hiii my honeys! my name is Elle and i am a 20 year old college student and writer from chicago :) i've decided my writing needed an outlet, so here i ammmmm!!
i will write for The Empyrean (Fourth Wing Universe), Marvel, Harry Potter, Divergent, Supernatural, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, sometimes ACOTAR, and pretty much anything you'd like me too (google is my best friend)
✕ MDNI With Any of My 18+ Content ✕
yes.... i write smut ;) i love to actually BUT!
i will not write smut about anyone under the age of 19
i will not age up characters to write smut
i do not write incest or anything similar (including daddy and mommy kinks, sorry)
i do not write non-con/dub-con
i do not write smut about real people
However, i CAN write:
anything else lol
any dom or sub dynamics, i gotchu pookie
m/f : f/f : m/m: m/m/f : f/f/f : m/f/f : m/m/m i can't think of anymore but as a bisexual woman i'll write for any gender your heart (and my heart) desires
alternate universe fanfictions
I am currently head over heels in love with Ridoc Gamlyn (it's true love guys i swear) so that'll likely be the first thing i post on here
I ALSO WRITE NON-SMUT! I love angst, adventure, drama, GIVE ME IT ALL BABYYY
although i have read fanfictions on tumblr for YEARS please bear with me, i am still learning the ropes as an author on this website
I need people to learn the difference between self-conscious, subconscious, and unconscious, because I have seen writers mix them up far too often.
The one you are looking for is almost always subconscious, but most people mistake it for unconscious.
Your subconscious is a minor part of processing that happens in the background of thought. It is usually a result of familiarity or repetition with a situation or person, but not necessarily. For example:
Your character is an assassin, and is very skilled at sensing danger because of how often she is around it -> familiarity, and repetition
She gets a bad feeling about whatever is happening, and places a hand on the hilt of her dagger without thinking about it. Therefore, she places a hand on her dagger subconsciously.
Unconscious means the character is asleep, or has been knocked out. They are in a state where active thought is not possible.
So no, he did not unconsciously ruffle his hair when the cute barista complemented him, he did it subconsciously. -> note, no familiarity, nor repetition, but still an action without thought
The last one has to do with doubt and/or fear. It is an action the character is aware they are making usually in fear of judgement. Example:
A college student is sitting in the library studying for their test frantically. A group passes by whispering while looking at them, and suddenly the character feels the compulsion to fix their appearance. Then they would self-consciously fix their hair/clothes/whatever.
In summary:
Subconscious -> Action done without the character thinking about it.
Self-conscious -> Action taken by character for fear of how they are perceived
you guys omg im so sorry college has actually taken up all my time recently and i also had a death in the family im so so sorry for not updating for the last few weeks! i should be getting back on schedule soon my loves 🙏💋
I need me a boyfriend called Ridoc Gamlyn desperately
Ridoc who is all over the moon but also so damn nervous when you guys make it official. Ridoc who loves to spin you around and hear your laugh spill over. Ridoc who loves showing off your relationship and doesn’t shy away from doing so. Ridoc who compliments you over every little thing it starts to become ridiculous, and you have to calm him down. Ridoc who only calms down when you take his face between your hands and make him look at you. Ridoc who secretly likes the stern look you give him. Ridoc who also loves when you reprimand him. Ridoc who is not much taller than you and loves to take advantage of it by placing his chin on top of your head. Ridoc who loves when you place kisses all over his face. Ridoc who hates sleeping without you by his side. Ridoc who is always playing with your hair, the end of your shirt, your fingers. Ridoc who actually learns how to do your hair for you. Ridoc who loves learning new hair styles to put you in, saying how pretty you look in all of them. Ridoc who tries to come up with multiple date ideas, no matter how small, because he just cherishes your alone time together so much. Ridoc who learns how to be more vulnerable with you. Ridoc who feels his heart about to squeeze out of his chest from the way you take him so seriously and hear all his thoughts. Ridoc who feels pride swell inside him from the way you’re so emotional intelligent and offer support. Ridoc who wants to be better for you.
to the anon who requested the garrick fic…. I’m gonna kiss you on the mouth 💋💋😘😘 im so so so excited to publish it it’s almost doneee and is full of angst, fluff and smutttt!! and it got me out of my writing slump so the Ridoc fic will be done soon toooo ahhhh sit tight guys the garrick fic is coming out soon <33333
I'll Be Yours
Pairing - Ridoc Gamlyn x Reader
Summary - After the battle for Draithus, emotions are high for not only you and Ridoc, but for your dragons. In fact it almost seems like they don't hate each other as much as you thought . . .
Word Count - 3.2k
Warnings - SMUT & Language, 18+ Only!
It was over, but it didn’t feel like a victory. Fiadh landed hard, her weight hitting unevenly as she teetered for a breathless moment before forcing herself upright. You glanced over at the tear in her wing and felt the ache in your arm like it was your own injury. You slid off her carefully and moved to her front, unable to ignore the way her chest heaved with every labored breath. Your hand reached out, and in a rare, unguarded moment, she leaned into your touch, her warm breathing washing over your skin.
“I’ll be alright.” She told you, sensing the unasked question.
You blinked back the tears from your eyes, guilt weighing down on you. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered. “It was my fault.”
Her eyes narrowed at you and a huff of smoke blew your hair back. “I was already on the move before you even had the thought.”
Was that true? You tried to recall the moment you saw Ridoc freezing the wyvern, the venin rider unseen at his back. Everything was a blur, but Fiadh wasn’t one to soften the truth, not even for you.
“I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him.” She added, her hazy eyes soft like you’d never seen.
“I don’t want to sacrifice you for my mate.” You tried to tell her, stepping closer until she nuzzled into your palm again.
But she didn’t say anything, and even though she couldn’t see you, her gaze was soft, heavy with something she hadn’t yet put into words.
Before you could say anything else, the ground shook behind you, and you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. You turned anyway, the need to reach him hitting you so hard it almost hurt, a pull you didn’t bother fighting anymore.
However, instead of finding Ridoc waiting with open arms, you walked straight into a storm. The look in his eyes was dark, his face furious. “What the hell were you thinking?!” He yelled.
Yelling always did it. It triggered that part in your brain that flashed danger in bright red letters. Illogical panic surged up your throat, choking off your breath, and you stumbled backward from the perceived threat, falling straight onto Fiadh’s leg. Sensing your fear, she lowered her head, serpentine and lethal, snapping her teeth at Ridoc, preventing him from coming any closer, a growl low in her throat.
He startled back, and then looked at you, his face draining of color at the sight of you. The storm vanished from his eyes in an instant, leaving only horror. “Shit, baby I’m so sorry.” Sincerity rang in every word, and he looked crushed at his actions and what they had caused. “I would never hurt you. Never.” He said, dropping to his knees. “Please tell me you know that.” Ridoc pleaded.
You nodded, your heart rate slowly returning to normal as you continued to stare at him. “Yelling - it triggers me sometimes. I’m sorry, I know-”
“Don’t say sorry.” He interrupted. “Please just . . . tell me I can hold you.” He sounded like there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
You crawled a few feet to him, and he wrapped his arms around you like he was afraid letting go would break you both. Ridoc sat down, pulling you into his lap as he held you, and you felt tears start to trail down your cheeks when you felt him shaking. “I’m so sorry - I - I thought I lost you, and I got so fucking scared, I overreacted - I’ll never raise my voice at you like that again. I swear to Dunne-”
You knew he’d never hurt you. It was a gut reaction to his unexpected anger. “I thought I was going to lose you. You didn’t see the venin.”
“I know, and I know I would have done the same thing, but turning around and seeing you that close to dying -“ his whole body shuddered.
You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to calm him. “I’m okay. You’re okay, and I get to love you another day.” You said, and you weren’t sure whether the mantra was for you or for him.
Ridoc nodded, and you felt him starting to calm under your touch. His breath slowed, syncing with yours until the shaking stopped.
It was only when you glanced up that you noticed the noise above you. Your eyes widened as you watched Aotrom and Fiadh growling at each other, but there was something different about it than normal. There was practically no space between the two of them, almost nose to nose, and you would have been nervous, but there was no anger down the bond.
Instead, you felt . . . worry.
“Don’t look or you’ll freak them out, but I think Fiadh and Aotrom might be flirting. Do dragons . . . flirt?” You whispered.
Of course Ridoc looked, but in his defense you probably would have too. He kept his arms locked around you though, not letting an inch of space between the two of you as he studied your dragons. “I think she’s yelling at him.” He said, squinting.
“Oh she definitely is,” you replied as the growling grew louder. “But that’s how I imagine she flirts.”
For the first time, a small smile formed on Ridoc’s face. “You know what? Fair.”
Your mouth dropped as Fiadh took a step forward. For a moment you thought she was going to bite Aotrom, but then . . . She nuzzled her nose against him, then bared her neck to him. “Oh, that’s definitely flirting.”
“Holy shit,” Ridoc sounded as shocked as you did. “Did we actually manage to hook our dragons up?” He whispered, like speaking too loudly might break it.
Before you could respond though, the thunder of wings overhead interrupted the moment as Sawyer and Sliseag approached, yelling your name and Ridoc’s. The two of you stood up, running to Sawyer and pulling him into a tight, three-way hug. “Are you guys okay?” He asked.
“A few close calls, but we made it.” Ridoc said, giving Sawyer a once over. “You?”
Sawyer nodded, “Rhi’s good too, but we’ve got to get back.” When he saw your confused looks, he explained.
“Violet’s missing.”
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The next twenty-four hours were a blur. Riders were dead and missing, elders of the Empyrean were dead, but Violet was back with a ring on her finger and no memory of how it got there.
By the time the party had made it home to Aretia, you and Ridoc barely had time to do anything other than collapse on your bed in exhaustion.
Which was why you were so surprised when your eyes snapped open. The room was still dark, so you knew it was late. You were a pretty heavy sleeper, so you wondered what had been strong enough to wake you up.
You lay still, heart pounding, waiting for your body to settle.
It didn’t.
Something else pressed against your thoughts. Something impatient, restless, something that was not entirely yours.
Then it hit you.
Need crashed over you like a wave. Harsh and violent, leaving you breathless with it. Oh gods what was this? It felt like you were being dragged towards something you couldn’t ignore.
What the fuck?
Your breath caught as you felt Ridoc moving, tugging you back even closer to him, and you let out a loud moan as you felt him hard against your ass.
Oh. Oh. That was what you needed.
Fire felt like it was burning through your veins, and you couldn’t ever remember wanting Ridoc as much as you did right now. You needed him now, or you were going to burn alive.
You rolled over in his arms, and felt a strange sense of rightness settling in your chest that yes, this is what your body wanted. Gods, he was so attractive. His dark hair was stuck in several different directions, but his face was peaceful. You reached out, letting your fingertips trace his cheek, down and across his strong jaw, then to his soft lips that parted under your touch. Then your hand traveled further, down his neck to trace along his tattoo and relic.
Gods, you had to have him.
Ridoc had always been a heavy sleeper. So when you pushed him over onto his back, he didn’t wake at all. When you started trailing kisses from his neck down his chest all he did was let out a sleepy groan. It wasn’t until you pulled his boxers down and took him into your mouth that he stirred.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with sleep as his fingers slid into your hair, giving it a little tug.
The motion sent heat straight to your core, and you let out a moan as you went down further on him, gripping his thigh tight with one hand while your other slid down to relieve some of the ache in your own core. While you enjoyed giving him head, it had never felt this intense. You looked up at him under your lashes and almost came at the sight.
You’d never seen him look so needy. You’d barely put your mouth on him, and he already looked close to losing it. His muscles were tensing, and you watched his chest rise and fall rapidly.
It turned you on even more.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked.
He practically leapt off the bed, and you let out a pleased moan at the sight, the vibration seeming to make him feel even more unhinged.
You started to go even further, but he used his grip on your hair to tug you off. You pouted up at him, even though the tug on your hair had you grinding into the sheets.
“Baby, as much as I love what you’re doing.” He said breathlessly. “I need to be inside of you right now.”
Well, you couldn’t complain about that.
Within seconds, Ridoc had you flipped on your back and slammed inside of you. “Oh, fuck, Ridoc.” You moaned, your fingers clutching onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin.
Oh Gods, yes, this was what you needed. Your whole mind seemed to be going blank. All you could think about was how incredible he felt. How much you loved this man. Needed this man. You couldn’t picture ever wanting anyone else when he made you feel like this.
You lifted your hips to meet his next thrust, and the groan he made sent heat straight to your core. This was going to be the fastest orgasm of your life. You could feel it hovering, closer and closer every time your hips met Ridoc’s.
You would have been embarrassed if you couldn’t see the signs of Ridoc’s impending release as well. His movements were becoming erratic, out of rhythm, and focused on one goal.
Your release.
Ridoc bent down over you, took your breast in his mouth, and you were so close that was all it took.
But there was something different about this one. Your orgasm didn’t just crash over you.
It exploded.
White blinded your eyes, and your mind shut down completely. It was like there had been an actual collision in your head, leaving you feeling limp and weak. You could barely even feel it when Ridoc released inside of you, so lost in your own pleasure it almost felt like you were floating.
Slowly, air came back to your lungs, and you felt Ridoc easing down on top of you, burying his face in your neck and leaving soft kisses against your neck.
You wrapped your legs around him, letting out another moan as he rolled his hips against yours and his kisses turned more sensual. “Ridoc, what’s happening?” You murmured, because clearly something was. You felt insatiable.
“Fuck, I don’t know.” He replied, “All I know is I need you so fucking bad right now.” Ridoc groaned as your hands reached up and tangled in his hair. “Please tell me I can have you again.”
“Gods, yes,” You didn’t even hesitate, tugging him down for a messy kiss that he returned all too eagerly.
You might not have a clue what was going on, but you were going to take advantage of every second of feeling this way.
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You’d never been so sore in your whole life.
Of course you’d never felt as satisfied either.
You rolled over to find your boyfriend on his stomach, and if he hadn’t been snoring so loud, you would have thought he was dead. While you still wanted him, it was nothing like last night, no firestorm under your skin, no frantic edge to it. You had no clue what had come over either of you then.
But it was amazing.
You let your hand rest on the small of his back, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his shoulder, smiling against his skin when he cut himself off mid snore with a groan, reaching behind him blindly for your hand. He rolled over on his side, pulling your arm around him until you were cuddled against his back.
“Sorry,” You murmured automatically, leaving an apology kiss against the place where his shoulder met his neck. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Ridoc let out another groan. “Is a sex hangover a thing? I think I have one.”
You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, leaving more kisses in a line up his neck. “You mean to tell me you’re worn out from sex? I never thought this day would come.” You teased, giving him a playful nip. “And do I need to remind you that you are the one who said, ‘one more’, three times last night?”
Ridoc’s thumb started stroking the outside of your palm, and he shot you a grin over his shoulder. “If you weren’t so hot, I wouldn’t want to have sex with you all the time, so really, this is on you.”
“Well, the same goes to you.” You couldn’t help but take another moment to admire him first thing in the morning. His hair was still all over the place, as if someone had run their fingers through it several times, which if you recalled correctly, you had. His neck was marked in places you didn’t remember kissing so thoroughly, and faint scratches lined his shoulders.
Damn. You usually weren’t one to be so . . . unrestrained.
“Ridoc . . . there was something different last night, right? I mean I felt like I just couldn’t . . . stop.” You admitted, settling your head back down on the pillow beside him as he used your arm to pull you even closer.
“I felt the same.” Ridoc admitted, his hand now tracing lines up and down your arm. “I thought maybe it was the adrenaline from the day.”
That was possible, right?
“But I didn’t hate it.” He added quietly, and even though he wasn’t facing you, you were sure he was smirking.
You let out a little laugh, “Of course you -”
“We need you outside.” Fiadh’s voice was so sudden that you jumped.
“Now?” You had assumed that Fiadh would have wanted some extra time to recover after her injury yesterday.
She growled at the thoughts in your mind. “I am fine. The mender took care of me. Get out here. Now. And bring your . . . mate.”
What the hell? Why would Fiadh want Ridoc there too? You wanted to ask, but you knew the question wouldn’t be answered. “We’ve got to get dressed.” You told Ridoc, giving another quick kiss to his shoulder. “Fiadh needs to see us.”
Ridoc sat up, his brow furrowing. “Is she going to set me on fire for yesterday?” He asked, only half joking.
You sat up too, brushing some hair out of his face. “No, and I told you you’re forgiven for that.” You gave him a little smile. “I almost yelled at you too.”
He caught your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“I know.” You said, squeezing his hand. You believed him.
The two of you dressed quickly after that, not wasting any more time as you hurried outside to meet your dragon. When you met Fiadh, you were surprised to find that Aotrom was there as well. “Is it just me,” Ridoc murmured in your ear, “or does this feel like an intervention?”
“Something like that.” You replied, eyes locked on your dragon.
You knew her better than anyone in the universe, and you could tell that something was . . . different. The constant tension that normally defined her, every line sharp, every muscle coiled, was gone. It was almost like she was relaxed. Something you’d never seen before. You also couldn’t help but notice how close she was to Aotrom. An amount of space that a week ago would have earned him a warning growl, or worse.
“I always knew you were more observant than the other riders.” Fiadh’s gravelly voice echoed down your bond.
“And what exactly am I observing?” You asked her, not bothering to keep your conversation confined to your bond since she had asked Ridoc to join the two of you.
Your eyes widened as you watched Aotrom nudge against the side of her face with his nose, almost like he was whispering to her. You felt Ridoc’s squeeze of your hand, realizing he was noting the same thing.
“We have chosen to be mates.”
You had to control yourself so you didn’t jump, because the voice that echoed through your mind was not the voice of your dragon. No, this one, while still gravely, felt almost static inducing, crackling against your thoughts.
And there was only one dragon whose voice it made sense to be.
Your eyes locked on Aotrom, who almost seemed to be . . . smirking at you. “Is that really what you sound like?” You asked, a little stunned.
“Wait, did you - did you just hear him?” Ridoc interrupted, eyes wide, his grip on your hand tightening.
“We can talk to both of you now. One of the many new things you will discover now that we are mates.” Fiadh spoke, and by the way Ridoc’s mouth dropped, you got the feeling he could hear her as well. “Not that there will be much of that.” She added, and even though she couldn’t see him, her gaze was still disapproving as she tilted her head unmistakably toward Ridoc.
“You’ll also be able to talk to each other through your own bonds now.” Aotrom added.
“Our own -?”
But before you could ask anything else, Fiadh cut in. “I assume the two of you understand what this means for you?”
“It means no separating.” You glanced over at Ridoc’s reassuring squeeze of your hand to find him already looking at you. “You’re really stuck with me now.”
Heat flooded your cheeks,a warm, steady happiness settling in your chest. You could think of much worse things than being stuck with Ridoc the rest of your life.
“Unless death tears us all apart.”
It was then that you remembered something else. One of the reasons Violet had become such a target. Your eyes flashed back to Fiadh, and even though you knew she couldn’t see you, it felt like she could. Her sharp gaze studying your features like she was trying to get you to understand what was at stake.
Fiadh’s words were a warning.
Because now, if one of you died, there was a very real chance the rest would follow.
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This isn’t a big thing in England (that I’m aware of) but I’m still reblogging this because I have American mutuals and followers! Please please stay safe guys
hey honeyssss sorry for the late Ridoc post update ughhh I expected to have it up yesterday but with new years coming up it’ll be sometime next week instead. sorry my darlings! it’ll be up soon though! 💋
