#Monster Fucker Bingo

[yanderederee]

Also; I’m in the process of packing my things to move to a new place, while also coming to terms that a dog of mine is inevitably… dying soon. It’s an emotional time.

Any support is appreciated right now. I know nobody really interacts unless it’s an event or to submit a request but… we should.

Idk I see other creators receive fun anons who talk and interact and it makes me insecure that I’m doing something wrong.

Here’s a blank if you want to share your own bingo board lol. Tag me if u want.

[isrrael120]

Monster Fucker Bingo!!!!!!!! by isrrael120

This is my version of “Monster Fucker Bingo”, I confess that I am open to almost anyone who has erotic desires.

From 2020

Original: https://twitter.com/ScreechIsGross/status/1331740695153950720 Link: https://lascidarkblueuniverse.tumblr.com/post/637137019108245504/monster-fucker-bingo-this-is-my-version-of

[lascidarkblueuniversensfw]

Monster Fucker Bingo!!!!!!!! by isrrael120

This is my version of “Monster Fucker Bingo”, I confess that I am open to almost anyone who has erotic desires.

From 2020

Original: https://twitter.com/ScreechIsGross/status/1331740695153950720 Link: https://lascidarkblueuniverse.tumblr.com/post/637137019108245504/monster-fucker-bingo-this-is-my-version-of

[murderkittyz]

Sigh

Blank below the cut

[monsterfucktoberbingo]

Monsterfucktober 2024 Bingo Card (Preview)

Hello everyone and thanks for being patient with us as we get ready for the event for 2024!

While the final card with full art is not quite ready yet, we did want to provide at least a preview so participants can start planning their bingo fills. The finalized card, with full art from @gil212, will be posted to the blog on October 1, just in time for the event to start!

On that note, none of the square placements will change between now and October 1, so feel free to start creating now if you haven't already!

For those who need the image ID, here are the prompts in order from left to right, top row to bottom row:

Row 1 - Gorgon, Plant Creature, Satyr, Siren, Bunny

Row 2 - Dullahan, Cyborn, Demon, Selkie, Eldritch

Row 3 - Dragon, Symbiote, Free Space, Sphinx, Valkyrie

Row 4 - Gargoyle, Werecreature, Spider, Naga, Vampire

Row 5 - Mothman, Elemental, Tentacles, Mimic, Kaiju

Any questions? Send us an ask, or check out our FAQ!

[l-alan-l]

Can’t believe that I had to unpack the Harkness test for the damn ape movies 

[xanatharspen]

If you're not into monster fuckery, you don't have to fill it out. No one's forcing you to. No one's holding a knife to you saying, "Which dnd monster is the most sexually appealing?"

If you clicked on the link, you chose to take the survey. You can always close it if the answer is "None, gross."

Most Fuckable DnD Monster

Below is a Link to a Google Form. This form has a survey to collect information on which DnD Monster is the Most Fuckable. Please copy this Link wherever your local Monster Fucking DnD Nerds hang out. Please Read the Rules at the top before getting started. https://forms.gle/4vEx5vC3YFfkXbcAA

[jplupineislost]

I got the urge to do the Favorite Character Bingo- but with only monsters! Blank card and character info below the cut ✌

R1: Van Helsing (Werewolf) | Pumpkinhead (Demon) | Sammael (Hellhound) | Juan Ruiz (Chupacabra) | Upgrade Predator (Yautja) R2: Derek Hale (Werewolf) | Cole/Belthazor (Demon) | The Weeping Monk (Fae) | Toothless (Dragon) | Argh (Trollhunters) R3: The Asset (Merfolk) | Feral Predator (Yautja) | Scorpia (Scorpioni) | Spike (Vampire) R4: Alec McDowell (Chimera) | Alcide (Werewolf) | Bumblebee (Robot) | Eric Northman (Vampire) | Miles Quaritch (Na'vi Recom) R5: Grimmjow (Hollow) | Sukuna (Curse) | Drake/Dracula (Vampire) | Scarecrow (Robot) | Striga (Vampire)

[swampstew]

>.>

Save a horse, ride a each-uisge.

/cackles/

EEEUHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHE

[holylulusworld]

Date interruptus

Summary: Dean walks in on you and…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Side pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader

Warnings: coitus interruptus, embarrassment, nakedness, Tinder date gone wrong, implied smut

Square 19 filled for @theslumberparty-blog presents bingo: Tinder date

Dean walks toward the motel room, grinning like he won the lottery. While his brother grumbles under his breath because the monster they ganked ruined his jacket, Dean is in a good mood.

He’s got a six-pack tugged under his arm and balances a bag full of greasy food in one hand.  “Sammy, why the sour mood? We got the ghoul good.”

“It ruined my jacket and pants, Dean,” his brother mutters. “How about you bunker in Y/N’s room? I’ll need all the hot water to get the remnants of the ghoul off my skin.”

“Huh? Sure,” Dean shrugs. “I’ll sleep in her room. Y/N got a spare bed.” The hunter grins. He doesn’t mind spending the night in your room. “Just get clean, and don’t forget your hair. You reek.”

“Jerk,” Sam grunts.

“Bitch,”  Dean bites back. The hunter chuckles and walks toward your room. “I hope she’s got some hot water left…”

While his brother enters their shared room, Dean knocks at your door with his boot.

“Sweetheart? Do you mind letting me sleep in your room tonight? Sammy is on his period.”

Dean frowns when you don’t answer. You wanted to stay at the motel to do more research and now you won’t open the door.

“Y/N, are you alright?” The hunter places the bag with food, and the sixpack in front of the door. He knocks again, a little louder this time. “Sweetheart, I need you to answer me, or I’ll kick the door open.

Dean listens closely. He presses his ear to the door only to hear you whimper. The hunter doesn’t waste more time. He kicks the door open; gun aimed at your potential attacker a split second later.

“Y/N? Down. I got this,” he yells as his eyes land on the naked man standing at the end of your bed. “You sick fucker! I’ll kill you! I’ll shoot your limp dick off!”

“DEAN! WHAT THE FUCK!” You shriek and grab the blanket to cover your body. “What are you doing here?”

Your company doesn’t have such luck. The man stands in the room, staring at Dean’s gun like a deer in the headlights. “I-I,” the man babbles. “G-un.”

“Dude, he’s not some psycho! He’s my date, Dean!” you yell. “Christ, I stayed behind this time for a reason! Can a woman not have some fun without you kicking her door open?”

Dean’s cheek twitches and his face is bright red. He looks like he just walked in on his parents having sex. “I-I…fuck.” He finally secures his gun and tugs it away to cover his eyes. “Can…can he put on some clothes please?”

“Cole, sorry. But I think this won’t work out,” you huff. “Maybe we can chat again?”

Cole doesn’t hesitate. He hurriedly grabs his clothes, only throwing his boxers on before fleeing out of the room. “Fucking psycho!” He grunts while passing Dean by. “I knew it was a mistake to agree to go on a date with her.”

“Watch your tongue, Mr. limp dick,” Dean yells after Cole. “You sonofabitch!”

“DEAN! It’s not his fault,” you slip out of the bed to look for your clothes. “Why did you have to kick the door open? This was the first date I had in months, and you ruined it!”

“I saved you from Mr. limp dick.” He argues. “Y/N, it’s dangerous to meet up with guys you find on Tinder.”

“Well, newsflash Dean. I have needs too, and I barely find the time to hook up with a nice guy. All of the guys I meet are—” You wrinkle your nose. “You know what I mean.”

“No reason to invite that douchbag to your room. Next time, invite me,” Dean gasps. Did he say this out loud? “I mean, I got food and beer if you want some.”

“This doesn’t make up for the ruined sex date,” you point out. “If you want to make things up to me, get out of your clothes. I didn't buy expensive lingerie for you to ruin my chance to get laid.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Winchester. And don’t think you’ll leave this room before you made me cum…”

Tags in reblog.

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Boyfriend Sweater

When Nico walks into the dining pavilion wearing a golden yellow sweater, Percy does a double-take. Actually, it’s a triple-take: first, he thought it was a new Apollo kid, then he realized it was Nico, then he realized it was Nico. Wearing a color. 

Is the world ending again? Was there something really wrong with the milk in his cereal? What in the everloving Hades was going on?! 

Nico sits down at table 13, unbothered as ever, and pulls the sleeves of the hoodie up. It’s way too big on him, like Big Bird shed and some poor fucker decided Nico di Angelo needed the empty muppet skin in his wardrobe. 

(Is it Nico? Maybe some changeling creature kidnapped their resident son of Hades and has decided to take his place? Maybe Percy needs to go over there and test him out, y’know, knick him with some iron or something to see if he burns. If it’s an imposter, though, they’re doing a piss-poor job. Is it an intentionally bad job? Gods, it’s barely eight AM on a Tuesday, does he seriously have to go save Nico from somewhere and kill a monster wearing his face? That does not sound like his ideal Tuesday, if he’s really real. He’ll totally do it, but he won’t like it, and maybe he should start planning how to take out a creature like-) 

“I can see the mountain you’re building,” Annabeth says, popping Percy’s strangely detailed daydream of hunting down and killing a weird, half-Nico, half-demon gremlin creature. He blinks the image out of his eyes and looks up at her, her hip resting against the edge of his table. 

She looks amused. He squints. “Nico’s been bodysnatched.” 

“Mm, no,” she says easily, with a shake of her head. “Nico’s wearing a jacket.” 

“A yellow jacket.” Percy looks at the son of Hades again. He just- can’t wrap his head around it. He hasn’t seen Nico willingly wear a color since the guy was ten years old. “A yellow jacket that’s, like, twice his size.” 

“It’s a molehill, seaweed brain. A jacket’s just a jacket.” 

“But it’s yellow.” 

“What was your nightmare about?” 

Percy physically recoils at the non sequitur, tilting back in his seat incredulously. His- what? His nightmare? What does his nightmare have to do with a jacket, anyway, that’s got nothing to do with this. 

He folds his arms on the table and makes a face. “That’s unrelated.” 

Annabeth’s mouth raise at the corners, her eyes watching him like an all-knowing hawk. An owl, three-sixty vision and nothing but questions, who, who? 

She pets through his hair and pushes her weight back up. As she draws her hand back, she taps his cheek, then his chin, and says, “just leave him alone, then.” 

Percy watches her walk back to her table. When she sits, he buries his face in his arms and groans. 

“Jason has also been bodysnatched,” Percy hisses to Annabeth during pottery class. 

“What makes you say that.” She throws her lump of clay at the pedestal in front of her and gives Percy the same look she gave him this morning. 

Percy decides to ignore that look, because that is the look of reason and he is far beyond that now. “He was wearing this black jacket with, like, skulls in hourglasses and weird skeleton butterflies and shit during Latin.” 

“He is related to Thalia, you know,” Annabeth hums. She wets her hands as the plate before her starts to spin. “Maybe he’s going through the family goth phase.” 

Had she not just leaned in to start forming something magical and incredible out of clay, Percy would slouch over Annabeth’s shoulders and plead with her to at least consider that something weird is going on. Maybe it’s not bodysnatchers or changelings, okay, but something is strange! Jason Grace does not just decide to wear emo shit! Jason Grace once had a panic attack because the Aphrodite Cabin stole a pair of his jeans and cut them into shorts! This is a man who has a stricter sense of style than Nico, who, fucking hell, don’t even get Percy started on that. The yellow jacket has remained on all day and it’s haunting him. 

Annabeth dips her thumbs into the top of her clay and does not respond. 

Percy slumps down into the stool beside hers and huffs, more for himself than anything. 

Change is okay. Change is fine. But change like this, with no reason, is the opposite of fine. Change like this is a low-blow stink bomb in an otherwise perfect Capture the Flag game, impossible to get out of his clothes and his skin and his hair. Change like this is how people die. 

He claws his hands up into his hair and listens to the steady whir of the pottery wheel, the sound of wet clay being molded and shaped in different ways. There’s a lull of conversation from other campers in the class, kids from all different cabins, because to them this is any other day. 

Maybe this should be any other day to him, too. No, not maybe. It should be. This should be a regular Tuesday, full of regular classes with his regular friends who are ordinary in whatever ways they can be, but instead, Percy’s brain has to go and mix up everything, make everything feel- out of control. 

HIs next exhale shakes too hard for his liking. His shoulders are too tense. 

Beside him, Annabeth keeps calmly shaping her pot. She dips her hands into the water every so often, probably executing some flawless plan of action she drafted the night before. She’s not always delicate with her hands, with art like this - Percy knows that’s something she’s self conscious about. She never thinks she can be good at finer things. 

That’s normal. That’s normal for her. Ordinary, to think that Annabeth Chase would tackle arts and crafts in the same way she would a war strategy, devising the perfect approach for a flawless result. Executing it flawlessly. 

She pinches too hard pulling up the walls of the pot. It crumples, then swings off the wheel entirely with the force of it’s motion, splattering wetly across Percy’s arms and the other campers at the bench. 

Percy watches Annabeth glare at her failed creation. She sticks her hands in the dirty water to scrub the clay off, wipes her hands off on her shirt, and pulls on Percy’s sleeve. 

“I hate pottery,” she mutters as they rise together. 

Percy grins. “I think it knows that,” he teases, and follows as she stomps toward the exit. 

When the answer slaps Percy in the face, it feels more like a gut punch in the way it makes him breathless and off-balance. 

“You’re…huh?” 

Annabeth clicks her tongue. “You two couldn’t think of a better way to do this?” she gestures between Nico and Jason, standing awkwardly side by side as if they don’t know what to do with themselves. 

They’re still wearing the wrong jackets. Each other’s jackets. 

Percy makes a face, then realizes that might not be the best response to his two friends telling him their dating, so he tries to make a different face. 

The world’s not ending. They’re just…together. Sharing jackets, like couples do. 

“We didn’t want to make it a big deal,” Jason says. He keeps glancing at Nico and chewing on the inside of his lip. Nico, with the golden sleeves of apparently-Jason’s-jacket pulled over his hands once more, looks stubborn. Like he’s ready to fight about something. 

Percy wipes his sweaty hands off on his shirt and gestures, though he’s not sure at what. “But Nico’s wearing a color?” 

He feels more than sees Annabeth’s disapproving glare at the side of his head. Jason draws himself up, then seems to falter. His head cocks to the side and he shakes his head. 

“What?” 

“That’s a big deal,” Percy reiterates. “Nico doesn’t wear colors.” 

“Nico is standing right here, wearing a color,” Nico grumbles. He shoves his hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt and gives Percy a glare that is far more familiar than literally anything else happening right now. “I’m allowed to wear whatever I want to wear, for the record.” 

“But you don’t!” 

“Well I do now. If you have a fucking problem with it-” 

“I never said I had a problem with it,” Percy snaps back, immediately on the defensive. “I was fucking worried about you, you little shit, I thought something was wrong. I thought- I don’t know what I thought! I thought you two were swapped with some other versions of yourself, I thought you’d been- I don’t know- abducted by aliens, or fairies, or something!” He throws his hands up in the air, then drops them back onto his head, staring sort of at the middle point between the two of them. “You can’t do that shit and not expect- I mean, because, come on, guys, you’re you, you two fucking freak out if someone so much as touches your clothes. What were we supposed to think?” 

The hearth crackles. It’s too pleasant a sound for the sick Percy feels. 

Annabeth takes his hand, at least, and squeezes. His face burns with the shame of yelling like this, over this, it just feels so fucking stupid all of a sudden. He feels so stupid. Annabeth tried to tell him it was nothing, and he let it all get away with him, he let that nasty part of his brain win and win and win, and now he’s taking his losses out on them. 

“I’m happy for you two,” he makes himself say, when no one else speaks. “I think I just also need therapy.” 

Finally, Annabeth snorts. It’s a noise Percy knows, one he can ground himself with, same as her palm hot in his, her weight tilting into his side as her head bonks into his chin. 

The stress he’d held bundled up in his spine and his shoulders and his stomach all day releases in an instant. He slouches back in against her and laughs against the top of her head. 

“Jesus Christ,” Nico mutters, when Percy can’t stop himself, dissolving into a fit of hysterics over his own bullshit. “This is why I said we should just tell them. He’s laughing at us.” 

“I think he’s laughing at himself,” Jason says. He sounds uncertain. 

Percy hugs Annabeth tight, and laughs himself hoarse. 

EXTRA 

Nico stares at himself in Jason’s mirror, with the sweater hanging halfway down his thighs, sleeves hanging off his hands, the peak of his collarbone through the freaking collar. He narrows his gaze into a glare. 

“I look like a toddler,” he says derisively. 

Jason, still getting dressed himself, laughs. When he appears in the mirror behind Nico, looking far more proportional in Nico’s sweatshirt (which is frankly fucking unfair), his grin softens into a smile that’s- something. Sweet. 

Nico twitches his nose.  

“I look like I’m six years old,” he says, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and yanking down. “Why are we doing this.” 

“‘Cause it’s silly,” Jason says. He presses a kiss against the side of Nico’s head and hugs him loosely from behind. “You don’t look like a baby, either. You just look your age.” 

Nico looks down at himself. Maybe there’s a point there, a point to be made about how he dresses for practicality, dresses to blend in, but never to express himself. Maybe there’s a point to be made about how his discomfort isn’t really for how he feels about this, but how he thinks others will feel about it. 

He tugs at the hem again, and looks back up. Jason’s eyes in the mirror are bright, as if taking in the sight of Nico in his hoodie like this is something to savor. 

Nico likes when Jason looks at him like that. He likes how it feels to be looked at like he’s attractive. He likes how it feels to be wanted. 

“I guess,” Nico concedes, leaning further back into Jason’s chest. Immediately, Jason’s stance is more solid, sturdy, holding them both up as easy as breathing. He holds Nico like it’s a promise that he’ll never let go. 

He looks at the pair of them in the mirror, a cohesive unit rather than two separate halves. Jason in black is definitely something Nico wants to see more of, especially with the way Nico’s clothes fit snug over him, just a little tight at the biceps and chest. He looks good, not that he doesn’t look good otherwise. Different. 

With Nico his contrast in yellow…maybe it isn’t so bad. Maybe he likes being the counterbalance, even. 

Jason squeezes him again. Those damn eyes in the mirror are making Nico too warm, like his stomach is full of hot jell-o. 

“Okay, fine, let’s do this,” he huffs. The difference in his tone must be audible, though, because Jason perks up and grins, his eyebrows up, face aglow. Nico can’t look at him for too long. It’s still strange knowing he can make someone feel like that. He doesn’t know what to do when Jason turns the full puppy-love thing on. “And stop looking at me like that, you’re going to give me cavities.” 

“Okay,” Jason says in a voice identical to his expression. 

Nico grabs his hand and squeezes it twice. 

Jason squeezes back, so tight it aches. Nico’s heart swells with bright affection. 

Alright. Maybe yellow isn’t so bad, actually. 

[hypers-omniac]

Shout out to my friend who planted the idea…

I present: monster fucker bingo. But with every card, I will write a one-shot. Leading to the creation of: Monster-fucking-September..

I will see you on the first.

RB to boost! I’d love to see other creators in on this too 🤭

[pickledpascal]

Put Me Back In

Chapter Four

Warnings: angst, fluff, wade wilson

Word Count: 1.9k

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Ever since their first meeting at the café, it has been a routine for them to see each other anytime they could. They'd talk—about absolutely anything. Logan described how he got there and his living situation with Wade, while Maya would tell him stories of her now-mundane life. She'd occasionally go to the X-Mansion and help out where she could, but it still stung being there without him by her side. 

Going to the café rather than the bar, gave Logan a better will to live. Life suddenly mattered again. So he could see Maya again and scribble down sketches when he got home and locked himself in his room. They paled in comparison to the real thing. But maybe he needed to ask her to sit for him so he could memorize every detail more closely. 

Unfortunately for Logan, Wade was catching on. And he was smug about it because when was he not?

“Hey, Logi-Bear, I noticed you're glowing lately. Someone get you pregnant?” He asked. Logan could hear the smirk in his voice under his mask. 

Logan huffed under his breath as he sipped on his beer. Just because he didn't go to a bar as much, if at all, anymore didn't mean he was going to stop drinking. Regular beer didn't affect him anyway. 

Wade smirked as he watched Logan. The man wasn't outwardly hostile for the first time since living there. Wade counted that as a win. And he had a feeling he knew what caused that. The Wolverine's beloved Maya. 

She seemed to be the antidote to everything. Every little bad thing in his mind could be soothed over. His mind was like a jagged rock, smoothed over by water with time. She was the water. The river he was drowning in. The river he never wanted to leave.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Logan glared at him.

“Like what?” Wade responded innocently. 

“Like a fucking moron.” 

“That really hurts my feelings, Wolvie.”

“Good.” 

“Aw, such sweet words. Come whisper that in my ear.”

Logan huffed again. It almost came out as a growl. The animal inside him couldn't control itself around Wade sometimes. The idiot was annoying. 

“Don't fuck in the kitchen, our apartment already smells like shit.” Althea grumbled as she walked past them to the door.

Wade turned to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. “And where are you going when you're blind as a bat?” 

“Bingo with a bunch of whores.” She spat back at him before she left. 

“If she gets run over by a truck…” Wade sighed under his breath and shook his head. He then looked at Logan again. “How's Maya?” He asked slyly. 

The man didn't answer for a little while, wondering how much he should say before the fucker made a joke. Which he knew to be inevitable. “She's fine.” Logan said simply.

Wade sat at the table. “She is fine.” He whistled lowly. 

Logan's claws unsheathed and stabbed through Wade's hand, pinning it down to the table. It caused the merc to yelp. “Don't talk about her like that.” His jaw clenched. 

“Feisty, Wolvie.” Wade mused, already forgetting the fact that Logan's claws impaled his hand. “I was just stating a fact.” 

Logan put his claws away and shook his head. He stood up from the table and grabbed his coat before he left the apartment. It was evening now, a bit chilly so he shrugged the jacket on. He didn't know where he was going. He just didn't like the way Wade spoke about Maya, even if it was in jest. 

Maya was an attractive woman. Anyone who didn't think so needed to get their eyes checked, perhaps rearranged, but she was so much more than that. She was able to bring him out of dark places that he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy. Even back in his own universe, he valued their friendship so deeply. She never thought of him as a monster, never even called him ‘Wolverine.’ He was simply ‘Logan’ to her. He was a man. Not an animal. The only one to ever think so. 

He loved her. He continued to love her. Especially now. He could see her, feel her, talk to her. Everything he had wished for years since her counterpart died in his universe. 

Wade could never understand that. He could never see just how much Logan missed her. How much he longed to feel her hold him tight, feel her cool hands against his skin again. That's what he thought, anyway. 

“Logan?” Maya asked. She was in her pajamas—a pair of shorts and a shirt that seemed to have the neckline cut to be wider. 

He hadn't registered walking to her townhouse. Or the fact that he knocked on her door. His feet seemed to carry him by themselves. He couldn't help but think she looked beautiful like this, ready for bed, and was possibly even woken up by him. 

“Logan,” She pressed softly. “Are you okay?” The door to her home was slightly open as she stood at the doorstep with him.

He breathed in deeply. “Yeah, just…” His eyes roamed over her body. “Can I come in?” 

Maya tilted her head as she looked at him. She stepped aside so Logan could come in. She closed and locked the door once he was. 

It was the first time Logan was in her house. It was small since it was right outside the main city but it was nice. It smelled amazing. It smelled like her. He breathed in the scent with a soft sigh. And her decor was so overwhelmingly her too. Native Inuit-style furs and tapestries decorated the walls. He wondered if she managed to find her parents or traveled to her old village every so often to reconnect with her culture. He had known about her dream to do so.

Maya stepped closer to Logan, lifting a hand to his lower back. He nearly melted at the touch, even over his layers of clothes. She wore a look of concern on her face. “Did Wade upset you?”

“When does he not?” He laughed dryly. 

“He's an acquired taste.” Maya nodded in agreement, an amused look in her eyes. 

Logan sighed softly. “I just needed to see you.” It was out in the open now. His need for her. 

He needed her like he needed air. He needed her like he needed his healing factor or his claws. She was a part of him. Without her, he felt like his adamantium bones were hollow and he was simply a man made of metal. With her, he felt more human than he had ever felt in his life. Like he was simply flesh, blood, and bone, the same as any non-mutant. 

Maya was about to speak but Logan beat her to it. “I love you.” He breathed weakly, his eyebrows drawn together as if he was pleading she wouldn't reject him. 

“Logan—” She began.

“No, no, don't—don’t say anything. Please.” He choked on his own words. It felt like she was about to let him down gently. He wouldn't blame her. 

She loved deeply too. She was the goddamn ocean, and he was but a pebble rippling down to the bottom of the sea. The other Logan was like a goddamn island, changing waves and currents. Hell, he was the moon. Controlling her tides however he saw fit. 

Maya shook her head and let out a breath before she surprised him in a way he never saw coming. She kissed him, her cool hands cupping his face, cradling it like he was the most delicate piece of porcelain that would crack if she held him firmly. And maybe he would've. 

“I love you too.” She whispered, eyes roaming over his face. Her thumbs gently rubbed over the skin of his cheeks, causing soft chills to run down his body. “Please stop thinking I don't. I love him… but I love you too.” 

Logan sniffled slightly, feeling his eyes well up with tears. They seemed to be stuck there, he didn't cry when his X-Men died, but now they were pouring out of him like a dam. Maya loved him. She really did, didn't she? She had kissed him. And she looked at him like he hung the stars. His chest felt tight, constricted like a cinder block had been placed there but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. 

Maya frowned at him and pulled him into a tight hug. “I'm sorry.” She murmured, rubbing up and down his back. 

“Don't be.” Logan said shakily, wrapping his arms around her in return. He couldn't help the reaction he had. 

Love wasn't something he allowed himself to feel. Everyone was going to die eventually and he would be there, watching it all. But Maya… god, she slipped through his fingers, through the cracks in his walls, and tore them all down with one swift crash of a wave. He thought his fortress was impenetrable. Not for her. 

Maya let out a soft chuckle and shook her head as she pulled away from the embrace to look at Logan properly. She wiped a few of his tears away, watching as a few seeped into his skin and then into hers. 

“You're beautiful.” Logan whispered, unable to keep himself from saying so. 

To be able to see her so close, to see the light shining against her two-toned eyes, the small blemishes in her skin, the light patch of hair missing in her eyebrow because of the scar there—it felt like a privilege. He had never wanted to capture a moment on paper as much as this one.

Maya's lips quivered into a lopsided smile, enticing Logan to kiss her again. “You’re a sap in every universe, it seems.”

“I'm only telling the truth.” He whispered, breathless. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life.” 

Logan wasn't kidding. He had been alive for nearly two hundred years and couldn't remember a face that stuck out as much as Maya, even amongst his past lovers. They all paled in comparison. 

He could hear Maya's breath hitch. She wasn't expecting him to be quite so forward. He couldn't stop it. He had been wanting her for so long that now that he had her, he didn't care for trying to seem put together or ‘himself.’ He would beg on his knees if she asked and he wouldn't feel ashamed. 

They ended up kissing on the couch, Maya on top of him. She pulled one of his legs over her hip as she tilted her head to get a better angle for the kiss. Logan had his arms around her neck, not minding that she had taken the lead. It felt so much better than his dreams. So much better. Her lips on his, his hands tangled in her long, dark hair, her hands on his hips or around his waist. 

“Wanna stay the night.” Logan murmured, breathless when they pulled away from the kiss. He couldn't imagine leaving her now.

Maya pressed her forehead against his and sighed. “You can stay as long as you want.” She whispered, their breaths entangling. 

For the first time in years, Logan's mind was calm. His head was clear, clearer than ever. A still river. He focused on the moment. This moment between them. He finally had what he wanted. Her. He could've cried again. His love wasn't only his anymore. It was theirs. 

The moon was shining brightly that night, glowing through the blinds. No one noticed how it seemed to shine on her house specifically. 

[eastwindmlk]

A tick on my bingo @kinky-things-happen card

Blessed in Darkness

I got another creature fic for ya'll

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Snippet:

Only at night, when the darkness fell over everyone, his father would allow him to leave. Expecting that no one would look upon the shame that was his crippled son. He would never know how wrong he was. The blind man returned to this rock on the shoreline for more than just the nostalgia of it. Night after night he returned for one reason. Her. Hermione. She had been his secret for a long time, ever since they were children. Always forced to meet clandestinely. At first, innocently behind the billowing laundry to hold hands and play. Then, at dusk to talk for hours on end and steal kisses. The hour of their meetings got later when they matured and so would their meetings. Until one night, a plan was formed. A plan that would cost her her humanity and him his sight.

Read on AO3

[swampstew]

Kinktober 2023 ~ Raven's Bingo Board is back!

Year 2 let's go! I am so proud of how I jumped into this fandom straight with the kinks and I'm excited to finally show off what I've brewed in my cauldron for October this year. Unlike last time, the blorbos and the kinks have been pre-picked but I have not prepared a single thing! Last time I picked waaaaayyyy too many options and overwhelmed myself and even though I still managed to post over 20 posts, I definitely want get them all this time. I will NOT be posting a bingo story on SUNDAYS, just like last year. I have something far tastier in store for that :)

RULES

Every Monday-Saturday of October starting Monday 2, 2023, at 9 AM EST through the 30th, I'm going to screen record using a Bingo site to generate the numbers to pick the day's blorbo and kink. Then, I have until 11:59 PM to submit a post (ideally in by 8 PM cause I like consistency) - it will either be a one shot, head canon list, small drabble, but I gotta post!

We're playing Black Out Bingo which means we gotta hit EVERY tile in order to "win" the game. Winning the game means hitting every single tile (not posting means I'm fucking myself and everyone over) - and since the Bingo site counts how many calls are made, I've created a list of scenarios that could be the final Halloween Day story based on how quickly it takes to win the game.

The Bingo site can make total of 75 calls, so how many will it take to complete the board? Note: my bingo board's highest number is O-73.

# of calls it takes to win:

25 - 41 calls = creepy graveyard scenario

42 - 58 calls = haunted house scenario

59 - 75 calls = Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

The Board: Each blorbo above (or below) a column of kinks is that blorbo's tile. So in this case, BINGO becomes - Law, Killer, Luffy, Kid, Zoro as the respective letters. Law's column is Pocket Pussy, Master Servant, Dirty Talking, Forced Orgasm, Pet Play. And since its Halloween, I'm making an effort to make every story stay in theme for the season.

Bring your monster fucker permits!

Edit: added this post which has a pre-recorded video and clarified explanation of how the game will play out if this post was confusing to understand.

ALL PROMPTS ARE SPICY. MINORS DNI

OCT 2 - Killer & Partner Sharing ft Eustass Kid OCT 3 - Luffy & Anal Beads OCT 4 - Luffy & Roleplay OCT 5 - Law + Pet Play OCT 6 - Law + Forced Orgasm OCT 7 - Zoro & Mirror Sex OCT 9 - Zoro & Collaring OCT 10 - Zoro & Total Power Exchange OCT 11 - Zoro & Stuck in a Wall OCT 12 - Luffy & Stockings OCT 13 - Eustass Kid & Cock Cage OCT 16 - Law + Master/Servant OCT 17 - Eustass Kid & Glory Hole OCT 18 - Luffy & Risky Sex OCT 19 - Killer & Shibari OCT 20 - Eustass Kid & Milking Table OCT 21 - Law & Dirty Talking OCT 23 - Killer & Overstimulation OCT 24 - Killer & Cum Eating OCT 25 - Eustass Kid & Con Non-Con OCT 26 -Roronoa Zoro & Praise Kink OCT 27 - Monkey D. Luffy & Triple Penetration OCT 28 - Trafalgar Law & Pussy Pocket OCT 30 - Eustass Kid & Cockwarming OCT 31 - Halloween Bingo Story - Eustass Kid X Demon Reader, trick or treat bag of kinks.

Since we've made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:

Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

[unconsetingasks]

Send me Monster Fucker Bingo and I will fill it out as applicable!