#That last tag is for my blog index

[peachsayshi]

by your side. 

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ gojo x female reader ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 

summary: gojo returns home after an exhausting two month trip away from you. 

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

notes: I’m so h*rny for this man & that tight black tee of his this is my contribution to celebrate satoru gojo and satoru gojo only <3  you can find my other yan gojo posts: here & here. 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; lovesick/obsessed/needy gojo; sleepy satoru; oral (f receiving); edging; dub con (ish?); pussy drunk satoru 👀; size kink; dacryphilia 

“Missed you,” Satoru exhales with a strained voice, his long fingers unfastening the knot around your waist, similarly to how you removed the white ribbon of the present he gifted you earlier this evening. 

The elder jujutsu sorcerers frustrated him with too many problems during his isolation period away from you, binding him with the shackles of responsibilities that he never asked for.

Exchanging phone calls, text messages and videos with you wasn’t enough enough to fill the empty void in his heart. Only now, as he smooths down the silk fabric of your robe, does Satoru understand how terribly deprived he’s been. 

How did he survive these last two months without you?

“I missed you so much, my sweet girl”

His words are laced with anguish and his pupils dilate at your soft skin peeking out from under your attire. He pulls the material away from you, watching carefully as it ripples off your body like water. 

Around your neck is the present that he bought for you; a string of white gold links draping down your clavicle with a heart shaped pendant resting just above your chest. He nips at his bottom lip, considering the idea of adorning you in even more jewelry. 

Two sparkling studs for your ears, maybe...a charm bracelet to compliment a pretty anklet... a band that would look complete around your ring finger...

The image makes his dick twitch.

You’re looking up at him from underneath your lashes, shying away from his intense gaze and drifting down to his muscular torso looking snug in his black fitted tee. All of a sudden your bed feels much smaller with him there, and a tingle ascends up your spine when he curves his strong arm behind your waist. The force of his weight pushes you down onto the soft pillows behind you. His limbs taking up most of the mattress, leaving you pinned underneath the expanse of his chest. 

You’ve forgotten how quickly he makes your heart race.  You’re still adjusting to this - getting used to the status of being his girl.

He tenderly touches his forehead to yours, a reminder of why the claim shouldn’t make you feel like a frightened kitten trapped in a wolf’s den.

Those words are pure devotion now, an affirmation of his love towards you. There are many who dream about basking in its abundance, and here you are greedily indulging for free.

Being loved by him is an honor that you have been pleasantly awarded.

You tilt your chin up to brush your mouth over his, initiating the first kiss with a chaste peck against his pink lips before leaning back to look into the depths of his blue eyes. 

He’s exhausted, you can tell, the bright color of his irises are muted and his mouth is twisting downward in a subtle frown. You know for a fact that he carries many burdens as the head of his clan and the strongest sorcerer, but what’s unsettling you is the sullen expression overwhelming his handsome face since his arrival. 

“I thought you would be happy to see me,” you state quite matter of factly, swiping your thumb over the blush blooming underneath his pale skin. 

Satoru leans into your touch, resting his cheek comfortably in the palm of your hand, and you can’t help but think how angelic he looks this way.

“I am, it’s just...I really, really hated being away from you,” he confesses through gritted teeth. 

You brush off the spark of nerves reacting to the visible sickness on his face, and trail your index finger down the bridge of his nose. “You’re home now,” you coo as you circle your arms around his neck, “I’m happy that you’re back.” 

His shoulders relax almost immediately, and he buries his relieved smile in the crook of your neck.  “Yeah?” he mumbles into your skin. “That’s nice to hear.” 

The sensation feels ticklish, but your giggle is quickly replaced by quiet pants as Satoru leaves a trail of kisses down your torso. His large palms find the back of your knees, and he lowers himself while spreading you apart so he can comfortably rest between your legs. The hand on your left leg curls around your ankle and he adjusts your position by bending your knee at a perfect angle. Meanwhile, his other hand lifts up your right leg, exposing the back of your thigh which he litters with tiny kisses and gentle nibbles.

“You don’t know...” he mumbles, “you don’t know how hard it is for me being away from you, it’s...” he interrupts once more, smooching your plush skin, “it’s unbearable...” 

His feathery admission gives you no comfort. Worry twists around your belly, caught between the grips of fright and excitement. A part of you refuses to believe that he is truly helpless without you around. However, it’s battling with your ego that’s showering with pride over the fact that this man would bend at your every will. 

Satoru presses his nose up against your clothed cunt to inhale your scent. The tension on his face dissipates, but his grip around your ankle tightens as he kisses you over the white cotton fabric. 

“M’here, Toru...” you soothe, threading your fingers through the frosty strands framing his facing, and pushing back his hair. “Here just for you” 

He releases an exaggerated sigh, “I feel so much better when we are together...” he admits, pressing his index finger up against the outline of your slit and rubbing over the damp patch that he formed with his tongue, “...when we are close like this.” 

You don't believe he’s lying. As a matter of fact, Satoru is honest to a fault when expressing his feelings about you.

You think it’s detrimental for a person to be this dependent, but your mind always finds a reason to rationalize his perspective.

Maybe it’s because you love him…or maybe it’s because he’s successfully bulldozed his way into your life that he now occupies every territory, making it impossible for you to turn anywhere catching a glimpse of his shadow.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

You don’t want to dissect these unsettling ideas, afraid of what your mind would reveal to you in the process.

Instead, you allow yourself to relax as your lover pulls aside your underwear to expose your pussy. He lightly rubs his thumb over your ankle, keeping you in place for him before placing a sweet kiss on your clit. You slowly massage his scalp as a gesture of encouragement, and whimper quietly when he flicks the tip of his tongue along the nub. 

Your right leg lazily falls over his broad shoulder when he releases his hold, your eyelids growing heavy feeling the stroke of his velvety tongue drag down.

Satoru eats you out for his own pleasure, and the man is starved having not tasted you for months.

He keeps you in this position long enough for you to feel like the room is spinning. You’re lightheaded, delirious, with the way he softly and slowly devours your cunt and slurps your arousal. The sound of tender smacks and his deep humming moans echo around you, and your hips buck against his mouth from how sensual he sounds.  

The brewing heat numbs you from the top of the head down to the tips of your toes, it’s burning so low that you’re desperate to prod the embers just to stir the flame. You lick your lip feverishly, tasting the saltiness of sweat and jab your heel into his back, but the pressure feels like nothing to him. 

Satoru doesn’t waver or pick up the pace because he’s savoring you down to the very last drop, and he looks so content with your slick dribbling down his chin. He goes deeper, pushing his tongue further inside you as he compresses his nose into your clit. The added pressure makes you choke out a pathetic whine, provoking your exasperation and your thighs start to quiver uncontrollably. 

You’re relying on your movements, grinding your hips out of desperation in the hopes to finally snap the rubber band of your pleasure that’s being stretched to its limit. 

“mmph...t-toru?...” you mewl as tears prick your lovely eyes. “toru?” 

“Hmm?” a deep voice replies, and Satoru slowly wriggles his nose as he continues to lazily fuck you with his tongue. 

“Satoru, I-...ah!” you yelp, finally grabbing his attention as you roughly yank his hair. 

He groans with annoyance, but slows down his movements. To your dismay, he doesn’t completely pull away and instead returns back to your sensitive clit. He languidly rolls his tongue over it, licking and sucking the overstimulated bud that the tears start to fall. 

“I can’t take this...I can’t take this...”  you sniffle, easing your hold as you try to push his head away. “need to cum, wanna cum so bad...” 

Only then does he look up from the mess between your legs, strings of your slick catch onto his chin and you contemplate how unjust it is that he looks this beautiful, contemplate how unfair it is that you are meant to temper your sinful thoughts around a man who is Adonis incarnate. 

His hazy eyes blink away his dream like trance, and you can see his senses returning back to the present. He arches his brow with slight amusement at your flustered expression but maintains an innocent tone when he replying.

“I got a little carried away...” he states before placing an apologetic kiss on your lower tummy. “Not enough for you, huh?” 

You pout slightly and shake your head no, attempting to lift yourself up on your forearms despite your shoulders trembling from how frail your body feels tipping so close to the edge.

Satoru envelopes you in the protection of his embrace. He kisses you deeply, and you can taste yourself on his tongue and over his lips. He molds into your frame and your body lights up with sparks feeling how stiff  the length of his hard cock feels as he delicately ruts his hips over yours. 

You moan with every calculative thrust, spread your legs wide enough to feel his impressive bulge rub against you.

God, it makes you want to ride him senseless.

You’re yearning to have him inside you.

He pulls away from the sloppy, wet kiss then eases the grind of his hips as he pecks your cheek and jawline. He wriggles down, stopping to suckle on the tips of your pointed nipples and your heart stops when you realize that he still has no intention of making you cum yet.

“Toru, please...” you beg when he returns to his previous position, a gasp following your plea as he buries two fingers inside you. 

“I’m feeling much better, baby, I love you s’much...” he reassures, a wicked grin tickling the corners of his mouth as he steadily drags his digits back and forth, “I promise I’ll fill you right up…just need to make up for some lost time, kay?” 

The blood drains from your face, and you realize that you’re completely at his mercy.

“s’good to me, so perfect ‘n pretty...” he praises into your glistening cunt, but you’re too enraptured by the sensation of his tongue stroking your folds to notice the way his eyes darken as he looks at you.

If you did, then you would remember the danger of nuzzling up with a wolf whose bite would bleed you dry. 

[mesetacadre]

they killed me for posting too good

hello, i'm former iberiancadre. my previous blog was terminated for "harassment" via a manual report. i honestly don't have any idea what prompted it since for the last month I'd pretty much stopped arguing with people and screenshotting them, save a few posts that never got more than a few reblogs so i highly doubt it was that. please help me find my comrades by reblogging this!

anyhow, they haven't replied to my appeal with anything useful. i've taken the time to create this blog which will hopefully be a little bit better organized, i'll try to do consistent tagging too, and eventually create an index of posts i like. also, this blog has an actual custom theme! it isn't anything special but i like how it turned out ^^

[angelwishess]

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୨୧┊ About me !

୨୧ ꒰ Angel; 15; She/Her ꒱ ୨୧ ⺀

୨୧ Oc x Canon ; Art , occasional fics & lots

of yapping ! — Don’t feel shy to interact ! 𖥔

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masterlists :

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୨୧ — Floyra List — Eventsྀི ୨୧

୨୧ ONGOING EVENT(S):

ྀི Fairytale Soiree (100+ follower milestone) ୨୧

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୨୧ ꒰ More about me . . . ྀ⁺ ⺀

╰┈➤ Hi hi !! I’m Angel! I’m 15 years old, and i’m Filipino!! Though, I’m not that good at Tagalog 😭 I’m Demiromantic and Asexual !!

My timezone is GMT+4, and I come home late after school a lot, so from monday-thursday, I might be more inactive.

Please don’t feel shy to interact! I love LOVE interacting with people , and my inbox is open to anyone !!! So please don’t feel intimidated, I’m happy to talk to you about OCs, canon characters, or anything. ♡

Just so you know, this is an Oc x Canon account ! I’ll mostly post about my TWST Ocs and their ships, my main one being Floyra (Floyd x Kyra!). So, if you aren’t into that, thats completely fine! We all have our own opinions, and I completely understand. But please, stay kind and respectful and don’t use it as an excuse to attack me or any of my mutuals !

This isn’t a very serious blog, just somewhere I can ramble about my interests , dump art and interact :3

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╰┈➤ Mairimashita! Iruma Kun!

╰┈➤ Obey me! Shall We Date?

╰┈➤ Pokemon !!!

╰┈➤ Epic: The Musical

╰┈➤ Mythology in general

╰┈➤ Journey To The West

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🎀! reblog — Literally just my reblogs or talking to my mooties , feel free to mute this !

🎀! doodles — Lazy drawings of silly scenarios that come to mind , not anything serious teehee !

🎀! art — Art that I put a little more effort into, usually comics or skits :3

🎀! fic — My writing ! I only really write about my Oc x Canon ships, and I don’t take requests.

🎀! yap — Literally me just yapping … rambling … lollygagging … Sometimes not even about TWST, mainly just me getting my thoughts out of my head but it varies on what i talk about lol

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Last updated: November 16, 2024. — Angel ໒꒱

[olderthannetfic]

since OTNF has a book and I assume some percentage of readers also are publishing original queer stories I wanted to ask people how do you market them practically?

My thing is that I already have a revised draft (for context it's a simple M/M contemporary romance). I didn't hire an editor to look through it but I'm considering it too. Getting the cover and things like that are also on to do list but the thing that keeps getting my skin to crawl is the "start a tiktok page and use ao3 tags to market your queer book" part that everyone keeps saying.

I assume because it works for them but I don't think I'm built for tiktok and being there as an author.

Now I know this sounds like a cop out. That I'm just complaining (maybe I am) and the reality of the matter is that I have to start doing something in that department given I have no social media presence at all (not on my personal accounts, and I don't wanna tie this down to my fandom accounts).

And every time I open advice youtube channels or blog posts it's all the same. Post on social media 10 times and week. Market yourself without actually marketing yourself. Be consistent etc etc.

I guess I wanna know how other people are doing it? Or do you have resources that help with this? Are there resources that help with this? That are not just parroting the same 5 advices and in the end try to sell you a marketing course?

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I haven't tried advertising on tiktok. I don't know how much things have changed in the last few years, but it used to be that a lot of the paying customer base was older and hanging out in Facebook groups for "m/m romance".

I've been too busy in my personal life and with trying to get a few books under my belt to even really try to advertise. When I do (probably when I finally get this next book out), I don't think tiktok would be my choice.

One thing I'm more invested in is building a BL index so we can get away from amazon and especially from paying amazon to advertise. I think that kind of thing (not ratings, not reviews) is the future for us, both as writers and readers.

[will80sbyers]

STRANGER THINGS 5 PRODUCTION MASTERPOST / part 008

GO TO THE INDEX (post with all the links to each part)

December 16 / 2024

Amybeth the actress for Vickie posted her wrap post after finishing filming

New pictures of locations they filmed in the last days, spoilers for the Epilogue!

December 17 / 2024

Spoilers for Lucas and Max in the epilogue

It's the last day of filming!! The Instagram channel posted this video of the vines inside the radio station (?)

STRANGER THINGS HAS OFFICIALLY FINISHED FILMING!!

December 20 / 2024

NEW BTS PICTURES -> Joyce, Will, Mike and Lucas inside the radio station set + Jonathan, Nancy and Steve near a car outside of that same set + Dustin in the UD lab + El in a military facility (?) + Erica at the Turnbows house having dinner with them + Robin and Murray driving the truck + Joyce and Karen at the Wheelers house + Hopper, El and Joyce training El's powers (?) + Steve, Robin, Mike and Jonathan in a scene somewhere!

Wrap post from Karen's actress

Wrap post from Mike's actor

Wrap post from Will's actor

Wrap post from Ross Duffer

Wrap post from Eleven's actress

Details about Karen in the last posts: 1 / 2

Spoilers from the Epilogue of the show

December 21 / 2024

Wrap post from Max's actress

to be continued...

Last update from me : 21 of December - if you don't find something, I have probably not updated the post, but you should find it in the " st5 production " tag in my blog!!

For my personal speculation about stuff you can search St5 speculation ( warning ⚠️ there's lots of byler lmao)

GO BACK TO -> 001 / 007

INDEX

[chvoswxtch]

on the fourth day of slutmas, court gave to me...

roleplay with dinah madani

“You know, lying to a federal agent is a serious offense. The punishment is…severe.”

A sharp gasp left your lips as Dinah pushed the vibrating toy harder against your clit, increasing both the pressure and the buzzing speed simultaneously. You tugged at the handcuffs that were binding your hands to the interrogation table, the action making the chains rattle. Dinah looked at you with a wicked smirk as she watched you squeeze your eyes shut and sink your top teeth down into your bottom lip, squirming in the chair.

“This is…coercion…Agent Madani.”

Dinah nuzzled your neck as she stood behind you, teasingly gliding the toy around your throbbing clit, close enough for you to be aware of the vibrations, but not close enough for stimulation. 

“Mm, but it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Letting your head fall back against her plush chest, you let out a shudder as she started to leave hot open mouthed kisses along your neck. The string of saliva that snapped between her lips and your sensitive skin made you shiver as it landed on your heated flesh, feeling like a freezing drop of rain. This little game was your idea. You wanted to see how long you could last in an interrogation room with your girlfriend. But she wasn’t playing fair.

“I’m not taking the deal.”

You grit out through clenched teeth, your hips jerking forward as she shallowly slipped an inch of the toy into your needy cunt. You embedded your nails into your palms, letting out a frustrated moan as she thrust the buzzing toy shallowly, intentionally driving you insane.

“But if you cooperate now, I’ll go easy on you.”

Dinah’s other hand snaked around your shoulders, popping three buttons on your blouse to slip her hand inside, grabbing a handful of your breast through your bra and squeezing. She tugged the cup down, and your supple flesh spilled out to her greedy fingers that were already rolling your hardened nipple between her thumb and index finger. At the exact same time, she pushed the entire toy inside you without warning, and a surprised moan echoed in the small room as you arched your back, offering more of your chest to her delectable assault.

“Fuck-”

“Come on, baby. Just admit you’re guilty, take the deal, and I won’t even punish you. I’ll reward you for good behavior.”

Dinah’s sultry voice dripped into your ear like warm honey. She emphasized her words by matching the rhythm of fucking you with the toy with her cadence. When you didn’t answer right away, she slipped the toy out, making you whimper in frustration. Her brown eyes lit up seeing the toy glistening in your wetness under the harsh light, and she brushed her lips against your temple as she brought it to your chest, teasing your nipple with the vibrations, making you cry out in need.

“Last chance.”

“Okay okay okay. You win. Fuck just…please, D.”

Dinah’s lips spread into a wolfish grin when you finally betrayed your own stubborn pride and gave in.

“Good girl.”

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12 days of slutmas masterlist / naughty list sign up

[90s-suplex]

Hiii I just wanted to say I really loveeee your little blog since I'm deep in the trenches for stone cold Steve Austin lmao (down bad)

it's literally so sad to hardly come across good stories about him (involving a reader) so I decided to hit you up and shoot my shot Abt requesting a little story where he's still in his attitude era but is also quite comforting and actively being caring through either his words or actions towards the reader. I'm never opposed to a little smut but if you don't want to for any reason then I don't mind it being left out.

Ofc if you're unable to or unwilling to write something like this then I completely get it and respect you for it. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

I also wanna apologize if I did this wrong since this is the first time I'm kinda interacting and actively being busy on Tumblr so it takes some getting used to haha

AN: based on this Steve Austin & Michael Cole segment because it lives in my mind rent free, I‘m sorry 🤐 (in case the hyperlink doesn‘t work, just search up ‚Stone Cold attacks Michael Cole‘ on youtube lmao)

I‘m not sure if you could classify this as ’actively taking care of reader’, I promise I tried writing something comforting & fluffy at first but since Austin is a smug lil‘ bastard this took a detour :3 I‘m sleepdeprived, so I hope this makes any sense lmao !

reader is genderneutral and not a wrestler :)

Summary: After witnessing Stone Cold Steve Austin‘s gradual decent into paranoia, you decide to talk some sense into him.

Tw: implied sexual references, mentions of wrestling typical violence

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“We're backstage with former hardcore champion Kurt Angle. Kurt, thank you for joining us for this quick interview," greeted Michael Cole the moment you turned on the TV.

A couple of minutes ago, Stone Cold and you had arrived at the arena. Being one of the top draws of the company, Austin had the luxury of a private dressing room and tonight you had decided to join him there instead of waiting for him at the hotel. 

Since he wasn’t scheduled to appear on TV until later parts of the show on this particular day, the two of you showed up when TV tapings were already well underway. After dropping off your belongings, you sank on the couch and switched on the TV to find out what had happened so far, while Austin went into the bathroom to get ready.

“Last Monday Night on Raw is War, the hardcore championship was on the line in your match against RVD. Stone Cold Steve Austin interfered and cost you the title when he tossed you down from the stage onto the concrete floor 10 feet below.“

Kurt pressed his lips together into a tight line as he listened to Michael Cole rehash last Monday night‘s events.

“Tonight you will team with Chris Jericho to take on RVD and Stone Cold Steve Austin,“ Cole continued. 

“How do you feel going up against a man like Austin, who has total disregard for your physical well-being?" Michael Cole implored, leaning closer.

“How do I feel?“ Kurt answered after snapping his head back, “I feel the same way about my tag team match tonight against Austin as I will at Unforgiven." 

The camera slowly zoomed in on Kurt. There was a film of sweat covering his face. He shifted his attention away from Cole, now pointing his index finger directly at the camera before he spoke again. 

"I feel like kicking Austin's ass. And after kicking his ass, I am gonna take his title. I will walk out Unforgiven as the new WWF champion." 

You looked over your shoulder. Said championship belt laid on the opposite end of the couch. You leaned over, grabbed it and took a good look at it.

"What?" a muffled voice came from behind you.

Oh, this will be interesting, you thought to yourself and placed the belt on your lap. It rumbled briefly before Austin opened the bathroom door and stepped out. 

"What did that sumbitch just say?" he asked you with his head cocked to the side. Austin had just finished changing into his black ring trunks, holding his shirt and jeans in his hand. 

You reached for the TV remote on the desk before you and turned up the volume.

"Kurt wants to kick your ass. He said he's gonna take your title too, while he's at it," you replied. 

Austin snorted in disapproval. He tossed his clothes onto a spare chair in the corner of the dressing room, shaking his head. "Good luck trying," he spat out.

With three quick strides, he stood next to you. "Can you believe the nerve of that guy? He's lucky this ain't a one-on-one match tonight."

He sank down onto the sofa. "Tonight he can hide behind his tag Team partner. But Kurt knows I can beat his ass any day of the week, and twice on Sunday.“ 

He paused for a moment and his eyes darkened, “Hell, I can beat both of their asses at the same time!“

You rolled your eyes. Over the last few months, Stone Cold had become increasingly more paranoid. Granted, he had always been quick-tempered and cocky. However, these tendencies had intensified drastically, reaching their peak the night he attacked Michael Cole on live TV, throwing ridiculous accusations at him and harassing him. 

The fast-paced life, countless hours on the road and injuries had worn him out, there was no denying that. He was on edge most of the time these days both on and off camera, always eager to start arguments with whoever crossed his path, though he never took his irritations out on you.

On the outside he was closed off, only allowing a handful of people to get to know him on a deeper level. You found it quite amusing how surprised other people would be to find out how he behaved behind closed doors when he craved your soft skin. Whenever you decided to join him on the road traveling from city to city, he’d always be thankful as you were his sweet little escape.

Regardless, you had grown tired of his mood swings and wanted to talk some sense into him. You felt bad for Cole. But knowing how stubborn and bull-headed Stone Cold was, you knew this could prove difficult. Especially since you weren’t part of this business. 

On the other hand, you weren‘t stupid - his abrasiveness was part of his appeal - both to the crowd and to you. You knew that and Austin did too. 

Your fingers drew mindless circles on the championship belt on your lap as the next match had just started on your backstage TV. 

“It‘s pretty, ain‘t it?“ he mused and pointed at the prized possession on your lap. His features had softened, revealing a slight smile.

You grazed over the ridges and nodded. 

“What‘s it made out of?“ you asked. Your reflection stared back at you from the squeaky clean golden surface. It couldn‘t be made out of real gold you figured - at least not entirely. Still, it had to be somewhat valuable.

When he didn‘t reply you looked back at him. He was scratching his beard.

“Ha! How .. ironic,“ you teased him drawing out your words. “You wanna whip Kurt‘s ass for trying to take your title but you don‘t even know if it‘s worth a dime?“

He exhaled, “Well, I don‘t know the specifics. They don‘t matter anyway.“

Austin moved closer to you and pointed at the nameplate on the belt. It displayed Stone Cold Steve Austin in capital letters. “You see? It’s more about the ideal value than the material one.“ 

“You do know I need my title back later, right?“ he snickered while playfully nudging your knee.

His hand stayed there and the two of you were silent for a few moments.

He spoke again, “Technically, it‘s not worth much. Some kind of cheap alloy.“

Aha. So it‘s worth nothing after all.

“But every time I go out to the ring, I bust my ass trying to make it look like the most prestigious thing in the world,“ Austin explained while he let his hand slowly trail up your inner thigh.

Your skin prickled under his touch. 

“And I‘d say I do a pretty good job at that,“ Austin squeezed your thigh lightly before he continued in a low tone, “What do ya think?“

He did. That‘s why you were curious about its actual worth in the first place. But you decided you’d rather mess with him a little bit.You returned his gaze. As he cocked his eyebrow awaiting your response, you simply shrugged half-heartedly.

“Kinda, I guess.“

Your answer earned you another chuckle from him. “Hard to impress, I see.“

With a final squeeze, he stood up to go fetch his training bag. You watched him leave to tape up his wrists in preparation for his upcoming match, but still felt his touch linger on you. As soon as his back was turned to you, you shifted on the couch and cleared your throat. Moments later, he returned to the couch along with his bag. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes as he pulled out his knee braces and put them on. 

You sank deeper into the couch. Suddenly you felt incredibly stupid. You were chewing at the inside of your mouth, pondering on how to tackle this topic.

“Have you ever thought about taking it down a few notches?“ you began and crossed your arms over your chest.

For a second, Austin seemed genuinely confused.

“Your attitude, I mean. You’ve become so irritable over the last months,“ you paused. “And paranoid. Lashing out at people, stirring shit up...“

Now he seemed to understand what you were trying to get at. 

After he finished adjusting his knee braces, he rubbed his face in a contemplative way. 

“Maybe you should take a break?“ you suggested.

He immediately dismissed the idea. “If I do that, I might as well call it quits. You heard it yourself, Kurt is itching to take my spot, as are all the other guys. You call it paranoid, I call it being prepared.“ 

Austin leaned back and put his arms on the back of the couch, “And I‘d rather be prepared than surprised and stabbed in the back.“

“Okay, I get that. But don‘t you think you‘ve taken it a bit too far lately?“

Images of Austin‘s unfair attack on Michael Cole on live TV a couple of weeks ago flashed before you. 

“Attacking staff? Really?“ you shot him a stern look. “Did you really have to stoop this low? You know Michael-“

You got interrupted by a big, hearty laugh from Austin.

“This is about Cole? You feel sorry for Cole?“ he chuckled.

You failed to recognize what was so funny about your remark.

“Don‘t worry, he can take it. Besides, he had it coming,“ he justified his actions. “He should know better than to run his mouth. He‘s been around long enough.“

When he noticed your dissatisfaction, he let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes. He was tired and he didn‘t want to start arguing with you. 

“But if it makes you feel any better, I can go talk to him.“ He didn‘t flat out say ‘apologize‘, but this was a good start. Better than nothing. 

Your face lit up and he regarded you with a certain spark in his eyes that you couldn‘t quite place.

Once again he inched closer towards you, “I don‘t get why you‘re getting worked up over this. As far as I am concerned, I‘ve always taken real good care of you. Ain‘t that right?“

He paid close attention to your reaction as he placed his hand on your thigh again. “Or would you say otherwise? I‘m open for critique.“

With his hand resting on your thigh, you knew what he was alluding to and you had to admit - he was right. He had always been more than … generous with his affection towards you. The heat between your legs returned and you cursed yourself for reacting that way right now.

“I saw you squirming earlier, “he added when you took too long to reply with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Great. And here you thought you were being discreet.

“This isn‘t about me, so don‘t try switching the topic.“ 

Austin raised his hand defensively, “Nobody‘s trying to switch the topic. I simply asked you a question. That‘s all.“

You exhaled through your nose and rolled your eyes with great exaggeration, making sure he saw it. “Yes, you‘re right,“ you disclosed in a flat tone.

„A bit more enthusiasm wouldn‘t hurt, you know. Should I be worried now?“

You stifled a laugh. You were supposed to be mad at him! 

„Feeling insecure now?“ you said and patted the back of his hand.

Mere seconds after those words left your lips Stone Cold grabbed your waist and sat you sideways on his lap.

You were briefly taken aback by the way he picked you up as if you weighed nothing and felt your cheeks heat up. He reached out to tuck one hair strand behind your ear. 

“Don‘t worry, I’m quite robust.“ 

You avoided his gaze. How long until he had to leave for his match? You turned your head to check out the time on the clock behind you. Immediately, he took advantage of you exposing your neck. Austin‘s lips brushed over the thin, sensitive skin on your neck and you held your breath. 

“But I’m curious now. Go on, tell me. How do I make you feel?“

He grinned against your skin as his hand found his way under your shirt, slowly wandering up your back. 

“Don‘t I make you feel good?“ he murmured before slightly biting at the nape of your neck, which had you biting back a moan. 

“Lost your tongue now, huh?“

Oh well, now that you thought about it, you had successfully gotten your point across. Considering the fact that Austin would have to leave for his match soon, you might as well continue this conversation another time you decided.

He bit you again, waiting for an answer.

You pressed your legs together. “Y-Yes, you do..“

Shifting in his lap, you moved in to kiss him, but at the last moment, he pulled away. 

You blinked at him with your lips still pursed. What?

He seemed to revel in your disappointment. 

“Sorry,“ he gestured at the TV behind you. „Gotta get going.“ 

He maneuvered you back onto the couch and got up.

“What’s that sour face for, sweet-cheeks?“ he teased.

He lowered his tone. “I‘ll be back in 30 minutes. You think you can wait that long?“

You sat back and crossed your arms over your chest. Eventually, you nodded and handed him his title. 

A few seconds later he was out the door.

[amywritesthings]

hey hey! hope u dont mind being asked 👉👈 would astarion and tav from better strategy enjoy valentine's day?

i have never done this before on my blog but it's been a minute since we've visited the better strategy so rather than headcanon -- i can write up a drabble for you?

Pairing: Cleric!Tav x Astarion (in The Better Strategy universe) Summary: Tav celebrates Valentine's Day. Astarion does not. And when Tav gives Astarion a gift, he's not convinced it's special. Or free. Tags: Set in Act 1, Valentine's shenanigans (idc if the holiday doesn't exist in this world because it does in mine!), fluff, Astarion's pov, explicit language Notes: 1K word count / dividers by @saradika-graphics

"Dearest, this is a dead flower."

Between his ivory index finger and thumb lay a beautiful red rose, shed of its thorns -- how Tav managed to find one in this deserted clearing full of spidery weeds and wilting mushrooms is a mystery the vampire may never solve.

Then again, that woman could find just about anything beautiful in a sea of rot and decay. The longer he's spent wandering the shores and hilly plains of the sunlit world, the more convinced Astarion becomes that she is not a cleric but a witch.

A witch that bewitches, truly, because if it were anyone else? Say... Shadowheart? Gale? This flower would have been tossed over his shoulder and left to the insects.

Not that Astarion is upset with receiving a flower from the Selune cleric -- the contrary, he would find this strangely endearing --

If he hadn't seen her give bloody Wyll and Karlach something just an hour or two ago when he'd appeared busy, nose in a book.

(He wasn't reading a fucking word.)

So much for that flutter of feeling special, like he's finally gotten somewhere with this woman in his not-so grand scheme.

"I don't need a participation weed," he adds in a sickeningly sweet voice as he holds the flower back to her. "If you plucked apart a bouquet to give to all of us so that we are more inclined to visit that Githyanki Creche you've yammered on about for the last few days, then I cannot--"

"It isn't!" Tav interrupts in a squeak, effectively quieting his dramatics. She holds her fists, one hand over the other, to her chest.

He can practically smell the eagerness rolling off of her in waves.

"It... well, it's a gift," she explains. "Not a bribe."

"A gift," he repeats.

"Yes. For Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day?" he repeats again, unconvinced.

The half-elf smiles small. "A small festivity my people celebrate. Typically met with gifts, particularly food. We're running out of rations, though, so I thought it ill of me to--"

"Gifts are meant to be special," Astarion interrupts with a clearing of his throat, narrowing his eyes.

"They are," Tav agrees softly, as if she sees nothing wrong with what she's done, and he scowls.

"So then how is it I am to find this flower special when I've watched you go about this camp offering gifts to everyone here?"

There.

He hopes she feels bad about it. Maybe he'll convince her that there are other things they can do if this holiday is so special -- something that requires merely stepping into his open tent, shutting the flap, and finally getting somewhere with this journey.

(He has yet to seal the deal, yet she provides him with gifts? Though they can't be that important -- everyone else received something from the young moon cleric, too.)

Yet Tav furrows her brow playfully, turning her chin over her shoulder. "You were watching me give gifts to others?"

As if he's been caught redhanded.

Wait.

"Well, yes -- I admit, there were other gifts." A-ha. Thwarted. "Admittedly they were quite disastrous. There's only so much I can find in the forest without something going awry. I found Karlach a ripe apple. Wyll, a quill I managed to dig off of a dead traveler."

Neither of those sound very lavish.

The vampire contorts his mouth in confusion.

"And what of Shadowheart? Gale? Lae'zel?"

"Gale... a frayed book from the goblin village," she continues. "Shadowheart, some bread, though she thought I poisoned it." The Selune versus Shar fight lives another day. "And... Lae'zel is tricky."

He knows Tav, at least enough to know that's polite-speak for Lae'zel wouldn't accept any gift that was not offered post-spar.

Which leaves... him.

With a rose.

A dead flower, yes, but it's beautiful and ripe.

"Why a flower?" Astarion asks, twirling it between his fingers. His voice is not as cutting as it was at the beginning of this conversation.

The vampire is simply curious.

He manages to glance up just in time to see how she squares her shoulders, chin lifted -- like she's embarrassed her explanation will leave him laughing in her face.

Yes, very curious.

"The color reminded me of you," Tav finally relinqushes, and Astarion cannot help but purse his lips.

"Red. Because of... blood." He tsks under his breath. "Darling, we must broad your horizons if your mere word associations arrive at colors--"

"And they're beautiful!" she adds in a rush.

The two stop for a moment to stare at one another -- Astarion, sat idly on his little cushioned chair, and Tav, holding her hands so tight to her chest she may lose circulation in her fingers.

"Roses can be quite dangerous if you don't handle them correctly. Delicately. Nicely. They're sought after by anyone who admires beauty, but no matter how many roses you see, they're always so... immaculate and breath-taking and beautiful. And so when I managed to find one that was live and well, I plucked it with my own knife and thought who better to give one to on this celebrated day than you."

Astarion can feel his throat tighten.

"And besides, roses are very sacred to the holiday, so I thought you should have it."

Sacred.

Breathtaking.

His crimson eyes study Tav's mortified face for a moment more, before tipping the petals towards his nose. The faint scent of the flower tickles his senses, and the vampire can't help but feel...

Gods, what is that feeling?

Appreciation?

No, something else. Something he doesn't quite have the word for yet.

"It is," he agrees slowly. "Beautiful."

Does Tav find him beautiful?

The cleric clears her throat and takes a step back. "If you wish to throw it away, then I will not protest. It is your gift, therefore you do as you wish with it."

When she turns on a heel to panic-run back to the fire, the vampire stands to his feet and disappears into his tent. With his back turned, he takes one more lingering inhale of the flower.

His gift.

Something he owns.

Something that is entirely his.

Beautiful.

(He'll find another way to thank her, some day.)

[countrymusiclover]

5 - Tavern to Red Keep

Part 6

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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The next morning Jaime and I had slowly made our way downstairs before the tavern was supposed to be open so he could leave without getting much slack from the citizens who would feel so honored to see him. I just wanted it to be me and him at this moment that could be our last. He held my hand in his right one standing in the doorway with me. “I hate to think you won’t be visiting me almost everyday for a while.”

“Don’t worry, I have something else already covered.” He reassured me by tucking some loose stands of silver hair behind my ear.

Raising a brow at his statement I didn’t quite understand what he meant by that sentence. “What do you mean you have something else other than me just working here to hide out?”

“I have some very clever help inside the Red Keep.” Jaime pushed the tavern door revealing Tyrion leaning in the doorway.

I clicked my tongue with a smirk playing on my lips. “Tyrion Lannister.”

“It’s been far too long since we’ve seen each other, princess.” He paused, giving me a bow out of respect, making me smile. “Forgive me, I’m not used to bowing especially to the current queen who sometimes wishes me dead.”

I held up a hand gesturing for him to rise to his feet. “That’s not necessary, Tyrion. Please get up, get up.”

“If I called you princess you’d yell at me. I feel hurt by your reaction to him.” Jaime responded, squeezing my hand that he still held in his.

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t help that I have a different relationship with her than you do, brother.”

“Lannister, do you have my next two rent coins if you’re going to take my help from me or not?” Jack the tavern owner asked, entering our conversation moving around the bar.

Tyrion reached inside his pocket tossing the coin bag up into the air and into the owner’s waiting hands. “A Lannister always pays his debt.”

“You can have her now, dwarf.” The owner walked out of the room leaving the three of us alone where I finally had to look at the younger lion needing to know whatever plan he had up his sleeve this time. He saved my life 17 years ago after all.

“So what exactly is the brilliant plan running through that head of yours this time?”

Tyrion waved his hands in front of his chest telling me of his grand plan. “Jaime and I agreed that while he is away you need to have someone looking out for your safety. I am the Hand of the King now meaning I will forever live inside the Red Keep and so should you.”

“How could you get me back in the Red Keep exactly?”

He finished his statement with hopeful green eyes. “You pose as a handmaiden for Ned Stark’s eldest daughter Sansa. She’s a sweet and innocent girl so there’s a very unlikely chance that she would tell anyone about your true identity if she found out about who you are.”

“Wow. I - that’s actually extremely clever. Except that I have no handmaiden experience to pose as one.” I hung my mouth open nearly at a loss for words.

Tyrion pointed his index finger at me. “You didn’t think you could pretend to be a tavern girl and now you act like it’s second nature.”

“He’s got you there, Vaella.” Jaime sent me a smile agreeing with his brother.

The dwarf clasped his hands together proudly. “And you’re a quick poker learner too.”

“I doubt poker will come up pretending to be a handmaiden but I appreciate the confidence boost.” I grinned looking up at Jaime seeing him grinning down at me. Jaime followed us up to the castle with me giving him one last hug before he left on the KingsRoad. “You’ve made me a promise and you better keep it.”

Jaime held my hands in his staring down at me longingly. “Don’t worry, Vaella. I made a vow and I intend to keep it.”

“I love you.” I blurted out too terrified to wait another 17 years before I told him what I never had the courage to when I realized I had fallen for him.

Jaime wasn’t confident to say it back considering he hadn’t told her the truth of the secret he had between them. He didn’t ever know if he could confidently tell her about his children or even about him and Cersei for the first few years of Robert’s reign. “I’ll come back to you, Princess Vaella.” He rather did what he knew he could do, cupping my face in his hands, crashing his lips upon mine until we heard footsteps coming down to us.

“I’ll watch over her, Jaime. You have my word.” Tyrion stood on the end of the rock steps waiting for me to follow him up the road.

Jaime nodded to his brother dismounting his horse and riding off in the distance away from the two of us. “Thank you, little brother.”

Tyrion had led me through the hallways and back into my former home that I hadn’t set foot inside since the morning my father was killed to protect the population of this city. Hiding out in his chambers Tyrion had provided me with a silk red gown and some black dress shoes to wear compared to my tavern clothing. “I must admit red does flatter you, my lady.”

“Thanks for the compliment.” I replied standing in front of the mirror tying my hair up in a bun with the same bandana I always wore. Coloring my hair seemed to be too much of a task for disaster.

Tyrion sat at his table sipping on a glass of wine letting me have my moment of silence before talking about the girl. “Sansa is smart and she loves lemon cakes. She’s also been repeatedly hurt physically and mentally by Joffrey so she might come off as rude when you first meet.”

“I’ll find a way for her to trust me.” I sighed brushing my hands down the silk fabric ever so gently to not tear the fabric.

Sniffing the air I must confess that it was rather foreign to not smell wildfire burning through the castle or at least the stench of my father walking through the castle after setting someone he believed to be an enemy of the crown on fire. “Do you ever think about that night when he died. Where you were. What were you doing or thinking at the time?” Tyrion asked, tapping his fingers on the cup in his hands.

“Everyday I think about that whole thing.” I stood there doing my best to hold back tears not wanting to cry in front of him for he would never know how much it haunts me, some days worse than others in fact.

Tyrion wished his mind wasn’t so curious because he knew that he should just leave the poor girl alone. Yet she wasn’t just some girl. She was the last living Targaryen as far as the realm was concerned and he had a billion questions he wished to ask her for Jaime was the only one who got a mirror glimpse into the princess's life. “Anything in particular comes to mind?”

“Believe it or not, yes. I wish my old handmaiden Amber was still here. She - she and I were almost as close like she was my sister.” I sucked in a breath staring back at myself remembering the last time I had worn a red dress almost similar to this one I wore now. For I once too was an innocent girl who wished I could have the love story in tales of knights and lore we were told as children growing up.

“Can I open my eyes yet, Vae?” Amber asked me while I stood behind the changing stand in my bed chambers hiding behind the curtain.

I scolded her wanting her to play the part along with me for fun. “Not until you say the words first then I’ll reveal myself. You’ve seen how it’s done when my parents enter the room.”

“Huhh fine.” She huffed, clearing her throat doing her best impression. “Presenting her royal highness Princess Vaella Targaryen. The future Lady Lannister of Casterly Rock!”

I skipped around the stand pushing her hands down from her face proudly. “Feast your eyes.”

“It's beautiful, Vae.” She grinned brightly up at me.

I twirled around in circles in a silk red dress without shoes on my feet. My hair was completely loose everywhere and I had one of my simple tiaras on my head. “Can't you just see me now, Amber. Leading a household of my own and marrying Jaime.”

“How would you plan on that happening? You believe your father will remove him from his vows?”

I sent her a glare. “Just daydream with me.”

“Okay, okay, what is your fantasy bestie?” Amber asked, clasping her hands together in her lap sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Jaime and I shall become man and wife and move back to his home at Casterly Rock. I shall have babies with beautiful blonde hair and purple eyes.”

She teased me. “How many children? You are aware of what has to happen for you to be with child aren’t you?”

“Yes I'm aware, Amber. They have sex. Don't patronize me.” I stuck my tongue out to her. “I'd say three like me and my brothers. Now shall you dance with me, Lady Morgan?”

She put her hands in mine and I tugged her up to her feet. “Of course, Lady Lannister.” We began twirling around the room in a fit of giggling where I was certain that the servants could hear us, but I had not a care in the world.

[peachsayshi]

sugar daddy! nanami x female reader (drabble) 

(minors and ageless blogs dni) 

a/n: manifesting that he shows up at my front door so I don’t have to go into work tomorrow. 

tags: mention that reader has a brazilian wax, needy nanami, smut

“thank you for stopping by-” nanami murmurs between a kiss. a muffled hum escapes you, and he can’t help but smile against your lips at the sound. he pulls away to admire the sight of you pressed against his counter. slowly coming undone with your lipstick smudged and your bare breast exposed from when he hungrily tugged at the strap of your dress. one thumb lightly traces over your hardened nipple while the other massages little circles on your waist. “...I know you have plans today. I'm sorry for intruding.” 

the apology was half-hearted; there was no reason for it considering this is part of the agreement. nanami is happily paying off your debts as long as you simply made time for him.

 so, no, he technically didn’t feel “bad” about stealing you away from your friends, but delaying your lunch would at least make up for him cancelling the last three scheduled dates that he planned. 

“of course,” you mumbled, a little dazed from the heated make out session he greeted you with. “I-ah- told you I’m in the area…”

he pecks your collarbone, guiding his hands underneath the hem of your dress. he loops his fingers around the band of your underwear, and gradually rolls the fabric down the stems of your legs. he helps you out of the garment, before standing back up and flashing you a smile of approval. 

“I bought these for you didn’t I?” he questions, his conceit masked by humble curiosity. 

“Mhmm,” you reply with a nod. 

his uses his free thumb and index finger to hold your chin, and seeks another kiss as he stuffs the lace fabric in his back pocket. your own hands clasp around his neck, your lips parting eagerly and granting his tongue entrance. 

your mouth is slick with spit, the kiss wet and messy, but neither of you have the time to care about slowing things down. you can feel how hard nanami is when he presses himself against your pussy, and your stomach flutters as you hook your leg tighter around his hip to enhance the pressure of him grinding against your cunt. 

he’s been working long hours, barely getting enough sleep, and has been miserable for the last three weeks. but this, this carefully relieved the tension from his demanding position.

nothing else crossed his mind from the moment you sauntered into his penthouse apartment - there was only you.

eventually and with heavy eyes, he glances down to the point where the tip of his cock meets your entrance, and curses under his breath as he slowly pushes in. he brushes his fingers over your pubic region, taking in the softness of your skin and it pleases him to know that you’ve still be maintaining yourself.

you whisper his name, “kento, kento...”,  your voice trembling when he rubs the the hood of your clit, while dragging his cock simultaneously back and forth as he fucks you right up against his counter. 

your dress is bunched up between his hands. he can feel that the material is a little worn. this is an easy fix, he thinks to himself, because he’s keen on spoiling you. it’s only been four months, and the process has been gradual…

you still decline some of his offers with a shy smile, unaware of how deep his pockets were and for whatever reason that only flamed his growing infatuation. 

he drops his forehead to meet your own, leaving another tender kiss on your lips before asking: ‘gonna cum for me, love?” 

you whine out an endearing “yeah,” that makes him laugh under his breath. 

he purrs your name, and it send shivers down your spine as he thrusts with more conviction. feeling your warmth around him, the way you dripped down his shaft and how pretty you sounded every time he hit the right spot - it only reminded him that you were an investment worth spending on. 

he would shower you with anything you asked for as long as he can keep doing this. 

you ride out your orgasm on his cock, and he groans upon reaching his own climax when your walls tighten around him. your body shakes as you let the waves roll over you and when you look up you were met with glassy brown eyes soaking in the shimmering glow of the aftermath.

you freshen up in his bathroom, attempting to put back together a decent look. when he sees you afterwards, he knows the question you’re about to ask and can see the heat emanating off your body as you approach him. 

“you still have my underwear...” 

the corner of his mouth quirks into a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but smile back. nanami always likes to play these little games with you, and you happily joined in every time.

instead of giving you what you needed, he reaches for his wallet instead. 

“tell you what,” he suggests as he lifts out his black card from it’s secured slot, “I’ll arrange my driver to drop you and take care of your lunch to make up for the delay. Since you’re in the area, there’s a shopping district not far from the restaurant where you can pick up another pair…and maybe splurge on something else nice if you see anything you like.”

He drags the card along the outline of your cleavage before sliding it under the padding of your dress. He cups your face in his hands and plants another chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Come back when you’re done,” he teases with a wink. “I’ll make us dinner, and you can show me what you bought.”

[where-dreamers-go]

If requests are open and you don't mind, could I have Murtagh, Roran, Arya and/or Eragon's reaction to a chubby!SO being oblivious to their advances?

Hi there! Here on this blog, I always have whether or not requests are open right in the bio. :)

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Murtagh had returned to your home. Finally. By dragon magic and fire — he missed you. To be comfortable in an environment enough to discard his boots upon entry was still new for the Dragon Rider. Yet he would never complain. Definitely not. He had another reason never to complain.

There, curled up in bed with a book was no one other than his love, you. Nose deep in the book even as Murtagh walked closer.

“You’re early,” you smiled, eyes peering up at him.

“I have my reasons.” He pressed his lips to your cheek, softer than his own. He kissed your shoulder then, hidden by a night shirt.

“Tired?”

“Not yet.”

You turned a page and asked, “Did you want to read with me?”

“Perhaps later?” Murtagh kissed your shoulder again while letting his fingers roam the curves of your hip and thigh. “We could do something else?”

“We could paint.” You suggested, looking over to him.

A frown creased his features.

“What? I liked your last painting. You could be an artist too, Murtagh.”

Sighing, Murtagh flopped onto the bed.

“What’s the matter?” You set the book aside to comb your fingers through his dark locks.

“Nothing…”

. . .

Eragon wiped the sweat from his brow. A common occurrence while tending the crops. More so that he had finished what needed doing. It had been a long morning.

Satisfied, the Dragon Rider stretched his arms over his head. He would do well with a short rest. Some time to himself if he could.

Brown eyes caught sight of his partner sitting under the shade of a tree. His companion and love who he would do practically anything for.

Eragon could rest later.

Walking up to his beloved, he was greeted by your soft smile. A wonderful sight.

“All finished?” You asked, handing over a container of water.

“Finished working in the soil? Yes.” Eragon swallowed a generous amount of water. “Thank you. I needed a drink.”

“You might also need to wash up.”

He hummed briefly in acknowledgement and promptly sat down beside you. Brown eyes roamed over your content expression and down your curves in affection. Still hot from work, Eragon felt a growing excitement in his belly. A thought lingering in passion.

“Are you busy?” Eragon inquired, index finger tracing around your wrist. “You could use water as well.”

“I’m enjoying the breeze.” You stated and closed your eyes.

Leaning in, Eragon lightly pressed his lips to the contour of your ear. “You could enjoy the water,” he whispered.

“I wasn’t digging out weeds and playing with earthworms.”

He nipped your ear.

“Hey.”

“I need to bathe and I think,” Eragon placed his other hand on your thigh, “you should keep me company.”

“You’ve taken baths by yourself before.” You opened your eyes and turned to give him a quizzical look. “Do you need me to test the temperature again?”

Moving his hands to his lap, the Dragon Rider sighed, defeated.

“No.” He pulled at an innocent blade of grass.

“Then go bathe.” You patted his knee.

“Fine.” Eragon pouted.

. . .

I feel like Roran might actually say something or be much more forward. I don’t know how, but he might.

Arya… I don’t really know how she’d react, maybe just really look at her partner. Studying them or something.

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[rwrbficrecs]

Readers' Choice Rec List Part 7 of 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (ft. sentimental thank you note from me at the end ❤️)

History in the Making by watchmecope

anon: It is an adorable piece that has made me laugh more than once. It's a fantastic palette cleanser if I read something a bit too angsty!

All our Sweetest Hours Fly Fastest by AHistoricDistraction (WIP)

anon: This fic is so good and so suspenseful! It is so thoroughly researched with so much feeling

And All The Tears On Her Guitar by @saywhatjessie

anon: This is so good for a number of reasons, but my favorite part was finally finding someone who didn't make me feel bad for not liking Taylor Swift.

(don't be alarmed if i fall) head over feet by weather_stained

anon: This fic is so damn funny. It is 100% crack, and I love it!

Give 'em hell by th0ughts

anon: Great look into Alex and Martha's potential relationship.

Gemma's husband by floatingaway4

anon: Lovely and original take on firstprince through an outside perspective

Nova, Baby by @cha-melodius

@leaves-of-laurelin: Amazing spy au. Reading it feels like watching an sexy, action-packed, heart-wrenching movie.

I trace your constellations by viciouslyqueer

anon: A well written taste of representation that doesn't once feel like pandering. A feel good falling in love tale.

A Whole Problem by @thenburntheashes

@daisymae-12: A fic I come back to often, especially when I'm in need of some roommates + college au goodness ❤️

Just a sappy lil thank you note from me (@daisymae-12) A huge THANK YOU once again for following and supporting this blog. When we hosted this celebration for 500 followers, I didn't think we'd currently be at 1k but here we are 🥺 It's been so nice to spread joy through this blog for both authors and readers 🥰 I've also ended up with such a lovely discord community with the Volunteer team, so a big thank you to them as well for helping out and for contributing so much. I wouldn't be able to do this without them, it really takes a village ❤️ Last but not least: shoutout to my husband who has listened to all of my blog ideas and ramblings. For the amazing IT support, writing me code to not only generate index spreadsheets and html formatting, but a code to download every single fic in the rwrb ao3 tag so I can search within fics as well 😭 We're continuing to workshop ways to improve the admin side of the blog with his codes, so this blog is his passion project as much as it is mine ❤️ He always goes above & beyond in his support of my hobbies and I am so grateful ❤️

[poplarbark]

๋࣭ ⭑🏕️.☾ — PARKER 🌲 (IT/HE) 🎻 NINETEEN 🍄 GENDERFUCK TRANSFAG DOGTHING ⛰️ INHUMAN 🥩 16 AND UNDER DNI

🪵 ABOUT MY THERIANTHROPY ...

hi im parker (it/he). this is my therian sideblog (my main is @trbotunnel) im a wolfdog & a stray. werewolf otherhearted. i dont care for labels. IM NOT YOUR PUPPY. my theriantheopy is sometimes kink/nsfw, sometimes not, but i wont post about outright nsfw stuff relating to it

im newly awakened, though the writing was on the wall throughout my entire life. being a wolfdog is mostly an identity thing for me (being queer and Other), though i sometimes experience physical shifts (fur, muzzle, ears) and it sucks. sometimes my shifts can be cozy and comforting though; depends on the day. theyre also anthropomorphic shifts usually. my transmasc identity is sstrongly interwoven with werewolves and lycanthropy. here's what i look like:

☕️ ABOUT ME ...

I'm nineteen (16 and under dni), transmasc (it/he), and queer. kind of a stoner now; get very doggish on grass. some of my hobbies and interests include: reading (slowly mking my way through the cosmere since 2021; tryiong ro reread all of stormlight before kowt comes out), writing essays about things no one but me cares about, video games (red dead <3), and sketching. if you want to hear me talk about those, head to my main blog @trbotunnel; this ones just for therian stuff.

tag index and blinkies under cut

🪴 OG POSTS TAG INDEX ...

#poplar barks: og posts of mine; #dog on the sticks: gaming related posts; #poplar whines: vents; #poplar arts: og art.

🍂 GENERAL / RB'ED POSTS TAG INDEX ...

#fav: fav posts... these are (usually) subcategorised; #ww: werewolfkin stuff; #art: art that i find nice; #words; poetry and such; #moodboards: self explanatory; #ub: userboxes; #p: photography; #gear: self explanatory... stuff i want or like; #den: room/den inspo.

— last edited: 2024.09.21 🦊🌱 * :･

[theharrowing]

White Lies 🤍 0: Introductions

Yoongi is everything you could ask for. He is attractive, confident, and smart. And his partner Taehyung is as possessive as he is beautiful. Too bad a relationship would be a major conflict of interest.

You need to have them at all costs.

🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader x Taehyung

🤍 word count: 0; screencaps of twitter feeds & text messages.

🤍 college au, cop au, partial social media au with a lot of written story, strangers to lovers & established relationship, yandere, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, angst, slash, poly, minor character injury & death, graphic violence, nsfw, 21+.

🤍 warnings: ACAB includes our MC, sorry you found out this way.

🤍 this is a sequel to Boy Blue! i highly recommend that you start at the beginning to fully understand the the dynamic & history between Yoongi & Taehyung. there will be a lot of references to Boy Blue; this fic will spoil the shit out of it. this MC/reader character is not the same MC/reader character from Boy Blue.

🤍 for full notes & warnings, see the master list.

🤍 note: those of you who read Boy Blue...you finally get to meet one of the characters for the first time. are you excited??? this is the first of several surprises hehe.

🤍 posted nov. 2023 | read on ao3

INDEX | NEXT

Profiles of starting characters:

reader/mc:

Yoongi & Taehyug:

Seokjin:

note: time stamps & dates are important but also a bit loose. if you see a mistake just pretend you don't! more profiles are likely to be added, and i may or may not remember to edit this post so just vibe with it. 🤍

also note: the image for mc is a statue of medusa, and it is not meant to suggest that she is white. her physical description is going to be kept as vague as possible.

* * *

Teaser for Chapter 1 because i love you:

😈😈😈 HELLO, MY LOVES!!! ARE WE READYYY??? i am still trying to wrap up Collateral before i get too far into this fic, but the muse has been wanting to work on this and nothing else, so here is a teaser. and yes, you are not mistaken, Kim Seokjin is alive. 😈😈😈

i cannot thank you enough for keeping the hype for Boy Blue alive. it was such a wild ride that i thought people would hate me for, and it became somewhat of a cult classic. this fic will have all the twists and turns that you have come to expect from Boy Blue, with some wild new additions because my writing style has changed a bit in the last two years.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE THE LIFEBLOOD OF THIS SITE, BUT LIKES ARE ALSO SUPER APPRECIATED!!! 🤍🤍🤍 BUCKLE UP BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE A WILD RIDE!!!

tag list: @bangtan-tee-86 @ffion451 @fluffybuns69 @here4kpopfics @iloverubberduckiez-blog @lovemeforeternity @mgthecat @moonleeai @oceansmerchild @unsureofwhathappens 🤍 visit the master post to read the warnings & request to be tagged!

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White Lies is copyright 2023 theharrowing, all rights reserved. No translations or reposts allowed!

[found-family-tournament]

Best Found Family Tournament

Submissions are closed.

Give me as much propaganda and images as possible. It gives your fams a higher chance of winning.

Every piece of propaganda and every picture or gif I get. In the submissions and in my asks will be added to the poll post every round.

Please inform me if any of the images or information are wrong. Or if you have a better image that I could use.

If there are any questions or requests of any sort. Askbox.

I try to reblog all the propaganda I get in my reblogs, but if you want to make sure I don't accidentally overlook yours, please tag me.

Inspired by other cool blogs like @bluehairandpronouns-tournament @gender-swag-bracket @bestsiblingstournament @musicalcharactertournament @dead-character-showdown @t4tswagbracket @thegreatbigdetectivepolll @trafficlighttriobracket @thebestcartoontournament @noncanongayestbitchestournament @animatedfightthrowdown @bestcharacterwithfirepowers

Links under the cut

Round 1:

Part 1:

The Runaways (Marvel's Runaways) vs The Knights of Camelot (BBC Merlin)

The Wayward Children (The Wayward Children / Every Heart a Doorway) vs Gekkagumi (A3!)

The Faraway Friends (OMORI) vs The Spring Troupe (A3!)

Bee Happy (Matilda) vs The Night at the Museum Gang (Night at the Museum)

Winter Troupe (A3!) vs Gwendolyn, The Will, Lying Cat and Sophie (Saga (Comic))

Part 2:

The SHIELD Team (Agents of SHIELD) vs Hershel Layton, Luke Triton & Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton Games)

The Band of Boobs (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs Saiki and his friends (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

The Third Mates/The Choo Choo Crew (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs The Crystal Gems (Steven Universe)

Team Dark (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Kipo & Wolf (Kipo)

Dethklok (Metalocalypse) vs The Robinsons (Meet the Robinsons)

Part 3:

Interview with the Vampire Vampires (Interview with the Vampire) vs The Forgers (Spy x Family)

The Mechanisms (The Mechanisms) vs The Scooby Gang (Scooby Doo)

Izumi & Sig Curtis & Edward & Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs The Clump (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

The Hamato Clan/Mad Dogz (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rottmnt)) vs Team Victor (Vicious)

The Black Bulls (Black Clover) vs The Leverage Crew (Leverage)

Part 4:

MASH team (M*A*S*H) vs The Behavioural Analysis Unit (Criminal Minds)

Spider Crew (So I'm A Spider So What?) vs The Joestar Group (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

RTDL Quarted (Kirby) vs The Avengers (MCU Fanfiction)

Brave Vesperia (Tales of Vesperia) vs The Animorphs (Animorphs)

The Dolls (The Sandman) vs Team Rocket (Pokémon)

Part 5:

The Love Trio (Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun) vs Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, Black Star, Death the Kid, Crona, Patty, Liz (Soul Eater)

The Gaang (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs Die Wilden Kerle (Die Wilden Kerle)

Alex & Jonas (Oxenfree) vs The Gluttony Crew (The Evillious Chronicles)

Watari & L Lawliet (Death Note) vs The Cat's Whiskers (Paradox Live)

The Rowdy 3 (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency) vs Mae, Greg, Angus & Bea (Night in the Woods)

Part 6:

The Crew of the Serenity (Firefly & Serenity) vs The Crew of the Iris (The Strange Case of Starship Iris)

Lucifam (Lucifer) vs Team Bleck/Bleck Squad (Super Paper Mario)

The Ericson Kids (The Walking Dead Game) vs Accelerator, Last Order, Aiho Yomikawa, Kikyou Yoshikawa & Misaka Worst (A Certain Magical Index)

Squad 312 (the Aurora Cycle series) vs The Fatui Harbingers (Genshin Impact)

13 and the Gang (Doctor Who) vs Franchouchou (Zombie Land Saga)

Part 7:

Dadvid & Momgwen (Camp Camp) vs Bucci Gang/Team Bucciarati (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Akanyatsura (Paradox Live) vs 11s Fam (Doctor Who)

Team Red (Carmen Sandiego) vs The Ghosts (BBC Ghosts)

Firefam (9-1-1) vs Murder Family (Hannibal)

The Golden Deer (Fire Emblem) vs Mikazuki Villa (Magia Record)

Part 8:

NYPD Major Crimes (Prodigal Son) vs Diasomnia Fam (Twisted Wonderland)

Warden Ingo, Akari, Rei & Professor Laventon (Pokemon Legends Arceus) vs New Who Crew (Doctor Who)

Nahida & Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin Impact) vs The Circle Kids (Tamora Pierce's Emelan Universe (The Circle of Magic Quartet))

The Shazamily (Shazam!) vs The Clawthorne-Nocedas (The Owl House)

The Losers Club (It) vs The Mondstadt Crew (Genshin Impact)

Part 9:

The Entire Your Turn to Die Cast (Your Turn to Die) vs Funn Funerals & Eric (Wooden Overcoats)

Because You Made Me Smile (or Extended Tenma Household) (Project SEKAI) vs The Aurinko Crime Family (The Penumbra Podcast (Juno Steel))

Silco & Jinx (Arcane) vs The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (& Associates) (GLOW)

Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch (Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn) vs MSR (The X-Files)

Ash & Pikachu (Pokémon) vs The Thief Gang/House of Orphans (The Thief Lord)

Part 10:

Powder, Vi, Vander, Mylo & Claggor (Arcane) vs Space Runaways (Saga (Comic))

The Victors of District 12 (The Hunger Games) vs The Killjoys (Killjoys)

The St Cassians Chamber Choir (Ride The Cyclone) vs Six of Crows/The Crows (Six of Crows)

The Gangsey (The Raven Cycle) vs Paper Girls (Paper Girls)

The Bad Kids (Dimension 20 - Fantasy High) vs The Drawtectives (Drawtectives (Drawfee))

Part 11:

Team Natsu (Fairy Tail) vs Yutaka, Minoru & Tane (Our Dining Table)

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn (Final Fantasy XIV) vs Neal Caffrey, Peter & Elizabeth Burke & Mozzie (White Collar)

Scoobies (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont & Alucard (Castlevania)

I.M.P. (Helluva Boss) vs The New Mutants (X-Men Comics)

The Bad Batch (The Bad Batch) vs Leorio, Kurapika, Gon & Killua (Hunter X Hunter)

Part 12:

Date-Sagan Family (AI: The Somnium Files) vs God Kids (Trials of Apollo)

Crew of the Per Aspera (Rolling with Difficulty) vs Reyna Ramirez & Nico Di Angelo (Riordanverse)

The Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death) vs The Crisis Management Team (Tomorrow)

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) vs Hotel OJ (Inanimate Insanity)

Wangxian + Junior Quartet (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Untamed) vs Phoenix (MacGyver)

Part 13:

Nightchord25 (Project SEKAI) vs The Wayfarer's Crew (The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet)

Jessica, Aaron & Erica Slaughter (Something Is Killing the Children) vs Color Gang (Animation vs Minecraft/Animator vs Animation)

Sk8 Fam (Sk8 the Infinity) vs The Pilot Program (Misfits and Magic (Dimension 20))

Killing School Trip Survivors (Danganronpa 2) vs Sea Salt Family (Kingdom Hearts)

The Ten Companions of the Dragonmark (How To Train Your Dragon (Books)) vs Cohen-Atwood Family (The OC)

Part 14:

Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Hot Pie (& Lommy Greenhands & Jaqen H'Gar) (A Song of Ice & Fire/Game of Thrones) vs Old World Group (Everworld)

Lightning Thief Trio (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) vs California Bureau of Investigation (The Mentalist)

Adora, Glimmer & Bow (She-Ra) vs Disaster Trio/The Clone Wars Trio (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008))

Kim Dokja's Company (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) vs 13 Flame Chasers (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Ren Amamiya, Futaba Sakura & Sojiro Sakura (Persona 5) vs Batfam (Batman Media (Wayne Family Adventures))

Part 15:

The Soul Squad (The Good Place) vs The Paladins of Voltron (Voltron: Legendary Defenders)

Inheritance Gang (Eragon/the Inheritance Cycle) vs Strawhat Pirates (One Piece)

10's Crew (Doctor Who) vs Clementine & Lee Everett (The Walking Dead Game)

Wendy, Soos, Stanford, Stanley, Dipper, Mabel & Waddles (Gravity Falls) vs The Local Group (Rain World)

Five Eccentrics/Five Oddballs (Ensemble Stars) vs The Luminary, Erik, Serena, Veronica, Sylvando, Jade, Rab & Hendrik (Dragon Quest XI)

Part 16:

The Meta Knights (Kirby) vs The Queens from the Musical Six (Six)

Shroud Bros (Twisted Wonderland) vs Natsume's Protection Squad (Natsume's Book of Friends)

The Long Island Vampires & Guillermo (What We Do In The Shadows) vs The Octotrio (Twisted Wonderland)

The Lupin Gang (Lupin III) vs The Fellowship of the Ring (Lord of the Rings)

The Gang (It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia) vs Regina Mills, Emma Swan & Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)

Part 17:

Torchwood Team (Torchwood) vs MANKAI Company (A3!)

Julie and the Phantoms (Julie and the Phantoms) vs Yeo Joon, Kim So-Bin & Nam Soo-Hyun (At a Distance Spring is Green)

Second Nonary Game Group (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors) vs Chosen Siblings (Pokespe/Pokemon Adventures)

The Seven Birds/IPRE/Starblaster Crew (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Boys from the Dwarf (Red Dwarf)

The Tiny Giant Duo (The BFG) vs The Greendale 7/The Study Group (Community)

[naughtybg3confessions]

I really don’t get why polyamory is on tag list with all of those triggering topics. You have made so many positive changes to this blog, yet you choose to keep this because of one single anon. Why?

I understand your concern, anon. It was never intended to be a cw tag from the beginning, and after repeated exchanges with the community it was decided that it would remain a tag, but remain not considered a part of the content warning list. Just its own, neutral tag. There haven't been a lot of requests for other tags of that nature yet, so it can be easy to confuse the content tag list with the cw tag list.

I don't publish every tag request, especially those made over DMs and not the ask box. Multiple people messaged me and requested it be tagged for their own personal reasons, and I was willing to accommodate that, since everyone seemed fine with it remaining a tag as long as there was no implication that it be treated as an overall controversial subject.

You can see a play by play of this discourse, and my consistent opinion on it, here, here, here, here, and here.

I do understand why it looks bad, having it beside so many controversial content tags though. At this point I will amend this, so that the confusion finally stops. The last thing I want is for people to think this blog is anti-polyamory in any way. I'm trying to respect the requests of my followers, but I also don't want to alienate anyone or make them feel like their relationships are somehow wrong or negative.

At this point, I'm getting tired. Not of you anon, your question is valid, but just in general. I will continue to use the tag as promised to the people who came to me, but I'm removing it from the tag index so nobody takes it the wrong way. It's really not necessary to have it up there, anyway.