#I mayyy have gotten a bit carried away

[2ndalt]

New chapter out 😎😎😎

[theregressionlibrary]

TLR Halloween 2023 is officially over! Thank you very much to everyone who has submitted, voted and liked these amazing, spooky works. It's been such a delight seeing people get stuck in spite of the short notice, and I hope others have enjoyed it just as much!

Now, for our entries in order of submission:

A beautiful Halloween mood board by @finnegancosmos

An adorable Bungo No Stray Dogs agere fic by @babyminty

An intriguing flip poltergeist character concept by @roseyposie-agere

Baby's first Halloween moodboard by @girlwhofellfromthemoon

Gorgeous agere art by @moonlighthoneybee

And now for our winners!

Now, I may have gotten carried away and mayyy have done too many categories compared to how many followers we had, so it might feel like a bit of a cop out but let it be known we really appreciate these creators.

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Best age regression: @babyminty

Best caregiver: @roseyposie-agere

Best pet regression: N/a

Best fanwork: @babyminty

Best oc: @moonlighthoneybee

Best reader-insert: @roseyposie-agere

Best written work: @babyminty

Best headcanon set: @roseyposie-agere

Best moodboard: Split tie for @finnegancosmos and @girlwhofellfromthemoon !

Best art: @moonlighthoneybee

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Thank you again everyone who joined in! Hopefully we'll see you next year! Goodnight!

[lovinkiri]

Yours, At Last

Ask: Noncon Male!Reader x Toga with BDSM and dirty talk. And sex toys.

Warning: Dirty talk, slight BDSM, pegging, and NONCON so do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

I mayyy have gotten carried away 😳🤭

@flamflingo

You sighed in exhaustion. The train you'd boarded was crowded, everyone shoving into someone, sometimes on purpose and sometimes by accident. You were on your way back from the the bar, a bachelor party. Your good friend, Katsuki Bakugou, was getting married. 

Yes, Katsuki Bakugou, the most stubborn and hot-headed person you had ever met, was getting married first. You were happy for him and you showed as much tonight. Katsuki was also a good person deep down, you knew this. But still, it couldn't help but make you wonder if you'd ever find that person. 

You'd snapped out of your thoughts as the train announced you station. As it slowed to a stop, you pushed towards the door with mumbled apologies. Apparently, an apology didn't mean much. An obviously agitated old woman shoved you, pushing you straight out of the door and into Toga. 

Quickly catching your own balance, you caught her, your hand on her lower back. She looked at you with rosy cheeks and almost sparkling eyes. "A-Ah.. Sorry about that." You let her go and bowed your head. Giving a small giggle, she took your chin and lifted your head. "Oh, don't worry."

With a small nod, you pulled away  from her and walked off. You ran into Toga often after that and you felt your relationship stronger with each conversation. That is, until you caught her stalking you at work. She said that ever since she'd net you at that train station, she'd simply wanted to know more about you. So rather than ask, she decided to watch.

What you didn't know was she'd been watching you longer than she admitted. Before you'd even met her at that train station. But she'd never tell you that.

It didn't matter though. You were creeped out either say. There were do many red flags going off in your head that you chose to end your friendship, telling her to keep her distance and ignoring her pleas.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"C'mon, baby! Wakey, wakey!"

Groaning, you stirred from unconsciousness. You felt sore, uncomfortable. And you weren't sure why until you allowed your eyes to flutter open. Seeing Toga's love stricken face was enough to bring out the reality of the situation. You lay in you're bed, hands bound behind your back. 

"Toga? What the hell, get out of my apartment!" You struggled with the cuffs around your wrist, looking away from her. You didn't hear the shuffling of her clothes being discarded. "Y/n, baby.." She practically dung as she climbed over you. You couldn't help but blush at her exposed body. "T-Toga!" 

She grinned and sat over your crotch. "Oooh, I like it when you say my name, Y/n! I've been waiting for this, you know!" With that, the needle of a syringe was in your waist in a second. Too shocked to react, you watched her with wide eyes as she pressed the down on the plunger. 

In only a couple of seconds, your legs were numb. "What.. Did you do to me..?" You asked shakily. She smiled at you, something you'd think was cute about a month ago. "I just don't want you to kick me. It'll wear off soon though. By then, you won't be kicking though." She laughed towards the end, like it was a joke. Like this was a joke. God, you hoped it was.

Your hopes fell as Toga ground herself into your clothed cock. You could practically feel how wet she was through your sweatpants. Toga moaned softly as her clit pushed against the fabric. "Mmm. I can't wait to get these clothes off of you." She grinned.

You tugged once more at the cuffs, not liking that despite the circumstances, this was getting you hard. It'd been do long since you'd had sex that your body immediately reacted to the attention. 

"Is this your first time too? So romantic!" She panted, a grin still present in her face. Rather than tell the crazy chick the truth and ruin her happy mood, you instead chose not to answer the question. 

"I don't think I can wait anymore. I really want you." She lifted her hips and tugged down your sweats enough for your dick to spring out. Sitting on your thighs, she admired it, giving slow strokes. "That looks.. Really tasty." She said with a breathy laugh. You watched as she leaned down, wrapping her pink lips around the tip. Running her tongue around it, she moaned softly. You groan left your lips as you held back from bucking up into her mouth.

Pulling off with a 'Pop!' She smiled at the sound before moving further up your hips, positioning you at her entrance. "W-Wait, Toga! Don't you want this to be special? More romantic?" You pleaded. She titled her head to the side and laughed. 

"Silly. If its with you, it's already special." She slowly sunk down, the tip of your cock pushing into her tight hole. She winced and bit her lip, but didn't stop until you were fully buried into her. 

Once full, she sat and regained herself before slowly grinding. You bit your lip and gripped the cuffs, moving your upper body as much as could you. You didn't want this to feel good. You didn't want this at all.

Pressing her hands against your chest, started to bounce. It wasn't long until she was a moaning mess. "Oh my god, oh my god." She whimpered softly. A moan pushed past your lips. "Fuck.." You mumbled. 

As expected, she was tight around you. Her warm walls seemed to suck you in with every drop of her hips. She allowed her fingers to pinch and squeeze at your hardened nipples. "Please.. S-Stop.." You grunted, earning a giggle that turned into a moan. "You know you want it baby.. You were so hard for me." She cooed mockingly.

It didn't take long for her cum, her head falling forward as she her walls tightened. "Yes, yes!" You groaned, not too far yourself. It seemed she new that because she bouncing didn't stop. Of course it didn't stop. Toga's always been full of energy. 

"I-I.. Not inside.. C-C'mon, Toga, not inside.." You begged. She shook her head. "I need it inside, I need it. Give it to me, baby, please." She whined softly. You groaned loudly, bucking your hips up into her as you came. She gasped and stilled, her mouth hanging open as you filled her up further.

As things settled down, it was quiet, both of your panting filling the room. She slowly pulled herself off, moving to her clothes and sliding on her panties. You watched her, so many thoughts filling your head.

What was her plan? What was she gonna do? What if she got pregnant? Were you ready for that? You didn't think so. Neither was she. What was the plan? 

You watched as she picked up a bag you hadn't noticed when you woke up. Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap on. The dildo attached was purple and long, thick with bumpy ridges on the sides. She attached his and you shook your head. "Oh God, Toga please.." You whispered, though you knew it was worthless.

She giggled softly and walked over, ball gag in hand and strap on attached. "Open wide and I'll think about it." She grinned. With hesitance, you opened your mouth for what you thought the ball gag. Then the dildo was stuffed in your mouth. You sputtered around it, gagging and choking. 

"Shh, shh. Through your nose, babe." She gently tapped your nose. Closing your eyes, you were slowly able to switch your breathing to your nose. Climbing over as that her knees rested on either side your neck, she grabbed the headboard and started thrusting into your mouth.

You whined around the dildo, obviously embarrassed. Your mouth became covered in spit and you struggled to keep up with her thrusting. "You're so cute like this." She swooned softly. You gave another whine, your pride diminished into nothing. Then she fully pushed into your mouth. You gagged loudly but stayed still. Squirming would just make this worse and the situation was bad enough as it was.

Slowly pulling out of your mouth, she gently praised you. "That's a good boy. You sure you haven't done this before? You're so good at it." 

You didn't get a chance to answer before the ball gag was in your mouth. Exhausted, you laid there and accepted it. It wasn't until she moved between your legs that you shook your head. She spread your still numb legs. "At least its all lubed up now." She joked.

You narrowed your eyes at her before closing them tightly as she pushed in. "Mmm!" You groaned. She leaned down and kissed at your neck. "You're so tight, Y/n." She mused softly. 

Once she bottomed out, your head fell to the side. He tip of the cock pressing against your prostate was amazing, causing you to once again curse yourself for enjoying this. 

After a moment, she gently rocked her hips against yours. You gave a muffled moan and she started her actually thrusts. Your eyes rolled back slightly as the unfamiliar pleasure surged through you and to your cock. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked into the mattress, don't you?" She pressed gentle kiss to the corner of your lips. You only moaned in response.

"You're mine now, okay? You said you wanted to find someone, right?" She gave a particular hard thrust that made you cry out into the gag, giving a quick nod. She pressed her forehead against your chest. "And I'm taking such good care of you. I mean, so what if I watched you? It's just because I care. That's why I'm doing this. You don't want to be alone forever." 

It was odd. Everything she said started to make sense to you. No one had ever gone that far for you. It made you feel special. Everyone around you got so much attention and you sat in the background, ignored. And for once, an attractive girl likes you and you turn her away for following you around. She cared enough to do it. No, you didn't want to be alone forever. 

"I admit, it hurt for a while though. So be grateful I'm even giving you this." Her nails dug into your thighs and you whimpered, spilling muffled apologies and "thank you"s. She felt her smile against your flesh. "Such a good boy. Being so good, taking my cock so well." She cooed.

The feeling slowly came back to your legs. As she predicted,  you didn't kick her. Instead, you closed them around her hips. You were so close and Toga could feel tell. And what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn't give you what you wanted. The next thrusts were quick and deep strokes. Enough to make you moan out, pushing you over the edge. You moved your hips as best as you could as you rode out your orgasm.

Then, once again, there was only panting. Toga slowly pulled out before removing the gag. "Himiko.." You mumbled. She grinned, ecstatic to hear her first name leave your lips.

"Don't worry. You've got me now, Y/n. You'll never be alone again. Never."

[starfleetimagines]

Malcolm Reed - He Sees Your Scars

Requested? Yes, by an anon Word count? 1010 (I mayyy have gotten a little carried away) Warnings: Mentions of scars/past injuries. Implications of self-harm

You followed Malcolm into the decontamination chamber and began to unzip the jacket of your uniform.

“Can’t believe we’re the only ones to pick up something from the planet,” Malcolm said as he took his own jacket off. “Of all the away teams down there, you’d think someone else would have gotten these spores, too.”

You shrugged and kicked your shoes off. “I guess we’re just lucky.”

Malcolm grunted, taking his shoes off before pulling his jumpsuit off. “I could be recalibrating the targeting scanners, but instead I have to stay in here for God knows how long.”

You smirked. “Surely my company can’t be that bad.”

He looked at you, gaze softening. “Y/N, I didn’t mean...”

He trailed off when you held up a hand. “I get it. You’re all work and no play. You don’t like being cooped up; not being productive. My father’s the same way. Drove my mother crazy sometimes.”

Malcolm almost smiled, but he turned and went into the main chamber.

You sighed and took the rest of your uniform off before joining him. The doors shut and the blue lights turned on.

Phlox’s voice came on through the speakers. “There are containers of gel on the shelf near you, Lieutenant Reed. I want both of you to apply it all over yourself and stay in the chamber until your scans are clear.”

“Aye, Doctor,” you said.

Malcolm grabbed two containers and handed you one. When he did, his eyes were drawn to the pink lines on your skin. He quickly averted his eyes.

You frowned softly, but said nothing. The two of started to apply gel to yourselves in silence. You knew he’d seen them - they were pretty hard to miss when you were wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. You weren’t ashamed of them, per se, though you didn’t really like people to judge you or think of you any differently because of them.

“Can you get my back?” you asked quietly after a few minutes.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Malcolm said.

You turned your back to him. He gently put his hand under your shirt. You sucked in a small breath.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay. It’s just a little cold is all.”

Malcolm’s hand slowly massaged the gel into your lower back, his fingers gliding just under your waistband.

“You can ask, you know,” you said.

“I’m sorry?”

“My scars,” you clarified. “I know you saw them, and I know you’re curious. You can ask. Just... please don’t think any less of me.”

Malcolm was quiet for a moment. He removed his hand to get more gel, then started to massage the gel into the back of your neck.

“It isn’t any of my business,” he said finally. “They’re yours, and the story behind them is yours to tell when you’re ready, not when someone sees them and is curious.”

A little surprised by his words, you took a moment to come up with a response. “I don’t mind sharing my story with people. I just don’t want my story to affect how people see or treat me.”

“I understand that,” Malcolm said, hand now between your shoulder blades. “If you want to tell me, you can, and I’ll listen. And I’ll do my best not to let it change how I see you or act around you.” He gently massaged his thumb into your shoulder muscle, kneading out a knot. “But, you don’t have to tell me anything you’re not comfortable with. I know we’re fairly close, but you still don’t have to reveal everything about yourself to me.”

You nodded slightly. “I... I want to tell you. So you understand. Maybe it’ll help you understand me a bit better, too. I won’t go into specific details... but the scar on my bicep is from one of the first missions I was on. I was on an away mission to what was supposed to be a peaceful planet. We were attacked, and I was injured.”

Malcolm hummed in acknowledgement, moving his hand across the centre of your back slowly. You were pretty sure the gel was all soaked in, but you didn’t want to say anything because frankly, him rubbing your back felt amazing. And it was helping to keep you calm.

“The ones on my thighs,” you started to say, then trailed off. You hadn’t ever told anyone what they were from. Not really. People had guessed, people had asked and you had confirmed, but you never really said it out loud.

“It’s all right,” he said softly. “I’ve seen ones like those before.”

“They were from a rough time in my life,” you said after a second.

Malcolm was quiet for a moment, then he removed his hand and said, “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded and turned to face him, preparing yourself to see his expression. You were expecting to see the look of, Oh you’re so fragile and pitiful. But, all you saw was compassion.

“Why haven’t you gotten them removed? Medical instruments can fully heal scarred tissue.”

You shrugged slightly. “I guess I’m just used to them. They’re a part of me, you know? They’re my stories. My struggles. They remind me that I’m strong and can fight through anything.”

Malcolm smiled softly and nodded in understanding. “Thank you for telling me all this. I... I’m glad you feel close enough to me to let me into that part of your life.”

“We’ve been growing close over the past little while. And I feel comfortable enough with you to tell you about my past. Thank you for not making it a big deal or anything.”

Malcolm hesitantly took your hands in his. “I just want to let you know that I’m glad you fought through that rough patch. You’re probably one of the people I’m closest to. Not only on this ship, but just in general. I’m glad to have you in my life, Y/N.”

You smiled, giving his hands a squeeze. “I’m glad to have you in my life, too.”