the true dawn

has yet to come.

[noctuaas]

"welcome to the dawn winery! please, as the lady of the house, allow me to show you around."

≡ ERI. mid twenties. she/her. fictional redhead connoisseur!

byf // masterlist // about // ao3

WATCHING. outlander and the apothecary diaries

READING. a game of thrones by geoge r.r. martin

enter at your own risk! this blog contains 18+ material and spoilers.

[ianime0]

Wind Breaker || Tsubaki-chan (Tasuku Tsubakino) Episode 18

[wttcsms]

please look at the cutest lil commission i got from @honniisun 😭😭

[soursoppi]

HYV Clark Kent meets HYV Bruce Wayne

[tohruies]

marginalia #1 ⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ boothill x afab!reader ⋆ nsfw — mdni ⋆ he calls you sugarplum

it’s so devastating to think about making love with boothill because he cannot derive pleasure from sex in the same way you do.

sure, he can feel you on his tongue, your sugary stickiness to his lips, your hands cradling the craters of his cheeks as you whimper into his mouth how you adore, adore, adore him more than life itself— but this pain of love in your sinew will never ever grow greater than some phantom ache pulsing through his blood. inorganic and cornflower blue.

he will never fully feel how tenderly your walls hug his cock— as tender as you hold him to your heart— welcoming him home with each kiss of the spongy, silicon tip to the door of your womb. or how it weeps for him, because of him, stringy dew upon stringy dew that laves lines over the meat of an artificial shaft. your cunt weeps, and so too do your eyes each time you land yourself tangled between his limbs, all sharp shards of sky, glass stalagmite.

you’re lovestruck and dumb under his thumb, fucked out, blissed out— swallowing down sniffles and tiny hiccups of your chest. “do you think you’ll ever be able to feel as good as you make me feel?”

boothill chuckles and his eyes narrow into a devilish stare, muted and soft ‘round the edges, as he gives your ragdoll-limp frame a once over.

you’re out of breath. he’s not. he’ll never be.

“always fussin’ over me, ain’t cha? i feel plenty good just bein’ able to hear all those adorable sounds i can get outta you, heh.” he muses, dipping his head down to your chest to seal himself upon your heart. “you don’t gotta worry about me, sugarplum. don’t gotta worry your pretty lil’ head with ol’ boothill.”

you feel him sigh and smile over your skin, but he doesn’t allow himself to grace you with the sight of its wistfulness, nor does he give your question a proper answer.

because his pleasure will always be your pleasure, and that’s the only thing it’ll ever be.

[salr0ka-deactivated20250623]

it's not a red string of fate those two are bound by dog collars and a steel chain

[nanakorobiyaokii]

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十亀 条 by nii satoru. ✿

[cerberels]

taps mic

can i say something without yall getting mad at me

[cerberels]

personally i think wriolette as a romantic ship is predatory and weird ://

based on wriothesley and sigewinne's character stories we know that wriothesley was a teenager (likely between 14-16) when he was convicted and sent to the fortress of meropide. it would be one thing if neuvillette didn't recognize wrio when he became the administrator of the fortress or keep tabs on him via sigewinne as he served out his sentence but he did!

excerpt from sigewinne character story 3:

"Neuvillette's reply that time came a good while earlier than usual. He seemed to have recognized the young man Sigewinne had mentioned, and requested that she took close care of him. Although he wrote in the same officialese as usual, Sigewinne could sense that he was following this young man with interest."

and in sigewinne's story quest, neuvi says this to wrio:

this is all objectively canon. neuvi (who, remember, is like 500+ years old) is aware of this age gap and he took care to follow along with wrio's progression while wrio was still super young. also, neuvillette was the one who presided over wriothesley's trial and had an immense position of power over him when he sent wrio to the fortress.

personally, i think that dynamic is fine if you think about it as two colleagues that have history with each other and nothing more. but when a romantic element is added into their relationship, it has a power/age imbalance that (TO ME) is immoral. and i don't believe that neuvillette, who is quite literally the embodiment of justice in fontaine, wouldn't see any issue with that.

don't get me wrong, i think wriothesley and neuvillette have a very interesting dynamic and i like the interactions they have in canon. but i think most wriolette shippers were quick to see the 2 tall male characters in fontaine and pair them together without thinking of the details of their backgrounds and their relationship to one another.

that's all please don't burn me at the stake

[johnbottoms]

its kind of beyond fucked up that u don't even have to be born in the 90s to be in ur 20s anymore. like they're letting just fucking anyone be 20 now. u were born in 2004? sure yeah u can be 20 this year yeah no whatever man it's cool . what the heeellllllll

[cerberels]

EREN HEADCANONS PT. 2

— PAIRING: eren x reader

— SYNOPSIS: general + modern!au hc’s for my boy (pt. 1 here)

— CONTAINS: no warnings! i just have a lot of feelings

— he wishes he liked reading more. he grew up listening to armin rave and ramble about every book under the sun so he tried multiple times to sit down and read but he just doesn’t have the attention span for it. he did like the hunger games books but would rather just watch the movies.

— when he was 7 he insisted on pushing the cart when carla took him grocery shopping and he proceeded to ram it right into her legs so now he is banned from pushing the cart when he goes to the store with her even at his grown ass age

— his pet peeve is when people cancel plans at the last minute. he gets unnecessarily angry about it and you have to explain to him “eren, sometimes people just aren’t in the mood and it’s better to wait!” and he whines and groans about how he was looking forward to it and why did he waste his time getting his chores done early only for jean to cancel bros’ night????

— he’s actually a huge clean freak. like he wakes up and grabs his handheld vacuum first thing and is going over the floors even though he swept them last night because he’s convinced there’s still crumbs on the floor. if you’re kind of a slob you’re in luck bc he’s basically a built in maid lol

— if money was no object he would want to live somewhere in a nice hilly area with a sick ass custom built house on a big patch of property, close enough to a major city to be able to go do cool stuff but far enough away to have some privacy and to escape light pollution.

— he grows his hair out into the classic s4 man bun in college but before he starts with job interviews he cuts it off into the cabin eren look. he still keeps hair ties on his wrist and says they’re for you but he really just keeps them there out of habit

— he doesn’t like meeting new people. if one of his friends starts dating someone he doesn’t know, they better be absolutely incredible for him to even consider liking them.

— on that note, if you ever bring up a past friend or an ex, his mood goes down a steep decline. at first you think he’s being weird and toxic and possessive, but as time goes on you realize that he just genuinely wants the best for you and if anyone was stupid enough to break your heart, why should he like them?

— looooves it when you infodump to him. you could be talking to him about watching paint dry on a wall and he would be riveted the whole time

— absolutely awful with power tools. do not let him near a drill. he cannot find a stud to save his life, so you better get real good at looking up youtube tutorials on how to hang things on your walls.

— asked you to teach him how to tightline his eyes so he could have emo eyeliner for nights out but the second the pencil touched his waterline he jumped away as if you had burned him with a hot iron. turns out he does NOT like having things anywhere near his eyes

— when y’all go to concerts he tries so hard to look like the classic amusement park pda couple bc he needs everyone at the venue to know you’re taken. (“eren, holding my hand and glaring at everyone is enough. it’s hot and i don’t want you sweating all over me.” “just think of it as me marking you with my scent. like a dog.”)

— is so so happy when he sees you getting along with his family, especially his mom. he loves his family and he loves you and he wants you to be his family one day, so seeing you fit right in is a dream come true for him <3

— MASTERLIST.

[vashatxt]

i'm always so fixated on blade being pathetic and dumb for kafka, worshipping the ground she walks on and falling apart at her command that it's taken me THIS long to start thinking about sub!kafka and... god... it's perfect because the former still applies, blade still worships her, he would do anything to make her feel good, and she lets him do his worst.

it's a different kind of trust. maybe she's only like this with blade. he's the only one to get her on her knees, looking up with tears in her eyes, hands obediently folded behind her back and thighs clenching. blade makes her feel small and pretty and fragile, like a doll. blade, who has big rough hands either calloused or bandaged, who wears his years of anguish on his once innocent face, who can make his voice sound so, so harsh, so coarse. even if kafka has to spend time coaxing him or working up his confidence, it's worth it, and she doesn't make him feel embarrassed, because when he sees what he can do to her with just his fingers, his touch and filthy words spilling from his mouth, he's addicted.

maybe this is another way he can gain control over the mara, a way to quell it. maybe even pre-emptively. maybe he can work it out like pent up energy before bed by rawing kafka from behind, his fingers shoved into her mouth to quieten her, because she is SUCH a screamer. she moans and whines and bites at him and gags, they're both messy and overstimulated and when blade spills his load in her cunt he's dizzy and his knees buckle, and kafka is able to vocalise properly again. blade musters up his stamina, cock aching and stomach hollow, exhausted - throwing himself across kafka's body, latching onto one of her nipples and sucking while his hand trails down to her soaking wet pussy; his thumb rubbing rough circles across her clit while he pumps in and out of her with two fingers until she cums, too. all to the soundtrack of her crying his name, and the pain of her nails digging into his skin.

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[wttcsms]

💖 second couple syndrome! one shot event;

˗ˏˋ second couple syndrome ´ˎ˗ when you find yourself rooting for/being more invested in the secondary couple as opposed to the main pairing

˗ˏˋ about this event ´ˎ˗ just like how secondary couples don't get much screen time to develop their story, this event is accepting requests only for characters that are underloved, underappreciated, and/or undervalued. whether it's because they're forgotten by the fandom in general, the fandom itself is underrated, or their canon screen time totals up to six minutes and five lines of dialogue, it doesn't matter. this event is their shot at being the main character and getting the happy ending for once!

˗ˏˋ more about this event ´ˎ˗ going with the secondary couple theme & playing on the fact that this is for the more "forgotten" characters, the prompt requests are going to be based on pairings that would most likely be the usual secondary couple's trope!

˗ˏˋ rules ´ˎ˗ -> this is for underrated characters only. while there's no hard min/max, if i look up your requested little guy and he has more than 4 pages worth of fics on ao3 or his tumblr x reader tag is very much still active, i don't want to see that request!! for ex: don't ask for oikawa or gojo. be so for real with me rn -> please specify whether you want nsfw or sfw. -> the prompts to pick from aren't hardcoded, meaning it doesn't have to be that specific au!! if you want, i can tailor it to canon, or if you kinda get the gist of what i was getting at, you can follow that pattern & create your own 'second couple pairing trope' &lt;;3 -> fandoms i write for: haikyuu, bnha, blue lock, cod, jujutsu kaisen, aot, genshin impact, honkai star rail

˗ˏˋ prompts to pick from ´ˎ˗ -> instead of the ceo x secretary, it's the ceo's right hand man x the secretary's bestie -> instead of the troubled pop star x heart of gold bf, it's the pop star's stressed out manager x pop star's equally stressed out publicist -> instead of the high ranking employee x lower ranked employee, it's the two interns who are both competing for the one full-time offer -> instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it's the good girl's boy best friend (who's been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who's her complete opposite -> instead of the college tutor x the athlete, it's the athlete's coach x the athlete's professor whose class they're failing -> instead of the dilf x babysitter, it's the newly divorced woman x her new hot neighbor that's always willing to lend a hand -> instead of the down on her luck stripper x rich ceo (who just happens to be at a strip club??), it's the sarcastic nightclub bouncer x babyfaced reader whose real ID he just broke -> instead of the barista x her future sugar daddy, it's the owner of the cafe x the owner of the cafe's biggest competitor -> instead of the lawyer x down on their luck client, it's the police officer x the district attorney -> instead of the mortal x the god, it's the two immortal gods who've had a bone to pick with each other for eons -> instead of the journalist x the celeb, it's the up and coming podcaster/social media star x their number one hater -> instead of the normal girl x the ceo getting into a marriage of convenience, it's the ceo's shopaholic sister x the normal girl's brother who happens to be the deliveryman -> instead of the hot, rich older man x the poor naive girl, it's the hot, rich older man x the spoiled heiress who's not so easy to impress or get -> instead of the maneater x womanizer, it's the happy go lucky lover girl x cute lovable idiot with zero game & has never had a girlfriend ever -> instead of the soldier x the civilian, it's the mercenary-for-hire x spy on the run -> instead of the knight x the princess, it's the king's royal advisor x the princess's lady-in-waiting

˗ˏˋ requests ´ˎ˗

[trashy-greyjoy]

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

[chaldeanu-deactivated20240902]

FASCINATION. ට neuvillette & fem!reader

ට info; nsfw (mdni!) explicit mention of "womanly body", oral (reader receiving), bits of praise kink — 1.0k

"i barely knew that womanly bodies can be so fascinating..." he hums to himself while his gentle amethyst eyes wander through your trembling frame, catching on every little detail like the rosy blush in your breasts or goosebumps along the forearms.

the sensation of being stripped down mentally while he examines each inch of you causes your thighs to rub against one another in a futile attempt at calming the heat in your crotch, but it only seems to stoke the flames when his piercing stare locks with yours and stay there, unblinking. his lips part into a tender smile that makes your lower region twitch in excitement.

oh, how badly you want this — to be touched by his slender hands, to squirm because of his elegant fingers, to moan out his title in an attempt to encourage him to devour your soul.

a sigh pushes past your plump lips and they stay parted for him, an unconscious invitation that doesn't go unnoticed by his careful gaze. but he's already going down on his knees before your figure and his gloves flow beside your curves until he hooks his fingers behind the lace of your skirt. his movements are so slow it's driving you crazy with desire. your heart is pounding inside your chest while his face is mere inches away from your clothed pussy, and the heat of his breath caressing the sensitive skin in that area makes you melt. you're already wet from his previous sweet praises and touches, the glistening slick bedewing the inner part of your thighs.

without looking up, neuvillette places a tender kiss on the front of your dampened panties and purrs against the soft fabric. you feel a blush creeping along the skin of your face, spreading to the top of your breasts.

"i see you're enjoying yourself immensely," he says with a hint of fascination in his tone.

your hips jolt towards him when his nose brushes your clothed clit while his mouth travels along your covered folds. his lips stop upon reaching the hem of the underwear and his fingers push beneath the sides until it slides down your legs, revealing the most vulnerable part of you to his wandering eyes.

he places another kiss on your puffy cunt, this time bare and direct.

"it's intoxicating, the smell of your lust," he muses before giving a long and slow lick along your slit. his palms press gently against your plump ass and bring you closer towards his needy lips, ready to consume all the honey between your shaky thighs. he kisses around the whole area, then licks up towards the top and finally wraps his warm mouth around the hood of your throbbing bundle of nerves. the way he sucks at the sensitive spot elicits a wanton moan from you that only encourages him more.

you buck your hips towards his hungry face when the tip of his tongue enters your soaked entrance and the feeling of him exploring the inner parts of you drives you insane. his face is still pressed against you, eagerly drinking the slick from the source, and you discern his nose bump against your clit with every flick of his skilful muscle. your legs are barely holding your weight together and it seems as if your core is the only thing preventing you from collapsing, anchoring you into reality.

the pleasure is mind-numbing and you can't hold back the lewd sobs spilling out from the corners of your mouth. his eyes are closed in concentration, relishing the taste of your desire and committing each movement to his memory. he sucks at your folds again and withdraws from the inside while one of his gloved hands finds the way in between your trembling knees, replacing the emptiness with his slender fingers. they slide with ease deep into your pussy, the excess of your essence adding to the pleasant sensation.

"your body is so receptive," his gentle voice reaches your clouded mind, "and delicious."

neuvillette starts licking up towards the sensitive pearl and pushes his fingers inside again, faster and deeper with every thrust. you can feel the muscles of your lower region convulsing around his agile digits and you know you won't last much longer with how relentless his assault on your core is, the scissoring motion hypnotising. you buckle abruptly but his other palm presses against the small of your back, steadying your shaking form.

you're almost there, hovering above the edge of rapture. his fingers stretch your insides and the wet sounds echo throughout the room, the squelching mixed with your wails and his quiet hums, the wetness seeping in streams down your thighs. you sense his hand pushing against the curve of your back, arching your spine to gain more access and his mouth engulfs your swollen clit again while his digits curl inside your throbbing walls, pressing right onto the sensitive spot.

a drawn-out moan signals your release and your hips stutter while the waves of pleasure take over your trembling form. neuvillette's tongue licks through the mess of your essence and his mouth drinks the abundant slick oozing out from the abused hole, the excess dripping onto the floor beneath your weak legs. the afterglow leaves your body relaxed and sated, him now merely pressing light kisses against your heated crotch. your figure slumps into his embrace, no strength or balance left in your knees, and he gently lays you on the floor.

he's wiping his soaked chin with his sleeve while a tender smile appears on his lips, his high cheekbones flushed from the efforts. his amethyst eyes sparkle as he observes your exhausted frame sprawled beneath him.

the silver-haired man bends his upper half until his face is right next to your ear.

"such an exquisite flavour," he murmurs, "one could think you can even compete with the fresh water from the purest of fontaine springs."

© manu ✦ do not repost, copy, edit. thank you!

[saintkunii]

Weighted Blanket

PAIRING. Diluc x F!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut, morning sex, pronebone, crossposted from ao3 (I'm reposting my old works here again)

WC: 1.5k

MINORS DNI

You're drowning in a sea of red, limbs trapped under a heavy weight. You couldn't move your arms, you could barely move your legs, it's too constricting for you to even lift a finger. Groggily, you stir in an attempt to break free.

"Diluc…" your voice comes out hoarse and whining, forehead crumpled in a frown as you pull your arms from underneath your husband's hold, caging you as he lays on top with his face nestled against your neck. His arms are on your sides, so close that he doesn't even leave any space for maneuver, too close that the warmth of his every exhale almost lures you back to sleep. The cold weather makes him an even effective personal heater. 

"...hm."

The vibrations of his chest as he hummed in response tickled your skin. He feels so comfortable in his position as he stays still at the cost of your own personal space and possible asphyxiation like he has no plans of moving anytime soon.

Diluc gets especially clingy in the morning, in the haze of a peaceful dawn. It’s not an unusual occurrence and as much as you love him and the thought that he can relax in your presence, you'd rather not want to die in his arms no matter how honorable it seems. 

Crushed to death by a dashing man doesn't seem too good as your obituary. 

"...luc" you called out again in a more slightly irritated tone. "...hmmvy." 

You try to convey that he's crushing you with his weight but the sleepiness slurred your speech.

He nuzzles further into your neck, nose brushing against your skin and he inhales.

You wiggle in place trying to escape again when you feel him tighten his grip.

"Stop moving…" he whispers, tone heavy with sleepiness as well as he presses some kisses on your neck. 

"...off" 

For what felt like forever, you're finally granted amnesty from the burden of your husband as he rolls aside without breaking his embrace. He presses your back against his chest as you turn to your side to doze back again to dreamworld. 

Silence falls once more. Only the sound of your soft breathing can be heard and the tickle of the grandfather clock that lays a couple of feet away. 

If only it was that easy. 

Diluc seems to entertain another plan as he slides a hand under your shirt, rough and calloused palm circling your stomach before it trails upward to your boob, squeezing it with barely any strength. It's like he's toying with it, fondling so softly and taking his time as you snore in your sleep. With your feet tangled, he pushes his thighs up bumping it against your ass and he couldn't help himself from grinding his hips, slowly and lazily rubbing his cock against the fats of your flesh.

You relax comfortably in his robust arms, tethering between dreams and reality as warmth blossoms on your abdomen. A sigh leaves your lips when you feel him behind you. 

It feels so cozy to lay perfectly like this on a sunday morning. A day where both of you have no need to be up early. 

Drowsiness kept your eyes shut but you swore you felt your husband on your neck again, his chapped lips planting kisses everywhere he touched. His lips would stay on your skin for a while there as he breathes down on the curve of your neck. 

The gentle rocking of his hips only spurned you on, succumbing you to his intentions. With your eyes still closed, you covered his knuckles with your hand, interrupting his kneading, and brought it down to your sex where he cups you through your flimsy shorts.

Diluc dips his finger through the bands of your shorts and slides to the entrance of your hole. 

You're a little wet. Not enough for him so he gathers up some of your slick, spreading it within your folds as he deliberately swipes your clit.

He draws out a sigh from you at the contact, almost a moan, probably a whine too as he massages, softly and casually.

The nonchalance almost made you forget about the growing hardness pressed closely on your bum. 

You blink a few times, head turning to your side. Like you, he's barely even awake.

Even as he feels you stir, he only cracks an eye at you and latches on your lips, mouth hot and sloppy as he parts them.

Diluc is a gentle soul, the thought of you warmly snuggled in his embrace has him spill his entirety in your caress.  

Not a word is exchanged. You didn't have to as you talk with your body. He's familiar with it, knows all the places that make you squirm in heat, has unlocked all the areas you're not even aware could make you melt. He had done this countless times and yet he could never really satiate his hunger to feel more of you, to make you feel whole, and to see you at your most vulnerable state, laid bare for him to worship. He knows just where exactly to touch.

You hum against his lips when he pokes a finger inside you, loosely stroking your walls at a snail pace. He drags it, unbothered by your thighs clamping his hands.

He's patient in his ministrations, kissing your supple lips in fervent fashion laced with the haziness of morning. He taps and rubs almost like he's scraping your insides. The pleasure running all over you brings you in and out of your drowsy state, waking you every once in a while. From the sighs he hears from you, Diluc can tell you're quite enjoying this yourself even if you're merely reacting from his actions out of instinct. 

A soft gasp comes from your mouth when he joins another finger in, scissoring you as he stretches you out slowly. Heaving more than ever, his breath becomes more laborious, panting in your kiss and his strokes pick up pace, dizzying, electrifying, heat pools in your legs as you gush around his fingers.

It's hot. Your whole body trembles as your tongues crossed, saliva joining in your messy kisses, tongue to tongue proding each other's mouth.

You're almost there. The ghost of your climax hovering just around.

But before you catch that relief, he pulls his fingers out, pushes down the garters of his boxers to free his erection, and you whine at the lost contact.  

You arch your back towards him, ass rubbing against his hips in anticipation. Using your fingers, you stretch yourself wide open for easy access to your husband. 

You feel the burning touch of Diluc's tip pushing past your entrance. His cock throbs as he sinks deeper into your cunt, bottoming out with one languid stroke that has you stretching your toes at the intrusion. He groans, quaking as he puts his weight again on you, pressing you until you lie on your stomach, face buried against the sheets, and keeping you closer to him. His legs are on your side trapping your thighs.

Soaking in the high of your whines and breathy gasp of his name from your lips, he moves his hips in a tender roll, slow and careful but with more focus on your sweet spot. 

He nips along the column of your spine. Affectionate brushes of his lips spill from his being as he marks your nape with his bites that you shiver. He pants raggedly along your neck as he fluidly pushes forward inside you and out again, carving deeply into you.

The delicious stretch of your hole got you sucking him in that it's all you could think about. The feel of his touch, the weight of his body on you, skin slapping skin. 

Diluc's rough palms come to your hips and ruts into you, drawing a deep guttural sigh once in a while as you lay weakly under him, your hands fisting the covers as it drowns your ecstasy. You're so tight in this position, pulling him even further in at how easily he can reach your gspot like this. Every hit makes you roll your eyes in euphoria, and arc yourself to the mattress at how good he feels, spasming around his length that sets him off the edge.

He hastens, rocking his hips with more shallow thrusts and fucks into you even more deeply, drilling his cock inside completely covered in your slick. With every thrust he punches out your breath from your lungs.

You're losing your mind, completely overridden by the sensation of his veiny cock rubbing along your walls. You can almost feel your climax. It hovers around you as your abdomen tightens and heat stretching all over you.

Diluc twitches forward with more fervor at your signs and slaps his hips against yours more frantically, his breathing erratic and cuts short with his pacing. With a low mewl from you, your knot comes undone as you get your release, his hips thrusting into your twitching cunt. He stutters in his ruts and hot white of cum spurts inside you, releasing his load inside your warmth. It drips down into the bed, making a mess of the covers. 

Muscles relaxing, Diluc bends down to kiss you, sighing into your mouth as you feel him soften inside you, twitching as you spasm. And with a hum, you feel his lips curve into a soft smile. 

"Good morning."

You let out a chuckle. 

"Good morning." 

[nikkipettt]

drew my fave lil blondies huhu

edit: sorry for leaving you out Dain :'))

[noctuaas]

it’s crazy how bitches wanna be me so bad