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from the start | spencer reid x reader
Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.
wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+
tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex
a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)
You aren’t complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again.
You’d met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar.
You’d brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. You’d gotten him into your bed when he’d confessed he’d never done anything like this before, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, you’d given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning he’d bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that you’d like to see him again.
“It’ll be less intimidating like this,” you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesn’t move, so you turn your head to look at him.
Spencer frowns. “I thought– I wanted to see your face.”
“You’re sweet, darling,” you chuckle. “Come on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?”
Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. You’re on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he can’t take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.
Spencer had been a bumbling mess as you’d kissed him, as you’d undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. “You know you can touch me, right?” You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. “Take all the time you need, baby.”
Spencer’s large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches.
You don’t say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory.
His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. “I’m going to…” Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance.
You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencer’s lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencer’s voice is strained. “You feel so warm. You’re so tight.”
“Yeah, baby, I’m not sure if you’re going to be able to fit,” you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. “You’re going to have to make it fit, won’t you?”
Spencer’s eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. “Yes– Yes, ma’am.”
“Ugh, you’re so cute– Oh!” You gasp as Spencer’s finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. “Mm, right there, fuck–”
Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that – he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. You’re basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. “Hmm, baby?”
“I want to- I wanna taste you,” Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.
“You- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?” You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart.
Spencer scoffs. “I think I should ask you the same.”
“Eat me out, Spencer,” you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs.
You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you.
“You’re stupidly good at this,” you moan, your face buried in his pillows as you’re barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder.
You want to come right now, but you know it’ll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencer’s buried inside of you. You don’t know if he’ll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.
“Spencer, baby,” you coo. “Wanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.”
A high whine leaves Spencer’s throat, and he’s quick to pull away from you, as fast as he’d put his mouth on you earlier. “Please! Please, I need to–”
You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing.
“You gonna fuck me good, baby?” You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass.
“Yes– Yes, ma’am,” Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. “Can- Can I?”
“Please, baby,” you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencer’s cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but you’re lining him up with your hole. “You know what to do.”
It doesn’t take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. There’s uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until he’s buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. “Oh! That feels good, baby.”
You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. “Hurts,” he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you soothe. “I’ll make it feel better, yeah?”
“Please,” Spencer whimpers. “Need you.”
You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what he’s been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him.
You would ask how he’s doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and he’s holding onto your hips with a death grip, like he’ll lose all sense of himself if he isn’t holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all.
“Pretty boy,” you groan. “You fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my God–”
Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. “Feels good, so good, please–”
“Fuck me, baby,” you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he can’t control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.”
Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. “Fuck, oh, God–”
“You’re so deep inside of me, baby,” you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. “You feel so good, darling.”
“Think– I’m gonna– Hhrghh– I’m not gonna last long,” Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when he’s buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that.
“Cum, baby,” you groan, not unaffected by Spencer’s eager, frantic fucking. “Inside of me.”
He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencer’s little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. It’s a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body.
Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate.
“Thank you,” he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencer’s cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. “Thank you.”
“Of course, baby,” you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. It’s sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. “You were really good. Was that good for you too?”
“Couldn’t you tell from how fast and how hard I came?” Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy.
You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. “Even if you did, it was extremely endearing.”
“I think you just like corrupting me or something,” Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.
You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. “Maybe I do.”
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Where Honor Burns
- Summary: After the tragedy Above the God's Eye, you decided to go to King's Landing, in hope to prevent more bloodshed. Even if it means your death.
- Paring: targ!reader/Gwanye Hightower
- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is younger sister of Rhaenyra and was bonded with Silverwing. These events happen right after The Chains We Break. To read all parts in chronological order visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top. Also, in this AU Rhaenyra never sized King's Landing.
- Rating: Explicit 18+
- Word count: 5 017
- Tag(s): @deniixlovezelda @duck-duck-goose2 @aadu2173 @holdingforgeneralhugs @sachaa-ff
- A/N: you guys liked this so much I've decided to push next part out early again, since I have the entire thing finnished already for some time and I feel unfair to keep it from you, as it's very well recived series. There will be one more part of this posted, then it's done. Enjoy. ❤️
The day dawns with gray skies, heavy with the weight of impending rain, as if the gods themselves mourn what has been lost. You stand at the edge of Dragonstone’s cliffs, fingers tightening around the rough parchment in your hand. The inked words smudge slightly from the salt in the air—or perhaps it is the tears you refuse to shed.
Daemon is dead.
The news is sharp and bitter on your tongue, like ashes. You should feel grief, yet what blooms in your chest is nothing more than an emptiness edged with relief. Daemon’s death severs the last frayed threads binding you to him, a marriage that was doomed from the moment it began. The years of ambition, control, and quiet disdain have left scars deeper than any sword could carve. The day you and Rhaenyra agreed to release Gwayne to Otto—sealed your doom as Daemon’s wife. He never forgave you for that.
The sound of footsteps draws you from your thoughts. Vaeron approaches, his brow furrowed, his usually confident stride hesitant. He’s grown into a fine young man—strong and determined, the fire of Old Valyria running hot in his veins, a fire that no doubt still confused him, born as he was not of Daemon’s blood but of Gwayne’s. The tension between them had only worsened in recent months, yet Vaeron was still the same boy Daemon had taken under his wing, raising him as his own.
“Mother,” Vaeron’s voice is tight, the pain behind it unmistakable. “Is it true?”
You nod, unable to bring yourself to repeat the words. “Daemon and Aemond both perished above the Gods Eye.”
He inhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, full with the silver of his true heritage. “He was a fool to challenge Aemond alone,” he murmurs, but there is no triumph in his voice, only a deep-seated sorrow. Despite everything, Vaeron still sought Daemon’s approval, still yearned for some semblance of affection from the man who had twisted the role of father into something cruel and cold.
You reach out and place a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension beneath his skin. “He made his choice, just as we all have,” you say, your voice soft yet firm. “This war has gone on long enough. Too much blood has been spilled, and more will be if we do nothing.”
Vaeron’s gaze sharpens as he looks at you, the young warrior ready for battle in his eyes, but beneath it lies uncertainty. “What are you planning, Mother?”
You straighten your back, steel in your voice as you declare, “I’m going to King’s Landing.”
The words hang in the air like a thunderclap. Vaeron’s eyes widen in shock, a flicker of fear quickly masked by anger. “You can’t! They’ll kill you the moment you set foot near the Red Keep. You’re the one who crippled Aegon at Rook’s Rest! They’ll flay you alive for that alone!”
A bitter smile touches your lips. “Perhaps. But we cannot keep hiding behind dragons and armies, waiting for a decisive blow that may never come. Rhaenyra has the right to the throne, but we cannot burn the realm to the ground for it. Someone must act before there’s nothing left to rule.”
“Mother, please,” Vaeron’s voice breaks with desperation now. “If not for yourself, then for me. You’re all I have left.”
You feel the sting of tears prickling at the edges of your vision, but you blink them away. You’ve made your choice, and there is no room for doubt. You cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palm, and see the boy you once cradled as a babe, a child of love born in secret. “I am doing this for you, Vaeron. For you, and for the realm. The bloodshed must end, and if it is my life that brings peace, then so be it.”
He looks at you, eyes shining with unshed tears, his jaw clenched. “You can’t do this alone.”
“No,” you agree, your voice softening. “But I must be the one to start it.”
For a moment, neither of you speak. The wind howls around you, the sea crashing violently against the rocks below. Vaeron pulls away, shaking his head as if trying to ward off the inevitability of it all. “I’ll go with you,” he finally says, determination hardening in his voice.
You shake your head gently. “No, my son. You’re needed here. If things go wrong, Rhaenyra will need someone she can trust—someone with a clear head. You must protect your family, no matter what happens.”
He clenches his fists, trembling as he battles between wanting to protect you and knowing you’re right. “I hate this,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I hate all of it.”
“So do I,” you reply, your voice breaking. “But sometimes, we must do what is necessary, even if it costs us everything.”
You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his brow, and for a fleeting moment, you allow yourself to hold him close, the way you did when he was small, and the world was far simpler. When you pull back, his face is set in a mask of determination, so much like yours when you were younger, filled with dreams and desires that have long since turned to ash.
“Stay strong, Vaeron. For our family. For the future.”
With that, you turn and walk back toward the fortress, your steps heavy with the weight of what you must do. Behind you, the wind carries the sound of your son’s quiet sobs, a painful reminder of all that this war has taken and what it will still demand before it is over.
You do not look back. You cannot afford to.
You have a realm to save.
King’s Landing reeks of decay, the stench of rot clinging to every breath. Gwayne Hightower stands on one of the parapets overlooking the city, the once-proud banners of the Greens fluttering lifelessly in the breeze. His gaze is fixed on the distant horizon, where storm clouds gather ominously, but his thoughts are elsewhere—always elsewhere. No matter how far he tries to distance himself from the past, it haunts him relentlessly, like a ghost that refuses to be exorcised.
It has been months since his return to the capital, and yet every corner, every shadow in this city, reminds him of her. Of Y/N. His beloved, and the sister of the woman the Greens have fought so bitterly to keep from the throne. He grips the stone ledge tightly, knuckles white as he remembers the day he was brought back, humiliated and paraded like a traitor, a stain upon his family’s honor.
He had expected death. He would have welcomed it if it meant sparing him from the hollow gaze of Ser Criston Cole, who had demanded his execution for treason. The memory of Cole’s cold sneer, his self-righteous fury, still makes Gwayne’s blood simmer. The man had practically salivated at the thought of executing him, of making an example out of the “traitorous” Hightower who had saved Rhaenyra’s sister from the flames at Rook’s Rest. He would never regret that decision. Not for all the power, gold, or prestige in the world.
But it was not Cole who held Gwayne’s fate. It was his father, Otto, and his sister, the Dowager Queen Alicent, who intervened, silencing Cole’s demands with a forceful refusal. Yet, they had not been merciful. No, they had allowed the rotting head of Silverwing to be mounted for all to see, a cruel display meant to drive a wedge deeper into Gwayne’s heart. Silverwing, Y/N’s dragon, who had died protecting her—left to wither and decay like a forgotten relic. It was an injustice that Gwayne bore like a festering wound, a humiliation barely concealed beneath the mask of duty.
He shuts his eyes, and her face comes to him unbidden—the softness in her eyes that had never wavered, not even in the face of Daemon’s cold disdain, or the harsh realities of war. He remembers the warmth of her hand in his, the way her voice had soothed the fear in his heart, even when the world around them was crumbling. How could he not have saved her that day? How could anyone expect him to do anything less when it was her life at stake?
The rustle of skirts and the subtle scent of lavender and rosemary pulls him from his reverie. Gwayne opens his eyes, finding his sister standing beside him, her expression unreadable. Dowager Queen Alicent still carries herself with the grace of a woman who has shouldered too much, yet refuses to break beneath the weight. Her once fiery determination has dulled into a cold resolve, a woman shaped by grief and loss, and the endless machinations of court.
“Brother,” she greets softly, her voice carrying the echoes of weariness. “It’s been too long since we spoke.”
He offers her a tight nod, forcing the tension from his jaw. “It has, Your Grace.” The formality is deliberate, a barrier between them. Though they share blood, the distance between them has grown insurmountable over the years.
Alicent’s eyes flicker with something—regret, perhaps?—before she turns her gaze to the city below. “I’ve heard whispers that you’ve been restless of late. The men say you spend too much time brooding alone, staring into the distance as if searching for answers the gods have hidden from us.”
“I am where I am needed, as you and Father commanded,” he replies curtly, unwilling to entertain her probing. He knows what she’s doing. She’s always been good at drawing out what’s hidden beneath the surface, even when he wishes she wouldn’t.
She sighs softly, a sound filled with unspoken words. “You blame us for what was done to Silverwing.”
Gwayne’s grip tightens on the stone again. He doesn’t deny it. “It was a needless cruelty. She was a noble creature who died protecting her rider. Displaying her head like that—it was an insult to the memory of what she represented.”
“An insult, perhaps,” Alicent admits, her tone carefully measured. “But it was necessary. The people needed a symbol, something to remind them of the cost of defiance.”
He scoffs, bitterness curling his lips. “Defiance? Is that what you call saving someone I love?”
The admission slips out before he can stop it, the rawness of his emotions slicing through the air between them. Alicent’s eyes widen slightly, surprise momentarily breaking through her composed mask. But she recovers quickly, her gaze softening as she studies him. “You still think of her.”
“Every day,” Gwayne says quietly, the ache in his chest tightening. “I think of her every godsdamned day, and I regret nothing. You can have me stripped of titles, cast me into the black cells, and I would still choose to save her.”
For a long moment, there is silence between them, broken only by the distant clamor of the city below. Alicent’s eyes are misty as she watches him, her lips parting as if she’s searching for words that won’t come.
Finally, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Love makes fools of us all, Gwayne. It blinds us to what is prudent, to what is wise. I once knew a man who would have risked everything for love, but time and circumstance have a way of teaching us that such devotion often leads to ruin.”
Gwayne meets her gaze, defiance burning in his eyes. “Then let me be a fool, Sister. I would rather be a fool than a coward who sacrifices what is right for what is safe.”
A flicker of pain crosses Alicent’s face at his words, but she doesn’t flinch. “I pray that the choices you’ve made do not bring you to ruin, Gwayne. We’re all caught in this web of power and bloodshed, each of us trying to hold onto what little we have left.”
Her words linger, heavy with the weight of their shared burdens. Gwayne looks away, his heart still tethered to thoughts of Y/N, of what might have been had the world been kinder, had fate been less cruel.
But the world is what it is—a place of suffering, where even the most noble acts are punished and love is a weakness to be exploited. Yet, even knowing that, he would still choose her. Every time.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter now,” Gwayne says after a long pause, his voice thick with resignation. “Daemon and Aemond are dead. The game we’ve all played has grown cold, and soon it will be Rhaenyra or Aegon who claims the last move.”
“Perhaps,” Alicent murmurs, though her eyes are distant, as if she’s looking at something far beyond this moment. “But war has a way of devouring everything in its path. Whatever happens next, we must be ready.”
Gwayne doesn’t reply. His thoughts drift back to Y/N, to her strength and the resolve she must be clinging to now. He wonders where she is, if she’s safe, and if she ever thinks of him the way he thinks of her.
But such thoughts are a luxury he cannot afford. He is here, bound by duty, trapped in a city where his only solace is the memory of what once was—and the unshakable knowledge that he would do it all over again, consequences be damned.
The clouds overhead break, and the first droplets of rain begin to fall. As the chill seeps into his bones, Gwayne turns away from the edge, leaving the ghosts of what might have been behind, even if they’ll never truly leave him.
The streets of King’s Landing are thick with discord, and the air hums with the whispers of the crowds. The cobblestones are slick with grime and spilled wine as people press closer to watch, their eyes gleaming with morbid curiosity. The moment you arrived at the city gates, there was no ceremony, no dignity—only the iron grip of Ser Criston Cole’s men as they dragged you from your mount, jeering insults trailing in their wake.
“Look at the whore! Just like her sister!”
The words sting like poisoned arrows, yet you hold your head high, refusing to break. The crowd surges, pressing closer, feeding on the spectacle of your humiliation. You’ve been paraded through the streets like a common criminal, Cole’s grip never loosening as he drags you closer to the Red Keep, his eyes alight with vindictive satisfaction. It’s clear he’s been waiting for this moment, to claim victory over the woman —Rhaenyra— who once defied him and the family he serves so devoutly.
He stops abruptly before the gates of the Red Keep, turning to the gathered throng with a sneer curling his lips. “Behold! The dragon’s whore, sister to the pretender queen, come to grovel for mercy she does not deserve!” His voice carries, cold and mocking, inciting the crowd further. They howl their approval, eager for blood—yours or anyone else’s. It makes no difference to them.
But you do not bow your head. You meet Cole’s gaze with icy defiance, refusing to let him see how your heart hammers in your chest. The memories of Silverwing’s rotting head flash in your mind, a stark reminder of the cruelty that awaits you here. But you force yourself to stand tall. You’ve faced worse than this.
You’re brought into the throne room, where Alicent Hightower and her father, Otto, wait. Aegon’s absence is notable, but you know the reason. The rumors speak of his broken body, of his delirious cries as the milk of the poppy steals his sanity away. The once-proud king is now nothing more than a husk, a shadow of the tyrant he once was.
Alicent’s expression is tight with a mixture of weariness and caution, her eyes flicking between you and Cole as if assessing the weight of this confrontation. Otto stands beside her, his face carved from stone, every line etched with ambition and ruthlessness. It’s clear they intend to wring every ounce of leverage from this moment.
“You have a great deal of nerve coming here,” Otto begins, his voice clipped, “knowing the crimes you’ve committed against this family and this realm. You crippled the king, threw the Greens into disarray, and now you slink back like a beggar, expecting what? Mercy? Forgiveness?”
You square your shoulders, refusing to cower. “I came to end the bloodshed. How many more sons, brothers, and fathers must die before you realize that this war has no victors? Only ashes.”
Alicent’s eyes darken, the mention of sons clearly striking a nerve. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, the doors burst open, and Gwayne strides in, his face a mask of barely-contained fury.
“Enough of this!” he bellows, his voice reverberating through the chamber. He moves to rush toward you, but Cole steps forward, his hand already on the hilt of his sword, blocking Gwayne’s path.
“Stay back, Ser Gwayne. This is not your concern,” Cole snaps, his disdain for Gwayne evident in every word.
Gwayne’s eyes blaze as he turns his glare on Cole. “Not my concern? You dare speak to me of what concerns me when you’ve dragged the mother of my son through the streets like some common criminal? You’ve no right to degrade her like this!”
Otto’s eyes narrow at his son, but his voice remains calm, almost condescending. “You forget your place, Gwayne. This is not a matter for your heart to decide. The woman stands accused of treason, of crimes against the Crown.”
“I care nothing for your accusations, Father!” Gwayne’s voice cracks with the intensity of his emotions. “I will not stand by while you humiliate the woman I love—while you let her suffer when this war has already taken too much from all of us!”
There is a silence that follows his words, thick with the weight of what he’s just confessed. Alicent’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, her gaze softening with a flicker of sympathy as she studies her brother’s desperate expression. She’s lost so much—Aemond to the skies above the Gods Eye, Daeron at Tumbleton, and Aegon reduced to a broken shell. For a moment, her mask of cold resolve cracks.
“What would you have me do, Gwayne?” she asks quietly, almost pleading. “What resolution is there, when every path leads to more bloodshed?”
Gwayne takes a step forward, his voice gentler now, imploring. “Let me marry her. Let Viserys’ refusal be buried with him. If we end this cycle of vengeance, perhaps—just perhaps—we can stop this madness. Rhaenyra’s forces are strong, but even she tires of the bloodshed. The realm cannot survive more of this conflict.”
Alicent’s lips press into a thin line, uncertainty warring with her long-held beliefs. “Marrying her would be an insult to the Greens, to everything we’ve fought for. How can you ask me to allow such a union?”
“Because you’ve already lost two sons,” Gwayne says, his voice raw with pain. “Daemon is dead, and so is Aemond. Aegon is no longer fit to rule. You know it, Alicent. We’re fighting a war for a crown that no one truly wants anymore—not in the way it once mattered. The people starve, the dragons die, and for what? The Iron Throne is a curse, not a prize. Let there be peace. Let us find some measure of hope before it all crumbles to dust.”
His words hang heavy in the air, each one a plea, not just for your freedom, but for an end to the suffering that has stained this realm. Alicent looks away, tears glistening in her eyes as the truth of his words gnaws at her heart.
Otto, however, is unmoved. “You would throw away every gain we’ve made for the whims of your heart? This woman’s marriage to Daemon was a slight to our family’s honor from the beginning. To accept her now would be to admit defeat.”
But before Gwayne can respond, Alicent raises a hand, silencing them both. Her voice is quiet, but it carries the full weight of her authority. “No, Father. Perhaps Gwayne is right. How much more can we lose before there is nothing left worth protecting?” Her gaze turns back to you, and for the first time, you see not just a queen, but a mother who has lost almost everything. “If there is a chance to end this, to save what remains of our families, then we must take it.”
Gwayne exhales shakily, relief flooding his features as he steps closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “Let me marry her, Alicent. Let this be the beginning of something better—something that might actually last.”
Alicent stares at you for a long, agonizing moment, weighing the choice before her. Then, finally, she nods, her voice laced with exhaustion. “Very well. The marriage will be sanctioned. But know this—if this decision leads to more chaos, more ruin, it will be on your head, Gwayne.”
Gwayne bows his head in gratitude, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, Sister.”
Cole steps back reluctantly, anger simmering in his eyes, but he knows better than to openly defy the queen. As the tension in the room finally begins to ease, Gwayne moves to your side, his fingers brushing against yours, a touch meant to ground you both after everything that has happened.
You meet his gaze, the storm of emotions within you barely held in check. This was not the path you envisioned, nor the life you had dreamed of, but it is the one before you now. And perhaps, in this fragile truce, there is a glimmer of hope—for your son, for Gwayne, and for the future you might yet carve from the ruins of war.
For now, you allow yourself the comfort of his presence, knowing that whatever comes next, you won’t face it alone.
The room is dimly lit, the flickering light of candles casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The scent of roses and herbs wafts through the air as the servants bustle around you, their hands quick but gentle as they prepare your bath. You can barely focus on their movements; your mind is still spinning from the events of the day, from the jeers of the crowd to the cold fury in Otto’s eyes. Your body aches, the cuts and scrapes from being dragged through the streets stinging sharply with every brush of fabric against your skin.
When you finally lower yourself into the steaming water, a hiss escapes your lips as the heat bites into your wounds. You bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep from crying out, determined not to show even the smallest sign of weakness. The water slowly works its way into your muscles, easing some of the tension, but your thoughts remain a tangled mess. You think of Vaeron, of what he must be feeling, and of Gwayne—the man who risked everything for you, who still fights for you.
The sound of the door creaking open draws your attention. You glance up, expecting one of the servants, but instead, you see Gwayne. His presence fills the room, his eyes blazing with barely-contained anger. The servants freeze, their hands mid-task, exchanging nervous glances.
“Out,” Gwayne says, his voice low and commanding.
The servants hesitate, torn between obeying their orders and respecting the strict instructions they’ve been given by Otto. But Gwayne steps forward, his gaze hardening. “I said out,” he repeats, more sharply this time.
The authority in his voice leaves no room for argument. The servants bow hastily, gathering their things and scurrying out of the room, leaving you alone with him. The door closes behind them with a resounding thud, and the room suddenly feels smaller, the air thicker.
You watch Gwayne as he strides toward you, his expression softening as he takes in the sight of you in the bath. But there’s still a dark fury simmering beneath the surface, a quiet rage barely held in check. He kneels beside the tub, his eyes raking over your body, lingering on the cuts and bruises that mar your skin. His jaw tightens as he reaches out, his fingertips grazing a particularly nasty scrape on your arm.
“They did this to you,” he murmurs, his voice trembling with barely-suppressed anger. “Cole did this to you.”
You can see the guilt in his eyes, as if he blames himself for not being there, for not stopping it before it happened. You reach out and touch his hand, trying to reassure him, but the moment your skin meets his, something shifts between you. The air grows thick with tension, a tension that has been simmering for far too long.
“Gwayne,” you whisper, but it’s all you manage to say before the words are stolen from your lips by the intensity in his gaze.
Without a word, he leans forward, cupping your face with both hands, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. His touch is soft, almost reverent, but beneath it, you feel the tremor of barely-contained desire, of need and longing that has been held back for far too long. He moves closer, and you feel his breath against your lips, warm and ragged.
“I can’t bear seeing you like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t stand knowing what they did to you, how they hurt you.” His eyes darken, his expression raw. “You deserve so much more. You deserve everything, and all they’ve ever given you is pain.”
His words are laced with a desperation that pulls at something deep within you. You’ve both suffered so much, sacrificed so much, and yet, here you are, still drawn to each other with a pull that’s stronger than duty or fear.
You don’t know who moves first—whether it’s you or him—but suddenly his lips are on yours, and the dam that’s held back your desire for so long shatters. The kiss is not soft or tentative; it’s fierce, fueled by months of longing and years of denied affection. His hands cradle your face, and you respond with equal fervor, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.
The kiss deepens, turning frantic, as if you’re both afraid that if you stop, the world will tear you apart again. You can taste the salt of your own tears mingling with his as he kisses you with a passion that’s almost overwhelming. Your bodies move of their own accord, and before you know it, you’re both reaching for each other with a desperate urgency.
Gwayne pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his eyes searching yours, filled with a hunger that leaves no room for hesitation. “Let me have you,” he breathes, his voice husky. “Let me show you how much I need you.”
You nod, the words caught in your throat, and he rises to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours as he sheds his cloak and begins to unlace his tunic. You watch, your heart pounding, as he strips away the layers, revealing the body you’ve longed for, the one that’s haunted your dreams. There’s no more hesitation, no more fear—only desire, raw and unbridled.
He steps closer, helping you out of the bath, his hands warm against your damp skin. You undress him as he guides you toward the bed, your hands trembling with anticipation. The kiss is reignited the moment you’re close enough, fiercer now, more demanding. There’s no gentleness this time—only a primal need to feel each other, to claim and be claimed.
When he finally presses you down onto the bed, there’s nothing slow or tender about the way he moves into you. It’s not like the times you’ve been together before, where every touch was measured, every caress deliberate. This time, it’s raw, almost rough, driven by months of pent-up desire and longing. He thrusts into you with a desperation that makes you gasp, your body arching beneath him as you cling to him, meeting each of his movements with your own.
It’s frantic, unrelenting—a tangle of limbs and fevered kisses as you both give in completely to the storm that’s been brewing between you. Every thrust is a declaration, every kiss a vow unspoken. There’s no room for words, only the sounds of your shared pleasure, the feel of his body against yours as he takes you with a hunger that has no end.
You’re both lost in it, in the release of everything you’ve held back for so long. The tension, the heartache, the desire—it all spills out in this moment, leaving you breathless, trembling with the intensity of it all. You give yourself over to him completely, letting him take you in every way you were once denied, and he meets you with the same fervor, as if he’s been starving for you.
And then, in the midst of it all, you reach your peak together, a wave of pleasure crashing over you both. The world narrows down to this single, perfect moment—where there is no war, no crowns or thrones—just the two of you, lost in each other.
Afterward, you collapse against him, both of you breathless, your hearts pounding in tandem. Gwayne wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He presses a lingering kiss to your hair, his fingers tracing lazy circles along your back.
“I should never have let you go,” he whispers, his voice filled with regret.
You lift your head, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, the world outside seems distant and unimportant. “You didn’t let me go,” you murmur, your fingers brushing over his lips. “We were both trapped by the choices others made for us. But now… now, we have a chance.”
His grip tightens around you, a silent vow in the way he holds you close. “I won’t let them hurt you again,” he promises, his voice low and fierce. “No matter what happens, you’ll never be alone. Not anymore.”
You close your eyes, letting yourself believe in that promise, even if it’s only for this fleeting moment.
#house of the dragon#hotd gwayne#gwayne x you#gwayne x reader#ser gwayne#gwayne hightower#hotd x y/n#hotd x reader#hotd#gwayne x y/n#alicent hightower#otto hightower#ser criston cole#silverwing#rhaenyra targeryan
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20. She/Her.
I write fan fiction for Spencer Reid every now and then. This post has everything you'll need to find your way around the blog. Please do not post or share my work anywhere outside the platform. Minors do not interact.
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Recents ⋆ Forget me not ⋆ Bad, bad news 🔞 ⋆
Blurbs
Untitled #1 ⋆ 0.3K ⋆ Joining Spencer on the couch after a shower - cuddling turns playful. Forget me not ⋆ 0.5K ⋆ While traditionally this flower represents remembrance, other meanings include true love and devotion - acts of service x physical touch.
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3 days, 4 hours and 55 minutes ⋆ 8.6K ⋆ When Spencer doesn’t call at midnight on your birthday like he usually does, you believe he truly wants nothing to do with you because of your fight a few days prior. Until there are two FBI agents knocking on your door, neither of which are your apparently missing boyfriend. Technically, I didn’t stay up. ⋆ 1K ⋆ Just you and Spencer being fluffy when he comes home from work and falling asleep in each other’s arms. Malicious Compliance ⋆ 7.2K ⋆ 🔞 Spencer’s job has been hogging more of his time than usual, leaving you neglected, frustrated and bratty. He makes up for it by ever-so-kindly giving you exactly what you asked for. We can't be friends, but I'd like to just pretend ⋆ 9.3K ⋆ You and Spencer have convinced yourselves that you’re only meant to be friends despite the strong tension between you two. It only seems to intensify the longer you ignore it, eventually reaching its boiling point and forcing changes in the friendship. ⤷ Wait until you like me again ⋆ 10.3K ⋆ 🔞 The decision to resign puts a lot of weight on your shoulders. A takedown gone wrong makes it the least of anyone's concerns, especially Spencer’s. You’re not willing to let him back in; it feels too little, too late. ⤷ I'll wait for your love ⋆ 10.4K ⋆ 🔞 The only thing you’re sure of is that you don’t want things to go back to the way they were and Spencer agrees that change may be for the best. I'll still be here ⋆ 2.2K ⋆ To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. You and Spencer plan to honour your vows at any cost, no matter how insignificant or difficult the situation seems. Yours ⋆ 5.3K ⋆ 🔞 Spencer never thought he’d be lucky enough to find you, but he has. You have all his devotion and all he hopes for in return is for you to let him stay yours.
Series & other masterlists
Kinktober 2024 ⋆ 🔞 All Fem! Reader. Detailed warnings at start of each fic. Titles, pairings, plots and kinks may change. Fics may be removed and/or added.
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Head In The Clouds (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: When Bob makes love to you in the clouds, you swear it's the best thing ever (Greek Mythology AU)
Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, minors will be yeeted from this blog and blocked)
Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @bobfloydsbabe and an especially big thank you to @attapullman as this is for International Bob Floyd Fucks Month!!!!! (lol).
At last, at long last you returned to your home in the clouds close to Mount Olympus, worn out from racing Ares and Apollo all day long on your black pegasus. The clouds had always been home for you and Bob, a place as wild and free as the forests on the earth below. Your fuzzy, fluffy little dream dragon ran right to you, curling around your legs and purring like a cat as if to welcome you home.
You saw Bob flying in just a moment later, fresh from helping Hermes on a mission for one of the Titans. Bob's sandaled feet touched down on the clouds as though they were solid ground, his snow white wings still unfurled like a pair of brilliant flags as he scooped you up in his strong arms.
"Missed you sweet cheeks," he said before planting a kiss on your lips.
You hummed into his kiss, reveling in the warmth that enveloped you. "I missed you too," you purred. "How'd everything go?"
"Better than ever," Bob answered. "Hyperion was more than happy to have the lamps working again and everybody made it home safe too."
You were relieved to say the least. Ever since the Titans had allied with the Olympians, things hadn't been better. You had yet to see the new island home of your distant ancestors, as did the rest of the Daggers, but Bob assured you that it would be something to look forward to going down the road.
You and Bob tended to your duties for the day, helping Hera, Poseidon and the others wherever you could until at last, night had begun to fall in the heavens. The moon and stars had all shined brightly as the creatures of the sky took to their cloud beds, curling up and drifting off to sleep along with your little fuzzy friend.
Bob couldn't help but stare off into that wild expanse of heaven, the deep sapphire blue skies making him sleepier than usual. He felt your arms sneaking their way around his waist as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed (y/n)?" he chuckled.
"Same can be said of you," you told him with a wry grin.
He pulled you into his arms, his deep blue eyes roaming over every trace of you as he pulled you into his strong but comforting embrace, breathing in your scent as though he had been away for longer.
In an instant you felt his warm lips on yours, kissing you gently and trailing from your lips to your jaw. You felt the tip of his tongue brushing against your skin, just tiny little licks at first, but as Bob began trialing down your neck, they became much more intense. A breathy little moan fell from your mouth as Bob kissed the curve of your neck.
"Shhhhh my love," he whispered. "Remember, somebody might hear us."
Bob gently guided you to the big mass of clouds that you both slept on every night, crooking a finger to beckon you closer. Your kissing became much more heated as his nimble fingers found the clasps on your copper colored tunic, drawing the thin, stringy straps down. The sheer fabric quickly fell, revealing your naked skin, pooling around your ankles as you helped Bob with his, the two of you never once breaking the kiss.
He laid you on your back, drawing a gasp as his rock hard cock found its way into your slick entrance. Bob watched with pure adoration as your eyes went wide and a gasp was drawn from your throat.
"Bob......?" you moaned.
"Hmm??"
You draw his hips against yours, creating a rhythm that made the little spot between your legs tingle with pleasure. "You like that?" he purred.
You nodded, a lazy smile playing with the corners of your mouth.
Bob slowly thrust his hips in and out of you, trailing kisses down your collarbone, taking great care to drag his tongue along the swells of your breasts and over your nipples. Bob swirled his tongue around them until they became pointed little dusty pink peaks.
"Bob......Bob.....p....please.....please....."
Your pleas were music to his ears as he dragged his tongue down to your navel, swirling it around and flicking it in and out. "My gorgeous wife," he groaned. "I love every bit of you and your body......."
Your moans grew louder as he spread your legs and kissed down the sensitive little spots on your inner thighs before going for the one spot that drove you crazy. His tongue worked its magic, flicking in circles, up, down and all around until you were a moaning mess.
"Bob.....Bob sweetie, I......I'm gonna......"
"Wait, wait for me sweetheart," he panted. "Hold on."
You moaned even louder when you suddenly felt him enter back into you, amazed at how fucking big he really was. He continued to thrust in and out of you, slowly, gently until both your hips jerked against each other, the both of you a fucked out, blissful mess.
Bob kissed your lips, his body heavy and relaxed against yours underneath him. "You're amazing, you know that?" he chuckled.
You laughed as he guided you down from the rest of your high, the clouds cool against your heat filled bodies. You and Bob lay in your bed of clouds, blissed out but relaxed and content as you explored each other's naked bodies, touching, kissing and caressing each other in the silvery moonlight.
"You get prettier every day (y/n)," he murmured sleepily. "You're everything to me."
You traced over his jaw, gently caressing his face. "And you're everything to me, Bob......you always will be."
Bob kissed you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms, never once letting each other go and waking up the same way, when the day began anew with the sun on your faces and the two of you together.
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Okie doke! Now that I know how things work here a bit better here’s a full update to my ✨intro✨ post😵💫
DNI-
Minors- this is a Nsfw blog, enough said. Ageless blogs will be blocked for safety unless I can 100% tell you are over 18.
Terfs, swerfs- I am both trans and a sex worker.
Bigots of all kinds- self explanatory.
Okokok Hey There‼️
I’m Lucky🍀
I’m 20
they/he pronouns
I’m a switch who’s been a cam model for about a year now and looking to have more connections and experience😵💫💕
This is a blog full of all the things I fantasize about, as well as my personal little hub for letting the world know when I have photo sets, am available for personal calls, or am broadcasting!
Dm me for my menu!!! I am happy to discuss and explain things in detail so please do not hesitate to ask💕
All of my scene and roleplay work is discussed before hand with safewords and limits pre-discussed and consented to. I do not work with no limits.
💕Likes💕
🔥Names- lucky, puppy, sir, good boy, mutt
🔥Compliments- handsome, pretty, whatever you like really as long as it has good intentions^^
🔥Anatomy- cunt, boycunt, boypussy, tits, chest
🔥Getting asks/comments/dms- again as long as you’re polite
🔥Basic Kinks you’ll find here- puppy play, primal, dumbification, overstim, edging, cock warming, weed intox, cnc/ free use and breeding themes
Tag system:
#lucky rambles - my original posts! Is kinda scattered throughout everything.
#lucky jests - jokes, little diddies- sometimes reacting to my followers, sometimes just the random shit that flies into my head
#pup in charge - more dominant original posts!
#pup answers- responding to asks!
#puppy puffs - weed intox original posts!
#pups pics- irl pics and promos for photos sets! Feel free to block this tag if your not interested!
#going live - accompanied with a link to my cam, the length of my streams vary rn so the faster the better for free content!
#serious pup - my genuine takes, usually trying to educate due to bigotry or a shitty interaction.
If any of it isn’t for you, that’s ok! Just block or scroll!
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😵💫Under negotiation- nervousness is not an excuse to not fully discuss what you want from an interaction. Be upfront and I am more likely to respond.
😵💫Misgendering- I am relatively masculine aligned and I have facial hair. I love dressing up in make up and cute clothes but that doesn’t mean I consent to any sort of detrans kink.
😵💫Beggars and choosers- I love chatting with people and making friends AND I will be posting pictures here, however I will not be giving out any paid content for free no matter how charming I might find you. This is my job and at the end of it I still need to eat
‼️‼️Pups playpen application down below- join my server for people who enjoy my content with a focus on community and kink safety. Join us for game nights, private content, and more!‼️‼️
My operating hours are 12pm to 10pm EST (with exceptions) Don’t be afraid to message or send asks! I love to chat💕💕💕💕
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Hi there! Like my header says, I'm 18+ and so is this blog, so have your age in your header or bio PLEASE, for both our sakes! My messy sideblog is @justmessybottoms , so anything involving messing goes there please! My PFP was a commission by @thesecretomoblog , I highly recommend checking out both his art and fics!
Please note, I will block blogs that post misgendering/detransition kink, or 'sissy faggot' type content - no shame if that's your thing, it's just a personal squick! Also, minors will be blocked on sight of course!
Tagging system below, feel free to block or filter as needed!
#ageplay omo: anything involving an ageplay, regression, or CG/L dynamic - yes, I know they're all different, the tag is just a catch-all. Not every post that has childish language or characters acting immature will be tagged this way, but if it's obvious enough - and it usually will be - it will be tagged. Please note that posts involving ageplay without omo will still have this tag, but it will also have the 'not omo' tag alongside it, see below.
#diapers and #omutsu: any post involving diapers or pull-ups. Posts that simply mention the concept will only be tagged with diapers, but if it's the main theme or is discussing used padding (or if it's diapered art of a character) it'll get the omutsu tag too.
#not omo: self-explanatory, any post that doesn't contain any mentions of pee or desperation.
#nsfw: anything with a more sexual theme to it or that discusses sex or kinks, or art that has nudity/genitals. Again, this is hard to define, but I'll try to catch as much as I can.
#nsfw omo: like the above tag, anything that's meant to be more sexual, but this tag is explicitly for omo in that context - so holding/wetting to get off, for someone else's pleasure, peeing on/in someone, etc. Also, again, art with nudity/genitals, but only if it also involves omo.
#plushie love: anything involving the use of plushies for kink - humping, peeing on/in, etc. This tag will likely be very nsfw and overlap a lot with the other tags, view at your own discretion.
#A/B/O: anything involving an alpha/beta/omega dynamic or universe. Remember the slashes if you're using or filtering this one, they're important!
#omo on ice: this tag hasn't been updated in quite some time because the fandom has died down, but it's for anything omo involving the characters from Y/uri On I/ce.
Personalised anon tags for regular anons below! I would recommend clicking on the tag and reading through all of the asks from oldest to newest to get the full story!
#sunshine and stoic sweetheart
#actor assistant chronicles
#little rockstar
#wolfwater
#precious polycule
Finally, as I may have mentioned already, I recently deleted my last pinned post completely by accident - so if there's anything missing from this new one, especially if I've skipped a tag somewhere, ESPECIALLY if it's your personal anon tag, please toss me an ask letting me know! I can't remember everything I put last time and I want to get it all back!
That's all for now, have fun here! <3
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Hi!!! Just came across your blog from the tea prompt for Dabi and Shigaraki, and was hoping I could humbly request earl grey tea and coffee for Dabi? Entirely up to you and at your leisure, of course!! ^w^
hiii!! once again, i have no problem doing both :)
tw: possessiveness, mentions of 18+ content but nothing too explicit.
♡dabi♡
earl grey tea: how do they court their s/o?
The way Dabi asks you out is both unexpected and abrupt, as well as a long time coming. What started as a casual one night stand hookup turned into running into each other by chance a week or so later, both of you on your way to get coffee and deciding to tag along to the shop you frequent together, after which you exchanged contact info. You don’t expect him to text you right away, if at all, but you wouldn’t mind reaching out the next time you found yourself feeling a little bored. Much to your surprise, however, Dabi does text you first.
What are you doing later, his speech bubble reads, plain and simple.
Not much, you reply. What about you?
He’s pretty to the point when he tells you he wants to hook up with you again, and since he was so good the first time, you figure why not.
After that night, you find yourself growing attached, thinking about him when he’s not around, wondering if maybe he’s thinking about you too. Several hook ups, casual coffee dates, and text conversations later, you’re curled up to his side watching some movie neither of you are particularly invested in.
“Hey…” you begin, afraid to have the conversation that’s been on your mind for a couple weeks now. ���I think we should stop doing this.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, “this movie isn’t even that good anyway…” He gives you a look that you know only ever leads to one thing, all that cerulean swimming with lust.
“No,” you clarify, putting a little distance between you and him as you sit up and settle yourself on the couch across from him. “I mean us— you and me— this. I think we should stop seeing each other.”
All that lazy charm he usually carries so well suddenly drops, flickering into fear and confusion for a moment while his mouth hangs open with words he’s not yet sure he’s ready to say.
In his moment of pause you keep talking, telling him in the most unattached, nonchalant way you can that you don’t think you and him are on the same page, that, at this rate, you’re just going to get hurt, having developed stronger feelings for him than you ever intended.
You just never could’ve guessed that he was also currently facing the same predicament.
“I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he admits, much to your surprise. You almost don’t believe him, but there’s something in his eyes, something about the way he says it that makes you think maybe he’s telling the truth. “Not since the coffee shop. I haven’t seen anyone else but you…”
And it’s never asked or stated explicitly— that you’re his girlfriend, that he’s your boyfriend— but from then on there seems to be way less guessing on your part whether he actually likes you for more than the amazing sex you two have.
You two start learning more personal things about each other, find you have more in common than you originally thought, and find comfort in the fact that, for once, everything seems to be working out for the best.
coffee: do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?
Oh I just think Dabi is the king of jealousy. Although, like with most things, he’s pretty good at masking that emotion under a veil of indifference if other people are around. However, the moment he’s got you alone again, he’s shoving you up against the wall and kissing you until you’re breathless, until your head is spinning and only filled of thoughts of him, him, him.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls, gravely tone laced with something dangerous, something desperate. When you hesitate, staring into his eyes, still trying to recover from that unexpected whirlwind of a kiss, he repeats, more urgent this time, “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Dabi…” you say, slowly reaching up to cup his scarred face in your delicate little hands. “It’s always been you.”
It’s a barely detectable sound, the way his next breath catches in his throat as your words— your promise— registers to him, but then, once he catches himself slipping into something too vulnerable for him to bear, he’s leading you to your shared bed by the hand and pinning you down on it before long, making sure his kisses cover every inch of your body, branding you in bruises from his lips, the indent of his teeth, anything he can to make sure that he’s left his mark and claimed what’s his.
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♡ send me a tea prompt + a character i write for ♡
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tag game for @khaopybara !! thank you for thinking of me i needed the boost 💜
1. why did you choose your url?
my url is from ‘sol lucet omnibus’, a latin phrase that means the sun shines for everyone. a lot of my urls & usernames and whatnot are sun themed, so this is just another in a long line. for a while it was ‘solclaw’ while i was in a werewolf phase. but i dont plan to change it again
2. any sideblogs? name them and why you have them
ahhh…. the secret come out. i guess? i have two sideblogs. @jinjjayo is my kpop sideblog, which i have not advertised having so far but does exist. i also have @solref, which is just where i collect tutorials & other reference stuff.
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
not consecutively, i took breaks, but my first blog was made in 2011. :0 i’ve had three main blogs over the years.
4. do you have a queue tag?
i do! i don’t use it often but i tag things that are queued with ‘ghost post (queued)’
5. why did you start your blog in the first place?
the original one, i made because my cousin recommended it to me. we shall not speak of its url. this current one was made when i started seriously writing again (thank u rasmr <3)
6. why did you choose your icon?
i love ayluna. my babygirls. that’s all there is to it lol. im also quite fond of the lil stars i edited in
7. why did you choose your header?
i did a lot of work to edit the scene’s colors for my lfls episode series, so i wanted to keep that and use it for one more gif haha. also i love them terribly
8. what’s your post with the most notes?
it is currently this set of the 3wbf trio doing their puzzle piece hugs, at just over 1000 notes. 🥺 im happy they deserve it
9. how many mutuals do you have?
73! i know this because (and i am aware this is embarrassing) i keep a notes document of my mutuals with names & tracktags, so i counted manually. that is,,, thats a lot of you. i love you all very much 🥹🥹🥹
10. how many followers do you have?
i have just over 900 followers. ._. wild
11. how many people do you follow?
i follow 155 blogs. i try to keep the number down but there are simply so many beloveds.
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
sure lol. ive done textpost edits, and that disney only friends thing, and etc.
13. how often do you use tumblr each day?
i check at least once a day. usually more though
14. have you had a fight/argument with another blog?
noooo. i never have. i always just blocked people or we drifted apart. i love to block though
15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?
i think it’s counterintuitive. people don’t like being ordered around, so a lot of folks will instinctively scroll. then the ones you do get are often because of anxiety, so it feels cruel. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just ask normally / say please reblog this
16. do you like tag games?
why ask this at #16 of a tag game lmao. yes of course. doesnt everyone love to overshare
17. do you like ask games?
yes very much. it always makes it feel more lively. i try to play when i have the time :>
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
ouuhh, mona @thitiponqs probably, hehe. all member of usergif and gay dot tumblr dot com and everything else. everyone should know mona u.u everyone is famous in my heart though.
19. do you have a crush on a mutual?
no! >< it isn’t personal. i don’t have crushes very often. certainly you are all very lovely and cool, and i’ve had mutuals follow me who i had to go scream into a pillow about after for sure, but. it is all quite platonic im afraid 2 say. would still be happy to make out though
20. tags?
i will try! i choose u @markpakin & @lamonnaie ✨
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Introduction post (Updated)
Hello, and welcome to my blog!
Open up to read more info about it.
About me
My name is Ram, you can also call me Re, Dram or Rered. I use He\Him pronounce, but don't mind any pronounce at all. I'm pansexual agender and happily taken .3
I'm 22 years old artist, but I also really like voice acting and cooking. My other interests are video games and dragons in any shape and form. I live in Russia, so I can speak on 2 languages.
About my stuff
I draw various stuff, mostly furries, monsters, dragons, and fandom stuff! Currently as this post being created, I dived deep into Rain World fandom, so most of the stuff you'll see here is RW related.
!Content Warning!
I may keep this blog sfw, but I DO draw violent stuff from time to time, such as:
Gore
Violence
Blood
Physical and mental manipulation
Horror stuff
Unnerving images
I usually put respective TWs and CWs before the post, but please, watch those only if you're sure you'll handle such. I don't say that I'm ace in drawing that, but my standarts of if it's traumatizing or not are more hardcore, since I'm more mature and traumatized myself.
Interactions
Gonna point it out so there won't be any questions.
I do allow
✓ Art interactions, such as art trades, art gifts, character interacrions and other fun stuff. I honestly like those, and could overreact if you draw me some sort of gift, bc I'm not used to it. But that's okay!
✓ Text interactions like dms and asks. Gonna clarify 2 things about it:
1. I don't mind speaking with ppl, but I do have anxiety. If you want to chat, please don't just say "hi" and void, state your point and ask away. I don't bite, but I can run away bc of my sociophobia, lol
2. If you're under 18, you're still allowed to dm me, BUT keep it NSFW free, for both yours and my safety, okay? Some of my friends are minors, and I don't mind speaking with such, but again, keeping everything clear.
✓ Collabs. If you suddenly want me for some project, like drawing something or voicing a character, don't be afraid to ask me out for it!
Extra note on my reposts. I rarely do that, since I want this blog focused on my stuff, but if I do repost some stuff, consider yourself lucky. I do it only for 2 reasons:
1. You're my bestie or a good friend and I want to support your creativity <3
2. Your stuff hit me right in the spot and I count it as extremely cool!
I don't allow
✘ NSFW in any other shape that wasn't mentioned before, that includes any kind of sexual content. I want to stay SFW artist as long as I can, I know I can easily draw furry NSFW due having needed skills, being adult and living separate from parents, but I don't want to resort to it.
✘ Ask box spam. Call me cold hearted, but I don't care about your problems. Life sucks for all of us, some more, some less, we all struggling here and I'm not paid for caring about your problems. Adapt and thrive, or die trying. Such messages will be deleted, and sender will be blocked and reported.
✘ Art thieft. I may not put signatures on most of my art because I couldn't care less, but I won't appretiate if you're steal my art and call it yours. If you like my style, or how I draw something, you can always dm me about it, you can copy my drawings for study or use it as reference. If you do so, please don't forget to mention me as inspiration or something like that, I'll greatly appretiate it.
Stuff I'm currently working on
Rain World AUs
The Frostrot - one of my biggest projects so far. I'm a co-owner of the au, original creator is @dvepalki, a good friend of mine. I'm helping him out with storyline, worldbuilding, slugcat(and other animals in general) designs, and some iterators designs! Whole plot revolves around the idea of dystopia and iterators mostly going off-string and creating own countries, with more evolved, aka anthro, scugs and scavs as citizens, after Ancients mysteriously perish. #the frostrot - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here Dreamscape - my personal main AU, that's based mostly on my mental shit, like sleeping patterns, traumas and ext. Currently being actively developed. Instead of seeking a way to get out of The Cycle, Ancients wanted to achieve any kind of immortality, and that's how Dreamscape was created, a wast digital mainframe, that could give you digital immortality. Iterators taking care of their creators, divided in local servers of Dreamscape. At some point, from unfortunate event, Sliver of Straw dies, and Nightmares manifests, and from here everything starts to crumble down. #rw dreamscape - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here Bug in a Maze - my secondary personal AU, based on concept of fact that war never changes. Currently being semi-actively developed. Ancients abandoned their pursuit for salvation, and war broke between Houses, as they rip eachother's throats for what's left of the resources. #RW Bug in a Maze - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here Rotstruck - my tretiary personal AU, based on idea what if iterators were furries, lol. Currently on hold, characters are only used for Discord rps Mammals and Reptilians were on a brick of a war, when global apocalypse struck down, turning almost everyone into rotstruck zombies. Pebbles, the main suspect on that case, escapes his home universe and wander around other universes, trying to find a cure not only for himself, since he's also infected, but for his whole world. #CFP: Rotstruck - main tag for this au, all the content for it could be found here
Rain World Ships
Forbidden Noodles - Cherrybush with a twist, both of scuggos are dead lmao. Basically a ship of HLL and Echo Saint, two fellas couldn't escape their demise, so they just chill and support each other. #rw forbidden noodles - tag for this ship
Side work stuff
@temple-of-srs - my side blog, dedicated to drawing SRS. You can send your prompts for this character over here!
Aaand that's about it! Enjoy your stay here!
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Boundaries of this page
Have patience with me. I'm learning how to set boundaries in my life and on socials, too.
(I could update this in the future with new info)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (ME)
Be kind when interacting with me. Hold me gentle like hamburger. I'm an anxious dragonet.
I also do not like to interact much, especially in *fandoms*. I will often turn off the Comment Section. Nothing personal, it's for my mental health.
I could open Asks from time to time.
I also do disappear from time to time, sometimes for entire months or even more. I need long breaks from social to recharge.
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CONTENT
The blog is growing a bit so I want to make it clear to everyone:
First of all, this blog is SELF-INDULGENT and I'm going to post whatever I want to share, usually depending on my current hyperfix.
I mostly post about franchises I love. Most of these live rent free in my heart since I was a kid. For this reason, you will probably find VERY SELF-INDULGENT / PERSONAL INTERPRETATION of them. I never liked *fandoms* as social spaces, I do not care much about the canon in my stories and such; most of my stuff will be very big AU.
I could or could not post Original Stuff in the future, too.
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RATING - sort of
I mainly post stuff for everyone...
Tumblr policy says you must be 13 years old to join (or 16+ in Europe), so I can assure you my stuff is generally for everyone, or 13+ at the very least.
...BUT! Sometimes I could post 16+ stuff, with proper tags and advertisements.
(so you won't really stumble into it by accident; if you open a post with a *big* advertisement, it's your responsibility at that point). NOTHING EXPLICIT. But some a bit more mature themes than usual could pop up from time to time. It can be in the form of mild/mid violence or talking about alcohol/drugs or even in the form of sexual jokes or implication of sex (briefly and NEVER described/graphic).
Depending on the franchise, it could be more realistic or more cartoony (ex. violence in a FNaF story will be more realistic than in a Super Mario story and so on).
I'm NOT going to post anything 18+ in this blog (or anywhere on the internet, too shy lol), NSFW in general & co.
So, do not worry about that.
In the end:
I don't want to gatekeep this blog to 16+ y.olds only just for a few exceptions, but I want people to be able to browse my art without the anxiety of stumbling into content inappropriate for their age or that they don't like. I will do my best to advertise before posting a 16+ content, but you can also filter tags such as: 16+ / 16+ humor / mature humor / alcohol / drugs / mature joke / sexual joke / violence (and so on). Again, I assure you any 16+ content will still contain these themes in a very MILD and NON-EXPLICIT way (and knowing myself most of the time it will be for humoristic purposes only) but I'll tag them with stronger tags to be sure. I will do my best to tag everything properly and advertise it explicitly.
I want to make it clear again that IT WON'T BE EXPLICIT or REALISTIC. The only thing that could be maybe a bit more realistic is violence (for example, blood and scars) but as usual, they will be advertised in advance.
SO!
Feel free to browse my blog without the fear of stumbling into more mature things by accident (I will advertise and tag). You can even block some tags to be more sure. Or feel free to unfollow me or block me if you want to be sure. Nothing personal with it.
Remember: Everyone needs to have their safe space, and YOU must have your safe space as it's important for ME to have my safe space
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WHAT YOU CAN AND CAN'T DO WITH MY STUFF
You can like and reblog! If the Comment Section is open for followers, you can leave a kind compliment! Reblogs with happy tags are always welcomed and deeply cherished.
Do NOT RE-POST inside Tumblr. I would discourage you from reposting OUTSIDE Tumblr, too. But if you do, provide credit to my page on Tumblr (I only have a Tumblr page rn).
DO NOT FEED MY ART & STUFF TO AI. I will bite your head off and then breath fire on your corpse :3
Do not COPY my personal designs/reinterpretations of canon characters, AND MOST OF ALL DO NOT COPY MY OCs. I'm very very jealous of them. Especially, I DO NOT WANT to find my exact design of characters used for NSFW or to make money.
You can always take inspiration from my art tho! Copying and taking inspiration are two different things. If something you draw or write is heavily inspired by something I posted here, just provide a link to my blog/post or tag me and I'll be happy!
(adding more pages or editing at any time if needed)
#text#child of sardior#main post#blog rules#blog intro#blog boundaries#blog warnings#warning#tw#16+ discussion#not art#boundaries#important post#blog etiquette#mature content discussion#will update this when needed
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(CONTENT) RULES
these are rules for things i do and do not write for // certain things you can and cannot submit to my inbox <3
18+ ONLY beyond this point. minors do not interact. ageless + blank blogs get blocked.
❥ BEFORE CONTINUING IN READING THESE, please understand my blog is 18+ and contains dark content. there's a lot ahead, so be aware of that. filter what you don't want to see properly.
❥ characters are always above 18 and aged up in nsfw. however, if it's sfw and based in canon; that is usually up for interpretation just because i don't really specify anything. i don't write nsfw where the characters are underaged or implied to be.
❥ i am so bi in gender and sexuality so i will write any reader depending on what i'm feeling LMFAO. i try and write all my readers gender-neutral but in case i don't (aka write fem reader) i always tag!
❥ these are all a personal preference of what i like to write + enjoy writing / what i don't like to write + don't enjoy writing. writing fic is subjective to each writer. you are free to enjoy things in fic and as am i.
❥ this is a general thing on all nsfw and or dark content blogs, but you are responsible for the content you consume. i tag every single thing properly, i have an entire content + warnings section written to the T on everything you are about to read, and i put a "keep reading" before the nsfw text so you are not subjected to it unless you click on it by your own will. by clicking "keep reading" on any nsfw or dark content fic, you are consenting to viewing that content. and me, or any writer for that matter, is not responsible for the consequences of your own actions. if you get triggered, that is because you chose to not read the warnings. this is something general in all media you consume, certain things may not be suitable for you or your age and you need to be aware if there are things that trigger you. more on filtering unwanted content here if you don't know how to do it.
❥ i block minors from following me / interacting with me for the sake of that ^^^ not happening to anyone. as much as i don’t want anyone to get triggered i also am not responsible for that happening. some of you that are minors are still learning to navigate the world and can get triggered by many things easily. we, as adults, by blocking you; protect you from that content as best as we can. that is why writers say "minors do not interact" on their blog and works; it's nothing personal, it's for your safety. even though many minors will still find a way to consume content without interacting, that is when it's out of my hands. again, the warnings will be there and upfront, do with it what you will but stay out of interacting with me. if i see you in my notifications, that is an automatic block.
DO NOT CLICK READ MORE IF YOU ARE A MINOR. LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.
NOPE
❥ degradation: both character and reader receiving but ESPECIALLY reader receiving (stuff like whore, slut, bitch, etc). even if it's followed by praise, it is a big no from me lmao. i'm actually very traumatized from writing it in the past so please refrain from asking about it lmao <3
❥ mommy kink: for character and reader both
❥ extremely submissive reader that acts and behaves like a child or toddler, or even dresses in that sense ; age play
❥ psychedelics usage like drugs or weed. (regular smoking and drinking is completely fine).
❥ cannibalism ; vore ; etc along these lines.
YEP
❥ you will see me post about hurt/comfort / lovesick pussy eating 24/7. heads up haha.
❥ general non-sexual content warnings: blood, violence, gore, torture, murder, death, etc will usually be present in what i write.
❥ feet
❥ DOM / SUB / SWITCH reader ; i enjoy all of them equally <3 i love exploring all dynamics in my writing, so i never stick to one dynamic. ultimately, i just write whatever i'm feeling. if a reader is presenting submissive i will add it in my content warnings, same with if a reader is presenting dominant. ALSO keep in mind sometimes idfk / can't tell what the dynamic is (my switchy nature does not gaf so i can barely tell) so i will typically leave it up for your interpretation and label it as switchy or unlabeled dynamics!
[ !! ] ❥ DUBCON: aka dubious consent, where there is ambiguity or uncertainty surrounding the consent given by character(s) or reader involved. for example, if reader is enjoying it secretly or internally but was probably iffy about it at the start or is not vocal about it/saying something else in dialogue. // can also be interpreted as dubcon through coercion, manipulation, corruption, power imbalance, character(s) or reader being intoxicated, blackmail, etc along those lines. all tagged properly. filter #dubcon tw + #dubcon cw
[ !! ] ❥ NONCON: fully non-consensual ; rape. NOW, this one is a bit iffy and this is not something you can just come into my inbox about - this is just something i might write myself or like. elements of it in some sense which can refer back to dubcon BUT just be aware it will be on my blog in some way. filter #noncon tw
❥ incest ; step-cest ; half-siblings, etc are ok! i am still learning more/figuring out about writing it tho so you probably won't see me writing it anytime soon-ish lmao. i do interact w it tho so filter #incest cw / #incest tw
❥ yandere / stalking themes <3
❥ daddy kink: DEPENDS. this one is very funny lol because i'm very picky about it. there's only certain/a select-few characters that this kink can be applied for (again, i'm very very picky lol). usually i like it applied in a sense that reader has really bad daddy issues // can be done with a character that is in a position of caretaking and coddling the reader like a dad they've never had would?? if that makes sense?? // the kink is built up by a lot (like established relationship and trust implied) // i also like it applied in a taboo sense: like incest or step-father or father-figure (not related whatsoever). doesn't necessarily have to just be "daddy" i mean, can be "dad" or "father" as well. tagged appropriately ofc! filter #daddy cw
❥ pet play <3 no 'kitten' tho lmao, i prefer kitty. puppy is my fave <3 pet works, lamb, etc etc.
❥ monsterfucking <3 werewolves <3 vampires <3 hybrids <3 a/b/o dynamics <3 etc the sky is the limit fr ; all tagged accordingly ofc.
❥ tsundere reader <3
❥ brat taming <3
❥ breeding <3 pregnancy ; pregnancy sex
❥ period sex <3 (oral or penetrative). filter #period sex cw / tw
❥ age gaps
❥ angst with no happy ending <3
MORE TAGGING
-> for dark content in general: #dark content tw + #dark content cw + #tw dark content + #tw: dark content (i add all of these just to be safe). please filter these tags if this is not what you want to see.
general talking tag: #sora.speaks
for certain kinks: #*kink* cw / #*kink* tw
for all writing: #sora.writes
my asks are all answered under: #sora.inbox
anonymous: #sora.anon
mutuals: #*mutual name* <3
EXTRA
-> there may be something on here i could have forgotten to add so always feel free to ask me whether or not i’m comfortable with writing something before sending a thirst of some sort in! i would appreciate it <3
-> if you send something that is in the NOPE section, i will ignore your ask and it just won’t be answered. i won’t address it or anything either because i expect that you read my rules before coming into my inbox ^_^
-> if you send something in the YEP section and i haven't responded to it, i may just be getting a lot of asks or haven't had time to answer it/saving it to give you a proper response. if i'm not feeling the ask, i usually don't answer either. regardless though, if the ask doesn't get answered right away, please don't take offense or anything <3
#tw dark content#dark content mention#quite the hefty read if u want to interact w me in my inbox abt characters n thirsting as such sorry LMAO#again! stuff is subject to change fs so check back regularly jic <3#sora.rules#sora.navi
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soft-tober | 03 | Callie Bassett
soft-tober is about experiencing the joys of October with loved ones. each day is a fall-related one-shot for one of the couples from my Dagger, Sword & Shield universe, plus a few extras! today is Callie and Kelly with “Do you like cinnamon” from this prompt list.
If you’d like to be tagged for soft-tober, please send an ask!
word count: 1.3k
soft-tober masterlist | main masterlist | divider credit here
warnings: extreme fluff, discussions of breast cancer diagnosis, chemotherapy and side effects from treatment, pining and yearning
callsignspark disclaimer: my blog is an 18+ space; minors do not interact - you will be blocked. I do not consent to my work being copied, run through an AI generator, translated, or posted elsewhere. I do have an AO3, where I eventually will be cross-posting my works.
03. "Do you like cinnamon?"
Callie is sitting on the entryway bench, lacing her boots, when a thump catches her attention. It’s not the dog, she thinks as she watches Rupert pad toward the noise, his nails clicking across the wood floors. Finishing the knot on her right boot, she peers down the hall, trying to figure out if Kelly is awake or if it’s Emma trying to steal treats again.
“God- fuck!”
The breathless cursing lets her know it’s not the cat making all the noise but, in fact, the human she married. She walks into the kitchen to find her wife sitting at the breakfast nook table, hunched over and breathing hard.
“Kelly? What’s wrong? Can you breathe?”
“Yeah.” Callie isn’t convinced by the way she gasps the word, something Kelly notices because she grabs the edge of Halo’s flight suit before 911 can be dialed. “Couldn’t reach the oatmeal, and it took it out of me. Just need a minute.”
Immediately, she feels guilty. Kelly had a chemotherapy session two days ago, and treatment always exhausts her, but Callie had been so busy at work that Aliyah had been staying at the house to help out. She hadn’t even been thinking about how it was day three, the day when Kelly’s appetite usually returns.
You should have known. It’s been four months of this. Are you even paying attention?
Callie continues to berate herself as she rubs Kelly’s back; it doesn’t do anything to help her catch her breath, but it makes Callie feel like she’s doing something. Like she’s actually helping.
That’s been one of the worst parts of this. The worst obviously is Kelly getting diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer, but the constant helpless feeling. She’s not a doctor or a nurse; she’s just a WSO. The Navy's basic medical training can’t do anything to help against mutating cells. She can’t do anything to help the woman she married.
“Okay, other than the breathing, how do you feel? Dizzy? Sore?”
Kelly shakes her head, “Just need to catch my breath. Hungry, though.”
“Yeah? That’s good. You still want oatmeal? Or I can make something else? Whatever you want.”
“You’re going to be late to work.”
“It’s okay. I just texted Mav that everything is fine, but I’m going to be a bit late.”
Kelly’s head pops up, her brown eyes wide with concern and much clearer than when she got back from the treatment center, Callie notes with relief. “You can’t do that!”
“Yes, I can. Mav understands.” Callie adjusts the brown beanie Kelly had chosen to keep her shaved head warm, centering the little cow before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re a little warm; you sure you feel okay?”
“Yeah… tired.” Kelly hums, leaning into the hands cupping her face, both of them enjoying the closeness of the moment. They linger, not pulling away until a rumbling stomach interrupts them.
Callie reluctantly pulls away. “Still gonna take your temperature, just to make sure. You want oatmeal?”
Efficient movements get her from the bathroom to the breakfast nook to the kitchen in record time. Pulling the jar of rolled oats from the baking cabinet and measuring everything out as the water starts to heat up. If she’s going to make oatmeal, she’s going to do it on the stove. It’s best to save the microwavable stuff for when Kelly needs to make food herself.
The thermometer beeps, and it’s a relief to see it says 99.5° - slightly elevated but consistent with the other treatment sessions.
“Do you like-” Callie cuts herself off as she catches sight of the wedding photo that was put on the fridge the week after they got married.
It’s the two of them from five months ago, standing in front of the chapel. A smiling Callie is dipping a grinning Kelly, who hadn’t lost her hair yet, both of them laughing at some dumb joke Fritz had made while Aliyah took the photo.
They agreed it was their favorite photo from the day, easily choosing that one to use as the photo on their announcement cards. It was harder to decide on what to write inside the cards. How much of the truth to share.
Hi everyone! We know this is sudden, but we got married in Vegas last weekend! Turns out Kelly has cancer, and her insurance is total shit, so Callie proposed to her pet-sitter-turned-friend after knowing her for less than a year so she doesn’t die! We’re sorry we didn’t let everyone know, but we’re actually committing insurance fraud, so we’re just trying to make it look like a whirlwind love story! Thankfully, we’re lesbians, so no one questioned us hitching the U-Haul to Kelly’s Subaru for our third date! And now to answer the unasked questions! No, we didn’t register anywhere; we feel guilty enough as it is! Kelly’s prognosis looks good; they caught it early, and she’ll be able to get good treatment with Callie’s Tricare coverage! We’re just friends! We sleep in different rooms! But if anyone official asks, we share Callie’s bedroom because it has an ensuite, and Kelly’s room is the guest room. It’s not suspicious because she’ll need space after chemo treatments! Yes, we kissed when the Elvis impersonator said; no, you cannot see the photo. Don’t worry about sending stuff for our first anniversary; we’ll probably be divorcing by then!
They had gone with something very different on the massive stack of announcements they sent out. The newly married couple spending the week traditionally reserved for a honeymoon filling out piles of paperwork to get Kelly coverage as quickly as possible, telling friends the truth, and asking them to lie if questioned by investigators. The worst had been filling out the envelopes, the sober mood turning more and more sour by the second as they realized how many people they were lying to.
Despite the bad taste it left in her mouth, Callie didn’t care. Kelly only had a few more treatment sessions left, and at her last checkup, the oncologist was optimistic about the progress. It’s not how she had imagined getting married, but her friend was going to live, and that was the important part.
“What were you gonna say?”
“Oh!” Callie blinks, grabbing an egg from the fridge and checking on the oatmeal to stall. To shake away the thought that she barely knows anything about the woman she married. About the woman she was going to ask out before the diagnosis came down. “I was gonna add a little brown sugar and cinnamon. Do you like cinnamon?”
“I do, that sounds good.”
Callie nods, distracted as she scrambles the egg and fancies up the oatmeal. She feels guilty for enjoying moments like this. Where she gets to spend time with Kelly, take care of her, but they don’t happen very frequently. Even being married doesn’t get her much quality time with the woman she’s had a crush on for months.
“Here you go. Oatmeal and a scrambled egg - for protein - with your meds as an appetizer. And I moved the microwave food down to the counter for now. We’ll reorganize the cabinets this weekend so everything is easier to reach.”
“Yum.” Kelly grimaces at the medication, but her face smooths out as she gets a whiff of the food. “This smells great, Callie. Thank you.”
“Of course, any time. Aliyah is going to stop by later. And let me know what you want from the store; I’m stopping after work today.”
“Okay, have a good day.”
“Thanks, Kel.” Callie murmurs as she ducks down to kiss her wife’s forehead. “Call me or Mav if you need something, okay? He’ll take care of it if I’m in the air. I’ll see you tonight.”
Callie forces herself to leave, only looking back once to see Kelly digging into the oatmeal. Her heart softening at the sight of the dog by her feet and the cat curled up on her lap, wishing she didn’t have to go to work.
Maybe I’ll finally get to ask her out for real after we get divorced.
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Dying laughter
Macgyver 2016 ✨ Jack Dalton x Angus Macgyver ✨ mature, 18+ ✨ wc: 1.2k ish
Tags: vampires au, main character death (kinda? Technically not, but sssh), vampire hunter, blood, lying, angst no happy ending. Open ended. Lmk if more needs to be tagged. Listen I’m just freestyling what vampires are, let me have this silly lil one shot.
MDNI. Not here, not with my blog. I’ll block you. MDNI.
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When Murdoc had said the words out loud, he had apparently been able to read the confusion on Jack’s face; his grin growing even wider than before, one of his usual manic laughs overtaking him. He had been laughing delightfully at others’ misery as usual.
“Oh - oh, you don’t know?” He had asked, “oh Angus, you haven’t told him? You didn’t tell him?”
It had been a mixture of taunting and delight, laughter following as Murdoc seemingly lived out one of his dreams - much to Jack's confusion. Even worse, Mac had looked pale, afraid… ashamed.
Jack hadn’t been able to speak then, unable to let questions and demands of answers drip from his tongue. Confusion, betrayal, distrust overwhelmed his veins as Murdoc enjoyed his moment, the young man with the dirty blonde hair quiet.
Now, as Jack stood over him, the gun in his hand, everything he could remember was told by his father; it was a matter of duty, to everyone else - to the human race.
Jack had taken so many lives in the years he had lived. Grown up with his father’s honor to continue and defend; made a name for himself, as a soldier, a hunter, an agent. He had blood that would stain his hands, no, stain his life, until he stepped into the afterlife.
If he hadn’t done as expected, as instructed, as he should - what would have happened then?
No, though blood stained him, human, vampire, demon blood alike, it was still his duty.
His father wouldn’t even have hesitated. He would have shot the man beneath him with the silver bullets in his gun. It was currently aimed, safety off; it was merely a question of pulling the trigger, helping the human race.
It was what he had been taught to do, ever since being a child. The moment he could hold a gun, his father had made sure he knew how to shoot it. How to hit, how to kill those that weren’t human beings, merely imitating. In order to stop them from taking over.
“Jack,” Mac whispered, voice shaking, “please don’t.”
Jack had to do it. He had to, not only for everyone else but for himself. To reclaim his honor, to prove he wasn’t blind.
Murdoc’s laughter was wet, coughs in between them now and again. He was on the floor, a couple of steps from them, blood seeping from the gunshots that Jack had blessed his body with.
“Tell me it’s not true, Mac,” Jack’s voice was shaking slightly, “tell me it’s not true.”
Mac was beneath him, still in the chair that Murdoc had chained him to, which was now tipped back over, looking up at Jack with those big blue eyes. Just as beautiful as the day Jack met him.
“Jack,” he answered, voice still nothing but a whisper, “please don’t do this.”
“Tell me you’re not one of them!” His voice was bordering on yelling now, his tone demanding. Desperate to be sure that no, it was all a lie; that Murdoc had lied, that the one who Jack had been in love with for the last 6 years of his life, wasn’t a vampire.
As if the teeth which Murdoc had forced him to unsheath shouldn’t have been proof. They were filed down, no more dangerous than Jack’s own, but Mac shouldn’t have retractable teeth. Sharp or not.
It was like his mind was a wild ocean, during a storm; ruining every memory on its way, breaking every ounce of trust that Jack had laid in his friend. Falling in love with Angus Macgyver had been such a simple feat. It had been like a seed, planted inside him, growing with the years, slowly, oh so slowly getting ready to bloom. All those times Mac had stepped back, that he had shied away and declined him - had it been because of this? Was the love not a flower, but a mere weed?
Was he not human?
Murdoc laughed again, bleeding out, yet having the time of his life. Mac’s nostrils barely moved, as if to attempt to block out the scent.
“A carrier!” Murdoc screamed in absolute delight, “you’ve fallen in love with a carrier!”
A carrier.
Nothing was like Jack had been told it was his entire life. Vampires weren’t supposed to be like this, weren't supposed to be like Mac - they… weren’t supposed to be human. Yet here Mac was, beneath him, just like he had been the last many years. Human-like.
Perfect.
“Mac,” his own voice was shaking more than before and he hated how he felt tears form in his eyes, “tell me it’s not true. Tell me.”
Mac was silent beneath him. Staring up at him with a sad, pleading expression- unable to lie.
Jack had to kill him. His father would be ashamed if he didn’t, it was his duty as a hunter. Killing a carrier, would mean that a vampire - a monster - that Mac - that… he wouldn’t be able to carry a full blood vampire child. Making sure the vampire kind would survive, even if they had no humans around to drink from.
He had to.
“TELL ME!”
Murdoc laughter was weaker now. More wet.
There were tears collecting in those pretty eyelashes of his. He looked up at Jack, so vulnerable, no anger from being found out. Merely sadness - but from what? From being found out? From knowing he had to die now? From being forced to tell the truth? Did Mac even fear death? Did he fear the truth more than the afterlife?
He wanted Mac to tell him it wasn’t real - that it was another lie of Murdoc, that it was a ploy. To make them unsure, to separate and kill them. But Murdoc was bleeding out, laughing as he went.
“It’s true.” Mac’s bottom lip shook after the whisper and tears rolled down into his hair that was splayed around his head on the floor, like a blonde halo. As if he was an angel, an immortal being created by god. Not this.
Jack’s hand was shaking.
“I’m sorry, Jack,” he continued, “I wanted to tell you.”
Another, small, dying laughter from Murdoc.
“Why didn’t you?” He found himself asking something he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He wanted to scream at Mac that it wasn’t fair, that he had loved him for so many years - that he wasn’t supposed to be here, beneath him, admitting to be a vampire. Then Jack could have shot him earlier, before he became enthralled with him. With his personality, his mind, his hands, his eyes - with how he would know everything yet be so clueless about others.
Why hadn’t Mac told him, so that Jack wouldn’t be here, the declaration of love dying in his mind, watching the man beneath him?
“Every time I wanted to,” Mac was still shaking a little, “I felt greedy, egotistical- I … I wanted you to love me, just a little more.”
He wasn’t human, Jack tried to remind himself, he was never human. He steadied his hand with the gun a little. He wasn’t human, merely taking the shell of one. Vile creatures, he was always told, unable to love or care about anyone.
“I just wanted another minute with you,” Mac continued, “just to love you another minute - wanted to hear your laughter one more time.”
Not shooting Mac would make him weak, it would be against everything he had grown up with. It would be against the laws of the hunters, against what the government wanted - it would be against everything that he did for human beings.
He was not human. Even if being together with Mac had been the only thing getting Jack through life for years. Even if Mac sometimes felt more human than Jack himself did.
“You’re not human.” He wasn’t sure if he said it to Mac or to himself.
Did it even matter?
His grip on the gun tightened.
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Tagged by the lovely @mariahwritesstuff here, @writernopal here, and @tisiphonewolfe here, @void-botanist here - thank you all💜
Gently passing the tag to: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @vollzz @rbbess110 @flock-from-the-void @pheita @i-can-even-burn-salad (feel free to ignore if you've done it already)
1. What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?
I don't write with the aim to teach a lesson. However, after figuring out the plot, I'll look back and see what message I can focus on. Usually, it's kindness, but I also hope to inspire people to find strength within themselves.
2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?
A lot of real world cultures and history. In the case of my main setting, the amount of research into the history and culture of Central and Eastern Europe in the 18th century (especially the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth) would probably be enough to write straight up historical fiction, buuuut I like the fantasy elements, and I don't enjoy writing non-queernormative societies. So here we are.
The second instalment, The Truth Teller, is again in a fantasy version of the Eastern Bloc, and I get a lot of inspiration from talking to people who've lived there in the second half of the 20th century.
Finally, The Fulcrum is an exercise in worldbuilding. It started with a question, what would happen if evolution took a different path, and the dominant sentient species was most closely resembling birds. Other than that, I use it as an excuse to explore other periods in history - primarily late-Bronze and Iron Age.
3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?
The goal is different every time. E.g. for Days of Dusk:
In Gifts of Fate, Lissan is the MC, and he wants to survive without hurting anyone (the demon possessing him makes it difficult). What I want to achieve with him is to inspire people to persevere.
In The Prince's Shadow Erya is trying to kill Lissan, while dealing with complicated grief. My goal is to inspire people to move on, without preaching forgiveness (the two main characters still hate each other at the end).
In Prodigal Children, Lissan, Erya, and Gullin are the three MCs who are told with absolute certainty that something terrible will happen and it will result in war. They each try to deal with it in a different way. Erya aims to minimise the damage. Gullin thinks he can't do anything about it, so he focuses on protecting his loved ones. Lissan refuses to accept that it will happen at all. My goal as the writer is to showcase that each of these responses has its merits and can't be condemned from the get go.
4. How many chapters is your story going to have?
I'm a pantser, so I can answer it only for completed drafts. Gifts of Fate currently has 49 chapters, averaging just over 2k words each - with the total being 109k.
5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
Everything I post on this blog is original. I don't plan to post the novel-length project online - I'm hoping to publish them traditionally. Some side WIPs may end up being posted here or on AO3 (the unnamed parody thingy that still needs a title), and my Silmarillion fanfiction can be found here (more to come).
6. When and why did you start writing?
I vaguely recall writing my first fantasy heroine self-insert story at the age of 11 or so, then Tolkien fanfiction when I was 15-18, then original fiction onwards. It started as an outlet to my creativity, but now it's to get some peace and quiet in my mind. If I don't put the stories down on paper, they keep buzzing in my head, being distracting.
7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?
Words of encouragement? Just do it. Imperfect doesn't mean bad. Don't let 'perfect' be the enemy of 'good'.
I follow a tonne of writeblrs, so here are a handful of shoutouts: @acertainmoshke @writernopal @tabswrites @toribookworm22 @winterandwords @aether-wasteland-s
Blank questions below:
What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?
How many chapters is your story going to have?
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
When and why did you start writing?
Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?
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Last update: October 31st 10:20 AM
The link to mah DeviantArt account :>
✨ Currently in me inbox: 3️⃣
Requests: ✅ I currently FINALLY have fall break! :D But if there is too much imma have to close the button. :<
QnA: ✅ you can ask anything (except for anything nsfw-) it's fine (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Current hyperfixation: Friday Night Funkin
Time zone: GMT +5
Others: analog /
Ok just start with the basics-:
- Name: H (nickname: Starfade)
- Age: this is an ageless minor blog!!
- birthday/birth date: September 30th 20##
- Nationality: Malaysia 🇲🇾<3
- Religion: Islam 🏳️🏴💖
- Sexuality: Straight / Acesexual (I haven't figure out yet but keep it halal)
- ambivert (leaning introvert)
- ABSOLUTELY SHY-
I am a minor here so any no-no things popping up here or anywhere, I get ✨traumatized✨.
Usually all my art is in DeviantArt, crazy but seriously everything in it is sfw.
Also- I am born as a Malaysian but English is my first language- so Malay basically is not even my main language- atleast I barely passed my Malay classes-
Here are the things I luv <3 :
- Tickling (sfw)
- Art
- manga/comics
- Memes
- Islam (Muslim)
- Lore / horror games (I eat lore :>)
- Gacha (all lunime games tbh-)
I really hate >:(
- NSFW
- Islamaphobic
- Racism
- Kink
- transphobic
- Haters
- copyrighters
- Israel supporters
- back biters / gossipers ( especially if it is onto me)
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DNI LIST!!:
(this should be easy to follow, it is not that hard, don't make me add more to the list, I really hate adding many boundaries)
- NSFW blogs (even if there is mostly sfw, it still contains NSFW, that includes people that tag tickles as fetishes or kinks, belly growling, inflammation thingy ig?, vore, etc)
- blogs with DNI ageless blogs (ahem read my age again)
- Islamophobic (do I need to explain?)
Thin Ice:
- 18+ blogs (I have a friend that is now a young adult which makes this an exception. I will allow 18+ to interact or follow me but I do not want y'all to be weird around me. My friends on the other hand can talk about tickles with me as long as it is not over my boundaries)
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ALL the fandoms I am in/have been-:
(the order does not matter- I am too lazy to reorganize every fandom based on when I started to hyperfixate-) (• ▽ •;)
(the ones that I crossed out I want to leave or I already left the community)
- solarballs
- mrspherical
- human buddy
- fundamental paper education
- hazbin hotel
- Mr men show/ Mr men and little miss
- The Mandela Catalogue
- baldi's basics
- countryballs/countryhumans
- scp foundation
- man in the suit
- happy child (how do I freaking love it-)
- the BEST mom
- the boiled one phenomenon
- the Oddity Compendium
- doctor nowhere (all of his work impresses me the most-)
- omori
- wonderend
- bad parenting
- backrooms
- inanimate insanity
- battle for dream island / battle for BFDI / BFDIA / TPOT (object show)
- Friday night Funkin
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Things that I am willing to take as a tickle request (SFW ONLY!):
- Your ocs
- fandom personas (prefer the ones I already know)
- fandom tickle [headcannons] (no proshippers or whatever similar)
The scenarios that I will not do:
- tickle torture
- tickling with s3xual intentions in it (that includes adult tickling a minor/child)
- tickle till they faint
- exposed bodies (again with the second point)
Rules when requesting: (there is not that much nor that strict at all)
- make the request now (I sometimes get this and I get really pressured to finish it.)
- drawing too many ocs (maximum 5 characters, but it depends on the details too)
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Tags meanings:
#starfaderambling = me yapping (common)
#starfade's reblogii ★ = reblogs (uncommon)
#starfade poll = my poll (rare)
#starfade's vent??? = might be a vent but also not
#starfade's vent... = ... a vent (when I make a vent post, I am going to let it be there for a few days before deleting it for the sake of making the blog positive)
#starlee?? = might be in a lee mood
#starlee = LEE MOOD BRRRRR-
#starler? = might be in a ler mood
#starler = Ler mood OFC-
#starfade pos vent <3★ = positive vent <3
#starlore★ = in the second syllable (keep in the lookout for this >:])
#stanaloglore★ = not the official name of the lore for my analog horror children- :<
#sfw interaction only#safe space#starfaderambling#sfw#sfw tickle blog#sfw tickle community#starfade's reblogii ★#starfade poll#starfade's vent???#starfade's vent...#starler?#starler#starlee??#starlee#starlore★
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Hi! First I want to say that I love reading your blog/reviews, you always help me find something new to read. I was wondering if you can recommend me some books with a specific trope I usually enjoy and been craving to read lately. I don't know if you've read ''Just Imagine'' by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, but I really loved how the heroine was poor in the beginning and was kind of unrefined and an ''ugly swan'', but then grew up to be elegant and beautiful and smarter. Any similar recs?
Oh, thank you so much! That is extremely flattering. I try my best!
First off, if you haven't watched Sabrina (both the one with Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn AND the one with Harrison Ford and Julia Ormond, if I'm being real) you absolutely should, because those movies are EXACTLY that and pure romances. Heroine is the shy butler/driver guy's daughter who of course is not noticed despite being played both times by stunners, and she's in love with this cold, grumpy tycoon's playboy younger brother. She forlornly goes to Paris for a while and returns super chic and sophisticated. She immediately catches the attention of the guy she believes she's in love with, but he's engaged to this woman and his marriage would be strategically important for the company, so the older brother decides to distract Sabrina from him... and of course... falls in love for real.
When the Duke was Wicked by Lorraine Heath might hit for this! The main reason why the hero didn't notice the heroine is that she's a good bit younger than him (nine years) buuuut she was infatuated with him from a young age. Her father is a duke and her mother is formerly lower class, and she was brought up around a gambling hell, so she was seen as like... kind of a semi-tomboy card shark who spent a lot of time with her brothers. She asks the hero to help her find a good husband, and he's immediately like "well shit, she sure has grown up... a lot hotter". An all time favorite of mine--so romantic and passionate.
I hate to recommend this, because I don't... dislike it, but I have a lot of issues with it. But you might want to check out Romancing Mr. Bridgerton by Julia Quinn. Penelope is seen as gauche, largely due to her mother, but begins getting noticed (mostly by Colin) later. A thing I do dislike about this is that like... a part of this is that she lost weight. Lol, I often describe When the Duke Was Wicked as "Romancing Mr. Bridgerton if it didn't suck" so idk, proceed with caution.
Ever Yours, Annabelle by Elisa Braden. Heroine was this a tomboyish type who followed her brother and his best friend around, totally infatuated with the best friend. Then tragedy strikes and they're separated for yeeears. She and the hero meet up again, and he's like "oh. She's DIFFERENT".
I JUST finished Goddess of the Hunt by Tessa Dare, and it's so good. The heroine's parents died when she was young, and she was basically raised by her older brother, who's like, not super responsible and a really hands-off guardian. So she always tagged along with him and his friends and become this hellion known for riding horseback and running around barefoot and being a total tomboy. When her brother's rake friend is about to get engaged, she goes to his other friend and asks for his help in breaking up the relationship, because she's in love with the rake. Supposedly. The friend she asks for help is super exasperated, but begins realizing... Oh damn...... she's like.... super alluring now. It's very hilarious, because she still is super rebellious. She's not very elegant, but she is everything else.
Olivia and the Masked Duke by Grace Callaway may give this to you. The heroine is kind of a childish hoyden type, and the hero is a good bit (11-12 years) older than her and is a widower. When she's like, 18-20 she catches him..... disciplining.... a woman... very consensually. And she becomes determined to have him. Of course, she is all grown up now, so he finds it more difficult that expected to have him.
A Rogue by Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. The heroine was this kind of wildish girl, who was best friend with the neighbor boy until he disappeared after losing everything while gambling. Years later, he finds her again and she's now this like... spinster, but elegant and very respected. He forces her to marry him for Plot Reasons and they kind of need to reconcile with their feelings. Bonus: this Penelope is plump and stays plump, and Bourne cannot get enough of her. One of those "they have sex and he lays there and has an existential crisis" books.
The Kiss Curse by Erin Sterling has elements of this! The hero and heroine first meet briefly when they're in college, and he's from this locally famous family and is sort of refined, whereas she has purple hair and is kind of a mess. They don't see each other again for about ten years, during which she becomes this very flirty, admired girl in town (if a bit of a wildchild). Not very elegant, but like--he doesn't even remember her as she was lol.
Some of these aren't exact matches, but I do recommend checking them out because they may hit the vibe!
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