#( fantasy au ) ;;

[niko-ur-local-moron]

HOW COME I NEVER HEARD OF THOSE OR SAW ANY SNIPPETS OMG THANK YOU OP FOR PROVIDING SOME INFO 🫶🫶

Fantasy AU Bakudeku save me...Save me Fantasy AU Bakudeku....Save me ...

[sorryaboutthelean]

paladins

there is little place for love in ambition

[magicclownjuice]

Old Kelpie Moon doodles!

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Can I request Orc Nanami x reader smut? Nanami is desperate to mate with the reader, and tries to avoid her through the day. Professional of course. Unfortunately, he can’t and when the reader corners him in his office at the end of the day he explains the situation. The reader helps him although they’re quite loud. And Nanami tries to be gentle.

Anon, I hope I did your idea justice! It's a little different but I hope I was able to bring it to life!

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑶𝒓𝒄!𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒙𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒍!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

Warnings: semi-public, p in v, office sex.

You had one leg propped onto the table, the other carelessly hung over its edge. Your skirt was bunched up around your waist and held there by your lover's massive body.

The same orc had his head buried in the crook of your neck as he sucked lazily on the delicate skin. There would be a new bruise there the next morning. You were sure of it. All the while Nanami’s hips fucked into your pussy roughly.

“Nanami-oh—” his cock thrust up into you, cutting you off. You tried again. “Nanami, someone could see us.”

“Darling, I– need you– the whole day—” your orc rasped. The pace he had found picked up ever so slightly and you felt split open on him. A large hand sneaked under your blouse pawing at your breast.

“Oh- Nanami. You might as well take my blouse off at this rate. And your shirt while you're at it.”

It had been the fault of this very blouse and skirt – Nanami knew – that he had sunk so low. Looking was one thing. A gentle pat on your bum too would not have made his ears so pink. But the way your breasts bounced under the lavender blouse he picked for you that day had his eyes glued to your form. It definitely didn't help him to see you bend down to pick up some scattered papers. And look back up to see him staring at your ass in the tight white skirt, slack jawed. You had offered him a bright smile and gone on your way while Nanami spent the remainder of the day hunched behind his desk, lest anyone see his rock hard boner. It was painful too. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he'd called for you under the pretext of bringing him some file or the other. No sooner had you entered the room, than he had you pulled into him, grinding his hips against your soft tummy.

It did not take long for you to be lifted onto his desk amidst a scattering of “please” and “need yous”. Sloppy kisses were laid against your lips, dripping down to your jaw, then your shoulder. Nanami’s cock prodded against your thigh and you reached down to relieve it for him. It sprang out into your waiting hand making the man hiss against your skin. His teeth nipped at your collarbone causing you to cry out softly, still aware that the door was unlocked and anyone could have walked in.

“Nanami. We'll be caught!” Your whisper was met by deaf ears.

“Let me put it in? Please? Been dreaming of feeling that tight little pussy around me all day. Please baby.” Nanami lifted his head. Heavy lids opened to look up at you teasingly and his pink lips, parted ever so slightly by his large tusks. Your head nodded…

So now here you were; hoisted onto a desk, as your loving orc fucked you chasing a release he had longed for since the starting of his day.

“Look at me.” Nanami tucked a finger under your chin lifting your head. Your eyes met his.

He slipped his thumb between your glossy lips.

“Suck.”

You wrapped your lips around the digit, tongue lain flat against it and did exactly that. By now it had become almost second nature to you. Nanami could feel it flicking up and down against his skin and couldn't stop himself from remembering how you did that to his cock every time.

Nanami grunted. His cock twitched inside you, “Almost,”

You reached out a hand to grasp at his arm, looking him in the eye, as you pulled it out of your mouth with a pop.

“Cum in me then,” you softly moaned.

The little trigger of your voice was all it took. Nanami spilled inside your warmth with a loud grunt, panting heavily.

He pulled out slowly wincing. “Do you have anything that can't wait till tomorrow?”

You shook your head.

“Good. I'll meet you at the car.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

caught lightning in a bottle

for the @steddiebang2024

inspired by this art by @xgumiho

beta read by @thefreakandthehair

rated e | 15,437 words | read on ao3

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Prince Steven Harrington does not beg anyone for anything.  He handles his own problems the way he was raised to: alone, silently, and quickly.  But he can hear voices when no one is there and that’s definitely a problem that he’s gonna have to find some help with. He’s just not sure who can help him. “You should seek counsel!” Robin exclaims in a much-too-loud voice while she paces the floor. “Counsel? Are you mad ? The counsel would have my head on the stones of the castle dungeons before–” A knock on the door stops Steve from continuing. It’s much too late for guests. The only reason someone should be interrupting him in his chambers is if there’s an emergency. Robin’s looking at him like he’s lost his mind, and maybe he has. He is hearing voices, after all.  “Are you finishing that sentence or am I supposed to read your mind?” Robin finally asks when Steve is just staring at the closed door to his room. “I’m going to get the door,” he says as he starts walking towards it. Robin’s hand is firm on his arm, stopping him dead in his tracks. He turns back to her to ask why she’s stopping him, but he’s met with wide eyes. She shakes her head once and suddenly he realizes why she looks so scared. It’s not because there’s an unexpected visitor to his room in the middle of the night. It’s because there isn’t.

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[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

I love Dutch and I love Hosea

[thatghostinyourbog]

I introduce you to Jingle Chuuya Jester Chuuya from my fantasy au

[warmtoastieer]

Some fantasy au! Megatron doodles because he def needs 8 billion energon beers (+burger, because he’s burgertron) 🍔🍻🍺

[midgetmoth]

Fantasy AU Practice and Brimmed

AU owned by: @alan-in-the-outernet

Characters owned by: Me!

[rahuratna]

Hello, friends and moots!

This is going to be a tough November and December for me work-wise, and so ...

I have fully committed to writing the most self-indulgent JJK Fantasy AU detective agency, replete with copious amounts of world building and mystery-solving. It's going to help me take my mind off the slog, with what comes most naturally to me. I will be writing and updating with slow deliberation in my spare time, now that I have the concept and draft!✍

The first chapter is coming soon, so let me introduce:

"Welcome, Visitor, to Jujutsu Guild Academy, tucked discreetly away in the rolling foothills of the Byre Veld Mountains. Our team of expert sorcerers, now misfits and outcasts from society, gather here to train their talented students, as well as use their exceptional skills to solve cases brought to them by those who know the true nature of the Guild ... much like yourself.

We invite you to place your case at their disposal. We guarantee that you won't be disappointed."

[sur-i-ki]

8/20

To watch the dawn and hope for dusk

The battle was over. The enemy’s banners lay scorched and tattered across the field, trampled into the mud and blood. And all around you, men tended to wounds and dragged the fallen from the ground, the stench of smoke and death thick in the air. You search the field, eyes sweeping past broken swords and twisted armor until you spot him, standing alone on the ridge overlooking the aftermath.

He’s a silhouette against the burnt orange sky, his posture rigid, unmoving. You hesitate, fear twisting cold in your chest, but you force yourself forward. You’d fought through waves of enemies just to find him, to hear him say it was all worth it, that he was glad you were here by his side.

But as you approach, his gaze hardens, and he doesn’t turn to you. He barely acknowledges you. Your breath catches, and you know instantly that something is wrong.

You step closer, close enough to see the exhaustion and something else in his eyes—something that makes your stomach twist with dread. “It’s over,” you say quietly, hoping to break through whatever wall he’s building between you. “We won. We did it.”

He doesn’t respond, just stares out over the battlefield, his jaw clenched. The silence stretches, heavy and unbreakable. Your pulse quickens, a tightness growing in your throat as the feeling that something is terribly wrong settles over you like a shroud.

“Hey,” you try again, reaching out to touch his arm, to pull him back to you. “Are you all right? We made it through. We’re both here.”

This time, he pulls away, a quick, sharp movement that feels like a slap. The rejection stings, sending a chill down your spine. You feel the words rising in your throat, desperate and raw, but before you can speak, he finally turns to you, his face expressionless, cold.

“I never asked you to follow me,” he says, his voice low and edged with something you can’t quite place. “I didn’t want you here.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, stealing the air from your lungs. You take a step back, confusion twisting with the hurt. “What are you talking about?” you ask, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, even as the sharpness in his eyes makes it almost unbearable. “You… you said you needed me. You told me we’d fight together.”

He laughs, a bitter, hollow sound that cuts through you, and it feels like watching a stranger wear his face. “I lied,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t need you. I never did.”

The words sink in, heavy and brutal, and your chest tightens with each syllable, your heart pounding so loud it drowns out the noise of the soldiers around you. Your mind races, trying to make sense of the coldness in his voice, the harshness in his words. This is the same man who held you under starlit skies, whose words were once soft and warm against your skin, who swore he would always stand by you.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You can feel your hands trembling, but you clench them into fists, forcing yourself to stay grounded. “After everything… all we’ve fought for together… why now?”

He looks at you, his gaze unflinching, and there’s something dark in his eyes—a finality that makes your blood run cold. “Because it was a mistake to bring you here,” he says, his tone as sharp as steel. “You’re nothing but a liability. I can’t afford to be watching over you while we fight. I don’t need someone who’s going to hold me back.”

Your breath catches, and it feels like your heart is splintering, each piece tearing away as he speaks. “Hold you back?” you echo, disbelief thick in your voice. “You know that’s not true. I’ve fought beside you, I’ve saved your life more times than I can count, and now… now you say I’m a liability?”

He doesn’t waver, his face a mask of indifference that feels like a knife twisting in your chest. “You can’t save me,” he says, his voice softer, but no less brutal. “And I don’t want you trying anymore.”

You shake your head, refusing to believe the words coming from his mouth. “This isn’t you. I know you. You’re just trying to—”

“To what?” he interrupts, his eyes flashing with something you can’t place. “Make it easier for you? For both of us? Because that’s what I’m doing. You’re in over your head, and you’re only going to get yourself killed if you keep following me.”

“But I chose this!” you exclaim, frustration and pain breaking through the surface. “I chose to stand by you, no matter the cost. I thought you understood that.”

For a moment, something flickers in his eyes—regret, maybe, or sorrow. But it’s gone just as quickly, replaced by that same icy indifference. “Then maybe I was wrong to let you believe that,” he says, each word hitting you like a stone. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you follow me in the first place.”

The ache in your chest is almost unbearable now, a raw, searing pain that spreads through every part of you, leaving you hollow. You search his face, looking for some sign, some hint that he doesn’t mean any of this, that he’s lying, but all you find is the cold, unyielding mask he’s put on.

Finally, you speak, your voice barely a whisper. “So that’s it, then? After everything… you’re just going to push me away?”

He looks at you, and for a fleeting moment, you think you see something crack in his expression—a flash of the man you once knew, the one who held you close, who whispered promises in the dead of night. But just as quickly, he looks away, his jaw tightening.

“I’m doing this for you,” he says, and his voice is so quiet, so hollow, that you can barely hear him over the roar of your own heartbeat. “It’s better this way.”

“Better?” The word leaves your lips like a curse, anger and heartbreak twining together into something sharp and dangerous. “How is this better? You think leaving me like this, telling me I’m nothing to you, is going to make it easier?”

He doesn’t answer, just stares out over the battlefield, his silence more painful than any words could be. And in that silence, you feel the weight of his decision settle over you, crushing and final.

“I thought you were on my side,” you say, your voice breaking, the last shred of hope slipping through your fingers. “I thought… I thought we were fighting for the same thing.”

He closes his eyes, his shoulders slumping as if under the weight of something invisible, something that has been slowly breaking him apart. When he finally opens his eyes, they are distant, empty, as if he’s already left, as if he’s already a thousand miles away.

“I never promised that,” he says softly, and the words hang in the air, cold and merciless, sealing the distance between you. “I never promised you anything.”

Your heart shatters at his words, the final blow that leaves you hollow, numb. You stand there, staring at him, feeling the pieces of yourself falling away, lost and irretrievable. The man you thought you knew, the man you loved, is gone, replaced by this stranger who stands before you, unyielding and unmoved.

You don’t know how long you stand there, staring at him, waiting for some sign that he’ll take it back, that he’ll tell you it was all a lie, that he did this to protect you. But he says nothing, and the silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until it’s all you can hear, all you can feel.

Finally, you turn away, your steps slow and heavy as you walk back across the field, the scent of smoke and blood filling your senses, mingling with the hollow ache in your chest. Each step feels like a wound, a reminder of what you’ve lost, of the love that has been ripped from you, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.

The world around you is a blur, a haze of fire and ash and death, but none of it matters. Not anymore. The only thing you can feel is the aching void where he once was, a cold, gnawing emptiness that settles deep within your soul, refusing to let go.

You don’t look back. You don’t dare, because you know if you do, you might break, might fall apart completely, and there’s no one left to pick up the pieces. Not anymore.

And as you walk away, you realize that this is the true cost of love—the pain of giving yourself to someone, only to have them turn away, to leave you standing alone in the ashes of what could have been. And no matter how much time passes, no matter how many battles you fight, the memory of him, the man you thought would stand by you, will haunt you, a ghost that lingers, forever just out of reach.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[stolos]

TimKon fantasy AU (prince/knight Tim & half-fae Kon)🤭 if y’all like this I’ve got a few more ideas

BONUS DOODLES:

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wants your company..

A/n: GUYS OMG, I know it's been 1 month and a little more since my last official work. I've been procrastinating on this for so long since I only have less than a week till school again.. Also everyone I love on this app is just disappearing, like @ghost-cyphera just deleted her account 4 days ago and I got the notif but didn't see it in time, I didn't even get to say goodbye. Just wanted to apologize to you guys after being gone for so long as well. Also, another villain!Ghost drabble? 👀

Finding it difficult to walk was one of the least things you've suspected you'd be concerned of upon conceiving, always needing your handmaiden's help in such a mundane task was shameful to say the least but your husband insisted.

If it hadn't been the hand maiden then it would've been him instead, you couldn't keep him from his duties from the kingdom as he carried even yours. Wanting you to turn your attention to the health of the babe growing in you and especially yourself..

"My lady.." you were pulled out of your thoughts by the voice of your handmaiden. You took in a breath from the cool air that blew on your face as you stood by the stone railing..

"Yes, Leticia?" You turned to her..

"The prince consort has requested your company.." Leticia announced, you nod as you removed your hand from the cold stone. You glanced once more to the people of your kingdom, going about their day and life before gently lifting yourself off from leaning on the stone.

Leticia offered you her arm to help you walk more efficiently..

...

"You sent for me..?" You asked your husband, he was sat and signing another set of documents and scrolls. You closed the door, palms gently pushing till you heard it click.

"No, I told them to announce my arrival to you. How dare they exert my wife by giving her false instructions.." he huffed to which you laughed. He wouldn't do anything violent about it, as he so usually does with staff that don't comply but he knew it'd upset you if anything gory were to happen to them.

"I am quite alright, I need to move around too. It's proven to be good for our child." You said, sitting next to the graciously comfortable chair next to his working desk that he had someone make for you.

You felt relief from the pressure previously on your back, hand on the bump of your stomach and with that a sigh came from your lips. Peacefully watching your husband, the sound of the satisfying scratching of the quill on the crisp papers.

You felt his hand grasp yours, he pulled it, lips resting on the back. His affection made your heart beat faster and he felt it, the pad of his index finger on your wrist. The thumping made him chuckle as you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You should rest for a while, my love. You'd work yourself to sickness at this point." You kiss his cheek softly. He put his quill down, "If that's my wife wants.." he said.

He wrapped his arm around you, the other hand placed on your baby bump. His thumb gently rubbing, you jolted a bit feeling a strong kick..

It made you groan, how restless the rascal is. Your husband adjusted his hand to feel the next kick.. he'd swear it was a girl, not that he'd care for that sort of thing. He'd kill for them either way, especially for you. He could stare at you all day, swollen with his child.

How glowing you looked wrapped in the finest silk and the gold and jewels in your hair and body clicking upon contact with another piece, he wished he could tell you how utterly speechless you'd leave each man by just walking passed them but to him no word is enough to describe you.

At least he could spend these small intimate moments with just you and you alone, free of the world for even just a few minutes as he needed a break from the work he very much was eager to do to be able to receive praise from his wife..

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Prequel Part I

Yandere Short Story Series:

Too Late For Remorse

Yandere Cheater Duke x Countess Reader x Duke

TW: murder, yandere themes, cheating (mentioned), delusional behavior, yandere is the villain, etc.

“So you’re breaking off the engagement between my son and your daughter?” Duke Blackburn sat in the chair across from Count (last name). The older Duke delicately held the tea cup in his hand.

“I apologize for breaking the agreement, but my daughter cannot be without a man who associates with the Serpico family.” Duke Blackburn nodded his head in agreement.

“I understand, I’m also not a big fan of infidelity.” It was quite well known in the noble faction that Duke Blackburn’s wife had messed around with many knights during their short marriage. Which worked in Count (Last name)’s favor since Duke Blackburn despised the unfaithful.

Duke Blackburn continued the conversation, “You know your daughter was promised to marry a Blackburn. It’d be a shame to not have such a beautiful woman in our family. I have another son who’s a few years younger than her.”

“Eh, I don’t know if Broderick be a good match since he’s not quite mature yet…” Count (Last name) sighed. “I wouldn’t mind my daughter marrying you if I’m honest-“

Duke Blackburn’s cheeks flushed in shock, the Duke nearly dropped his tea cup from the Count’s words. “I beg your finest pardon?”

“My daughter would be in good hands if she was with you. You’re mature and you’ve been single for over a decade.” Count (last name) gestured to the portrait of his daughter behind him. “You said it yourself that my daughter was beautiful.”

“That does not mean I want to marry a woman half my age-“

“Duke Lucius Blackburn and Duchess (your

name), I can picture it.” Count (last name) howled with laughter when the Duke hid his scarred face in his gloved hands. The older Duke felt embarrassed by the Count’s teasing.

Lucius and (your name)? It is a normal occurrence of marrying a younger woman in this day and age, but she was his own son’s ex-fiancée! Then again, it would be a similar situation if she became engaged to Broderick…

“Alright. I will marry your daughter-“ Duke Blackburn put his hand on Count (last name)’s shoulder before the smaller man could cheer. “But consult with her first. I’m an old man and I’m still the commander of the Royal’ Family’s army. I’d hardly have time for her.”

“Of course I will. I’m sure she will be delighted!”

Duke Blackburn and Count (last name) continued to have small talk but Lucius couldn’t help the feeling of nervousness that crept up his veins. Would she really be alright with a man like him?

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“So Duke Blackburn said he’d marry you if you’d like to be with him.” (Your name) quirked a brow at her father. The young woman slowly sipped the tea her father had prepared for this meeting. She was a bit surprised her father wanted to find her a partner this quickly, but she was also in her prime. If (your name) didn’t marry soon, she never would.

“But I just ended my engagement to him-“

“Wrong Blackburn, my dear. I’m talking about Lucius Blackburn-“ (your name) spat out the tea and choked a bit. Lucius?! As in Trishan’s father?! “Are you alright?”

“Father, you can’t possibly- why?” (Your name) struggled to formulate words as a million questions ran through her brain. Engagement to Trishan’s father?! His father?!

“Well, he’s a much better man than his spawn. Don’t you think, my dear?” Count (last name) puffed his chest out in pride. “Plus he’s still quite fit despite his age-“

“Father!” (Your name) stood up, her being frazzled with bewilderment. “It hasn’t even been a week since my engagement was annulled and… that man is old enough to be my father!”

“But he would treat you well!”

(Your name) shook her head and was about to excuse herself from the table. How was she supposed to get her revenge if she now had to marry Trishan’s father?

(Your name) held her head while the gears began to turn in her head. Wait. This could work… she could use Lucius to her advantage.

“You’re right, father. How could I not see that before?” (Your name) bent down and pressed a kiss to her father’s cheek. “Thank you, daddy.”

The count was in shock before his whole face lit up. He was so happy to bring his daughter joy! She deserved to be happy!

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Trishan threw a chair across his room in anger. His engagement had been annulled and his beloved was to marry his father?! No… this wasn’t how his second chance was supposed to work out! They were supposed to be happy together!

“Trishan?” Trishan’s blood went cold when he heard a familiar, feminine voice from outside his door. What was that snake doing here? “You haven’t replied to any of my letters and I’m really worried about you…”

Lies. That woman only wanted to become a Duchess and she had murdered (your name) in the past… was this her fault?

Trishan felt murderous intent drip throughout his veins as he stood up. Yes… this was Gia’s fault. If she didn’t exist… then (your name) would come back to him.

Trishan’s lips curved up in a demented smile. If he got rid of Gia then everything would fall back into place. Just like it was meant to.

“Wait for me darling… I’ll make everything right this time.”

[habken]

fantasy yuri

[lurrlonde]

highlandered & knighted