#an anonymous lover

[bunnis-monsters]

Hi there I hope your doing alright and i hope all your haters stub their pinkie toe for the rest of the year!

Can i get a high elf a real sophisticated kinda snobby man being obsessed over his fem human readers soft frame in a sort of primal way?

Sexy time with the fancy man please!

A/N: I really liked this concept, maybe I’ll do a part 2 if peope want it!

It wasn’t often that people like him entered your bakery.

Elves in the area were known for being pretty snobby, refusing food touched by human hands even if they were starving.

So to say that you were surprised when a noble elf walked into your bakery and stood in front of your counter was an understatement.

“H-hello, how can I help you? All of the baked goods here are freshly made with ingredients sourced f-“

He cut you off his a wave of his hand, staring at you for a moment before speaking.

“… I’ll take all of it.”

You were so confused… an elf of his status was biting into one of your pastries, staring at you as he sat at one of the small tables in your bakery. It was an unusual sight… and it was scaring off your regulars.

This happened weekly for a few months. The elf would walk in, but all of your goods, the eat a few before leaving.

It made you a lot of money and helped you gain notoriety within wealthy human circles, but it still unnerved you.

What reason did he have for being there? As a child, you had always been warned to not mingle with elves too much.

They lived much longer lives, so they didn’t see human life as something that should be cherished since humans died within a century of being born.

But… you didn’t think this elf was out to harm you. He payed for your goods like any other customer would and never bothered you besides staring… so what was the harm in letting this continue?

Well you would find out one evening when he arrived later than usual, his eyes scanning your form in an almost hungry way.

You were just about to close up shop, but let him in hoping to sell your remaining pastries. Once he was inside, you switched over the open sign to close.

It seemed to please him that he had some sort of special privilege, allowed to stay when others wouldn’t be able to.

“Good evening, my dear. Usually I would be buying your lovely pastries… but I’m here for… something different today.”

Before you could ask what he wanted, the elf was already walking behind the counter and getting in your personal space. He removed the glove from his hand, gently caressing your chubby cheek.

“I’ve never felt the urge to… touch a human woman before. But… you certainly have brought out a different side of me.”

His touch was gentle, as if he were caressing the face of a goddess he had come to worship. You could feel your cheeks getting warm from the praise, not sued to being ass as something tantalizing and tempting to someone as beautiful as him.

“Y-your words are very kind, sir… b-but my shop is closing soon,” you answered shyly, looking away from his intense gaze.

“Oh, my little cherub… shh, this shop of yours is open just for me, is it not? You could have locked the doors and shooed me away, yet I am here.”

Before you could process it, you were being lifted up onto the counter, your dress slid up by his lithe hands so he could gaze at your plump thighs.

“So soft, gods what a beauty…”

It was kind of cute, the way his elf ears twitched as he looked at your body in awe, as if he had never seen a woman like you before.

His cheeks were red, his eyes hazy as he growled lowly before leaning forward to inhale your scent. His body shook with need, and with a strength you didn’t think the lithe man had, he pinned you down and rutted against you.

You could feel his hard cock pushing into your clothes pussy, as if trying to fuck you through you panties. His need for you was primal, animalistic, he was almost drooling.

Before he could rip off your underwear and take you there, he bit down on his lip, his fingertips nearly bruising your hips as he tried to calm himself.

“My apologies, love… it’s just so hard to… control myself when I’m around you…”

He kissed along your neck, biting down on a sensitive spot, causing you to whine out in surprise.

“Shh, my darling… come. Let us retire to my home. We have… much to discuss.”

Part 2?

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[monstersmashorpass]

SMASH OR PASS: Falin, Dungeon Meshi

Propaganda from Mod Curse: *gestures wildly* MY (and marcille's) WIFE! If she's anything like her brother, you know she knows how to eat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) *ahem* Anyways, I feel like this speaks for its self:

[canisalbus]

Did Machete or Vasco ever commission portraits of each other? Can only imagine future historians scrutinizing the relationship they shared.

I'd like to think they did. Or perhaps more likely they commissioned a pair of self-portraits of themselves and then traded.

Moreover, I find the idea of them owning miniature portraits of each other really charming. They were small enough to fit in your pocket so you could carry one on your person if you wanted to, and more subtle and inconspicuous than having a larger scale portrait of someone on your wall.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Jaskier never makes promises. He literally never says the word “promise”, and he swears no oaths.

It’s a subtle quirk. It takes Geralt years to notice. When he points it out, Jaskier says with false levity, “I guess I don’t.”

From the bard’s body language, Geralt can see he doesn’t want to talk about it, so the topic is dropped.

Years later—after Geralt screams his fury at Jaskier—the bard says in a broken voice, “Don’t worry, Geralt. I promise not to bother you anymore.”

The promise sears itself onto Geralt’s soul like a brand. One made of chaos, and he can feel it become binding.

Geralt whips around, but Jaskier was gone.

There are a few moments of confusion before Geralt realizes what just happened. Jaskier had promised, and that promise was sealed with chaos. Only the Fae have such an ability.

YESSSSSSS i love this Geralt has to track down Jaskier and prove that Jaskier doesn't bother him, and thus the promise is still ringing true, even as they continue traveling together

[meirimerens]

oh? can you please tell me more about what line has the You>you slip up english only having a formal pronoun really fuck with some dynamics sometimes and im so curious now cause i cant read russian

yessiREE okay so in the russian version, at some point, conversation goes like this :

Бакалавр … чудовищные смеси из толчёных таблеток, да! Они их называют «порошочки». [...] Да… я слышал. Более того… я проверял. Так что и вы не смейтесь надо мной, коллега. Как вас там… эрдэм. >Ты проверял?.. То есть… вы проверяли? >Я не эрдэм. Эмшен скорей -- но так не слишком скромно. Хирурга у нас называют «яргачин», как мясника.

this exchange, if you choose the first option, is followed by Dankovsky's:

Можно и на ты. Да, проверял. [...]

or, translated (through deepl, because, well. i don't read russian either Thumbs up emoji) as it stands, is:

Bachelor : …monstrous mixtures of crushed pills, yes! They call them "[shmowders]". [...] Yes… I've heard that. In fact... I've tested it. So don't make fun of me either, colleague. What's your name... Erdem. >You(informal, singular form) checked?.. I mean, uh... You(formal, singular form) checked? >I'm not an Erdem. Emshen rather - - but that's not too modest. We call a surgeon "yargachin", like a butcher.

and followed by Dankovsky's:

You can use you(informal form). Yes, I checked.

In the english translation this sentence of Burakh's & Dankovsky's response go as follow:

B: Holy shit… Sorry, excuse my language. So you've checked, then? D: You don't have to watch your tongue with me. Yes, I've checked. [...]

as you can see, in the original version, Burakh slipped INTO the informal, friendlier, and maybe less respectful "ты" FROM the more formal, respectful "вы". Since the english language has no distinction between a formal and an informal singular you/You, the translator had to go around it, and make it about cursing instead of the pronoun switching. on one hand, #respect because translation is a hard annoying hair-pulling job. on the other hand, i feel like this strippppsssss the scene of its...... tension. slipping from вы to ты is a way to show that burakh started considering himself real buddy-buddy with dankovsky. or maybe lost some of the (potentially convention-mandated) respect in speech he held for dankovsky. it's a hint that he had started to, subconsciously, see dankovsky as less Above him, keeping the formality by convention. AND, dankovsky telling HIM he can use the informal form, and doesn't have to keep using the formal one, is a way to recontextualize, and to reshape their relationship. he's shedding the distance of respect and and formality that was between them, he's actively telling burakh to forgo it.

in the english translation, i feel like this shedding of distance and formality is more accomplished in dankovsky's response alone: You don't have to watch your tongue with me. It's an authorization to curse, on this one, yes, but also to more openly discuss painful, annoying things, even if you gotta slip a fuck(THE CURSE WORD) in there.

i'll always be so so sad about the lack of english's formal/informal singular you distinction. makes for a very neutered language. the inherent closeness of accidentally calling someone ты/toi instead of вы/vous and not being called out on it............

[caitlinclarksarms]

Post game angry hook up with Caitlin:

“Hey” you jumped as Caitlin approached you outside the locker room. You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want? Do you want to gloat about your win?”

“No” you raised your eyebrow at her “okay yes but that’s not the main reason”

“What’s the main reason? Be quick I want to go home”

“I just wanted to ask you why you hate me so much. You hated me in college and you hate me now. I don’t think I did anything to make you so angry”

“I don’t hate you. You’re my competitor so I’m being competitive” Caitlin moved closer to you and you backed up to avoid closing the gap between you two, inadvertently pushing you closer to the wall.

“You seem to be more competitive than my other competitors. I just want to know why”

Your back hit the wall. You swallowed deeply as Caitlin didn’t stop moving closer to you. Was she always this beautiful? You tried to look everywhere but her face. Her neck was so long and perfect for kissing and sucking. Her hair was so pretty and perfect for pulling. She was so close to you there was nothing else you could look at besides her. You looked up at her pretty red lips. They were so nice and kissable. What? She was your competitor. You weren’t supposed to think she was kissable. You tore your eyes off those pretty lips and moved up her face to her beautiful green-brown eyes. Wow.

“Why are you staring at me?” You had absolutely nothing to say. You couldn’t say you were thinking about marking up that beautiful neck.

“Uh” she literally had you at a loss for words.

“Are you extra competitive with me because you’re hot for me? It’s okay, you can tell me the truth. You’re extra competitive because you want me”

Her lips were dangerously close to yours. Those pretty, red, kissable lips. She didn’t get closer to you, silently daring you to make the first move. You didn’t want to give in but the second she put her pretty pink tongue between her teeth, you were absolutely done for. You grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. You moaned as her tongue entered your mouth. She pulled back and you let out a whine.

“Was that a moan and a whine? You want me even more than I thought” she chuckled and smirked. Cocky bitch. Hot cocky bitch. So horrifically hot.

“No. You clearly wanted to kiss me so I was just giving you what you wanted. You’re welcome. Now move so I can go home” you attempted to move out from under her, but her large hands on your hips stopped you.

“I just want to see something. Then I’ll let you go” “Okay fine. What do you want to see?” one of Caitlin’s hands moved from your hips into your underwear. She ran her fingers across your folds, picking up some of the wetness that came from your confrontation. She smirked.

“I just wanted to see how much you wanted me. Clearly it’s a lot. I can get you off if you want, but you have to ask. Nicely” you thought about it for a second. She already knew you were wet for her and surely those long fingers would feel incredible.

“Get me off” she raised her eyebrows “please” she smirked as she put two fingers into your pussy. She fingered you exactly how you liked, her long fingers hitting all the spots you needed. She thumbed your clit and you’re pretty sure you saw stars. She kept up her pace and you came hard on her fingers with a moan of her name. She pulled her fingers out of your underwear and sucked them clean, keeping eye contact as she did it.

“So I guess I won twice today”

“Caitlin!” You screamed after her as she walked towards her car. She responded by throwing her middle fingers in the air behind her. So horrifically hot.

NOW NOW ANON.... YOU BRILLIANT FUCKER 🙊

[miekasa]

gojo is 100% the kind of guy who just pauses the movie when it’s getting to the part just to be lie “kiss break”!!! and who am i to deny. like okay!!!! like he just does it out of nowhere when he gets bored he’s like “ok kiss time” while ur in the middle of like a call with ur friend like pls

Yes except it’s always no more than 30 minutes into the movie, if that. He’s enthusiastic but he’s also dead serious about it like. It’s time to kiss. No fooling around. He wants a kiss and he will get one. He might have planned that whole movie night thing just to end up kissing you, so what, that’s not a crime.

Satoru calls kiss time like a coach calls time; not always when he’s losing—sometimes he just needs to talk to you, needs you to take a break, to refocus, to throw somebody else off their game. Or, just because he can; because he wants to.

“I just feel so moved to kiss you, I can’t help it,” he grins in between kisses, squishing your cheeks to purse your lips before him before taking another—I just want to hold you, is what he means, I won’t let go if I don’t have to.

It’s also so easy to condition Satoru on a kiss reward system because he’ll do anything to get a kiss from you. It’s so pathetic in the sappiest, loveliest of ways. And he’s, surprisingly, easily pleased with any kind of a kiss.

A kiss on his forehead when he’s sitting on the couch and you’re standing behind it. He was all but preening for one after he’d set up your new desk for you, and he thinks he’d build four more if it meant more kisses. A kiss to his cheek after a night out—if he had ears like a puppy they’d be standing up, and a tail to wag along out of happiness. A kiss to his hand when he’s half asleep on your shoulder, a sleepy smile that you can feel against your neck. A kiss to his lips when he comes home for the day, a gentle squeeze to your waist and a tug on your heartstrings when you pull away and all but see hearts pooling in Satoru’s eyes.

“Baby,” he whines, body weight strewn across you in a pathetic attempt to divert your attention away from your phone and to him, a perfect pout when you lower the screen to meet his gaze, “Kiss me, please.”

He’s a lover :( and he loves to love and he loves loves loves getting your love, and kisses are his favorite form. He’s not lying, not even exaggerating. A kiss is simple, mundane in the larger scheme of intimate things he could do with you—but maybe that’s why it’s so daunting, encompassing, loving. Satoru gets to kiss you. He likes kissing you and he gets to kiss you, so sue him if he can’t contain it every once in a while (every other day) and calls for a kiss break.

[yuwuta]

my f2l yuuta idea of the week, if i may: childhood bsf yuuta, nerdy and shy, who grows up with you. ur popular but u always stick by his side, and he's in love ofc. stuttering and failed valentine's confessions, blushing whenever u show him affection, doodling ur name in his notebook in class, classic loverboy yuuta

this omg :(( i’ve had conversations about something similar—childhood friend yuuta, but i love the idea of him being a little nerdy omggg

you’ve known him since before you two could even talk, you were just infants babbling at each other, but i’m sure in yuuta’s little baby brain he was trying to say i love love love youuuu :(( your parents have so many pictures of all the pretend weddings you guys have had as kids, so many pictures of yuuta in his dad’s huge tux jacket and you in a big shirt with a makeshift belt that’s really just an extra long friendship “bracelet” yuuta made for you bc he was trying to make a bracelet big enough to show you how much he loves you, but he ran out of beads :(((

school is harder for him as you two get older, yuuta doesn’t make friends nearly as easily as he did with you but he always has you and it just makes him more in love with you… the horimiya of this all……. yuuta trying to recede into the background but you’re the friend that pulls him out of his own head and introduces him to maki and toge and yuuji and megumi and nobara and everyone else and sometimes he just sits at the lunch table w everyone and thinks how lucky he is to have all his friends but esp you because none of it would be possible w/o you :(( definitely gets a piece of food thrown at him by nobara who’s calling him out for looking dazed and lovesick but he just blushes and tries to hide it behind stuffing his face he’s so cute god,,,……. definitely doesn’t help that you call him cute too and he’s *////////* all day… doodling your name in his book is so real he’s definitely written “(_____) okkotsu” on a handful of pages which is why he’s so weirdly anxious/protective of his notebook he would literally fizzle away into dust if anyone every saw it GOD

don’t even get me started on the failed confessions PLS so many times he tries to hype himself up to leave a note in your locker or ask you out but either something goes wrong or he’s not specific enough, so it always seems platonic…. the misfortunes of yuuta…. leaving a letter in your locker on valentine’s day but he forgot your way more popular than him, so it’s just one of many notes buried in there and ofc he’s a fool so he didn’t sign his pls 😭 asking you to get ice cream after school and it’s cool, but the next day he sees you getting ice cream w megumi and he’s like oh… wait… you probably do that will all ur friends ofc,,,, just constant blundering i love him sooooo bad

the only time he gets it right is prom, and i can see him either (1) being fed up by his own blundering and really wanting to get it right, (2) being worried/jealous about hearing other people’s plans to ask you to prom, (3) you teasing him about waiting for a certain somebody to ask youuuuuu…. he definitely stutters and stumbles a bit, but he’s yuuta he’s just a sweetheart so it’ll work out :(((

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

(TW) How would Carla react if his wife was pregnant with triplets? It is her first pregnancy.

Carla: This is clearly a sign, a wonderful sign. We are destined to resurrect this bloodline.

Carla: In another nine months, we might find ourselves bearing another three Founder heirs, fufufu.

[emmcfrxst]

logan would totally love a soft girlie, this man benches over 350, he can absolutely make love to a girl over that ✨️

he’s strong enough to take down giant sentinels so honestly he probably can lift way, way more than 350lbs, plus he LOVES to show off. it doesn’t matter what size you are, he’s gonna pick you up and give you a smug grin the whole time before pressing you against a wall and kissing the living daylights out of you <3

[qprconcepts]

angel qpp x devil qpp but they both think they're the devil and the other ones the angel....

- 🌕🛰️

<3

new anon?!?!!!!

[bunnis-monsters]

aww the bee sons that are all mama’s boys and like her spies 😭😭 i know they’d go insane if their new hive and their moms hive had a diplomatic visit and they got to see her ☹️💗

Your attendants helped you out of the carriage, buzzing happily. Getting to accompany the queen to a diplomatic visit was an honor, and this time they got to go!

A few guards surrounded you, ready to sacrifice their lives to make sure you would survive any attack. A hive without its queen was destined to fall, and they loved you too dearly to let that happen.

“My queen…”

Your attendant nuzzled against you, his soft fluff comforting your nervous heart. “Don’t be nervous, we have an entire army waiting just a small flight away. You have nothing to worry about.”

But that wasn’t what made you nervous. Death or injury wasn’t on your mind.

It had been nearly a year since you had last seen your sons that had been married off to this hive’s queen. She was a bit too possessive of them, knowing they favored you.

Part of you was afraid they may have forgotten you, their mother. After all, a bee hybrid was supposed to be loyal to its queen. Perhaps their hearts were now occupied by and dedicated to this new queen…

But you were wrong.

“MAMA!”

Your guards tightened up around you, buzzing menacingly. “Stay back, no one is to get near the queen without permission from her majesty.”

That voice…

“Guards, stand down.”

They moved aside without hesitation, and you were immediately pulled into the arms of one of your sons. Tears fell down your cheeks, and you held him tight, letting him rub his face all over you in an attempt to cover himself in your comforting scent.

“Mama… mama, we missed you…”

He sniffled and buried his face into his neck, immediately becoming docile and small. If he stood at full height he’d tower over you, but your son wanted to be babied by his mama, to be held and comforted.

He was still your baby, even if he was all grown up.

Your son led you to the others, and they formed a happy cuddle pile with you, all buzzing and purring as they napped with their mama.

The other queen was beyond pissed, but stayed quiet and let the meeting happen even as your sons clung to you, not paying her any attention.

This would cause drama in the future, you were sure of it, but your babies would always come first…

Part 2?

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[monstersmashorpass]

SMASH OR PASS: Protoss, Starcraft

[canisalbus]

I found your art like right before you started featuring Vasco more prominently in the lore, and seeing the focus shift from "This sad wet cat of a dog man priest is doomed by the narrative" to "this sad wet cat of a dog man priest has a sunshiny gay lover who is his world" has been a fun trip lol

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

When Jaskier suspects that Geralt isn’t paying attention to his ramblings, he makes up wild facts about himself. He assumes that the lack of reactions means that Geralt isn’t listening.

He is wrong, and Geralt thinks Jaskier’s life is insane.

I LOVE THIS!!! That's hilarious! "I'm sorry." "..Huh?" "...The... The frogs? In the pond?" "..What of them?" "You said your father turned into one for twelve years and afterward couldn't speak a word, could only croak. And that it left a big impact on you." "Oh- I did say that, huh."