#( also the dream visitor is hot so - )

[todayisafridaynight]

Sorry for ruining your posting kfjdj I also didn't know such a person existed but I ended up finding the post where they defended him because it was the same one in which they said they hated Park cos she was abusive and manipulative to Haruka 😭😭 like. The dissonance between what they can't accept and what they CAN just cos they find a guy hot really gets me

OH NO YOU'RE GOOD THE TIMING WAS JUST REALLY FUNNY the halo effect and misogyny can hold grimy ugly hands unfortunately

oh damn i aint readin all that. i skimmed it just for you but if i read it any more i was gonna feel my eyebrows merge as i pinched them together perplexed

[unreadpoppy]

btw i don't think i've ever showed y'all my guardian/dream visitor

[creepswrites]

Dear, writter

May i've a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Vince Sinclair, With a hot wife fem reader, I want to see their life being a father to a hot fem reader. Because that is my dream. 💫Fluff💫

Please.... Your writing is so gorgeous 💋💋 master 🌹🌹🌹

Thank you so much

From your followers:

@kawaistrawberry21

awww i'm glad you like my writing!! hopefully you enjoy this :D

SLASHERS with a F! S/O who is their hot wife

THOMAS HEWITT

Everyone in town was shocked when you and Thomas got married

Thomas included but he never said anything about it

His family thought you were way out of his league, Hoyt was never afraid to comment on this to your face

But you love Thomas, he was a good man

So when he'd finally, finally, proposed to you, of course you'd said yes

When he found out you were having his child? He was over the moon

Luda May was almost as overjoyed, already making arrangements for the baby's room, making clothes, etc

She couldn't wait to be a grandmother and Thomas couldn't wait to be a father

When the baby's due date was getting closer, you could tell Thomas was nervous about if the baby would come out looking like him

But you reassured him that, no matter what your baby looked like, you would love it the same way you loved him

He was good with the baby, so gentle and patient, always happy to help when it cried

If Hoyt ever tried to give either of you a hard time, Thomas actually violently defended you, sometimes tossing Hoyt across the room with one arm

He'd never let anything hurt you or your baby

BUBBA SAWYER

Like Thomas, everyone was surprised when you and Bubba got married

Though his family were far more excited about it! After all, their brother was quite the catch

You got along well with his family even before you moved in, with Chop Top and Nubbins always commenting to Bubba how lucky he was to have such a hot wife

It always made your husband get all flustered, babbling soft nonsense. He was cute

When you got pregnant, Bubba and the Sawyer family were over the moon

Family was extremely important to them and they were happy for you and Bubba

When Nubbins made a very ugly little hat for the baby, you accepted it but told him gently it'd be too big for their head but that you'd grow into it. He was excited about that prospect

Chop Top and Drayton helped Bubba set up the nursery so you could just relax

And when the baby was born, Bubba was so scared of holding something so fragile and precious

But you helped him, guiding his arms to hold the baby, and he was in shock and awe

He'd never thought he'd get married, much less to someone as gorgeous as you, and have a child together

Bubba was a nervous father, usually letting your kid get away with anything so you had to be the rule-setter when it came to the kid

His brothers were menaces when it came to babysitting their niece or nephew

But both you and Bubba were happy. He'd protect you both, no matter what

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly? This was a major win in Bo's mind

If you think he doesn't show off for you, you're wrong. That man takes every opportunity to

He also definitely flexed to his brothers about scoring the hottest wife ever

Of course, his brothers were very nice and respectful with you, though Bo wouldn't let them be too friendly

He's got a jealousy streak

Whenever visitors arrive to Ambrose, he's always got his arm around you or bragging about you when you're not around

He's whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger

But when you tell him your pregnant, you're shocked at how scared he becomes

Of course, he doesn't show it visibly, but you know your husband and you can tell when he's nervous about something

Eventually, when he starts trying to pull away from you, you corner him and make him talk

Some yelling and fighting ensues but he caves, confessing he's scared he wouldn't be a good father. I mean, he didn't exactly have the best role model and he didn't want you or your babies to suffer for it

But you reminded him you were in this together and he'd relax a little

You had twins, because of course you did, but this only seemed to make Bo all the more anxious

He didn't exactly... know what to do with a baby? He'd never really been around infants so he's looking to you for help on this one

When they're a bit older though, he'll let them hang out in the auto shop with him when he works

One day you come home to find him asleep on the couch with the twins curled up on his chest and you just melt

He's a good dad and a good husband

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent was shocked you'd said yes when he proposed

He didn't consider himself attractive in the slightest but you said yes?!

I mean, you were stunning, he'd stared at you constantly even when you were dating and it certainly didn't stop when you were married

Bo and Lester were definitely jealous, teasing him to see him get flustered over how lucky he was

Unlike Bo, when he found out you were pregnant, he was excited

Nervous, absolutely, but everyone is nervous when they're having their first kid

He's so wary for you though, nearly had you on bedrest the entire pregnancy because he feared the worst

One time he caught you standing on a chair to reach something and he nearly had a conniption

But the twins came - because of course they were twins - and were healthy and beautiful

Vincent is so gentle with them, like they're the most precious things in the world to them

He makes little wax sculptures for their room to decorate it

Definitely encourages and supports creative hobbies for the kids! He gets them finger paints and crayons and the like

You've woken up in the night because of the babies crying but Vincent is already up, ready to help

Vincent's mastered carrying them both with an arm each and its very cute

Sometimes you catch him holding one of the twins and humming softly to them as they sleep in his arms, just swaying together in the kitchen

You feel so lucky but he feels even luckier to have you and your kids

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester is by far the most... stable? So you'd been instantly drawn to that about him

He'd always get so flustered, bringing you flowers and blushing like a madman while you were dating

It took him the longest to propose to you though, he always felt like you were waaaay out of his league

Visitors came and would gawk at you and he'd feel a twinge of jealousy at the reminder that yeah, you could have anyone

But he did propose to you and you said yes because you wanted him, not anyone else

Neither of you had any shame in PDA, often holding hands or kissing in front of visitors

You lived with Lester and Jonesy in a little house on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees and very peaceful compared to the horrors of Ambrose

It had actually been Lester who suggested having a kid or two running around. After all, he had two older brothers so he was used to that business in a house with lots of people living in it

Over time, the two of you would have two kids, but they weren't twins

Lester was a good dad too! He was attentive and loving but he didn't let them get away with too much

He'd teach them how to shoot when they were a bit older because it was a fond memory he had with his own dad

Of course, Lester didn't have the best dad to draw comparison to

But at least he knew what not to do. Surely that counted for something?

You'd come home from working a short shift to find Lester and the kids playing in the backyard, running about with Jonesy as they played soccer

Both you and Lester would do anything for your kids and you knew he'd do anything for you

[teratosfavouritesnack]

multiple monsters x fem!human - monsters with human fetish and human with monster fetish, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, implied orgy

Opening a tavern is something you have been dreaming of and planning on for years. It's only when you manage to gather enough money that you move into the nearest monster village and acquire a modest lot. In a few weeks you have a rustic but cozy tavern running and thriving. Creatures of all kinds, even from the confining villages come to visit your human tavern, something so exquisitely exotic in their eyes. It's just you, the drinks, some food and your patrons whose number increases by day.

You didn't expect your business to become so successful, at least not so quickly, but literally nothing could have prepared you for the turn of events that soon transformed your tavern into something... more.

It was an evening like any other, you were serving at the counter, pints of beer sliding on the surface one after the other at an impressive speed. You'd become very good at your job and creatures would come to your tavern even only to watch you working, as if it was an actual performance. It made you feel bold, more confident than you naturally were. And that evening, with the tavern packed full with dozens of creatures, watching your every move, entranced by what almost looked like a ritualistic dance that saw you effortlessly bouncing around the place, you were feeling at the top of the world. All these creatures there for you? Even simply to watch you? Paying just to see you work? Well. A perverse thought popped in your mind and before you could question yourself, you acted on it.

Handing out the drinks, you started to linger your hand for a caress, then to lean in for a kiss on the cheek or a playful nibble. Emboldened by the oohs and aahs coming from the crowd, you soon upped the stakes. They were all there for you, so why not give them an actual show? That's when you started to take off a piece of clothing from your uniform... then another... and another, stripping to your chemise. All kinds of eyes were ogling you, eating you up. They made you feel alive, hot, empowered.

When a patron sitting at the counter started to swirl their tendrils towards you to fondle your cheek, your chin, your neck and then to peel down the puffed sleeve of your chemise, you just let them without any resistance. Not only that, you smirked at them and trailed your fingertips over their slick skin and maintained eye contact, relishing in the way they seemed to quiver under your touch. That scene must have made a great impact on the other visitors because everyone seemed to inch closer, in order to see you better.

The first patron's actions also encouraged the other clients sitting at the counter to lean closer towards you, and touch you with their paws and hooves and claws. They were all hesitant at first, as if incredulous they could actually touch you, their favorite human, an angelic creature in their eyes. However once they realized you weren't shying away from their attention, but that you were in fact enjoying it, they didn't refrain from acting out their most lewd fantasies.

Tendrils wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up and laid you down on the surface of the counter so that anyone near could reach you better. A huge paw groped your chest from above your dress, your eyes flickered towards the creature's face to recognise another patron, a werebear that would always ogle at your breasts whenever you leaned towards him to hand him his drink. And now, oh, now he was downright grinning, his canines flared, his beady eyes glazed over with pure desire as he fondled the fabric of your uniform almost affectionately one moment and then clawed at it a second later, tearing it to bits in a blink of an eye, exposing your chest to all who were lucky enough to stand nearby. You petted his arm, fingers tangling in his dirty-white fur, smiling at him as he praised your beauty.

That was a recurring theme of that evening: the compliments cast from any corner of the room, which made you feel like a goddess being worshiped. Everyone was looking at you as you were indeed a magical creature, something otherworldly, a vision. You were feeding on it. It was going to your head. You were euphoric.

When the young werewolf standing by the werebear started to trail his claws along your legs, up towards your thighs to the hem of your dress, you flashed him your panties, grinning at the way his eyes widened and his pupils dilated - not to mention the way his cock sprung from the thick fur covering his hips, twitching in your direction. A satisfied chuckle escaped your lips the moment he growled and yanked at the bottom of your half-ripped dress, pulling it all the way off of you, leaving you in your undies only.

More praises came your way from every side, your eyes scanned the crowd with a lazy smile curling up your lips. Mmm, such good monsters. All of them. Yes. All of them deserved this perverse show. Your hand snaked down towards your mound, fingers trailing over your folds from above the fabric, your eyes darting from face to face, enjoying their raptured looks. You teasingly pulled the panties aside before you peeled them off completely, throwing them to the crowd in the back and chuckling as you heard the racket you caused.

You started to touch yourself, fixing your eyes on another patron, a mothman, who had been rather timid with his touches until then. Your attention on him made his antennas rattle and his red eyes glow bright, and when you gently took his hand to guide it between your thighs he started to buzz. The vibration ran through his whole body, making you giggle and squirm as you felt it against your sensitive spot, too. All that had happened to that point, the dozens and dozens of eyes trained on you, all the different kind of touches on your sensitive skin, the vibration against your pussy, everything ensured that only a few moments later you fell over the edge of pleasure, the most intense orgasm you had ever felt rocked your body and made you see stars.

The monsters all watched in awe, enchanted by the scene, marveling at how beautifully your body responded to the pleasure. They all wished to be the one who made you cry and spasm in ecstasy. They were all ready to give themselves to you and worship every inch of you, on that same day and all the days to come.

You were spoilt for choice. Your tavern bound to be the greatest attraction of the village.

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[zorosimpclub]

Annoying neighbour – Toji NSFW

⊹˚. ♡ Summary: Toji is your annoying neighbour who keeps you up at night with his 'noise', you go over to take matters in your own hands.

⊹˚. ♡ Content: 18+ only, MDNI – fem!reader, smut, enemies to lovers, degradation, praise kink, spanking, creampie, unprotected, hair pulling.

⊹˚. ♡ Word count: 4K

⊹˚. ♡ Author's note: opening jjk requests, drop them in the comments below c: (also toji??? i'd let him ruin me anyday–)

Toji is her neighbour who she has had one conversation with in her life (the day she moved in). He has been causing havoc with the beeline of women brought over every night, keeping her up with the dull creaking sounds of his bed and moans of various women throughout the week.

Today she decided to confront him. She pounded her knuckles against his door annoyed at the fact that she hadn’t been able to sleep yet again last night.

"We've never formally met, I'm your neighbour. Mind keeping the fucking noise down?" She narrowed her eyes and leaned against his doorframe

Toji looked at her for a moment, his eyebrow twitching. This chick has nerve. Toji stares her down, his lip curling into a smirk.

"And why should I? It's my place, I do whatever I want in here."

"Right, I don't care what you do in your house, I just ask that you keep the noise down at night. Some of us have to work in the mornings." Her lips curled down in distaste, this man was starting to get on her last nerve. Toji smirked and folded his arms across his his chest, arms bulging with all the muscle.

"I pay rent for this apartment and I'll do whatever I want. Don't like it? Move."

She stared at him a bit irritated, though she was a good foot shorter than him, he didn't intimidate her at all. "Ass." She said, voice laced with anger, hair swaying furiously as she walked off.

"Doll face!" He called out to her.

She glanced back at him, not turning around fully, a menacing glare on her face, "Huh?”

He smirked.

"I couldn't help but notice you have a nice... figure. How would you like to spend the night with me? Maybe you’ll learn to stop being so uptight." He says, his voice oozing with confidence.

"In your dreams, asshole." She turned back around and slammed the door of her apartment shut. They had lived in opposite apartments in the building for the past year and a half, but she barely saw him since he was pretty much a night owl, just partying or sleeping with women during unholy hours of the night.

She really didn't care for his smooth words. He thought he was hot and her rejecting his flirting like that made her more attractive to him. He walked over to her door, pounding on it with his fist.

"Hey, babydoll! Why don't you open the door and let me in for a second?" He was speaking in a condescending tone as if they had a close relationship.

She ignored him, typing away at her laptop. There's no way she was going to humour him after how crass he was to her.

Toji knocked on the door twice more.

"C’mon, honey, don't be like that." He says in that same condescending tone, making sure to raise his voice so he can be heard. He wanted the whole building to know just how badly he wanted her.

She ran to her door embarrassed at what the rest of the building would think, the last thing she wanted to do was be a nuisance to her neighbours. Opening the door, she spoke in a hushed but annoyed tone, "What the hell do you want?"

"Oh, aren't you just a doll?" He says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "That ass of yours must have ya drowning in guys, can't get enough of their attention, can ya?"

She shot him an incredulous look, what was this guy's problem? She made sure to keep quiet when she had late night 'visitors' over unlike him, if anything she was the model neighbour,

"Not that it's any of your business..." She smirked and stepped a little closer to him in a intimidating manner and whispered, "...but I'm not some attention starved whore like you."

Toji's eyes widened in surprise at her boldness. No one had ever talked to him like this before. Most women melted under his charming gaze, and the ones that didn't, he was typically able to manipulate with his words.

"Oh, you've got mouth on you, don't ya?" Toji laughs, taking a step closer to her. She could feel his hot breath as he spoke to her in a condescending tone.

She tiptoed to whisper in his ear, "Too bad you'll never know what that mouth will be like on you."

Within a flash, she slammed the door shut in his face. The rest of the evening was uneventful, thankfully Toji didn't come to bother her again (for now). She was doing her chores around the house since it was a Saturday tomorrow and wanted to get the house prepped for a relaxing weekend.

After a glass or two of wine she stripped down to her satin pyjamas, ready to slip into bed. It was 3 AM and she felt sleepy – everything was all good and dandy until she heard a woman moaning and bed creaking come from across the building,

"A-ahhh T-Toji....yes!" the voice whined, clearly in pure bliss but she wasn't having any of it.

The noise across the hall was all too familiar. Those sounds of ecstasy, of pleasure... she knew he was at it again with some random woman. She wasn't about to let this keep her up, but she wasn't going to let him get away so easily.

She had it. She was done. She walked to her door and started banging on Toji's apartment door. This was unacceptable. She yelled angrily into the air, "Shut up!"

She could hear Toji laugh from his apartment after hearing the banging on the door. He gets up from his bed, not bothering to put any clothes on and stumbled over to the door, cracking it a little open to smirk at her.

"Did you come over to join, doll face?"

He gave her an once over, she was dressed in incredibly revealing satin pyjamas and her face was cute as always, even if she was seething.

"As if I'd do something as stupid as that. Tell your "visitor" to keep it down. It's 3 fucking AM asshole! People are trying to sleep!"

"She's not a visitor, babydoll... she's a regular." Toji smirks at her, taking a long drink from some sort of bottle. "Why don't you tell her yourself?"

He opens the door a little more to let her see his 'regular' and the full image of what was happening.

And in an instant, she was blushing like she had never done before. The woman had her mouth latched onto the side of his neck, but that's not why she was blushing. No. She was blushing because when she looked down, she realised that he was in fact wearing nothing. He stood naked and proud, undoubtedly because he had an irresistible physique and an... impressive–

"You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?" Toji asked her with a smirk. "You call me an ass and an attention starved whore, and then you come over here at 3 AM to complain about my noise. Meanwhile, you're looking at me like I'm your own personal wet dream."

"S-Shut up...! I…j-just keep it down!" She had to tear her eyes from him and stormed off into her apartment, her heart hammering out her chest. What the hell was that?! Why was she so flustered and attracted to him?! She placed her hand on her chest to steady her unruly heart.

Toji smirked once more as he watched her leave. "Aww, doll face." He calls out to her. "Where are you going? I can fix that anger problem for you. You look like you need a good fucking."

The next few weeks went by extremely fast and before she knew it, it was another weekend again. She did everything in her power to avoid her cocky neighbour. Whenever she left her apartment, she would hear his apartment door opening, causing her to sprint to the elevator and closing it shut as soon as she could.

He went from never being seen to having multiple near run ins with her. In hindsight, it was like he was making an active effort to run into her and she didn't like how it made her feel one bit. She considered herself to be a confident and strong woman who has had her fair share of intimate partners but for some reason, the image of him standing in his naked glory had her all hot, bothered and needy.

Today however, wasn't like those other days. As per usual, she looked through her peephole to make sure that he wasn't out there and when the coast was clear, she made a bolt for the elevators... but fate had other plans in store. Just as the elevator doors began to slide shut behind her, she heard hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway. Before she could react, a hand thrust itself into the narrowing gap, halting the doors' closure. With a sinking feeling, she looked up to find herself face-to-face with the very person she had been trying so hard to avoid – her arrogant neighbour, his trademark smirk firmly in place as he stepped into the elevator

She could already feel his eyes undressing her so openly. What is it with him today? Every time she looks at him, she could feel her heart racing and her body trembling. He was just so attractive, and he knew it...

"Going somewhere, dollface?" Toji smirks, leaning right up against her as they stand in the tiny elevator. He was taller than her, so she has to crane her neck to look up at him.

"None of your business." She made sure to squish herself against the corner that's most furthest away from him, constantly spamming the elevator button to hurry it to the ground floor.

She screamed and fell on top of him when the elevator came to a screeching halt. He grumbled as he lay on the floor with her straddling him...to make things worse, she decided to wear a skirt today. There's no way the elevator just had to malfunction right now and force her ass first on his groin?!

His lips curl into a sly grin as she lands on his lap. Their faces are inches away from each other, her legs wrapped around him, her skirt riding up, giving him a mouthwatering view of her thighs as she's straddling him in the provocative position. He reaches for her hips and holds her tightly in place to prevent her from getting up.

"You've been avoiding me and now look, you're practically handed to me on a silver platter."

He's grinning from ear to ear as she struggled to get free, her ass grinding against his groin. She must really believe that she has control over the situation by the look on her face as she's trying so frantically to make them both stand up. He can't help but continue to hold her in place, his fingers wrapping firmly around her hips. Her face heated up at the realisation of something hard stirring against her thigh.

"W-what is that...?"

She doesn't know why she asked, it's obvious what it was but for some reason she needed verbal confirmation.

He lets out a quiet chuckle as he sees the look on her face. She's embarrassed... and easy to tease.

"What do you think it is?" Toji asks her in response to her question, looking her in the eyes and smirking. His eyes travel up her thighs until they reach her face again.

He leans in close and whispers into her ear, "It grows bigger and harder I look at you, doll face, so stay right where you are."

She felt her whole face heat up at his words, such dirty dirty words but for some reason she savoured them all. He was driving her insane but she loved the way he was looking at her so hungrily, not that she would ever openly admit it to him.

"S-Shut up...!"

"Look at you, struggling to get free like that. Such a tease, sweetheart."

He smirks again and leans in closer. His hand slides up her thigh, slipping under her skirt to grip her thighs tightly, just to let her know that he could move her any way he wants to.

"Do you know how badly I want to rip this skirt off you?”

Toji couldn't help but chuckle at her blush. She was so easy to tease, it was almost too good. He could feel his arousal growing by the second, his fingers gripping her thighs tighter.

She couldn’t say much, or at least she tried to but nothing but a soft moan came out. Toji's lips curved into a sinister smirk as he savoured her awkwardness. He loved seeing her squirm under his gaze, her body betraying her attempts to remain composed. Feeling her obvious lust for him come through, he decided to gently brush his fingers against her panties.

“My, my. Someone is a little slut isn’t she? Look how wet you are, all just from me getting hard.”

She gasped but she couldn’t deny how hot it was being degraded like this, especially when it came from someone as attractive as Toji. A once strong willed and confident woman, putty in his hands. She blushed sweetly and instinctively ground her hips against his fingers.

“M-more…”

Toji's eyebrows shot up in surprise at her request. He had expected her to protest or try to get free, not beg for more. But here she was, willing and begging for him  to touch her and it turned him on even more. He pushed her panties to the side, briefly dipping his finger into her wetness only to use it as a lube to circle her clit.

“Such a dirty little girl begging for me to touch you.”

She threw her head back a little and ground her hips faster, moaning as he touched her.

Toji smirked as he saw the effect he was having on her. He continued to circle her clit, adding two fingers in her knowing that he had complete control over her body. The feeling of power was exhilarating and made him even harder. She was clearly enjoying riding his fingers, fucking them to the pace she liked. As much as he enjoyed watching her face and eagerness, he pulled his fingers out of her and smirked lazily.

“H-hey…” She sounded disappointed, her eyelids heavy from the lust she felt towards him.

Toji couldn't help but chuckle at her response. She was addicted to his touch and didn't even realise it. He loved the way she looked at him, pleading for more with those big, beautiful eyes.  She had hoped it would be more satisfying for her but he was enjoying this too much to rush things.

“Don’t worry doll face, not gonna leave ya hanging. I’m just gonna have a little taste.”

Without a warning, he gripped her hips and sat her down on top of his face, kissing her inner thigh teasingly and flicking her clit occasionally with his tongue.

“Nnnnhh…” She writhed in his grip, wanting to feel more of his tongue on her.

Her reaction only fuelled his desire and he dove in headfirst, tongue darting in and out of her wet folds. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way she bucked against him and the sounds she made.

“Please! I…” She didn’t even know what on earth she was saying or what she was asking, all she knew was that the pleasure she was feeling was so intense that her brain was turning into mush.

"Not yet, doll face. You haven't paid the price for your rudeness yet. I wanna’ hear you use your pretty little voice to beg more." His voice was a low rumble, deep and almost threatening. She was so close but he wanted her to beg, to need him more than anything.

“Pl-please more! Please- wanna’ c-cum..!”

The sound of her pleading, her desperation, was music to his ears. He increased the pace and intensity of his tongue work, flicking her clit relentlessly as he sucked on her sensitive flesh. Toji let out a pleased chuckle as he felt her walls clench around his tongue and the sweet juices of her arousal flood his mouth with a loud moan.

“Good girl… now get on your knees for me.” He slapped her ass and watched as she obeyed his instructions, getting on her knees for him and looking at him with desire on her face.

"So eager to please…" he let out a deep, low growl as he watched her get on her knees for him. The sight of her submission and her desire for him, only fuelled his own lust. Toji smirked down at her, his eyes dark and lustful.

"That's it my little whore, open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me." he purred, reaching down to guide his thick cock to her waiting mouth.

"Good girl," he groaned, his voice dripping with approval as parted her lips eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste him. He could feel her desire radiating off of her as she took his head in her mouth, gently sucking on his tip. He gripped her hair roughly and slid his cock into her mouth with a hiss.

"That's it, take it all. My hard cock, my taste, everything you can get." His voice was thick with lust and command, his hips thrusting forward into her eager mouth.

Toji groaned in pleasure as she eagerly took his cock into her mouth, her throat muscles flexing to accommodate his size and length. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back and forth, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Good fucking slut…that’s it, you looks so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

He pulled her hair hard, pushing himself deeper into her willing mouth, his hips pumping hard and fast. He could feel the tension building within him, hearing the sounds of her gags as she took him deeper.

“Fuck I’m close… take it slut! All of it!”

He pushed her head into his cock and thrust a couple of times as he came down her throat with a moan of her name. She swallowed every single drop, opening her empty mouth to show that she swallowed all of it.

"That’s my good girl. I’m not finished with you yet." He growled, yanking her up by her wrist and pushed her against the elevator walls.

“I’m gonna’ fuck the attitude out of you and you’re going to take it, understood?”

She bit down on her lip and blushed, nodding not trusting herself to speak.

"Good," he smirked, his voice needy and husky. He reached up to cup her face, his thumb tracing over her lips as he leaned down to kiss her passionately. His hands wasted no time, ripping her shirt open only to realise that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Naughty little slut.” He mumbled against her lips and took in her nipple in his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth, eliciting a sweet moan from her.

Toji pulled back, grinning wickedly as he saw the desire in her eyes. He pressed his hard length against her wet folds, feeling her shudder with anticipation. Without warning, he thrust deep into her, filling her completely.

“F-Fuck!” She moaned, clinging onto his back, “T-Too big…!”

“Gonna’ make sure you don’t talk back to me ever again. Every time you see me, I want you to beg for me to fuck you.” Toji growled low in his throat, his eyes burning with lust as he watched her face contort in pleasure. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in again, harder than before.

She let out a pleasure filled scream and dug her nails into his back, clenching her eyes shut.

Toji groaned, his hips pounding harder and faster, driving into her tightness with relentless force. He bit down on her neck, sucking at the delicate skin, as he lost himself in the sensation of claiming her body.

"Fuck, you like that? Who knew my uptight little neighbour was such a slut for my cock?" Toji growled, his hips slamming against hers in a brutal rhythm. He nipped at her earlobe briefly before whispering, "You belong to me now."

She moaned in response, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she clung on to him desperately.

He grinned, the corners of his mouth curling up in a wicked smirk. "That's it baby, just look pretty and take it." he spat as he plunged deeper into her wetness, hitting her sweet spot over and over again.

He bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as he continued his rapid thrusts inside of her, taking her like he needed her to exist, “Pussy s’good, I wanna’ fuck it every day. Will you let me baby?”

She nodded her fucked out face looking at him briefly to see beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, “Y-Yes! Please…!”

"I'll fuck you whenever I want, and you'll love every second of it."

She nodded again, tears stinging the corners of her eyes as she felt immense pleasure from the way he moved in her. He growled in satisfaction, his hips pounding harder as he felt her tightness clenching around him.

"That's it, cry for me, beg me to fuck you harder."

She begged him over and over again, chanting his name like it was her life force.

He laughed breathlessly, “What’s the matter? No longer calling me an asshole now are ya? Did ya just need a good fucking, doll face?”

Toji felt her wrap her legs around him as he fucked her against the wall, feeling her close to her peak, he pounded into her faster, “You gonna’ come for me sweetheart?”

She nodded desperately. “Y-yes, feel s’goooood…!”

Toji growled in satisfaction as he felt her body tremble and convulse in orgasmic bliss. He continued to pound into her, relishing in her helpless moans and cries of pleasure.

"That's it, let go for me, princess."

She writhed against him as she unravelled, “T-Toji!”

He felt himself close to his own release, he chased her pleasure with his own, “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked panting and tucking her hair behind her ear

She whined, feeling overstimulated, “I-Inside me! P-please… needa’ feel you…”

“What a whore… feel my cum pouring into you, feel it fill you up. It's all for you my little slut.”

Toji groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he felt himself release inside her. He buried himself to the hilt and held still for a moment, savouring the feeling of their tangled bodies. His grip on her tightened as he growled out her name in satisfaction.

She panted and clung onto him as he pulled out of her and collapsed against her, his sweat-drenched skin sticking to hers. He pressed his forehead against hers and grinned.

"Will you stop complaining about the noise if I invite you over instead?”

“I’m not going to be one of your weekly conquests.”

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll make sure it’s just you I’m fucking.”

She grinned a little and leaned into kiss him, “Our neighbours are going to hate us.”

He chuckled, his breath hot against her lips. "Let them hate us. As long as you're mine, I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks."

He gave her a quick kiss, his eyes burning with desire. "Now, get dressed and come over to mine for a proper fucking.”

[kyouka-supremacy]

BSD Anthologies Masterlist

I couldn't find a comprehensive (and with still working links) masterlist of the translated anthology chapters so. Here we go! Biggest shoutout to this other masterlist by @/yokohama-drip for most of the chapter references and to bsd-bibliophile for chapters 7 and 12 of the first and second anthologies. Titles translation credits go to the bsd wiki. Happy reading!

Edit: Thank you so much @amythedemisimp for the precious additions!!!

1-5 raws

First Anthology -Rei-

Don't Get a Stomachache to Gain a Friend by Hideki

The Things I Hate, the Things I Like by Ichi Kotoko

The Devil Comes and Takes Care by KanaiNeco

Kenji 100% by Enya Uraki

The Detective Agency's Manju Incident by Ui Kashima

A Quiz During Work by Mito Aoi

Karl's Resentment by Tsubata Nozaki /// alternative translation

The Things I Like by Con Kitora

Me and the Cake and Sometimes the Pug by Kazuki Tōgō

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki's Suffering by Akamaru

Fortune-telling Will Bring Good Luck by Yūto Masagishi

Icy Weather by Tam Chashibu

What is a Partner...? by Akaza Samamiya

Second Anthology -Hana-

The Detective Agency and the Port Mafia's Holidays by Mikan Aka

Time Sale is a Battlefield by Guru Mizoguchi

Q's Stroll Day by Kazusa Subaru

Osamu Dazai Quiz Tournament by Hinoki Kino

Ruler! Fitzgerald's Room by KanaiNeco

Thirty-two. Episode Five by Kakashi Tano

Ichiyō Higuchi's Off Duty Top Secret Mission by Ataru Hida

A Restaurant with Many Literary Masters by Ko Nikaido

A Timid Person's Day by Masahiro Jinno

Hot Pots and Holidays by Sho Kimiduka

The Tiger's Repayment by Kotaro

Sweet Outing by Yuzuru Kuzukiri /// alternative translation

Bungos' Joint Social Gathering by Hideki

Stray Dogs' Lucky Spot Disagreement by Noka Nogami

Third Anthology -Rin-

Mother by Hideki /// alternative translation

The Mafia Inadvertently Read a Novel Written on a Whim and Reincarnated in a Parallel Universe by Hinoki Kino /// alternative translation

As You Wear It by Akira Hirahara /// alternative translation

The Devil's Automatic Door by Nanora /// alternative transaltion

How to Find Happiness by Kanae Ikushima /// alternative translation

Hello, Again Winter Dreams. by Pyaa /// alternative translation

The Visitor in the Rain by Togekinoko /// alternative translation

Because My Senior's Healthcare is Also My Job by Roku Sakura /// alternative translation

Good Weather, Cat Storm by Osawa /// alternative translation

Breakfast Situation by Miki Daichi /// alternative translation

Elise-chan, a Smartphone Application by KanaiNeco /// alternative translation

Q's Suffering by Hiko Nekome /// alternative translation

Tiger, Sometimes Cat by Taichi Miya /// alternative translation

The Port Mafia's Medical Check-up by Sakurana Haru

With a Hat, a Man and a Beef Bowl by Oda

Fourth Anthology -Akatsuki-

Poe and Ranpo and Enter and Black Tea by Imaru Adachi /// alternative translation

Apple Demon by Nykken

A Little Break by Siroisora

Exciting Grab Bag by Toriyasu

All Quiet on the Black Cloth Front by Mari Araki

Hirotsu-san's Coffee Shop by Yashino Ayashiro

The Client is a Cute Ghost by Otakumi

The Little Visitor in the Rain by Togekinoko

Fully Automatic Suicide Machine by Zero Akabane

Why Did You Come to Japan? by KanaiNeco

The Story of Kunikida Falling Asleep by Saru Hashino

A Hunting Dogs' Holiday by Hinoki Kino

Infernal Day by Asuka Keigen

The Decision is an Oblate that Enwraps the Pain of Life by Hideki

Fifth Anthology -Kanade-

Masterlist by @/zilinks

Sixth Anthology -Mutsumi-

Given to You Based on Your Level and Love by KanaiNeco

Detective Agency Radio by Yu Kira

GET UP LUCY!! by Kabotya

Poe, Wine and the Setting Sun by Imaru Adachi

Shindafuri Dai Sakusen by Yuri Tsukushiro

Hanachidori by iyutani

What Style Are You? by Kiyo Hasui

'Hitori' yori 'hanbun' by Neno

The Angel's Rest by Mari Araki

Mottomo Erai Egoisuto by Mutsuki Higashioji

Magomusume Sakusen, Zokkō-chū ni Tsuki by Eku Hachida

Boo no Yū by Asato Konami

Do S! Erisu-chan!! by Kakeru Sora

Young Ranpo Wants to Be Praised by Tsuki Anmi (incomplete)

[haunted-headset]

Ok hear me out… scare actor reader and Wilbur who just wanted to go to a haunted house and then boom he’s like “oh no. The serial killer is pretty” you can use ur imagination for the rest this is just the caffeine talking to me with fanfic ideas :)

🔪 Is That Too Scary for You? 🔪

Summary: Headcanons about how Wilbur would act if he saw you, the reader, being pretty & a fake serial killer in a haunted house

A/N: HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS IDEA! Again, very sorry that it's only headcanons (idk if I'm even using the right term anymore lol), I'm extremely burnt out & tired rn. also tysm for the asks! it's been keeping me busy af & i love it! Also, the title was based off of the song I Think I'm Okay =)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!actor!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: scary stuff, reader is a scare actor (you're basically a fake serial killer), fake blood, the people with Wilbur & Tommy on the vlog getting jumpscared, reader pretending to k!ll Wilbur, Wilbur having a dream about the reader

genre: fluff/horror

Wilbur would probably be accompanied by the Sorry Boys for a Tom Simons vlog

Wilbur probably wouldn't want to go in the first place because he;d get scared easily

So when they do get inside the haunted house, they learn that everyone who's in the haunted house now becomes part of a challenge. They now have to escape the haunted house without being killed by any of the creatures/ghosts or you, the serial killer. It's basically just an escape room

When he first hears your menacing voice behind him, he stops walking. Not out of fear, but out of awe.

↑↑ You laughed creepily. "It seems I have some visitors here today..." Wilbur stopped in his tracks & Tommy turned the camera towards Wilbur. He was staring at you in awe. "Wilbur, stop being a simp & run!" Tommy laughed, pulling Wilbur away from you. "...Tommy, the serial killer's hot."

He basically tried to find any way to bring the group closer to you. He thought you were really pretty.

Would definitely 'die' first just to hang out with you

If you pinned him to the wall to 'k!ll' him, he would be so fcking flustered

↑↑ "Nowhere left to run..." you chuckled. You stabbed two of your fake knives into his shirt sleeves to pin him to the wall. "Any last words?" & Wilbur would be crushin' & blushin' so damn hard as he said, "Honestly? Uh you're really pretty & I kinda want your number if it isn't too much to ask-"

He ended up letting you 'k!ll' him so that you could bring him to where the people who were eliminated stayed until the attraction was over & you two just talked for an hour or so

& then you were stabbing him to death in his dreams <3

[aurasy3ag3r]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

☆ summary : Connie moves in next door to Yn and sparks fly. Despite their differences, they bond over their shared interest and dreams, as they spend more and more time together they become more than 'just neighbors'

☆ parings : chef connie x blackfem reader.

☆ wc : 800

Music played from your television as you cooked your dinner for that night. You were cooking up some rice and chicken so you could have leftovers the day after. Humming to the loud music you could barely hear the repeated knocking that came from your door. All you could do was roll your eyes, Having unannounced visitors wasn’t something you liked but you couldn’t just not open the door so you lowered the music and went to open the door. When you finally did open there was a tall light skin dude with a platinum buzz cut, He was holding a plate that was filled with chocolate chip cookies. “Hey?”. You looked at the guy and his cookies extremely confused. “Hey, I just moved into the apartment next door and i wanted to introduce myself”. 

You did hear loud noises all day but you never cared enough to see where the noise was coming from. “My name is connie, Like i mentioned i just moved in today and I made these cookies for you”. Connie smiled and handed you the plate that was full of freshly baked cookies. “Thats so sweet Im yn, it’s nice to see some new neighbors here”. You chuckled and put the plate of cookies on your kitchen island. “How old are you yn? If you don’t mind me asking”. Connie leaned on your door frame with his arms crossed not breaking eye contact with you. “I’m 23, and you are?”. “ I’m 25, What do you do for work?”. You’d just met this man and he’s asking you these questions, But he’s cute so a it’s possibly a win? 

“I’m an artist, and I have a few side quests”. You and connie both chuckled at your little joke, ultimately you’re just a moneymaker. “I’m a chef, So I can cook for you anytime you’d like”. Connie winked and you felt HOT, He is fine and you were for sure taking him up on cooking a meal for you. “I’m gonna have to take you up on that”. Connie smiled and got up from your door frame. “Well it was nice to meet you Yn, Hope you like the cookies”. He shook your hand and waved goodbye as he walked back over to his apartment. 

After you closed your door you damn near squealed like a little girl. In your 3 years of living in your apartment building you had never had a fine ass neighbor like connie but thank god now you did. The cookies smelled amazing so you took a piece and finished your cooking. After you put your left overs away and put your music back on as it was before connie knocked on your door so you could eat in peace. 

*Knock knock* 

You sighed and got back up from your seat to see who was at your door. “Connie!”. You looked at connie confused and he smiled then handed you a piece of paper. “I forgot to give you my phone number… Just in case you need anything”. 

“Thank you connie”. You smiled and said bye to connie for the second time. The paper had his number and his full name on it. ‘Constance Springer’ “Hm”. 

When you finnished up your dinner you opened up your computer and looked up connie on instagram. He had a few thousand followers 35k to be exact and his page was a mix of him and his restaurant. You grabbed the piece of paper and typed his number in to send him a quick harmless text. 

yn

hi neighbor :) 

Immediately you set your phone down and tried to distract yourself from not checking to see if he’d text back. Fortunately your computer is connected to your phone so you got the notification there. 

connie springer 

hey pretty neighbor :)

You stared at the word ‘pretty’ for a good minute before replying. Smiling ear to ear while doing so. 

yn 

I had a piece of the cookies and it was delicious thank you for them

 

connie springer

of course ;)

it was a pleasure meeting you by the way 

yn 

it was also a pleasure meeting you 

connie springer

I hope to see you again soon neighbor have a good rest of your night :) 

When connie sent that text you internally screamed, You just met this man and he’s already got you like this. Immediately you called your best friend who was on a 'business trip' to tell her about your new cute neighbor.

"Hey bestiee"

"Hey Jordy, Let me tell you what just happened"

"Im listening". Your best friend, Jordan or Jordy for short propped up her phone on the side table of her nightstand.

"Ok so I was cooking and I get a knock at the door and I go see who it is and-"

"Was it the police?". You looked at your best friend and she laughed right in your face, Why would it be the cops??

"Uhmmmm no but it was this guy that just moved in next door and baby when I tell you this man is FINE.. He is FINE"

"Ou I know he got money those apartments aint cheap".

"He came over n brought me some cookies and introduced himself to me.... and he gave me his number". Jordans mouth dropped, she gave the same little girl squeal you gave earlier.

"When I get back from my trip I'm going straight to your house, I gotta see this man for myself".

For the next hour or two you caught up with your best friend about life since it's been a few weeks since y'all have talked.

"Maybe this new neighbor is good for you, My bestie needs some love in her life". You shrugged and Jordy laughed. "I don't know Jordan you know it's been a while".

"You needa stop fucking with these bums Yn, and this new neighbor doesn't sound like a bum so it's perfect". Jordan smiled and you decided it was time to go to bed so you said your goodbyes and fell right asleep.

as yall can tell I got a little sloppy at the end but hope y'all liked :))

[pursuitseternal]

“Scald Me:” Let the Vampire Lord Astarion tend to your every comfort, 🔥 update to “The Rogue You Were”

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3K of comfort, bath sex

Summary: you have those nightmares again, filled with death and fear and tentacles. You seek comfort alone, wanting to scald the fear from your body, but only one man’s attentions will give you what you seek… and more.

CW: soft!Ascended Vampire Lord, Tav ptsd dreams, one scared maid, comfort, dexterous hands washing your hair, bath sex, tub sex, one very wet tile floor…

Ao3 link | Astarion Fic Masterlist

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

Months since you’ve turned immortal. Months since your nights on the road, your days covered in blood and your mind racing with the thrill of danger and the constant mystery that was your life.

You have a palace, a lover, your immortal life protected from enemies. Your nights are spent in orgasms and luxury, your days still involving blood, but not of your enemies. Only his. Only Astarion’s blood, rife with his Ascended power that he keeps flowing into you as well.

But still, the nightmares come, the feeling of death breathing down your neck, the ghost of a squirming tadpole in your brain. The faces of those lives you took sometimes flit before… enemies and innocents, monsters and villains. You wake sweating in your sheets, hands still feeling the stick of blood.

You still hear his ghost sometimes in your head, your Dream Visitor, before you knew who he truly was… Even undead, powerful and loved, you are haunted.

The fear of becoming an Ilithid, the need to fight and flee, it still runs hot in your cold blood.

On nights in your bed, you cuddle into Astarion for comfort, for warmth. The one thing that grounds you and protects you from those lingering phantoms.

But today, you wake alone, your lover yet returning from business outside the City. The chilling sweat makes you feel well and truly dead. You need to get warm, to wash away the hovering darkness of your trauma.

You rise from bed, eager for your morning bath. Something to warm you from the chill of your memories and chase the fear from your shivering body. Crossing into your bathing room, the maid, some little new thing hired, already pours the last pitcher of steaming water into the enamel tub. She shakes as you enter, her eyes cast away. But you thank her, regardless of her deference…

Until you dip your hand into the water. The waves of your angst, your irritation, they reach their own boiling point.

“This water is cold,” you snap. Your head lifts with ferocity to stare down the girl. She is young, shivering. But so were you once. “Unacceptable,” you hiss. “Would you have made it so for the Master?”

“N-n-no, my lady,” she fumbles quietly, keeping her head lowered. You can’t even see her face.

“Am I not also powerful? A hero of the City?” you feel the swell of your wrath pouring out, misguided, misdirected, but it feels so good to let it out regardless. “I want this water hot. Scalding. Enough to boil the flesh from your skull if you fail me again.”

“Tch, tch,” a warm, velvety voice pours over from the doorway behind you. “My consort, you don’t need to threaten to prove your power, darling.”

You spin, Astarion locking eyes with yours. He leans against the frame, handsome as ever, his hair just a little more unruly than normal, you perceive. Instantly he assesses your state, your inner turmoil, your hurt, your rage. And he meets it with a distant look of concern. “Run along, girl, and fetch your mistress water hot enough to scald her.” He jerks his head, the servant instantly rushing out of the room. If she is crying, she holds back her tears until she is clear of their sight.

Frozen, dread rushing in your veins, you can only grip the edge of the tub and let your body shake. The tremors don’t even cease once you feel his warm hands on your shoulders, rubbing them gently to bid the tension away. “You really should save your fangs and threats for our enemies, you don’t need the practice on little girls who will only cry themselves senseless at your power, my darling.”

You say nothing, swallowing as you stare at your reflection in the water. The hardness and pain in the new crimson of your eyes stares back. A transferred gift of Astarion’s power, it seems—your lasting reflection.

His touch leaves one shoulder, dipping his fingers in the bath, little ripples running away from the intrusion. “My dearest, why, this water is hot enough to turn you to a broth. Why don’t you get in?”

You hear the comfort in his tone, his gentle attempts to soothe you where you feel raw and frightened. But you can only hiss in reply, “Why don’t you get in then?”

“If you insist,” he croons, and you hear the slip of his clothes from his perfect, lustrous skin. “A long day of threats and placating, of flying back to your side the moment I could sense your fear in your sleep… I’ll need some extra rejuvenation to stay looking this good for you, my treasure.”

Your breath hitches, body frozen at the weight of his words, hidden behind his bravado. “You… you could sense it…”

He says nothing at first, waiting half-naked beside you, pale chest just perfect as the steam swirls around you both. Eyes searching yours, he takes his damp hand from the tub to smooth your hair off one shoulder. A simple gesture done hundreds of times already, a precursor mostly to feeding. Or fucking. But this time, it meant neither.

These were tender, little petal-soft strokes on your skin. Meant to soothe. He slips your dressing gown from your shoulders, careful not to touch your skin too much. “I can sense your pain as your maker, do not forget, be that a prick of your finger or the torment of your dreams.” His voice is soft, flowing over your shoulder, wrapping you in that purr, that velvet caress he uses to soothe you back to him.

For those times you are trapped again in fear and tentacles and gore. The times he assures you that you have not only his blood, his power, his protection, but his heart as well.

Mercifully gentle, his hand steadies around yours, moving it to caress the surface of the water. It sucks your fingers in, flawless surface breaking to take in your touch. You feel it this time, the warmth of the water, the heat of his hand pressed into the back of yours. You shiver. But his touch grips firmly around your hand, encouraging you to step inside the waters fully.

Steam sweeps around you, mist brushing your face, laden with sweet oils of orange flower and citrus. Sharp and clean and luxurious. One leg sinks into the bath, then the other. But nothing is as hot as the way his touch scalds you, softly guiding you down into the warm embracing waters.

You sink to your neck, gasping after a moment. After you realize his touch has left your flesh.

“Astarion,” you call, that old dread of waking alone with only your pain as friend grips fast on your heart once more. Spinning, the water slashes roughly over the enamel edge.

“Tch,” he sucks his teeth as he withdraws, the water soaking his pale skin, dripping down his legs, still half-clothed. “If money were a concern, I’d chide you for ruining these silks, my love.” His smirk warms you, your eyes now filled only with the sight of him.

His lustrous skin covered in rivulets of scented water, his muscles flexing as he frees himself of the rest of his drenched and ruined trousers. Even that sight of his softened cock makes you flush warmer as you glance it between his legs. Your chest eases as his eyes lock solely into yours. That now matching shade of crimson, that matching fang-toothed smile… you give him no room, forcing him to climb into the waters by sliding his ruinous body right down yours.

Not that he cares, not from that steep-angled tilt of his head or from the heavy, half-lidded gaze he rakes over your chest.

The slosh of water smacks the tile floor as he pulls you close, one hand sweeping a palm full of water to wash the tear streaks from your cheek. “You will have to thank me, to congratulate me, I have never flown so quickly from Waterdeep in my life, undead or not, when I felt your dreams,” he whispers.

“Flown?” you try to tease, but even that single word sounds forced and hollow in your tight and ravaged throat. “Mist… bat…?”

“Mist is far faster you know, my treasure,” he keeps his voice soft and rolling deep in his chest as he pours another handful of water to wash your neck. “And I was in such a state to hurry to your side.” His hand presses your cheek now, turning your face into his. “More memories of our… journey?”

He was careful in his words, as you are with him. You never mention his former tormentor and master, he never mentions the Emperor or Ilithids or the Absolute. Not unless you first bring them up.

Your breath shakes, but you nod. “It was…” you stop. The images that flashed in your dreams returning just as violently as before.

The warmth of his thumb strokes your lips, softly willing them to continue. “I’m all pointy ears, my treasure…”

That makes you grin reluctantly. Words you once heard so often, imbued now with his purring, powerful tones. The words of the Spawn in the voice of the Ascendant.

And that pet name for you that took to your heart instantly. His treasure. His most precious possession, for the man that has everything and that can give you anything. The thing dearest to him in the world.

And right now, he is yours. You didn’t even need to ask.

A loud swallow passes over your dry throat. “I dreamt of it all again, the Nautiloid, the Netherbrain…” you close your eyes, shutting them tight as if you could block out the visions in your mind. “Friends reduced to ash, to tentacles, lost forever…”

His palm presses against the side of your head to draw you near until your forehead nestles in the crook of his neck, cradled on the plane of his shoulder. “You’re not alone in this, remember, none of us were, neither of us are now,” he whispers against the top of your head.

He falls silent, little cupping handfuls of water to dribble over your cheek, through your hair, and down your back. Its warmth is far from scalding, but it slowly begins to soothe. “When those same demons come to plague me, my darling, I like to remember that first sunset after the Brain fell. The way my head felt suddenly lighter once it was free, the way the sun still kissed my face, scalding my skin with almost the same heat that I felt for you, my need for you, my treasure.”

“Hmmm,” you pause, letting your mind drift over the softer moments you had shared. “Remember how rakish you were in the Grove, the night we defeated the Goblin Camp…”

“It wasn’t all smoke and mirrors, empty bluster you know,” his fingers lift from the bath, pinching your face softly. “My little treat. Your cheeks were so rosy and flushed. There was no better place to burn off your bloodlust than my bed, darling…” he purrs into your ear, that sensual curl in his voice, that honeyed seduction that still catches you off guard. You hope in all the ages you will share with him, it never ceases to jolt you right in your belly with lust.

“You still shiver so, darling.”

You do in fact shake, even as his arm holds you against his skin, even as the water does begin to seep into your bones. “Then warn me. Nothing makes me feel scalding like you can, my love,” you whisper, turning to meet his gaze. You are met with such intensity, such vivid concern, you don’t need a spell cast to know you worry him more than any other being in this realm or the next when you get like this.

“What do you have in mind, my consort?” he begs the question, even as his hand moves through the water, fingers pressing at your hip to guide you closer. To move you onto him.

You press a hand on his chest, bracing against his mighty strength when he wants you on his cock—already erect beneath the waters. You can tell. “Won’t you finish washing me first? Before you make me very, very dirty?” you simper, eyes wide and lashes batting. That lust makes your innards thaw, the stiffness of fear draining from your muscles as he feigns a look of disinterest as he considers it. “I’m sure there are other ways for me to feel scalding, blistering hot than just slipping your cocking between my legs….”

You swirl the water around that length, watching his smirk twist all the more at the motion. “Only because I do so adore you will I allow it. Even still, you will need to come closer,” his voice rings with that powerful, silken chime. His hands grip hard into your ass, using that weightlessness of the water to swish you onto his lap. The warmth of his skin caresses beneath your thighs, your ass. That comfort of his body grounds you like nothing else in these realms. And you sigh, most of your fear and tension melting away at last.

You close your eyes, those lithe and dexterous hands begin to pour water over your hair. More of that scented oils fills your nose as fingers so skilled at picking locks and stroking your clit scrub into your scalp. “Mmm, delicious,” you begin to smile.

And he chuckles slowly at the echo of his own flirtation flung back in his face. “Savor it, pet. I’m sure there are ways to repay my kindness for kindness shortly.”

“You don’t mean kindness…do you,” you tilt your head forward again, meeting his eyes, and instantly you aren’t wet between your thighs from just the bath water any longer.

“No, little love,” his hands pull you flush, belly to belly, hard enough to make his cock prod up against you. “I do not.” His hands grip hard into your sudsy hair, just a bit of divine pain tingling as he tugs it, angling you head back, bearing your neck as his eyes scan that pale column he hungers for still. “Now, be a good girl, let’s get you cleaned, and then you’ll know just how hot you make me.” His hands pour water down your head over and over again, and your eyes flicker shut. The reverence in his touch grows edged with desire, you can feel his haste. His cock twitches every time you breathe in deeply, deep enough to make your breasts drag their straining nipples against his chest.

You shake your head from the longer trickles, a devious grin on your lips as you scoop a palm of water. “What about your turn… wash that sweat off your curls as you hurried to my rescue?”

“You wouldn’t dare get these flawless locks wet, would you?” he feigns a snarl. “I will not look like a drowned cat when I finally warm you from the inside out, my pet.” Quicker than breath, he grabs your hand midair and sinks it into the blissful warm waters again. He gives you that wicked, mischievous giggle to punctuate the quiet before he wraps both sets of fingers around his cock.

Hotter than the waters. Hard and awaiting and twitching the moment you catch its pulse. You feel him slide deeper into the waters, lifting you up just enough to instantly slot himself between your thighs. You gasp, the fullness so familiar and arousing, so comforting to be fit perfectly again.

Water begins to splash over the porcelain edge behind him as you join at last. Slowly, you pace yourself, letting the waters warm your skin as you ride him. His eyes bore into you, flickering down every now and then to watch your breasts dipping in and out of the bath as you keep your rhythm.

Astarion keeps his hands clawed into your hips, grounding you among the swirls and splashes that lap around you. Those crimson eyes still scan all about you, observing every detail, every bat of your eyes and tremor of your lips. Making fully certain he chases away those lingering ghosts from you…

Just as you do for him.

His lips curl as you increase your pace, your fingers now clutched hard around the ivory lip of the tub. You ride him with abandon, water cresting in waves to drench the floor. But you’re sure your cunt is far more drenched. The slick inside you hot from the sweet pressure he gives you, the little thrusts he makes when you sink back down to crush his thighs.

Breath matches breath, his mouth so close, so open, you lose all sense of what air is yours or his. The little groans you make grow more ragged, his voice in your ear as you hang your head. Lost to the growing swell of pleasure in your belly. “My love,” he purrs. “My consort and queen… my most precious treasure…”

The muscles of his thighs clench beneath you, hips now slamming up into with haste and recklessness. Out of control, he arches back, head resting against your gripping hands on the tub.

But his words, his undoing inside you, it’s all enough to throw you into that heat he conjures under your skin.

Heat so burning, the gush of your arousal as you come does scald you. You can barely whimper his name, feeling his own shudders of climax take him. You feel your juices trickle between your thighs, hot to the touch before the waters wash it away.

Those damp, silver curls rest on your shoulder, their flawless swoops wet and heavy from steam as he nuzzles against your neck. “Feeling better?” he sighs softly. “Scalding enough for you?”

You run your dripping hand into that tantalizing hair, raising him off your shoulder. That look of smug satisfaction, that glow of his own climax, flushing his pale skin and sharpening his defined cheeks and jaw, it steals your breath. “Always with you, my love,” you reply. “Always scalding.”

[atmilliways]

Preview

@steddiemicrofic

written for ‘Pine’ | wc: 508 | rated: T Kind of a time travel fic, kind of a future fic. Established relationship, but also not. With a whiff of mutual pining.

Eddie is cold. He’s so fucking cold, clutched in Henderson’s arms. 

And then he isn’t. 

He’s hot, dripping sweat instead of blood. Standing, feet aching like he’s been on them all day. Everything is light and heat and noise, the clanging of metal and the sizzle and smell of things cooking, people bustling. He sways on his feet, and—

“You okay, chef?”

It’s too much. Eddie’s eyes roll back, gone before he even falls.

He wakes in a soft bed, softer than he’s ever felt in his entire life. It smells of pine-scented laundry detergent, weed smoke, and comfort. 

“Eds?” Steve Harrington leans over him with concern and relief in his eyes, and something warm that chases the last of the cold from Eddie’s blood. He’s clasping Eddie’s hand in both of his.

Something’s off, though. Steve looks . . . older. And damn good in glasses, but since when did Steve Harrington need glasses?

“You passed out at work, babe.”

Babe.

Babe.

“King Steve holding my hand,” Eddie mumbles. “I’m either dreaming or dead.”

“. . . Oh.” Steve’s grip tightens, reminding Eddie that, oh yeah, he can hear him. Maybe not a dream, if he doesn’t get to have his privacy when thinking out loud. “Okay, so this is happening. Uh. . . . What year do you think it is?”

Eddie frowns. It’s 1986, but. . . . When he looks down at himself there are scars and unfamiliar tattoos and, weirdly, a distinct lack of one nipple on his own chest. Why is he shirtless?

His silence seems answer enough, because Steve nods. “Okay. You told me this was going to happen, just weren’t sure when. The last thing you remember is the Upside Down, right? Bats?”

The bats. Eddie shudders with his entire body. 

“Okay,” Steve says again, smoothing his thumbs over the knuckles and palm of Eddie’s hand. “You’re going to be fine, Eds. This is just a blip.” He offers an awkward smile. “But you’re going to go back, and it’s going to really hurt for a while but you’re going to be fine. Just do your stretches, I remember how much you hated that shit but it’s important.”

Eddie can’t wrap his head around what Steve is saying. His voice is small when he asks, “Will I still be able to play?”

The smile firms up, genuine. “Yeah. Not quite as good as before, we all know how important your left nipple was for that, but. You have guitars all over the damn place, really clutters up our apartment.”

“Our?” Eddie croaks. 

Another squeeze of his hand. “Yeah. Don’t leave me hanging too long when you get back, okay?”

He wants to ask more, but sleep is tugging at him and the bed is so soft. 

He wakes up in a hospital bed, and the Steve Harrington he knows is asleep in the visitor’s chair, hand on the sheet next to Eddie’s. 

And Eddie, not wanting to leave him hanging, breathes through the pain as he reaches to hold it.

(also on Ao3)

[gabessquishytum]

So glad to see you’re back! Hope your break was restful because it was certainly well deserved! Hope you continue to take time for yourself and prioritize yourself ❤️

I know Ameliot owns centaurs now but I had an idea I have to share lol.

One of the key parts of centaur mythology is that they kidnap human women to be wives. So centaur dream has never liked this process—it activates his social anxiety for one—but it’s what centaurs do.

And his family is on his case and this breeding season is going particularly rough on him. He really really needs a mate…

So when the herd ambushes a human town, dream, due to real need and lots of peer pressure, knows he can’t come back empty handed. Desire would never let him hear the end of it.

Problem is he hasn’t ever done this before so he isn’t entirely sure how to like…spot a human and sweep them up into his back.

So he just goes for it almost without looking, hooking his arms around the nearest nice smelling person and launching them over his shoulder and taking off, his grip firm around their waist.

It isn’t until they’re back and the herd is now entering stage two (seduction and courting the women) that dream takes a good look at his human and realizes…he grabbed a very confused man.

Hob was minding his own business when the centaurs came. Honestly people in town know when the centaurs are coming and so the only women around are very down for the process and are waiting around eagerly. The others who aren’t into it are already inside. Hob didn’t know about the tradition, being a visitor and no one bothered to warn him—he’s a man. So when the chaos starts, he was Not Prepared for a beautiful centaur to thunder up and grab him! The centaur is clearly also confused so it was clearly a mistake on his part but he still stiffly demands that hob will be his wife for the season…

Dream is going to die of embarrassment when desire finds out he grabbed a man on accident. But now he’s got to pretend this was all on purpose.

It isn’t all bad. The man is…very handsome and he smells perfect to dream. And he can’t let him go now, Dream really needs the help during the mating season, even if it won’t result in a pregnancy.

Dream will just have to seduce hob into wanting to stay.

(Stubborn as hob is, it might not be too hard. It just so happens that hob is a size queen)

Omg socially anxious idiot centaur Dream!!!! I love him so much already. I'm obsessed with the idea of Dream looking down at his "bride", and Hob looks back up at him... with his beard... and his flat (ish) chest... and his, ya know, penis. And Dream just wants to sink into the floor in his embarrassment.

But Hob? He's gonna make the best of the situation. He's gonna put on the pretty bridal gown with the rest of the chosen brides (no it doesn't fit him very well but he's still hot af). And he's gonna take Dream’s hand in the glade where the centaurs are dancing. He's not the greatest dancer but he is having a great time! Dream stumbles over his hooves as he realises that the smiling handsome man might actually be the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

The good thing about mating season, is that things like anxiety and awkwardness all fall by the wayside. All Dream feels is admiration for his new mate, and a strong desire to spend the season in the throes of delirious passion. And he discovers that despite being a man, Hob is really the perfect companion. He's horny. Really horny. Maybe even hornier than Dream, which is really saying something.

And it totally doesn't matter that they can't have kids, because they can still very much fantasise and talk dirty about it - which they do. A lot. Dream isn't even remotely shy when he talks about filling Hob up with many strong and magnificent foals. Hob is kind of obsessed with the way Dream will approach him from behind and mount him with absolutely no warning (thank goodness Hob keeps himself well oiled!) and start whispering filth in his ear about what a good little wife Hob is, how he was absolutely made for it and even the gods won't be able to take him from Dream.

Hob may be a traveller at heart but he'll find it hard to leave when the mating season ends. How will he ever satisfy himself without Dream’s massive cock? Maybe he'll stay another year. It may be impossible for them to have a child biologically, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't keep trying!

[httpsghostie]

One Last Time

this came to me as a dream, and I have no fucking words for it

in advance: there won't be a pt 2 <3 suffer w me <3

Summary: a one night stand that should've remained that.

Word Count: 2,1k

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, toxic!John Price x f!reader, angst/hurt // masterlist

You had met him at a bar. 

Dim lights, loud music, far too many tequila shots.

He seemed like the perfect pair for that night, all alone, no ring on his finger, no one to call him mine. You had him all to yourself back then, when you mustered the courage to walk up to him and politely ask for his number.

That led him to your house, both of you being way too drunk to think about the fact that you had a roommate. Making out on the way to your room, his hands everywhere on your body, keeping you close, his rough beard itching your face with every kiss. 

He obviously fucked you just the right way. Pinning you down on your bed, thrusting his hips against yours, marking your waist with his fingers. He couldn’t get enough from you, how you hungrily swallowed every inch he had to give you.

It was all a hot mess, your hand covering your mouth to stop you from screaming, the sound of skin slapping filling your room, his musky scent everywhere in your sheets. His guttural groans as he came inside you, regaining consciousness right after it and freaking out with you.

This had felt like a wet dream, the way his body intertwined with yours, the way he felt so warm and cuddly when you fell asleep on his broad chest. You were a fragile snowflake cradling his presence. Yet, just as snow melts under the warmth, he dissolved from your grasp, leaving behind nothing but a dampened sense of loss.

He felt like an apparition, a hidden visitor from another realm. Leaving you behind just like the waves wash away footprints on the sand.

Your roommate, also your best friend, was like a sister to you. And you bet she would notice there was something off about you. Of course she heard the indistinguishable sound of sex coming from your room, and since you seemed to be so sad after it ended, she didn’t think about complaining. 

Until it happened again, another drunk night, and one round of angry sex. 

“Why’d you leave me?” You asked, panting as he had you in a mating press position.

“What?” He took a moment to register your words as he slammed his hips into yours. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“John!” You laid on your elbows, looking in his eyes, but he threw his head back, holding the back of your knees for support. He let a few grunts escape the back of his throat, his pace becoming frantic.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, where do you want me to cum?” He finally looked at you, but it seemed like he never even listened to you. 

You laid back, not saying a word as he pulled out, covering your stomach with his release. He wasn’t gonna be irresponsible again. He collapsed by your side, pulling you in his muscular arms, holding you close like you were about to escape.

“What were you saying?” He asked.

It was useless trying to put up a fight with someone whom you have had sex twice. This was supposed to be a one night stand, and somehow you had to turn this into romance, of course, how could you not? Year after year having no one paying attention to you, just another face in the crowd, blurred and indistinct among the sea of other faces. 

That’s when he appeared, like a breath of fresh air, like the tide washing over a neglected shore. His overall dominant side, the gentle hand resting on your lower back accompanying you to the car, how he caressed your arm when you were about to sleep.

And then you woke up again, feeling like he appeared to you as a mirage, promising relief from your thirst, but disappeared as you reached out.

“It’s the second time.” Your friend hissed as your messy figure emerged from your room. She was making coffee, as always.

“I didn’t see him go.” You mewled, yawning as you took a seat on the stool.

“He’s a coward, you should stop seeing him.” She gave you a stern look and you flipped her off. “I mean it, he’s no good for you, you keep whining since the first time he was here, he’s not the only guy in the world. You don’t even know what he works with. He could be dangerous.”

“Your kindness is truly overwhelming.” You gave her a fake smile.

But she was true, he had scars on his body from what you remember. Not like a “hurt myself cutting veggies” type of scars, more like a “I’ve been stabbed and shot and I’m still standing” type of thing.

Who was he, after all?

Did it even matter to you?

His absence was like trying to reach for the reflection of the moon on the water, an ethereal beauty that remains out of touch. His absence only makes you grow needier for him, desperate, to the point you ask the bartender if he knows where John lives or what he does. You get a shallow answer, but informative enough. He’s in the military. That’s probably the reason why he keeps disappearing from time to time. 

“Tomorrow’s the last saturday of the month, I think he’ll be here. But I never told you this.”

And there you were, all dressed up, waiting for him. Hours passed by, and just when you were about to leave, he came through the door. You got up, eager to go talk to him, but he was followed by some more guys who all sat at the bar beside him. After taking a deep breath, you walked up to him, tapping on his shoulder and interrupting his laughter. He looked at you up and down and didn’t say a thing, you were frowning, trying to read him.

“Do I know you?” He asked.

You blinked, hearing the sudden sound of your shattering heart breaking into pieces.

“No, I-... I thought you were a friend of mine, sorry.” 

You showed a weak smile, eyes immediately filling with hot tears. You nodded to the guys and walked away, still hearing their conversation from a distance.

“She cute, if you don’t want her, don’t mind me.”

“Stay in your fucking seat, sergeant.”

You stopped, spinning on your feet and walking towards them again.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but listen.” You chuckled. The cute guy wearing a hat with the UK flag on it was looking at you and smiling. “But I’m available.” You smiled.

He got up to greet you properly, but John stood up and hit the bar with clenched fists.

“Told you to stay fucking seated.” He walked to you, grabbing your wrist in front of his friends. “Come on.” 

He dragged you out of the bar, taking you to the smoking area. He lit up a cigarette, nervously shaking his leg. You watched intently as his fingers were trembling and how thousands of thoughts seemed to run on his mind. 

“What were you thinking?” He suddenly snapped, making you take a step back.

“What was I thinking? You show up once in a lifetime like you’re a fucking fugitive.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you said.

“Maybe I am, maybe you’re the reason I’m running.” He blew smoke on your face and pointed at you as he spoke.

“Don’t put the fucking blame on me!” You hit his hand, making him drop the cigarette. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and stomped on it.

“Come.” 

He dragged you once again, now to his car, opening the door and shoving you inside, entering just by your side, slamming the door on the way. He towered over you in the cramped backseat space and you inhaled his nicotine filled breath. Your attempts on kicking and punching him were useless as he was so much stronger than you. But you didn’t want him away, you needed him there, even if this was the last time.

Long minutes passed as he stared at your teary eyes, clashing his lips against yours in a hot kiss. You couldn’t fight him, in fact, you didn’t want to win this fight.

The kiss was hungry, filled with need and lust. His hands roamed your thighs, hips, waist, breasts, until they rested on each side of your neck, pulling you closer. His jeans and your panties were thrown somewhere in the car and your skirt was lifted. You were on top of him, riding his length as he kept you locked in his arms, occasionally thrusting his hips upwards.

You grabbed onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, and he groaned. He missed this feeling. He couldn’t help but think of you when he was in the deep of the quarters, so far from your touch, from your embrace. He blamed himself for leaving you since the first day, and he promised he would never come back to your town again, even if it meant moving. But he couldn’t resist the urge when he was back, he needed you more than he could explain. He was a fucking jerk, he never meant to hurt you, but he knew he couldn’t have you.

He came inside you again. Not moving as both of you tried to catch your breaths.

“We can’t keep doing this.” You said after a while, still laying in his chest.

“I know, I’ll have to carry a condom.”

“No, John, this. We can’t keep doing this.” You didn’t even have the courage to look in his eyes. He could only look at you as you gathered your panties and adjusted your clothes, mouth ajar, not being able to form a sentence. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he spoke:

“Can I take you home?”

What? So he could fuck you one last time and leave your room smelling like him? Not again.

“Yes.”

The silence was still weird. You couldn’t tell if your attempt at breaking up was successful, if he was pissed, heartbroken or what. The bar was just a few minutes from your house, so you were there shortly. You kept on looking forward, vision blurred as he was parked in front of your place.

“Can I stay the night?” He asked, looking at you, you saw him through your peripheral vision.

“One last time.”

You walked in, dropping your keys by the table. Your friend, who was watching a movie on the couch, gave you a serious stare.

“John’s staying the night. Can he have the couch?” You sighed.

Both of them looked confused, but your friend had a hidden amused expression. She nodded, giving you a hug and going to her room. John couldn’t believe you, but he couldn’t complain.

You gave him a blanket and a pillow and told him to make himself at home, shoving all of your emotions deep down your skeleton to bare his stay. But he just couldn’t, hearing your quiet sobs as he leaned against your door, the deep sense of agony filling his chest.

You ended up in his arms once again, crying in his chest like a desperate child. He soothed you, held you close, caressed your hair. Why was he doing all this if he would go away by the morning?

And morning came, casting eerie shadows against your face. He was there, already awake, looking at you.

But this didn’t feel willful. It felt odd. He wasn’t supposed to be there and both of you knew it.

“Why aren’t you gone?” You asked, half lidded eyes looking at him.

“Couldn’t find the door.” He chuckled.

“You didn’t have a hard time finding it the last time.” He sighed, trying to find his words.

“To be fair, I don’t know if I’m hurting you more by staying or leaving. If I leave, you complain, if I stay, you complain. You’re difficult to please.”

“You should’ve been gone when I woke up.” You sat on the bed, getting up and putting on your pants. You’d slept in his shirt somehow. 

“I can stay-”

“John, it’s better for both of us if you go.”

He took a deep breath, looking at you if he was trying to memorize the way you looked.

You had his shirt, he knew it, you too, and none of you wanted to bring this up, lying to yourselves. He put on his hoodie and pants, and you led him to the front door, both of you staring at each other before he left, getting into his car.

His shirt remained on your body when you threw yourself on the bed again, only to find a handwritten note under your pillow.

“I’ll come back for that shirt.”

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[oftenwantedafton]

Secret Smile - College English Professor/Vampire Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 5

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content

Also available at AO3

Your Art Appreciation class has a field trip to a museum in the city that’s an hour away.

The bus waits for departure in the parking lot outside the brick building you have the class in late afternoon. It’s a bright yellow specimen with seats the color and texture of an avacado skin that you’re jostled against every time the driver finds a pot hole or other break in the pavement. At least you have a seat all by yourself. The sun sets by the time you reach your destination. The instructor—a middle aged woman fond of bright colors and what you suppose could be considered hippie kind of attire—informs the class that they may wander the building as they like. You’re to pick one piece of art to write about, due the following class a week from today.

You disperse from the group and enter the first wing. Contemporary Art. There’s a broad variety here. Lots of works created in three dimensions. Abstract shapes. Bold colors. Contrasting sharply with the next exhibit area, Art of Europe. Enormous framed paintings line the walls. You’re looking at the pastel textures on a canvas when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Monet. Impressionism.”

You turn in surprise to find Steve Raglan standing behind you. V neck sweater, dark jeans, blazer. No glasses tonight.

“What are you doing here?” You resist the urge to throw your arms around him. No alluring scent at the moment, though you know that could change at any time.

“Heard mention of a field trip this evening. Thought I’d join in.”

“You like art?”

Your English professor nods. “Some art,” he corrects. “What do you think?” He nods towards the portrait of water lillies across from you.

“It looks so different in person. The scale. You just have no perception of it when it’s a photograph in a textbook.” You pause. “It’s weird to think you were around when all this was being created. I don’t even know what year you were born,” you say softly, aware of other visitors passing nearby.

“Hmm.” That hum you’ve come recognize which means he won’t be answering your indirect query. “Walk with me.”

You follow him through the room. Pausing here and there to admire a painting. Your eyes wander to his profile. Sometimes you find his eyes regarding you. A silent exchange. A promise for later.

The next room features Asian Art. Scrolls. Masks. Demons. Dragons. Buddhist statues. Swords. A Noh costume tucked safely behind glass. A tea set. Depictions of ancient battles. More peaceful landscapes featuring fields. Ocean waves. Steve’s knuckles graze yours. The room empties. “The ebb and flow of the tide. Restless desires.” His breath hot beside your cheek. A roaring sound in your ears. You can almost hear the sea crashing, accompanying the foamy crests depicted before you. You imagine the prow of Ahab’s ship. Choppy water. Pursuit. The book is nearly finished. Soon you’ll be starting a new assignment. You can smell the sea now. Buried in the shore, trapped in the atmosphere.

The scents and sounds dissipate. You’re no longer alone in the room, the vampire temporarily surrendering his sway. You blink several times. It’s like waking from a dream. You wonder how much of what you want is your own desire, and how much is driven by this supernatural creature’s prowess.

The Ancient Art gallery is next. A lot of pottery here. Figurines. Sculptures. Statues. Greece, Rome, Egypt. An Etruscan sarcophagus, the supine figures of a man and woman in a lover’s embrace sculpted on the lid. You find yourself drawn to the piece. Something about the intimacy shared across time. The romantic notion of being together in what they’d believed was eternity after this life.

“I have to write a paper on one of the pieces. I think I’m going to do this one.”

“What time do you have to be back to your bus?”

“Um, what time is it now?” Raglan holds up his wristwatch for you to read. “I’ve still got an hour.”

“Good. Come with me.” You’re once again following his lead. A marbled staircase. The building is nearly a work of art itself. To your left is a cordoned off area bearing a sign that says No Admittance. The guard on patrol frowns as if he’s trying to concentrate on hearing something, shaking his head and abandoning the vicinity.

You think back to the coffee shop that night when Steve had cleared out a lot of the customers. The way the Asian Art gallery room had emptied so suddenly. He’s doing it again. Exerting his influence. Exhibiting his power.

“Let’s go.” He lifts one of the heavy posts effortlessly and you tuck in against the wall. There’s a door nearby that you’re escorted to. Dimly illuminated inside the room, the sole light source from the skylight above. A sliver of moon. It smells like dust and linen and old books. Kind of like a library. The door closes and the vampire embraces you from behind.

“Little mouse, the restraint I’ve had to exercise. You’ve no idea.” He moves your hair aside and presses his lips to your neck. The unmarked side this time. One hand slides down the front of your shirt. The other wanders beneath the hem of it, stroking your abdomen. His touch has you aflame instantly. “What will you say about the art piece?”

“The intense intimacy of it. A private moment shared across the ages. A declaration. Defiance. Together even after death.”

“And how does that carving in volcanic stone compare to having eternity, warm and breathing, standing beside you?” You feel the points of his canine teeth teasing your throat. Not piercing the skin, just there, testing, tasting.

“It doesn’t. Are you going to drink from me tonight?”

“You’re so eager for it, little one. Maybe even more than I am.” Steve sighs against your unblemished skin. “I won’t mark you here. Somewhere else, perhaps…” He unfastens the button of your pants and unzips them, dipping his hands straight beneath the elastic border of your panties and sliding through your damp sex. “Where should I place our secret this time?”

Smoldering cinders. Perfumed lilac. Melting wax. Dried reeds. You’re released and pushed. A table at your back. The pale light from above spilling down over you. You’re lifted and placed on the wooden surface. Papers. Glass. Perhaps a restoration project for the museum. A coming attraction, giving way before this present one. You might have balked at this at one time; been worried about being discovered. But you know there’s something shielding you, some of his magic at work. Cloaking your intimacy. Keeping people away from this room. His body presses against yours, between your thighs. Your legs hold him there.

“I think you missed me,” you whisper against his cheek.

“I think you’re right.”

You can feel his clothed erection digging against your covered sex. “How did you even know I was in this class?”

“I’ve done my research.” You feel his lips curve in a smile against your throat. The marked side, now.

“Some people would call that stalking.” Your fingers weave through his hair.

“And what do you call it, little one?” His hips move forward, grinding his body against yours.

“Enthusiastic pursuit, maybe.” You’re once again reminded of your literary assignment. A feverish crusade that dismisses rational thought. Hunting for that impossible thing frustratingly just beyond reach. You gasp when the pressure against your rutting pussy hits just right.

“Now that I’ve caught you, what to do…” The vampire jerks aside the open collar of your shirt, his tongue dragging along your collarbone, his teeth scraping your shoulder. “Eros’ arrows striking true. Limbs loosened, mind feeble. Hesiod’s Theogony. Poetry on the origins and genealogies of the Greek gods. I have a copy. I’ll lend it to you.”

“Read it to me,” you insist. Your teeth pull on his bottom lip. “Bring me to your house and read it to me and fuck me in that dark room.”

A sharp hiss of surprise. You think he’s not accustomed to you being so direct. So vulgar. “Is that what you want, rabbit? You want me to take you home and mark you deep inside?”

“Yes…”

“Very well then. It seems this is merely a placeholder for later.” His fingers sink into your hair, wrenching your head back, his tongue licking a stripe along your throat. “I’ll wait until then to spill your blood. The intensity that newly hollowed womb of yours will feel, so shallowly lined at the start of your next cycle, trembling against me.” Another roll of hips. “They’ll do a headcount on the bus. Make sure you’re present and accounted for. Otherwise I’d drive you there directly. Wait for me in the parking lot. I’ll take you home. And then…”

His mouth on yours. Something falls from the table when he pushes against you. Teasing you both about the promise made for later. Silver moonlight on silvered hair. His face between your hands. His fingers refasten your pants. The touches gentle. Lingering. Another stroke across your abdomen before he pulls the hem down properly. Now smoothing the bra strap that’s fallen over your shoulder back in place. His arms wrap around you in a warm embrace.

“Steve,” you say against his chest.

“William,” he corrects you in a voice barely above a whisper. “My real name is William.”

You feel something lurch inside of you. He trusts you enough to tell you. It’s only fitting you should give yourself to him. Maybe that’s the reason behind it. One of them.

“William.”

A shuddering sigh. “I haven’t been called that in a long, long time.”

“How does it feel?”

“It feels…good. Everything with you feels good.” Another kiss. The hour is nearly up. Just enough time for you to emerge back into the forbidden hallway outside and leave the area you’ve trespassed into. You rejoin your fellow classmates outside. The ride back is slightly shorter now that the rush hour traffic has cleared. You linger in your car, waiting for the parking lot to empty. Now sliding back out to find your English professor’s vehicle nearby. His mouth is hungry on yours the instant you sit in the passenger seat.

“Seatbelt on,” he growls the reminder. The buckle clicks into place. Your hand rests on his thigh. A blur of colors outside the window, that strange sensation that things are being moved, distorted. Bent to the vampire’s whim. You’re already at his house. Up the stairs.

Inside of William’s bedroom.

***

The frenzy turns calmer once you’re lying nude in his bed.

He takes his time kissing you. Mouth slack and soft and unhurried. Pressed along your forehead and cheeks and jaw and ears before finding your lips. His book of Greek poetry resting open on the nightstand now. Your fingers lace together. You trace the calloused tips. “What were you before? Your job, I mean.”

“Engineer.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“What would you have guessed?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. Something with physical labor to account for the roughness but I can’t envision it.”

“Working man’s hands.”

“I like them.” Your bring his fingers to your lips and kiss them. “What else have you done?”

“I was a social worker. Briefly. That job never felt right. I was good at it, but…”

“What job did you like best so far?”

He smiles. “This one has been rapidly rising to the top of the list, as of late.”

“I can’t imagine why,” you tease.

He steals another kiss. “Are you ready for me, rabbit?”

You nod. Your heart is racing. William’s hand slides from your neck, passing between your breasts, slotting between your thighs. An appreciative hum at your wetness. “My little wonder…”

“William…” That shudder again. The sound of his real name uttered. A shared secret between you.

He moves over you. His body is now tangent to your own. A sharp line set against curves. Your legs part to make room for him. A little gasp at the feel of his cock swiping against the pink petals. Sliding through the center between the folds. His eyes locked with yours, watching your reaction. Blood engorged flesh beginning to violate you. Stretching, filling. The vampire’s eyes rolling back at the sensation. A little whimper escapes you. Pain lanced with pleasure as he invades your tunnel further. Muscles clenching.

The man’s lips by your ear now. “Let me in, sweet girl, let me have you.” A louder whine. He soothes you with gentle kisses along your jaw and neck. The scarred areas are throbbing. Your blood is calling to him. One final thrust to seat him fully inside you. Your pelvis involuntarily grinding down into the mattress as if trying to retreat but he wastes no time closing that shallow distance. There is no escape. The hunter has caught his prey. You’re his. Aether hovering over Aer. Upper atmosphere above the Earth. The scent of brine, sweet berries warmed by the sun, and newly tanned leather permeates the air.

William’s cock begins to pump in and out of your pussy. Your nails drive into his shoulders. He pushes your lifted thighs back further. Burying himself deeper. His weight leans into you. His lips find yours with every forward rocking motion. Your hand abandons his shoulder and cups his bearded cheek. A wet kiss on the inside of your wrist. Your pulse firing against his lips. A flash of white pointed teeth. Upper cuspids preparing to part the layers of skin to find the deeper, larger vessels within. The moan when his cock strikes your cervix. New sparks of pain followed by pleasure when the needle-like points find their target. Sucking. Your blood stains his lips, his beard. A trickle escapes and he’s quick to lap along the trail.

The feeding is over as quickly as it had begun. Controlled. Precise. His attention is focused back on the wet cavity he’s pummeling. Your sounds are needy. You want him to take more. You want to give everything to him. Your hips are lifting to meet his now in careless jerks. Wanton. Seeking rapture, still riding the waves of euphoria from the bloodletting.

William’s index and middle fingers press into your mouth. Sit in the shallow depression on the surface of your tongue. Roughs whorls of the tips against tastebuds. Salted. Metallic. Bloodstained from where he’d clutched your arm. Tasting the musk of your arousal when he’d dipped into it earlier. Abruptly withdrawn and his mouth is back on yours. Rough. Teeth nipping. His cock pistoning faster. It’s like being in his car. The dizzying rush of speed. Blurring colors. Momentum the human mind can’t comprehend. A mortal given witness to this. This otherworldly creature. You shatter around him. Fingers carding through his hair. Desperately clinging. His mouth in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. A raw sound tearing itself free. You feel the hot liquid spurting inside you. Marking you as his own.

Later. You're tucked beside him. He’s reading to you. His unoccupied hand stroking through your hair. Eros and Psyche. Caught in his own trap, a victim of his own machinations. Doomed to love. The passage concludes. He closes the cover.

[the-apocrypha]

Hello!

I've had a brain worm about your cottagecore verse stuck in my head for a month now, so I'm finally sharing it.

The mob that stormed Hob's cottage in Eskham didn't come out of nowhere. Someone has been spreading rumours about a dangerous creature in the hedgewitch's cabin for some time. Someone who doesn't particularly like their older brother. Desire knew that they would have to stoke the tension in the village carefully, so that when the villagers' fear got the better of them, Dream would not be there to save Hob. They knew very well that even armed with torches and iron, a mob of peasants wouldn't stand a chance against a fae prince. That didn't matter though - Desire didn't need the mortals to hurt their brother directly; he just needed to be taught a lesson about taking human lovers. Getting banished from the realm of the fae just wasn't enough. 

What Desire didn't expect was to be on the recieving end of a similar fate as their brother - turns out that Mother Night does not approve of her children taking human consorts, even if that child might excel at cruel games and bargains. Long story short, when Desire falls in love with a travelling sorceress named Unity, they are yeeted out from their mother's court much like Dream was.

I think it would be funny if Desire ended up getting tossed into Hob's garden while Dream is away doing fae things™️ in the forest. At first Hob panics (understandably, they aren't really expecting visitors in the middle of nowhere), but once he recognises that the being currently squishing his strawberries is another fae, he brings them inside (does he hope that seeing another of his kind might make Dream happy? Maybe. Think of it as enrichment for your lover). Needless to say, Dream isn't exactly thrilled to see his sibling, especially when they let slip that they're rather surprised to find them both alive and (relatively) well. Oopsie, your sibling might have had something to do with your recent troubles, Dream (who would have thought).

I'm hoping for some sort of reconciliation and some reflection from Desire? Maybe being shunned by their kind might help them reconnect. After all, Desire's gonna need all the help they can get if they are to find their beloved out there...

OMG I love this so much, thank you for sharing this glorious brain worm! I love the idea that Desire is out in the mortal realm doing market research for plotting his brother’s downfall and in the process meets Unity and—I’m imagining it wasn’t quite so Love At First Sight, because sorceress!Unity definitely knows better than to tangle with the fae and wants nothing to do with any of Desire’s shit. (Desire’s always liked a challenge.) But eventually, somehow, despite both of their better judgements, the love does happen. 

Also love the idea of Desire getting dumped into the (Dream’s! Special!) strawberry patch—they’re probably not looking too hot, ala Dream when he was first exiled. Hob absolutely takes them into the house as soon as he sees the ears. He’s learned to be wary of his fellow mortals but he’s still a sucker for fae, especially ones who bear a familial resemblance to his lover, and especially ones who are all alone 😩 and hurt 😩. (Dream obviously is unimpressed with all of this, but Hob is at this point well-practiced in tuning out Dream’s Are You Trying To Get Yourself Killed, I Don’t Care That You Survived Thirty-Three Years Without Me, You Won’t Be Surviving The Next Five Minutes If You Don’t Start Apologizing, You Useless Fragile Mortal Tirade).

Also! The idea of Dream and Desire hissing faeish insults at each other over the dinner table while Hob is desperately trying to steer the conversation back to English—hysterical. Dream getting possessive of Hob when Desire looks at him a few seconds too long, and Desire being like “I absolutely do not want your grubby little bear-man, Dream, calm your tits. Unlike you, I have standards.”—excellent. I love it all. 

(Though let’s be real, in this particular AU the moment Dream finds out Desire was the reason that Hob got shishkebabed, this goes from a family feud to attempted murder real quick. IDK if Dream would get over that for… at least a few decades. Desire would be turfed out of the house so fast their head would spin. Their only saving grace might be if Hob suggests that the faster they find Unity, the faster Desire will be out of their hair.) 

I’ll be honest, the possibilities for fae!Dream + siblings are limitless and wonderful, and I’m constantly sad that the cottagecore ‘verse ended up constructed in a way that means—without some very exceptional circumstances, as you have crafted here—we won’t ever really see Dream interacting with his family ever again. At least, not in the official version. Please feel free to tell me all about the elaborate ways in which fae!Dream and Desire get forced into a metaphorical Get Along Shirt, or Death dropping by with little fae care packages with all the stuff Dream misses from his home, or Delirium going on forest walks with Dream and asking him ten million questions about all the strange mortal animals and plants. Dream deserves better relationships with his siblings than what I dealt him in this ‘verse. <3

[bungalowbear]

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nanami kento x reader, pokemon au, wc: 730

nanami is a ranger with yuji as his trainee and reader is a psychic gym leader. had so much fun thinking up this little universe. many thanks to @strawberrystepmom for bringing out our inner trainersonas!

You’re sitting in the library, sipping on a hot cup of tea in front of the fireplace when you hear it. The loud, powerful knocks on the front doors echo throughout the gym. Zorua lifts her head from her front paws, ears perking up toward the sound.

“A visitor?” You glance at the clock resting on the mantle. It’s nearly midnight. “At this hour?”

Placing your cup and saucer on the side table, you rise from your seat and exit the library with Zorua following behind you into the hall. The path from the library to the front of the gym requires several turns down long hallways illuminated by the warm glow of sconces along the walls.

Once an abandoned family estate, your gym is the culmination of years of careful curation. Every detail from the carpet, to the light fixtures, to the crown molding was transformed during your renovation. There’s the library filled with shelves upon shelves of books, rooms for meditation and mental training, and the battle court in the backyard that was once a tennis court. The property also boasts a lush garden for Solrock and Lunatone to sit undisturbed, as well as a large freshwater lake where your Psyduck spends most of his time. It took several years to bring to life your perfect gym, fulfilling your dream of creating a paradise for psychic trainers and their Pokémon.

When you arrive at the foyer you stay standing at the other end of the room opposite from the front doors. The knocking is louder now that you’re closer, and Zorua yips before jumping into your arms. You smooth a hand over her dark fur before using your telekinesis to open the gym doors.

A young boy with pink hair stumbles forward, nearly dropping the person he’s carrying on his back. Judging by his quick recovery, this boy must be stronger than he looks as he straightens up and adjusts the hold he has on the man’s thighs around his waist.

“Hello?” the boy calls out. His voice rings out clearly in the empty foyer. “Is anyone here? We need help.”

He doesn’t see you right away. Not until both your feet lift off the floor and you slowly approach him. You study his face for a reaction to your presence, and you’re impressed by his lack of fear. Most people that end up at your gym have rarely encountered someone with psychic abilities and immediately start trembling. But this boy stares up at you with a wide eyed and awed expression.

“Y-you’re flying!”

His eyes jump from your face to your feet, bending lower to examine the empty space between the bottom of your shoes and the floor.

“I’m actually levitating,” you say, smirking.

“Wow,” he marvels, drawing out the sound as he straighten up again. “So cool.”

His enthusiasm makes you smile, but now that you’re up close you can see the state the man on his back is in. Your face falls at the sight of the head resting on the boy’s shoulder. Blonde hair sticks to the sides of the man’s face, obscuring most of what isn’t already squished against the boy’s body, but you make out a dark bruise blooming near his temple along with the blood that flows from the gash on his cheek.

“What happened?” you ask.

“We were going after poachers when we got caught in a rock slide,” the pink haired boy answers. “He pushed me out of the way and ended up taking some hard hits from the debris. Please, can you help him? Your gym was the closest place I could find.”

Zorua sticks her nose out to take a timid sniff at the unconscious man then turns her head back to look at you. You see worry in her usually playful blue eyes and run your hand across her back to soothe her.

“Poachers?” Your brow furrows. “So, you’re Rangers?”

“We sure are,” he says, chest puffing with pride. But then he turns a bit sheepish. “Well, he is. Technically I’m still in training.”

You hum, taking another look at the man. The longer you stare the more his presence piques your interest, a familiar aura that suggests you’ve met before.

“What’s your name?”

“Itadori,” the boy says. “Itadori Yuji.”

You tell him your name, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“Follow me, Itadori.”

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get to know June (my durge)

so i've been working on Juniper & Starlight for a couple months now and idk just thought it'd be fun to do a little write up on June, my dark urge.

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Name: Juniper Acadia (tho she currently only remembers her first name)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: about 26

Race: i mean, technically Bhaalspawn, but she appears to be a half-elf.

Class: Wizard, School of Divination subclass (tho she does multiclass later, but that's a spoiler)

Alignment: neutral good

Highest Stat: intelligence (closely followed by wisdom)

Lowest Stat: strength (she's more dexterous)

Love Interest: Astarion

Best Friend: Shadowheart (and Scratch)

Height: 5'11" (181cm)

Body Type: June is built like a runner, so slim but not skinny, and with long legs that are more toned than the rest of her body.

Skin: very pale. about as pale as Astarion but with pink undertones.

Hair: Dark, ashy blond and VERY curly, falling to about her mid-back. her hair is thick and there's a lot of it, so it's probablyt he feature most people notice about her first.

Eyes: her eyes are large and round, but what stands out about them is that they are set quite far apart on her face and are an unusually dark, vivid blue.

Face Claim: a young Michelle Pfeiffer, but with rounder, darker blue eyes, somewhat paler skin, and MUCH curlier hair.

Other Notable Appearance Details: her black eyeliner/mascara is almost always running from where she's been crying. she also has Ilmater's holy symbol tattooed on the back of her neck, though she currently has no memory of when, why, or how she got this.

Favorite Color: deep, vibrant purple (like amethyst) as well as sort of a magenta-y pink.

Greatest Passion: history! she loves all knowledge. she's a smart cookie who is very curious about everything, but her passion is history.

Biggest Fear: her own inner darkness/bloodlust. she's terrified of the things she is capable of.

Some Random Facts:

the way her urges and her divination magic manifests causes June to feel like she sometimes experiences time out of order. the present often feels like a dream, making it hard to tell her hallucinations and prophetic visions from reality. it's not fun.

prior to the amnesia, June worked as a sort of tour guide in Baldur's Gate, showing the city's visitors the most notable historical sites. her favorite was the cemetery. (this is also how she found victims.)

her accent would be the same as a norhern Louisiana accent in the real world. it stands out among most people on the Sword Coast, but it's from a small, rural town where she was raised by her adoptive family.

her adoptive family were also half-elves, both of wood elven descent. she had two siblings, both also named after types of trees: Willow and Ash.

June has two core beliefs that drive her: first, never lie to a friend. even if it's dangerous, even if it hurts, once someone is her friend, she feels she owes them the truth. second, everyone deserves a chance at redemption....except for her. (and also probably Cazador.)

she cries a lot. to the point where it's kind of a joke. sometimes it's out of fear, sometimes out of empathy, and sometimes just becaus she's so freaking overhwelmed by the constnat shifts in time and place and her inability to graps onto reality. thus the running mascara at all times.

so that's June. she's currently being a sweet, bloodthirsty, nerdy hot mess in my longfic as well as in a few smutty oneshots you can find on my Ao3.

this isn't a tag, exactly, but if anyone else wants to hop on and use this format, i highly encourage it! i love reading about other people's durges and tavs.