’s bicker, you gorgeous idiot, and maybe i’ll kiss you afterwards <3 and also yes that grin… it might be here bc of the writer’s bias…

i just had to make them colleagues!! please just imagine them gossiping about their bfs after work or during the double date the readers are just talking the night away whereas childe and scara just have this icy atmosphere around them, but the second their partners look over they melt bc they’re just so in love dorks, all of them

and omg yes, thank you for mentioning it, i’ve been dying for someone to point it out: it’s official, it’s a genshin/honkai shared au!! it’ll be mostly genshin with some hsr characters but yes!! they’re sharing the same universe, they will be interacting (now we wait for someone to mention the company vizion is signed under… i wonder who works there… /silly)

thank you, make sure to take care of yourself as well!! <3

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡#┊✩彡 cherished guests ♡#┊✩彡 letter from — ❄️ anon ♡#hey tumblr stop deleting my tags #i’m not keen on redoing them all the time #┊holly’s modern au ✩彡

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bloodandrunes · 2 years

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*slides you a 50* sooooo how bout “breakfast in bed” or “the one-bed trope” with my two boys and a male!mc? 👀👀👀 Also! Hi babes! Hope you're doing well! 😊

*accepts the 50* Breakfast in bed coming right up! And I'm doing well, thanks for asking. Hope you are too : )

It’s early when Aariz stumbles into the kitchen, still bleary-eyed and disoriented from sleep. The first slivers of light are peeking out across the horizon, lines of gold and pink against the dark indigo sky. Idar is peering over a cookbook, his spectacles pushed up to his nose.

“Good,” he says, looking up when he hears him enter, “you’re awake.”

Aariz presses a kiss to his cheek, flexing his metal fingers as he gets feeling back into his body. “Of course I am. I wouldn’t miss making our beloved breakfast for the world.”

Idar smiles at him warmly, hooks an arm around Aariz’s waist and chuckles deeply as he sighs into his hold. “It’s his birthday,” he says, “so this has to be perfect. No burning the bread like last time.”

Aariz pouts, and Idar’s breath catches as he’s caught in the early morning glow. How beautiful this lover of his is, the merchant thinks. His mind flashes to you, still fast asleep in your bed. How beautiful you both are. He is the most fortunate man in the entire world to have you both.

Idar takes the dough his servants laid out the night before, relaxes as he kneads it, flattening it with his palms in the way his mother taught him long ago, when he was still just a boy. Aariz grins appreciatively, whistling lowly, and he already knows what he’s about to say before the words come out of his mouth.

“How useful your hands are,” he drawls, voice still rough from sleep in a way that makes Idar’s stomach flip, even now.

The merchant gives him a chastising look and the Fixer laughs. He turns to the mixing bowl along the table, metal fingers sharpening as he begins to cut tangerines and lay them carefully along a plate.

“That,” Idar says, “is rather excessive.” But it is a comment, not a complaint. It gladdens him to see Aariz use his magic for something that is not murder. His lover only presses a quick kiss to his lips, stubble rough against his skin, even with his own beard.

“He won’t like that,” he says wryly. Aariz scoffs. they both know you do not mind the feel of that stubble at all.

The dough is ready to be put in the oven, but before they do so, Aariz layers it with honey glaze and specks of sugar. He twists the circle of dough carefully around, eyes narrowed in concentration, while Idar smokes the skewers of salted beef. His lover raises the bread into the oven and he cannot resists the urge to say: “Make sure he doesn’t wake up to the smell of smoke.”

Aariz gasps dramatically, hand going to his heart, and Idar chuckles.

It doesn’t take long, after that, for the dough to turn to bread and the skewers to cook. Aariz has not, in fact, burned the bread, but there is flour in his hair, and sugar on his lip. Idar stares at him, eyebrows raised, and he grins sheepishly and says: “It just looked apetizing, and I was hungry. I swear, I only had a taste.”

“I can’t believe you,” Idar says, pretending to be disappointed, “eating our beloved’s breakfast on his special day.” And Aariz does look a little guilty at that, so he has to chuckle and smear more flour across his cheek and say, “I’m sure he won’t be offended, dear one.”

They take the food up to your shared bedroom, careful to avoid the creaking of the stairs. Aariz holds the bread and fruit and Idar the skewers and a pitcher of warm cider, just the way you like it. The door cracks open and you are still fast asleep in bed, head rested against the pillows, eyes closed as you shift in your sleep, the blanket covering you resting at your hip. It’s too hot, most summer days, to sleep fully clothed, and though Idar hates it most of the time, now he is thankful for it; thankful for the sight it has given him.

Aariz seems to be of the same mind. He balances the plates carefully and kneels before you, lips hovering just a hair’s breadth away from your own. Idar follows quietly in suit. Long fingers trailing against your chest, dipping down to trace a line across your hip, Aariz says: “Wake, beloved.”

Once, there was a time when you might have jumped at that, when you might have reached for your weapon or summoned your magic. But you are not that man anymore, and so instead you open your eyes slowly, lips curling into a lazy smile.

“Aariz,” you say, “Idar. Good morning.”

Idar hums back at you, moving to sit beside you on the bed. He presses his forehead to yours. “We’ve brought you breakfast.”

The sleepiness in your eyes fades at that. “You are a wonderful cook,” you say, touching his cheek. As Aariz moves to sit behind you, you recline against his chest. “But please – tell me you didn’t let our songbird help you.”

“Songbird–” Aariz splutters. “Let me help him–”

Idar watches on, amused, as you take him by the collar and kiss him, your lips muffling his complaints. When you pull back, the indignation is gone from him, a soft smile on his face instead. Idar taps at your shoulder.

“I, too, request a kiss, beloved,” he murmurs, and you laugh and oblige.

After that, you eat on the bed together, your legs thrown across Idar’s lap, leaning back on Aariz’s chest with your lovers’ fingers interlaced with your own when your hands are free.

“So,” Aariz says, “I think this went better than the last time we tried to surprise you with breakfast in bed, no?”

And you and Idar stare at him, gazes full of disbelief as he grins back impishly before the three of you descend into laughter. And the sun rises with your loves’ limbs tangled with yours, celebrating the day of your birth.

#blood and runes #Aariz #Idar #snippet #nexusnix #ask #I actually got a smile writing this #writing angst is fun #but so is writing fluff

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equestriagirl16 · 3 years

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Hhhhhh...l-late night drive..with Sero..windows/hood down ashjdkdk JUST-your feet up on the dash while you feel the cool night air blow against your face. You look over at him while he’s one handing the wheel veins very prominent and rings shinin. Using his palms to turn every so often. He glances over, looks you up and down then stares directly into your soul. Right before turning back to look at the road, licking his lips and flashing that MFKN SMIRK I-(WHEEZE). Y’all are probably ever so slightly buzzed from a small sesh you had before leaving, cause you can’t be hittin it too much and decide to drive. Responsible moderation. DID I MENTION- Indigo by Chris Brown is blasting. Yes. YES. He’s boppin his head and hyping you up while you absolutely murder the chorus. The bass is bumpin through the car and you’re bodies, you can just feel it in your core and god it’s such a vibe. Just stick your head out the window and belt, harmonizing with the wind while he looks at you all awestruck and gives you the “that’s my baby” look. It’s such a carefree and sensual moment he can’t help but rest his hand on your thigh and grip ever so slightly. You intertwine your fingers with his while you feelin yourself and dancing with the top half of your body. Y’all are just super giggly, and like half make out a few times at red lights when things start to feel a lil more intense. It all tips over the edge though after another particular song comes on. I’m thinkin something like. No Guidance. pls PLS imagine him mouthing “fuck around give you my last name.” while side eyeing you. Lowkey I hc he can dance, he’d absolutely fuck it up to this song. In fact combine those, him singing/lip syncing the lyrics and just tearin it up-I’m on the flOOOOR I CANNOT. Anyways, it’s in fact now his turn to start feelin himself, he sings the chorus lowly to you and-how’s it getting so warm all the windows down tf. At the last breakdown you both slow down with it, now your just rollin your body to the tempo singing some more. In a moment while the songs wrapping up y’all both exchange very intense yet soft stares, like you both needed something but couldn’t say. Yep, you guessed it, you both came down with a case of bedroom eyes👀. Cue him grabbing onto you and making a full U turn, and maybe goin a liiiiiiitle bit over the speed limit. Mans is on a mission and it’s all thanks to you.~ (and what happens when y’all get home you may wonder? That’s a song and a story for another time~)

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silviakundera · 2 years

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Luoyang episode 2 spoiler-y watch notes

This show is really, authentically GOOD btw. It's early to say for sure how this lines up with my fav dramas, because that really depends on how well the plot plays out, but v promising.

Excellent job setting the stage for the empress. The series establishes her as a powerful character thru the behavior of others - the tension and sweat from the summoned officials and guards. The paleateable fear in the room. I really love how there is no need to make her bluster or chew scenery.

And huh, looks like that tossing around of the empress' name by Inner Guard wasn't short-sighted after all. This Madam Wu does have the monarch's trust (for now). Makes Lord Gao look more foolhardy in retrospect. He should have had a better pulse on the political situation. So if it's not that he's a dumbass, then the man is crooked. 🤔 Remains to be seen.

Madam Wu actually has seemed so far to have the interests of the empress as her guiding priority, so this trust is likely not misplaced. Which also underlines the impression we have so far of the empress as strong and capable. (The 1 person she trusts to handle the situation is the right one).

The Baili arranged marriage plotline still feeling so reminiscent of how this usually goes for a female character. You see men in these dramas not want their arranged marriage, but the tone is usually different.

We may have finally found someone more unnecessarily extra than Mr Scraggly Man of Mystery: head of the intelligence agency, Lord Chu, who walks around wearing a metal mask with a disguised voice like some DC Comics supervillian

If Scraggles wasn't in lockup right now I would have bet this on being his 3rd secret identity, just because of the drama.

But no, he's busy getting tortured and playing cat & mouse games w the Lord Gao crew for reasons still unknown to the viewer. I admit I'm really intrigued by this dude.

Cut to Baili pacing around w his pretty face and asking all my questions. Thanks for being the voice of the viewer but when u gonna join the plot?

aaaaaand Scraggly Man of Mystery is revealed to have been setting up chess pieces like he's Wei Yingluo, retreating in order to advance. 'Thx for finally coming to murder me during the prisoner transport, so I can beat your ass.' What a legend.

"It's too late." So ominous!!!

Is our Man of Mystery actually stalking a villian w a special signature knife like he's Indigo Montoya? (You killed my father! Prepare to die!) Loving this journey for him.

He used to patrol the streets as like a city guard?? So he knows every nook and cranny! And he hides out under the shelter of a madam running a brothal/casino! I love me a gritty-dark hero with allies in communities outside of the elite.

And we're back to the arranged marriage plotline and Baili who still is isolated from the plot, but yet again I'm kinda interested in the vibe we got going on here, where dad has set up this marriage so Baili will have someone to protect him, take care of him if the dad dies. Liiiiike this is really so similiar to the cdrama female forced marriage tropes 👀👀. The book-smart, sheltered foodie son who doesn't want to be protected but is being forced into a marriage w a rich family. (even his servant is rather protective) He's so huffy lmaooooo

Ok so Scraggles Man of Mystery is from the slums and this infamous slum is also class-based, where the people there are basically exiled descendants of criminals. INTERESTING.

'This copper is from the Budda Temple by the Ministry of Works...'

Slums Batman: it's that Baili dude yet again

Me: into the plot! the plot! BRING MY BABY BOY INTO THE PLOTTTTTTT

cut 2 poor Baili continuing to NOT be in the plot, instead living that Heyer romance heroine life 🙍

#luoyang #luoyang spoilers #luoyang watch #cdrama

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suresha · 2 years

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" stay. " ( For Atem ofc, he's missed his Pharaoh 👀 )

𝙽 𝚂 𝙵 𝚆 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚃. 𝟸

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @rhaegxr

It had been two long years since he last saw the Targaryen prince. Duties in Egypt kept the young pharaoh from traveling while Rhaegar had his own kingdom to run alongside his father. Living on opposite ends of the world certainly did not help matters and so life went on without so much as a letter between the two friends. In hindsight, it might have been for the best that such divine intervention kept them from communicating. Their last meeting was nothing short of a potential disaster ( or at least it would be classified as such in the eyes of certain people ). Either way, time apart was most certainly for the best. It allowed them to refocus on what was best for their kingdoms as opposed to indulging what Atem imagined was likely the selfish desires of young men. Could hardly be anything more than that and yet...

The invitation from Dorne was one Atem nearly cast aside dismissively. In truth, he had no real reason to align himself with anyone across the sea. It was far too long of a travel for allied nations to aid them should something bad befall Egypt while Atem felt he was more than capable of defending his kingdom on his own. He had done well so far and with the gods on his side, he had no real reason to believe otherwise.

But Dorne's customs seemed quite similar to Egypt's own. The formal invitation to said country was eloquently written, with words that expressed a seemingly g e n u i n e interest in meeting the pharaoh as opposed to a ploy that would set him up with some young maiden. Unable to overlook such honeyed words, curiosity won the pharaoh over. Weeks later, he was stepping off of a ship in Dorne where he would be given a day's rest before the festivities began.

Except he did not expect to see HIM.

Doran Martell's halls were filled to the brim with people, most from his own kingdom while others were visiting upon invite. Atem remained at Doran's side as his special guest, allowing the older man to show him off and introduce him to those who were looking upon him with curious glances. It is an hour into the night's festivities when Doran finds another of his guests. Said guest was surrounded by people at the time though when he turned to finally greet them both, Atem's breath caught in his throat. There is a moment when time seemingly stands still, the brief moment of recognition hitting them both hard before masks resume their place. As far as anyone in this room knew, they had never met and it was likely best they keep it that way for now.

❝A pleasure to meet you, Prince Rhaegar.❞

The prince bowed politely, but as he rose to his true height, indigo would meet eyes of amethyst briefly before Doran's ushering Atem away. The pharaoh feels a subtle brush of fingers against the back of his palm mid-stride, but he doesn't dare look behind. He already knows and the shiver that courses through him scares him half to death. After all this time, surely things had changed right?

❝Stay.❞

It was far too early into this trip to be making terrible life choices, but he was on the second of many potential ones --- the first being his agreement to meet the prince long after Doran turned in for the night. Atem was on his way to his own chamber when the hand reached out to grab his forearm in the darkness. Medjai were quick to react but a well timed dismissal of their antics made them cease their potential assault on the prince. He stepped forth from the shadows, towering over Egypt's king. Leaning close, he whispered directions to his chamber, a thing that almost made Atem angry. How dare he assume...!

But such anger was merely false indignation. The moment their eyes locked earlier in the evening, Atem knew better. Very little had changed and so when the hour grew late, alone would he wander the halls finding Prince Rhaegar's chamber with ease. He did not knock right away, but the door opened most unexpectedly anyway, pulling him inside from potential watchful eyes.

This was wrong. Princess Daenerys was in the room adjacent to their own --- the same princess that Rhaegar was supposed to properly introduce him to when they last met. The pharaoh had met the young princess briefly, but the rest of his stay was spent with King Aerys II or the prince himself, getting to know the latter better than them all.

❝Stay. Please.❞

Every muscle in Atem’s mind was telling him to move; to slip right back outside that door just as quickly as he came. They were in someone else's home, meant to be strangers as opposed to... whatever this was. He, the living embodiment of Horus, was not to be touched in any manner. It was against the laws of Egypt. He was NEVER to be touched and yet...

❝You taste so good...❞

❝Spread them wider...❞

❝I'll go slow...❞

❝You're so beautiful...❞

It all came back to him in a rush. Their first night together, which had been a blur the last two years, came rushing back the moment Rhaegar’s arms encircled him from behind. God the prince felt good. It felt so nice having that frame against his own. He could just melt into him --- and he did --- much to his own dismay. It was the third mistake in a long list to come as the prince finally moved to face him.

❝I have missed you. Let me show you how much, pharaoh.❞

Oh, this was bad. This was wrong --- so wrong. A protest was on the tip of his majesty’s tongue, but the gods!!! It was so hard to resist. So hard. Even as he thought enough to let the words 'we can't', slip past painted lips, he was already being sandwiched against the wall with lips claiming his own after all this time. Breath taken by the all consuming kiss, it isn’t long before hands are eagerly roaming the expanse of his frame, large hands trying desperately to resist ripping the king’s gown. Gods he missed this. They’d only chanced a moment like this once or twice, but that one time had been enough to leave him drunk on the Targaryen heir. His lips felt like dragon fire against the flesh of his neck while hands beneath his gown had him whimpering softly, trembling with longing as he touched. Despite the façade, and momentary indignation earlier, there was no question now as to how the pharaoh felt. He longed for Rhaegar just as much as the other longed for him and at this rate, he would be shamefully losing his virginiy all over again, a most egregious crime if his vizier were ever to find out...

#rhaegxr #friends romans countrymen lend me your ears ( answered )#ic ┆ you have no control who lives who dies who tells your story ( atem )#verse ┆ your god of egypt ( atem )#long reads tw #// 5000 years later #it took me a bit to remember what they had going on #but im pretty sure they only fully messed around once #maybe twice #cos you know i think rhaegar was supposed to hook him up with dany #until he didn't lmaooo #i kept it tame #the next one well... 👀#the tension's too much for me to keep it tame for long LMAOOO

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