#confession 718

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#718

If SNW insists on giving Spock a string of failed romances, they should at least also make Spock/McCoy canon. Not because I ship it but because it'd explain their dynamic in TOS in a funny way: they're bickering bitter exes, of course.

[prettyfilmz]

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION • JEY USO

authors note: hello my darlings! I’ve recently been working on a new mini project called “love language” which includes 5 writing pieces written based on the 5 love languages featuring my fav wrestlers. this piece is the first of the series which I am super excited to share with you all. I hope you enjoy and let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next part♥️

summary: jey found a creative way to help remind you how beautiful you are.

warnings: 18+ (y’all go watch baby einstein or something this is for grown folks 🧍🏾‍♀️) porn w/out plot, dom!jey uso x sub! fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) missionary position, praise, daddy kink, slight orgasm denial, small aftercare moment.

word count: 718 words

“come on mama…say it for me.”

jey growled in your ear, his voice low and rough sending shivers down your spine. if you weren’t so intoxicated off the delicious feeling of his dick relentlessly stroking against your g spot, you’d protest how unfair he was being. 

your legs clung tighter to his waist, nails digging into intricate ink on the sweat slick skin of his back as his thrusts grew deeper, each one pulling a soft moan from his lips which vibrated against your neck.“baby…I’ll stop right now if you don’t say it,” he whispered in your ear, a threat laced with a dark promise you knew he didn’t want to keep. the way your pussy clenched around him, warm slick and needy, made it clear you weren’t going to last long along with himself, but he needed to hear those words.

you hesitated, torn between pride and the aching need that jey could only satisfy. but as the peak of your orgasm began to slip, his rhythm coming to a torturing halt, lust and desperation won the round. ”I’m..I’m beautiful.” your voice so soft and needy it barely rose above both your mingled breaths…but he heard it. those words were a lifeline, pulling you both back into the intoxicating rhythm that had your eyes rolls to the back of your head.

jey’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk at your whispered confession hung in the air, the heat between the both of you simmering to a boil. “damn right, that’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice laced with praise, and the way he gazed up you with his brown eyes made your heart race faster and your pussy even wetter. 

his hips snapped back into motion, thrusting into you with renewed intensity, each stroke pulling a choked cry out of you. “fuck…feel so fucking good daddy..” you sobbed, your hands gripped him tighter, nails creating crescent indents on his back, eliciting a low moan from him that almost made you cum on the spot.

jey leans down, his mouth trailing hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before saying, “you gon’ be my good girl?” spank! a heavy hand comes in contact with your ass, making you yelp. the stinging sensation sending a wave of arousal to your core. “y-yes!” you plea with tears streaming down your cheeks, squirming when his other hand slides between your legs to play with your engorged clit. 

“you gon’ cum on this dick for daddy?” spank!

“yes daddy imma cum for you.”

jey let out a deep, satisfied groan as he rewarded you with a harder, faster pace. his body slammed into yours with a force that had your breath hitching and your vision blurring. he was getting relentless, each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your nervous system, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“mhm you so damn beautiful,” he growled. “and mine.” his possessiveness was enough to send you over the edge, and with a final cry of his name, you came. white-hot pleasure flooding your psyche as you convulsed and gushed around him.  

he wasn’t too far behind, the vice grip your pussy had on his dick pushed him to his limit. with a few sloppy thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with thick white ropes of his cum. his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm as he groaned your name. 

for a moment, the world was still. only the sounds of ragged breathes of you both who had just given everything to each other. then, slowly, jey pulled out of you, momentarily watching his cum leak out of your swollen mound before resting his sweaty forehead against your own. as he caught his breath, a lazy but satisfied grin spread across his face mirroring yours. 

“you were so good for me, mama.” he praised, kissing the hickies he left on your collarbone. his voice was rid of any roughness and was replaced with a softness that could lull you to sleep. “always so good for me.”

all you could do is sigh in appreciation, body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. in that moment, all of your insecurities from earlier were washed away and was replaced with a newfound contentment and confidence. 

[annelucia]

Moments in novel I want to read again:

60- "beast trying to make itself small"

63-Kiolle! Yuder pretending to not know him

66-Meet Enon

95- Kiolle! contract with Yuder

100- Devran and Gakane get to know about Yuder's hand

101-healing Yuder's hand(faints after)

119- Parade

122- Meet Revlin

128- Meet Lusan

134- Rescue from Apeto

152- Kiolle! helping Yuder with Apeto's second son murder

154- manifesting as Omega

162- Kishiar recalls how Yuder looked like during manifestation(fear)

172- Meet Ejain

175- "you are the only one who can command me"

179- Red Stone's energy transfering

182--Nathan is suspicious of Yuder, Alik becomes awakened

187- "make him mine"

194- Yuder and Kishiar outing

200- first kiss

208- Yuder smilling bc Revlin compliments Kishiar( Apeto trial)

211- Yuder&Nathan talks abot Kishiar

222- find 10 ways to clean ashes with your power

224- Kishiar visits Yuder's room, Yuder's uses Red Stone

230- Yuder vs Kiolle (1st after oath)

238- meeting Ejain 2nd time, saves him

247- Ejain and Yuder have a talk about power

251- Yuder's smile melts heart of mage Lorna

258- Yuder's weakness

261- Yuder convinces Micalin to cooperate

264-Ejain's "be my friend", Yuder's left behind

267- Kishiar and Ejain talk about Yuder

276- Ejain awakening

283- Penpen vs Yuder

285- aftermath of fight

299- Connection's first appearance

296- Kishiar feeding Yuder

300- Yuder initiating kiss

301- Yuder's tells everyone of his weakness

307- Yuder's and Kishiar night stroll forest date

310- Yuder's healing from venom

317- Kishiat meet Nahan

321- Yuder's no. 1

326- Smut but not all the way

335- Enon isn't human

342- Elle!

350- Yuder intimidates commander in prison

362- Yuder's going to prison

374- Kishiar kisses back of Yuder's hand

375- Shuden, Hellem

384- "did you chew on reaper's grass" swollen lips

385- Kiolle(just existing)

396- Nathan being worried about Yuder

397- Yuder's taking Enon's experimantal pill to fight southeners

401- Kishiar's death flashback

417- Nathan vs Nahan

419- Kishiar trolling nobles

422- Yuder jumping into Kishiar's embrace

430- 1st Duke Tain's laboratory

434- Enon- hyung !

438- Kanna&Yuder talk about Yuder's fear

443- Enon tells Kishiar about himself

445- "Yudrain" and connection talk

453- Kanna knows!

458- Yuder's confession, Kishiar blushing

460- Smut

467- Kishiar's emperor sword mark

470- Yuder, Kishiar& Emperor meal

480- Kiolle(meeting in tailor shop)

486- learning to dance

494- Gakane worring about Yuder's dance

495- Yuder heals Hosanna

499- Dance

501- Wine gift

507- Yuder&Gakane dance/ Gakane's past

513- Drunk Yuder

517- Kanna talks with Yuder about why she's avoiding him

521- Yuder, Kishiar & Empress meal

534- Examining Emperor

539- Yuder&Kishiar use connection forcefully

550- Emperor's healing

560- Jealous Kishiar

563- Kishiar dreams of Yuder's death

566- Yuder knows that Kanna knows!

567- Yuder&Nathan talks about Kishiar

569- Yuder tells Kishiar truth

574- Kishiar cries after Yuder tells him truth

579- " only one who can command me"/ Imperial family dinner

586- Kiolle!( talks with Yuder)

590- Kishiar interogates Hosanna

592- Emperor visits Cavalry

600- East& West 2nd Cabvalry recruitment

601- Yuder&Nathan talks about Kishiar

604- Gloe

606- Yuder tells Kishiar that he killed him

609- Prisoner's second gender manifestation accident

613- Yuder's heat(past and present life)

622- Commander inauguration

630- Marin

640- First Duke Tain's monster research

647- Southern's Cavalry base

655- Undercover mission(Akit, Yudrain)

662-Elpkins

663- Reneve

709- Yuder and Nathan on mission together

713- Yuder pissed off bc southener crushed his candies

718- Nathan about Kishiar and Yuder's relationship

728- First cracks in the south

[alemi-i]

me too :

# ksm x gn : reader ( fluff )

cw : mutual pining , sorta miscommunication, seungmin’s a little bad with his words , idk just fluff w a tad bit of angst !! 😽

a/n : inspired by an eveng that happened between me and my friend earlier… itvwas kinda SUS cause like i kept my hand over his thigh and he said he liked it and insisted to keep it on his knee and Shi BUT ANWYAY….

wc : 718 !?

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

the boys have planned to spend dinner at a fairly fancy restaurant, inviting you into the mix. it wasn’t shocking since you’ve been friends with them for over three years now, it’s just– really exciting. 

you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, wondering if you should’ve changed into pants instead. but the way seungmin visibly gaped at you confirmed you’d made the right decision. pink paints your face, noticing how he struggled to keep his eyes off of you.

“sorry for the delay, guys!” you sigh, plopping down onto a chair, just beside seungmin. the boys send a reassuring smile, waves of “don’t worry about it” splashing your way.

your eyes meet seungmin’s, his already lingering on you. your lips curl into a soft smile, hand gently sat upon his knee. he smiles back, slightly shuddering at your touch. you feel the world darken, not in a bad way. but in a way where it feels like it’s just you and him; just you and him against the world. the bickering of the other members slowly dies down to your ears, only fixated on the man sat before you.

“hey.” you whisper, fingers drawing patterns on his knee. he clears his throat, leg twitching subtly, but enough for you to notice.

“hi,” he whispers back, giggling at your hushed tone. “why are we whispering?” he queries, yet his voice remains quiet. 

you shrug, biting your lip to hold back a wider grin. he rolled his eyes, his cheeks slightly red. the way he looked at you, spoke to you, listened to you. it made you feel special. does he do this to other people too?

or is it just you that makes his heart pounce faster?

your heart longs for the second option, but you shake away your thoughts. snapping out of your world when chan speaks up,

“alright guys, food’s comin’!” he exclaims, body swaying left and right out of joy. your eyes miss how seungmin never took his gaze off of you, instead lighting up when you see a delicious plate of carbonara placed before you. your mouth waters, fingers gripping onto seungmin’s knee. 

“you guys ordered for me?” your free hand dramatically placed over your chest. you feign happy tears, joining along when you hear the others laugh at your mannerisms. 

“actually, seungmin did.” hyunjin chimes, a grin spreading across his face. your brows raise, head turning to seungmin. his lips are pursed into a thin line, but curves them into a soft smile. you reciprocate it, fingers leaving his knee. you don’t notice the way he pouts as you do.

your heart is beating, pleading to flee from your chest. you are going to confess. you will.

everyone had finished eating, and minho gracefully paid for the meals ( he lost during rock, paper, scissors ). you were all leaving the restaurant satisfied and full.

your hand is intertwined with seungmin’s, palms very obviously sweaty and warm. your feet come to a halt, dragging him back as he attempts to take another step. he turns to you, brow raised in curiosity.

“is everything okay?–“ his tone is coated with concern, until you speak abruptly.

“seungmin– i.. i really like you!” you sputter, body shaking and glistening with sweat. your eyes flickering over his features, his reaction; brows raised, and eyes slightly widened. your breaths are heavy and shaking. your stomach twisting into a knot– did he not feel the same way?

“i know,” he plainly states. you feel all your worry sink into your chest and straight to your stomach. he didn’t. your face is flushed, and your body trembled at his words. you are an idiot, how could you ever think he’d like you back?

“me too.” 

your perplexity is visible on your face. he realizes the stupidity of his words and his brows knit together in frustration.

“sorry! i mean– i like you too.. i– sorry.” he reiterates, cheeks burning in a red tint, his words robbing you of your worry. he likes you back. you’re processing the situation, suddenly bursting into laughter.

“idiot! who says me too?” your eyes water; unsure if it were from relief, joy, or the heart attack seungmin had previously given you. he hits your arm lightly, mumbling a “shut up”, before pulling you back to the members.

[xreaderbooks]

SIRIUS BLACK:

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The wrong girl 7/14/18

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Summary: James’ little sister and Sirius have a moment one night that makes her feelings of friendship towards him to something more. One thing led to another leads her to believe he’s the same playboy he’s always been, until they confess the secret feelings they’ve always had for each other. 

Summer Nights 8/1/18

Word Count: 718

Warnings: None

Summary: Based off the song ‘summer nights’ from Grease Sirius and Y/N recount their summer together to their friends. 

Together 1/31/21

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N remembers her relationship with Sirius before he’s thrown in Azkaban and gets an unexpected visit from an old friend.

Part of us 2/19/21

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: Language

Summary: *request* 

Could I request a Sirius x reader where the reader is maybe a year younger and his or regulus childhood best friend and she gets sorted to gryffindor so she becomes a target for bullies so Sirius and the marauders takes her under their wing….a few years later she gets hurt and Sirius gets super protective and confess his feelings….angst and fluff??

Unspoken 5/30/23

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions cheating (?), jealousy, language

Summary: You and Sirius were friends, the best of friends, lovers? There's a thin line between love and being in love with your best friend, it seems like everyone knew, but the two of you.

'Til death do us part 6/21/23

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: nightmares

Summary: Y/n comforts her husband, Sirius, after having a nightmare, post-Azkaban. Based on THIS request.

Angelic 10/19/23

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: post-azkaban, insecurity, low self-esteem, fluff, comfort

Summary: Sirius doesn't feel himself after his time in Azkaban and you reassure him. Based off of this request.

[suckerforcate]

larissa x teacher!readerrrr

larissa teasing you about your height. likee she’s talking, and you have to look up at her to look her in the eyes, and she gets turned on by you looking up at her like that. she’s like “stop doing that” “don’t look at me” while blushing. and you’re like ??????? huh. because you literally have no idea what you’re doing wrong. but then she confesses and- yeah. 🥰

Good girl

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 718

Warning: NSWF, 18+, fingering, praise kink?

A/n: So this took a little bit of a smutty turn in the end, bust I just felt it quite fitting. Hope you agree!

It wasn't a surprise that you were way shorter than Larissa. Everyone was shorter than her. But some people were lucky enough to just be a little shorter, you on the other hand were a lot shorter. Which led to you nearly snapping your neck every time she stood in front of you. But the view was just too nice to not look.

Usually Larissa teased you about your height. Made joking comments about it or used you as an armrest. You loved it, because you always had her close, and she was touching you in some way.

The last few weeks though, she did it less. She Still joked about it, but she seemed to be nervous all the time. You were a little worried that you had done something wrong.

So when she approached you, while you were leaning on a wall you were quite happy, that she didn't avoid you completely. She stopped right in front of you, opened her mouth and closed it again. You raised an eyebrow at that, looking up at her ready to get out a cocky comment.

"Stop doing that." You were utterly confused. What had you done wrong? Still looking at her your mind rattled through every encounter you had with the Principle, desperate to find the problem.

"Don't look at me!" Your eyes hushed over her face, seeing a blush creep up her neck and graze her cheeks. She was flustered. But why?

"What's wrong? I haven't done anything?" It took all in Larissa to look you in the eyes. She was quite embarrassed of what she was about to confess.

"No, you haven't but I- oh, this is really embarrassing. I get really turned on if you look up at me like this. And we are in a corridor where students walk as soon as classes are over, I can't get horny here." That was not what you expected. At all. You had no idea of the effect you had on Larissa. But, that was something you could easily use to tease her in the future.

"Well, is that so. Are you turned on by me?" You grinned seductively. Larissa blushed even more at that, if that was even possible. She shyly nodded, and you grabbed her wrist dragging her into an empty classroom, locking the door behind you.

"Well, no one will see us here. No you can be horny." You pushed her to sit on top of the teacher's desk. Hastily you pushed her dress up, getting a little exited yourself as you saw her already soaked underwear. She desperately spread her legs for you, and you took a step forward.

Your hand fast found its way into the panties. Trying to mute the moan that slipped out of her as your fingers connected with her clit, you crashed your lips on hers.

Larissa supported herself with a hand on the desk behind her. Her other hand landed around your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her.

Your fingers rubbed her clit fast and as you felt her closer to the edge, you inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and rubbed her clit with the palm of your hand. Your other hand held her face between your fingers directed right to look at you. You wanted to see her face when she came for you.

"Are you close, love?"

"Oh god, yes. Please I need-" you slowed the movements down a little. Looking at her expectantly.

"What do you need? Use your words."

"Ah, I need you. Please, move faster." So you did, you quickened the pace and inserted a third finger.

"(Y/n), please can I come? I can't take it." Larissa was a moaning mess under your touch, you liked it.

"Oh, what a good girl. Yes, you may come."

Good girl. That was it, no one ever called her a good girl. All her previous partner expected her to be the dominant one, because she was taller. But all she wanted was to be dominated and being called a good girl was the tip of the iceberg.

Groaning and calling your name she came all over your finger. You pulled her close and let her ride out the orgasm.

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah, I suppose we should."

[twinklingstar1ights]

Flirting

Doyoung Summary: You always thought Doyoung flirting with you was just for fun, but was it really? WC:718 Warning:none

photo not mine credit to owner.

“My pretty is here,” Doyoung says, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You know he’s just being playful, but his actions and words still brought butterflies to your stomach. 

“Who said I’m your pretty?” you sassed, pulling your hand out of his.

“I did,” he sassed back. “You’ve been my pretty since the first time we met,” he states. He takes both your hands in his. 

“You play too much. What if I actually fall for you?” you joked, but you weren’t really joking at all. 

“Then I’d finally get what I want,” he says with a wink.

“Be serious Doyoung.” You pulled your hands away from his once more. 

Doyoung always flirted with you, but he flirted with others too, so even if his flirting affected your heart more than it should, you never took it as more than just Doyoung playing around. 

Little did you know Doyoung actually was serious when he was flirting with you. Sure he did flirt with others, but it was never like how he flirted with you. With others it would be a sly comment here and there, maybe a cute nickname. However with you it was constant pet names and he never used the names he called you on anyone else. Plus if you paid attention your pet names often had “my” attached to the front of it. This was because he truly wanted you to be his. He wasn’t playing around; he wanted you to be his from the first time he met you. He hoped that you would catch on to his blatant flirty, but much to his dismay you always brushed it off. Doyoung decided that he should do something to show you that his flirting with you was him being serious. 

In the past few weeks you have noticed something off with Doyoung. His flirty nature had seemed to subside. With the exception of you that is. He wasn’t flirting with anyone else, only you. It was weird he was never like this before. The butterflies in your stomach couldn’t help but grow stronger because of it too, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Who knows maybe he was playing some type of game. 

“Doyoung are you ok?” you asked him. 

“Of course I am my love, why wouldn’t I be?” he smiled at you. Resulting in your heartbeat picking up.

“I haven’t seen you flirting around like you usually do,” you comment. 

“What do you mean? I’m flirting with you,” he says. 

“That’s what I mean though. You’re only flirting with me,” you clarified. 

“You told me to be serious,” he said. 

“What?” you questioned, confused. He couldn’t possibly mean he was flirting with you seriously. That he liked you. Doyoung laced his fingers together with yours. 

“My flirting with you has always been serious y/n. You notice how I flirt with others, but haven’t you noticed it’s different when I flirt with you?” he pointed. 

“I don’t call others ‘mine’. I don’t kiss their knuckles.” He brought the back of your hand up to his lips to delicately place a kiss on your knuckles. “I don’t flirt with them everytime I talk to them. I don’t think about how cute their blushing face is.” He leaned in closer to you, causing your face to warm up. “I don’t want to kiss them.” His eyes shot down to look at your lips. 

“Doyoung,” you say.

“Do you get it now?” He leaned away from you. Now looking you in your eyes. 

“You’re saying you like me?” you questioned. Doyoung laughs lightly and squeezes your hand in his. 

“Yes, I like you,” he confesses. The butterflies in your stomach swarm and you allow them too.

“I like you too,” you confess back. “I wasn’t really joking when I asked what if I fall in love with you,” you reveal. 

“I wasn’t playing when I said I’d finally get what I want,” he tells you. A smile dances across your face. “You’re officially mine now.” He leans in and kisses your cheek.

“You’re officially mine now too.” You mirrored his action, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Even now that you’re dating Doyoung’s flirting with you doesn't stop. It’s how he shows his never ending love for you.

[saturdaysky]

A post-TM9: Reuinited shadowgast ficlet. They were so happy, you guys 🥺🥰

Read on ao3 or continue on.

--- growing sunlight, no warnings, rated G-ish T, 718 words ---

Caleb shuts the door against the afternoon sun, sealing them into comfortable privacy. The curtains on his windows are likewise shut, but light seeps through them anyway, casting the room in a warm, muted glow. Dimmed daylight will gather here for hours; like a little bubble of sunset just for us, supplies his mind. He is too glad to resist whimsy. Essek's visits always make him so.

Behind him, there is a rustle of fabric. He turns to see. 

"The beans outside are looking well," Essek states as he begins to unbuckle the fastenings of his coat. One nacre button of his collar loosens, then two, then three. A daring fourth slips open, revealing nothing but more fabric, but the sight warms Caleb anyway.

"So," Essek murmurs, mouth curling into a small grin, "it seems you are an accomplished mage, a slayer of god-serpents, and now a capable gardener. Impressive, as always." His eyes flick up. The warmth in his tease kindles the heat in Caleb's chest further. He is so very glad of this man's presence. It is a gift, each time.

"Well, they were your seeds," Caleb replies, watching the fifth button slip from its looped fastening. "I merely grew something from a base you gave me. A pattern for us, it seems."

A sixth and seventh button follow the fifth. Beneath them, Essek's next layer becomes clear: a pale cotton robe he often wears to warmer climes. It looks very good on him, Caleb remembers. Almost sheer, in the right light. He does not resist the urge to draw his eyes down Essek's form, half imagining the intimate drape of cotton, half marveling that such a regard is welcomed at all. It is new, what they have together. Still taking to the sunlight. Only beginning to flourish, Caleb hopes.

Essek spots the path of his gaze and raises his brow. He cants his chin to give Caleb a lovelier view, smugness playing around the edge of his mouth. Eight buttons, now.

"You give me much in return, but you are right. It is, ah, something of a pattern," he replies brightly, with such charming condescension that Caleb fights the urge to lean in and kiss it off his face — another new, precious indulgence he is allowed. After a moment, the smirk threatening Essek's expression makes itself known. "Though I confess your garden is among my favorite of our collaborations."

Nine buttons. The coat gap runs down to his navel, now, where fine, dark fingers have paused in its undoing. When Caleb drags his eyes back up, the smirk on Essek's face has transformed to something sweeter, hotter.

Caleb does lean in, then. Essek's mouth opens easily under his. They linger in the threshold of the doorway, drinking deeply of each other's company. Novelty and scarcity have ensured they are always a little parched of each other's presence.

"Mine, too," Caleb says when he pulls back. Essek has a freshly-kissed look about him, mussed in attractive places, flushed in others. The pale vee of his robe catches the glow of the room and blooms to gold, like Caleb has caught a bit of sunlight in his embrace. His fanciful heart decides it is true. "I did not always believe it, but...it is good to grow things. Even simple ones. To give them time, a little nourishment, care." He rests his head to Essek's, taking a moment to breathe him in. "To reap the harvest of patience. A worthy collaboration, I think."

Slim fingers fold gently around his hand, guiding it down until pearl and cloth greet his palm. The nacre buttons are cool and smooth, easily undone. He slips a tenth out of its fastening and counts: there are a dozen more below this one, waiting for his touch.

He lets out a shaky breath at the thought: Caleb has lived, again, and Essek is here, warm in his arms, basking in his touch. There is much for them to share, now that they have time to share it. Much to learn of each other; the air between them is ripe with the promise of golden hours, gathered just for them.

"Worthy?," Essek muses, quiet and close. His face is soft when leans up for another kiss, which Caleb is happy to give. "Yes, perhaps it is."

[verobatto-messy-art]

Written for @ficwip All Ships Ship Week. October 22nd!

Based on my current WIP, original light novel: "The Meaning of Ugliness." These two characters are just loyal friends in my novel, but I couldn't stop myself from ship them!

I hope you like it.

October 22

OC Cian/OC Drew fic ✅️ (718 words)

Chosen prompts: Who did this to you, Hurt/Comfort, Whump.

Title: "Loyal Love"

Author: BENKA79 (verobatto)

Rated: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of violence

Beta reader: @random-max-of-kindness

Length: 718 words

Tags: childhood friends, royalty, master/subordinate relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, sexy times, love confession, first kiss, jealousy.

Summary:

Drew and Cian finally confess their feelings for each other.

Link to Fic on AO3.

[adiluv-moved]

❥ 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 + 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ꒰𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈꒱. ˚⊹꒷

🌨️୧・꒰word count꒱ 718.

📨୧・꒰warnings꒱ none!

🍶୧・꒰adi moment꒱ based on this imagine! didn't have that much more to say for kurt and luchino i'm afraid, so maybe i'll make a full post for them another time? but yk i just had to add emily as my very first main, loml, and the character i almost s-badged ♡♡♡ hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི•̯́ ᴗ •̯̀꒱ྀི১

꒰💉꒱・Although one of the more sensible survivors, it does take Emily some time to realize that she even has a crush on you to begin with. After the... 'incident' at her clinic, it's safe to say that her circumstances weren't exactly steady enough for her to go around developing feelings—the overwhelming guilt and fear she'd been burdened with taking priority over such simple joys. While entrapment within the manor did allow her to regain some twisted sense of stability over her life, it still remained the last place she'd expected to find love... So she's very much shocked to find her face warming up after you'd thanked her for healing you mid-match.

꒰💉꒱・At first, she'll initially justify her reaction using the excuse of adrenaline—a justified reaction, considering her life is in constant danger during matches—though her reasoning doesn't exactly hold up when it continues to happen outside of matches. Usually, she hardly even thinks whenever she examines and dresses the various wounds that survivors ꒰and hunters, on rarer occasions꒱ enter the infirmary with, nor is a big deal if she has to tend to somebody that's gotten the unlucky cold or flu. Since that's the case, and she knows that it’s  the case... Why is it that her hands seem to be slightly shakier any time she's tending to you?

꒰💉꒱・While her occupation does do wonders at giving her reasons to talk to you, being the only reliable doctor within the manor certainly does come with its fair share of disadvantages. If she's not due to participate in a match, then there's somebody stumbling over to her in need of assistance. If the ever growing queue of patients has finally been cleared, she finds herself called back into the waiting room for yet another of the Baron's twisted games. And in the miraculous cases where neither of those situations are true, she's simply far too exhausted to even entertain the thought of seeking you out.

꒰💉꒱・Unlike both Kurt and Luchino, I don't think that Emily would be totally inexperienced with dating—having had a lover or two before being forced to take up her new identity. She hardly has much of an advantage at this point, though, considering just how long its been since she's experienced any sort of romance. She's especially bad with flirting, no longer anywhere near as energetic as her younger self. 

꒰💉꒱・Any hints of her feelings are incredibly subtle and easy to miss, leaving you in for quite the shock once her true intentions are revealed. What comes across to you as a friendly reminder to use the ointment she'd prescribed to you? Well, it was really just an excuse to talk to you. Her attentiveness to your well-being, along with the various supplements and vitamins that she recommends to keep you in tip-top shape? It's far more than she'd bother doing for most other survivors, by a long shot.

꒰💉꒱・She struggles a lot with her sense of guilt while crushing on you. Despite being aware of the many misdeeds of Oletus' other inhabitants, a part of her simply can't help but feel that she just doesn't deserve to have you reciprocate her feelings. As such, there are instances where she'd subconsciously sabotage herself, pushing you away in the hopes of destroying any chances of you liking her back. At the same time, however, the idea of making you uncomfortable in her presence is one she strongly dislikes—leading to a bizarre balancing act as she both pushes you away and pulls you towards her.

꒰💉꒱・For reasons mentioned in the previous headcanon, I don't see Emily as the type of person that would go out of her way to confess, though she would come clean about her growing affections for you if you decided to ask her about it. After all, it'd really only be counterintuitive for her to go and deny them if you've already started to suspect her—and she'll respect whatever decision you come to. Sure, receiving treatment might become a bit awkward if you decide to reject her, but the both of you ꒰seemingly꒱ have all the time in the world to move past it. She's not the type to hold such a thing against you, and she'd be absolutely honored if you decide to give her a chance.

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Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

This is an ongoing Masterlist for all of the Ikevamp fanfiction I do. Some stories feature more than one character but if the main focus is specific it will be listed under that character. If there is not a clear focus on one character I will put it under multiple characters. This list goes by alphabetical order for characters and post date for stories. Image credits/belongs to Cybird. Last updated July 20, 2024.

50 Follower Event

Shattered WC 1929 Comte & Arthur

To be completed WC ?? Vincent & Leonardo

Multiple Characters

A Scolding

A Winter Storm WC 3418

Another Talking To WC 490

Strawberries WC 300

Arthur

Led Away WC 1862

How Old? WC 570

Charles

Comte

A Talking To WC 560

A Plan WC 1045

Dazai

Faust

Long Nights (NSFW) WC 1183

His Strength WC 390

A Dance of Colors WC 1305

Isaac

Astronomy Lesson WC 1215

Anatomy Lesson (NSFW) WC 1796

Jean

Old Acquaintances WC 1284

Christmas Morning WC 902

Happy Birthday Jean WC 718

Loved WC 2370

Leonardo

Confession before a Storm- A Winter Storm Prequel. WC 1257

An Emotional Maelstrom- His pov for A Winter Storm. WC 2748

A Little Nudge (NSFW ) WC 3635

Near Eternity- A Little Nudge epilogue (NSFW) WC 2065

Birthday Surprise WC 900

Speechless- Pt 2 of Birthday Surprise WC 1268

Mozart

Hot Chocolate WC 330

Modern Music WC 250

Napoleon

Sebastian

Shakespeare

Merry Christmas my Juliet WC 1394

Theo

Broken Promises WC 1690

The Middle of the Night (NSFW) WC 1485

Nice To Meet You King WC 1984

Renewed (NSFW) WC 1575

A Birthday Drink WC 1034

Vincent

Have You Always WC 950

Vlad

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

In regards to the 718 discussion, it really doesn't matter if McCoy or Spock are racist (personally I think McCoy just dislikes Spock and Spock dislikes Humans including half of himself) because most people in the fandom don't write them like that anyway, and the show is from the 60s where casual racism was, in fact, the mainstream. Take it with a pinch of salt and block the Spones tag if you hate the ship that much.

Now, if SNW brings McCoy in and him and Spock are still hate crime-ing each other in 2024, then there's a discussion to be had.

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[tmf-confessions]

i cant stand the dromies + zoey. i like lia and jake, but thats because they arent assholes anymore and genuinely want to change/changed for the better. they understand that what they did was wrong and took accountability for their actions (at least jake has, we havent had enough lia screentime). but drew, zoey, henry and liam? god they’re annoying. everyone glazes them for being jerks, being extremely immature, and people also do anything in their power to defend them??? you literally cant defend them, even drew. “but jake was a bad friend!!” that didnt give him tje right to go attack hailey for the speech. that didn’t give him the right to call jake a freak. that didnt give him the right to immature when ending their friendship. liam is awful too! he thirsts over every girl he sees and its uncomfortable the way he spoke about milly in ep3! henry wont leave lia alone, and he bullies people too!! zoey.. i domt think i need to explain. they’re jerks, let them be jerks, and let some people in the fandom not like them.

confession #718

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Trystan’s Biggest Fear

Book: Crimes of Passion Pairing: Tyrstan Thorne x F!MC Words: 718 Rating: Teen Author: @moominofthevalley

[ao3feed-the100]

The Best Friend, The Ex, & a Friend's Sister

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0sp6ILa

by BlinkOnceUARmyReVeluv

The options were limited but complex; it could be her rebellious but somehow reliable best friend, Raven Reyes. Bellamy's sweet and surprising younger sister, Octavia Blake, or Clarke's cold, distant, and confusing ex-girlfriend, Lexa Woods. Either way, Clarke believes she's utterly fucked, with how she will tell each of them that they may or may not be the other parent of the fetus growing inside her.

Words: 718, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes (The 100), Octavia Blake, Lexa (The 100), Abby Griffin, Bellamy Blake, John Murphy (The 100), Indra (The 100), Titus (The 100), Anya (The 100)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Raven Reyes, Bellamy Blake & Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake/John Murphy, Bellamy Blake & John Murphy & Raven Reyes, Anya & Lexa (The 100), Anya & Octavia Blake

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Eventual Smut, but like in chapter two three and four, but not chapter one or after four, anyway, Discussion of Abortion, Love Confessions, Love/Hate, Clarke Griffin & Raven Reyes are Best Friends, Omega Clarke Griffin, Alpha Lexa (The 100), Alpha Octavia Blake, Alpha Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya & Lexa Are Siblings (The 100), Minor Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Eventual Romance, Pining, Lexa is a Mess (The 100), Girl Penis, Post-Break Up, Complicated Relationships, Fluff and Angst, Minor Luna/Raven Reyes, Jealousy, Protective Octavia Blake, Drunkenness, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Not Beta Read

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0sp6ILa

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“I always wanted a Winx Club episode or special where they have to face dark copies of themselves.”