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[xanaxfarts]

Etro: Fall/Winter (2016)

[tableofleg]

finn wolfhard whenever he's reacting to a byler scene:

[purring-at-frequencies]

You know how when you shine a laser at a helicopter the cockpit blares with alarms because it thinks a missile is locking on? Turns out they don't take the implants out of mech pilots that function similarly once they're discharged. Shine a laser at your mech pilot gf and watch her freak the fuck out.

[dreamdragonkadia]

would you consider writing a jealous xaden riorson? please andd thank youuu 🥹🥹

I thought about writing this into a spicy scene, but I am so out of practice that I didn't want to mess it up. x.riorson x reader

You hadn’t thought to bring it up. Not because you were hiding anything—but because it just... hadn’t mattered. It had been before becoming a rider. Before the Gauntlet. Before Threshing. Before Xaden Riorson had started looking at you like the world might crack in two if you didn’t make it through the next challenge.

You and Septon Izar had ended things cleanly, amicably, and left it at that. He’d been a friend before, and somehow, he still was—one of the few people who hadn’t flinched when you first started sitting with the marked ones. Honestly, his support during that time had meant more than you'd ever said aloud.

And honestly? Since Xaden? You hadn’t thought about Septon once. And maybe, maybe, you had mentioned it to Xaden. In passing. At most.

But judging by the sudden silence that swept through the dining hall—and the way Xaden’s head snapped toward you the second Septon opened his mouth—you definitely hadn’t mentioned that part.

"I think we only had sex twice," Septon said casually, sipping from his cup like he hadn’t just tossed a live drake into the center of the table. “And both times we were pretty drunk.”

You blinked.

What?

Your fork hovered above your plate as the table fell into a mixture of choked laughter and stunned silence. Garrick muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like oh shit. Nyra was already dragging her hands down her face. Bodhi looked delighted. Of course he did—this had his meddling written all over it.

You squinted up at Septon. “Man, that was so long ago, I barely remember.”

Xaden didn’t say anything.

Didn’t have to.

Not when you could feel the way his gaze landed on you—deadly calm, unreadable, and very, very still.

Someone coughed. Garrick kicked Bodhi under the table. Septon, gods bless his complete lack of self-preservation, raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not like it meant anything,” he added, glancing between you and Xaden with a shrug. “We were just—”

"Don’t," Xaden said, voice low and even, but it carried like a cold front.

The entire table froze.

“Anyway,” you said quickly, forcing a smile as you turned your attention down the table, “Nyra, I don’t think I’ve ever heard about your physical escapades. Please, if we’re airing things out, do share.”

There was a pause.

Then Nyra leaned back with a knowing small grin. “Which year?”

And just like that, the conversation shifted. Nyra launched into a truly unhinged story involving a third-year from Rider’s Quadrant, two years ago and a storage closet full of training gear.

Everyone moved on.

Except you.

Because while the rest of the table erupted into laughter, Bodhi caught your eye and gave you a subtle salute—good luck with that—and Xaden’s shadows curled around your calves in a slow, possessive climb.

You had really thought that would be it. Completely and utterly it. There was nothing there.

You and Septon were barely a footnote, a hiccup in your timeline. But clearly, someone at the table had missed that memo—and that someone was now walking three paces behind you, silent, shadows brushing the edge of your steps like a warning.

You turned the corner just past the gym hall, fully intending to head toward the dorms, but a hand caught your arm—not rough, but firm—and suddenly, you were being pulled into a recessed archway you hadn’t even noticed.

Xaden didn’t speak at first.

Just looked at you.

That onyx stare that made it feel like he was peeling back your skin to see what was underneath. His jaw was tight, shadows curling restlessly around his boots.

“You’re mad,” you said flatly.

“I’m not mad,” he said. “I’m…” He exhaled through his nose, like he was trying to force the word back in. “You never told me.”

“I didn’t think I had to,” you shot back, arms folding. “It was nothing, Xaden. It was before.”

His brow twitched. “I watched him look at you like he still wanted something.”

“He was talking to Bodhi!”

“He was talking to you.”

You stared at him, pulse thrumming harder than it should’ve been. “Are you seriously jealous right now?”

His shadows surged, crawling up your spine like a storm about to break.

“No,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m possessive. There’s a difference.”

Your back hit the wall.

His hand came to rest beside your head, not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him in waves. His voice dropped lower, into that gravel-smooth edge that made your knees a little unstable.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, eyes flickering down to your mouth, “and I don’t like being surprised.”

Your heart tripped over itself.

And because your pride had a death wish, you arched a brow and said, “Well, maybe I do.”

That was apparently the final straw.

He kissed you like it was a declaration, like he had to remind you—remind himself—that he knew every part of you better than anyone ever had. His hands found your hips, grip just shy of rough, and your fingers curled in his shirt like you needed something to hold onto before the ground gave way.

“Tell me again,” he said against your lips, voice thick with something that wasn't just anger, “how it meant nothing.”

Your breath caught—because you couldn’t. Not with the way he was looking at you. The only thing that mattered.

“It didn’t,” you whispered, barely audible. “It didn’t mean anything.”

He lingered there, just for a second, his forehead brushing yours as if he was searching for the truth in your skin. And then, with no more warning than a flick of his shadows, he pulled back just enough to say, “Come with me.”

You followed him without thinking.

Past cadets loitering in the halls, past flickering sconces and low murmurs, up flights of stairs that you barely registered because your heart was thundering in your chest. Xaden didn’t look back once—but his shadows stayed close, curling possessively around your wrist like a tether, a silent mine whispered over and over again in the dark.

By the time you reached his room, your pulse was high in your throat.

He opened the door, stepped inside—and then, just as you were about to follow, his hand shot out.

And pulled you in.

Hard.

You stumbled, but only for a heartbeat—because he was already there, catching you, pinning you back against the closed door with a thud that echoed in the silence.

“You think I care that it happened before me?” he murmured, his mouth brushing along your jaw, your neck. “I don’t.”

You shivered.

“I care that you didn’t tell me,” he continued, his hand sliding to your waist, hot through the thin fabric of your shirt. “I care that he thought he could say your name like that. Look at you like that.”

“Xaden—”

“I’m not going to be polite about it,” he interrupted, voice a low rasp. “I’m not going to pretend I’m okay hearing another man talk about what’s mine like it’s some casual memory.”

His lips found the corner of your mouth again, softer this time. A contrast to the words that came next.

“You’re not his story to tell.”

Your breath hitched.

“You want to tell me it meant nothing?” he asked, gaze catching yours with such intensity it felt like a command. “Then let me show the world who you belong with.”

Your hands fisted in his shirt, dragging him down.

And he did.

[i-collect-shiny-stuff]

Things yr3k likes:) (26, unsorted)

[touhou-memories]

Touhou 20 has been announced

Source: touhou-project.news/news/13976/. Fossilized Wonders trial version will be released on 5th May and the full version will be in August.

[azrielsshadows42]

Flooded

Day 19: Cock warming - Xaden/F!Reader

Summary: Xaden is flooded with paperwork, and while Reader doesn't know how to help the Duke, she can help her boyfriend.

Dividers by: @throneofsapphics

Warnings: Swearing, Established relationship, Teasing, Driving Xaden insane

Word Count: 1k

The room is dark save for the lone mage light illuminating Xaden's desk. He sits hunched over it, pen in hand, writing away. I stand in the open doorway, staring at him. Gods he looks so tired. It's riddled within his very bones. The way he can barely keep his eyes open, his hair tangled, and unruly, his skin seemingly leached of it's usual colour, they're all signs that he's drowning in everything. My heart aches for him, and I just wish I knew how to help him.

I knock lightly on the door. Without moving he replies, "Hey, love. What are you still doing up?"

"Waiting for you to come to bed,"

He sighs deeply, closing his eyes as if in prayer. "You know I can't do that, love." Xaden doesn't sound annoyed, he sounds regretful. "I'm sorry. I wish things were different, but I have so much to do, and it unfortunately can't wait"

I don't blame him, but a small part of me still wilts. I walk over to where he's sitting, hugging him from behind. He's so tall I barely have to lean down to wrap my arms around his shoulders. I land a lingering kiss on his cheek before straightening up.

"I wish I could be more useful, like actually contribute in some way that would take a load off your shoulders"

His left hand comes up to hold mine that was draped over his collarbone. "Love, you just being here helps me. I cannot tell you how much you mean to me." he turns to look at me like I hung the stars.

I hum, not truly satisfied with the answer, "You know, maybe I can't help the Duke of Tyrrendor—"

His face scrunches up adorably when I use his title.

"—but perhaps I can help my boyfriend"

"I don't follow"

"Let me take care of you." I nod at the quite obvious bulge he's been subtly trying to hide under the desk.

Xaden sighs, hanging his head. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice"

"Kind of hard not to. Pun intended"

He scoffs, but the small smile he smothers betrays his amusement. "I'm sorry, my love, I just can't help it when you look like this"

"Nothing to apologise for. Most woman would kill for a guy who gets stiff when she's put in no effort"

He takes my hand, kissing the back of it like some cheesy romance novel with a princess and her knight in shining armour. "If anyone thought you didn't look amazing like this, they'd have to be criminally insane—" He starts pressing kisses to my jaw in between words. "—because you are absolutely breathtaking."

"So if Garrick happened to see me in these pajamas, and got a hard on, you wouldn't kill him?"

"He'd be dead before he hit the floor." the words are sharp, and serious, which makes it that much more amusing.

"Is it wrong that I love the overly protective slash jealous side of you?"

"I don't think so, but I'm also heavily biased"

"Hmm. Come on, get up." I grab both of his hands and lean back. He comes willingly albeit confused.

"Why?"

I smile with saccharine sweetness, but don't give a verbal answer. Instead, I tug him closer by his belt, and begin to unbuckle it.

"Oh, love," he starts, placing his hands on mine to stop me, "I want nothing more than to take you on the bed, and you have no idea how much it pains me to say this, but I don't have time"

"You trust me, right?" I ask, ignoring him completely.

"Beyond a shadow of a doubt"

"Good, now hush." I push him back into his chair now that his pants have been removed.

He rolls his eyes at my antics, but complies nonetheless. "I'm serious, we can't have sex right—" his words peter out when I take off my shirt, shortly followed by a loose pair of boxers I stole from Xaden.

"What were you saying?"

His gaze appraises me, jumping around as if he can't decide what to focus on. "I suddenly can't remember"

I sit down on his lap, smirking at how his pupils dilate even further to the point you can barely see any gold flecks in his irises.

"Is that so?" His hands immediately go to my hips, pulling me onto him.

I line up my entrance with the head of his cock, promptly sinking down. It's almost embarrassing how easily he slides in. He groans softly into my neck, shallowly thrusting up into me.

"Darling, as much as I'm enjoying this, I didn't come here to distract you"

"You didn't?"

I can't tell if he sounds offended, or disappointed. "No, I didn't. You've got a lot of work to do, which as you said, can't wait. I'm just here to keep you company." I wrap my arms around him once again, resting my head on his chest.

"Fuck my life," he groans, staring at the ceiling.

"If you finish it quickly they'll be time for us to do more than this." I clench around him, causing his eyes to flutter shut, and he swallows hard.

"Besides, there's a set in the cupboard that I've been dying to show you; it covers absolutely nothing."

His jaw clenches, and his grip on me tightens.

"Mainly because it's just a necklace with your initials on it."

His head leans back while he mentally curses every god and goddess to have ever existed for putting him in this situation.

"Is this information supposed to help me concentrate on the paperwork?."

Inside, I'm practically on the floor, dying of laughter, but I maintain a cool indifference. "Work. Do it. Now Riorson"

He sighs deeply, "You are going to be the death of me"

"You are going to be the death of me if you don't hurry up." I roll my hips on him, and he tugs me impossibly closer, brows furrowed as he tries to breathe through it. "I bought new cuffs too"

That breaks him instantly, all pretenses of accomplishing work demolished with five words. He scoops me up with him, changing the position entirely too quickly, making us both gasp at the sudden loss, though he snaps out of if, taking me to the bed and pushing back in all the way.

"Fuck it. Count Tecarus can bite me"

"If Count Tecarus bites you, he's going to be the one dead before he hits the floor"

"You're right, the protective thing is really hot"

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