#otome writers

[sushiyuzu]

marked by desire

sylus x fem!reader

warning: soft smut. minors dni!

you barely have time to react before sylus pins you against the wall, his hands firm on your hips, holding you in place. his red eyes bore into yours, dark with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. the air between you is thick with tension, his body pressed close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him.

“you think you can walk around like that and not expect a reaction?” his voice is low, a dangerous edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine. his fingers dig into your skin, possessive, as if he’s afraid you might slip away.

“i wasn’t—” you start, but he cuts you off with a growl, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s all hunger and need. it’s rough, demanding, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulls back just enough to speak.

“you’re mine,” sylus mutters against your mouth, his breath hot and heavy. “i’m not fond of dividing my attention.”

the words send a jolt of desire through you, his possessiveness stirring something deep within. you can feel his need for control in the way he holds you, the way his hands roam over your body, claiming every inch of you as his own.

his lips trail down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking you as his. you gasp, your hands clutching at his shirt as he moves lower, the sensation of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.

sylus doesn’t stop there. his hands slide up your torso, slipping under your top to cup your breasts, his touch firm and possessive. “these are mine too,” he growls, his eyes dark with desire as he pushes the fabric up, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze.

before you can respond, sylus dips his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. the sensation is electric, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he starts to suck, his lips and teeth working in tandem to draw out the most delicious sounds from you. you moan, your back arching into him as he lavishes attention on your breast, his free hand kneading the other, his touch rough and demanding.

“you taste so good, kitten.” sylus murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention, licking and sucking until you’re trembling in his arms, your breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

every kiss, every bite, every flick of his tongue feels like a brand, marking you as his in a way that goes beyond just words. the intensity of it all is overwhelming, your body reacting to his every touch as if you were made for him, your breasts aching for more of his attention.

sylus is relentless, his mouth moving between your breasts, leaving a trail of marks that bloom under his lips, a reminder of just how thoroughly he’s claimed you. “no one else gets to see you like this,” he growls, his voice rough with possessive desire. “no one else gets to touch you.”

you can only nod, your words lost to the pleasure coursing through your body. his dominance, his obsession with you, fuels your own desire, making you want to give him everything he demands and more.

you squirm, your hands clutching at his shirt as he moves lower, the sensation of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.

“do you understand?” sylus demands, his voice rough as his hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. “you’re mine.”

“y-yes,” you breathe, the word coming out as a whimper as his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, fingers brushing against you through your panties.

sylus smirks at your response, his eyes filled with a dark satisfaction as he presses his fingers against you, teasing. “good,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that’s just as possessive as before. his touch grows firmer, more insistent, as he rubs you through the thin fabric, drawing out moans that he swallows with every kiss.

your mind is a haze of pleasure, the feeling of sylus’s hands on you, his lips against yours, overwhelming all your senses. the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, tangled in each other, lost in the intensity of the moment.

when he finally slips his hand beneath your panties, touching your bare skin, you can’t hold back the gasp that escapes you. sylus’s eyes darken further, and he presses closer, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. “i want to hear you,” he commands, his fingers working you with a skill that leaves you trembling.

you obey, your moans filling the room as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. sylus’s mouth is everywhere, his hands relentless as he takes you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but the pleasure he gives you.

finally, when you’re on the verge of begging for him, sylus pulls back, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of you, your chest rising and falling with every ragged breath, your skin marked with his love bites. “perfect,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down your body to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly as he presses you harder against the wall.

you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you, and a fresh wave of desire floods through you. sylus grins at your reaction, his hands gripping your hips as he presses a teasing kiss to your lips, before trailing his mouth down your neck, sucking on the spot that makes you whimper.

“remember this,” sylus says, his voice dark and commanding. “you belong to me.”

and with that, he captures your lips again, pulling you into a kiss that’s both a promise and a claim, sealing the words he’s just spoken. his hands roam your body, gripping your hips as he starts to rock against you, teasing you with the promise of what’s to come. every touch, every kiss is laced with his possessive need for you, a need that you’re more than willing to satisfy.

[lavendel081]

Men. Men . Men

[equinox-86]

𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒? 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭..." 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛-𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑥𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚. 𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐱 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠, ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 "𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑛." 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐳𝐞𝐢𝐭 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒. 𝐴 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑...

"𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫."

⋆┈┈⋅───⊱༺ ��� ༻⊰───⋅┈┈⋆

The Little Red Riding Hood AU in my version is a little inspired by Alice: Madness Returns, hence why not only is her design more black, but she is also a "Red-caped Grim Reaper" who delivers her victims their last supper before taking them to the afterlife. I wanted to draw her scythe, but that was too much detail for the picture. I left it at just that :> Noctis can't fight anything cute and fluffy, that's why she doesn't try to kill Shin here

[onyourowndaisymae]

strawberries

mammon hears you're missing something from the human world. so, he decides to fetch it for you.

content + warnings: just some cute (implied) x reader, can be read as platonic, normal mammon tsundere shenanigans, fluff

word count: 952

[longer oc version coming soon?]

mammon doesn't particularly think he's a nosy person. if you're having a conversation within earshot, then surely you're comfortable with someone nearby listening in. and when it comes to matters involving you-- well, surely your first man deserves to know more about you than anyone else, right?

while casually "passing by" (and definitely not stopping outside the door to the kitchen to listen in when he hears your voice get all soft and sentimental), mammon hears you talking to beel. you're talking about something you used to eat as a kid, laughing as you share how you used to make yourself sick on summer nights eating your fill. you paint a picture with your words of yourself several decades previous, with sweet red juice dripping down your chin, leafy tops discarded in the yard as you played long into the sunset. beel eventually has to ask you to stop-- he's actively eating his own meal, but your descriptions are so colorful that his stomach howls with want anyways.

mammon's lost in thought by the time he wanders off. what were these splendorous fruits you spoke so highly of? did they have a devildom equivalent? he didn't even catch its name...

part of him wants to grab these magical fruits and use them to turn a profit. since the exchange program had been initially proposed, a small but growing faction of demons had become obsessed with anything relating to the human realm. food, clothes, entertainment, etc-- all of it was heralded as exciting and mystifying. but the other part of him wants to see if you really liked them as much as you said. he wants to hear the stories directly from you, not overheard in the hallway, on how much you loved these little fruits.

a plan begins to form in his head. he'd be flying by the seat of his pants, but...

"they're a summer-y red human fruit. y'know, with the juice that gets all over ya?"

two teenage employees stare at mammon, trying to understand what the hell he's describing. he's speaking cryptically, like he doesn't even know what he's looking for.

"sir, can you be more specific?" the employee with flaming red hair asks.

"you said a summer fruit?" the other employee, an older blonde girl, asks. "like, maybe... watermelon chunks?"

"I don't know, maybe?" mammon's face is just as befuddled as before.

"here," the ginger proposes. "how about we go get some samples and have him taste everything? maybe he'll be able to figure it out then."

mammon is left standing alone as the young girls dart off towards another market stall, whispering and plotting as they scurry together. he feels like an idiot, truly. damn you. damn you and your pretty words, your smile, the way you make him feel so in love with you that he's willing to brave a human world market by himself on a busy sunday just to make you happy. his cheeks feel warm just thinking about it.

the girls return as quick at they left, a little basket of fruit donated by some nearby stalls to help the poor confused man nearby find fruit for his beloved (a bit dramatic of a marketing pitch-- but they're not exactly wrong). they eagerly beckon him to try all of what they brought. after all, helping someone is much more interesting than, say, doing the more boring tasks in their job description.

watermelon are nice, but the moment he see the actual size of the whole fruit, he knows he's got the wrong one. cherries are too tart. he can't imagine you gleefully popping them into mouth as a child without choking and dying on a pit (humans are so fragile). raspberries are close, but he isn't quite convinced...

then he sees them pull out a fruit with the leafy green top-- if only he'd remembered that earlier-- and he knows he's found what he needed.

"what are these called?" he asks.

"strawberries?"

there's a sense of awe in your voice as you look down at the little container. your favorite childhood snack is staring back at you, and they look just as wonderful as ever. mammon's face is red as he shrugs noncommittally.

"yeah, well, whatever. those lousy witches gave 'em to me while i was up in the human realm. i figured you'd know what to do with 'em."

he's lying. you could tell he would before he even opened his mouth, but you don't mind. the berries are vibrant and pretty under the kitchen lights.

"would you like to share them with me?"

"huh?"

his confusion only makes you laugh. you take your time washing them off, telling him the stories of how much you loved eating strawberries and running around your back yard at night. you have a feeling he knows these already. but he listens intently, arms crossed as he leans back against the counter and watches you, sprinkling in some commentary now and again about how human children are strange. there's a soft look on his face as he watches you work.

finally, you back to the counter and sprinkle a light dusting of sugar on the strawberry, then hold it up for him to try. his fingers brush against yours, but you make a noise and open your mouth-- you want him to do the same. he gets red again, eyes darting around for a good several moments, before hesitantly leaning in to take a bite.

a dribble of juice trails from the corner of his lips. you smile, chest warm, and thank him for caring so much about you. his sheepish smile only makes the strawberry taste that much sweeter as you take a bite yourself.

[aestheteasteria]

How gratifying must it be for writers to see real people thirst over figments of their imagination

[astr0star5]

“𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫! ”

subaru kagami x talkative! reader

warning: fluff!

You were supposed to meet up with subaru at hotarubi, about 15 minutes ago and you were very much running late. It doesn't help because hotarubi is basically a big maze easy to get lost in. He invited you over to have some tea, and you excitedly agreed because he is very good at brewing tea or just cooking in general.

At last you finally made it to the meeting spot, where you both would usually drink tea. Upon opening the door you were greeted with just Subaru, he waved at you and smiled. "Welcome, y/n!" You polietey smilled and greeted him with a simple 'Hi'. Once you were situated and sat you looked at the tea in front of you. The smell was intoxicating.

"I hope you like it, y/n, I made it special just for you. " You nodded, "I'm most certainly going to enjoy it! Your tea is always amazing. " He chuckled and hit you with that beautiful smile again. "Oh please don't flatter me. " He says while waving his hand in the air as if he's shooing your compliment away.

"No Subaru it is actually so good in fact." You paused as you took a sip of your tea. "This one you just brewed is very good, it could cure my depression! Have you even tried the teas you brew?"

Subaru nervously laughed, "I have but I assure it is not that good or at least that's what I've been told. " You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "The person who told you it sucked probably couldn't even taste anything — they were flavor blind! "

He laughed at your comment, as you kept on going on and on about his cooking/brewing. Honestly he couldn't help but smile at you with pinch of love in his eyes as you yapped. "But anyways why did you invite me here? " Subaru snaps back for reality at the sound of your voice.

"Well I actually just wanted to see if you would like the tea I made. And if you had any suggestions to make it better... " He said with that same smile that made you believe it was true. "Oh... Well guess I already gave you my opinion didn't I... " You scratched the top of your head in slight disappointment.

"My bad Subaru, I got carried away and talked a lot. Before you could even tell me what I'm here for. You probably didn't want to-" Subaru immediately butted in, waving his arms around like an idiot, "N-No I was actually enjoying it, enjoying hearing you talk... " He trailed off a bit while saying that. A slight blush tint present on his face.

The room was silent for a brief moment as Subaru mentally beated himself up for that. All the advice Haku and Zenji gave him flew out the window. He sighed awaiting for your response because you surely have put two and two togther by now. As he sat there waiting for rejection, he was surprised to hear laughter coming from you.

"Thank you Subaru. " You said as you stopped laughing and looked him with those same eyes he looked at you with, that had a pinch of love in them. You were even blushing a bit. "I appreciate finally having someone to listen. "

Subaru didn't know how to respond at first as his face grew more red. But then he smiled at you practically melting in your presence. He knows deep down inside he will cherish that smile, that, laughter and that joy forever. Even if you won't be around forever.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Solomon x Fem! Parent! Reader || It's Okay, I'm Right Here

Word Count: 3,081

Rating: Sfw, Mature matters

Includes: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Thank you for commissioning me! @eternallyanxiousandstressed I hope everything is to your liking and again I hope that the things going on right now that may be painful heal and get better but I wish you nothing but love and luck momma!

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It's that day and to say the least you were hurting.

You knew it was happening, knew the time was coming but that didn't mean you ever enjoyed it..

You carefully watched as Solomon played with him, a chest of toys that the white haired man had even gotten for himself sat wide open as your son ran back and forth just to show off his favorite toys and things. You can see the look on his face, the smile you son gives him as he grins up at Solomon with that smile you've always loved.

Your heart is literally aching, feeling as though it's being torn apart.

Solomon was always so good with him. Ever since you both introduced the two your son had seemed interested in the man even if he was a little shy at first. You remembered the way Solomon smiled warmly at the boy who slightly hid his face and then with that flair that he always seemed to have… Solomon kneeled down on one knee to the child and with a short little chant and a sway of his fingers glitter and colorful swirls seem to form from his fingers before poof! A toy sat in his palm, one that he didn't exactly know the boy would enjoy but really hoped so.

Though Solomon isn't necessarily one who cares for the way people looked at him this was completely different. This was you and your son and after being with you for as long as he has now it only made the most since that he wanted to get along with the boy.

It seemed to have worked out quite well. You knew from the moment that Solomon had looked into your eyes that he was a good one, loving and understanding and when your son happily took the toy after a moment just to make sure it was actually alright to take. There's a moment where he looks up at Solomon, bright eyes twinkling at the sight of the gift and Solomon nods with a hum.

“It's alright, you can definitely have this.” Solomon reassured the boy, something else you had noticed the white haired male was quite good with over the timespan of your relationship.

You remembered looking at Solomon after, lifting a brow as if asking how he knew the young boy would like such a gift only to feel your cheeks warm up just a bit when he seemed to smile back knowingly.

Back then Solomon had given a little carefree shrug, a light chuckle coming from him thanks to that adorable look on your face that he always loved to see.

“He's a kid. There's not much else they usually enjoy aside from toys and candy last time I checked.”

He says with that smartass voice of his that you always seemed to love hearing and you huffed out a little laugh.

You smile carefully, looking at the scene just a few feet before you with so much love and affection whilst leaning against the doorframe. You loved catching them in these moments, seeing that carefree smile on your baby's face while he spent such important moments with Solomon who was basically the man that happily stepped up to help you raise the boy. You had caught them a few times in some rather cute moments; catching Solomon feeding the boy, guiding and teaching and correcting the boy whenever it seemed needed …like an actual father was supposed to…

Oh course you never wanted to stop your son from seeing his actual father but every time you looked at you child… his smiling little face that seemed to shined brighter than every other star in the sky, you couldn't help the clenching you felt in your heart. It wasn't that you necessarily hated or felt anything angry over your last partner and you knew that realistically your son should be allowed to see his father no matter what you and the man had gone through but as you watched these moments you couldn't help but simply wish it had been Solomon to actually be the boy's father. Though, you did love seeing that the white haired man treated your son like one anyway even without you having to ask or say anything.

Your baby deserved a father and you and Solomon had talked about it so many times, mainly because you couldn't help but feel scared… and just like the caring and adoring man he was, Solomon carefully reached his hands out to wrap around you and hold you close. Telling you that it'd be okay because whether the boy was his or not… he'd happily help take care and raise him. And that's exactly what Solomon has done since the two of you… three of you met.

The air of peace and tranquility pauses.

There's a knock at the door…

One that you all seem to notice at the very same time.

You're the closest to it and as the two look over at you, you let out a soft sigh before turning and going to the door. Solomon frowns a little, he simply can't help it because while he knows you had to do this didn't mean he had to be happy about it… He looks at your son before smiling softly and the boy seems to return the little look before Solomon gets to his feet.

“Stay right there okay?” Solomon says to the boy who shyly now seems to nod.

He follows you, your child hanging back for now, peeking around at the scene as you take your hand and unlock the knob before twisting it and just as expected he stood there… your past husband, the man you nor Solomon wanted to see but as you try to resist frowning Solomon takes his place at your side, reaching over to rub your shoulder in a way that seems to actually convince you to open the door.

You pull it open and there he stood, looking at you first as a little smile almost dares to taint his lips before falling completely at the sight of Solomon and your son who crept forward until he could grip at Solomon’s pants leg as if the sight of the boy clinging to the man was like pouring salt into an already infected wound.

There's a moment of silence and you can feel the weight of the air around you getting heavier. You were sure he was simply displeased at the sight of you raising your child with another man but Solomon stares him down, as if he's daring the other man to do something about it.

You managed to speak first, greeting the man who seems to huff in return before crossing his arms over his chest.

“I've come to pick up my son.” He says and it sends a spark of blistering rage through you because after everything the two of you have been through you thought he knew by now that if you could your son would be exactly just that, your son. You don't like that tone he uses either, the one he seemed to pull out as if he was better than you and had something to hold over your head and Solomon can practically taste the way it makes you feel.

He doesn't get angry often he'll admit but something about this ex-husband of yours could really pull Solomon into doing so. Especially when he can see that look on your face, the saddened expression that he dreaded seeing on your precious face. It's not just that either, as his eyes turn from you down to your son he can only feel more annoyed, upset at the fact that this man of all people has come just to ruin all of your day.

“Our son.” Solomon suddenly hums and the tension in the air suddenly seems to grow a lot heavier as if the air around you all had turned poisonous.

“You've come to pick up our son.” He says again and there's a moment where both you and your child perk up just from hearing Solomon say such a thing. It's not like he didn't say it often, with permission many months ago Solomon had spent hours holding you, kissing you until you cried and clung to him and felt comfortable with him being this close in your family and home and now as you savor the feeling of his hand gently squeezing your shoulder, you've never been more grateful. It calms you even while your ex seems to sneer at the man who calmly grins, smug in his stance. He knows he shouldn't pick a fight, you've told him not to before but oh does Solomon love seeing that stupid, angry look that washes over your ex's face.

If it weren't for the fact that Solomon was a sorcerer, a lesson that your ex husband was still stubbornly learning he probably would have never spent any time dealing with this man to begin with. Even resisting simply slamming the door in his face right now was rather difficult for Solomon…

You pat Solomon and without argument, without further distraction, he looks over and down at you and his smug grin falls quickly as he sees the look in your eyes, that saddened expression… it manages to shut him up for a moment all the while calming him even before Solomon allowed his own irritation over your ex to bring out the worst in himself.

“Ah, anyway..” Solomon says softly as he looks into your eyes with his own before slowly looking back at your ex who seemed even more annoyed at the sight than the blatant disrespect he was receiving. “I'll allow it, at least until I figure out just what to do with you exactly.” He finishes and there's meanings hidden behind those words, a threat spoken like the millions of spells Solomon's spoken before. All of the sudden the room feels colder, so much so that your ex seems to shiver even though he's not even standing in the house… the only one to shiver, matter of fact, considering Solomon only had the intent to affect him personally. Something else he's been working on for a while now.

“And..what's that supposed to mean?” Your ex asks now, his tone softer than he'd like it to be and Solomon smiles innocently.

“Oh nothing, just that I'm trusting you to be responsible so I don't have to correct you too harshly later on.” he hums and then silence falls over all of you, a few seconds passing just to let the words cook and simmer and then you let out a little laugh as if to lighten the overwhelming mood looking over to your son who moves closer to you, now hugging you leg as you gently run your hand through his hair. There's a soft smile that forms on his lips as he slowly looks up to you.

“He's just kidding, surely you're happy to spend time with your father right baby?” You ask softly, petting that head that you loved so much and while you do so the two men seem to glare harshly at each other, fists slowly balling up on each of them. You son looks over to his father who seems to huff lightly through his nose and Solomon follows the action in a much similar way before nodding carefully. Of course the boy always wanted to see his father. He just secretly wished… he could do so without these moments, without having to leave. Why couldn't the four of you just be together?

Sometimes he still didn't fully understand it all.

“Right, I'm only kidding.” Solomon repeats, giving another smile now as he keeps his eyes on the man before him to show that he actually wasn't ‘just kidding’, that the only reason he didn't strike him where he stood was because Solomon knew just how these things made you feel.

Silence falls over the four of you before you sigh and you say goodbye to your son, smiling at him and taking the time to kneel down and give him the biggest of hugs you could ever offer before he slowly pulls away even though it hurts both of you so much. He had to be a strong boy though, the brave and smart boy that you always found him to be. He seems to take a few steps forward to his father. The man looks at the boy before sighing, reaching out to offer his hand and your son slowly takes it, stepping out the door now.

It's a bittersweet moment, one that leaves an oily taste in your mouth as you look at your child one more time, waving bye as they go to leave but not without your baby returning the action, quickly waving his little hand like his life might have depended on it.

“Bye mommy! I'll see you and dada later, I love you!” He says like how he'd do if you were dropping him off at school or something, moments that always managed to feel like slow motion once they actually happened. Your son's words ring in your ears as you and Solomon wave goodbye though not without you yelling out to your ex to call or text if anything ever managed to happen in your absence. Begrudgingly he seems to accept your words, sighing again and you and Solomon watch at the door as the father of your child helps the young boy in before giving a wave to the both of you before pulling open the drivers door and climbing in.

The sound of the doors closing, the sound of the engine starting and gears revving makes you hurt even more and just like that, they pull off carefully before driving off.

You don't even realize the wetness in your eyes until Solomon carefully reaches out to you. As he gently cups your cheek you look at him and as your eyes connect with his own all you can see if his care for you, his undying love for you that you worried one day might disappear even though Solomon continuously corrected you each time because he was going nowhere without you being by his side. The two of you have already gone through so much and continue to do so but Solomon was happy being there with you to go through it together. The look in his eyes are genuine, focused and bright as if you were the only thing that existed in his field of sight, as if nothing else for now mattered.

Before you can stop yourself you sniffle before quickly turning into him.

You wrap your arms around his torso before pressing your face into his chest, the tears falling just being able to be close to him in a moment like this and of course Solomon returns your gesture by slowly closing the door with one hand while the other moves around you to hold you back. You arm wraps around your shoulders, his hand carefully moving and petting your hair before he moves his other arm to wrap gently around your waist. He pulls you closer as you seem to let it out. It's not like you got like this everytime, not always but you did get sad one way or another and as much as it hurts, like tearing your heart into pieces, Solomon is here… holding you, caressing you while your tears seem to wet his shirt.

“I know you always hate these days but I promise you my love that it's okay…” he hums softly, his voice like a light in the darkness that leads you to a bit of clarity.

“He'll be fine, he'll be okay.. I can promise you that.” He breathes, taking the time to lower his head and press his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath and savoring your scent that he simply loved so much. “I gave him a talisman. If anything unexpected happens we'll know. I promise.. please don't stress yourself out, it's not good for your skin.” He says with a light chuckle and it does calm you down, his words and the way he's holding you as if he worried that letting go might just break you. Even with his teasing tone you know he's serious, that his words are genuine and even though your heart was aching you felt… so, so much better knowing that Solomon had even taken the time to give your son a seal of protection just in case somehow, someway, something managed to cause any malicious harm to your baby.

Which wouldn't because Solomon had promised to always help you keep him safe.

You can't help but cry harder, so grateful to have him here with you, holding you close while telling you that you were okay.. that your son was okay with him around. He's so caring, so loving, patient… gentle, always holding you as if you were the most prized jewel in his world.

“Thank… you..” you say with a shaky tone, clinging to him because you know he doesn't mind not one bit.

He moves his hands to slowly trail up you body, over you curves and dips leaving shivers running over your skin up until he reaches your cheeks and with so much care, he holds you. He kisses the top of your head, then you cheek, then back up to your forehead until he's left peppering to sweetest kisses against your skin and like a cat getting scratched behind your ears you seem to fall completely in his hold.

“There's no need to thank me my love and you know that, you know I adore you and that boy more than I've ever adored anything else. You know I'll always be here, yes?” Solomon says softly, his eyes gentle as his voice fills your ears and you hold his arms, nuzzling his chest.

“Yes..Yes of course I know that my dear, I-I just love you so much… I'm so grateful you're here..” you breathe, calmed down as you press against him like he's a life support and he holds you like he feared you pulling away.

“I’ll never let go of you…either one of you for I love you both just as much.” He hums as he continues to hold you, taking in your scent, kissing you…loving you like you always craved to be loved.

~

[chirp-a-chirp]

Toa: It is quite dangerous for you to travel to Qelsum with me as is. You’ll be viewed as Avarian.

MC: Can I change my red eye color?

Lou: No.

MC: But you changed my eye color the night I came to Saligia! You MUST be able to—

Lou: I’m afraid it’s quite impossible.

Knight: Hey, MC’s eyes were turned blue in my book 2. For Toa’s book 2, surely you can—

Lou: Alas, no.

[mallowdarling]

Amongst demons;

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[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

I'm literally about to simply yap about a rewrite I started forever ago.

So, I'm definitely going to steer away from canon a lot more when I rewrite my rewrite lmao.

Initially I was worried about doing so. I started it because I struggle with plotting, and the plot was pretty much already there.

But I personally feel I have grown as a writer since starting it, and I think I can do a lot better than I had. I want it to be more than rewording what's already in canon, I want it to be new. Maybe not a new story, but a much more fleshed out version than I had originally planned.

Like, I want to explore a relationship with each boy before Mika choses Sam. And not just, oopsie I've kissed all of them. I want there to be conflict with the boys because they have all fallen for this woman, and she isn't even fully aware of it.

I want to explore the incubi's magic more and incorporate my headcanons better. I want to really dive deep into the possibilities of their magic and for that to terrify Mika, more than it did in canon and in my rewrite.

For example, Sam is more brute than the others, so how would that affect his magic aside from being able to feed on rage? I headcanon he can use fear enthrallment. Or how much can Erik affect dreams! Canonly he just absorbs them, but that's kind of boring lmao. I want him to be able to create them.

And some smaller headcanons as well! I like to think all of the boys have fangs for example.

I want to really work out Mika's background and explore her relationship with Harold more. This man was practically her father figure in my canon, but I would like to flesh that out more. I also decided to give Mika a power, I have now given Aron, my self-insert. I hadn't really developed Aron as a character, so in some ways, I had put her into Mika. I felt like I was writing multiple people in one character, so I failed to make her a consistent MC. Also, I want to make Mika a college student or have her already working at a job.

I want the threat of Malix to be truly explored. I failed to do this properly, and the plot was very much all over the place because I was like "Wow! Since it's a rewrite, the plot is basically written out for me!" so, I never truly sat down and thought about what I wanted to happen differently aside from ideas. I do plan to actually plot this out when I start again.

I want more hesitancy from Sam. (The boy I have chosen for the fic, because he is canon and because I live laugh love him) I want these weird fuzzy feelings in his chest to confuse him. Demons aren't able to love, so the fact he's feeling something that can only be described as such must confuse him.

There are so many more things, but these are the ones that come to mind. I am actually going to write this story and plot it out, whether that is with a million bullet points or chapter by chapter.

Really when I think about it, I'm still relatively new to writing. I started on Wattpad around mid-January of this year in attempt to gain back some cognitive skills after major surgery and because there were so many Seduce Me the Otome ideas, I wanted to read but couldn't find. I had just gotten into the fandom I have loved the game for many years, but it never went beyond playing the game and watching YouTube videos. I had never used Tumblr before and had never even heard of AO3. Wattpad was the only fanfiction website I knew about.

My point of saying that is that I am still knew to this. There are still things I'm learning and want to continue to improve. So, I am trying to have grace with myself for my lack of consistency and plotting.

It is still on hiatus, until I finish Soul Bound, I likely won't write for it at all.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[omnomnb]

to keep it real with you i do not think demons would be royalists and it's bs that diavolo is popular. mephistopheles SHOULD be seen as a massive weirdo for being so into it. DOWN WITH THE MONARCHY!!!!! DIAVOLO WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING IF PEOPLE HATED HIS ASS!!!! RADICALISE!!!!!!!

[theobsidianempress]

JJK Band AU update

So I have decided who is who:

Gojo - lead singer

Geto- Back up vocals and lead guitarist

Choso- Drummer

Nanami- Bassist

So the story goes that Shoko was apart of the band but decided to retire for something little more quiet. She still is in contact with her friends but now they need a female vocalist as well as back up guitarist. That’s where the reader comes in!

So this story will have five six diverging paths

1.) Gojo

2.) Geto

3.) Choso

4.) Nanami

5.) Poly (reader is shared Between everyone)

Each route will have a different amount of chapters but the main beats will stay the same. I will have beta readers for this because this is the first time I’ve done something like this but I wanna try damn it! Also if there are any other authors who want to collab with me on this let me know.

So now there’s the name… I really need something other than the “Sorcerers” because that shits lame and kinda of expected.

So for names I got :

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing i've noticed about obey me's story is that it generally delivers on big dramatic narrative moments, but often neglects the surrounding scenes and especially the fallout. there is of course, the oft-talked-about lesson 16, feat. mc's death that never gets brought up again, but then there's also s2's amnesia arc, which ends things with "mc has the ring so everything is completely fine forever"

om has a habit of doing this, where a realm-wide (or heck, universe-wide) problem is hand-waved away by the appearance of a convenient fix-it, which is usually either an object or just ~magic~ (magic as a plot device in om in general is handled poorly but that's a story for another day)

in some cases they just don't address the fallout at all. at least belphie talks about what he did in lesson 16 - but, see nb s2, wherein levi floods the entire devildom, submerging entire houses, and they don't bring it up again afterwards. as far as i remember too, belphie's mini-arc in this season wasn't really given room to breathe, either

but here's the main thing (spoilers for nb lessons 38 and 39)

i've just done these two lessons and in hindsight lucifer's mini-arc feels like a lot of missed potential

honestly they could have excluded diavolo entirely - his main purpose was to stall for time so that the brothers could show up. the moment where he kneels was cool (more on that moment later), but the way they've written him in means that the angels kinda. don't get to do anything? at all?

look - raphael has a gorgeous character moment at the end of 37 where he cries for the brothers' plight. like you don't understand this had so much potential!!! he didn't really do much in s1 (and might not have actually been himself??) so i was hoping this would be his chance to shine, but instead he's on the sidelines. simeon gets the most to do, and even then it's really not much. luke doesn't do anything, unless you count those blessings he and simeon give mc, but they don't really factor in at all??

what especially doesn't make sense about diavolo's role here is that lucifer turns on mc after they step in to protect him. this is meant to be a pay-off to diavolo's less savoury motivation for saving the brothers, revealed in his arc in nb s1, but all lucifer does is say it, get mad, then completely forgets about it once all is said and done

if that's all they were going to do with it, why bring it up at all? from a character standpoint, it makes more sense for mc to shield one of the angels - again, raphael this could've been your moment. (alternatively it could've been a call-back to the og s1 where mc shields luke in the underground tomb)

the appearance of the brothers was welcome, but at the same time i don't quite buy that they all got out of their respective predicaments completely fine. (also where did mephistopheles go??) lucifer also calms down very quickly, which is a great moment for the power of family, but at the same time i feel like he would've needed at least a few more dialogue boxes of him registering through his rage that his brothers were there. eh, this is more nitpicky than everything else

the brotherly moment was 10/10 though. love these guys <3

but i hated the final resolution so so much. sure, have god forgive him, whatever. but why would you end it all with a "papa loves you"???? if it had been raphael or simeon saying it, maybe i could get behind this as a symptom of the celestial realm's unhealthy society, but LUCIFER, whose greatest fear was revealed to be his father in s3 of the original story?

om has never made it seem like god's relationship with the angels was anything other than controlling and borderline abusive, and for some reason (if the poignant flashback is anything to go by) they've done a complete heel turn into "actually it's fine because he loves the angels". it could be read as representing how children often still cling to abusive/controlling parents, but i doubt it - especially coming from lucifer, who started a war and lost a sister in direct opposition to his father

and i get the whole deal with "lucifer was so beautiful as an angel" but it feels really disingenuous to the brothers' arc (about settling into the devildom and coming into their own as demons) to harp on about it. like, fuck that, have lucifer cast away the angel form, or at least have some pushback from him in the aftermath. have mc tell him "you're even more beautiful as a demon" or something

then in lesson 39 everything's back to normal. it's a very cute lesson and i had fun in the moment, but it feels off. there's no discussion of what happened, everyone's completely fine. there's got to be some psychological after-effects to all of that, no? for lucifer especially if not the brothers who got frozen as well???

though lucifer's dragon gift was very sweet. i can't stay mad at that old man

[mytalikes]

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[rekindlevn]

BTS we writers like to toss ideas around, provide feedback and just in general help support each other with writing our designated routes to the highest ability we can

but who says we can't be a little silly and tease the boys at the same time?

who do you think we are talking about below?!

[astr0star5]

“𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. ”

taiga hoshibsmi x yumeko jabami!mc

warning!: swearing, gambling, mc is werid as fuck.

I feel like overall so far before the sinstora chapter you didn't even know that you could gamble here. So you were pretty stotic and NPC-ish. But boy the minute you learn that you could gamble here your interested is piqued. You either ask Kaito to bring you down there yourself or after the first day of working with Ritsu, and he's leaving because "the business day is over". You instantly make a 360 and go straight to the casino.

You know how people were surrounding Taiga thinking he cheated because he kept on winning every game, same thing but this time it's you. You're undefeated and honestly it's getting quite boring.

Untill Taiga one day strolls in, he's bored looking for a good gamble but currently everyone was surrounding a table. As he aproches the crowd he hears angry yelling, "This shit is rigged no fucking way man!" "You've gotta be cheating, there's no way your still undefeated!" Honestly you were about tired of this, your 10th loser opponent just got up from the seat. They weren't worthy of your time, you were about ready to go home when Taiga shoved through the crowd and sat in the empty chair across from you. Smirk on his face.

Your demenar automatically changes as he lowers himself into the seat. You know Taiga's reputation you knows he's a good gambler. You bite your bottom lip (now this some real kakeguri shit), your practically itching for this. The opponent you've been waiting for! The exciment floods your body, you can't help but crack a smile and blush a bit. Honestly that shit freaked Taiga out a bit, under his breathe you could hear him calling you a werid bitch.

You manage to contain your inner 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. As the dealer tells the rules to both of you. The match was a simple game you suggested from your old school, vote rock-paper scissors. Taiga has never heard of it but was open to try.

The game is simple first, there is a voting phase, where everyone will draw rock, paper or scissors on cards and place them in a closed box so that the players cannot see it; then, the two players take three cards from that box and choose which one to play against the other.

Just like regular rock paper scissors if you draw the same card 3 times it's a draw, the rules still apply, rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper. and paper beats rock.

Once you guys were handed the chips Taiga only bet a mere half of his chips but you, you bet your whole stack. The whole casino fell quiet trying to comprehend what you just did? Everyone was thinking the same thing which was "This girl is insane!?" You heard mutters in the crowd.

Once you both took your three cards you both drew on the count of three. Rock to Scissors. Taigas face was unreadable as a grin grew on your face. Then you guys drew once more Paper to Scissors. The atmosphere felt thick, you felt like you were about to burst you were practically squirming in your seat.

You know if you lose this round you lose what you bet, which was practically 10 million yen. This one round settles everything. One more draw to see who wins just one more.

Scissors to Rock. You had lost. A blush took over your face as you sighed out. You opened up your bag at threw out 10 million yet right at him. Taiga not liking the disrespect but liking the money in his hands grinned. "Dealer, give me more chips let's play another round." You said, as you stared right into taigas eyes you e/c eyes had turned red as you stared at him grinning. His golden eyes stared right back into yours.

It was as if there was this aura surrounding you both, It was honestly scary. As both of those powerful auras were about to clash.

a/n: thanks for reading, i feel corny for writing this, but this could be a good dynamic if someone with more brain wrote it!